Alright, you guys have stayed till now, goodness gracious, you all are awesome. I do hope that I keep your interests, and I hope that you'll stay for the long run. And for those who are wondering, Naruto won't be that over-powered, its only in certain instances when he can access more Chakra, like when he's super pissed or super determined.
Anyone ever notice that this happens with any character in any anime? Meh...
Concerning the harem though, Naruto will mentally grow more after a while, and soon so too will his age. The harem itself won't be massive, but it will be a good size, manageable-if you will.
By the way, like I said last chapter, things will pick up, and the bell test will begin next chapter, and soon, I hope
Without a further a do, and with my disclaimer in hand-I own nothing-let the story continue.
Better Late Than Never!
Naruto awoke with a start. Something was off, something in the air was strange, as if the oxygen was filtered through with a screen. Off in the other room, he could hear a strange sound, a rapid ticking, and a grumble? A curse came to his ears, and then a shattering smash, stopping the ringing. A contented sigh, barely audible through the walls, came to him, then next what came, was of snoring.
What the...
Then it came to him, the alarm. The alarm he had set. The alarm he set for the morning. The very one that he'd probably have to replace now after a certain curvious woman smashed it. Hm. hmmm.
"Oh shit."
Naruto cursed fouly and sprung up in his froggy boxers, flipped over the couch-more like tumbled face first-and sprinted over to his bedroom closet. His feet thudded to a stop as he nearly ripped the sliding closet door off its hinges, looking for the right clothes. All before him were a line of orange jumpsuits, each with that same high white collar.
Behind him, Rangiku groaned over his rustling noises, peeking under her lids to see a nearly stark nude Naruto. In her groggy state, she merely raised a brow to it, then closed her eyes a moment later. Then, she opened her eyes again, half-lidded, and grinned cheekily.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were giving me a show."
Her voice purred out teasingly, making the boy jump in surprise, then he shrank in embarrassment, then annoyance came and mixed itself in as a red tint filtered across his whiskered visage.
"Hey! I'm the only one allowed to be the pervert here!"
"Who said I was the pervert, your the one giving the show." Rangiku's sassy reply came next, filling the boy with frustration.
He wanted to have a comeback, say something that'd wipe that smirk off her face, but with nothing popping up in his head, he simply growled under his breath. He whipped around and grabbed his jumpsuit, zipped up, and reached down for his sandles. A sharp whistle came next, a cat call, and yet another flush came dancing across his face. He quickly put on his sandles, grabbed his headband, and got ready to leave when the soul reaper called for him.
"Naruto, don't forget the suit case, bring it with you to that forest we first met."
"Why can't you?" He snapped back, still flustered with her teasing him.
"Awe, Naruto, you don't expect a beautiful woman like me to carry such a heavy thing, do you?" Her voice wasn't pleading, more complaining than anything, but it held that chime sound that bent him to her will. He grabbed the thing up and left, grumbling about lazy free-loaders.
On his way out the door, he grabbed the rest of his gear, kunai and shuriken alike, and other such things.
He walked down the street at a leisurely pace, ignoring the glances and scowls he got, only smiling bigger, knowing that he was about to get a team. Two people, and a sensei, three who would witness him, know him not as...that. He was the jailer of the nine-tails, and although the knowledge explained why people gave him the cold shoulder and wouldn't open up their hearts to him, that didn't make any of it better. But, he supposed, it could be worse, he could have been the fox himself, could be trapped and never to be let out, never to taste freedom, never to see the world through his own eyes.
The thought ran a cold chill through his spine.
Soon, he made it to the academy, stepping through its doors he'd stepped through thousands of times before. Walked the halls he'd walked a many times. But this time, instead of trepidation because he failed before, he strode with pride, joy in his heart, knowing that he succeeded! No more would he see failure, no, for he would only know glory an victory!
In the end, he was just a damned happy fellow.
He opened the door to class, looking to his right, seeing Iruka.
The man nodded a greeting, smiling.
Naruto returned the gesture, giving a thumbs up.
The whiskered blond came over to a seat, next to a brooding Uchiha, who's only acknowledgment was a 'hm.' Naruto grinned and chuckled a little. He put the long case on the table and rested his feet on the atop that, leaning back a bit on the hind legs of the chair, arms crossed and fingers laced behind his neck. Content, he was content, just the same as everyone took their seats, ready to get going with his ninja business, though a few gave a glance towards the case, confused, then decided it wasn't all that important.
It was just Naruto, what was the worst he could do?
