Hey guys! So I hope you guys had a good week between updates, it sure has been for me.
So, today, Naruto's gonna get a surprise when he gets home, but it won't go as you might think. And, for you guys, Naruto gets to show off the extent of his power today, something I was hoping to give a point to. Naruto is strong, very powerful, but he is not limitless, he has times where his strength fails him, but not so utterly so. He is not a God, by no means, just a very strong shinobi and very good with shinigami powers.
Alrighty then, lets get this thing going! We finally get to see Naruto at his full power with his shikai, and then some! So lets get this a roll'in!
I owe nothing!
Chapter 13
Fighting in the Shade
So. . .swallowed by a giant snake, whole. Not pleasant, still being processed down the gullet of the damn thing. Is my luck a spectrum of good and bad, on one hand, I am being eaten, very, very bad luck. On the other hand, the snake is going to get a bad surprise as well.
Naruto was a bit salty, you know, being swallowed by a freaking snake!-will do that to ya. But, that wasn't so bad, not when you could make clones. Naruto brought his hands together for such a thing, intending to burst out with an overwhelming amount of kage bushin. Before he molded the Chakra to do so, however, another idea wormed its way into the young lads mind.
Outside the snake, the large purple constrictor itself was enjoying its meal, happy to please its master. It was slithering along the forest floor, letting the scarlet trench coat fool slip further down its throat when it felt something begin to reverberate within? Strange, it was almost as if the boy was laughing like a mad-
HISSSSSS!
It curled up in pain as a hot searing feeling wretched at its gullet. How was such pain possible! It felt as though several large spears were clamping down on its inside, tearing about its inner walled muscles, crunching the nerves without fail! Blood began pouring out of its fanged mouth, spattering the ground crimson, staining the greenery of the place.
Its skin felt so dry then, even as the pain increased. No, it wasn't even its scales and soft flesh beneath, everything was drier than a bone! Its sharp eyes felt like they were going to burst into sand! From nose to tail, it was as if a sun was burning all the liquid in it, shriveling it into the husk of a once great beast. With all color gone, and blood drained, left with nothing, it finally felt its very soul get sucked into that of infinite darkness, to never be anymore.
From the adust form of the now dead and gone snake, emerged Naruto, completely unscathed.
"Woo! You were quite a meal, my purple fellow! Not too much of a fight if I'm on the inside however, that's disappointing. Oh well, you'll find the miasma of void darkness more accommodated now that you have company in there. Now...to find the son'ova bitch who sicked you on me."
Naruto felt around, and found two familiar Reiyuko near, and one he did not. Oh~ Naruto thought, that one's strong. He turned towards them, and flash stepped, a damn grin about splitting his face. It did not take him long to find them, the snake not getting too far when he was eaten. When he arrived, a tree's arm above them, his team-mates were surprised.
"Naruto!" They yelled.
"Pft, ya think a hardy fellow like me's gonna die gett'in eaten?!" He yelled back down, smiling like a cheshire. He turned his head to the man who had stronger Reiyuko-and probably Chakra-than the two below. He began reaching for his zanpakuto. Naruto whipped the blade down, pulled the trigger, and swung up, extending the blade.
"Drink and be filled, Hocho o Mimashita! Blast my enemies to vapor, Dojina Hito!" The blond Jinjuriki bellowed out for all to hear. Without a second thought, he flashed out in a burst of speed, swiping his blade across the skinny frame of the man. Red shot out from the slash as the body was sent through the air like a rocket, its back hitting the tree's main branch with a thud.
Naruto had to blink.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"Oh goddamn it! I thought he was able to dodge that!" Naruto's indignant shout reached the two behind him, confusing them. They did not know he wanted a good fight, and so did not understand his frustration. But, before the young lad could go off on a rant, the fallen form of the man he slashed twitched. Naruto noticed and held his blade at the ready.
A person burst out of the body, one just as skinny, his long black hair obscuring his face. The man stepped out of the body, a tan tunic and dull colored shorts tied by a large purple rope. The man lifted his head, revealing golden slitted eyes and a pointed face full of sinister desire.
