A/N: Disclaimer this time is that I am absolutely horrible at updating. And this chapter is short. I apologize in advance. +_=

Naruto scowled as he tried to peer to the goddamn mist the dude called Zappy - Zabutt - Zabuza? Zabuza.

The mist that Zabuza had created.

And then he had a bright idea, just as he heard Kakashi-sensei and Zabuza clash in the fog.

When there was that time where he had sneaked and stolen the forbidden shadow doppelganger jutsu, he had also taken a peek at some of the other scrolls stuffed there. There had been the "Neko Transformation" jutsu, the "Unchi o Taberu" jutsu, and the "Haiiro No Shokan" jutsu.

And with Naruto being, well, Naruto, he decided, If I use one of these summoning thing jutsus, Zabuza would get beaten up, and then I'll be a hero, and Sasuke will finally bow down and see that I am the greater ninja! Ha!

(It took him four tries to get the hand seals right.)

Although, even thick-headed-at-the-time Naruto felt a bit suspicious as this guy just walked out of nowhere and flicked a charred cigarette butt at him. And what was up with that bony half-mask marked with a cross? Was he religious? Although, for some reason he couldn't fathom, the guy's russet red hair seemed comforting.

"Oi. Brat."

Naruto didn't reply.

"Idiot. You're not beautiful. And you're dirty too. Only women who are dirty are allowed to come near me."

The the glasses-wearing redhead snatched the young chuunin and flung him away, in the direction of Kakashi and Zabuza's fight.

There was a muffled thump and the summoned man huffed in annoyance as he dusted himself off.

Meanwhile, both Zabuza and Kakashi were knocked unconscious by the force of the blonde's butt crashing into the Hidden Mist ninja and his rock hard head slamming onto Kakashi.

General Cross cursed under his breath.

Now he had no idea how to get back to the neat little brothel he had just been about to visit. A pity, too, there were so many beautiful and dirty women there.

But at least the ugly dirty presence had been neatly disposed of. And the dirty brat was like a younger, ruder version of idiot apprentice, except idiot apprentice actually seemed to be more intelligent than this one.

Cross suddenly remembered that Anita had informed him that his apprentice was currently bedridden and missing his Innocence arm. His usual bad mood deepened.

(Not that he actually cared for the sort-of-albino brat. Definitely not. Although Idiot Apprentice was quite tolerable at times.)

He also remembered that he didn't have a sure way of returning to his damn brat.

If General Cross was in an anime, he would have grown horns.

He dragged out Grave of Maria, instead - her singing always tended to calm him down.

It was just unfortunate that it seemed to have a negative effect on everyone else in a 100 meter radius.

SSSHHHHHHRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Ah, what a nice melody. He lit another cigarette, and idly wondered where the blonde whiskered brat had landed.

Whatever.