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"Hmm…"- Memory/Flashback

Chapter 1:
Opening Act

Rain.

It continued to pour endlessly for hours now. The sky was pitch black because of the rain clouds present, making the atmosphere extremely gloomy at the moment. Not that it wasn't appropriate. After everything that had taken place a few hours prior, after all the sacrifices, the current atmosphere suited the situation.

Or that was what Naruto thought at least as he leaned against the doorway of the house that he along with the others that had made it were currently staying in. The house wasn't anything fancy. It was made out of wood with it only having one floor and three rooms, each only having one simple bed. But it was enough. The house was located in the land of where the dragons lived. Said summonings had built it themselves under short notice, so it was no surprise that it was simple.

The reason for their current stay in the land of the dragons and not the Elemental Nation was for one simple reason: the shinobi world was now hell on earth. Things were out of control. Which came as of no surprise. After the collapse of Konoha as well as Kumo, two great nations were left powerless. But with both Iwa and Suna without a Kage, they weren't in any position do a thing. Not to mention that the daimyos from each land didn't want to start a war in any circumstances. But that didn't apply to the other smaller nations.

Naruto knew that it wouldn't take long for them to try something. And he would be there to stop it. Of course, he was pretty sure that he could handle anything that came his way as of right now. But fact of the matter was that he was exhausted. He had been so focus on accomplishing his goal that he almost never truly slept except for a few rare occasions. Not to mention the others that were with him. They were no doubt hoping to get some rest if only for a day at least. And Naruto couldn't blame them.

Wearing nothing but black anbu pants, Naruto shivered slightly as he felt the cold air from the current storm hit his bare chest. But he didn't want to go back to bed. Not yet. With all of the commotion, he hadn't had had the time to properly say goodbye to the others. They were all happy now. And he wasn't about to take that away from them.

Well, except for the jinchuriki that was…..

'I wonder…..will your sacrifice be in vain?'

Now that would be a sad thought. The jinchuriki had all given away their chance for having a peaceful afterlife in order for Naruto to finally get rid of the Juubi once and for all. So that the beast would never once again become free. But there was another monster still present: humans themselves.

But in all honesty, Naruto had no motivation to lead them again like he had done so in the past. He was losing faith in them, much like Obito had done.

Naruto chuckled humorlessly as he closed his eyes. 'Well Madara, it looks as if all of your planning might have been for nothing….'

And that lead to the final question: what was he suppose to do now? His goal was complete. And much like how he had said so before, he had never put much thought in what he would do afterwards. But now the time for deciding was here.

"So this is where you were."

Naruto turned his head back to see Kushina standing a few feet behind him. She was currently wearing a simple long white shirt that reached her well below her knees. But Naruto already knew that she was wearing panties underneath. As for a bra…let's move on.

Naruto sent her a fake smile. "Having trouble sleeping?"

Kushina sighed as she walked towards him, already knowing the smile to be fake. Once she was close enough, she grabbed a hold of his arm, leaning against his chest.

"That should be my line, idiot. You're the one that's been up for who knows how long."

Naruto closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, you're right." There was no point in lying. "I'm just starting to have doubts is all…."

"About?"

Naruto hesitated for a moment before he answered, "About the others. For what they gave their lives for. Was it really worth it?"

Kushina was silent for a few moments. Of course she knew that he was talking more about the jinchuriki than the others because, well….the others had died because they had wanted it that way. Even if they didn't realize that that was how they truly felt until the end. But the jinchuriki….they were different. They hadn't wanted to die. No matter what they had said. They only did what they did because they thought that something better would be born as a result. But seeing how things currently were, it was looking as if the opposite was going to happen.

"You know, great things take time to happen. You can't expect for everything to go to being perfect in a few hours."

Naruto sighed at hearing that. Of course, he knew that. It was obvious. Specially with the delicacy of the situation. Hell, Naruto wasn't even sure why he was even troubled by this. Peace….it was something that he had never bothered to put much thought into. So why was he even worrying about it now?

And then it came to him: Fu. Because of what she did, because of the way that she had died, because of what she had hoped would happen was why Naruto was troubled. He didn't want for her sacrifice to be meaningless.

But Kushina herself already knew that that was the root of Naruto's problem. She could attest that her son perhaps had even loved the mint haired girl. And she felt great sorrow to know of how things had ended between them. And perhaps for nothing in the end.

