Anyway, as you can see I'm not dead...Itachi didn't kill me, yet. But I am sad because Michael Jackson died. I was one of those people who didn't actually think he could die. Well you can't do much for him now. I mostly pity his children for their loss. I know the pain of losing someone close. Sucks.
Well before I really start rambling or break out into song I should start the chapter. ONWARD!!
OH! btw sorry but I think My beta is having some trouble with her computor so
for the time being the chapters won't be BETAed. Sorry for any spelling and grammer mistakes. I'm really bad a spalin ... *heh* I mean spelling
Flashbacks and thoughts are in italics.
Disclaimer: I won't ever own Naruto.... But if I did, well, use your imagination.
Warning: Yaoi. Cursing. Later Lemons. Filler chapter, but still important. You've been warned.
And he struck another's intrest with his return. Why did it feel like he wasn't around?
A passive red-head entered through the gates of Konohagakure. His jade eyes looked around the familiar landscape.
He continued walking. The large gourd on his back gave away his identity, the arms crossed over his chest was just an added bonus. He sighed inwardly. The letter the Hokage sent with Naruto almost 3 weeks ago had mentioned the return of Uchiha Sasuke. He just had to come and see for himself. He had told his siblings to stay in Suna as he went alone to the leaf. Even if it was very dangerous, Gaara didn't care.
"Kazekage-sama?"
Gaara looked to his left to find Hyuuga Neji. The brunette's hair was tied lowly, his eyes were skeptical. He nodded in recognition to the man.
"What are you doing here?" Neji asked, walking over to the red-head. The bags in his hand hit his leg with each step he took.
"I've come for a visit," Gaara answered in his monotone voice.
Neji nodded in understanding. A loose lock of hair fell from out behind his ear. There was a small awkward silence. "Did you hear about Uzumaki-kun?"
Gaara arched an invisible eyebrow. Naruto?
"He was hospitalized a few days ago." Neji frowned. Gaara stiffened. "His condition worsened the other day."
The red-head didn't do anything in response. Only did his eyes avert to the dirt path.
"Neji-kun!" A girl with her hair in two tight buns called from afar, waving her hands in the air. "Let's go, I need to clean the house!"
The silver-eyed now, jonin turned to give her a response. He lifted his index finger to motion 'in a minute'. He then turned back to the kazekage. "The wife calls," he smile. With a bow he spoke again. "I hope to see you again before you head back."
Gaara smiled inwardly. What a kiss ass. He thought amused. Neji left to his wife, Ten-ten, without another word or glance.
The red-head stood still for a while. The wind blew his hair to hide the love kanji slightly. Even though he wanted to go see the beloved kitsune in the hospital, it was best to annouce his presense to the Hokage first. What happened Naruto?
The bleeding beep sound constantly coming from the heart monitor was becoming more deafening by the minute.
He was so exhausted, but the frightening thought of Naruto's breathing stopping kept him wide awak.
Iruka's eyes followed the gentle up and down motion of the unmoving blonde. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... The brunette said to himslef, finding himself breathing at the same slow and easy pace.
His eyes began to flutter shut, even if he tried to resist. Finally, his thin line of lashes rested against his tan cheeks.
He watched Naruto slurp down his 5th bowl of miso ramen, with a smile.
The blonde was turning sixteen that day. It was just the other day that the kitsune was starting the academy and Iruka became his teacher. But, now he was a man, tall and mature. Well as mature as Naruto could possibly get.
So in celebration of the coming of age, the man decided to offer Naruto dinner. He should have learned long ago to bring alot of money, this was Naruto he was buying for.
"Ne, Iruka-sensei?" Naruto called after finishing the bowl.
"Hm,?" Iruka giving a reasuring smile, sensing the blonde's discomfort.
"I-I want to thank you," Naruto said looking at his hands in his lap.
"For dinner? This is nothing." Iruka patted the boy on the shoulder.
"No, not that...." Idly, he scratched the back of his head. "For, you know... taking care of me all these years."
Iruka looked at the boy. "Naruto, I chose to take care of you because I saw you as someone who needed a parent," the man said truthfully. "But, you've become like a true son to me."
Naruto lifted his head. He gave a huge grin and his azure eyes were wide eyed and hopefull. "I know you're not my real dad and it might seem weird but, can I call you my dad?"
Iruka's heart warmed. He attacked the kitsune with a hug, almost knocking him off the stool. "That isn't weird. I would love it so much." Naruto hugged back.
"'Ruka-chan?"
"Wake up. Come on, let me take you home."
