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Thinking

Biju, etc. speaking

Biju, etc. thinking

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Naruto sat on a tree branch, rolling her eyes at what she was now witnessing. Granted, Kurama had been muttering seemingly ridiculous ramblings for the past few hours while she was trying to sleep, but REALLY? What the hell is this?!

Obito? That dumbass / dipshit… Who the hell would trust "Madara Fucking Uchiha," especially as Obito - the apparent now brat himself - had been some kind of low-life pariah to his crappy clan... Oh, Itachi-kun: you are the greatest of the Uchiha-great, Naru thought, agreeing with her foxy-partner in that obliterating the Uchiha clan was just the best thing ever. She shook her head ruefully as she looked at the pre-genin blue and orange covered brat.

"You're one to talk!"

"Shut it, fox-face: can you believe this?" Naru asked her life-long: no - her twice lifetimes-long partner as she looked down upon the instigator of the Fourth Shinobi War. She pulled a kunai from her weapons pouch, ready to simply kill the asshole with Kurama's complete approval, before thinking upon it again.

"Madara's still out there, being an alive asshole," Naruto, in her mindscape, told her partner who snarled but silently agreed. "Fuck. What are we going to do? There's so many freaking Uchiha; the bastard could just get another one, ne?" Kurama hesitated but finally agreed, even though he hated to do so: it was sickening. He began cursing up a storm far surpassing that asshat Hidan, who'd killed Asuma-sensei. Shaking her head to rid herself of such thoughts, Kurama also stopped his mutterings and sent healing chakra to the blonde, wanting to keep her from exploding - at least for the moment - it was in their interest, after all.

"What - you can't be serious!" Naru exclaimed in a whisper, following behind the near-crappiest of all Uchiha outside Madara and perhaps tied with her former teammate, as the mini-Obito approached the Academy. There in front of her was her old, but very small sensei.

Naruto stayed in the treetops, watching the incredibly young, Sharingan-lacking, silver-headed baby of a near-ninja - giggling in her mind at the not-man. Oh, Kakashi-sensei: I am going to prank you to hell and... Interrupted from her thoughts, Naru recognized an all-too-familiar large chakra. No... She wasn't prepared to see him yet.

She tried to hold the tears back as she watched her former mentor and secret godfather approach her former sensei, along with what absolutely HAD to be Kakashi-sensei's father, judging from that silver-haired ponytail. She held her breath until both men looked toward her, and took off in a run. Jiraiya caught up with her quickly, issuing threats as the girl in front of him broke down in tears.

"Dumbass! You died on me, you… you fuck!" the tiny girl cried out furiously, surprising the Sannin.

That response had been the absolute last thing the Toad Sage was expecting - honestly, what does that even mean? I'm super-alive, super awesome, and super perverted, he thought in regards to her statement. What the hell is this little brat thinking?! He frowned and took a good look at the brat while holding onto her narrow shoulders. Kami-sama: Minato-kun doesn't have any family! He knew it for a fact and glared at the girl warily, before looking around stealthily. Obviously, his friend, Sakumo, had stayed behind with his snotty, always oddly-masked son. "Who the hell are you?"

The girl in front of him gave him a look of absolute heartbreak, but that didn't bother him: he'd never seen the girl before, and had a feeling in the ever-prescient back of his mind that she didn't belong here. He KNEW his student had no family! What kind of ruse is this? The girl looked at him, a pained expression on her whiskered face. Just as Jiraiya wondered what kind of clan produced whiskered children, the little blonde lifted her jacket. The seal he saw appear on her stomach took his breath away. "Who the hell are you, brat," he asked heatedly, holding onto her neck in his large hands.

"Ano," she muttered in tears, wincing with pain. "Kurama, can you help me?" As Jiraiya looked for whoever was this Kurama threat, he was hit with visions that were just awful… horrific! He had felt chakra enter his system, but it wasn't dark, nor even… Jiraiya stood in horror as he watched one-thing after another play in front of him. As if all the rest wasn't bad enough, Kami-sama: Nagato! Tears finally flowed from the Toad Sage's eyes as the girl's memories of her - no, THEIR, village was destroyed, playing in his mind - after even his own death. His own death didn't affect him nearly as much as what his sweet, red-headed, peace-loving student had done! And then there was Minato-kun: all grown up in… Hokage robes? Just like the brat had said he wanted so many times... Gods, I thought he was the one - before... Another that he'd thought was The Child of Prophecy… he, too, was now dead: or so I thought, he cringed. But then he'd had Minato under his wing, and… Gods: he'd died for this girl - his daughter - and the village. Jiraiya didn't even realize that he was clutching the girl - his GODDAUGHTER - to his waist while the girl's memories continued to flood in. Finally unable to take anymore, he moved away, bending over and panting heavily.

"Ero… Ero-sennin?"

Jiraiya couldn't help but give out an exhausted chuckle. "You... brat! What have I told you a thousand times about calling me that? Come here, you!" The girl leaped into his arms as she cried. He couldn't help but laugh in the totally unreal feeling that this tiny child that he immediately realized he loved SO MUCH was in his arms. "You… you, brat!" He bent down to the girl, poking her nose with his finger as she went cross-eyed and frowned, "Alright now, here's what we're gonna do..."