"If you really want for their sacrifice to mean something, then use that power that you obtained because of them. Put it to good use. Change the world. Just like you did in the past."

But that was the thing. Naruto didn't want to do that. He had had enough with everything. He had no motivation in trying to do what Kushina was suggesting. And the thing was that Naruto himself wasn't entirely sure yet why it was that he felt this way. He was confused and lost. It was the first time in three years that he had felt this way.

Kushina could sense all of this. All of the troubles that Naruto currently burdened. And she realized that because of this, Naruto was in no mental shape for trying to do something as big as that of which she was suggesting.

Pulling away from his hug, Kushina took his hand with hers, leading him away from the doorway and to the room that she shared with him, something that Anko had pouted about a few hours earlier.

"We shouldn't really think about something like this. Not now. We should just rest. We'll have plenty of time later."

Naruto didn't respond, letting the redhead in front of him guide him towards their room.

But sleep never came that night for Naruto. And for many more nights in the future.

Opening his eyes, Naruto found himself in his king sized bed in his house that he owned by the beach. He had chosen to live here quite a while ago, enjoying the fact that he wasn't too close to the city. He liked the quietness that this scenery brought him at night.

Feeling weight on his chest, Naruto looked down to see Kushina sleeping on his upper chest, her head resting on it as well as one of her hands and with their legs intertwined. And she was completely naked just like he was. But the white covers hid her lower body perfectly. Not that it would have mattered if they weren't. No one would see her even if she was completely exposed. Not here.

Naruto sighed silently as he rested back on his pillow, thinking of the dream that he had just experienced. Well, it wasn't really a dream because it had happened. More like a memory really. But why was he thinking of this now? Because the old man had appeared again?

'Really….just what are you?'

Naruto wanted to find that out as soon as possible. It was troubling him more than he had expected. But he would have his chance. Tomorrow, once both Anko and Fuka had arrived, they would set out to Saudi Arabia to find the man and stop whatever it was that he was doing there.

Of course, Anko had left a shadow clone back in the headquarters of the CIA who she could contact at anytime for anything that they would need. Not to mention the fact that many agents were already undercover inside the country for….other reasons. But Anko would make the best use of them in order to help them with this. Anko running an agency such as the CIA did come with great advantages at times, especially ones like this.

But he really shouldn't be dwelling on this. He needed his rest. Naruto had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be extremely hectic.

Closing his eyes, Naruto tried to go back into the soothing darkness that was sleep where his conscious couldn't trouble him. At most times at least.

But much like in the past, sleep never came.

"You know, I really like this whole secrecy thing that you got going on here."

The man, who had taken jacket off at the moment and sat on one of the chairs in their five star hotel room, turned his gaze away from one of the windows to his right to look at Violet who was sitting on one of the two beds that were present.

Instead of the outfit that she was wearing earlier in the day, she now wore a simple purple loose t-shirt with a skull on it and purple pajama pants.

Violet sent him a small grin. "I mean, why bother with all of the secrecy? That's what I had thought at first. Especially with your power. But now I'm starting to enjoy it. And I think that you do too."

"How so?"

Violet shrugged. "I really don't know. It's just a hunch, I guess. I mean, why else would you be doing things this way?"

The man was silent for a few moments before he responded, "Maybe because doing things this way are much more better than doing them in the open. History is full of lies. You should know this. It's always those that take to the shadows that really write history. Their own version of it. And you want to know how they do it? Because they always come out as the victors in the end."

"History is written by the victors, eh…." muttered Violet.

The man nodded. "That's right. Now get some rest. We have an important job to do tomorrow."

"Why!?" sulked Violet as she looked to her right to where a clock stood in the nightstand between the two beds. "It's only six thirty!"

"Just do it."

The man stood up from his chair, grabbed his jacket that was laying behind his chair, and walked towards the door of the hotel room.

Violet looked at him with a curious look. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

Opening the door, he walked out of the room and closed it behind him.

Violet looked at the closed door for a moment longer before she turned her gaze towards the window where the man had been looking a few moments prior, the bright city lights still shining from whatever buildings had power.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow. After all, tomorrow was the day when everything would commence. When the world would take its first step in changing. Where she would take her first step in fulfilling her role.

And she was sure that Naruto wouldn't miss it either.

In Naruto's office the next morning, two females currently stood facing each other in front of Naruto's desk.

