NOTE: My AN/s take up about 800 words so its actually a 5k word chapter... Just being honest... Also its a filler – but an important one!

Hello and hello! For those of you who do not know me, I am TSPOL or rather The Six Paths of Life or if you prefer, you may call me Matthew Keyn... Not my real name but one I favor for simplicity`s sake...

And I hereby welcome you all, to the Third Chapter of Journey of a Jinchuuriki... Now I simply have a few things to get off my chest here...

First off, I will probably not ALWAYS say this so for the record, I don`t own Naruto... For all you know... OK, no I seriously don`t own Naruto because if I did... Well... Jiraiya would still be alive... But crippled in a certain department... That would be more than enough punishment, don`t you think?

But jokes aside I also have a few notices to give out...

Regarding updates... I will be updating once a week every weekend as I have up till now. Even though I may have already finished next week`s episode or maybe the one for the week after, I will maintain a chapter per week schedule. Why you ask? Well let me ask you this... Would you rather wait one week and receive constant updates, or would you rather get whatever I can scrounge up in a week and a half, and then perhaps nothing for three weeks? Yeah... I thought so...

Next, the reviews... I appreciate all honest, heartfelt reviews, no matter how badly they portray my story. AS LONG AS THEY HAVE REASON... And by that I mean that whoever decides to degrade either me or my story had better have a good reason for it. If someone notes that I write waaaaay too many "..." and says that snidely I might add. Well, no problem. It`s perfectly true and he gave me no reason to believe he was an idiot who merely wanted to insult me. But groundless, unfounded and most importantly unreasoned accusations and insults, PISS ME OFF... I want as many flamers as possible if it means that they give me advice or at least point out my flaws (some I am aware of and can`t fix more than I already have but that`s just how it is). Although I would appreciate you did not repeat something that has already been said. If you truly want to give me some advice or admonish me for my poor writing I`m certain you can simply PM me...

But enough of that, time to get to the story, right Korusho?

Korusho: Hmm... I suppose. Although I believe the situation we last found ourselves in could be classified as a... cliffhanger?

Writer: ... Maa, maybe... Still the way I`m planning it there`s still gonna be hell to pay for the next 5 chapters... Or less...

K: Hmm... And tell me, will these talks become a regular occurence?

W: Yep, I like talking to you while you`re not-...

K: Yes? You were saying?

W: THE STORY! Lets get to the story already!

Oh, just for the record...

"Bijuu speaking directly"
"Bijuu speaking indirectly"
"Bijuu thinking (rare...)"
Regular thinking
"Mental conversation (will appear later on...)"
"Talking"

"Naruto... What do you know of your parents?"

The question was left hanging in the air as a chilling breeze swept over the pair...

For his part, Naruto was utterly frozen in place. The boy looked at his new sensei, who had not only replaced his Jiji but also given him something that he had never experienced before... Hope...

Hope that he would amount to something in life. Hope that someday he would be able to return to Konoha and be recognized for something other than being a superb prankster.

Sarutobi had managed to give him purpose in life. His first purpose, namely to become Hokage and have all the villagers respect him. But that was merely false hope. The Hokage had never so much as given Naruto a few pointers about what to do in life. And considering just how much he was hiding from him. So many secrets, all of which he could handle not knowing... But to have his own Jiji keep the truth about the Kyuubi from him... It felt like having his heart pierced by a rusted kunai.

And now here he was. In front of the monk who had picked up his shattered remains and within a week managed to remake his whole person. Who managed to give him a new purpose. To become the best shinobi he could be. So that one day he would be recognized for his skill alone and not the demon that dwelled within him.

But that image came crashing down as he stared into Korusho`s brown eyes. Eyes seeking answers. To Naruto, there was only one reason he could be asking this... After all he was an orphan. The only connection his parents could have that Korusho found interesting, was where he himself came from. And if he told him that... If he found out about Konoha. If he heard what happened in the village. Would he realise, that he had unknowingly promised to train the Kyuubi container? Would he leave him? Would he force him back to the village?

Naruto`s mind raced with possible outcomes, although if he were to calm down he would have realised how stupid he was. But in truth, Naruto was still just a child. His emotional scars may have taught him some deeper meaning of life... Made him think deeply about the world. But he still had the same insecurities that were expected in a 6-year old orphan boy that had self-exiled himself from his home.

