Author-Notes: Sorry for taking long to upload this chapter.


November 17th 2007:

Droplets of cold rain poured down on the pedestrians of the isolated streets within a secluded section of Tokyo. Cars drove across the public roads. Unadulterated silence filled the air of the large city.

A single and indiscernible outline stepped out of an alley-way. Naruto Uzumaki grunted to himself when he felt the flecks of wintry rain touch his skin. He slipped his hands into his pockets and hummed.

The beautiful skies possessed an obsidian-accentuated glow. Naruto gazed at the white-tinted moon and the grey-coloured clouds. His blue irises flickered over to the multitudinous stars above his head.

He walked forward and began his trek through the sequestered paths of Tokyo. Naruto paused at the front-entrance of a café—where he could feel the powerful presence of his best friend. "Hm…"

Naruto opened the door and the fragrance of coffee assaulted his nose. His sapphire-hued eyes glanced at the table in the corner. He grinned to himself and planted himself down on a wooden-chair.

Sasuke Uchiha had a monotonous expression and an impassive smirk on his pale face. His body was beautified by an exotic tuxedo and the expensive fedora on the top of his head. "You're late, dumbass."

Naruto propped his calloused palm beneath his chin and let out a languid hum. "Whatever, bastard."

Sasuke grunted and snapped two of his fingers. Naruto arched an unimpressed brow as a dossier materialized on the wooden-platform of the table. He read through it and chuckled. "This is interesting."

The Uchiha lifted the rim of his mug up to his mouth and took in a humble sip of hot coffee. Naruto's luminous eyes widened a little. "The client's willing to pay 2, 000, 000 yen for this assignment?"

"Perhaps." Sasuke's face had an unenthusiastic smile. "If you accept."

Naruto produced a scroll from his pockets and sealed the dossier of multifarious amounts of information into it. Excitement illuminated his features. "Are you kidding? Of course I'll accept this assignment!"

The Uzumaki waited for a response from his best friend and heard no sound. Naruto directed his gaze towards Sasuke: who had disappeared into motes of energy. "Huh…Guess he was in a hurry."

Naruto slid his sealing-scroll into his pocket and walked out of the café. Once again—he could feel the granules of rain brush against his exposed patches of skin. He sighed and vanished in a meagre blur.

(-)

November 18th 2007:

Sasuke Uchiha was seated on his office-chair and was sifting through the ginormous number of files at the top of his desk. He adjusted his glasses before the cacophony of foot-steps flooded his tympanums.

The Uchiha raised a calm eye-brow when Naruto Uzumaki stepped into the sector inside of his office. An irate countenance decorated Naruto's face. "Sasuke, you bastard! You still haven't paid me!"

Pale fingers brushed the chin of the Uchiha. Sasuke rolled his chair backwards and opened a drawer—filled up by a large amount of letters, envelopes, and scrolls. "One second, Naruto. Where is it?"

Sasuke nodded to himself and flicked an orange-coloured envelope towards Naruto: who caught it. Naruto pocketed his pay-check and crossed his arms. "I also wanted to ask you about this assignment."

Sasuke lifted up both of his obsidian eye-brows this time. "Is something wrong? If there is, I can always give someone else-…"

"No." Naruto growled. "This mission isn't even from the Shinto pantheon. I swear to Kurama you only accept their commissions."

"Why the hell are you swearing on my name?"

Amusement glinted within the ebony irises of Sasuke's aloof eyes. "I want to expand my company's reputation to more than one region."

"Oh. Okay." Naruto tilted his head. "I better get a bonus for this."

"Sure." Sasuke shrugged and twirled his pen. "Remember how important this assignment is for the company, okay?"

"Whatever!"

(-)

November 25th 2007:

Aureate rays of sunlight descended down onto the ginormous city of San Francisco. The cacophony of conversation inundated his ears. Naruto walked through a local lane and listened to Kurama's snores.