"Heh heh heh heh, do you know who I am dear boy? I am Orochimaru of the former sannin, a tittle equivalent with a Hokage. Ha ha ha ha, oh my, you are the first to get the drop on me like that in a long while, dear boy." More maniacal laughter echoed out the mans throat, a hollow sound to it, void of feeling.
"So." Naruto responded with deadpan.
"Yes that's right, a sannin who-what?" Orochimaru was a bit stunned that the boy was not surprised like his fellows behind him.
"Okay, then if you're telling the truth, then I guess I release." Naruto told, his face falling on that of a stern hardness. Cocking a brow, Orochimaru asked what he meant by those words. "It means I will hold no Chakra, or Reishi back, it means that I will not restrict myself or any of my abilities. This is you're only warning." The snake like man only grew a large grin, a hand on his hip.
"Ha ha ha ha hahahaha! So you're going to use everything against me! You won't be able to do anything boy!" His evil laughter heightened then, as if it was the funniest prospect he had ever heard.
Naruto ignored him, waving his team-mates to leave, to get as far away as they could.
"You asked for it."
With his other hand, he reached inside his crimson trench coat, grabbing something beneath the folds of darkness.
"What, a kunai, or perhaps slew of shuriken, maybe even senbon, heheheh-"
Orochimaru felt his laughter fall short when, as Naruto pulled it out, presented a strange weapon. Was it that even? It looked like a hunk of hollow iron, wrapped in old oaken wood. It had a trigger and hammer on the top near the stock like piece, as if it were like a crossbow-minus the bow. It had a wide brim at the end, like a funnel. He watched Naruto rest that saw cleaver on his shoulder, and point that strange contraption at him.
"My Hocho o Mimashita can use the density of my Reishi, slinging it out as a sharp slash of energy reaching far, but it lacks that initial power once it gets so far out." Naruto told, adjusting the saw cleaver on his shoulder. "But, for sacrificing that great distance, my other zanpakuto takes that Reishi in a small bundle, condensing it, and when it is fired, shoots out like shot. Although it lacks reach, it makes up for it with the sheer power it keeps for that shorter distance." He went on, as Orochimaru began to analyze the boys words. "That is the meaning behind my Dojina Hito, to 'blast' my enemies to vapor, is its power." Here he paused, lifting the barrel higher to line up with the snake man's face.
"But to make those attacks stronger, I must know the names, and incidentally, I do."
He breathed in deep, and pulled the trigger.
"Burasuto!"
A vicious stream of Reiatsu snapped out like thick lightning, speeding towards Orochimaru so fast he could barely snap his body out of the way, the searing burn of its force taking the digits on one of his hands. A barking gasp was given when he fell to a lower branch, unprepared for what occurred. It was not usual for someone to be able to do this to him, to catch him off guard so blatantly. If only he knew what that damned contraption was before hand, what it could do, maybe he would have saved his fingers.
But, oh well, he knew now.
The pale skinned snake man rose from his slumped perch, face dragging against the sky as a grin split his face. How long had it been since his heart beat with a tinge of fear? How long was it ago that he was actually enjoying his time in a fight such as this! No, he longed for this, this fight, the rush of Chakra and blood sending his brain in a hay wire of joy. Now, he had no intentions of dieing, by no means would he fight to his last breath on this, providing the boy could drive him away, but it had been since a long time coming that he could at least stretch himself in a good fight.
Naruto was looking down at him, his expression stoic, stern, hard and cold, void of joy. What? What was wrong, wasn't he the kind to get excited for things like this? Shouldn't he be fighting with a damn grin plastered on his face and a maddened chortle behind his gullet? But, then he remembered, the runts, they sped away even further, the sharingan ever slipping. He was concerned for them, that he was too powerful. Damn, he really needed that for his research. Then again, looking at Naruto, and the fight he could give, perhaps a new vessel was not to be found in an Uchiha, but maybe in this young Uzimaki.
