Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Foxhound ❯ Just keep soaking it. ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Kraken's Ghost

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything its author owns. I am not making any money off of this. This is a non-profit work of fanfiction.

 

Story so far: Naruto has survived the attack, though with unpleasant prospects for recovery. Ino and Kakashi learn of Tsunade's relationship with Naruto from Shizune and Kakashi laments over his past failures. Kakashi discusses training with Ino and agrees to advice her every now and then.

 

Chap. 3

 

“You failed, I see.”

 

“My partner was killed by the Sannin rather quickly. I can't fight Jiraiya-sama and Gamabunta at the same time.”

 

“Hmm... Our intelligence indicates the boss toad ignores Jiraiya for the most part. How was he able to control it?”

 

“The Kyuubi-brat, I guess. I tailed them for awhile after I retreated. Toad seemed pretty worried about the boy. Chewed Jiraiya out about it something awful.”

 

“So Gamabunta has a connection to the Yondaime's Legacy…How fitting. Did you get a sample of the vessel's blood?”

 

“Right here. After that seal went off, there was plenty everywhere.”

 

“And how did our seal fair against the Kyuubi?”

 

“It worked, just not how we expected. Your source wants the Kyuubi dead, not captured.”

 

“Really?”

 

“That seal didn't stun the brat like we thought. It turned the two chakras on each other and tore him halfway apart. If the kid hadn't been exhausted, he would've been blown apart completely.”

 

“…Then we won't risk its use again. It seems our…benefactors aren't as forthcoming as they wish us to believe.”

 

“You already knew that though. Demons ain't known for playing fair.”

 

“Of course. We'll avoid depending on them from now on.”

 

“What about the boy? Know how he's doing?”

 

“He's alive. The seals they gave us to track the Kyuubi work that well, at least.”

 

“He survived, huh? Kid was hamburger last time I saw him.”

 

“Yes, the Kyuubi's healing powers are greater than expected.”

 

“He still ain't going anywhere for awhile. Itachi-san could easily grab him.”

 

“…No. Tsunade and Jiraiya will have him too well guarded for a simple abduction. Even Itachi would have to fight his way through to get to him. The risk to the vessel is too high in his condition.”

 

“Alright, then. I'll add his blood to the tracking seals. If he moves outside the village, we'll know.”

 

“That's fine. Keep someone around to watch it. It may be some time before the Godaime lets the vessel out of her sight again.”

 

“Sure, I'll set up a rotation.”

 

“Be vigilant, but don't worry about it too much. We can afford to be patient in this matter.”

 

“Right, our ambition. It'll happen soon enough anyways.”

 

“Yes, it most certainly will.”

 

***

 

Ino strolled along the road, holding a fresh bouquet in her arms. It had been a week and a half since she'd made the first one and she'd noticed it was starting to wilt the least time she had visited Naruto. She hummed a bit as she blatantly ignored the stares the glaring orange flowers in her arms attracted. The blonde girl's expression was very cheerful, which was rather strange considering one eye was swollen shut and she was walking with a limp. She'd just gotten back from a brief mission out in Wave country with Team 10, where they'd gotten into a tangle with several Sound-nins. Orochimaru had apparently declared that any Leaf-nin seen outside of Konoha was to be killed on sight to teach that `uppity-old-hag' a lesson. With five against four, it seemed like it would be a nasty fight, but Shikamaru had merely Shadow Bound them and released them a split second before Chouji had rolled over all but one. The surviving enemy-nin made a break for it, but Ino had surprised everyone (including herself) by intercepting and catching him off guard with a fire jutsu in the face. It hadn't killed the nin and she'd gotten beaten up immediately afterwards, but her delay action had bought enough time for Asuma to catch up and knock the man out.

 

On their return to the Leaf, Tsunade had been pleasantly surprised and congratulated all of them. They'd killed four Sound-nins and because of Ino they had also gotten one of them alive for `interrogation' (read: Ibiki was very happy.) Though she acted smug on the outside when her teammates had questioned her about it, inwardly she was jumping around in joy at her accomplishment. Ino honestly hadn't made a conscious decision to go after the ninja, she had just done it (and nearly puked afterwards when the adrenaline high left.) Still, it was something she was proud of and maybe that creepy Ibiki would be able to `persuade' some valuable information out if the Sound-nin that would help Konoha. She couldn't wait to tell Kakashi and Sakura all about it.

 

In truth, Ino would have never pulled it off if she hadn't followed Kakashi's advice. The day after she and the jounin had talked in the cafeteria, she'd gathered up her savings and headed to the scroll shop he'd mentioned, where she bought anything that was useful. The shop owner had been a smart old man who knew a determined ninja when he saw one. He hadn't allowed her to buy the more advanced texts as she was still a genin, but he made up for it by pointing out which scrolls and books were useful and which were garbage (that he kept in stock just to make some extra money of wannabes.) The old man had wholeheartedly agreed with every text on Kakashi's list. He was so impressed with the notes the jounin and Ino had collectively written, that he let her get away with buying one higher level gen-jutsu scroll (“On the condition you use it on those damn snake freaks that trashed my shop during the invasion!”) The old fart was forward, sharp, and took no crap, even from upper level shinobi.

 

Obviously he and Ino got along just fine.

 

Ino had been so excited that she'd spent all of her free time reading through the texts she bought. She took time away from studying only to go on missions or visit the hospital. She even read while working in the flower shop (much to the annoyance of her parents and the customers.) She read late into every night, stopping only when she finally fell asleep from exhaustion. It was a good thing Kakashi was always late or he would have waited several hours for Ino to show up as she overslept the day they were to meet. As it was, Ino was frantically worried that the copy-nin had already left and had paced around for ten minutes before she saw the jounin limping along down the path towards her. The first training session wasn't very productive, as Kakashi had only wanted to test her to see what she knew and how powerful she was (she was disappointed that even when exhausted and leaning on crutches, the jounin could still block her punches and kicks.) Afterwards, the Copy-Ninja understood why Ino wanted to get better so badly and said as much to her.

 

He was strangely unable to block the fist that followed his comment.

 

The next day, Kakashi had Ino do a tree climbing exercise using only her feet that helped build chakra control and stamina. The genin was pleased to note that she made it about twenty feet up before she had to drop back down. The copy-nin had `encouraged' her with the casual remark that Sakura had made it to the top on her first try. One hour later, Ino was lying exhausted on the ground, her kunai was dull and chipped, and the tree looked like a maniac had carved up its front with a chainsaw. Kakashi let her rest for another hour before teaching her a basic fire jutsu called Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu.

 

It took Ino quite some time to figure it out (mainly because Kakashi couldn't actually demonstrate it in his exhausted state), but by the end of the day she'd been able to pull it off. He'd told her to practice it every day to build up her chakra reserves. It was that same jutsu that she'd used on the Sound-nin and while she couldn't perform it perfectly yet, it was still strong enough to sear the man's head into a blistery cue-ball. Shikamaru and Chouji's expressions had been worth fending off the enraged enemy-nin afterwards. Though Kakashi might have already found out about the mission, she still couldn't wait to get his opinion on it (and maybe do a little bragging.) Hopefully, he was still taking up residence on the couch in Naruto's room.

 

Ino paused in her walk as an extra sharp tremor of pain rippled up her leg. And hopefully Sakura would be around to heal her leg and eye up.

 

Sakura's attitude had done a 180 as far as Naruto was concerned. Since she was in the hospital every other day anyways as part of her medical training, the pink-haired girl made sure to drop by every few hours and on her breaks. She would check up on Naruto and often chat with Kakashi for awhile before heading back to work. She and Ino were getting along a little better as well (read: their arguments were merely verbal, not physical.) That first night when Ino had found her in Naruto's room, it had taken the blonde a good hour to calm Sakura down. She'd finally walked the girl home, passing a mildly confused Kakashi in the hall. Sakura had even come over early the next morning to apologize for the fight the day before and they'd visited Naruto together. She'd even bought a daffodil to take with her, after Ino mentioned that she had gotten some flowers for the hospital room. They were laughing and chatting by the time they'd walked in there. It had felt almost like old times.

 

…Then Sakura had to ruin the peaceful mood by screaming at the sight of a `mutant anemone about to suck Naruto's brains out' sitting next to his bed. Needless to say, Ino was very upset that her bouquet had been mistaken for a toxic marine invertebrate. It was made worse by the fact that Sakura was deadly serious and even went so far as to draw a kunai to attack the thing, until Ino got her in a headlock. Apparently, the medic hadn't even noticed the eyesore the night before, between the lack of lighting and her worry over Naruto. The tensions weren't eased one bit by Kakashi, who was stifling giggles while pretending to be asleep at the same time. It was truly surprising that Naruto hadn't woken up during the ensuing argument, considering Ino and Sakura at top volume were theoretically loud enough to wake the dead.

 

They had certainly scared the hell out of poor Hinata when she opened the door on their squabble. The shy girl had jumped at the dark looks the fighting kunoichi had sent her way (which they promptly withdrew seeing who it was) and the only reason she hadn't run was her cousin's hand on her shoulder. Neji's stoic presence had calmed things a bit and the arguing girls had settled down. Well, at least until Neji's sharp eyes traced over the bouquet. Seeing the normally unflappable boy flinched and instinctively go for a kunai caused Sakura to burst out into mocking laughter again which, of course, caused Ino to start chocking her. They scuffle ground to a halt only when they heard a weak, “Naruto-kun,” and turned just in time to see Hinata pass out. It seemed the sight of the blonde boy's bandaged body was a bit too much for her to handle. Fortunately, Neji had superb reaction time and easily caught the girl before she hit the floor. He'd set Hinata's homemade `Get Well' card down on the side table and gave Naruto a solemn look before leaving, with his unconscious cousin draped over his shoulder.

 

Well, leave it to the blasted Hyuugas to kill a good cat fight. Three seconds after saying that, Kakashi found out first hand just how far Sakura's training under Tsunade had progressed when he was violently introduced to her fist.

 

Over the next couple days, the rest of the Rookie 9 had dropped by and visited. Shikamaru and Chouji left a card they'd gotten together and gave Ino another set of curious looks when they saw her visiting (they seemed to be giving her a lot of those lately.) Kiba and Shino had each dropped by and even Tenten had stopped in to see him. Konohamaru and his two little friends had also come by as well, thought the Sandaime's grandson had to be dragged out when he became almost as hysterical as Lee when he saw his leader. Even the old man and his daughter from the Ichiraku Ramen Bar had visited. Ino was pretty surprised at the amount of people Naruto knew, considering the boy's habit of pissing off almost everyone he met. It was still heartwarming to see so many people worried about the fuzzy haired genin.

 

Sakura had taken the task of informing each visitor the extent of the blonde boy's injuries. That is to say, she told them all the `official' version of Naruto's condition. Tsunade had given them all orders that no one else was to know the full extent of the damage to his body. All they were allowed to tell people was that he'd been ambushed by Sound-nins and had taken a head injury that was keeping him unconscious. If people were aware of how severe his muscular destruction was and Naruto did recover from it, then it would raise a whole bunch of questions that the Hokage didn't want to give any answers to. Ino and Sakura merely assumed that it had to do with Naruto's weird healing factor and that maybe the Godaime wanted to keep it a secret, for some reason. Well, Tsunade is the supreme commander of the Leaf, so they didn't really protest the restriction.

 

It did make them curious though and they'd spent a couple hours pestering Kakashi with questions about Naruto's healing ability. The copy-nin hadn't given them any direct answers, but they did manage to figure out that Naruto had the ability for as long as the jounin had known him. Sakura, as a medic-nin, was especially interested in his healing factor. The pink-haired girl had never thought about it before, but looking back she remembered several instances where Naruto had recovered from severe injuries in days instead of weeks. She hadn't had practical medical knowledge then, but that she'd been trained in the field she was amazed that she had ever missed it. Sakura had even gone so far as to access the Bloodline records in the medical library to see if she could find any information on the ability. She and Ino had been disappointed that there was no mention of a regeneration type Limit, nor was any Uzumaki mentioned as having a Limit. Ino had then suggested that Sakura check the Uzumaki family records to see if the Bloodline came from an outside marriage. What Sakura found gave them a shock.

 

There was no Uzumaki clan. Period.

 

There was no one in Konoha, living or dead, that bore the same last name as Naruto. They hadn't really expected to find even his birth records, considering he was born during the Kyuubi's attack, but to find nothing was startling. And kind of creepy. Even the other children orphaned by the Nine-Tails usually had a name, either from their destroyed clan or one that a foster family had given them. With Naruto, it seemed like someone had just pulled a word out a hat and slapped it on him. Sakura originally guessed he was from a different clan and no one had known which, but since none of the other clans had a healing ability, she couldn't figure out which one he'd come from. Assuming, of course, he was from any of the Konoha clans. It was like the boy had just appeared from thin air one October day fourteen years ago. Well, it didn't really change anything, but it would have been a nice coming-out-of-a-coma present to be able to tell Naruto a little about his family history. Oh well, they'd just have to get Kakashi to treat the boy to ramen when he woke up.

 

The jounin had visibly flinched when Sakura suggested that idea to him. Naruto's stomach was almost as infamous as his loud voice.