Then he heard shouting, a thud of rushing feet, arguing that grew closer. He recognized those voices, Sakura and Ino. The pinkette and blond, both extremely terrifying when they desired to be. Something told him, just as they burst through the door, that he shouldn't be sitting where he was sitting. But he couldn't put a finger on it. Why should he move? He couldn't think of why, after all, he was just sitting next to...to...
For the second time that day, Naruto cursed.
And the wrath of two girls came down on him.
Launched from his chair liked a rocket, he was. His face being slammed against by two white knuckled konoichi, his body rising to the ceiling before falling unto the floor below. The back of his head struck first-funny how that happened so often-and the rest of his body bounced from the sheer force. It was then he remember why he didn't sit next to Sasuke, because of two overly obsessed girls.
"That'll teach you to sit next to Sasuke-kun!" The pinkette roared about like a hollow then.
"Ya!" Ino seconded.
They looked to one another, just for a moment, then both began shouting once more, arguing who'd sit next to the boy they so admired, leaving Naruto to grumble.
He stood and brushed himself off, grabbed the suit case and sat next to Choji and the lazy Nara.
"Rough day, huh?" Shikamaru asked.
"Fricken free-loaders persuading me, calling me a pervert. Damned konoichi and their obsessions and double damned fricken hollow's starting all this..."
Naruto continued on, mumbling obscenities, making Shikamaru and Choji to scoot a bit further away, wishing not to aggravate the livid blonde any further.
Iruka eventually shouted at the two with that strange big-headed technique, making them sit down and grumble, and soon-without any further interruptions-he began reading off the lists of people that'd be together in a team, and the sensei they would be assigned to. One by one, they were named off, their team leader-as it were-came in, taking them somewhere to do something. Eventually, in the middle of Naruto's mumbling rant, Iruka called his, Sakura, and Sasuke's names.
"And your sensei will be...oh, well, it will be Kakashi Hatake. You may be here for awhile..."
And then Iruka left, and when Naruto looked, it was only the three of them. He raised a brow to this but shrugged, sitting down and propping his feet up again, deciding to relax until their sensei came, forgetting the incident earlier.
His thoughts began to drift, and his simple relaxing began to fall into slumber.
"Hey Naruto! Wake up!"
A yell brought him back, jerking his muscles into action, accidentally kicking the suitcase off the table. He looked left and right, and scowled a little.
"Sakura, what was that for!"
The pinkette blinked, shrank back, then pointed to the suitcase.
"It was starting to glow, and we didn't know what was happening..." She told, actual trepidation still in her voice.
He turned towards the case, and saw that it was not glowing, but instead, it was slightly ajar.
"Oh no."
Naruto got up and kneeled before it, ready to simply shut and lock it, but retracted his hand when indeed it began to omit a light from itself. Sakura got up and pointed at him, as if in her own accusation, telling him she were right.
But Naruto didn't hear her, he didn't hear Sasuke get up and look down with actual interest, didn't hear them step closer to him and the light bearing case.
All he could hear was the whispers.
Someone, their tone a deep drum beat, graveled with a scent of power and strength, it called out to him, wishing, pleading to be held, to be used, to do as he wanted. Naruto's hands fell on the case, but he did not close the case, no, instead, he opened it. Light did not pour forth and shoot into the sky, nothing jumped out at him, instead, the light stopped, ceased to brill out. What he found, was a simple katana, a standard looking piece, only shined enough to gleam. Yet still, the voice persisted, as his hands came down unto its simple handle, the voice no longer a whisper, now only a stern voice of action, saying only three words.
"Say my name."
Inside the gleam of the blade, he saw a reflection of a balding man, middle aged, squared glasses and flannel shirt with brown jacket. Below he wore simple jeans and dirty boots.
He and Naruto stared at one another, the man squinting in the scenery of a desert.
The whiskered blond hadn't noticed that he had already picked the blade up, but he did notice its change in size. The simple looking katana had grown longer than his own height, yet it still retained the very same style, single edge with a flat guard. Naruto began to mumble something, maybe the being name, but was snapped out of his daze by a shouting Sakura.
"That sword! Its such a strange shape and size!"
Naruto turned to her, wanted to say something she'd hit him for, but stayed his tongue. He turned back to the sword, finding the reflection gone, the balding man, the desert behind him, gone. A pang of sadness hit him then, for some reason, wishing to know the name of the man he'd seen. It was odd, the connectivness he'd felt, as if they were the one and the same, despite the appearances.
In the end, he could do nothing but let it go, for now.
He sat back down, laying the sword on the table, staring at it for a little bit, before finally relaxing once more.
"Hey, where did you get that anyway." Sakura asked, quite curiously in fact.
