The Guardian's Kitsune
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Super Naruto
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NarutoxHarem
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''Normal Speech''
Inner Thoughts, Dialogue, or reading passages from books and scrolls
(Quick Notes and Messages or Echoes…Songs you go to Youtube and play. )
(Dark over lapping echoes)
''Boss Summons, Demons, Dark beings speaking, Demonic/Angry characters Speaking as well as extremely Dark spells and Magic.''
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Story Start
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In the City of Meridian Cedric trembles as he reports to the Court of Phobos. ''I beg for your forgiveness, indulgent court of the whisperers! Once again I was beaten by the power of the five guardians of the portals! 'Even an attempt to force the guardians to exchange for the life of one of their earthling friends ended in failure as the guardians were able to enter Meridian and free him. Our people have seen the Earthly beings! A group of traitors is now looking for a passage in the wall!''
''They want the Promise Land! Who are we to deny them of it?''
''Prince Phobos!''
''Yes! I don't use the whisperers when I am speaking with honored officials! Do the inhabitants of Meridian really want to reach Earth? Then it is up to you to help them!''
''What? Why?'' Cedric questioned only to be shocked by some of the humanoid planets Phobos crafted.
''Do you not trust that I have a plan?''
Cedric screamed out in pain as he was shocked. ''N-No! Please forgive me, Prince!''
''Use a spy. He must convince the fugitives that the Guardians are hostile and dangerous. It is up to you to open the portal for the fugitives, weakening the power of the Guardians.''
''I'll do it!''
''Good! Let's create a split in the Veil, and let's make it impossible to fix!'
On earth at the Sheffield Institute one Taranee cook was trying to take pictures of a hat for a biology assignment. The only problem was that she didn't like bugs. In fact they discussed her. To her relief she caught sight of a butterfly.
''Stop just a minute, beautiful butterfly. Stop! Stop a little, don't move your little wings...a girl who used to be my friend, but is now this otherworldly princess of darkness. Or maybe,'' Taranne thought with a rueful laugh, ''I simply have to save the world. ''
It could ave been any of the above. Not too long ago, Taranee had been transformed from an ordinary girl; your average shutterbug and shy new student as Sheffield Institute...into a Guardian of the Veil.
This Veil was not bridal nor made of lace. This Veil covered an entire world! It was a cosmic barrier that separated Earth from Metamoor, an unknown, primitive land populated by Reptilian creatures. Many of the creatures looked like massive lizards, albeit ones who dressed in suede tunics. Others were blue giants with craggy, rock like horns upon their heads. Still others had red eyes, dreadlocks, and stolid bodies clad in rhinoesque armor.
Many of those creatures were kind and caring as any human. They cooked meals, raised their kids, and built thatched-roof homes, like any other old-fashioned townspeople. The only difference between them and the residents of Heatherfied...the hip, seaside city where Taranee lived, was in their form of government...no dictatorship.
A cloud of oppression kept Metamoor in gloomy shadows. The person responsible for that state of affairs was a brutal prince named Phobos. A young man so vain only a select few were allowed to gaze upon his face.
With nobody to rein his evil self in, Phobos used Metamoor for his own pleasure. He hoarded all the planet's resources to create an Eden for himself. Leaving his people to toil in hardscrabble villages. He stole not only their sunshine but their hope.
And was that enough? No...Phobos and his minions also wanted a piece of earth.
Taranee shifted her position on the grass. ''If I thought Metamoor was hard to conceive of, Kandarakar is positively preposterous.'
Kandaraar existed 'in the middle of infinity' Taranee's image of it was filled with clouds, looming temples, and beatific specters in gossamer cloaks. But that was all speculation. Taranee had never been to Kandrakar. It was as fantastic to her as fairyland
The Veil was proof that hope existed. Someone in Kandrakar had created the Veil. And for centuries, it had kept Metamoorians away from Earth, and Vice Versa. Nobody could stop the dawning of the Millennium. When the year 2000 struck, the Veil had weakened. Twelve fissures had opened in the barrier. Eventually, those cracks had become portals, which were sort of cosmic superhighways between Earth and Metamoor.