 

Ino glanced up as a large shadow blocked the warm, spring sunlight. The hospital was looming above her already. She grinned and rushed inside as fast as her bum leg would allow her. Between the shiner on her eye and the orange monstrosity she was holding, everyone she passed gave her some really strange looks. Of course, you aren't teammates for several years with an eating machine like Chouji without learning how to ignore people staring. Ino reached Naruto's room and was just pulling it open when she heard a deep, loud voice talking from the inside.

 

“-find a trace of the bastards anywhere. It's like they up and disappeared off the face of the planet,” It was saying.

 

“That's not good,” Kakashi's familiar lazy tone replied. There was a pause and he continued, “Ino-san, please come in and shut the door.”

 

Ino was too curious to be embarrassed at being caught eavesdropping. She slipped inside the room and quietly closed the door after her. The owner of the deep voice gave her an appraising and slightly lecherous look, before turning back to Kakashi. Oddly, the strangely dressed man didn't even blink at the sight of her bouquet.

 

“Anyways, somehow they not only found out I was spying on them but they also managed to feed me false information through several different and normally reliable sources,” Jiraiya continued. Ino walked over to Naruto's bed and started replacing the flowers, not even hiding the fact that she was listening in. She figured that if one of the Sannin and the Copy-Ninja were openly talking about it in front of her, it either wasn't classified or they didn't mind her knowing.

 

“Did you find out how many of your contacts have been compromised?” Kakashi asked. Ino took note that his eye was unusually serious as she crossed the room to pitch the old flowers. She also took the opportunity to give Jiraiya a once over. The man was very tall and had snow-white hair in an odd spiky style that ran down his back in a long horse tail. He didn't wear a Konoha forehead protector, but rather some odd horned plate with an unusual symbol on it. His robes were outlandish and his face had two bright crimson streaks running from each eye to underneath his chin. He seemed powerful, flashy, and loud.

 

No wonder Naruto had wanted this guy to train him.

 

“No and that's what worries me. My spy network is one of the best and it's taken me twenty years to get it so strong. Even Orochimaru and his little nation of tone-deaf freaks can't keep tabs on them. If they,” The Sannin added a slight wink here,” can find even a handful of my spies, then they can find all of them. As it is, I don't know how much they know or if anything I know is what they want me to know. You know? I don't even have any idea how long this misinformation has been going on, so I can't even trust the old info I gathered. They may have been fooling with me before the group was even founded.”

 

Ino sat on the couch, listening intently to every word the two ninjas were saying. What group are they talking about and how could they be so good that they were able to trick a Sannin?

 

“I don't think they've been messing with your information that far back,” Kakashi said. He scratched at his masked chin as he continued, “When I encountered two of their agents a couple years ago, I mentioned that we already knew about their group. I was just trying to bluff them, considering you hadn't been able to tell us much, but they were very surprised that they'd been found out. They were even about to kill me and two other jounin before Gai interfered and got them to back off. They probably started messing with your info after you, Naruto, and Sasuke encountered them. They probably figured it was you that told us. Unfortunate that they were right.”

 

Jiraiya `hmmd' thoughtfully and nodded.

 

“Makes sense. Itachi realized pretty quickly it was my spy network. If I remember correctly, my informants started telling me about the three year window soon after I brought Tsunade back. That'd be plenty of time for pretty-boy and shark-face to get back to their headquarters and inform their superiors I was onto them,” The Sannin said. He shrugged after a moment and said, “It doesn't really matter now. What's really important is that I figure out some sort of early warning that'll let us know if they come after the brat again.”

 

Ino's guts froze as adrenaline started pumping into her veins. After Naruto? Then they're talking about the bastards who attacked him. It took all her willpower to keep from jumping up and demanding answers, but the thought of them kicking her out and not learning anything else killed that urge quickly.

 

`Chill out, Yamanaka. They're deliberately letting you listen in, so just sit back and pay attention,' She told herself. The genin leaned forward, but controlled her breathing so as to not appear too eager. She'd remember that name, though.

 

Itachi.

 

“Have you found exactly what they want him for?” Kakashi asked, his expression relaxing to neutral.

 

“No,” Jiraiya shook his head. “At least, I haven't learned anything beyond what we already knew. We know why they want him, but not what their ultimate goal is. I told Tsunade everything I knew about the freaks and she'd sent a warning to the Kazekage. If they went after Naruto, they might go after their kid too.”

 

Ino was slowly beginning to realize that the older shinobi were deliberately censoring their words. It annoyed her that they were hiding something, but at the same time it was kind of impressive. They were telling each other everything they needed to while still keeping her in the dark. Maybe this was another of Kakashi's lessons. The jounin may have allowed her in the room to give her an example of `reading underneath the underneath.'

 

“So what'll you do now?” Kakashi asked.

 

“I'm heading out to one of our allies to see if I can pick up a fresh trail. It may take some time, but I hope to have some genuine info soon,” Jiraiya replied.

 

“How're you keeping in touch?” The jounin asked curiously. “Not messenger birds, I hope.”

 

“Nah, too predictable. Behold!” He suddenly bellowed, making the other two shinobi jump. The Sannin quickly bit his hand, wiped the blood on the palm, and slammed it into the floor. “Summoning no Jutsu!”

 

Both Ino and Kakashi leaned forward eagerly to see what would come out of the smoke that appeared (being typical ninja, they loved to see new moves and totally ignored the hazard that performing a summoning in the middle of a hospital would represent.) Their faces noticeable dropped at the small frog that hopped out.

 

“Yo! Gimme some food if you want me to do anything,” Said the small, red-orange frog sitting calmly on the floor. It squawked in dismay when Jiraiya hefted it up onto his broad shoulder.

 

“A little chakra here, a little blood there, and bam! Instant messenger. No one would suspect a frog of carrying an important message,” The aptly named Toad Hermit said, grinning at his own brilliance.

 

“I wonder why?” Ino muttered sarcastically. After seeing Gamabunta in all his amphibian glory, this little thing was just…disappointing. Frog and summoner alike bristled at the implied insult.

 

“I'll have you know, little missy, that a large enough toad can cover hundreds of yards in a single hop!” Jiraiya retorted. In direct counterpoint, the little frog suddenly jumped from his shoulder towards the bed. He barely managed to cling to the side as he dragged himself up and over the sheets to hop up to Naruto's chest. Jiraiya sweat-dropped at the sight and ignored Ino's `Uh-huh, Tell Me Another One' look.

 

“Ah! Big Bro! What the hell happened to you?!” The toad yelled in dismay. Ino blinked. Well, add puny frogs to the circle of people Naruto knew.

 

“Didn't Gamabunta tell you about it, Gamakichi?” Jiraiya asked, forgetting about Ino for the moment.

 

“Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually let him get busted up! What kind of Sannin are you?” The toad replied, glaring at his summoner.

 

“Oh shut up! What kind of summon back-talks to its summoner?!” Jiraiya roared. Gamakichi merely raised one webbed foot and pulled his lower eyelid down.

 

“Stupid sennin!”

 

“Crappy summon!”

 

“Whatever, I'm outta here. Pops says to let one of us know if Big Bro gets better. He also says you better run if he doesn't,” Gamakichi said and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Jiraiya grumbled to himself for several moments about ungrateful toads and breech of contract, before turning to Kakashi.

 

“Anyways, as you can see I have ways of keeping in touch,” The hermit said. Kakashi only responded with a sweat-drop. Shaking his head, Jiraiya walked out the door muttering about clueless shinobi who didn't understand the glorious wonder that was toads.

 

There were several moments of silence following the Sannin's departure. Finally Ino turned to the copy-nin.

 

“Well, he's an interesting kind of guy,” She said with amusement. Kakashi just sighed. And to think that man was the author of the beautiful work of art that was Icha Icha Paradise.

 

“Hmm, oh well. So what did you get from all of that,” He asked, turning his attention to the genin on the couch.

 

“Let's see,” Ino said, wrinkling her forehead in thought. “I figured you let me in here on purpose as a training exercise. The group Jiraiya was talking about is the same one that attacked Naruto, obviously. They're after Naruto for a specific reason, which you only know part of and that you don't want me to know at all. The attack came as a surprise, which is why the Hokage is only now warning the Sand. Apparently, there's someone in their village that has a connection or similarity to Naruto that may attract the interest of this group as well. You guys are worried, `cause they've managed to find out about and fool a long established and skilled spy network. They turned a Sannin's own spies against him and now you're concerned that all the information on them is faulty or some sort of deception. So this group is dangerous as hell. How's that?”

 

Kakashi nodded, “Good, good. You got everything I hoped you would. Though it's usually not a big deal with genin when you advance to chuunin and higher, information gathering become very important. Even more important is the skill to hide your information from the enemy while at the same time passing on what you want to an ally. It'll be hard for you now, but you'll catch on quick. Good job, Ino-san.”

 

“Thanks Hatake,” Ino replied, a light smirk on her face.

 

“So…You going to tell me how you got busted up?” Kakashi prompted, a glint of amusement in his eye.

 

Ino grinned and began to go over her mission in detail to the attentive jounin.

 

***

 

Sakura grimaced at the knot of pain in her neck as she leaned away from her desk. No wonder medics looked so terrible when they got older. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, idly looking around the small office. Being the Hokage's apprentice had some perks and a personal working space was one of them. Granted, the room was small and she had to leave the door open during the summer because of the heat, but it had a desk, some cabinets, a couple chairs, and a window that looked out onto the pretty hospital courtyard. It was more than most medics her age could brag.

 

It gave her a place to eat lunch privately or to do some medical research without being disturbed. It wasn't uncommon for Shizune-san or Tsunade-sama to find her in here up to her neck in semi-pilfered scrolls, working on some pet project that had caught her interest. She'd researched anti-venoms, bone deterioration, nerve damage, and even muscular structure (after one of Lee's diehard training sessions went bad.) The muscular data was still fresh in her mind from the last time she'd researched it and gave her a head start on her current project.

 

The healing factor of her ex-teammate, Naruto.

 

She'd used all of her authority as a chuunin (which sadly wasn't too much, but it was better than a genin's) to drag up Naruto's thin medical folder and all the information she could find on cellular regeneration. Unfortunately, she had found little to work with. Naruto had only been hospitalized twice before and one of those times had been from simple exhaustion just before the Sound invasion. The records of his injuries from the mission to go after Sasuke when the boy left (she refused to call it defection in her mind) had been deemed classified, probably by Tsunade herself. There was no practical data on Naruto's healing factor. What's more, the only recorded abilities that were anything like regeneration were of some weird clan from the Mist Village called the Kaguya and they were all destroyed some time ago.

 

They had the ability to alter and regenerate bone tissue with ease. They could even remove bones them from their bodies right out through their flesh, which healed up instantly. However, external damage inflicted upon them by their enemies wasn't repaired the same way, which wasn't like Naruto's ability at all. Of course, all this information was all gathered from outside observation, so the Leaf records weren't certain, but it still seemed to have little resemblance to her teammate's body.

 

Sakura had been able to find some jutsu that had similar properties to the healing factor, like Tsunade's Genesis Seal, but from she could tell all of those techniques damaged the cells of the body in the long run. Every time a cell divided, the DNA was damaged slightly, causing small irregularities and errors to build up over time. Normally it was a slow process, but when forcibly accelerated, the damage increased drastically to the point where it noticeable shortened the user's lifespan. That was the limitation for jutsu that forced regeneration and one of the reasons why most were considered kin-jutsu. Normal healing jutsu left scars, but they don't cut years off one's life as they merely encouraged the body to speed up its own repair work.

 

What really interested Sakura, was that Ino had said Tsunade herself believed Naruto's body didn't heal like either regeneration or healing jutsu. Not only could the boy regenerate body tissue with ease, but there was no damage left behind afterwards, whether in the form of a scar or on the cellular level. He'd be able to live out a natural lifespan no matter how often he got himself busted up, unless something killed him immediately. The possibilities of such an ability were amazing. Sakura also believed that since it was linked to chakra use, there was the chance that it might work for someone else. If more shinobi could heal themselves like Naruto, then the Leaf would gain a major edge against their enemies.

 

Of course, Sakura had to figure out how the damn thing worked first. Between the lack of records and the fact that Naruto was currently healing at a normal human rate, her research wasn't going very well. She was also getting a headache from Inner Sakura yelling, “Duh!” inside her head. It was pretty embarrassing that she'd worked with Naruto for half a year before his training trip and she'd never once noticed that he had such a powerful ability, despite all the blatant clues otherwise.

 

The more Sakura thought about it, the more little details kept popping up from her memories. There was that time in Wave Country that they all thought he'd be down for days after over training and he'd shown up to the fight perfectly refreshed. He'd been cut up as bad as Sasuke from that Haku guy/chick's needle attacks, but where her dark-haired teammate needed at least a week to recover from the wounds and fake-death, Naruto had been without injury and bouncing around the next day like nothing had happened at all. That was weird, but nobody seemed to think much of it so she'd put it out of her mind (read: Sasuke hadn't thought of it and he never missed anything, so she didn't think anything was weird about it either.) It was the chuunin exams that really caused Inner Sakura to go haywire.