Naruto lifted his saw cleaver, slashing down.
"Suta Suraisa!" Came his graveled voice as a torrent of red came slashing down. Orochimaru used kimiwari, glancing away just in time, that miasma of slashing crimson still pierced through the bark and wood, biting deep even into the ground. The tree was struck at the base, the roots cleaved, and so it began to fall with its limbs, a great creak of timber as it crashed down and across the forest floor.
Naruto leapt off, gathering Reiatsu under his feet, staying in the air.
"Such a neat trick! Naruto-kun~ What kind of ninjutsu is that! I! Must! Know!" Orochimaru yelled from below, grinning madly. "No Chakra, spiritual power only. Now please, die." Naruto told, swinging out another slash of Reiatsu. Orochimaru dodged, speeding away on the tree tops.
With a shunpo, he got close enough and shot out three Burasuto, yet the man had just only evaded, throwing kunai too close for the blond to dodge. They sunk in, but he shook them off, finally settling for a glare, waiting for his next move against the snake man.
"A'fraid can't do that~" The pale man sang back to Naruto. He let the scorched palm of his hand sprout fingers once more, and, biting his thumb a moment later, slapping his hands against the tree trunk. Orochimaru felt the familiar rush of air as he was risen above the tree tops, the heavy gushes of smoke brilling out like volcanic dust spewed from its depths of fire.
The smoke rolled away, and Naruto bite his statement before about snakes. By far, this one was far larger, like a Chimera, a Kaiju of epic proportions. A single eye was several times bigger that his head, and the fangs beneath were at least at long as he was tall. A frightening beast, a sinister purple veil of scales wrapping its enormous form.
Arms crossed, Orochimaru waited for the boys reaction, a grin on his face.
Naruto's expression didn't change, instead, he let his Hocho o Mimashita be sheathed and wrapped, he even put his Dojina Hito, that blunderbuss like weapon, up in his trench coat. Confused, Orochimaru wondered if the boy was throwing in the towel after seeing his summon.
He was severely misled.
Naruto lifted his hands up, forming a box with his digits over his right eye. That orb of blue crawled and swarmed scarlet, the pupil splitting just like the other. His lips split to speak, those horrid razors seeming to rent the air as he drew breath. And then, all hell broke loose.
"Deddo Seishin Kai!"
With those terrible and great words crashing down against the sky, coming out in a howl of torrid words, a black mass exploded from underneath the crimson trench coat, covering the lad completely like thick hot tar, bubbling and writhing in what looked like agony, the forms of beast and man twisting beneath in great torment. The black miasma shot up and out, seething from what sounded like thousands of lost souls, wailing from a mesh of entwined cries, all screaming out horrid rasps as if they came from hell itself!
It morphed, twisting in and around itself, forming the enormous head of a fox, having several eyes lines and atop one another in splittingly deadly glare of angry red, pinioning not just Orochimaru, but the Kaiju snake he stood upon too, unable to move admits the madness that had found form, just one of its large gnawing fangs larger than Orochimaru was tall, a single eye larger than one of those huge shurikens. The whole of it body was also fox-like, yet only pertaining a single tail. It howled out those thousands of wailing cries, shooting a chill down both of its enemies spines.
It bound after them.
Black paws struck the air as it sprinted, crashing into the giant snake, knocking it down from its high perch. The beast didn't wait for even a single purple scale to touch the ground before it began grappling with the enormous snake, jaws clenching over taught muscle and hardened skin. Razor teeth sunk deep, blood beginning to pour out like a gush from a gaiser. The snake hissed out as it felt a fiery pain wrench its lungs.
Orochimaru dared not leave Manda to the beast, knowing he would have just as much luck as his summon, and instead formed the hand-signs. He leaped from his perch, fingers formed into a rigid claw as lightning arced between his digits, sparking about with fury. That lightning release met true to the beasts temple, the Chakra element slipping between its mountainous flesh, burning and charring what was already black as pitch.