But for now things have came to a stand still. There hadn't been any more incidents in the past three days, essentially with both Naruto and Kuiinshi doing independent searches of their own for the perpetrators secretly along side the police. Whoever they were Waiting for something.
Taranee's finger was just closing on the shutter when suddenly, the butterfly flitted away in fright! In its place, a big, dirty, red object landed in the grass with a rude 'whomp.'
Through her camera, Taranee now found herself staring at a very floppy, disgusting smelling red high top. It was the kind of decrepit sneaker that could only belong to.. a boy.
Taranee scowled and looked up. First she saw a saggy, dark sock. Then a pair of knobby knees and some baggy, brown shorts. Finally, she found herself gazing at the thin-lipped sneer of... ''Uriah!'' Taranee cried.
'Ugh,' she thought. 'If it's not blue monsters popping out of portals, it's that needle-nosed Uriah.'
Uriah was the king of the Outfielders...the burnouts, junkies, future drug dealers, and brutes that lurked on the fringes of the Sheffield Institutes's social order. They were bullies who found every opportunity to dis the popular kids and the science geeks alike.
Uriah was an outfielder extraordinaire...the equal-opportunity abuser type. He tortured infielders, jocks, small animals...even his own loyal gang members! Taranee had spied on Uriah and seen him leading his gang around like a prison guard. The big brute Laurent, his buzz-cut hair, and pot-bellied Kurt seemed only too happy to be Uriah's yes-man. It was pathetic.
But Nigel, the fourth member of Uriah's gang was an odd one. He didn't sport anything like Uriah's greazy zits or Kurt and Laurent's dopey attitudes.
In her opinion he was fairly attractive and seemed to be academically decent. It was odd he hung out with Uriah and the others, but he hung out with them nonetheless. The whole gang had recently gotten into major trouble.
It had all started when Irma had gone to the Heatherfield Museum. As often happened when Irma hit the town, the gregarious girl ran into someone she knew. But this time it was no friendly acquaintance. It was a lizard from Metamoor! It turned out that the museum was home to a portal.
While the Guardians were busy dealing with the veil's latest fissure, word had gotten out about the strange creature at the museum. Uriah had been as drawn to the rumor as a rat is to cheese. He'd goaded his gang into breaking into the museum in the middle of the night for a little monster hunt.
Naturally, the guys had been snagged by security. They'd been brought to the police station, where they'd face Judge Therese Cook-Taranee's mother!
Judge cook had order the gang to do a year of community service to that very museum among things. She remembered seeing Nigel in telltale orange jumpsuit dusting sculptures and sweeping the floor.
She remembered that he actually crinkled a shy smile at her. Which in itself was a bit awkward since the girl had been burn a small crush on the boy during the beginning of the year. The one feature that constantly seemed to stand out was his brown eyes.
When Uriah shoved his oily face into Taranee's; normally that would have been the moment when Taranee melted into a puddle. Confrontation had never been her bag, What could she say? Battling the forces of evil with immense stories of her own magic had boosted her confidence.
So instead of caving , she merely glared at Uriah and demanded, ''What do you want?''
''Only to tell you that, thanks to your mother, we'll be spending the next year in that stupid museum,'' Uriah snarled. ''Cleaning galleries, dusting artwork, and doing other ridiculous chores.''
While Taranee responded with a scornful smirk, Nigel stepped forward and placed a placating hand on Uriah's arm.
''C'mon, dude,'' he said, haltingly. ''Kids are starting to show up.''
''Shut up, Nigel,'' Uriah spat, without releasing Taranee from his glare. When she glared back, un-intimidated, Uriah reached and cupped her chin in his rough fingers.