With Naruto needing several minutes to calm his mind he looked back at the patiently waiting monk. And it was then that he truly relaxed... Korusho`s eyes held nothing but warmth in them. Sure, the want for answers was still present, but his entire demeanour did not portray him as a man so cruel, he would judge him for what he contained... Quickly reflecting on what he had seen of the man in the last month or so, Naruto knew that he would hear him out. And so he resigned himself as he began his story...

"Korusho-sensei... I don`t know much about my parents... You see... I`m an orphan... an orphan from Konoha." At this the monk merely nodded seemingly already guessing where his young charge was from.

Steeling himself the boy continued in an increasingly more somber voice... "Although... Ever since I can remember... The people there hated me. They chased me and hit me... It was the worst on my birthdays. I only remember three of them very well, since for the first three and a half years of my life I was in an orphanage and too young to remember either way... But as soon as she could, the lady who ran the place kicked me out... The Hokage... who treated me kinda like a grandson... Gave me an apartment where I could live. He said that it was being payed by a fund for orphans but I think he might have been paying himself..." Naruto stopped here as he desperately willed to keep tears from falling. Speaking of his Jiji was almost like talking about a person you loved that had recently passed away. And to Naruto it was just like that. The moment he saw his grandfather`s eyes that night... The moment he saw the fear in them, the regret... It was the moment that Hiruzen Sarutobi died to Naruto. The man was still Hokage, still the person who had cared more for Naruto in his entire life save for the Ichiraku family and now his new sensei... But as his Jiji... he was gone.

Realizing he had gone off track, the boy continued... "But after I was on my own, the people around the village would sometimes chase me down. Calling me... demon brat... They would try to catch me and sometimes they did. Those times they beat me with sticks or punched and kicked me, until either some ANBU showed up, or they got tired and left... Once though... On my 5th birthday, I actually had to go to the hospital... I healed quick, but I never forgot how scared I was then... I thought I might d-die..." At this, Naruto broke down. All the hurt, all the pain came flooding back... He thought he had no more tears to cry but he was dead wrong. He had plenty left.

Korusho quickly reached out and pulled the boy closer. Naruto then began crying his little heart out onto the monk` robes. And Korusho could feel his own heart crumble away, as he looked at the poor child. He couldn`t deny that Naruto had quickly wormed his way into his heart. The boy was smart, inquisitive and a deep thinker when it came down to it. But at his heart, he could be the same excitable child that Sora was. Despite having some trouble in regards to actual academics, he was already proud of how intelligent his student was, or rather, what his potential in that regard was. And so it had quickly become apparent that Naruto became like a grandson to him as well. In fact, if what he thought was correct, then that may be closer to the truth than either of them knew.

But when he asked Naruto about his parents, he was unaware of just how traumatic a childhood the boy had. Even so, he had to get an answer from him. So he waited silently, ruffling the boy`s hair until he calmed himself to a degree.

"Naruto... I never knew just how badly you lived. And if you do not want to tell me, then you do not have to. But even so, I would ask if you have anything you can tell me about your parents... Specifically... your mother." Surprised slightly, Naruto looked up at the red-haired monk. He had honestly thought that his question was an indirect way of trying to find out about where he came from. But apparently... Korusho was interested in his mother.

"I don`t know anything about her really... But... I think I would... That I would..." seeing the boy was hesitating as to his request, Korusho smiled kindly and ruffled his hair once more in a gesture he thought grandfatherly... Apparently it did the trick as Naruto calmed down even more and continued saying...

"Id like to tell you just what happened to me... How I got to that village where you found me..." Naruto was using up a lot of his courage right now. He honestly was still afraid that Korusho might abandon him once he learned of the fox-demon. But Naruto felt that if he didn`t tell someone then he would go insane and possibly allow the fox control over him once again... Something he had vowed to himself never to allow to happen... not again...

"Naruto, I swear that no matter what you tell me, I will not abandon you..." The words came naturally to Korusho. Almost as if someone else was telling him what to say. He did not need more confirmation that he was right once Naruto looked up at him with wide eyes and began crying once more, all the while thanking him in a small voice. It was now obvious to the monk that with his hard childhood and having to leave his village for reasons soon to be revealed, that the boy had abandonment issues. This merely strengthened his resolve to teach the boy and impart all his available wisdom onto him. But right now he turned his attention to the story that his companion was telling him.

He spoke of how he was tormented in the orphanage by the other children. How the matron would scold him and threaten to beat him if he retaliated. How she reasoned that Naruto was causing parents to not want to adopt the other children. How she used this botched reasoning to exuse his expulsion from the orphanage.