One was wearing black short shorts, a purple tank top with a black leather jacket over it, and black high heel boots. She had purple-ish hair that was currently tied in a fanned ponytail. This was Mitarashi Anko, the head of the CIA. Well, to most people she was a guy, not a woman. But that was how she had stayed head of the CIA for so long with no one knowing about it. A combination of both genjutsu and the transformation jutsu. And since no one in this time period knew what chakra was, it worked beautifully. Once the term of one of the leaders ended, Anko made sure that one of her other aliases got the job by trapping the committee that selected the new head of the CIA with genjutsu. And everyone was none the wiser. Of course, she herself had just recently enlisted herself into the agency, becoming one of its agents.

The other was an attractive and glamorous looking redhead. She was wearing tight black jeans, a crimson top that resembled that of which she had worn in her days in the shinobi world as a kunoichi, and black high heel boots much like Anko wore. This woman was Uzumaki Fuka, renown model all throughout the world. Of course, she had just started professional modeling a few years back. Before, she had simply been a designer that had also been known all throughout the world before she 'died.' In the past where no cameras and the such existed, Fuka had also taken to being a model in many different countries. And thanks to her face never being recorded, she had managed to fake her death multiple times and start all over again with a different name years after people had forgotten about the person that she had been. After this, though, she wasn't sure what she was going to try next.

The two women had a stare off for a few moments longer before they broke down in laughter.

Holding her gut, Anko looked at the laughing Fuka. "Man, it really is good to see you again. How long has it been, anyways?"

Bringing her laughter under control, Fuka shrugged slightly. "I don't know to be honest. I lost track of time really. But it seems that you haven't aged a day, Anko."

Anko smirked at her. "I could say the same to you, miss supermodel. It really is good to be out of that office though and be myself again. Acting like a man with a stick up his ass is really hard to keep up. The only relief that I have now is that I'm an agent too so I can get away from that desk job much more."

Fuka raised an eyebrow. "It is your choice though. I mean, you can quit at anytime."

Anko waved one of her hands, dismissing the idea. "Nah. I would miss ordering people around too much as well as torturing them."

Fuka sweatdropped. "I see…."

"Well, it seems that you two have gotten reacquainted with each other."

Turning their heads to look at the entrance of the office, both Anko and Fuka saw Naruto and Kushina walking towards them, the former closing the door behind him.

Unlike before, Kushina had chosen to wear a different outfit today. It consisted of black shorts that resembled the one that she wore in the past, a tight red v-neck slim long sleeve t-shirt with the necklace of Hashirama hanging down her neck, and black boots except with no high heels unlike the rest.

Naruto for his part was wearing black combat pants, a skin tight shirt with long sleeves with the said shirt having a knife holster on the right side of his stomach. He also wore black combat boots.

Seeing Naruto's attire, Anko couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Preparing for battle, are you, gaki?"

Naruto simply nodded as he stopped in front of them, Kushina on his left. "Yeah. But I'm sure that you were already expecting this, Anko."

And she was. But she didn't think that he would be this pumped about it. Maybe pumped wasn't the right word….perhaps it was cautious?

Naruto then grinned as he looked at them both, giving them a once over. "It really is good to see you two though. How long has it been?"

Fuka smirked at the question. "We were just asking that ourselves. But we forgot."

Kushina chuckled. "Yeah. Time just becomes irrelevant after a while, doesn't it?"

The others didn't respond. Not that they had to. They all agreed on that one hundred percent.

Fuka then spoke up, "I've already taken the liberty of arranging our transportation to the capital. We'll go in one of my private jets, meaning that we'll get there in about three or four hours at the earliest."

Anko whistled. "So you got private jets too? Damn…...not bad. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go with you since agents present in Saudi Arabia have already been alerted that I'm arriving today. I'll contact you once I get something, though."

The others had already expected this.

Naruto was immediately on the move, heading towards the door. "Then let's go. We have to put an end to this."

Kushina frowned as she and the rest followed behind him. Naruto seemed a little too eager for her tastes. But then again, this was the being that had basically changed his entire life in the past. He no doubt wanted to know why that was for.

But something within her told her that things would become a lot more complicated. And she did not like the sound of that. Not in the slightest.

Violet took a deep breath in as maids all around her made the final touches to her outfit that the king had requested for her to wear today. It consisted of an elaborate long purple dress with no sleeves and high gold heels. Her hair was currently hanging loose, reaching down towards her bottom. She also had a pure gold bracelet which had been a gift from the king in one of her previous visits.