Taranee held her breath.
''I only want this little girl to understand who she's dealing with,'' Uriah continued. ''After all, her family has just arrived in town. She might not geyaah!'' When Uriah cried out in pain everyone had jerked.
Holding Uriah's hand in a painful grip was one Uzumaki Naruto.
''Pathetic!"' He spat out as he furthered twisted the arm, causing Uriah to fall to his knees. ''It takes a simpering weakling and his stooges to gang up on one girl? No one told you fools to break into a museum after the dark and you have the gull to target the judge's daughter? If I catch you harassing her again it won't be pretty.'' He said letting go of the arm.
Uriah massaged his wrist and sneered at the newcomer who turned his attention to Taranee. ''Here!'' He said taking out a squirting container of some kind. ''A new kind of sanitizer that's alcohol base. Works on more then just hands so you can kill the greasiness off your chin.''
Being the stubbornest and bullheaded of a thug he was Uriah charged Naruto while his back turn.
With ease Naruto had swayed to the side and tripped Uriah with an outstretch leg causing the hoodlum to fall face first in the ground causing hiss clothes to get grass/dirt stains.
''C'mon on Uriah let's just go!'' Nigel said, ushering the thug.
''Let's go!'' He grumbled to this crew. ''I'll deal with the two of you later. Count on it!"' He threatened as the group shuffled off.
''Thanks...'' Taranee said a bit bashful. She was so used to caving in because of her shy nature; a shy nature which in turn didn't gain her many friends back in Sesamo. She was usually just the nerd or odd girl out. Being both a mixture of African-American and Asian-American descent she stood out.
If she wasn't being stereotyped one way because of her racial background then she was at odd's length with the other students because of her intellect and combined with her nature they came to conclusion that she thought she was better then them.
But things had changed when she moved to Heatherfield and met Naruto and the girls.
She graciously used the sand sanitizer that Naruto offered because she had to fight the nauseating smell Cheetos and beef jerky that Uriah's fingers had left. The smell of the sanitizer was surprisingly sweet like an early morning spring shower from a garden. Hints of passion peach and water melon filled her sense of smell.
''Tara...you okay?'' Naruto softly asked noticing the far look in her eyes.
''Yeah...sorry I was just...'' Her cheeks flushed at the soft look he was giving her. She immediately chastised herself as she realized there was the possibility she was beginning to like Naruto in that way as well. Even despite the situation Taranee couldn't and wouldn't pursue the interest out of respect for Will. Finding herself sputtering she wished for anything to happen to focus the attention elsewhere. Thankfully enough that was when Hay Lin had arrived.
''Hiya Naruto! Wassup, Taranee!''
Taranee's 'rescuer' was none other then the spindly Asian girl with long pigtails and goofy, purple googles perched atop her head.
''Hey there Kaze!'' The blond greeted, his eyes mirroring Hay Lin's dancing with fun.
Meanwhile Taranee had turned away from the duel and watched as the gang stomp away. Nigel was trailing behind them. In fact, he was stopping altogether. Taranee watched him take a deep breath, then brush a shock of glossy hair out of his eyes as he turned to peek backward.
He was looking for Taranee!
Once again, she caught the boy's shy gaze.
With her heart in her throat, Taranee wondered what to do. She knew what the 'old' Taranee would have done. She'd have ducked behind the safety of the camera. Or quickly darted beneath a tree to stick her nose in a book. She would have flown away just like one of the skittish insects darting around the lawn.
But now, things were different. She had fire in the palm of her hand. And she also had Naruto and Hay Lin
So...she shot him a small grateful smile. One that showed she appreciate his very small attempt to help.
Nigel returned and smile and waved and continued plodding after his crew. Unfortunately there was still one little problem. Taranee didn't have the last picture she needed for her project.
Cornelia Hale folded her slender body in to her seat and pulled out her history book. When she'd opened the book to chapter seven and neatly pressed the pages into place, she looked around the classroom.