 

Naruto had been cut across the cheek by one of the examiners and it had been deep enough to need butterfly strips put over it. The cut was gone by the end of the day. It was right in front of them the whole time and neither she nor Sasuke had noticed a thing (read: Sasuke was thinking too much about Orochimaru's seal and Sakura was thinking too much about Sasuke.) For Kami's sake, Sasuke had used the cut to find an imposter! It was downright embarrassing. Most obvious of all would be the day of the chuunin finals. All of Naruto's chakra points had been sealed by Neji and he was still able to beat both him and the transformed Gaara. Sakura had treated people injured by Hyuugas before and she knew first hand that while chakra points will heal naturally, it would take them many days or even weeks to fully recover. Naruto should have been immobile for at least six days after that. She didn't know how she could have missed it, but now that she knew about the ability, it had her fascinated like any self-respecting medic. If Naruto's inner coils stabilized, then she'd be able to watch it as it worked, hopefully. Whenever the hell that happened.

 

Even unconscious, Naruto retained the ability to frustrate her.

 

Sakura sighed and put her scrolls away, before leaving her room and locking it. Today had been training with the Hokage in the morning, so she didn't have to make any rounds in the hospital. That gave her some free time to check on Naruto again. True, she was fascinated by his healing ability, but she also worried about him and it reassured her to check in on him often, even if it was a bit silly. It was also nice to talk to Kakashi, who was only now recovering fully from his chakra exhaustion. He was still hanging around the hospital room most of the time, though he was supposed to be going back on active duty tomorrow and an ANBU guard would soon be assigned to take over his post. She wanted to see the jounin again before he left on his missions. He'd be gone for lord only knows how long and who knew when she'd get to see him again. Ino would probably be in too, as the blonde girl made sure to see Naruto once a day and often kept Kakashi company for several hours after that if she had no missions to go on.

 

Sakura was actually surprised that her quick-tempered friend got along so well with the laid back, semi-perverted Copy-Ninja. It was still a little odd to walk in on the two discussing various shinobi related topics. She was slightly jealous, as Kakashi seemed to have opened up more to Ino than he ever had with Team 7. Then again, who knew the reason behind that? Despite his personality, Kakashi was as mysterious as a deep, cold mountain-lake and only he truly knew what his motives were. Still, Ino beating her in anyway was quite annoying, even if they were getting along better and there wasn't any actual competition.

 

Sakura pushed her thoughts aside as she stepped out of the stairwell and onto the IC floor.

 

Walking down the fourth floor, the medic idly noted the strange looks on the faces of the medics and nurses stationed there. Ever since Naruto came in, the entire IC ward had been acting twitchy. Literally. At least three people had suddenly developed overnight facial tics, two people had resigned their duties, and everyone jumped or flinched when someone said `Hokage' or `Tsunade.' Sakura wasn't sure why the medical staff of the IC ward was suddenly so terrified of her mentor, but it might have something to do with the odd display that had been put in the staff lounge of the floor.

 

A life-sized, human model (the plastic kind with removable organs) was hanging by its neck from the ceiling with several kunai rammed up its butt. The fact that the dummy had no natural orifice there hadn't deterred the vandal in the slightest. Sakura had been appalled at the sight, but when she'd suggested they take it down before Tsunade saw it the staff present had turned a sickly shade of white and politely declined. It was getting kind of creepy with the nurses constantly looking all over the place like hunted animals and muttering, “Supreme Tai-jutsu Technique,” all the time. And when Tsunade actually set foot in the ward the staff looked so nervous that the chuunin half expected them to puke. Sakura didn't know the connection between the dummy and her mentor and she seriously didn't want to know.

 

Tsunade was scary enough as it is without that kind of mental image.

 

Finally reaching Naruto's door, Sakura pulled it open just in time to hear, “-so I threw a smoke bomb at him, got in front of him, and then I torched the bastard's face with that Katon jutsu you taught me. I thought Shikamaru and Chouji were going to pass out. It was great!”

 

Sakura frowned, a little puzzled as she stepped inside and closed the door. Ino was talking excitedly to Kakashi, waving her hands every now and then to emphasize a point. The jounin appeared to be his usual lazy self, but the medic had known him long enough to know that he was actually very interested in the blonde's story. Sakura pushed down another irrational surge of jealousy. The only other genin Kakashi had been so attentive towards was Sasuke and even then he had been more reserved towards the Uchiha survivor. Of course, Sasuke's arrogance made it hard to open up to him, so that wasn't really an accurate comparison. Either way, it annoyed her that Ino had somehow gotten the mysterious `Copy-Cat Kakashi' to open up more in a week and a half than he had towards her in the entire two years she'd known him.

 

“And then what? I take it that didn't beat him?” Kakashi asked, as he gave Sakura a glance and nod in greeting. The medic walked past him towards Naruto's bed, deliberately ignoring Ino (though even Inner Sakura admitted it was childish.) She was just about to start the standard diagnostic jutsu on the blonde's prone form when the other blonde present gave a response that stopped her in her tracks.

 

“Err, no. Actually, I got the shit beat out of me before Asuma-sensei knocked him out. I hurt him pretty badly, but I still couldn't beat him in the end. Still, a bum leg's worth a captured enemy, right?” Ino replied, disappointment and pride both making an odd combination in her voice.

 

“Hmm, well hopefully Ibiki-san wi-”

 

“You WHAT?” Sakura shrieked, totally drowning out Kakashi's response. The other two shinobi looked up at her in surprise. Ino's “What the Well Is Your Problem” glare was weakened by the fact that her right eye was swollen almost entirely shut and ranged in colors from blue to purple to greenish-yellow. It looked like it hurt like a bitch. “Kami-sama! What happened?”

 

“I just said what happened, Forehead. I got an enemy-nin and he got me back,” Ino said in her usual sharp voice. “I'd rather be me than him though. That crazy scarred guy from the exams looked very happy to get his hands on a Sound-nin.”

 

“I imagine he did. I wouldn't be surprised if he thanked you in the next couple of days,” Kakashi said thoughtfully. Sakura held back a wince at the memory of Ibiki's head and what kind of horrors the man was probably unleashing on his `guest' that very instant. Ignoring the shiver crawling up her spine, she walked over to sit on the couch next to Ino and turned her friend's face towards her.

 

“Hmph. Don't get so proud just because you caught an enemy, Pig. You still got beat up. If Asuma hadn't been there…” Sakura muttered as she made a few seals and pressed her glowing fingers onto the bruised flesh. Ino cut off her instinctive sarcastic retort. The medic's voice was sharp with worry rather condescension. She winced at the sharp finger on her damaged skin, but relaxed as the healing chakra flowed into flesh and began to mend it back together. She had to admit it felt pretty good. Sakura could make a killing if she ever became a masseuse.

 

“Well, I thought it was worth it,” Ino replied. Her eye could already open on its own now. Looking towards Kakashi, she asked, “You think we'll get anything useful out of him?”

 

“Oh, Ibiki-san will get everything out of him, I assure you. Whether it's useful or not, that's another story,” The jounin replied as he leaned back and scratched his masked chin. “What rank is he?”

 

“He was the leader, so I'm guessing chuunin at least. Though, who knows with the Sound what kind of info they give that rank. He wasn't one of those curse seal freaks that Shikamaru told me about, though,” Ino said, enjoying the lack of burning pain in her face. Sakura seemed almost done with the jutsu already.

 

“Hmm, then he probably wasn't told much then. No matter, something is better than nothing and even if he doesn't think it's useful, we may be able to figure out part of Orochimaru's plans from the information he gives up. Reading underneath the underneath and all that,” Kakashi said. His eye narrowed thoughtfully as he asked, “Why did they attack you anyways?”

 

Ino snorted in anger, almost dislodging Sakura's fingers.

 

“The arrogant shits actually said that it was open season on any Leaf-nins found outside of Fire Country! They said it was something about `teaching the old hag a lesson in humility.' What the hell is that all about? So they can go anywhere they please and we can't just cause some arrogant traitor says so?” The blonde girl snarled. Sakura pulled away her hands.

 

“All done, though it'll still be a little sore for a few days. Where else are you hurt?” The medic questioned, seemingly ignoring her friend's heated statement. In truth, she was angered by it as well. Not only had the bastard stolen Sasuke from her, but now he was openly hunting her comrades. The image of Inner Sakura dancing around a bonfire holding a pike with Orochimaru's head on it managed to bring a slight smile to her face.

 

“He kicked my knee almost entirely out of place, but I held up against him enough that he couldn't do anything else until Asuma-sensei got there,” Ino replied. She sighed in relief when Sakura started healing her leg as well. It had gotten worse walking to the hospital to the point that she'd planned on having it looked at anyways if she hadn't run into her friend. She looked up at Kakashi, who was visibly displeased with her news. “Well, Hatake? I think it's the most stuck-up bullshit I've ever heard, what about you?”

 

The jounin sighed before replying, “There are several layers to Orochimaru's declaration, from what I can tell. Overall, this weakens the Leaf's position. He can sit back and let his cronies pick off our shinobi bit by bit and weaken our forces over time. Eventually, we won't have enough ninja to perform out of country missions. We'll be effectively corralled into our own territory and be little more than sitting ducks without active intelligence. His declaration will also hurt us financially, as clients will be reluctant to hire us if every Leaf-nin is targeted automatically. It's bad enough dealing with the expected opposition during a mission, but having an outside force actively hunting for you will make most people think twice about coming to us when they have better odds of getting the job done with another Hidden Village.”

 

“But can't we just do the same and kill every Sound-nin we find?” Ino asked, feeling her earlier elation fade at this news. She was surprised when Kakashi and Sakura shook their heads `no.'

 

“We don't have the forces. Between the double assault of the Sand and Sound during the invasion, we lost almost half our forces,” Sakura answered even as she worked on Ino knee. “We had to shut down the academy for a year just to keep up with our mission requests. We're still only at about 60-65 percent of our original active shinobi. Even with fresh genins graduating, we just can't build our forces up fast enough.”

 

“Exactly,” Kakashi jumped in. “Leaf-nins come from the youngest generation in Konoha and some of the other villages in Fire Country. Orochimaru, on the other hand, takes in missing-nins from other countries to form his ranks. They're mostly cannon-fodder, but even if they're weak a large group of them can overwhelm stronger shinobi. Orochimaru can afford to lose three nins for every one of ours he kills. He has a large and near constant supply to replenish his forces. We don't.”

 

Ino grimaced and asked, “What other part of his little plan hurts us?”

 

“Psychological warfare,” Sakura answered as she stood up to get a knee brace from one of the cupboards. As she turned around, she saw the other shinobi looking at her strangely. “What?”

 

“You just seem to know an awful lot about military strategy, Forehead,” Ino replied, raising her freshly healed eyebrow in question.

 

Sakura flushed slightly as she replied, “Well I am the Hokage's apprentice. I hear a lot of stuff when I'm at the Tower.”

 

“Reeeeally,” Kakashi drawled in amusement. He chuckled when Sakura's blush darkened, but sobered a moment later. “Unfortunately, Sakura is exactly correct. With his declaration, Orochimaru has bolstered his image in front of his own people while at the same time putting pressure on us. Leaf-nins will be more paranoid and nervous from now on when leaving Fire Country, which can lead to panic and mistakes. They'll also have a false sense of security within our own borders. Both of these mind sets will be easily taken advantage of by a sennin as experienced as Orochimaru.”

 

Ino frowned and said, “Shit.”

 

“I couldn't agree more,” Sakura muttered. She changed the subject by gesturing for Ino to stretch her leg out. “You had a small, hairline fracture at the lower end of your femur. I healed most of it and got rid of the swelling, but you should wear this brace for at least three or four days. Make sure you don't do anything strenuous for awhile and it'll be fine.”

 

Ino gave her friend a grateful smile as the medic slid the brace up her leg and strapped it down over the bandages that were already covering her limb.

 

“Not bad, Forehead. Keep it up and you'll be Chief Medic someday,” She said as she stood and took a few experimental steps, testing her weight on her leg. She was pleased to find that there was no pain at all. Still, she wouldn't be able to go tree-walking later that evening like she'd been planning. Oh well, she'd just keep practicing her new fire jutsu. She could already perform it a couple more times than when she'd first learned it and was really proud of herself. She hadn't gotten far with her gen-jutsu, but Kakashi had advised she build up control and stamina before she started in on that anyways. The blonde turned and gave a genuine smile to her friend. “Thanks, Sakura.”

 

“Hmph. You can thank me by being more careful in the future,” The medic grumbled as she sat down on the couch. There was no heat to her words though. Ino sat down next to her, just as Kakashi stood up and walked to the door.

 

“Hey Hatake, where're you going?” The genin asked. The Copy-Ninja paused just as he was opening the door.

 

“I want to go ask Tsunade a couple questions and see if Ibiki-san has gotten anything useful yet,” He replied.

 

Ino nodded and asked, “We still on Saturday?”

 

Sakura blinked in surprise at her friend as Kakashi shrugged.

 

“I think so, but since I'm back on active duty tomorrow, I have to start going on missions again. My backlog may take awhile to clear up,” The jounin said.

 

“Fine, but let me know if you're in town so I don't wait three hours thinking your late,” Ino retorted. Kakashi gave her an eye-smile and nodded before disappearing out the door. The genin closed her eyes and leaned back with a satisfied smirk on her face, only to be interrupted by Sakura's `ahem.'

 

“What, Forehead?” Ino grumbled, cracking an eye open at her rival. Sakura was glaring at her with her arms crossed and with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Well?” When her friend raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Well, what?” Sakura prompted, “What are you meeting Kakashi-sensei for? You've been awfully friendly with him since Naruto was brought in. He's taught you a jutsu and now you're meeting him on the weekend. What's going on?”