That being said, this was not her first time dining with the king. But it was the first party. She had been doing so for a couple of weeks now. And the reason for this being that she needed to get close to him so that she could put their plan into action. Well, it was mostly her associate's plan. She was just going along with it.

The plan was simple: they needed to start another war. A bigger one than the ones that had already taken place. One that would leave a scar that could never heal. Mainly, a nuclear war. And this region was the most unstable in the world with it also possessing nuclear weapons. All that was needed was a small push in order to ignite the bang. And Violet was that push.

No doubt that after this, every major power would be on the alert, looking for who to blame for this. And they already had the perfect scapegoat: America. No one would doubt it once they found the body of one of their agents inside the palace.

"All done, miss."

Violet glanced at the apparent head maid of the palace who had spoken with a heavy arabic accent.

Instead of responding, Violet simply nodded. It was showtime.

Fuka looked at the scenery laid out in front of her from the balcony that she currently stood on, mainly the city of Riyadh at night with the lights shining from whatever building had them. One of those was the hotel that she was currently staying in with the others.

Both Naruto and Kushina were unpacking whatever was necessary for tonight. Mainly the banquet/party that Kushina had just been invited to once they had arrived at the airport. They didn't even take two steps out of the jet before a messenger had literally appeared out of nowhere. Of course, they were all going save for Anko who was currently hitting whatever contacts that she had in the city after she had arrived in a regular flight.

The world was quite aware of who Kushina was, mainly as the wife of the CEO of Uzumaki Inc. This was the first time in history since Naruto created the company that Kushina had revealed herself. In the past, she had worked at other jobs all throughout the world: a doctor, a saleswoman, and the sort. All random jobs. Hell, she had even been the owner of a famous club at one point. But after somehow convincing Naruto which Fuka suspected that she had accomplished by having sex with him in his office, she showed herself to the world as Naruto's wife and representative since Naruto never came out in public.

And thus, when the king of this country had learned that she was currently in the city with associates, he had quickly sent out an invitation to her to come to the banquet/party that he was hosting tonight. Uzumaki Inc. was known all throughout the world, after all.

And so, this was their plans for tonight. It wasn't as if they had any other leads as to where the mysterious old man was at the moment either. Not until Anko contacted them, that was. It would have been disrespectful for Kushina to have had turned down the invitation as well. And she needed to keep up appearances. That was one aspect of Kushina's personality that had changed over the years as well as one other thing…..

"You should start getting ready as well, Fuka."

Turning her head around, Fuka saw Kushina standing by the doorway of the balcony.

Fuka simply nodded and walked back inside the hotel room which only contained two beds.

It was time to get ready.

Anko calmly walked into one of the small bars that was present all throughout this street in the suburb area of the city. Of course, the bar sold non-alcoholic beverages just like all others because of the law that was present in the country. So it really couldn't be called a bar. But that was what the natives called it, so she merely went with the flow.

Having discarded her leather jacket for the day and now night, she drew the eyes of the many men present inside the bar despite them being holy men. Well, even with the jacket on, she was sure that she would have had probably had the same effect on them. It wasn't her bragging. It was just the simple fact of the matter.

Walking to one of the tables in the back, Anko sat down on one of the chairs, facing a man that was sitting on the opposite side. He had the traditional arabian robe except that he didn't look like he was arabic. He had bright blond hair and blue eyes with a face that made him look like a male model.

Anko looked at him in silence for a few moments before beginning the conversation, "Nice to see you again, Cole."

The now named Cole smirked. "The same to you, Anko. I must say, I'm quite surprised the chief sent you here to back me up. I thought that I was doing quite well just by myself."

Anko snorted in her mind. Of course he was. That was just simply an excuse that she had used herself in order to come here without any suspicions. She was, after all, an agent to the others.

Anko waved one of her hands slightly in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. I just asked him myself if I could come since things are pretty much hectic right now ever since that new development a could of days ago."

Cole raised an eyebrow. "What? Did you miss me that much?"

This time, Anko did snort out loud. "Not in your dreams."

Cole chuckled slightly before he turned serious. "You do realize how terribly dangerous it is for you to be here, right? Hell, the whole fact that we're even meeting here right now is extremely dangerous. It's taken me years to place myself in a good position with the locals. I would rather not lose that."

Anko shook her head. "Don't worry about that. They already know that you're not Arabic but American. What's the harm in saying that you were meeting with an old pal of yours? After all, it's not a lie."

Cole sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right….."