It was the usual A.M. scene. Sheffielders were dragging themselves into first-period class like prisoners showing up for assigned duty. Backpacks landed on the floor with dull thuds.
Kids yawned widely. They popped breath mints into their mouths. And then they continued whatever gossip sessions they'd started on Sheffield's front lawn before the bell had rung.
Donny Lipsitz, always the last to arrive in class, took a final swig from his soda as he stumbled into the room. Then he crushed the can and sprawled in his seat.
The only thing missing, Cornelia noticed with raised eyebrows, was Will. Donny Lipsitz had beat Will to class...and that wasn't a good sign.
'Well,' Cornelia thought drily, ' it looks like I'm discovering yet another side of Will...the rebellious and late teenager.'
Ever since she'd met Will, Cornelia had had a hard time pinning her down. Her other friends were easier to peg...Irma was the prankster, always trying to push Cornelia's buttons. Taranee was the shy voice of reason, and Hay Lin the peacemaker, who could smooth ruffled feathers. She did it with a grin and perhaps a temporary tattoo she'd draw with a Magic Marker on her friend's hand.
But Will...she was a different story. At first. she'd seemed like a poster child for low self-esteem. New to Heatherfield, with her home situation and move weighing heavily on her, she'd stumbled into the Sheffield Institute looking pale and frightened.
It was until the Petenako had broken down and told the girls everything that Cornelia has begun lighting up on the girl. She had been reluctant until learning of Will's past and seeing how hard it was to be a leader.
Cornelia uncapped her favorite pen and waited impatiently for the red-head to arrive. Cornelia knew Will's no-sow wasn't about oversleeping or disciplining her crazy pet dormouse. No, it was all about their history teacher, Mr. Collins, whom Will believed was out to get her.
Now that was the usual teenage assumption, but with Will's mom Susan suddenly becoming more attentive to the Petenako's grave after a conference between Ms. Vandom and the teacher following Will's low test scores a few weeks ago it was becoming plausible.
Cornelia felt a bit sympathetic for her fellow guardian. She couldn't imagine what would happen if her family had broken up, if her father had suddenly become violently abusive to her mother and tried to kill them.
As if to fuel Cornelia's sympathetic thoughts, Mr. Collins walked into the classroom, just as the tardy bell rang. Cornelia peered past her mild-mannered teacher. Will was nowhere in sight!
To make matter worse, Mr. Collins wasn't looking nearly as mild-mannered as he usually did. In fact, his honey-colored mustache was twitching viciously, and he had a cruel gleam in his eyes.
''Good morning, guys,'' Mr. Collins said, scanning the faces of the still-yawning students. As usual, the only acknowledgment any of the kids paid to their teacher's entrance was a downshift in their chattering. Instead of yelling across the aisles, they now huddled together and started whispering.
''Oh, get comfortable,'' Mr Collins continued dryly. ''Don't get up on my behalf.''
''Huh?'' Donny Lipsitz grunted, looking around the classroom with lazy eyes. Then he slouched farther into his chair and planted his tattered black and basketball shoes on his desk.
''Who was getting up, Mr. Collins?''
''I was being sarcastic, Lipsitz,'' Mr. Collins spat. ''Get your feet of your desk and tell me where Will Vandom is.''
Cornelia felt a chill run through her. Will was in for it, now. Maybe she could try to run some type of interference.
''I know where she is!'' Cornelia piped up. She clicked and unclicked her pink pen-top nervously. ''She...went to the bathroom. You weren't here Mr. Collins for her to ask, so...''
''The fact that I'm late,'' Mr. Collins said, ''...doesn't justify her leaving without permission.''
Mr. Collins sat at his desk and opened his textbook. His mustache twitched irritably again ash he brusquely flipped through the book's pages. It looked as if he were suddenly unaccustomed to having that brush like fuzz beneath his nose...even though Mr. Collins had had a mustache for as long as Cornelia could remember. It was his trademark.