It released its strangle hold to the snake, swiping out at the man instead. With a shunshin, the pale man dodged, once more atop his summon. He commanded and it swung out its mighty jaws, snapping over the beast's neck, wrenching and curling over its form. The burn from its earlier assault however left it weaker, and the beast twisted about, snapping its fangs back into the flesh of the snake.
They gripped each other in that deathly grapple for a minute, the great breath of both Chimera-although like that of gusting gales-was beginning to come out shorter and shorter, as they felt their air slowly chop up and slow to dull gasps. Orochimaru could not necessarily help his summon, trying to use any ninjutsu attack would harm his snake-who was a very useful tool in the first place-and so opted to wait as death seemed to encroach upon the two.
Dark and scarlet slitted eyes began to loosen, the two and many orbs of the death machines beginning to fall. Out of some last resort, the fox like beast twisted its head, renting the large summons scales and flesh, forcing it to relinquish its hold as scarlet erupted from its side. A hiss of pain erupted from it, although finally free itself, and fell back, sprawled out before poofing away from its summoner.
The black abyss that the fox had been suddenly unraveled itself from the outside to in, both creatures sudden disappearance leaving the ground for a good few miles bare, trodden and scarred from the great beasts tumble. All that was left were the two figures, a ghostly white with purple contrasted by the harsh crimson and black.
Naruto had the worst of it, his clothes all torn, threadbare and nearly gone. His skin was gnarled and scratched, gashes lining his entire form. They stared each other down however, slitted scarlet glaring down at a baleful golden, both waiting for the other to make a move. Naruto reached for his Hocho o Mimashita, already saying the words.
"Suta! Suraisa!" His voice cracked out like a whip, rough as a graveled road.
What came of it was a slow, pitiful, streak of pale crimson, easily dodged by the snake man. In the end of that attak, Naruto fell to his knees, his legs no longer able to support him, buckled beneath his injuries, his lack of Reiatsu leaving him bare of regeneration. He was all helpless and out of breath.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha," a hardy laugh broke the silence between them, coming from the pale snake man as his feet drew him closer to the fallen young blond who fought so valiantly. "can your strength not gather boy? Isn't there one more feat of power within you? Come now! Shout at me, scream bloody murder and wrap yourself in that Reishi! Is that not what the hero's do?!" His shout trilled, a chuckle of triumph behind it.
No response.
Orochimaru frowned, expecting another round out of the boy, but was disappointed as he fell on his face, a sharp smack of bone and skin against the earth. Instead of killing him, he saw that same potential for a vessel-that he saw in Sasuke-nontheless, tossing him a heaven scroll. If he was to have Naruto at his toughest, he'd have to get him into the rest of the chunin exams, knowing he'd pass and get tougher mission's, strengthening him until Orochimaru decided to use him.
He turned away, not giving him the curse mark-who knew how it would affect the lad with that strange energy, it only being tested with only Chakra-and left.
Naruto heard the subtle sound of a shunshin, and finally relaxed. He let his body begin to absorb any surrounding Reiatsu, as to allow his regeneration. He'd rather not let the man notice him getting back up and kill him as he did so, the process not very fast in the first place. It took some time, to add the spiritual particles to his own Reiyuko, but it did the job, restoring him to at least a quarter of strength. It was far more then enough to stand and get to the tower, far more than enough to get home.
Sasuke and Sakura were at his sides, helping the larger team-mate to his feet. When he was securely on the ground, after stumbling a bit, he finally let his taxed body relax. He placed his saw cleaver on his back, its wraps sheathing the zanpakuto completely to him. The blond breathed in, and breathed out, sore as sore could be, the majority of his wounds sealed over, the more tedious and harmful ones getting there.
"Thanks guys." He told, picking up the heaven scroll. He grabbed them too, and used shunpo, flash stepping to the tower guarded from the creatures that abound the forest around it. He arrived, minutes later, finding them to be the first there. They found out that they could now open the scrolls, and doing so found out that, once more, through a summoned Iruka, that they would have yet another test.