Anko then leaned in. "Onto more serious matters though. Have you found the location of where the target that you were instructed to find is? That' the whole reason I'm even here right now."

"No," Cole answered immediately. "The dude vanished into thin air! After Drake managed to get a picture of him in the market a couple of days ago, the old man hasn't appeared ever since! It's really creepy…."

Drake was one of the other agents that the CIA had posted in the area that worked independently from Cole save for a few times in the past. Basically put, he was one of Anko's shadow clones that she had placed all throughout the agency. Because part of the Juubi's power had gone into her, Anko's chakra reserves had increased drastically. It wasn't anywhere near Naruto's reserves or even Kushina's, but it was a lot bigger than before. Because of this, she could now keep the shadow clones for as long as she had until they became useless.

Cole then shook his head. "Honestly, though, I don't know what's so special about this old man. I mean, besides vanishing off the face of the earth and the way that he was dressed, he doesn't look like as if he's a terrorist or anything. So why are we even looking for him?"

Anko smirked. "That's for me and the higher ups to know and for you to not find out."

Cole had a mocking hurt look on his face. "That's cold, Anko. C'mon, you can tell me."

Before Anko could respond, she felt another person walking towards them. Since their table was the furthest back in the bar, the person no doubt had a reason for walking here.

Cole looked at the man who was wearing a brown leather jacket and was standing in front of their table. It did get colder in the night, so he could understand why the man was wearing the jacket. But why was he here?

"Can I help you?" Cole asked.

The man was silent before he responded with, "Not one agent but two. I guess that this is my lucky day."

It was at this moment that both Anko and Cole realized that they were in trouble. But it was a moment too late.

Both of their worlds went blank.

Naruto walked into the courtyard of the royal palace after Kushina had handed her invitation in to the guards at the entrance. Said redhead was currently walking beside him on his left, her arm entwined with his. Fuka was walking a few feet off the side on Naruto's right. Appearances needed to be kept, after all. Kushina was wearing a long crimson colored dress with red colored heels. Her hair was currently in a bun, with Hashirama's necklace still hanging around her neck. Fuka for her part was dressed in sea blue colored dress with high heels in the same color. Her hair was also in a bun like Kushina's.

As far as the people in the party would be concerned, Naruto was simply a good close friend to Kushina. Not that it mattered to him. He himself didn't want to be here right now. He would have had very much rather gone with Anko. But that would have raised many other problems for the purple haired woman. He didn't very much care about appearances either. But apparently Kushina now did.

So here he was now, in a party that would be pretty much a waste of time in his opinion. Time that could be much better used, even if he had plenty to spare.

Inside the palace where the party was currently taking place, Violet tried to keep an interested and pleasant face as the king standing next to her talked to a group of his guests, speaking in Arabic. They were currently in the center of the enormous room with many servants walking about, serving food and beverages to the many guests.

It looked like none of the other wives that the king had were currently here either. That just made things easier in Violet's opinion. But she kept stealing glances towards the entrance, already knowing that the person that she truly wanted to see was already here in the country and would come to this party tonight. She had seen it, after all.

And she didn't have to wait long either.

Violet's breath hitched as she saw the person that she had waited all along to meet for months now: Uzumaki Naruto. He was currently wearing a black colored suit with a navy shirt underneath the black jacket and black dress shoes.

Violet tried to control her facial features, but a sudden twinkle appeared in her gold tinted eyes. 'So, I finally see you in reality for the first time, Uzumaki Naruto…..'

But of course, she had a job to do first. She would get her chance to talk to him at a later date.

Noticing a familiar figure entering behind Naruto and the other two, Violet knew that it was time to initiate the plan.

Leaning towards the king, Violet whispered into his ear, already knowing what she was going to do.

Naruto sighed silently as he looked around. This was going to suck. Even after all these years, he was still not a fan of fancy parties. It was one of the reasons why he preferred to remain in the shadows.

Sensing this, Kushina leaned against him in order to whisper into his ear. "I know that you don't like these parties, but just bear with it for tonight. It will do you some good to relax, you know."

Naruto frowned. Relax? That was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

Fuka waved at them as she made towards a small bar on the other side of the room that had no alcoholic beverages either. "If you don't mind me, I'm going to get something to drink while ignoring getting hit on by some of the men in this party."

Kushina waved right back. "Have fun." She then turned to look at Naruto. "And you. Let's go."

