Naruto's Journal
April 30th, 1932
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Managed to get some time to catch my breath and write down what happened. Sakura says it'll help me clear my head and sort out all my feelings and emotions from the last few days. Put it all in perspective.
Me, I think she just wants to know if I've been thinking about her. Or if Sasuke has been thinking about her. Or hell, if Kashi's been thinkin' about her. She's sexually frustrated enough to get hot for teacher, I reckon.
But, i guess I'd better get to the real events weighing on my mind. Before I make her hit me any more than she'll already try.
I had trained all day before, and all night. Though I managed to drag myself to the inn before I passed out. I woke up to a woman's screaming. Tsunami's screaming. Needless to say I was up and running towards the source as quick as I could go.
A pair of thugs with guns had dragged Tsunami out to the pier, and Inari was in front of them. He was yelling at them to let her go. One of them was trying to yank off her top, while the other was laughing and raising his gun at the little boy. Inari though, he didn't even flinch. He just ran for the men holdin' his mother.
I managed to replace him with a log just before he got shot. I wasted no time on their surprise, and beat the shit out of both of 'em. Rapists piss me off, and raping a woman I liked was even worse. I kept punching and kicking them until they bled, and then kicked them into the river. Only then did I turn around to see Tsunami and Inari holding eachother, staring at me. I stared back, feeling awkward. Did they think I was as bad as those guys were?
I didn't need to worry though. Tsunami got up and hugged me, before laying a nice, big kiss on me. Everything got... Warm, and fuzzy, before Inari's disgusted groan shook me out of it. Tsunami stopped, then smiled at me before telling me that if some of Gato's men were here, then others would be attackin' the bridge. I managed to clear my head, told them to alert the townspeople as to what was happening, and I took off for the bridge.
Can't get fuzzy headed over bein' kissed. Even if it was my first from a girl other than Sister Ayame.
Even if it was from a woman who was only wearin' her underwear at the time and-
No. Not thinkin' about it. Not thinkin' about it at all.
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
The fight.