Later, Naruto and the rest stood atop cement walks, guard rails keeping them bordered against the arena below. Off to the side and below, the Hokage and a few others stood, ready to watch the preliminary rounds. The blond was a bit angry however, because they would have another bout of fights after that, the actual last and final test, and only then could they pass.
So many steps!
He watched in silent patience however, as the fights went on, the digital board off and set to the side wall telling who would be fighting who. Choji fought a guy from sound, Shikamaru did the same, Sakura and Ino fought-with much gusto to Naruto's amusment-resulting in Sakura winning. All the fights were very good, and some were inspiring, such as when Sasuke battles a guy from sound just as well-winning the bout with a copied move from Lee.
All the fights were good, well fought, but it was when that Lee fellow went against Gaara that really took the cake. He was using weights, and when he finally took them off, was faster than Naruto could have ever anticipated. Faster than most eye could follow-except Naruto, Jiji and the Jonins, they could just about see it coming.
Even with all those tricks up his sleeves-and ankles-Gaara's sand finally caught him. Naruto watched as the boys arm and leg were about to be crushed.
"Suta Suraisa!"
Red slashed the sand in twine, nearly taking the taijutsu user's limbs off anyway, making the ground shutter and the cement board walks to shake with the power. Naruto quickly used shunpo, flash-stepping down to Lee and back up to the rest of his team. When the boy was safe, he pointed down towards Gaara of the desert.
"Hey! This is only a preliminary! Crushing someone's bones here is excessive, at least wait 'till the actual bouts!" He bellowed, eyes flashing scarlet, seething with fury. He may not know Lee well, but he couldn't watch the boy suffer, he didn't deserve that, after putting in so much effort. Gaara, however aloof he was, showed some emotion.
A glint of madness glared back up at Naruto.
"You wanna fight boi?!" Naruto yelled.
Sand wafted around like a blanket, swaying much like a snake ready to strike. Naruto lifted his arm high, ready to slash away the boy below. "Suta! Sur-" His words were haltered by a single strong hand grabbing his arm. This time, his eyes stayed crimson slits as he glared back at whoever dared stop him. He was a slight surprised to find an older looking Lee, with somehow bushier brows.
"This is not very youthful! I thank you for assisting my student and keeping from getting his bones broken! But, please leave!" Gai bellowed, not truly angry, more stoic than anything-despite his strange way of speaking.
Naruto's arms was released, and he looked to Jiji.
"I'm sorry, Naruto, but, stopping a bout, and about to attack another genin without being in the fight-"
"-I'm sorry Jiji, I know I'm disqualified." His voice was somehow even, and calm. "I will leave, because you told me so, forgive me for almost causing a larger problem." He turned, and began to walk away, the whole of the place silent as the grave itself, as if a single word uttered was to be for death's opening strike.
He passed Hinata, her brows knit in concern for him, but he did not say a word to her. But when he came to Kiba's side, he spoke quickly and quietly. "Hey, make sure she's wins her fight, inspire her man, she needs it. And you best not lose either." He told, his expression blank, without rancor or emotion. When he passed his team-mates, when everyone was behind him and he was about to exit, he threw back one thing for them all to hear.
"Konoha rookie nine! Go kick some ass!"
These words were filled with rancor! These words were for them, his team-mates, his village's fellow ninja, to hear, to inspire them with the ferocity of the very roughness of his voice! And yet...as swiftly as he shouted those words, he left, leaving them numb. He left without a fight, despite carrying his team so close to victory, he left with no argument. He gave up getting closer to Hokage, just so his team would not suffer from his decision, he left to inspire them all.
Naruto arrived back home, just before the door, his heart heavy. He had to do what he had done, otherwise, fighting outside the rules might have resulted in war, and he didn't want that. Why would he? Even if they had allowed him to stay, the village of sand would despise Konoha for allowing an exception to the rule, and it would accost them dearly. So, by giving up a step towards becoming Hokage, giving a piece of his dream up for the welfare of everyone, he was brought back to square one, even if he was doing something good in his heart. He knew Lee worked hard, having no Chakra, and felt like he and Lee were similar. They both had to claw and scrape for the strength they had, they both had a few people who cared for them to help them in that aspect. So, to see Lee, someone in a similar circumstance, have his dream of being a great ninja be crushed-like his arm and leg would have been-would be the same if he were to be crippled just the same.