 

Ino merely gave an amused smirk at the obvious confusion and jealously in her friend's voice. Sakura mistook the `I Know Something You Don't' grin for an `I've Been Doing Something Naughty and I Like It' grin.

 

The medic gasped and exclaimed, “Kami-sama! You're having an affair with him! Y-You…Pig!”

 

Ino burst out laughing at the statement and her friend's expression.

 

“And they say blondes are dumb,” She said, haughtily grinning at her.

 

Sakura's forehead got a confused wrinkle that Ino found very cute as she asked, “You're…not having an affair?”

 

The genin snorted and replied, “Of course not, you ditz. I like Hatake, but he's too much of a flake to get involved with.”

 

The medic's confusion slowly faded, only to be replaced by a look of annoyance.

 

“So why are you hanging around him so much?” Sakura asked. Ino didn't think `Annoyed Sakura' was anywhere near as cute as `Confused Sakura,' but it was still worth it to tease her.

 

“That's…” She paused, causing her friend to lean forward in anticipation. Ino smirked and said the one thing sure to start a fight. “None of your business, Big-Forehead.”

 

Amidst the ensuing scuffle and outraged shrieks, neither girl glanced over at the only permanent occupant of the room. If they had, they would have noticed something unusual. If Sakura had started her diagnostic jutsu earlier, she would have definitely noticed something strange. But she hadn't and neither of the girls even glanced at the blonde boy lying on the bed, totally missing something odd.

 

Naruto's hand twitched.

 

The kunoichi were oblivious to the boy's first action in almost two weeks. They were also unaware of the strange things happening in his head right at that moment.

 

Most of all, they were completely ignorant that things were about to drastically change again.

 

***

 

His eyes slowly slid open, as the sounds of dripping water echoed into his ears. Almost immediately, his eyes closed again. Fighting against the heavy, burning feeling that seemed to be pushing his eyelids closed, he slowly managed to force them open and keep them open. For a long time, he simply stared at the dingy ceiling above him. Finally, he struggled to sit up. It took much longer than he expected. He felt sore and sluggish all over, not at all like he usually did. It took him a bit of time to finally sit up all the way and when he did it was all he could do not to fall back over. He settled for leaning his chest against his knees as he rested.

 

`What the hell? Where am I?' Uzumaki Naruto thought as he took stock of his surroundings. He was sitting in a long, dark hallway. It looked like an underground maintenance tunnel of some sort, with rusty pipes running along the ceiling and water dripping to the floor. If it actually was a service tunnel, then it would be in violation of at least a dozen safety codes. As it was, it was just proof that Naruto's mind was in sore need of cleaning. How one actually went about cleaning a mind, he had no idea.

 

`Shit, what am I doing back here? Last thing I remember was being in the forest and then…'

 

Naruto's face twisted in a grimace as memories of the Akatsuki ambush assaulted him. Burning shame rose up in him at his defeat, but he forced it back down using cold logic he had learned from Jiraiya.

 

`Nothing I could have done. They were stronger and I was already out of chakra. Then that seal thing hit me and even the fox couldn't help.'

 

Naruto's head snapped up. The fox. Maybe the Kyuubi could tell him what had happened. More importantly, what that weird thing had done to him. If he hurt this bad inside his own head, then how bad was he injured on the outside?

 

The boy stiffly moved onto all fours as he slowly tried to get to his feet. It didn't work very well, as he slipped and fell forward. Instinctively, he threw a hand out to catch himself, only to have it land in a dark puddle on the floor. As his hand touched the cold liquid, Naruto's eyes shot open wide as-

 

“-an't have himbecoming a shino-”

 

“-play with me? Pleas-”

 

“-ou are the Kyuubi!!”

 

“-et out of here, demo-”

 

“-ilthy demon. Should've kill-”

 

“-way from my child, demon!”

 

“-emon.”

 

“Demo-”

 

“Demon.”

 

“Demon!”

 

“DEMON!”

 

Naruto screamed and jerked his hand back. He rolled back away from the puddle and clenched his hand to his chest. His arm was so cold it went numb and shaky little whimpers leaked out of the boy. Memories of his childhood flooded into him, the cold stares, the heated whispers, the loneliness, it all came rushing back at once. He couldn't force it from his mind, the images taunting him like specters. A terrible, empty darkness began growing around him as even his tormentors grew distant. Even they were ignoring him. He was alone again. Alone.

 

Fear grew in him, dark and powerful. The puddle swelled around him, flooding the hall and leaving him on an island that was rapidly shrinking. He tried to squirm away from the painful memories swimming beneath the surface of the water, but he was surrounded on all sides. Huddling down in the center of the island, he gritted his teeth as the first freezing drops began to soak through his clothes and onto his skin.

 

“I'm not alone! I have people who see me! They acknowledge me! Iruka-sensei! The old geezer! Ba-chan! Ero-sennin!” Naruto screamed out before he even realized what he was doing. It didn't work. The water was brushing him on all sides now, numbing him through his clothes. He gritted his teeth and drew up all his strength, determination, and bull-headed stubbornness.

 

“They care about me! I have a family! I'm not alone! They're my FAMILY!!” He roared, not even knowing why he was screaming nor was he consciously aware of forming the words he screamed.

 

Instantly, the water evaporated around him as if it had never been there. The feeling slowly returned to his body and he was able to uncurl from the ball he had wrapped himself into. Naruto lay on his back, gasping as if he'd gone twenty miles at a dead-run. Slowly, he forced himself into a sitting position and let his head hang as he regained his strength. He looked up, his sharp blue eyes noticing the total lack of water anywhere in his sight range. Rolling onto his hands and knees again, the boy crawled to a wall and slowly forced himself upright. Still panting, he leaned back against it and managed to choke out one sentence.

 

“What the fuck was that?”

 

At least he wasn't sleepy anymore, he ruefully noted. Pushing himself off the wall, Naruto staggered a few steps, noticing that even if he wasn't drowsy, he was still bone tired. He glanced down both ways of the corridor he stood in. The shadows seemed unnaturally thick both ways, like there was a circle of faint light that surrounded him. He could only see roughly ten feet in either direction and from what he could tell it was basically the same either way. Lacking any sense of direction in his mind, Naruto just picked a path and started walking.

 

Disappearing into the shadows of his own mind, Naruto lamented over the fact that he'd ever bothered to wake up.

 

***

 

“Ino…Hey, Ino. Pig, wake up!”

 

Ino jerked awake, nearly falling onto the floor. She blearily looked up her pink-haired rival, trying to figure out what was going on. The way Sakura was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at her reminded her of- Ah, there it was. Their argument. After their squabble, Sakura had wandered off to other parts of the hospital to do whatever it is that medics do. Ino had been sitting on the couch thinking that the window had a nice view of the forest when… She must have dozed off. Well, at least she hadn't drooled on herself. The blond girl yawned and sat up on the couch, before looking up at her friend.

 

“What do you want, Forehead?” Ino grumbled, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes.

 

Sakura rolled her eyes and said, “I thought you might want to get some dinner at the cafeteria.”

 

Dinner? But it was still pretty early in the afternoon. Glancing out the window, Ino noticed with some surprise that it was actually getting later into evening. The sun had gotten much closer to the horizon than when she'd last looked out over the forest. Her stomach rumbled a little, supporting the argument that it was dinnertime.

 

“Damn, I didn't even think I'd fall asleep,” The genin muttered, as she stood up. Ino stretched and then twisted her head from side to side, loudly cracked her neck. Sakura shuddered at the sound and glared at her friend.

 

“Do you have any idea how nasty that is?” She hissed. Ino snorted and walked over towards Naruto's bed.

 

“Wimp,” She casually replied as she looked at the boy. “How do you think he's doing?”

 

“Bitch,” Sakura grumbled as she picked up the chart at the foot of the bed. “Seems like he's doing okay. Well, he's not getting any worse at least. The chart says that his chakra coils are stabilizing some, though who knows how long it'll be before they're back to normal. Still, it's progress.”

 

“I see,” Ino quietly said, staring down at the comatose boy. Sakura set the chart back in place before tugging on her friend's dress.

 

“Come on, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten for hours and I'm starved!” She said, deliberately keeping her tone upbeat. Her attempt didn't work as well as Naruto's would have, but it still brought a small smile to Ino's face.

 

“Like you need any more mass going to that forehead of yours,” The genin replied with a smirk. She ducked out of the room quickly, laughing at the stormy look on Sakura's face. If the medic had looked back at the exact moment she rushed out of the room, she would have noticed Naruto's face twitch. As it was, she totally missed it. Understandable, since she was busy chasing Ino down the hall.

 

Funny how things work out like that.

 

***

 

Naruto stood in the corridor of his mind, staring down at the inky black obstacle blocking his way. Soon after he'd started walking, he came to this place where his path was cut off by a large puddle of black water. His earlier experience made him understandably wary at having any sort of contact with the fluid. Unfortunately, it looked like the only way he could progress further was to cross it. The puddle was about twenty feet long and covered the floor wall to wall. It was jet black and there was a slight disturbance on its surface, almost like it was humming. Very small ripples moved across it, hinting at some unknown agitation. He seriously did not want to go anywhere near the stuff.

 

Naruto glanced at the walls and the ceiling. His body was still sluggish and he couldn't sense his chakra in anyway, so it was unlikely he could stick to the walls to cross. Besides, this was all inside his mind. He wouldn't be able to use chakra in here anyways. He frowned and carefully gauged his odds of success if he were to jump. He snorted. Feeling as shitty as he did, Naruto's odds of hopping this pool were about the same as Jiraiya becoming a monk.

 

Not going to happen.

 

Naruto turned and glanced back the way he came. He noted with dismay that his circle of light seemed to have shrunk on that side and the inky shadows were only a couple feet behind him. Something was encouraging him to move forward and it wasn't being very subtle about it. The boy shifted his attention back to the dark, creepy water in front of him. It seemed he had little choice but to walk across it, unless he wanted to sit here until he finally woke up for real. Kami only knows how long that would take.

 

“Creepy Puddle of Doom it is,” Naruto said loudly. What can he say? Making noise helps him think. So what could he expect from this nasty crap?

 

Alright, the ero-sennin was always on his case to think things through logically, so he'd give that a shot. Damn. Thinking was not his strong point. Still, Jiraiya had managed to get a few things through his skull the past couple years. Making a list of what he knew seemed like a good idea.

 

Naruto sat down on the floor cross-legged and starting ticking things off out loud.

 

“Alright, this stuff makes me see weird shit and it hurts like hell. Touching it is a bad thing.”

 

Okay, so maybe his list wasn't very long. But Naruto at least knew that the experience would be an unpleasant one. So how could he prepare himself? Well, the first set of memories faded when he screamed out the names of the people he loved, right? Or was it when he denied being alone? Or maybe it wa-

 

“Shit!” Naruto yelled and jumped to his feet. “Screw this! I'm just gonna do it. This thinking crap is too boring!”

 

With that, the boy marched right up to the edge of the puddle and stared down at the surface. Bracing himself for a terrible cold, he took a step into the water. To his utmost surprise, it was barely deep enough to get the bottom of his sandal-boot wet. It didn't even touch his exposed toes. He grinned in relief and took another step. Same thing happened.

 

“Ha! You can't beat me, Puddle of Doom!” Naruto yelled triumphantly as he took several more steps forward, still looking at his feet.

 

“You're loud, dobe.”

 

Naruto looked up from the dark water underneath him to see a large mass of the stuff rising up several feet in front of him. At first it looked like a black blob of jelly, but it quickly took shape and became a human figure.

 

A familiar human figure.

 

“Sasuke-bastard!” Naruto blurted out. The dark-haired boy in front of him opened his eyes and stared at him. “What the hell are you doing in my head, asshole?”

 

Sasuke didn't answer. He merely stared at the blonde shinobi. The boy looked exactly like he did the day he left, same outfit, hairstyle, everything. Well, the traitor wasn't smirking, which was weird, but aside from that he looked the same. They stood like that in silence for several long moments. To Naruto's impatient mind it felt like hours.

 

Finally, the blond boy demanded, “Aren't you going to say something? What the hell are you doi-”

 

“History lesson time, dobe,” Sasuke interrupted. Naruto jumped at the sudden animation of his rival. At least he intended to. His feet seemed stuck and wouldn't move no matter how hard he pulled. Pulling on his legs with his hands didn't help any either. He looked up at Sasuke and flinched. The boy had activated his Sharingan and was now sneering down at the blonde like he was some worthless insect. Naruto blinked. Was his rival getting taller? He looked down in panic.

 

No, he was sinking.

 

Jerking as desperately as a fly on adhesive paper, Naruto did his best to escape before the water touched his bare skin.

 

“Your best, dobe? Trying your hardest? Doesn't matter. Your best never has and never will compare to me,” Sasuke said, interrupting his rival yet again. Naruto opened his mouth to retort, but all that came out was an agonized scream as the floor dropped away and water rushed up his legs to mid-thigh.

 

Fuck, that burns.

 

This water wasn't cold, it was boiling hot! It seared every bit of Naruto's legs that it touched. Panic took over and he thrashed about trying to get away. He didn't even realize that his legs were now free to move, nor did he notice that he was moving deeper into the water and not out of it. Distracted by the agony, Naruto didn't even notice he was getting closer to Sasuke until his rival grabbed his head.

 

“You'll never learn, moron,” The pale boy muttered, maintained an iron grip on the other boy's blonde hair.