The Uzumaki stopped as he noticed an unpopular café amongst the countless establishments on the street. Naruto walked in and his azure gaze settled on a handsome man—who reeked of power.

Naruto sauntered towards his latest client and sank himself down onto the leather-pad of the seat. He checked out the menu and ordered a Cappuccino while smiling. "You're my newest client, huh?"

His client was a man of incredible wealth. He wore a luxurious tuxedo and a simple bowler-hat. The ebony eyes of his employer glistened—power exuded from his presence alone. "I am Hades. A Greek god."

Naruto noticed how bluntly the deity presented himself. A lazy grunt grew within his trachea before he responded. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki. An exorcist of sorts who hails from the territory of the Shinto."

Sasuke was the one who had drilled the professional introduction into his head. Hades intertwined his smooth fingers. The ring on his pinkie shimmered a brilliant light. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Hades gave Naruto a humourless smile. "The vessel for the Kyuubi."

A sound of acerbic amusement boomed out from his nose. Naruto accepted his Cappuccino from the waitress and took a greedy sip from the rim of his cup. "Yep. I'm the vessel for that lovable fur-ball."

"I am not a fur-ball!"

Hades procured the Espresso he had ordered earlier from another waitress and drank his coffee. The deity chuckled. "The nine-tails is a creature all gods and goddesses are prudent of. Shall we begin?"

"Yep!" Naruto yelled—ignoring the patrons of the café. "Let's begin."

The god of the Underworld grabbed onto a napkin from the corner of the table and wiped off some stray spillikins of coffee from his lips. "I've commissioned you to eliminate or subdue the titan Atlas."

"Atlas?" Naruto leaned back in his chair. "What is he the titan of?"

"The titan of endurance." Hades sipped his Espresso. A refreshed sigh filtered out from his mouth. "A subordinate of mine found out about one of his plans. He intends to kidnap two of my children."

"Oh!" Naruto clicked his fingers in Hades' direction—a bright grin decorating his coarse visage. "You're a parent concerned for his kids."

"Indeed." Hades' unamused smile morphed into a guilty one. "I was able to arrange a meeting — between me and the weavers of fate."

"All they told me was that there would be a prophecy. This prophecy would lead its victims into the hands of the titan of endurance."

The Uzumaki brought his Cappuccino up into the air and flourished the cup his coffee was inside of. "You want me to follow these 'victims' to Atlas and eliminate him? Sure. I could do that for you."

"Perfect." Hades replied. He snapped his fingers and an obsidian-hued tattoo constructed itself onto Naruto's palm. "My sigil."

Naruto lifted his hand up and scanned the tattoo painted across his unsmooth palm. Another excited grin grew on his face. "This is my first time working for someone from the Greek pantheon."

"One more question." Hades interrupted the rush of exhilaration within Naruto's blood. "Are you capable of fighting a deity?"

Absolute silence blanketed itself over the atmosphere of the unpopulated café. Naruto stepped out of his chair and—for the briefest of seconds—his body was covered by an aureate cloak.

Hades' lips were split apart into an insane grin. "The rumours were true. You truly are an anomalous entity. Goodbye, Naruto Uzumaki."

Naruto watched as Hades dispelled into shards of obsidian-accentuated energy. The Uzumaki paid for his Cappuccino and walked out into the busy streets of San Francisco—elated. "Kurama?"

"Hm?"

"This is gonna be fun!"

(-)

December 12th 2007:

The aroma of fresh tea wafted through the hotel-room. Naruto was slumped on his bed and was yawning. His body twisted itself until he flung himself off of his mattress and onto the soft floor of the sector.

Naruto appreciated how his hotel-room always possessed the smell of fresh tea. He stretched his arms and legs before ambling into the bath-room—this one was adorned by a large shower and mirror.

The Uzumaki brushed his teeth and left the bath-room. His abdomen still had an ache from all the food he had eaten yesterday. Kurama's laughter deluged his head. "You knocked yourself into a food-coma!"