Donny Lipsitz was completely oblivious, of course, to the fact that Mr. Collins was clearly in a mood.
''But, Mr. Collins,'' he said slowly. ''If you're not here, who are we supposed to ask permission from?''
Mr. Collins didn't even glance up from his book. He merely jerked his thumb toward the classroom door.
''Principal Knickerbocker's office...now,'' He ordered Donny. ''You know the way.''
Heaving a huge sigh, Donny launched out of his chair and headed out the door, a confused look on his face.
The moment the boy disappeared out of the door, another figure appeared...with with sullen, brown eyes and bony shoulders hunched up to the ends of her tousled, red bob.
Mr. Collins gave the girl a sarcastic smile.
''Will!"' he announced with mock cheer. ''Welcome back. It's a pleasure to see you.''
Will cast her eyes downward and began to slump to her desk, next to Cornelia's. But as she passed Collin's desk, she stumbled. Her eyelids fluttered and she uttered a brief, soft moan.
Will quickly shook off her queasy feeling. She gave Mr. Collins a sidelong look, then made her way to her desk. She carefully lowered herself into her chair and wiped away a layer of sweat that had formed on her upper lip.
''What's wrong, Will?'' Cornelia whispered, leaning over to gaze at her friend with concern.
''Nothing,'' Will said, but her voice was filled with uncertainty. She glanced at Mr. Collins again. He was still turning the pages of his book, his mustache twitching away.
''When I passed by him,'' Will whispered to Cornelia, ''I felt dizzy.''
Cornelia shrugged.''Maybe you didn't get enough sleep last night,'' Cornelia said. ''Or you're hungry.''
''No,'' Will said, giving Mr. Collins another glance. This time, it was heavy with hostility and suspicion.
''It's the same feeling I have whenever I'm near a portal,'' she whispered. ''Or a being from Metamoor.''
Cornelia shook her in confusion. She'd seen Will go limp, pale, and shaky in the presence of Metamoorian magic. It was almost as if the evil of Metamoor and the good of Kandrakar were duking it out in the girl's head! Cornelia might have envied Will's special role as the Heart of Kandrakar's keeper, but she definitely didn't covet those fainting spells. They looked awful.
But did they always mean that evil was lurking about? Cornelia glanced at Mr. Collins skeptically.
The worsr thing he seemed capable of was assigning too much homework. The truth was, the Guardians had barely had their powers long enough for them to recognize any patterns in all this magical madness.
Before Cornelia could must any further about Will's dizzy spell, a more pressing issue emerged.
''This year's program is extensive,'' Mr. Collins said suddenly. He rose from his chair and began stalking down one of the classroom aisles. He approached Will's deck.
''So,'' Mr. Collins continued, ''I've decided to give you a healthy review. Will? Can you remind us what life was like in the Middle Ages?''
''Me?'' Will squeaked. She'd still been pulling her notebook and pencils from her backpack when Collins had suddenly alighted by her desk. She was completely unprepared to be in teacher's spotlight.
''You already quizzed me in class yesterday,'' Will murmured.
''I know,'' Mr. Collins replied breezily. ''But, as Mr. Lipsitz pointed out, I'm in a bad mood today.''
''I...I don't remember the part about the Middle Ages,'' Will stuttered nervously. ''It's been a long time.''
''Uh-Huh,'' Mr. Collins replied. This time, the sarcasm in his voice has a new, hostile edge to it. ''You talk about time with a history teacher. Clever.''
Most of the students began snickering at this. Though one in particular wasn't going to stand for his Penako being attacked in such a way.
''Does it make you feel like a big man? Picking on a student? And you call yourself an educator!'' Naruto had spout out, his voice too had an hostile edge to it.
''Mr. Uzumaki talk out of turn again and I'll have you serving detention for the rest of The year.'' Collins rounded as a dangerous glint was added to his eyes as he focused on Naruto.
