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There are no more funny things I can think of to say so that's all I will say and there's nothing you can do about it. I.D.O.N. AKA: I don't own Naruto

Kyuubi Madness

Chapter 13

Second Sequel Part 2

Demon Dancing

"NO, YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE! NOOOOOO!" Kyuubi screamed as Jiraiya and Tsunade dragged him into an empty room to practice. He grabbed onto the side of the doorway but Tsunade yanked on him harder, ripping some of doorway apart and into Kyuubi's hands. The room was round and had shiny peach floors with diamonds around a circle pattern in the middle of the room. There were full-length mirrors on every side and a small chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. Tsunade was going to teach him since both she and Jiraiya had decided that Kyuubi go to the Dance Ball on Thursday. Jiraiya asked Naruto if it was ok for Kyuubi to come out on the day of the Dance and Naruto had happily agreed. For one he hated Dances, everyone was all mushy there, and second because he wanted to cruelly torture Kyuubi. "I SWEAR TO KAMI YOU'LL REGRET THIS! NOOOOOO!" Kyuubi threatened and tried to get out of the two legendary Sannin's tight grips, who laughed at this comment, not thinking much of it at the time.

"Heh, heh. Kyuubi, when you step out of this room you'll be a changed fox, I guarantee it!" Jiraiya reported evilly and let go of Kyuubi, Tsunade did the same.

"Forget it!" Kyuubi snarled as he sat cross-legged on the ground, his arms folded. "Demons just DON'T dance!"

Tsunade heaved Kyuubi up. "I'm sure they do some sort of dancing." She suggested and Kyuubi fell silent so she continued, "And besides, your not leaving this room until you learn to dance." She could have sworn she saw a tear run down Kyuubi's face.

He mushroom huffed and glared at Jiraiya. "I'm not doing anything with HIM in here." He growled and Jiraiya sighed, then left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Tsunade slapped her hands together. "Alrighty then, lets get started!"

The training was long and hard, Kyuubi thought it would all be easier if they just made up their own moves but no, they had to learn things step by step, bit by bit. What's worse been that Tsunade wasn't letting him take any brakes until he learned the entire thing. Jiraiya sat outside the room, slumped in a chair and writing his Icha, Icha Paradise. He had taken to writing things about Yaoi in his story as well as strait people, he basically got the idea from Dosu who smothered Kyuubi with hugs ever second he laid eyes on the legendary fox demon. He thought he was doing pretty well so far. It would bring a smile to anybody if they read this piece of shear gold…

'I don't know what I'd do without you, Kira! You're my bread and butter!' Yuki spoke softly in his ear.

'Oh Yuki, me too. You're the cream in my coffee and the cherry on my Sunday!' Kira replied and touched Yuki gently on the cheek, his hot breath warming up his weather beaten face. Kira then lifted his hand over to Yuki's nice smooth…

The door opened and Tsunade walked out, slapping her hands together happily. "Walla, my work here is done."

Jiraiya slammed his book shut and peeked into the practice room, Kyuubi was laying on his back, arms spread out and his head lolled to the side. "I'm ruined." He kept muttering to himself over and over. "I've lost all form of dignity I might have once contained, its all gone. My life as a fierce nine-tailed demon is over and my life as a tamed zoo animal has just begun, oh joy."

Jiraiya shook his head and faced Tsunade who nodded and smirked. "He's ready."

----On Thursday----

It was the only time Kyuubi dreaded having control over Naruto, he really didn't want to but it seemed he didn't have a choice. As soon as he woke up Jiraiya pulled him out to some store and got him some really hideous clothes. Well, only Kyuubi thought they were hideous, all of the girls in the store nearly jumped on him when he stepped out of the changing rooms. Then it was off to fetch Tsunade and they were headed to the Dance Ball, which Kyuubi shuddered at the thought of dancing. He and Jiraiya were walking to Hokage Tower where Tsunade was just finishing up some paper work for the village's monthly bills.

"Humph, you seem to enjoy torturing me don't you perverted hermit?" Kyuubi growled as he walked along side of Jiraiya.

"Aw, come on Kyuubi, its not that bad."

"Will there be food there?"

"…Yes"

Kyuubi eyed Jiraiya. "What kind, Jiraiya?" He urged.

He didn't make eye contact. "Vegetables." He answered quietly.

"Damn it Jiraiya! Now I've got to smell rotting tomatoes and carrots all night long, I don't know if my nose can take it!" Kyuubi growled as they walked down the hallway to Tsunade's office.

Just as Jiraiya was about to nock on the door it flung open, reviling the Hokage in glittery silver formal wear. The dress went down to her ankles. "Hellos to both my dates!" she greeted giddily. "I just chugged ten cups of expresso and I'm wired, lets get this party started!" she reported and started marching down the hallway and out the front door.

Jiraiya looked to Kyuubi who looked back at him. "I hope there isn't booze there." Jiraiya pleaded and Kyuubi shuddered, remembering the last experience he had with women and alcohol, not a pretty mach.

When they got to the tall building the Dance Ball took place in, Tsunade already was there and having fun, so much for bringing her to the place when she just ran there herself. Kyuubi stepped in through the front doors with Jiraiya and looked around. The place was huge and looked just about the same as the practice room had except for the long rows of stinky vegetable filled tables and the soft mango colored walls that had no corners, the room was a circle. The thing that really stood out though was the huge chandelier that hung in the middle of the room, its diamonds sparkled all around and glowed lightly from the light coming through the sunroof at the top of the ceiling. The slow jazz music and the boring ballroom dance moves however be what brought the room's effect down to a zero.

Jiraiya didn't seem to notice and started hitting on all the girls he set his eyes on. "Oh, what's your name?" he asked one blond girl in a small skirt.

"I'm Mitsuki… how old are you anyway?" she asked out of the blue and Jiraiya shifted uncomfortably.

Kyuubi walked up to them. "Just count his wrinkles and find out." He said sarcastically and Jiraiya lunged for him angrily.

"That's for trees you blasted fox!" he snarled and whacked Kyuubi over the head, who in turn whacked him over the head harder and kicked him in the shins.

He walked away from a twitching Jiraiya and smirked. At least he made some of the girl's laugh, because this place needed spicing up. He looked around, people did look like they seemed to have fun, but to Kyuubi he understood what this party wanted more of, a change in dancing, and in music.

He ran quickly over to the vegetable table, slithering through the crowds of slow boring dancing people, then he grabbed the white cloth that was draped over the table and pulled all the disgusting tomatoes and carrots off the surface. He jumped up onto the top of the table and walked over to the crackling old jazz record revolving inside the machine. He then flooded the record with his chakura, slowing it down to a low demented murmur. People now had stopped dancing and were looking at what was causing all the noise. Kyuubi made it so his chakura revolved around the record in different orders and movements to make a possible tune out of the low muffled jazz. And then finally he wiped whatever he had remembered from Tsunade's torturous dancing lessons and started filling in the blanks with his own moves, still taking the basic steps from the boring ball room dancing paces, but tweaking them a bit to fit them of his own interests.

Jiraiya and Tsunade stood next to one another speechless, watching as the new demonic dancing erupted from cheering people all around them, the new demon-nated music blaring loudly. And that's when they finally understood what Kyuubi had meant when he said they would both regret teaching him dance moves.

The End Again

Few, I'm so tired, its two thirty in the morning. I just had to write out this fic and post it up, so please review!

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