Naruto grunted and ignored the raucous chuckles of his partner. He was wearing his standard outfit—blue trousers, a black t-shirt, fingerless gloves, and a pair of sun-glasses. "I'm skipping breakfast."

"You ate enough Ramen to supply an orphanage." Kurama smirked. Humour danced inside of his crimson irises. "You and your noodles."

Naruto hiked towards the table in the centre of his room and discerned a letter on top of it. The Uzumaki lifted a curious eye-brow—picking up the letter and ripping the envelope into shreds.

The paper was charcoal in colour and its letters were an iridescent white. It took Naruto a minute to read its contents. "The 'victims' of this prophecy are planning to visit his children in two days."

"Does he tell us the identity of these 'victims'?"

"Nope. Hades told me how the fates keep those details private."

Naruto had already been notified by Hades about the isolated sanctuary of the Greek demi-gods and Greek demi-goddesses. Camp Half-Blood was where all those of divine-lineage lived and resided.

The Uzumaki sauntered out of his hotel-room and walked out into the public lanes of San Francisco. Sunlight filtered down onto his body as he slipped his hands into his pockets and stepped forward.

Naruto perused the different establishments within the city. The fifteen-year-old stopped and glanced into an alley-way—an alley-way polluted by the stench of blood, rotten flesh, and death.

He snapped his fingers and manipulated the Mist—a skill he had learned from one of Hades' subordinates. The Mist unveiled itself to him and he saw some type of Hell-Hound feasting on a corpse.

The Hell-Hound was accompanied by a roguish Cyclopes: who was biting its teeth into the arm of the corpse. Naruto clicked his teeth at the sight of a twelve-year-old boy being devoured by these entities.

The sound produced from his teeth alerted the Hell-Hound and Cyclopes to his unconcealed presence. Naruto grinned—a ferocious glint simmering in the blue of his eyes. "Oh? You heard me, huh?"

He tipped his sun-glasses down and presented his luminous irises to the two creatures. The blue of his eyes had converted itself into an endless vermillion. Naruto observed the Hell-Hound rush forward.

Nonchalance brimmed on his features. Naruto slammed his knuckles into the skull of the Hell-Hound and its body crumbled into golden particles of dust. The Uzumaki smirked at the Cyclopes—who yelled.

It sprinted towards him in an unbalanced gait. Naruto extended his foot forward and tripped the Cyclopes down onto the ground. He flicked a heel-kick into its face and hurtled the creature backwards.

The Cyclopes climbed up onto its two feet and let out a strangled scream of aggression. Naruto grinned, canted his head, and laughed as the Cyclopes—who he named Clubb—began growling.

Naruto stepped one foot forward and crossed the distance between him and the Cyclopes in an interval of a second. His fist embedded itself into the Cyclopes' solar-plexus. "Can Greek monsters talk?"

Clubb was propelled backwards for a second time and his back was slammed against the wall of the alley-way. Insouciance was evident from Naruto's tone. "Sorry, Clubb. But you were pretty weak."

Clubb grunted. The Cyclopes' voice was unintelligible. "K-Kill ya!"

Naruto created a Rasengan and smacked it into the chest of the foul creature. Clubb disintegrated into golden particles. The Uzumaki wiped a fake-tear of despair off his cheek. "They always die young!"

"You could have ended that fight in a minute."

He disregarded his partner's words and crouched down in front of the body of the twelve-year-old child. Naruto gritted his teeth as he began channelling his chakra into the boy's body. "Kurama—…"

"I'm sorry, Naruto. This boy is dead."

Naruto gandered at the amputated arm on the ground. Clubb had been feasting on the arms of the child while the Hell-Hound had been devouring the stomach of the child. Both were cruel and gross.

Another Rasengan—much bigger than the last one—was summoned by Naruto: who drilled it into the corpse of the child. When the blue-tinted orb was dispelled, there were no traces of the boy remaining.