''I wonder what the school board would say when you seemed to be picking on a student whose mother turned you down for a lunch date,'' A smirking Naruto replied as shock and survived plastered the student's faces.
He was hoping Will and Susan would forgive him. He knew the former was currently mortified and hopefully the asinine students of this institute would quickly get over this information in a few day's time like most rumors with teenagers; though the latter was going to be a bit upset as she made Naruto not to promise as if word got back to Karmine he would do idiotic and embarrassing or idiotic and needlessly romantic with jealous overtones, with a bit of embarrassment.
He knew this because he happened upon the scene due to the result the teacher had invited him to pick up copies of the year's earlier assignments he missed.
Naruto already knew this wasn't the real Collins, but if he didn't his reaction sealed the deal. Collins wasn't necessarily a bad guy at heart, but had a bit difficulty reading people beyond their surface feelings. He typically didn't display being flustered or annoyance and rarely got angry.
At least not the anger of the secret being revealed, but the type of anger of being challenged. Of being outsmarted by someone he saw was beneath him.
''Uzumaki! Principal Knickerbocker's officer now!
Naruto continued pushing on. If there was one thing you didn't want to do was fuck with someone he cared about now."
Even if his dark half, his dark brother was ripped from him to form a new being a just as equally dark and malicious persona was born in the blond. And at times that part of his nature would slip out.
''It's funny! You've called me Uzumaki twice now when on the legal documentation my last name is Namikaze. How did you learn of mother's family name when it isn't mentioned on any legal documents except those locked up and whom only law enforcement should have privy to raises a lot of questions. Especially since my guardian and I have a detailed account of everyone who should know that information. That suggests a leak and seeing how high up my parents were in their nation's governments proves it quite serious. So serious in fact I could give my guardian a call and have you detained before you could even get halfway down the road, so please give me a reason to call. I'm sure they'll let you out of secure penitentiary after a couple of years.''
It was so quiet the buzzing of a fly could be heard. The students had turned from Naruto to Collins to wait for his reply.
''I don't respond well to threats Mr. Uzumaki or your fairy tale claims.''
''If you want to test me that's fine! Just let me call my guardian and we can see how much of it is Fairy Tale claims?'' Naruto asked bringing out his cell phone.
The Lunch Break that seemed to take forever to occur was in full swing. It had been hours since history class and the girls were finally able to ask the question that what was on the back burner of their minds. Cornelia before Will could find was able to find her voice.
''What was that?'' She finally asked as Naruto had told the other girls of the incident.
''That wasn't Collins,'' Naruto replied with certainty. Irma, Taranee, and Hay Lin watched on in curiosity. They were also sitting on a blanket and enjoying sandwiches under the shade of one of the school's trees.
''The creepy interest in Will, the look of his eyes, and the hostility. Not to mention the look he shot me and his other reactions. That was a shape shifter, my guess being Cedric.''
'Cedric!' Hay Lin and Irma parroted loudly in response as Will scowled.
''I know I was right. I felt something was off about him.''
''That means the real one is stashed somewhere.''
''Wait!'' Taranee responded wide-eyed. ''But if the real Collins come back won't he suffer the backlash?''
''I've got that covered. I called Karmine and told him the situation so we already got a cover story. We're telling them that Cedric was a different perpetrator, one of the ones that was behind the attacks on the young girls and that boy.''
''But what about proof? Or if someone sees one of the actual perpetrators, but is looking for someone that looks like Collins?'' The brainy guardian countered.
''A disguise artist. I made sure to place a small genjutsu on the doorway so the students will 'conveniently' forget a lot of what I said so we don't have to worry about what I said getting out, but on to other things. I did some investigating on those girls attacks. Those attacks have several things in common. These attacks were done in correlation to these girls going to or coming from a location that one wouldn't have been to figure out unless they knew these girl's schedules. Each attack instead of the last one was when no one was around.