With a sigh, he said-
"I have no clue where it came from, but a," he stopped, realizing that if he told Sakura that a woman of such...curves gave him this, in the way he was going to say it, he'd be punched, hard.
"A nice lady gave this to me."
She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged, thinking the thing had been henged to make it look impressive.
"Okay." She said at last, as she and Sasuke sat back down.
Back at Naruto's, Rangiku was just starting to get up, her slim belly growling with hunger. She groaned, sat up, and groaned some more.
"Why didn't I have him make me breakfast?"
She hopped out, agile as a cat, and strode towards the kitchen, her objective, a strange concoction of food that only she would enjoy, so long as they weren't bamboo shoots, nasty things.
Rangiku made it to the kitchen, tying an apron around her waist, and got to making herself something good. She grabbed a pot and began putting eggs, leak, and everything else in the kitchen went flying into the pot as she added more strange foods into the odd concoction.
A few minutes later, she was finished, and took the contents out of her pot and onto a plate, breathing deeply of its delicious smell. She was about to gobble it down when it hit her, a spiritual pressure she hadn't quiet felt before. She got up from her shock, starting for her shinigami clothes when the power began to rise even higher, then, it stopped.
Mouth ajar, she turned towards the direction she felt the power come from, and in that moment knew who it was, with the slight familiarity she already had with it.
"He opened the case."
She looked back at the bowl of purple slop she called breakfast, then back towards where Naruto exhibited his spiritual pressure.
"Tsk, damn kid, I hope he didn't blow up the academy."
and she sat back down, eating her food.
Back at the school, Naruto sneezed, rousing himself from slight slumber, then felt a chill run down his spine. What was that just now? He felt as though someone had mentioned him, and not in a pleasant manner either. But he shrugged it off, grabbed the large sword on his desk, and headed for the window. When he parked his feet atop the window sill, sitting on his haunches, Sakura asked what he was doing.
"I'm tired of waiting, I'm gonna go on the roof and train." He told, about to leap out of the building side.
"Why would you practice with a henge?"
He stopped, head tilted back, eyes squinted at her, as if in question.
"You think this is a henge?"
And he left, with both Sakura and Sasuke confused and-the latter-intrigued.
Naruto climbed his way atop the building, making it to the roof, and began to swing the massive sword. He didn't right know how to really use a sword, though they did do extensive training involving kunai, and went with what felt right. He found that-with begrudgedness-his short stature would not allow an upswing, unless his intention was to tear up the roof or ground he stood on. But, he found that a small jump gave him enough room to do so, if not improve it.
Eventually, because of this small discovery, he found that instead of swinging with his arm, he should swing with his whole body. The transfer of energy, despite his small frame, made more force, due to his weight and mass being used in the swing. From then on, he began doing that, noticing how, no matter how far out he placed the sword from even one hand, he felt no weight, as if it were not but a feather, despite its enormous size.
Meh, devil in the details...so many details.
He pulled his arm back, sword pointed to the sky, and swung.
"Wow!"
He stopped his swing in time, hanging its edge dangerously close to someone he didn't know. The man was tall, lanky, and had grey hair lopsided to the side, spiking at the ends. He had a headband on, the leaf symbol and all, covering on of his eyes, like a patch, whilst a blue mask covered the lower half. He wore the standard, green flack jacket with pouches at the sides, and below he wore the navy blue pants and sandals.
"Hey! Watch where you shunshin! I could have cut you!" Naruto shouted, angry that someone stopped his training. The man in question went from a surprised look, to that of a calm chill, holding out a piece sign.
"Yo..."
Sakura and Sasuke appeared next to him as Naruto pulled his sword away, resting it in the roofs top with a palm on the pommel.
"Don't kill the teacher Naruto!" Sakura screamed, miffed that he almost killed the man, though her 'inner Sakura' wished he had at least bonked the man for being late.
"Well he should watch for...wait, sensei? He's our teacher?"
Kakashi Hatake face palmed then, soon after bringing his head back up to say-
"You're all idiots."
A/N
Avast ye reader! Third chapter has been read and complete! I hope it satisfied you, and if the shortness bothers you, I shall lengthen them.
Roar! More content!
Haha, sorry, mess'in around, but anyway...if you guys can figure out who Naruto's zampakto spirit is, I'll let you choose a girl to add to the harem-which can be from either world.
So far it goes Rangiku, and Soifon.
Also, if you guys like my work, go to amazon and maybe by a copy of my series, witches warrior.
You don't have to though.
Anyway, thank you for reading, and please, leave a review, write a comment, and have a pleasant day:^)