The Uzumaki walked over to the severed arm until he was accosted by the tip of a spear. He tipped his body backwards and back-flipped—thus establishing a distance between him and his aggressor.

Naruto manipulated the crimson inside of his irises into sapphire. He and his aggressor shared an impressive amount of resemblances. They both had blonde hair and they both had blue eyes. "You are?"

"Jason Grace!" The blue-eyed youth shouted. "Son of Jupiter!"

Naruto lifted an eye-brow at the rambunctious and serious introduction. He folded his arms, nodded, and hummed. "Okay?"

"I shall avenge whoever you devoured!" Jason twirled his spear and pointed its tip down at the amputated arm. "You humanoid beast!"

This was a complete misunderstanding. Naruto respected the tenacious passion the demi-god possessed. Was he a demi-god? The Uzumaki grinned. "Hey, kid. Are you a demi-god or something else?"

Flecks of vibrant electricity coated the end of Jason's spear. He bounded at Naruto and aimed his spear at the sternum of the Uzumaki—who gave the boy a languid grin. "Impressive power."

A single kick from Naruto had Jason rolling backwards into the ground. Naruto snatched the spear out from the demi-god's hands and planted it onto his shoulder. "Kid. Monsters can't bleed red."

"That's true." Jason grunted—agony flared up in his stomach. "But you were going to devour the arm of whoever you killed!"

Naruto tilted his head and stabbed the spear into his solar-plexus. An inundation of blood trickled out from his wound. He took the spear out from his body and presented it to Jason—whose eyes widened.

The Uzumaki flicked the granules of gold dust off of his shoulder and watched as they flittered onto Jason's lap. Naruto dropped the spear back down into his hands. "I got rid of the monsters."

"Oh…" Jason hesitated. "Where's the rest of the body, then?!"

Naruto sighed to himself and grabbed the severed arm off from the ground and summoned a Rasengan. The arm crumbled into nothing when it was touched by his orb of blue-coloured energy. "Happy?"

Jason immediately stood up and bowed in front of Naruto. His voice was loud, apologetic, and passionate. "Forgive me for my actions!"

"Whatever." Naruto flourished his hand. "So…Are you a demi-god?"

The son of thunder nodded and picked up his spear before shrinking it into the form of a badge. Jason had an amicable possession. "Indeed I am! I'm Jason Grace—and aiming to become Praetor!"

Naruto had no clue about how much value the title of 'Praetor' possessed and opted to direct a simple shrug over to Jason. He hummed. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki. An exorcist of sorts."

"Naruto, sir. You're still bleeding!"

The Uzumaki gazed down at the stab-wound from his solar-plexus and transmitted a mental signal to Kurama. Jason watched in absolute awe as the punctured torso began to reconstruct itself.

Jason stepped forward and inspected the healed-up wound. "Mr. Naruto. Who exactly are you? I've never seen you before in the city."

Naruto was baffled by how polite the boy was being. If he had to guess, Jason was about one or two years younger than him. He laughed. "I'm an exorcist. My job is to take care of vengeful spirits and ghosts."

Jason opened up his mouth until Naruto heard his phone beep. Naruto checked out the identity of the caller—it was Sasuke Uchiha. He grunted and vanished in a distortion of crimson and orange.

"See ya later, kid!"

Naruto reappeared on the roof-top of a sequestered building and pressed the phone against his ear. The smooth baritone of the Uchiha filled his tympanums. "I trust your assignment is a manageable one."

"Yep. No issues. But I did blab to a kid about how I was an exorcist."

"That's fine." Sasuke's monotonous voice echoed out from the phone-speakers. "This is nothing more than a routine check on you."

"Whatever." Naruto rolled his intense eyes of sapphire colour. "How is it back in Japan? I wouldn't be surprised if I had to come back."

"Everything's alright in Japan, dumbass." Sasuke chuckled. "This assignment is also my idea of giving you a deserved vacation."

"I went into a food-coma last night." Naruto grinned—ignoring Kurama's cacophonous laughter. "This is definitely a fun mission."