 

Then he shoved Naruto's face down into the water.

 

***

 

Ino screamed as she jerked awake. She thrashed about in her sheets for several moments before she realized that she wasn't actually being burned alive. The blonde girl sat up, panting as sweat ran down her entire body. Looking around, she realized she was in her room above the flower shop and it was still early in the evening. The twilight obscured most of her room from sight, but enough light came from the streetlamp outside that she could recognize the place even through the post-nightmare confusion.

 

Kami, why did her legs and face burn?

 

Gingerly, Ino reached up and prodded the flesh on her face, expecting the pain to worsen like it would have had it actually been burned. To her surprise, all she felt was smooth, sweaty skin. The pain didn't get worse, nor was there any physical sign of burns. She threw her sheets back and let her feet hang off the side of the bed, thankful she had left the window open before going to sleep that night. The cool, spring nighttime air felt wonderful on her throbbing limbs as she sat there with her head slumped forward.

 

A loud knock on her door make Ino jump and she quickly double checked to make sure she was dressed. She had torn her pajama bottoms off when she was thrashing about, but she still wore her over sized t-shirt and that was presentable enough.

 

“Ino-chan? Are you alright?” Her mother's voice came as the woman slid the door open. Ino blinked as the harsh glare from the hall shined into her room and across her bed.

 

“I'm fine, Mom,” She replied, holding her hand in front of her face to block some of the light. As if her head didn't hurt enough. “I just had a nightmare.”

 

“Oh. Are you alright, sweetie?” Her mother asked. “I thought you were being attacked. I've never heard you scream like that before.”

 

“Well, I've never had a dream like that before,” Ino grumbled in response, though it was mostly to herself.

 

“I see,” Her mother paused for a moment. “Do you want to talk about it?”

 

What could she say? `Mom, I had a really weird dream where I was being boiled alive and my body still hurts even now.' Yeah, that would go over real well.

 

“No, it's fine. I'm just going to take a quick shower and go back to sleep,” Ino said. She did not want to talk about this to an overprotective parent.

 

Her mother hesitated for a long moment, obviously reluctant to leave.

 

“Are you sure?” She asked, worry evident in her tone.

 

“Yes, Mom. I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow,” Ino replied, effectively cutting off the conversation. All she wanted to do was get under some cold water and go back to bed.

 

Her mother was silent for some time. Ino was beginning to fear her parent would never leave, when she finally said, “Alright. You go take shower and I'll change the sheets. If you change your mind tell me, okay?”

 

Ino started to protest, but cut herself off when she realized that she had soaked the bed in sweat. It wouldn't be pleasant trying to sleep on it like that. She nodded slowly and replied, “Okay. Thanks Mom. I'll see you in the morning.”

 

The blonde girl slowly dragged herself upright, her legs still hurting, and made her way past her mother and into the bathroom. Ino deliberately avoided the older woman's gaze, not wanting to give her parent more reason to worry in case her eyes were bloodshot to hell. She set up the shower and made damn sure it was cold before she got into it (if she developed a phobia to hot water because of some stupid, freaky dreams, heads would roll.) The water froze most of her, but to her face and legs it was pure heaven.

 

And then Ino was suddenly cold all over, rather than just the non-`burned' areas. The heat that had seemed saturated into her flesh just up and vanished in moments. Ino blinked and felt her face and legs in confusion. So now she was perfectly fine? Shivering, she adjusted the water till it was mildly warm and washed off quickly. She completely blocked any questions about what was going on from her mind. She'd deal with it later, when she had a full night of sleep.

 

By the time Ino stepped back into her room, her mother had already changed her sheets and left. She felt a little guilty about pushing her away, but her dream just wasn't something that was easily discussed. She quickly changed into fresh pajamas before she got into bed. Lying back, she made a mental note to thank her mother again in the morning for replacing her sheets. The cool cotton felt wonderful against her legs after all they'd been through in the last half hour.

 

Ino frowned as she stared up at her dark ceiling. That was just freaking weird. Her dreams had never affected her like that before. What the hell did it mean if what she felt in her nightmares carried over into the waking world. Were her dreams growing stronger? Was it just a fluke? Was she ever going to ignore this crap like she should and just go to sleep?

 

`Hmph, I'll just tell Hatake about it in a few days when we meet up. He'd better not be on a mission,' Ino thought to herself. Hopefully Kakashi would be able to help her figure out what was going on. He had advised her to observe her dreams and to take note of anything important happening inside them, but she couldn't really figure out what this one meant. Was one of her friends being burned alive, but only by their legs and face? If so, which one? Well, her last dream had been about…

 

Ino sat bolt upright in bed. Naruto? Was something happening to Naruto?

 

Even before the thought fully formed in her head, Ino was already shaking her head and lying back down. It couldn't be him. True, he got himself into a lot of trouble and he'd done some dumb things that had made her want to boil him alive, but he was in the Intensive Care ward of a hospital with an ANBU guard stationed outside. With how protective the Hokage was of the boy, there was no way anyone was going to allow harm to come to him. Besides, not even Naruto could get into trouble while lying in a coma.

 

…Right?

 

***

 

Pain was all Naruto knew. And agony. And torment. And Goddammit, it-hurts-it-hurts-it-hurts! Mostly though, he knew pain. His face was about to melt off, he was sure of it. In fact, he was surprised it hadn't already. Sasuke's iron grip wasn't budging an inch and Naruto found that no matter how hard he squirmed, he couldn't pull his face up from the black water it was immersed in. Even as he struggled, he could feel the memories coming up. They forced their way into his mind, twisting and roiling almost as if they were boiling instead of the water. The images assaulted his mind's eye even as the voices hammered into his skull.

 

“-ve become my closest frien-”

 

“-orth it to kill yo-”

 

“-lright, Scaredy-Ca-“

 

“-ike having a brot-”

 

“-lso want to fight you-”

 

“-SPECIALER THAN YO-“

 

“-on't understand what it's li-”

 

“-do you know about it, Dead-La-”

 

“-ust get better than m-”

 

“-moro-”

 

“-diot-”

 

“-ad-Las-”

 

“-dumb-ass-”

 

“-loser-”

 

“-dobe.”

 

“Dobe!”

 

“DOBE!”

 

A fire ignited inside Naruto that had nothing to do with the boiling water he was standing in. With an inarticulate roar of rage he shoved himself upwards, throwing Sasuke back as he did so. The burning pain was partially ignored as he sloshed towards his rival as the dark-haired boy stood back up on the surface of the water.

 

“You know what?! Fuck you, you stuck up, insecure little shit!” Naruto bellowed as he jabbed his finger into Sasuke's chest. He barely noticed that his hand sunk right into the Uchiha's body, with jelly-like water surrounding his fingers instead of flesh and blood. “I don't know what the hell is your problem, but you've been a selfish prick from day one! Where the hell do you get off judging me?! What god died and left you in charge?! Where the fuck does it say you're better than me?! Who says you're the better just `cause you're an Uchiha?! Answer me, you pasty-faced bastard!”

 

“Stupid little dobe, still pretending he's a big, bad ninja. I've always been better and I always will be. You're just a pathetic genin pretending he's somebody important,” Sasuke replied, pulling Naruto's arm out of his chest and shoving the other boy backwards. The blonde kept his balance and focused on his rage to keep the burning pain at bay. Sasuke kneeled on the water's surface and smirked down at him. Naruto was about to wipe the smug look off his face with his fist when something occurred to him.

 

“I've heard that before, but it wasn't you who said it,” He growled out. The burning was making it hard to think. “Kabuto said it to me while you were lying in a coma after your brother kicked your ass. How could you know that?”

 

Sasuke's face didn't change expression as he retorted, “Who cares if I said it or not? It doesn't change the fact that it's true. You still the same weak little boy you always were.”

 

“Weak, huh? Weren't you the one that nearly got his arm torn off by Itachi?” Naruto replied in an ice cold tone. Sasuke's face still didn't change. Okay, what the hell was going on? Talking about Itachi always got a rise out of Sasuke. Naruto seriously doubted he'd gotten over his pathetic obsession in just a year or two. Why wasn't he rising to the bait? How did he know Kabuto's phrase? How-

 

Naruto eyes finally traced down to where Sasuke's feet and knee touched the water. Instead of resting on its surface with chakra, the boy's limbs distorted where they touched the liquid and became the same black color as the water itself. He looked like he was nothing more than an extension of the pool he stood on. Naruto's mind worked furiously to come up with an explanation. Damn, it was hard to think when his legs and face were burning so badly. The memories from the water were still plaguing his thoughts, making it even harder to concentrate.

 

`…Duh,' Naruto suddenly thought as he slapped his forehead. He really was an idiot.

 

Memories. That's all these water pools were. They were just a bunch of unpleasant memories. And if the water was a collection of memories, then Sasuke wasn't even real. So he was just wasting his time fighting with this thing and getting himself boiled alive for his trouble.

 

“Why the hell am I even arguing with you? You're not even the real Sasuke-teme,” Naruto said. The other `boy' remained impassive, though his face reverted to its original blank expression. “This is bullshit. I'm out of here.”

 

The water still burned him, but he could at least block most of the memories now that he knew what they were. Naruto sloshed past `Sasuke' (keeping well out of range of the doppelganger's hands) and moved towards the far end of the pool. He was two steps away from the edge when the ground beyond suddenly rose up and made a near-vertical wall almost ten feet tall. Shit! At least it was shallower here. The water only came up to under his knees. It still hurt, but it was better than before. He glanced about, trying to see if he missed something

 

“It's not that easy, dobe,” `Sasuke' said. Naruto spun around with a dark scowl on his face.

 

“What isn't, Sasuke-fake?” He growled out. He really wanted to get out of this stuff and onto dry land. `Sasuke' just shook his head with a mock-sympathetic look on his face.

 

“You still don't get, but why does that surprise me? You've always been an idiot,” The doppelganger said.

 

“And you've always been a dick, so we're even. What's your point?” Naruto snarled out.

 

“My point is you don't just walk away,” `Sasuke' replied, with that aggravating smirk on his face. Naruto sneered at him.

 

“And how are you going to stop me? Jelly-power?” He taunted.

 

`Sasuke' only smirked wider. Naruto realized why when he felt the floor at the bottom of the pool turn into a sticky, mud-like material. Shit, he was stuck again. The feeling of burning water slowly seeping up his knees quickly made him realize it was worse than that. Great, he was stuck and sinking.

 

“You know, when I said jelly-power I was being sarcastic!” Naruto yelled at `Sasuke.'

 

“You never learn. Always lagging behind. So desperate to catch up to me. Pathetic,” The doppelganger said, its voice barely more animated than a monotone.

 

The water was leaking over his knees now. Nothing he did helped in any way. He could feel some sort of gummy material closing over his feet, making it even harder to move. Why the hell was this even happening? Didn't Sasuke torment him enough when he was awake? Why did he have to deal with having the arrogant prick in his mind on top of everything else?

 

“Dammit! You stupid… Fake-Sasuke!” Naruto yelled, displaying his amazing insulting skills. `Sasuke' didn't even blink in reaction. “Why the hell are you doing this? You're not even real! This is a total waste of time!”

 

There was a lurch under Naruto's feet as he finished the last statement. The gunky stuff he was standing in loosened and he found he could pull his feet free if he tried hard enough. Yanking his feet out, the blonde boy stumbled backwards towards the barrier wall. He shoved his hand out against it to catch his fall, only to have it stick and sink in. At the same time, his feet started sinking again.

 

“I told you already, dobe, you don't just walk away,” `Sasuke' said. For an instant, Naruto saw a flash of…fear cross the boy's face. What the hell? As the burning water began to seep over his knees again, the blonde tried to think of an answer.

 

`Why would Fake-Sasuke be worried? I got stuck again,' Naruto thought. His eyes slowly widened. `No, I got caught, but for a second there I broke loose. He's worried that I can do it again. So how did I get loose?'

 

Furiously thinking, Naruto tried to come up with the reason before the water rose any higher (it was getting close to some…sensitive areas.) Was it something he said, like with the first puddle? If so, then what?

 

Thinking he had the answer, the boy yelled out, “You can't hurt me, dumb-ass! You're not even real!”

 

Fake-Sasuke didn't even twitch. Naruto clenched his jaw in annoyance. Okay, wrong answer. Damn this was pissing him off.

 

“ARGH! This sucks! Why am I wasting time on you?!” He yelled in anger. Fake-Sasuke flinched as the floor lurched under the blonde's feet. Naruto's hand came loose from the barrier and he rose upwards several inches. His eyes widened. He'd just said it. What was it? Why is the fake getting so nervous? What was it he said that hurt the thing?

 

It suddenly came to Naruto with the intensity and subtlety of a brick to the side of the head. If he had the vocabulary skills, he would have known to call it an epiphany. He calmly stood up straight and pulled his feet free from the sticky floor without any effort. He stared the Fake-Sasuke in the eyes. That was it. It was the one thing that would piss Sasuke off more than anything.

 

“You're not worth it. You aren't even pathetic. You're nothing,” Naruto said with his eyes narrowed.

 

The Fake-Sasuke jerked like he'd been struck. The floor solidified underneath Naruto's feet and rose till the water reached only mid-shin. Behind him, the wall crumbled and lowered several feet.