He then went into great detail about how his life was once the Hokage had bought him a home. He was never allowed to play with other kids his age, because their parents would either take them away from him or in the case of civilians, even threaten to physically harm him if he came any closer... How some did in fact hurt him, those few times they managed to corner him. He told of how his birthdays were the worst days in the year. The only birthday he remembered even bearly in the orphanage was when the matron locked him in the dorms on said day, wrongly accusing him of smashing a vase or something alike, with this being his punishment.

She on the other hand, took the other children out for sweets that day. And once they came back in the evening, to find a hungry Naruto that had peed his pants since he could not go to the bathroom, she saw fit to have him punished once more. By having to clean the entire orphanage with nothing but a dirty rag and a bucket of water. All of this while just only turning three years old. Of course he never even came close to finishing his chore, which resulted in even further senseless punishment.

As for his birthdays outside the damnable institution, he was faced with several mobs... One or two in the morning that would perhaps disperse after chasing him for a time. And then several more in the evening. Those were the worst however, since they were mostly made up of drunks, that did not care for anything other than causing the demon harm. On his 4th birthday the mobs caught up to him after a lengthy chase through the back-alleys of Konoha. After beating him and giving him several bruises the mob was dispersed by ANBU that came to his rescue. He told Korusho that there were supposed to be ANBU watching him most of the time... Whether they, like the villagers, decided that he deserved the punishment or whether they were simply not there at those moments he did not know.

His 5th birthday was the second worst day of his life. Coming just behind the day he had to escape Konoha. On this day the mobs managed to surprise him and catch him quickly. The beatings he got were merciless as the crowd took turns to kick and punch every inch of his body they could reach. After about 20 minutes of senseless beating, that seemed like days to Naruto, the ANBU finally arrived only to find a bloody mess where a young boy was supposed to be.

After healing up in the hospital, the Hokage told Naruto that several of the civilians were arrested and put in jail for their actions, but he had told him to release them. Here, even Korusho was shocked. The boy wanted to release the people that had nearly cost him his life? It seemed either like madness or...

"Why would you let them go, Naruto? Did you not want them to atone for what they did?" Korusho asked his young charge, who had by now gone back to sitting crosslegged next to him.

Fiddling with the hem of his shirt in thought Naruto said... "I didn`t want them to think that I was cruel... I wanted them to see... I was willing to forgive them." Korusho merely stared at the utterly unique boy next to him. Either Kami had some incredibly good things in store for this boy, or there really was no such thing as a divine creature because in his opinion, no such being could allow a boy, with a heart so pure, to be treated this way.

Sighing as he contemplated his student, Korusho motioned for the boy to continue his tale. And so Naruto told him about the few good things in his life. The Ichiraku family that helped feed his ramen obsession, both a blessing and a curse in the monk`s eyes, and the more memorable moments that he had with his surrogate grandfather. The one moment that stood out most, was how he told Naruto about the Will of Fire. It seemed to be an inspiration to the boy, as his whole face lit up at the concept. To Naruto, the Will of Fire represented his drive to show the village what he really was. Someone that would give his life to protect it... Or at least... that`s what it used to represent ot him. Now he no longer understood it fully.

His talk with Korusho reaffirmed his belief that the Will of Fire was not wrong, not entirely. But he no longer knew why exactly he would want to show the world what he is... Because he was afraid of what he is...

And it was thus that they came to the true topic, as Naruto recalled the events of his last day in Konoha...

His day started the same as always. Waking up, showering then going out into the village that despised him so to buy some food only to be turned away by the market vendors. Then going to the Ichiraku`s for his morning ration of 10 bowls of ramen. Talking with Ayame and Teuchi, Korusho quickly remembering their names from his previous talk with Naruto, and finally how he loitered around the playground until the late afternoon.

It was here that Naruto became more subdued. Telling Korusho how the boy had recognized him, as someone hated by the adults. How he drew attention to him and how it all snowballed until he was running for his life once more. He left out the beating itself, but he told him how he noticed it that time... noticed...

"Kyuubi... They always called me the... the Kyuubi brat..." Naruto was determinately not looking at Korusho this time around. This was the moment that would change his view on him, he was sure of it. And in a way he was right.