"I doubt there's a chance you would fail this task." Unadulterated confidence was evident in Sasuke's gaze. "You are the strongest."

Sasuke ended the call and Naruto listened to his phone beep. He returned to the alley-way where he had left Jason—but the son of thunder had already vacated the sector. "Huh. What a shame."

A low growl filled the air of the alley-way. Naruto groaned at the sight of another Hell-Hound. The creature yipped and leaped at him. Naruto blurred forward and slashed a Kunai through its body.

Golden dust littered the concrete beneath them. Naruto ambled out of the alley-way and back into the public streets of San Francisco. He adjusted his sun-glasses and felt rays of sunlight touch his flesh.

Naruto walked into a populated restaurant and was guided to a table occupied by a group of three people. One of them lifted a suspicious eye-brow at him—irritated. "Shouldn't you be in school? You truant."

The Uzumaki stretched his arms and his neck until he heard an audible crack. He lowered his sun-glasses before a laugh rolled off of the end of his tongue. "I'm home-schooled by my parents, sir."

The gruff man grunted and buried his nose into a menu. Naruto chuckled again and ordered a chocolate cake when a waitress went to their table for their orders. The Uzumaki yawned. "I'm hungry."

"Wait for your food, then."

Naruto perked up as the waitress dropped his meal down onto the table—once ten minutes had passed. He dug into his chocolate cake and a radiant grin graced his features. "This is delicious!"

The gruff man from earlier glanced at him in obvious annoyance. Another one of the three people on the table let out a polite cough and mumbled. "Excuse me. Could you tone your yells down a little?"

"Sorry." The smell of the chocolate cake polluted his nose. "Even the smell is delicious! Whoever cooked this is a culinary prodigy!"

Naruto was a messy eater at heart and all three occupants of the table watched him in unhidden distaste. Chocolate was smeared across his lips. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his face. "Sorry."

The Uzumaki stood up from the table—the gruff man sighed in relief—and paid for his meal at the counter while leaving a tip. He left the popular restaurant and sauntered through the streets.

Naruto stared up at the luminous skies. A few hours had passed and it was evening. The Uzumaki walked towards his hotel, checked himself in, and returned to his hotel-room. "That was fun!"

"Especially the part when you splattered cake on the man's food." Kurama's throaty soprano had a sarcastic inflection. "How fun."

"Whatever. Time for bed!"

(-)

December 13th 2007:

The sound of his phone-alarm woke him up. Naruto blinked his azure-eyes open and a yawn rumbled out of his mouth. He rolled out of bed—crashing into the carpet of his ginormous hotel-room.

Naruto stepped into the bath-room and performed his morning rituals. It was 14:23—PM. The Uzumaki changed into a similar outfit from yesterday before exiting his hotel-room. "I woke up a little late."

"A little." Kurama snorted. "You suck at managing your free time."

He slipped his calloused hands into his pockets and grunted in lieu of a response. Kurama chuckled to himself—sinking into his crimson fur. Naruto turned the corner and stopped in absolute shock. "Kura—…"

An ethereal amount of divine-energy boomed across the atmosphere of San Francisco: as if a great beast had been unshackled from its chains. Naruto's shock transmuted itself into pure exhilaration.

Naruto dived into an alley-way and gathered up an abundant mass of nature-energy. Two orange patches grew over his blue eyes. The Uzumaki extended his sensory abilities to their absolute limits.

Divine-energy slammed into his senses in droves. Kurama was interested by the origin of such a potent power. Naruto tilted his head. A single deduction filled his head. "Atlas has been unleashed."

"Can you pin-point where he is exactly?"

"No." Naruto extended his senses to their limits for a second time—but was blocked off by a barricade of some kind. "I'm being blocked."

The Uzumaki expunged the nature-energy from his system and the orange patches above his eyes crumbled. Excitement flickered within his azure eyes. "This is going to be fun. I've been waiting for a fight!"