Sacrifice, Naruto reminded himself, that's what makes a great ninja, sacrificing ones own dream for the sake of another's.
When he finally put his hand to the handle, turning the piece of metal, he came to the sight that crushed him. Rangiku was atop Soi-Fon, both were against one another, throwing themselves at each other, oblivious to the young lad. Naruto felt his chest become hollow-like, empty, as he stared on, his eyes becoming hard steel.
Creak-went the floor beneath his feet, snapping the two woman's attention from one another to him. For a moment, no one said a word, all was unmoving, all was but a silent world against the hand of a shushing god. Then, he-the blond lad with all his stoicness-ran his thumb across his parted razor fangs, flicking a droplet into the petite woman's mouth, hung ajar from the surprise. She gagged when it hit her throat, swallowing it without thought.
"Your ribs seem fine now, I release you, familiar."
He turned away, stepping out of the apartment. He didn't even slam the door, he just, shut it, almost quietly. Had that really been Naruto? How! My god! How could someone with so much life and vibrance walk in, like a ghost, a silent wraith?! How could someone with such passion, have such a dead voice! A grave built from his gullet it seemed, as if much of those words came from dead lips not meant to speak, tongue from that of an ancient sorrow?!
How could he be a silent dead, when he was filled with so much life?
Rangiku snapped out of it, nearly tripping over her own rushing feet, so much fear tolling the bell of dread in her heart. She nearly ripped the door from its very hinges when she got to it, her eyes wide like a doe caught in head-lights as she tried to look for her Naruto.
He was no where in sight.
She was about to go and try to explain to him what she planned, she was going to show that she loved him more than he knew, that she'd be willing to make him happier. But it back fired, her idea of getting him there with her and Soi-Fon drove him away. Why didn't she say anything! Maybe then he would not have flown away on those swift flash-stepping feet!
Anger for her own stupidity made her knuckles white, tears beginning to form. Was all that effort, all the training, and getting to know each other, for nothing but broken hearted people, such as them? Couldn't she just explain to him what her intentions were? She was sure he would understand and. . .and-
"Rangiku-san, you're bleeding." Soi-Fon came behind her, pulling her back into the apartment.
The orange haired lass felt her teary gaze fall to her scarlet dripping palms. Was she so furious with herself that she did this? But, even as Soi-Fon began cleaning them and wrapping them, she found she didn't care if they bled out or not, all she wanted to do was find Naruto.
"I know why now, I see why you love him." The captain told, eyes focused on dressing the self inflicted wound. "Most men would have jumped at such an opportunity, but he did not. He left, cheated on. He didn't even say anything against it, he just left. I see now, why you love that young man." Here, she tied off the wrapping's, her soft and saddened gaze lifting towards Rangiku's.
"He is an honorable man."
Rangiku wanted nothing more than to cry from Soi-Fon's words, she wanted to wail out as tears streamed down her face. She wanted to cry for hours, as she hurt inside for doing that to the young man. She wanted to tell him sorry, she wanted him to know that he could be with her and others if he wanted, she wanted to make him the happiest man alive, and to never let him go.
She did all but that last thing, wailing and letting herself cry into the shoulder of Soi-Fon.
A few hours went by since the preliminaries, and one Anko Mitarashi was feeling stressed. How could she not, having faced her former sensei, and the curse mark activating before she could truly try to finish the man off. She hated him so much for what he did, but even her fury could not help her against the pain of the accursed thing.
So, where did she go? To the pub, of course. She and her best bud-Kuranai-would come here all the time, take a few-or a lot for Anko-drinks. But, her friend decided that today they would not be relaxing together, instead the genjutsu user would be helping her students, somehow, all of them passing. It was a surprising upset when Hinata actually won against her cousin, Neji. What was more so, was that it was Kiba who shouted down from the ranks, inspiring her to keep going, despite the majority of her body numb from the cousin's use of the byakugan.