"Naruto... Are you the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune?" The spasm that rolled down Naruto`s body was evidence enough, however in a small voice the boy asked him... "What do you mean... Jinchuuriki?" Despite having found out that he housed a powerful demon, Naruto was still unaware of the true nature of the creature that resided within him. Itachi had not bothered to explain it in depth due to already telling the boy much more than he was allowed to. The young Uchiha had no doubt believed that Naruto would go to the Hokage for answers, which he would have done, had fate not intervened...

"Being a Jinchuuriki means you house one of the nine Bijuu or Tailed Beasts as they are called..." The information being of interest to Naruto he decided to remember just what he was. But with a more pressing matter at hand he continued in a voice so quiet, that had Korusho not been sitting right next to him, it would not have been heard at all.

"If that`s what it means then... yes... I am the Kyuubi..." His voice broke on the last word as he dared not look up at his sensei. He did not want to see the same hate that he had felt for years, come from those eyes. Those eyes that so very much reminded him of his Jiji. But with a difference, namely those eyes had yet to look at him, as if he were a monster. And so he waited for Korusho to say something... anything...

Only to be surprised, when he felt a hard smack to the top of his head. Rubbing the sore spot he tentatively looked at the monk to see if more hits were coming his way. But instead of a raised weapon or even a hateful scowl , he saw the red-haired man look at him with an admonishing gaze that made him feel ashamed of himself...

"Naruto I do not ever want to hear you say that again... You are not the Kyuubi!" The monk`s tone had an edge to it but beneath the harsh exterior one saw the truth behind his words. The same words that Itachi Uchiha had told Naruto when he revealed his tenant to him... Those words that held no contempt... Words that wanted him to see that he was not a demon.

Those words may have reached Naruto when Itachi spoke them... But much happened since then.

Briefly Naruto saw a flash of crimson eyes, staring back at him from a blood-soaked window. Those eyes that were his but... not his.

Returning his attention to the monk, Naruto hardened his gaze as he spoke in a low voice... "You have no idea what I did... I am a monst-" Before he could finish, Naruto was once more holding his head in pain from Korusho`s second smack to it. Indignantly the boy felt some of his anger rise out at the monk... Who was he, to hit him like that? He was acting just like the villagers, thinking he could get away with anything just because Naruto couldn`t fight back...

Korusho on the other hand was waiting silently as the boy mumbled darkly to himself. His anger soon seeped into the seal on his stomach, waking the vile chakra within. It was not enough to actually make the boy attack him or anything. But with his monk training, Korusho was easily able to identify the chakra. The raw power from it, mixed in with the rage of the Kyuubi, was enough to make some people faint. But even if Korusho was so faint of heart, it would have taken much more chakra to affect him... As it was, it was barely enough for the monk to notice a faint orange glow coming from the boy`s stomach.

Recovering from his latest admonishment, Naruto turned to glare at the monk who merely gazed back nonchalantly. When needed, he had utter control over his emotions and how they appeared on his face. It was a tactic he had learned when dealing with merchants and thugs. Making a merchant who was trying to scam you believe you were mocking him, by acting as if he was beneath you, was an easy way to make him slip up completely. This same skill also helped Korusho enhance his bartering capabilities, since he could always wheedle out a bit extra from the stingy merchants, trying to sell him over-priced food of poor quality. As far as the occasional thugs were concerned, it helped him create an image of a poor Fire Temple monk, that had no hope of defending himself. So, the inevitable smackdown they received was always a surprise.

But currently, he was using it to get Naruto to tell him exactly why, he believed himself a monster. He also wanted to see, despite how dangerous it might be, whether he knew that he was slowly channeling the Kyuubi chakra.

"Why do you keep hitting me?" Shrugging uncaringly Korusho countered saying... "Why do you keep calling yourself a monster? You have so far showed me nothing that would condone such thinking. Therefore something must have happened that made you act this way."

This time, Naruto kept silent. He realised that Korusho wasn`t going to abandon him because of the Kyuubi. But deep down within himself, Naruto believed he would deserve it. He had not told Korusho the truth. Had not intended to as well. He kept the Kyuubi, his life before the monk and all of his troubles locked away. He wanted to be rid of it all but he never considered that it might hurt Korusho in some way...

What if he had changed again? If Korusho was taken by surprise, then Naruto was sure that even his great new sensei would be killed... It was then that Naruto noticed a slight burning in his abdomen. He looked down and saw a thin layer of orange chakra covering him.

Panic set in quickly but as soon as it did, the chakra dispersed, leaving him with his breath hitched in his throat as he slowly moved his hand to his stomach, where that burning sensation still remained to a lesser degree.