"You're my vessel." Kurama reminded him while yawning. "You better not be scared if your opponent is stronger than you were expecting."

"Sure. Sure." Naruto responded and hummed. "I haven't used Sage-Mode in ages. The nature in San Francisco is different from Japan's."

"The Shinto pantheon governs over Japan. Your use of Senjutsu originates from those fancy toads Amaterasu had created."

"Mount Myoboku!" Naruto stepped out of the alley-way, disregarding the weirded-out stares people were flicking in his direction. "Man…I haven't been there in ages either. A shame, really."

The Uzumaki listened to Kurama as he gave him an unintelligible response before dozing off. Naruto grinned at the thought of his partner until his body was enveloped by a shroud of ebony energy.

He tumbled through the portal and landed on a beautiful chair. Sapphire eyes of nonchalance perused the sector—noticing the skeletal entities who were occupied by their duties to their king.

Hades sat in the chair across from him. They were divided by a table forged from white-oak wood. The deity of the Underworld snapped his fingers. A skeletal chef planted Ramen down onto the table.

Naruto instantly separated his chop-sticks and devoured the spicy noodles within the ceramic bowl. A refreshed breath escaped his lips. "Thanks for the food. I was starving for some good ol' Ramen!"

"I could tell." A pale hand caressed Hades' chin. "I was wondering if you wanted assistance on this commission. I can provide many—…"

"There is something!"

Hades flicked his hand forward in approval. Naruto slurped in another flood of noodles and wiped his sleeve against his mouth. "Can you give me some more Ramen? I'm starving for my noodles!"

A skeletal chef settled another bowl down on the table. Naruto crossed his arms and let out a casual hum. "Thanks for the offer. I'm pretty sure I got everything covered. There's not much else."

The god of the Underworld nodded and snapped two of his fingers. Reality flickered for a simple second. Naruto tumbled out of the portal before stumbling backwards and bumping into four people.

"Sorry!"

Naruto controlled the Mist and pitted the four people against one another in a duel. It was a rather comical sight—the four civilians brought out whatever they had in their bags and began to battle.

The Uzumaki produced his sealing-scroll from his pocket and unsealed a bag of pop-corn to watch the spectacle. People started to record the duel between these four individuals: who were shouting.

One person was holding a pen. The second person was holding a purse. The third person was holding a compass. The fourth person was holding a chair they had snatched from one of the cafes.

Someone tapped Naruto on the shoulder and pointed at his pop-corn. Shrugging to himself, Naruto offered the citizens his bag of pop-corn until he was dragged into the middle of the four-person duel.

They all yelled out nonsensical battle-cries—Naruto hated battle-cries, despite using them himself—and rushed at one another. Naruto grinned as he crouched beneath a fold-up chair and pen.

A purse was thrown at him. Naruto grabbed onto it and smacked it into the face of the pen-wielder. He snatched the chair from one of the four people and swung in a wide circle—hitting all four of them.

Naruto had not accounted for the compass-wielder and a shallow cut decorated his fore-arm. Unbothered by his little laceration—Naruto stepped forward and slammed his arm into the person's neck.

It was a harmless blow and the compass-wielder collapsed down onto the ground. Naruto was the undisputed winner of the four-person duel. A whistle was blown and the audience scattered.

Two police-men approached him. Naruto immediately manipulated the Mist to conceal his true identity and vanished in a blur. He body-flickered onto the top of a building, letting out a breath of relief.

"That was fun!"

"Moronic if you ask me." Kurama grunted. "You started a petty dispute and involved yourself in the same dispute you orchestrated."

"Who cares?!" An insouciant laugh bubbled out from the depths of his windpipe. Naruto smiled. "I haven't had this much fun in ages!"

Sasuke was right when he had told him this was a highly-deserved vacation. Naruto had been busying himself in work for the last year and hadn't taken a single break. This little holiday was therapeutic.

The chakra from his partner scorched his skin for a second as Kurama healed up the tiny cut on his fore-arm. Naruto adjusted his sun-glasses and gazed down at the sector where the duel had started.