 

“I'm leaving,” Naruto said as he turned and walked away from the doppelganger. He grimaced when he approached the barrier. It was low enough for him to reach now, but he'd have to haul himself up. His body was still sore on top of burning where the water had touched him. Though he was learning how to ignore the pain, his body still didn't react how he wanted it to. He seriously doubted he could lift himself up to the ledge. Still, giving up wasn't in his vocabulary.

 

The wall shuddered and lowered another few inches. It was still too high, but it was a noticeable change. What the hell? Did this thing react to his thoughts? Well, that would make sense considering he was in his mind after all. So what thought was it? Dammit, his head was still so foggy. This whole mess was making him more exhausted, with a splitting headache on top of everything else. It was almost enough to make him sit down and give up.

 

The barrier shuddered and lowered an inch.

 

Intelligence wasn't Naruto's forte, but even he could take a hint eventually.

 

“I…uh, give up?” He hesitantly said. The wall vibrated and cracked, but it didn't lower any further. “I said I GIVE UP!”

 

The barrier shivered, but gave no other reaction.

 

“Okay, I'm missing something here. The key is giving up, but not in general. So what do I have to give up on?” Naruto muttered to himself. Then he sensed a presence right behind him. He turned and looked almost straight into the eyes of the Sasuke doppelganger. They were almost eye level as the boy was kneeling on the water's surface, his white skin even paler than normal. Fake-Sasuke had little expression on his face, but his eyes seemed to be almost…pleading with him.

 

“No…” Naruto whispered, staring at his rival. Sasuke. Of course. All the memories of this pool were of his rival. He had to give up on Sasuke if he wanted to pass. Could he? Should he? Dammit, this wasn't fair. He'd failed the boy once already. If he gave up, he'd just be failing Sasuke again. He'd even made a promise to the girl he loved. It was up to him to bring the Uchiha back to Konoha.

 

Or was it?

 

Naruto gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, as much to concentrate as to avoid looking into the false Uchiha's eyes. The blonde boy's expression shifted and changed for several long minutes as he deliberated over his problem. After a time, his eyes snapped open as he made his decision. From the doppelganger's perspective the blues orbs were sad, determined, and…peaceful in a strange way.

 

“Since I'll probably never get to tell you this in real life, listen up, okay?” Naruto said, his voice tired, yet calm. “You left. It was your choice, just like it was my choice to try to bring you back. I lost the fight and you left to Orochimaru. It wasn't my fault, it was yours. I'm not going to beat myself up about `failing' you anymore. You failed me, Sasuke. You failed me, just like you failed Sakura-chan, Kakashi-sensei, the entire Leaf, and your dead clan. You only thought of yourself that day. You've always thought of yourself. Everyone looked up to you and doted on you and whether or not you liked the attention, you still flashed around the `poor little avenger' flag to anyone who bothered to look. You had everyone eating out of your hand and when you take off just because things aren't going your way, somehow they all think they're the ones responsible.

 

“Sakura-chan blames herself for not being able to convince you to stay, Kakashi-sensei thinks he should have taught you better, and all this time I've blamed myself the most. I thought that if I was only strong enough to beat you, it'd change everything. But it wouldn't, because it wouldn't change you and you're the problem in all of this. Always the victim, it's never your fault. But it is your fault. More than that, it was your choice, not mine, to go to the snake-freak. I'm done, Sasuke. If you want to use your parents as an excuse to wallow in your little self-pity hell, that's your problem, not mine. You're not my brother, my friend, my rival, or even my enemy. You're nothing to me anymore. You're a waste of time and I'm through with your crap. I'm through with you, Sasuke.”

 

Naruto turned and walked towards the barrier, where it had almost completely lowered. He didn't turn back, though he did pause one last time. Even without looking, he could feel the doppelganger reaching out to him. But of course, only in his imagination would Sasuke ever ask for his help or ever treat him like an equal. When he though about it, it was sad how long it took him to realize this. Sasuke hadn't been his friend for a long time…assuming he was ever his friend to begin with. Hell, he'd tried to murder him in cold-blood and only the Kyuubi's presence had kept that from being a reality. Jiraiya was right. It was a mistake to be hung up over someone who just didn't give a shit. He should have given up on the boy a long time ago. Sasuke had certainly given up on all of them.

 

Well, not anymore. He wasn't going to be weighed down by the past and the foolish choices of a selfish boy. He was through. Sasuke meant nothing to him anymore, good or bad. And it really wasn't that painful now that he'd made his choice. It was just one less specter looming over Naruto as he fought his way through life. After all, he had more than enough shit on his plate without dealing with Sasuke's crap on top of it.

 

Slowly, Naruto tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He sighed, allowing all of his tension to drain away. In a calm, neutral voice he said, “I give up on you.”

 

Naruto started walking again, even as the water evaporated into nothing and Sasuke dissolved into a smoky mist that vanished in seconds. The floor was smooth and his progress unhampered as he walked forward into the shadows.

 

He didn't look back once.

 

***

 

An ANBU guard with a cat mask stood outside room 451 in the IC ward. He was a rather inexperienced ANBU, as he'd only made the elite rank a few months back. Being green though wasn't the reason why he was sweating behind his mask, nor was it the reason why his hands were fidgeting. It wasn't even the fact that the Kyuubi-vessel was lying in a bed less than twenty feet behind him, although that was part of it.

 

See, this ANBU was still new enough that he didn't know much about the goings on of the higher ups. As it was, he had no idea that the Hokage might actually like the demon-brat. Even worse, it never crossed his mind that the Godaime might not just like the brat, but also love him like a little brother. He bore quite the grudge against the boy, seeing as he'd lost a good friend during the Kyuubi's attack back when the two of them were still genin. So when some other ANBU mentioned that the brat was hospitalized, he'd moseyed on over and gotten into the conversation. One thing led to another and pretty soon, the group was enjoying a round of demon-kid bashing. He'd gotten so into it during his turn of the conversation, that he hadn't noticed his pals' laughter stop like they were being choked and their masked faces look up over his shoulder. He'd been waving his hands to emphasize a point when he felt a steel-vice clamp onto his shoulder and wrench him around so hard that his arm was nearly dislocated.

 

It was then the ANBU met the burning glare of the Fifth Hokage. He seriously thought an actual demon was standing in front of him.

 

Tsunade had merely said, “Stay,” and moved past him to the other ANBU. He stayed. In fact, he hadn't moved an inch even when he heard several meaty thuds accompanied by the sounds of walls shattering behind him. He didn't twitch, not even when half a gorilla mask went flying over his shoulder and clattered on the ground in front of him. After several minutes (read: 3.2 seconds) he felt that horrible vice-hand clamp onto the back of his shirt and drag him down the hall to the Hokage's office.

 

It's very undignified for an elite ninja like himself to be dragged around on his ass by his commanding officer, but he was strangely unable to voice a complaint. It probably had something to do with the way his throat was locked up tighter than a bathhouse whenever Jiraiya-sama was in town. He couldn't even squeak when Tsunade lifted him up and casually tossed him into a chair in front of her desk. Tsunade had sat down behind her desk, then proceeded to give the ANBU a thorough explanation of exactly why it was a bad idea to openly talk like that about Naruto in Konoha. The ANBU could only nod to every single thing the Hokage said.

 

Tsunade-sama was going to cut him some slack this time, seeing as how he's still new. Tsunade-sama understands that he may have lost someone to the Kyuubi, so she'll overlook his unprofessional behavior this time. If he was a good boy from now on, Tsunade-sama might even forget this ever happened. Wasn't that nice of Tsunade-sama? Yes, Tsunade-sama thought so too. Tsunade-sama is a nice person if you stayed on her good side. However, if he ever broke the Third's law again Tsunade-sama would not be nice. Tsunade-sama would, in fact, be mean. Very mean. Tsunade-sama didn't think that just because Sandaime died, that people could run around breaking all the laws he made. Especially that one. Didn't he agree? Oh yes, he most certainly did agree with Tsunade-sama. After all, Tsunade-sama was the Hokage and he was just a lowly little ANBU, so it would be very unheal-…rude, yes rude, of him to disagree with her. Well, since he was so enthusiastic, Tsunade-sama had a little job for him. See dangerous people were after Naruto and Tsunade-sama didn't like that. Naruto's current guard was going back on active duty today, so Tsunade-sama thought it would be wise to have an ANBU replace him. Since he so generously offered his services, Tsunade-sama thought that he should be the ANBU that would guard the boy. Tsunade-sama thought he might learn a little respect for living human sacrifices from all this. Didn't he agree? Of course he did. But Tsunade-sama felt she should warn him. Naruto had better be alive, unharmed, and present when Tsunade-sama visited him every day.

 

Or else.

 

The ANBU had nearly wet himself at the dark look the Hokage had sent his way. Later, he'd found out the close relationship between Tsunade and the boy from a couple of the guards milling about the Hokage Tower. He nearly wet himself again when he realized that he'd insulted every aspect about the boy in front of an over-protective, temperamental, uber-strong woman who was prone to excessive acts of violence and just so happened to be his boss! Even later, when he entered the hospital to start his guard shift, he's nearly fainted at the sight of the other ANBU he'd been fooling around with as he passed by an open room. He seriously didn't believe a sandal belonged there. So he'd rushed up to room 451 and stood at perfect attention for the last three hours, even though he was sweating bullets and really had to take a leak. Like a broken record, the phrase, “Or else,” kept repeating itself in his head the whole time. He was an absolute nervous wreck and he was seriously considering asking to be demoted to a jounin when this whole mess was over.

 

Was it any wonder that he nearly screamed when he felt a flicker of chakra inside the room he was guarding?

 

Cat-mask turned and rushed inside the room, fully prepared to die protecting the hated demon if it meant he avoided Tsunade's wrath. Or her boot. He was both relieved and disappointed to find nothing in the shadowy room. Casually, he drew a kunai and he reached over and flicked on the light switch. This time he did scream when he saw a disgusting orange and yellow sea-creature from hell hovering next to the boy's bed, looking ready to attack. He gasped in relief when he realized that it just a bouquet of flowers. The most hideous bouquet he'd ever seen in his life, but still just a bouquet. Really, who could possibly like that much orange? He briefly considered moving the poor little daffodil that sat next to the monstrosity, as it seemed like it was about to be devoured at any moment, but decided against it as that would mean moving closer to that freaky thing. He wasn't going to risk the chance that it might really be a mutant thing that was just disguising itself as a bouquet of flowers.

 

The cat-masked ANBU slowly walked over towards the bed, carefully checking out every corner of the room. He even used a couple illusion detection jutsu just to make sure no one was hiding in there. Nothing. The only sounds aside from himself were the boy's steady breathing and the beeping of the heart monitor. Satisfied, he sheathed his kunai and turned to leave. He'd just taken a step when he felt the chakra again, only greater this time. He whirled towards its source and found himself staring at the bed and its occupant. Cautiously, he approached the still form of the boy.

 

Only the boy wasn't so still anymore.

 

What little of the Uzumaki boy's face he could see was twisted in a grimace of pain. The boy's fingers twitched a little and the heart monitor started beeping faster. A few moments passed and the boy was suddenly still, as if nothing had happened. The beeping slowed gradually until it reached its normal pace.

 

`What the hell? This kid creeps me out. I'm just going to back out of here an-'

 

The ANBU's inner dialogue was suddenly stopped when he felt the chakra again, only now it was powerful enough that it felt like a physical force had pushed against him. This time the boy clenched his teeth and fisted his hands, as the heart monitor tripled its beeping within a few seconds. Tremors of spastic motion shook the kid's bandaged frame for about half a minute before the he settled down again. The beeping slowly returned to normal. A minute later and everything was exactly the way it was when he'd first entered the room.

 

Although the cat-masked ANBU would've liked nothing more than to get the hell out of the room, a sense of duty (read: fear of Tsunade's sandal) forced him to stay and make sure everything was alright. Five long minutes passed slowly as he watched the Uzumaki brat carefully, looking for any other signs of abnormality. None came. The boy remained peacefully asleep and the room was still except for the medical machines. When it became obvious the boy wasn't going to do anything else, the ANBU finally walked back out the door and retook his post.

 

Then he nearly had a heart attack over what happened. What the hell was that? Should he call a nurse? The Hokage? How would he describe it to them? How did he know it wasn't normal for the brat to do that? The kid was a demon after all. Maybe he was just getting his rocks off teasing the poor, unlucky ANBU stuck guarding him.

 

`Well, it doesn't matter. As long as he's alive and there in the morning, I don't get the shoe. Sandal. Whatever.'

 

Ah, if only the ANBU in the cat-mask knew what had really happened to the boy. More importantly, if only he knew what was about to happen. If cat-mask knew what was going to happen, he wouldn't just request a demotion.

 

He'd start running with his hands over his butt.

 

***

 

Once again, Naruto found himself at the edge of a dark body of water. Unlike the Creepy Puddle of Doom, this one was far larger. In fact, the hallway was larger too. For all intents and purposes, he was standing in a massive cave hundreds of feet across with a black lake spanning the size of the room. The cement walls that had dominated his mindscape were now replaced by stalactites, stalagmites, and other weird rock formations everywhere. Only a line of rusty pipes running across the ceiling gave any resemblance to the hallway he'd been walking down. Once again, there didn't seem to be anyway to cross the water except by walking across it. Naruto kneeled down and stuck his face near the liquid, trying to see if he could see the bottom.

 

He jerked backwards when something seemed to stare right back at him.