"When you`re angry... It seems that the Kyuubi chakra tries to escape your seal..." The words caught Naruto`s attention long enough to tear his gaze away from his stomach... Korusho was still looking at him but now he appeared to be studying him, as a small smile made its way onto his face.

"Naruto... I see that you have suffered because of the Bijuu... But if you do not know the difference between it and you... Then you might become susceptible to its chakra... You do not want the Kyuubi to take control of you, do you?" Yet again Naruto felt tears run down his face... He was not openly crying but the sadness of what he did made the tears fall as if on instinct.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto explained... He told Korusho how an ANBU had come to disperse the crowd. He did not tell him the name of the ANBU, he believed it did not matter. But he did tell him that the shinobi seemed to actually care for Naruto. He told him about their discussion on the duties of a shinobi, once more surprising the monk with just how intelligent his student was in such matters. And finally he told him how he found out about his... condition...

His breathing became slightly more erratic as he recalled his later encounter with the two drunks. He kept wringing his hands as he told Korusho how he tried to save the girl, how he attacked the men so that she could escape.

The tears came in a flood once he told him that she was killed. He explained in great detail how he ran to her. How he saw the life vanish from her eyes as she died alone... How the men laughed. How he was suddenly unable to hear their words and could only hear his own heartbeat...

Here he stopped. He wasn`t sure whether or not he imagined his encounter with the demon. In fact he was having difficulty remembering just what he had done under the fox`s influence up until he looked into the bloodstained window where he saw his reflection.

"I`m not sure if this really happened... But it felt real... Like it wasn`t just in my head..." Korusho nodded. He had heard of Jinchuuriki having a hard time remembering one of their rampages. The human body was after all not suited for the raw chakra of the Bijuu. A Jinchuuriki could learn to control it to a degree, perhaps even completely but that was rare. And if there was too much Bijuu chakra, then the brain would experience memory loss.

"I woke up in a sewer... There was water all around and there were hundreds of pipes everywhere. They were pretty big as well." Korusho thought this might have been a mental representation of the boy`s chakra system. That would also explain the pipes. Naruto had great reserves and good stamina, therefore the pipes were large and plentiful. But putting his thoughts aside, Korusho continued to listen.

"Way above me though... was a huge pipe. And it looked brand new... But it was leaking... And it wasn`t leaking normal water..." Naruto shuddered slightly as he continued to describe his encounter with the Kyuubi. The fact that the Bijuu spoke was a slight surprise to Korusho. Not that he believed that the Tailed Beasts were actually beasts. But he thought that the Kyuubi no Kitsune of all things, would most certainly not wish to degrade himself by speaking to a mere human... The monk was aware that the Bijuu had great pride and none more than the Kyuubi, who was widely known as the strongest of them all.

It showed him just how much was still unknown about the fox. And that he might be more trouble for the boy than either of them knew.

It came time for Naruto to tell him about his rampage. How he awoke to find bodies around him. How the Kyuubi told him he had killed them all... Naruto knew by now that he wasn`t the one that dealt the killing blow to the young girl. But he still killed her. If he had not tried to help her then she would have survived.

Now this is where Korusho finally found the root of the problem. The boy was obviously deeply distressed regarding the death of the innocent girl. In his eyes, both the drunks deserved their death, something Korusho, despite being a monk, agreed with. He would later find that even the Uchiha that had gotten in his way were apparently justified kills, since Naruto was defending himself. This time aorund, Korusho did not completely agree but he did not deny that the Uchiha could have handled the situation better. If they had gone for their Hokage or perhaps tried to calm Naruto down isntead of aggravating him...

It was all rather bothersome to say the least. But the problem was the girl. She was completely innocent of the entire matter. And Naruto firmly believed that her death was his fault. This was the cause of the boy`s belief that he was a monster. Because he thought that he killed an innocent, even if accidentaly and not by his own hands. However the monk knew better than to try to convince him otherwise. So he instead continued to listen to the story. It came to the point where Naruto shrugged off the Kyuubi`s control that Korusho spoke up once more.

"You broke the Kyuubi`s hold on you?" The question was filled with bewilderment. He had heard of decades old Jinchuuriki that were unable to control their Bijuu and yet it seemed that Naruto had somehow managed to maintain the Kyuubi`s chakra, but without any of its influence being transferred to him. It was unheard of, as far as Korusho was concerned.

