AN: Sorry for the long wait for this and Oblige. [the latter of which was updated a week ago], took me into other mostly non-Naruto directions, and I am but a slave to her very kinky will. In return there's a mass update over the course of this evening!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, what a surprise!
It's surprising how fast time moves by.
Before I knew it it was 4 years since Kaname-jiji died of a heart attack, 3 years since we needed help in the household, and 2.5 years since I took a page out of the good old necronomicon and summoned Nana to do exactly that.
Overkill, one might ask?
Nana, who was not very amused at being summoned by a pipsqueak, very much thought so, even after she found out I remembered a past life lived as her most likely beloved charge.
Well, I like to think she was somewhat fond of me, but then again, that could just be my hopes speaking. She WAS an Eldritch Being, who had probably loved the chaos I brought to the world more than she ever loved me for me.
Not that I cared.
Love was love, and my first life had distorted me in such a way that I craved for it.
Nana managed to get herself a background to be checked, and while I was not entirely sure how she managed to do so, I could speculate. The most 'logical' reason was that she did not neccessarily have to follow logic.
Makes sense, doesn't it?
This year was also the first time I ever met Naruto. Sure I'd seen him around, but it was always at those unfortunate moments either he or I really, really needed to be elsewhere.
I admit I didn't care about him as much as I probably should have, but in my defense, it's not like I had much opportunity. The kid was surprisingly good at fading into the background whenever he wasn't calling for attention in what were most likely the most obnoxious ways possible.
Have I mentioned how much I hate brats, even if they remember me of myself?
That's neither here nor there though. Because in the here and NOW I was staring at a cringing Naruto, who had, less than a second ago spilled orange paint over me, while trying to set up a prank in the academy.
Well okay, maybe the fact that I hate brats is of some importance right now, but the rest isn't, I swear!
I crossed my arms, a tickmark forming,
"You do realize this begets punishment, don't you?", I said, an evil grin forming on my face.
He gulped comically and tried to bolt.
"No way", I added in a singsong voice.
Naruto may have been an escape artist in the making, but he's not THAT good yet, being only a year into the academy.
With that said, I trapped him in a hybrid illusion.
That is to say, one created by both magic and chakra and focused on taste.
It was petty of me, but all ramen he'd eat he would experience as tasting like ash for three days.