 

Naruto looked at the water, but the twisted, pale…something was gone. Damn, this place was just freaky. He hadn't even been able to see an inch into the stuff, so he had no way of knowing how deep it was. And if the thing he'd glimpsed in there was any indication, he'd be facing something far worse than an arrogant Sasuke clone. So what should he do?

 

Naruto flopped down onto his butt. His previous experience had shown that rushing into these things was not a good idea by any means. Okay, ero-sennin was always telling him to think, so he'd think. What had he learned so far? These things were collections of memory that were somehow strong enough to actually hurt him or at least hurt his mental self. Each one seemed to have one theme. The second was obvious. It was about Sasuke and his guilt over his perceived failure to bring the traitor back. The first pool was a little trickier, but he guessed it was all the darkness growing up hated as a demon and his horrible phobia of being alone. Each pool hurt him in some way, each had its painful memories, and each had a way to escape it.

 

No, not escape it. To beat it. A key to a puzzle. Each pool was held something he needed to face, accept, and move on from.

 

Thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. Naruto's greatest fear was to be alone and ignored. That had changed though and he wasn't anywhere near as lonely as he'd been. He'd managed to collect a small group of people as a surrogate family. People he'd die to protect and would die to protect him. A family that not only acknowledged him, but loved him, just for being him. The more he thought about it, the more he agreed with the idea. Iruka was the older brother/father figure he'd never had. The man looked out for him, scolding him when he was being foolish, and listened to all his accomplishments. He was genuinely interested in Naruto's life and was always concerned for his well being.

 

Sandaime had always been like a distant, but still affectionate grandfather. The old man had always been too busy to spend much time with Naruto when he was still alive, but the Third had still looked out for him from a distance. Sarutobi would always have a place in Naruto's heart as the first person he remembered that hadn't looked at him with cold eyes. Even Iruka had flinched the first time he'd met Naruto, though of course that had changed over time. Sandaime on the other hand, hadn't even blinked the first time he'd met the Kyuubi-vessel face to face. That meant more to Naruto than words could ever express and even if it cost him his life he'd see Orochimaru pay for the old man's death. A great man like the Third should have died comfortably in his bed and not by the hands of an arrogant traitor.

 

Jiraiya hadn't been too close to Naruto at first, but he had evolved over time into a weird uncle/father figure. The Toad Hermit was like the relative everyone is embarrassed about, but still invites to the family reunion because he's was so fun to be around. Naruto had been stampeded more than once by a mob of angry women trying to get at his sensei, but he still wouldn't trade the Sannin for anything. Jiraiya had always been there for him when he really needed it and he owed his life to the pervert several times over. And because of the hermit, he'd met Tsunade.

 

The older woman filled a maternal role that for Naruto that he'd greatly wanted his whole life. She was the big sister that alternately mothered and nagged him depending on his actions. Naruto hadn't even realized how much he'd wanted a mother until he met her. Still, he preferred that she was more of a sister to him, as he'd seen mother figures stifle their kids as they grew older and he didn't want a distance to grow between him and the Sannin. Tsunade was much too fun to stay away from for long. Like Iruka, she had saved his life at the near cost of her own. They'd both saved each others lives by using the time proven method of `Jump In Front of the Sharp, Pointy Thing Coming at My Friend.' Rather foolish, but hey, neither he nor Tsunade really looked before they leapt. She meant a great deal to him. All of them did.

 

Realizing that he had a family (of sorts) had been the key to undoing the first pool and his fear of being alone. Realizing that Sasuke was not his responsibility and giving up on him ever being the person he'd hoped he'd be, was the key to the second pool and the fact that his guilt had been disrupting his focus. Now he had the third pool and possibly more beyond. It didn't escape Naruto's notice that the pools had grown stronger and larger as he progressed. He didn't know what that meant exactly, but he did know that this lake in front of him would be far worse than the two previous memory puddles.

 

`Alright, it'll hurt and I won't be able to focus very well, but all I have to do is find the answer and I'll beat it,' Naruto thought as he got to his feet and stepped up to the edge of the pool. He shivered as he looked down at the still, black water. Something was in there and it scared the living shit out of him, whatever it was.

 

Naruto took several long, deep breaths to steady his nerves. He gritted his teeth and stepped onto the black surface in front of him, expecting it to be semi-solid like the second pool.

 

It was quite surprising when instead of touching a solid surface, he simply fell through the black liquid and into the lake with only a single choked scream to mark that he'd been there at all.

 

Darkness surrounded Naruto on all sides. It wasn't absolute darkness, which somehow would have been better. No, he could see himself and he could see a good fifty feet in either direction before the murky blue-black shadows blocked his vision. Things flickered in and out of his sight, just at the edge of his range of vision. He couldn't make out exactly what the things were, but he knew for a fact that he didn't want them to come any closer. He gasped, as a searing pain spread across his entire body. Briefly he noted he could make muffled sounds in this water and could still breathe, but that thought was driven out by a freezing sensation that was so cold it burned him all over. He jerked and thrashed as he floated there, instinctively trying to get away from his source of torment. He suffered for several eternal minutes when through the pain he suddenly felt something brush his shoulder, startling the hell out of him.

 

Naruto turned and stared into Hyuuga Hinata's rotten, waterlogged face that hovered a mere foot from his.

 

A scream that was only partially muffled tore the dark water. Naruto jerked and struggled to swim away from the pale, twisted girl in front of him. Hinata's body was staring at him through cold swollen, yellow-white orbs that were nothing like her warm purple-tinted cream colored eyes in real life. Her face was a pale-blue pallor and the flesh hung loosely on her skull, as if she'd been drowned for days. Her normal outfit hung in shredded rags, exposing glimpses of an equally rotten body whenever they shifted. The girl's near skeletal hand was still outstretched towards him even as he tried to put some distance between the two of them. Obviously that was what had touched him. She didn't pursue him, but the Hyuuga didn't retreat either.

 

Naruto tried, he really did, not to panic. But when more shapes pealed themselves from the shadows and slithered towards him like pale, rotten eels he couldn't contain his fear and let out another terrified scream. One by one, the figures would move up and float near him about fifteen feet away. Each was somebody he'd met in his life and each was as rotten and drowned as Hinata. They surrounded him in a circle and no matter which way he moved, all he saw was the festered stares of his comrades. He turned away from Hinata and found himself facing her cousin.

 

Neji's eyes had lost little of their intensity, despite being discolored and dead. As Naruto stared at the Hyuuga prodigy, he felt the first memories forcing themselves into his mind.

 

“Become Hokage? Impossible.”

 

“It's over, loser.”

 

“You can't escape fate.”

 

“Is it painful?”

 

“Stay on your knees before a power you cannot change.”

 

“Your destiny was to lose to me.”

 

“Realize your worthlessness.”

 

“Fool.”

 

Naruto closed his eyes and jerked away from the boy. Damn, these memories weren't just worse, they were more complete. They hit his mind fully, where the previous two pools had been brief snippets and flashes of the past. He was reliving each and every bad memory he had about Neji. Everything from the way he sadistically cut Hinata down with his words and chakra blows to the taunts and sneers during their fight in the finals. You know, he had never told Neji what a dick he was. He'd be sure to do that the next time he met the Hyuuga.

 

Naruto's eyes opened and he nearly fainted. The twisted figures had come closer while he'd had his eyes closed. They stopped moving towards him when his eyes opened and were now staring at him about ten feet away. They were way too close for comfort. It seemed like he had to keep his eyes open and face the humiliating memories or else. He really didn't want to find out what the `or else' would be.

 

Turning his head, Naruto found himself staring into Shikamaru's face. He gritted his teeth as the memories hit him.

 

“Just looking at you gets on my nerves.”

 

“Waste of my time.”

 

“Totally clueless.”

 

“Idiot.”

 

“Moron.”

 

He hissed, trying to fight away the humiliation. Shikamaru was his friend, dammit! He may have thought he was an idiot in the beginning, but he respected him as…Okay, so the lazy boy still thought he was an idiot, but at least he thought he was a competent idiot. Apparently, the subconscious doesn't forget that kind of stuff, even if the higher mind has moved on and forgiven it. Naruto made sure his eyes stayed open as he turned away and found himself facing his former teacher, Kakashi. The jounin still wore his mask, but he had both eyes exposed. In his left eye where his Sharingan should've been there was only a ripped up red orb that somehow still held greater intensity than the other eye. A murky trail of blood wafted out from the eye socket and trailed through the water like a crimson ribbon.

 

The memories of Kakashi were oddly non-vocal, but they somehow burned worse than Neji and Shikamaru combined. Naruto saw flashes of every time the jounin had looked at him with disappointment in his eye and all the times he had looked towards Sasuke with pride. There were many memories of both. Kakashi had never berated him or called him a loser or an idiot when he didn't deserve it. It wasn't when the copy-nin scolded him or told him to stop screwing around that got to Naruto. He didn't see any memories like that, because those didn't bother him. What did bother him were the little things that meant far more than words could convey. All of the images that assaulted him told him two things: Kakashi was proud of Sasuke and he wasn't of Naruto.

 

That cut deeper than he imagined.

 

He tore his eyes away from his sensei and found himself looking at that flower girl, Ino. He didn't have many vocal memories of her either, but the glares she'd sent his way told him enough. He turned from her and met the eyes of Kiba. Over and over, Naruto would meet someone's eyes and face all the memories he had of that person looking down on him in some way. After Kiba it was Chouji, then it was Kabuto, then it was Jiraiya, then Iruka, Lee, Tsunade, Gaara…The list went on. Hell, even Konohamaru and Inari were there. Each one shredded him a little more, till it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. The last person he stared at made his heart sink. This would be bad.

 

Sakura.

 

Naruto had been in love with the girl for a long time, but that didn't prevent him from having some nasty memories of her. He faced every single slight, blow to the head, and insult she ever gave him. Every time she blatantly ignored him for Sasuke, every time she called him a loser, every time he saw her back walking away from him, his willpower frayed a little more. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the last bad memory he had of her crossed his mind and he was free to look away.

 

Naruto sagged as he floated and drifted downwards. His ego was absolutely and entirely gone. He seriously doubted that it would ever return. Damn, it was hard to keep his eyes open. He was exhausted and even the burning-chill was growing more distant. The figures started closing gin on him, their dead hands stretching out towards him. Right as Naruto's eyes were about to close, a flash of dark-blue caught his attention and made him look up.

 

Hinata.

 

He had come full circle and was facing the shy girl again. Unlike the other figures coming closer, she merely floated in front of him and stared at him with dead eyes. Focusing on the girl, Naruto waited for the flashes to begin.

 

And waited. And waited. Just as the first hand clamped onto his arm, Naruto realized that he had no bad memories of the girl. Hinata had never said anything remotely insulting to him nor had she ever been disappointed in him, even when he screwed up. She was the key. Or at least part of it. Somehow he knew that, even though he wasn't sure how.

 

Energy rushed back into his weary form, though his pride was still gone, and he jerked away from the hands clasping onto him. Sneering in disgust at them, he returned his attention to the Hyuuga girl. What did she symbolize? What did all of this symbolize, for that matter?

 

Failure. He was afraid of being a failure and every memory he'd faced was associated with that. So how did Hinata figure into it?

 

Okay, she'd never thought he was a loser. That much was for sure at least. She'd never insulted him at all. In fact, despite her rotten appearance, she was the only one of these figures that had been painless to look at. Creepy as hell, yes, but still not bad compared to the others. And she'd been the only one.

 

No…She hadn't. Naruto's eyes shot open in realization. There was one person who hadn't been unpleasant in the slightest to look at. That was because he wasn't even here. Sasuke. Sasuke wasn't present at all. There were memories associated with the Uchiha, but the boy himself wasn't here to taunt him. Why?

 

Of course…He'd given up on him. When Naruto had done that, he'd surrendered all his bad memories and emotions regarding the boy. Sasuke simply couldn't hurt him anymore, at least not in his own mind. So how did that help him? Should he give up on them?

 

Naruto eyed the nasty forms that were still circling him, just waiting for a moment of weakness on his part. No, giving up is exactly what they wanted him to do. So what? What was the answer? The key was something that lay between Hinata and Sasuke, but what was it?

 

It hit Naruto. Almost literally. The answer made him feel like he'd been socked in his gut. The key was a realization about himself that was probably obvious to everyone else but him. There was one factor that almost everyone admitted about him, however grudgingly, when they met him.

 

But damn if it didn't hurt.

 

Naruto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Odd how he hadn't noticed that he was still breathing underwater. Cold and clammy hands grabbed onto him almost immediately and began to drag him downwards. Strange. He felt oddly…peaceful now that he thought about it. All he had to do was accept this part of his personality. He opened his eyes and looked out at the shapes gathered around him. As expected, Hinata was the only one not grasping him. The twisted forms of the people he knew refused to let go now, even with his eyes open, their triumph imminent.

 

“Let go,” Naruto calmly ordered.

 

Instantly, all of them released him and moved back a good ten feet. He sighed and gathered his resolve.

 

`I have to accept this. It's the truth whether I believe it or not and I'll never move on if I don't acknowledge it.'

 

Naruto briefly met the eyes of everyone surrounding him. The memories came back with each gaze, but he had no ego to be wounded anymore. Rather than cringing away from his humiliations, he simply accepted them for what they were.