Anko waved the thought off. She didn't need a drinking buddy to make her after noon good, no, she'd have a great afternoon without Kuranai! She would drink some guy under and get money from the bets. She could imagine it now, some poor sap betting she could be bested and be brought under the table. Then, she got the money from the past-out drunks wallet.
The Mitarashi came through the doors and found herself staring at the back of that Naruto fellow. He was drinking heavily, whiskey and rum, he didn't care, he'd slap the money down on the counter, and chug whatever was there for him to drink.
Anko sat down by him, seeing that the boy was down in a rut.
"Hey, the disqualification gett'in to you that bad? It'll be alright, ya got next year! Datteba-" Her words meant to help him were dried up and bitten off when he turned to face her, his tinted goggles off, showing little silent tears drip off his chin. A mental curse left her mind as she realized that it was something else entirely.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" She asked, concern drawn across her face. Usually, if it was a close friend, she would have smacked them, got them over it, but she didn't know Naruto well enough to do that, recognizing that her words would hinder rather than help. So, she opted to listen to him.
"This girl I've been with for a while now, I-I came home, and she was on the couch with, with someone we let in our house." His voice dropped, pain in his voice. He knew he and the Kyuubi had done the deed once, but she forced herself on him, and he couldn't do anything, but to come home and see Rangiku willingly doing that was something else entirely. Anko responded with-
"-did ya kill the bastard that-"
"-it was a woman, and I left without them saying a word."
"Oh." Her eyes widened to dinner plates. Damn, that was bad, getting cheated on by a guy was one thing, but a woman? That was just adding insult to injury. Anko felt sorry for him, and without thought, placed an arm around him. He froze up from her touch, but eventually, he relaxed into it. He didn't cry, he didn't weep, he was silent, ungiving in what happened. His tears did not make a sound as they ran down his cheeks. Anko held him, in that bar, for a long while, and eventually, they left, taking him to her apartment across town.
When they got inside, she directed him to the couch, almost forcing him into her lap as she comforted him. All of that night, they stayed like that, Naruto falling asleep on her thighs. Anko dare not remove him, or shift, knowing he was going through something a young lad like him-as good intentioned as he was-was experiencing. She couldn't say for sure or not, but she almost heard him sigh when she placed a hand on his back, just before sleep took her too.
A/N
Hey guys, sorry for the sap at the end, but, this helps the harem, believe it or not, because now Naruto will have the opportunity to meet more than just the three already introduced. Have faith and please do not underestimate the lad, even badass people feel sorrow, for instance about Zabuza, he cried when Haku died, and he killed all his-about a hundred trained-classmates, just to prove he was the best.
Naruto's coolness will continue next chapter, his tears will begone, and a certain trip will ensue to meet another woman for him to meet. The harem will continue, and be brought together, don't fret!
Also, since I've left you all with such sap, I've decided to leave a little bit of what Aizen is doing after these author notes. Its only meant to be funny and to alleviate you from all the sap you experienced.
So, here is what the man-wishing to be a god-is doing, from Ulquirra's perspective.
Ulquirra Cifer had been summoned to Aizen's throne room, by the very man himself. He had been late getting there, having been in the dunes of the white sanded world of Hueco Mundo, but he spammed sonido and sped here as fast as he possibly could. Supposedly, he could finally show his second resureccion to the man he saw as sama. He had been waiting for that for a long time.
He opened the large door to the room itself, stepping inside with that stoic blankness to his emerald scarlet gaze.
He was, however, a bit surprised to find the man asleep, the hokyoko on a small table by his side. He heard the man mutter, but could not here it at first, so he stepped closer. It was then, that confusion drew up across the normally blank and expressionless Ulquirra, as Aizen spoke through his waiting induced slumber.
"First. . .immortality, then, the bitches."
Ulquirra left without a word, deciding that those words must have been the very plan from the beginning, trusting the mans genius.
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