Chapter 16: Kumo's blades

I'm not dead, yet... anyway. After my long hiatus and various school work stuff, I think I can write again. So, sorry for the absence of my crazy story for so long.

"When nothing is happening, that is when everything's happening," Ian, Smosh

…...Kumogakure...

Samui was not an easy woman to startle. Very few things actually made her feel any sort of shock, even if the thing was very vulgar. But when she came across an unconscious blond with the legendary blade Kusanagi and a strange sharingan in his eye, her jaw dropped.

Quickly deciding her kage needed to see this, Samui grabbed the light weight blonde and his sword and made great pace back towards Kumo. The Raikage would definitely be able to solve this dilemma.

…...In Konohagakure...

I stroked the one picture I had of Naruto-kun. I knew I had a problem, a dissolving of my own psyche, but I didn't really care. This boy brought back so may feelings, so many resemblances, that I just couldn't care that my mind was basically destroying itself.

I don't know when it happened, when my mind slowly started molding together Nawaki and Dan into one person. Making my various and deep emotions blur together for one single boy. A blonde haired brat with too many problems to name and a massive chip on his shoulder.

But it did. I could still remember the night where I was at my worst. I attempted some rather crazy acts that night. One being having sex with my newly adopted son. But the thing is, I don't regret it. I don't regret it because I felt so alive, so happy, so much like woman, in those few minutes that he had touched me and I had touched him.

I... I wanted him back. I needed his touch and his alone. He would be mine. Even if it took days, weeks, months, hell even years, I would bring back Nawaki. Dan wouldn't escape me forever. Naruto would be mine.

…...a different spot in Konohagakure...

My poor son. My poor sorry little child. What he has had to do. What I've had to do. It's all just so...so... so bad. I remembered Naruto from when he was a little tyke. A small, pitiful brat with something dark behind his eyes.

I remember the days when I'd see him peering in from a tree branch watching myself and Itachi and everyone eat dinner or just sit comfortably in the living room, spending time together. I remember the days of when I had turned a year older and Naruto would appear late at night and give me a gift, usually well out of a child his age's price range.

I also recall the nights and days when I would see the bruises and lumps littering his body. Even when he stood next to his parents, they would say nothing as he limped along after them. All the dirty looks he had received from passing villagers and the Hokage and his wife would say nothing.

Those memories hurt. The memories of one of my lost sons. I've lost all of them by now anyway. Itachi to death, Naruto to his need for revenge, and finally Sasuke and his own need to spill blood. It made me sick knowing how little I could do to prevent their fates.

I always thought to myself, maybe if I had tried to love any of them more... or if I had been a little less hard on them that just maybe... maybe they would all be here in front of me in my arms smiling.

One day though, I knew my lost sons would return to me. I knew that Naruto and Sasuke would come back from the edge. I, knowing this, will stride forward toward's that day.

…...More Konohagakure...

"Itachi?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Hokage-Sama?"

"Why is all this happening. Why is everything in this GOD DAMN UNIVERSE OBSESSED WITH MY FUCKING SON!" I raged.

"You know as well as I do that I can't answer that properly. It's just that Naruto has this charisma... something that draws people in. They feel this power of words and aura and just want to be around it. I seen it happen. His sister, my mother, myself included, and I'm sure countless more have been taken with his strange ability after I died."

"But..." I muttered, "Why my son? Why not anyone else? Why does my son have to be so damn special?"

"Because he's an Uzumaki."

…...Somewhere in the elemental nations...

"Nagato"

"Yes?"

"I have received word from my informants that Orochimaru was slain by the Kyuubi child."

"So the snake has fallen, that shall put a slight delay on our plan."

"Not enough to stop us."

"Still, we can't lose too many operatives to the boy. There isn't that many S-class nuke-nin in the world."

"Indeed."

…...Kumogakure...

My eyes... hurt. I opened my left eye and then my right slowly. The sky was above me, it's stars twinkling merrily. Wait... why was I moving. I glanced at the person carrying me and immediately was hit with visual and sensory overload. This was worst than when I had met Temari.

Back then I wasn't able to control my nose and it's over powered sense of smell. But I quickly fixed it by using my mastery of my chakra to keep it maintained at a level where I could function. But with Orochimaru having placed that blasted seal on me, my chakra couldn't hold back the scents.

After barely controlling the scent killing of my face, the scent is vanilla by the way mixed in with a dab of cinnamon, I threw a bunch at my captor's head and was dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Next to me landed Orochimaru's blade, the Kusanagi. I quickly snatched it. With my chakra as is, I wouldn't be able to use ninety-nine percent of my arsenal. All that was left was my taijutsu.

"It's quite rude to attack the person who treated your wounds, not very cool," the blond woman smoothly spoke.

"Who said I needed help," I grunted while getting my bearings. I quickly realized I was very close to Kumogakure in the mountains. That also meant I was close to the Raikage and his brother who were and still are very powerful shinobi... and I still had my chakra in a mess and definitely wouldn't be able to use Kyuubi chakra.

"Well, generally when you find a bleeding man who's unconscious on the borders of your country, you know something is wrong."

"Well, all better now, thanks for the help. I'll just be going now," I said as I inched away.

"Not so fast, what's your name, mine's Samui."

"Naruto"

"That's cool. Mine telling me where you got Orochimaru of the Sannin's blade?"

"Maybe he dropped it and I found it?" I said.

After I said that, I awkwardly stared at her and her at me.

"Yeah... well, I do gotta go, so..."

"Stop. I have a couple more questions," Samui demanded.

"What if I don't feel like answering them?" I returned brashly.

"Well," Samui slid her tanto from her back, "I'll just have to take them by force."

Samui then rushed forward with her blade and I barely blocked with the Kusanagi. I was still feeling pretty sluggish after my bout with Orochimaru. I dodged left and right as Samui unleashed a powerful front, whirring slashes and quick jabs being her main attacks.

I, finally finding an opening, stabbed forward and Samui jumped back. That was when I noticed my left arm was cut and had gone limp.

"You cut the muscles in my arm," I stated, "Not very cool."

I rushed forward doing powerful and quick sweeps. Jumping into the air, I did several front flips to build up momentum and then slammed my poisoned blade into Samui's own. The loud clash of steel filled the air as I continued my relentless assault, leaving no openings for her to exploit.

Our blades sung as I threw an overhead slash which clashed with her underhand one. I snaked my blade around the blocking piece of metal and just barely nicked her left arm. In less than twenty seconds it went limp.

"Now we're even," I said with a vicious grin.

"No, we aren't," Samui returned.

Suddenly lightning streaked off her blade and Samui once more began her assault. Even with one arm useless, she was still a master sword fighter. I grunted as each blocking made my arms stiffen from electricity and each dodge got closer and closer to me losing body parts. I rather liked my body parts.

Samui seeing the futility in her attacks tried a new tactic against me. She started going for strange parts on my body. A quick jab at my foot, another at my hand, then my shin, knee, elbow, forehead. On and on she fired lightning quick strikes. My blade swished back and forth blocking the jabs with difficulty.

When Samui's offense finally slowed down, I went for the final blow. My blade quickly reached for her neck, hers for mine. We both stopped when our blades were mere millimeters from each others neck.

"Well, this is a predicament," I muttered.

"Yeah, not very cool," Samui agreed.

"Do you like twenty questions?" I asked.

That's it for now.

Next chapter: Chapter 17: Three on One, No time to run