Iruka opened his eyes and lifted his head from the bedside. Kakashi was gently rubbing his shoulder, nudging him from slumber. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sighed. "What time is it?"
"Five in the evening," Kakashi answered checking his wrist watch. "You should go home, get something to eat, and get some rest."
Iruka shook his head. "I won't leave him."
Kakashi sighed. "And I won't leave you." the silver-haired jonin wrapped his arms around the others small shoulders. "So we're stuck here together."
Iruka blushed. "Thank you." He pressed his thin lips against Kakashi's arm. "I love you."
Kakashi kissed the top of Iruka's head. "I love you too, 'Ruka-chan."
She had been so dazed at work today. Every now and again she would make excuses to go check on Naruto.
She wanted to stay longer but she knew she couldn't handle it. So here Sakura was heading to Ichiraku's. The mid April day was warm but breezey. The skies were orange as the orange as the sun rounded the earth.
The streets were busy with workers going home. The younger kids bowed to her as they ran past, playing tag. It was quiet though. Like Sakura had sounded out the voices and noices.
Finally ariving at the ramen stand she saw only a few of the other nine of her group of friends. Neji, Ten-ten and chouji had not been there. Which was surprising about Chouji, sinse it was free food.
"Yosh! It's the most beautiful girl in this world!" Lee came up to her from the table and embraced her.
"Can't ...breathe," Sakura panted. Lee let her go and everyone sat in their regular spots. They would do this once every week when they could. It was a tradition they started five years ago.
Automatically, Sakura's emerald eyes darted to the empty spot on her left. The only other time Naruto had missed their weekly ramen dinner was when he was on a mission. The girl's eyebrows furrowed. Hopefully, the kitsune would be around for the next week.
"Kazekage-sama, this is a surprise." Tsunade had both eyebrows arched in surprise. "What brings you all this way?"
Gaara was sitting in the arm chair to the far end of the room. He had gotten there an hour ago to find the office empty. Apparently, Tsunade just arrived to find him there.
"With the news of Uchiha Sasuke's return, I thought I would come to check on Naruto, knowing that this was a big deal to him," Gaara said. His passive face gave a glance of sadness. "But, I arrived to find out that he's not well." That had to be the most he said in months.
Tsunade sat at her desk, lacing her fingers together. "Yes... He's been in a coma for two days." She sighed. "The kyuubi had made a serious chakra blockade. We had him stay in the hospital to see if it regulated. He was doing well, until we performed one last test, where he used his chakra. Something made his body shut off and he collasped in to a coma."
Tsunade's explaination sounded reasonable and understanding. "You can go see him if you like," she added.
Gaara stood and walked to the door. "I will, thank you."
That was an even bigger filler chapter than the last one *sweat drop*. It's important though. This leads to some Gaara stuff in this story.
I'm gonna try updating soon. We'll see how that goes.
Itachi: So who is this Michael Jackson guy? Some real world celebrity?
Nati: More than a celebrity. More like an American Icon. An inspriation to dance and music. Here I can show you a picture. *pulls out random pictures of MJ*
Itachi: His face changes many times... *looks at all the pictures carefully* He reminds me of Orochimaru.
Nati: Yeah well let's not get into the accusations of little boy rape, ne? ... *broods* Michael Jackson did not rape little boys! Oh come on if you believe he did then
you have no sense of phycosexuality knowledge. Sure he let little boys sleep in his bed But thats because he still lived in a little boy's mind too!
And He was a great father to his children! *getting riled up* You know what? I don't care how much plastic in his face, he still had that *thinks of the french word but can't remember* ...that thing
that would make me go "oh yeah I would do him. Damn I feel like Billy Jean, because I won't stop till I get enough. The way he makes me feel"... I want to look at the man in the mirror and see that it doesn't matter if he's black or white! -
Itachi: *watches Natsuki go crazy* Why is she so worked up about this? What a weird baka.
Natsuki: *still going at it* I think Dirty Diana is pure sex in song form. His vocals make me wonder if he says chum-on and yeehee while screwing.
And guess what? I like his monkey too! What now! -
Itachi: Well then As Natsuki-chan goes through her tyrant of this poor soul that has passed away, I'll ask you all to review.
Please review. Natsuki has recently noticed that her reveiws haven't reached one hundred and there are already 15 chapters.
*glares* and I know that there are 32 favorites and 53 alerts on this story. *gets kunai ready*
Natsuki: Bye everyone!! See you next time! *Itachi gives her a look*
Love Natsuki Lee