He laughed when he noticed the chair-wielder smack his seat into the face of a police-man and begin his run down the road. The purse-wielder took her purse and escaped. The compass-man was asleep.

Naruto had zero idea on where the pen-wielder had disappeared. The Uzumaki slid his unsmooth hands into his pockets and felt the wind tickle his skin. He checked the time on his phone-screen.

It was 17:23—PM. Naruto flipped forward and landed on a lower roof-top. There was some type of commotion happening on another road. His curiosity peaked at the sight of Jason: who was on the floor.

The commotion was some type of robbery while Jason was in an alley-way. Naruto surmised he was investigating for more monsters. He was also accompanied by a demi-goddess—she wielded a blade.

His azure eyes discerned the presence of a Hell-Hound. This one was larger than the last two Naruto had battled. There was no value in interfering in their battle. This was a chance for Jason to improve.

Naruto channelled chakra into the bottom of his feet and leaped forward onto another roof-top before running across its walls. The Uzumaki dispersed his chakra, falling down into an isolated path.

There was a risk in being so blatant about his abilities in public. If—for some unexplainable reason—the Mist failed, a countless number of mortals would be able to see a teenager sticking onto buildings.

It would be hilarious to witness some people's reactions towards a super-powered fifteen-year-old boy. Naruto could imagine how shocked, terrified, envious, and baffled some people would be.

Naruto slipped his sun-glasses off of his face and slid them into his pockets. The evening skies illuminated the city. He stepped three feet forward until his body was nothing more than a distorted outline.

The Uzumaki materialized in front of his hotel and returned to his hotel-room. Clicking on his phone—Naruto was bombarded by several messages from his colleagues back in Japan. "Huh?"

They had somehow procured the videos of him and his four-person duel circulating throughout social-media. Naruto was surprised how the videos had gained such a high amount of fraction in little time.

He laughed and tapped on one of the messages as the video popped up on his screen. Kurama himself watched through the eyes of his vessel. Raucous laughter escaped his mouth. "Hah!"

Naruto shared the amusement alongside his partner. The Uzumaki slouched down into his bed. He grinned and began to think. This was a vacation—but this was also a commission from his latest cliental.

Exhaustion had settled into his system. Kurama had dozed off and he was tired himself. Naruto yawned and closed his eyes. Ten hours had passed and the second alarm of his phone woke him up. "Kurama?"

"I'm awake."

Naruto cracked his neck until he heard an audible pop. "Good."

Kurama flicked his tails in a hypnotic array as Naruto materialized into the inner-dimension of his seal. Naruto's sapphire-hued eyes reflected the vermillion of Kurama's gaze. "I'm pretty excited!"

"Of course you are." The Kyuubi rolled his luminous eyes—disregarding his vessel's grunt of frustration. "Get out of my seal."

He flicked two of his tails forward and Naruto was kicked out of his mind-scape. The Uzumaki opened up his eyes before he walked into the bath-room—completing his morning-ritual in ten minutes.

Naruto grabbed onto his room-card and stepped into the lobby. The receptionist took his room-card while checking him out of the hotel. He walked out into the public paths of San Francisco and smiled.

The Uzumaki raised his right hand up and pressed his index finger into the obsidian tattoo decorated across his calloused palm. A portal opened beneath him. Naruto yelled out in excitement as he fell in.

He planted his hands down onto the platform of the roof-top and flipped himself up to his feet. The portal above him disintegrated. Naruto stretched his legs—lowering his sun-glasses to view the city.

His sapphire eyes rippled into pits of crimson for a meagre second. The firmament was beautified by its ebony-coloured shards. Naruto converted the vermillion of his irises into blue. "This vacation's over."

Naruto could feel his blood rumble in elation. He extended his arm forward and a blood-thirsty grin of excitement grew onto his features. This mission was going to be a fun one in the end.


A/N: Thanks for reading.