Naruto answered dejectedly, he had spoken in a low monotone voice since he began the tale of his rampage. He was trying to distance himself from the matter, as if it wasn`t him who was killing but a being in some far away universe that had no connection to him. It was for the best either way, since him beating himself up over the Uchiha`s deaths would only strengthen his belief that he and the Kyuubi were one being.

"I just felt sad and... empty... When I saw that my eyes were... like the Kyuubi`s... It just felt like he dissapeared. I could still feel his power and I could still hear his grumbling as if he was angry or something... But I could do whatever I wanted... So I ran..." Naruto kept explaining about his escape over the Hokage Monument and his last look at his Jiji... This gave Korusho another nut to crack. It seemed that the Hokage`s reaction to his surrogate grandson`s rampage was the final blow to Naruto`s weakened psyche. It was years of insults, beatings and silent glares that had Naruto labeled as wrong. It was the truth that made him realise the reason why he was wrong... It was the death of the girl and the killing of the others that made him believe he was wrong... But it was his grandather`s gaze that made him believe there was no turning back...

Korusho sighed deeply. The story ended with Naruto running from Konoha for a day until the cloak dissipated. He was halfway between going to Ta no Kuni when he stumbled upon the village where they met. And the rest is history...

All in all he was pleasantly surprised... The boy had managed to make a conscious decision that probably spared the lives of many, all while under the influence of the most powerful of Bijuu. The Bijuu whose chakra was practically made of hate and anger. And yet he managed to control it even if he doesn`t realise it. The problem being that it was his sadness that countered the fox`s rage. And while it proved effective... it was not good enough. But Korusho was not the man to teach Naruto about controlling his Bijuu... Hopefully he would someday find that person. Until then, he would make sure that Naruto had no reason to resort to the Kyuubi`s chakra.

"Naruto, I assure you that you are not a monster... I know you do not believe me... But I am not the person that will change that. I hope you will find that person soon, but until then..." Standing up Korusho offered his student a hand which he slowly took. Pulling him up Korsuho ruffled his hair once more and continued, a content smile never leaving his face...

"Know that I will never believe you are a monster. No matter what you say, to me, you are Naruto...-" It was then that Korusho realised just how off track they had gotten. Even though he now knew the boy`s entire life story, he still did not find an answer to his most pressing question...

But that could wait as Naruto firmly hugged his legs in an unspoken gesture of gratitude. He was not going to be convinced of it himself, but if the one person that was left in his life believed he was Naruto and not the Kyuubi... well, he would not look a gift horse in the mouth...

It was then however that Naruto also remembered the reason for their discussion. He was still unable to give the old man any useful information. But perhaps... if the last name given to him was actually that of his parents and not just a random name..."Korusho-sensei... I don`t know if the orphanage gave me my parents name or not... The lady there always said they must have not wanted me, so I was never sure... But..."

"Naruto, you can tell me anything, okay?" The monk`s kind face betrayed only a hint of anticipation... After years... Could this boy actually be...?

"Uzumaki... My name is Naruto Uzumaki..."

W: Cliffhanger again, ey? I`m starting to think people will hate me for these short chapters... But I had to lay the groundwork here, right K-man?

K: I agree...

W: You... do?

K: They will hate you...

W: [Facepalms] Well too bad... I don`t want to suddenly abandon this story like my others so far... So I`m going to write nice and slow so that I don`t lose interest... Although its killing me when I try to write out scenes that are slightly in the future... Like seriously I get sick to my stomach... I`m weird arent I Deep-Thinking-Naruto?

Naruto: Yeah, but- wait what do you mean Deep-Thinking?

W: Oh, nothing... Not implying that the actual you is kinda stupid or anything bu-

N: Korusho-sensei can I borrow your staff?

W: KORUSHO YOU HAD BETTER NOT FU**ING GIVE IT TO HIM!

K: [Smiles evilly as he pulls out a scroll...] Oh, I would never give him my staff to harm you Writer-san...

W: [Oblivious]Oh, good... Well then I`ll see all of you next week with a slightly more interesting chapter oka- AHH! What the- OUCH! Where the HECK did you get that mini Bo-Staff?!

N: ... I found it...

W: WHERE?!

N: ... I mean... The Kyuubi gave it to me...

W: [Looks from Naruto to Korusho only to find a Kage Bunshin in his place that dissipates...] KORUSHOOOOOOO!

Until next time! And no, I am not yet proven legitimately insane... yet...