The first four girls was picked by someone with a shape shifting ability, but the last one was a sloppy mistake. So it had to have been the actual perpetrator of the rapes who became impatient and it was because of this we were able to get some form of a description. That might explain why there hadn't been any attacks in the past few days. I don't think the rapes were part of the plan. Because by doing so an unwanted dot was connected. One of the old perpetrators is without a doubt an old enemy of mine.''
''How do you figure that?'' The normally joyfully Air Guardian, whose tones was worrisome asked.
''Only someone with exceptional stealth skills could have possibly picked out these girls and escape my notice. If the same person was seen around all five girls from different circle socials they would have made themselves noticeable which means they also have the ability to change what they look like or tamper with memories."
''So what do we do?'' Will spoke up, finding her voice.
''We wait for now. One of the perpetrators was obviously observing you girls. So in my mind there's only very effective strategy. To turn you against each other and break up the team. I say we give them what we want,'' He responded with a sly smile.
''Wait...what?''
''We seemingly separate ourselves or I should say that Will ventures out.'' He grasped the red-head's hand. ''You're the thread that keeps the team together. So we use their strategy against them. We use their attempts to manipulate the situation and manipulate them into what we want them to do. I'll simply hadvea hand full of Kagebunshin in each location; including the school, your homes, and all your hangout spots. If it is one of my enemies they can't risk destroying them and alerting me to who and wear they are and if it's the Metamoorians...''
''We'll know who and where they are and we can counter appropriately,'' Taranee finished.
''Exactly!'' Naruto replied with a smile. ''That is, if you it's okay with you girls don't mind forgoing a bit of privacy for awhile?''
''Hey I've already been paranoid about my little brother. As far as I'm concerned this is only just that amped up. Only difference is I know where the spy cameras are at,'' Irma humorously added. ''Besides I have to clean up my room after school today or I'm grounded off the TV so I don't have much to do.''
''I have to go grocery shopping for my parents after school. Maybe your clones could help carry the bags?'' Hay Lin hopefully asked at which Naruto nodded.
''I have to babysit my sister as my parents are going out for dinner,'' Cornelia droned impetuously with her arms crossed. That signaled another one of Irma's mischievous moments as she teasingly asked, ''What's wrong Corny? You aren't looking forward to having a new baby sister or brother!''
The other girls eyes widened as Naruto covered his mouth and had a look in his eyes that said, 'Ooh' and tried desperately not to laugh.
'Irma that is not funny! Uugh!'' The blonde decided to return the favor. ''Or maybe your projecting your dislike of older romance onto me. You seem hesitant to invite me over your house at times? Your parents trying to work on a new child?''
At Cornelia's question Irma had turned green.''Uugh! Corny that is so gross! I did not need that mental image.''
''You see we should have more moments like this!'' Naruto had spoke up as he took to playing with Hay Lin's long ponytails. It took a moment for the girl's to finally realize, but when they did they were even smiling broadly or trying to fight back a laugh with the exception of Hay Lin who was quickly turning red.
''Naruto!'' The Chinese girl whined as she half-heartily knocked his hands away.
Naruto pouted and returned with his own whine, ''Aaw! I was having fun!"'
Irma was snickering quite loudly as the other girls grin broadened.
''I guess that just leaves me, Will and Tara for training today!'' Naruto exclaimed as he went from a pout to a beaming smile. Said girls begin to groan. They were always left tired and aching after training and not the good kind either.
''So just you three? Trying to form a threesome huh?'' Irma began, her mischievousness in tact.
''Irma!'' The two girl's cried out as Naruto fell to his side.
''Whoops I mean trio!'' She said placing her hand to her mouth. ''I meant trio. I don't know why I said that other word.'' It was obvious she hadn't forgotten the events of that day and was going to tease her friends. But at least it looked like things were finally turning into the favor of the Guardians.