Naruto prayed for something to take him out of this misery. And his prayer was answered in an instant as he caught sight of the form of the being that he had last seen thousand of years ago right towards the back of the room in front of one of the many doors.

Kushina immediately felt Naruto tense up. Looking where his eyes were gazing at, her eyes widened as she immediately understood why Naruto tensed up.

The now old man dressed in the very same white cloak looked at them both straight in the face before he walked into the room where he had been standing in front of.

Naruto was immediately on the move, almost running towards where the old man had disappeared into.

Kushina gritted her teeth before she followed behind Naruto. There was no time to get Fuka. Not to mention the fact that Naruto seemed like he wasn't thinking straight at the moment.

Naruto walked into the room, finding the old man dressed in the white cloak standing by the window. The room itself looked like some sort of library as well. But Naruto wasn't worried about that in the slightest. No, all that he cared about was currently standing right in front of him.

"So we meet again."

Naruto frowned as he heard the voice. It sounded different from last time. Then it again, maybe his memory was wrong. It had been several thousand of years since then.

Kushina then appeared behind Naruto, looking at the old man warily.

Naruto immediately asked the question that had been bugging him the most. "Who are you?"

The man turned away from the window that stood on the right of the room's entrance.

"I suppose that that would be your first question since it seems that you no longer believe me to be the being that you had thought that I was."

Naruto narrowed his eyes, his rinnegan activating instantly. It had been years since he had last used it. His control over it would no doubt be rusty, but he didn't care.

The man grinned slightly at seeing this. "Ah, if it isn't my very own creation. I must say that you have made excellent use of it." The grin then disappeared, only for it to be replace by a frown. "But it seems that you have now lost your way, Uzumaki Naruto. You no longer possess that will that drove you forward in the past. The same will that you used in order to change the human race. The same will that you used to destroy your very own creation. You are now nothing more than a shell of your former self. Even more so than the Juubi ever was."

Naruto gritted his teeth in anger. "You know nothing about me…."

The man shook his head. "And that is where you are wrong. I know everything about you. You possess a power that could change the human race! But instead of using it, you merely waste it by doing absolutely nothing. Don't you see how the current world is? That it needs to be changed? It seems that the sacrifices that your comrades made were for nothing in the end."

Naruto was about to snap before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking to his left, he saw a calm Kushina looking at the man.

"Just what are you after?" she asked.

The man sighed as he looked towards the direction of the window. "You'll know soon enough. But I'm not here to fight you. Not now, at least. That honor belongs to someone else. My new creation that surpasses the failure that you are, Naruto."

Before either Naruto or Kushina could respond, the man vanished. But not in a flash or anything fancy like that. He simply disappeared.

Naruto's hands turned into fists. So, in the end, he truly was just a tool for someone else. Well, he should have suspected that much.

Kushina looked at him with a sigh. She could see that he was frustrated. Not that she could blame him either.

But before she could say anything, a piercing scream was heard all throughout the palace.

A few moments earlier:

Violet looked at her handiwork with a blank look. There, in the huge bed inside of the king's room, the king himself laid motionlessly with a knife stuck straight through his heart which she herself had driven in.

Two men dressed as guards quickly walked into the room, both carrying a body on their shoulders which they quickly threw at the floor in front of them. And the bodies belonged to both Anko and Cole, both now dead by a stab to their heart, much like with the king.

Violet looked at the guards that were part of the same organization that she was in that the man had created. "You two know what to do, right?"

Both men merely nodded.

Violet let out a violent scream.

Fuka was the first to arrive, quickly cutting her way through the crowd that had gathered outside of the king's room. Looking at the sight in front of her, her eyes immediately widened as she saw Anko's still body lying on the floor next to a man's who she did not recognize. Guards from the palace were all inside the room, trying to get the shocked crowd into control. A purple haired girl was currently crying as she explained what had happened to a man that appeared to be the head guard.

Both Naruto and Kushina appeared behind her, trying to see just what exactly had happened.

Naruto's blood ran cold when he saw Anko's body.

'It can't be….'

Kushina could only gasp.

Looking around, Naruto's eyes immediately met the purple haired girl's who sent him a wink as well as blew him a kiss, no one noticing this save for himself.

Naruto immediately knew that she was no ordinary girl.

Well….I'm back. I really have nothing to say except that I'll try to update as much as possible of this story before I leave.

But in the event that I can't update again, then this will be it for now. Once again, it would be extremely helpful if you sent me your feedback. That is all.

So…..see you whenever.