 

“I'll say this once to you all,” The boy began, “I may or may not ever tell this to you in real life, so just listen up now to what I have to say. There're a lot of you here and I've failed to impress you all at some point or another. That doesn't matter. I hate some of you.”

 

He gave a brief look towards Kabuto and Orochimaru.

 

“Some of you are my friends and comrades.”

 

His eyes traced over all the people he's fought alongside and befriended over the years.

 

“Some of you I love as my dear family.”

 

His eyes met Iruka, Jiraiya, and Tsunade's gazes.

 

“One of you I've loved for a long time.”

 

He looked towards Sakura.

 

“And one of you has never given up on me, no matter how stupid or weak I've been.”

 

He focused his attention on Hinata. Neither of them blinked.

 

“But there is one thing all of you have in common.”

 

Naruto gave a tired, sad smile that was more genuine than any of his borderline-sociopathic fox-grins he'd hidden behind over the years.

 

“I can survive without you.”

 

All of the figures flinched and backed away, except for Hinata. Then again, the girl had always accepted him no matter what. He didn't doubt for an instant that he could tell her he was the Kyuubi-vessel. Hell, he could be the demon himself and she would still accept it. She might be nervous, do one of those little weirdo habits of hers, and avoid him for awhile, but she'd accept it and be the same as usual in a couple days.

 

Hinata would storm the gates of hell with him if he asked her to.

 

Which was why he had to face her as he said this. The Hyuuga girl would be the hardest of them all to say this to. She could and would accept that he could live without her, but it was still painful to say it to someone who admired him so much.

 

Naruto met the eyes of the girl and didn't blink once as he said, “I can live without you all. You aren't necessary to me. It doesn't matter how much you care about me or hate me. Nothing will stop me except death and I'll debate even that. Your opinions can't hold me back. I want you to think I'm strong and to be proud of me, but I can survive without your pride. Most of you I care about and I would give my life to protect you, but I can still keep going without you. Even my family, Iruka-sensei, Ero-sennin, and…Baa-chan. I love you, but I can live without your love in return. If you want, blame it on growing up alone with no one to depend on except for myself. It doesn't change anything. I love you, I care about you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but…”

 

Naruto stared sadly at Hinata for a long moment.

 

“I don't need you.”

 

Before the boy's quiet statement had even faded he was standing alone in the hallway of his mind, perfectly dry and bearing a new understanding of himself.

 

He was a survivor. He had always been a survivor. He only needed himself to keep going. His dream was to become the strongest, the Hokage, to protect his precious people from anything and everything. The fancy name of `Fire Shadow' meant one thing: the best. He was going to be the best and it didn't matter how many people loved or hated him or whether he had the Kyuubi or not. He would be the best. In Konoha, that meant being Hokage. In Wind Country, it meant being Kazekage. There were as many names for it as there were people in the world, but no matter what its title, he would achieve it. He'd be the best.

 

And he'd live through everything life sent at him. He always had.

 

It's not that Naruto didn't want a family or friends or someone to fall in love with. It wasn't that at all. Those were all things he desperately wanted as much as the body wanted oxygen. However, the cold truth remained that though he wanted them more than anything, he still didn't need them. It would hurt…Sweet Kami, it would hurt if he lost his precious people, but that didn't change the fact that he could survive without them. Other people may argue that anyone can survive solely on the three necessities: food, clothing, and shelter. Those people haven't spent the first 85 percent of their life alone and hated by virtually everyone. Humans are social animals and almost all of them need some sort of contact with people to live, if only to maintain the motivation to survive. Naruto didn't. His life had been a make or break situation since day one. He would either get stronger or he'd shatter.

 

And he hadn't broken.

 

Underneath his layers of foolishness and idiocy, there was a vast amount of willpower and survival instinct that had been tempered by years of solitude. Add to that the fact that during the first twelve years of his life, Naruto's life was better in the absence of people and the end result was an individual hard-wired for solo survival. Without other people he may be miserable, hungry, and worst of all lonely, but he would still live. He would still grow, in every way. His growth as a shinobi would be slowed severely, but it wouldn't be stopped. If one of the people he considered family died, he'd mourn for them and miss them everyday of his life, but he'd carry on. If everyone in the Leaf up and died instantly, with only him left alive, then he'd still stay alive. He'd probably be insane from the trauma and grief for the rest of his life, but he would still live till he died, as odd as that may sound. It may appear contradictory, but it's the truth as far as he was concerned.

 

Whether he survived till he was as old as the Sandaime was or if he died tomorrow, Naruto would never quit until he squeezed every last drop of existence from his life. It's interesting to note that despite the despair he'd lived with his whole life, Naruto had never once considered suicide. He couldn't even understand the concept. Dying as an old man, getting killed in a fight, or taking a mortal blow for someone precious he could accept, but just lying down and quitting? It didn't compute with his mentality. Even if he lost everything and everyone he ever loved, he wouldn't…couldn't quit.

 

It just wasn't who he was.

 

Naruto started walking as he mulled over what he'd learned from the Doom Pools (as he now thought of them.) The memories he'd encountered within them had taught him three important lessons about himself. The order he learned them in was mixed up compared to the overall lesson, but that was just how his mind worked. From the third pool, he learned that he could survive without anybody or anything (barring the three necessities of life, of course.) Miserable, wretched, and horribly alone he'd be, but he could survive. That tied into the first pool he encountered. He had a family or at least a small group of people he loved like a family. As long as they were near, he'd never be alone. He could and would live without them, but that just meant that he needed to treasure them all the more. Supposedly people only truly value something when they've lost it. He supposed being the opposite was also true.

 

A person desperately appreciates something they've never had before, but have always wanted more than anything. Those he considered family were more important than anything else. Learning he'd survive without them only reinforced his instincts to protect them. And that led to the second pool. There were some things he had to learn to let go of for his personal welfare and the good of his family. Sasuke was merely the most prominent example of that. Everyone had their choices to make in life and Sasuke had chosen. It was a bad choice and very foolish, but it was his to make. Nothing Naruto said or did would change that now. He didn't consider himself a failure nor did he feel guilty that he was giving up on the boy when a `true friend' wouldn't have. That true friendship crap was just something people said to make themselves or others feel better (or it was a sign of a damn fool martyr.) A true friendship was based on a close trust between equals, siblings in everything but blood.

 

Sasuke certainly didn't fit the bill for trust. He had tried to kill him for Kami's sake. It wasn't a spur of the moment or in a fit of rage kind of deal either. Sasuke had stunned Naruto, grabbed and immobilized him, then stuck his hand through his chest. He had done it in all coldly and deliberately. The boy understood exactly what he was doing and to whom, then went ahead and did it anyways. Orochimaru's seal may take away free will, but Sasuke only had orders to reach the Sound Nation. He could have just walked away after knocking Naruto out, but he instead chose to try to kill his closest friend just because of some twisted gamble to gain power. He would never trust Sasuke again. Jiraiya had been right when he said a friend wouldn't try to kill a friend. If Naruto continued to work towards bringing the boy back to Konoha, he'd only be wasting his time and distracting himself and that could cost him one of his precious people.

 

That was unacceptable.

 

He wouldn't risk their lives for a fool's quest to bring the Uchiha back, especially when the boy didn't want to come back. Sasuke would eventually see his errors and the consequences of his actions with or without Naruto's interference. What choices the Uchiha made at that point were his own to make. When he'd accepted that, Naruto had learned that there were simply times in life to cut one's losses. Sometimes being a bull-headed fool with strong ideals was a good thing, like in the case of Neji and Gaara, and other times it was like repeatedly bashing one's head into a brick wall: stupid, painful, and progressively more self-damaging with every attempt. He would cut his loss with Sasuke and focus his energy on protecting his remaining precious people.

 

And really, when he thought about it, the Uchiha was no huge loss anyhow. He was either an angst filled `avenger' (“Did you look that word up yourself, Sasuke-chan?” Naruto snickered) or he had the personality of a block of wood that'd been stuck in a freezer all day. Really, as far as best friends go angsty, revenge-obsessed bishonen totally sucked. Hell, Thick-brows was ten times the friend Sasuke had ever been and Naruto barely knew the weirdo. Hmm, maybe he'd try to get closer to the odd boy. He'd certainly be an excellent sparring partner. Well, thoughts for another day.

 

Feeling more clear-headed than he had in years now that he'd settled his conscience, Naruto walked at a relaxed pace down the seemingly endless hallway. He wasn't really worried about encountering another Doom Pool, as each memory puddle had taught him an equal part of one larger, balanced lesson. It wouldn't make much sense to run into another one that might totally upset the whole thing. His instincts were confirmed as the hallway finally expanded into a large, familiar room that held something far more dangerous than any painful memory.

 

As Naruto stepped into the cavern-sized room, he spied a gargantuan shadow beyond the thick steel bars that divided the room in half. Walking closer, the shadow stirred and slowly rose to face him as he approached.

 

“Hello, brat. Enjoy a trip down memory lane?”

 

Naruto stopped about fifteen feet from the barrier and crossed his arms over his chest. He was totally unruffled by the growling voice, even though it bore more than a passing resemblance to gravel rolling around in a steel drum and had the volume of a master subwoofer at a heavy metal concert.

 

“Actually it sucked ass, but you probably knew that already, fox,” he said.

 

“Yes, I knew and before you ask, yes I did have a part in it…To a certain extent, anyways,” The Kyuubi replied as it rose to its full height momentarily before sitting back on its haunches to look down at the boy.

 

Naruto narrowed his eyes and said, “Then you'd better have a damn good reason for all this.”

 

“Indeed I do,” The massive demon said, with slight amusement evident in its voice. Its tone suddenly turned deadly serious as it continued, “Sit down, boy. We need to talk.”

 

Naruto was still pretty inexperienced in life, but he had learned one valuable lesson in all his time with the self-proclaimed `Super Pervert' Jiraiya.

 

Nothing good ever followed the phrase `we need to talk.'

 

***

 

General:

 

Anyways, a couple of things I want to mention. It's probably noticeable that I barely gave any of the other characters much screen time in this chapter. The reason why is because I was itching to finally get on with it and get to Naruto's part of the story. It's kind of bad when the protagonist is little more than furniture for about two chapters worth of material. Anyways, the other characters of the Rookie 9 and Gai's team will have much larger and more important roles to play in future chapters. People also may be confused by Ino's strange reactions, the timing of Naruto's mindscape versus the real world, etc. That'll be explained in later chapters, so don't worry about it for now. And the whole Pools of Doom and their significance will be explained in the next chapter.

 

On that note, though this story may initially seem like it, it will NOT (bold print; all caps) be one of those fics where everybody hates Naruto, he cries and runs away hating them all, everybody feels guilty when he's gone, he becomes a criminal of some sort, then he returns for his revenge, etc. Sorry, I don't like the victim/angst fics very much. The times I do mention people looking down on him are important though, as it'll have an impact in later chapters. Personally, I like to think that Naruto doesn't overindulge in the self pity stuff and keeps his eye on the prize (Hokage, Ramen, Sakura's rear, whatever.) And remember, the bad stuff he remembered in this chapter was just that: memories. He also has memories of Shikamaru as his friend and of Neji's respect. Eh, whatever, it'll explain itself in later chapters. Just wanted to mention this to clarify to any people frightened off by the smell of an angst-fest.

 

If anybody thinks I've gone overboard on Sasuke bashing in this chapter, just remember that it's Naruto's perception of the guy. Okay, and I'll be honest, yeah I don't like Sasuke. I'm not going to totally decimate him in this story, as I want him to be as in character as possible, but as fair warning he's far from my favorite character. I lost all respect when he and Kakashi were late at the chuunin exams and they show up all dramatically. In fact, I hated virtually every page of chapters 109-113 (though I did get some handy info on the Chidori from 113.) Anyways, let's just say I was rooting for tanuki-boy to cut Sasuke down several dozen pegs (he has them to spare.) I really dislike stuck-up people. Oh yeah, on Naruto giving up on Sasuke, I think it's bullshit that in the current chapters he's still hung up and guilty over a guy who put his hand through his chest. And I really don't like how in so many fics people often write the characters as feeling guilty about `failing' Sasuke somehow. The dude made his choice and gave the Leaf one big middle finger while he was at it. So that part of this chapter stemmed from that annoyance. Anyways, rant done and warning complete: I don't hate Sasuke, but don't expect any loving towards him either.

 

Yeah, people have mentioned that this story is kind of slow, but I have to say that it's gonna be awhile before a lot of the big stuff happens. I like to take my time and build up to things, mainly cause I like long stories myself. I'm planning on this story being roughly epic length. Sorry, I just can't help writing a lot. Naruto's possible recovery, his and Ino's potential relationship, what the title `Foxhound' means, and the gamble Naruto and the Kyuubi undertake will all be explained as the story goes (some sooner than expected.) I'm not going anywhere and I will try to finish this thing (though it may be goddamn juggernaut by the time I'm done, blast it) and I won't abandon it. Unless, of course, they come out with an anime/manga that totally blows Naruto out of the water, but I highly doubt that'll happen before I finish this. The action will pick up in about, err, two chapters or so. I think.

 

To all readers/reviewers, I hope you've liked the story so far and I hope you'll continue enjoying `Foxhound.' Ugh, that sounded like a damn corporal statement. Okay, how's this: Thanks for reading; I really appreciate it.

 

New Jutsu:

 

None, bizarrely enough, though one was used in the latter part of this story. It and several others will be appearing/explained in the next couple chapters.