Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Grip Onto Reality or No Ramen!! ❯ Why Me??? ( Chapter 1 )

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’s Revenge: Hello, people. ‘Tis I, someone who always too lazy too write anything…anyways, I was singing to a few Shakira and Mecano Songs--and got randomly inspired…while drinking Dr. Pepper with Cherry and Vanilla…mmm…..vaniiiiiilaaaaa……*drool*. I came up with this after a ride in my friend’s car. She and her grandma were talking about the good things of life while the tiny rag doll (me) just though about what there is to ponder of life. Basically, you are born; you go to school, high school, and college, get a good job or not, get laid before 30, and die. Pretty stupid, but it’s not my fault.

YOU ARE ALL FREE TO SHOOT ME WITH WATERMELONS!!!

Anyways…..I am writing this out of pure, dumb inspiration. Please enjoy…

Menchi: Arf, arf, arf, arf. Arf, arf, arf, arf. (Please know that this---Naruto show is not owned by M-chan. If she did---it would be very painful….)

Excel: Menchi!!! There you are!!! Come ‘ere!!!!

Menchi: ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF, ARF!!!! RUFF, RUFF, RUF!!! (OH NO!!! IT’S HER!! THE CRAZED DOG EATER!!! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME!!!! I WANT TO LIVE!!!)

Yes. This was the ordinary, plain boring life of me. Notice the past tense---was. Yeah. Ohhhhhh----yeah. This is what I was doing before I fucking got stuck in the middle of a forest. And….I’m eating ramen noodles. Beef-style!! A forest, you ask? I’m eating beef-ramen…? Of course. Why is this happening? That’s what I’d like to know too. Why am I stuck in a forest…and eating ramen-shrimp style? I don’t know, but here’s how it started. I woke up in the morning and rushed myself as usual….And before we start with how I got stuck here in the first place, let me introduce myself.

Hello, my name is Riikano Kisaragi. I’m 23, and work in a company that pays good money. And guess what? I am the vice-president of that company!! Yes! Ms. Riikano Kisaragi, vice-president of Mineshouno Products Corps.!! Nice ring to it, eh? Any ways, I’m 5‘9--yes, I’m short.--have long hair that seems to have a crimson glow in it, and I have eyes that people call mystic. They are a very dark red. Redder than blood from the nearest K.O. ‘ed pervert across the street. And I am an anime fanatic. Yes. I practically bring ALL of my graphic novels with me. Same goes with the posters and other things. Hey, you never know when the apartment blows up. I have even the oldest, rarest, things of anime. And that’s why I take them with me.
I am also a pro at ninjutsu. *pause*

(Menchi: I know this sounds stupid, but I like “trying” to practice ninjutsu. That’s why I placed that here. Ok, ok---I’m not making the character perfect. She’s going to have a few flaws, here and there, and that’s it. I do not pity her also. SO DON’T MAKE ME THE SUSPECT!!!)

*un-pause*
--Yes. Ninjutsu. Karate, tai-kwando, jui-jutsu, kick-boxing, aikido, judo--you name it. Hell, call me a tomboy!! I don’t care if other girls think I act like a guy; ‘cause you know what? The minute they go out onto the street, they get kidnapped, or get drunk, and they get raped. Then, cry that they are now, not pure. And then they regret calling me a tomboy! My body however is a weapon, ever since I took lessons like those. Along with Jeffery, my metal chocobo!!! Or pipe. And, I crave for chocolate… I use it when in doubt. I love rock guitars too…sigh…. Yeah….that’s about it. Now back onto the plot!!!

7:03 A.M.--TOKYO, JAPAN--NASASHIKI CONDOMINIUMS--ROOM 708, FLOOR FIVE---

“NOOOOOO!! SHIT, SHIT!!! I’m gonna be late!!!” here I go, pulling my skirt up yelling, and trying to get my shirt too. Ahh--yes. This is heaven.

“WHERE THE HELL IS MY SOCK????”

Total heaven.

“NO!!!! MY TOAST!!!! WHAT AM I GONNA EAT?!?!?!?!”

My….what a marathon!!

BEEP!!! BEEP! BEEE---SMASH!

“STUPID CLOCK---”

My point exactly, babe!

Here we are. Now what do all these sound make you think? Am going on a date? Is it the yearly WWE Wresting Championship visiting? Or maybe…is it the tooth fairy?? Trying to pull my tooth out without a license? At 7 a.m.? Hell, no. It’s neither. Not even one applies to this situation. I am only late for work…again for some reason. Right now, I’m jumping up and down, pulling my stocking and trying to find the other stocking. Of, course…I am late for work. Mr. Niwasaki is probably fuming like hell in his office. Tuesdays, mind you are neither good for him and I. Shoot…where’s my other sock--ahaha!!! Sneaky little bastard---OH NO!!! I’M SCREWED FOR SURE!!!! Running down the stairs on high heels---

(Menchi: HIGH HEELS??? WOOOT, WOOT, WOOOT!! YOU GO GIRL!!!! I CAN’T EVEN RUN IN STYLETTOS!! Whoops…heh, heh, heh….)

--I managed not to get hurt, and ran for the first floor. My suitcase, now rummaged with papers and crap shook wildly. My poor, clammy hands squeezed the life out of the handle…and my hair was a mess. A bird’s nest could compare better to me. Man…I should have taken the elevator--oh wait…it’s not working. Shoot, either way, it wouldn’t go as fast as I did, running a 345 mph track marathon. Yes…a fine trail of sweat trailed down my forehead as I zipped out of the flight of---700 or something stairs, and got my keys out to drive the car. A beauty of a car, really…now that I’m furiously turning and twisting the key, I will now say…that…I---am…okay!!!

SNAP. TINK, TINK, TINK……..

My eyes widened in horror, and I think my bill for the car key will be my end. I have just broken the key, I am 1 hour late…my---could my day get any better? I woke up late, ran down the stairs in high heels without breaking a sweat--which is very rare…I usually get hurt--, and now…NOW…I broke my car key. And my car’s beeping. Boo-hoo…boo-hoo….Waaaaaah…..! Now what? Im going to be late!!! NO, shit, I’m already late…I ruffled my hair and slipped on the floor. I was gonna try running, but that’s out of the question. There’s major traffic, and I have no friends. Yes, I’m friendless. What do you expect?
I sighed in self pity, and cried. Why was this happening to me? I am usually the early bird, there’s never any problem getting my car open, and---and…and what? Of course, there’s nothing more. God, I hope the boss doesn’t call or anything. Or worse…fire me. The worse thing besides not getting laid--which, I don’t care much about--, is getting fired from a good job. What do I work as, anyway? I am the secretary extraordinaire that just got promoted to Vice President of the Mineshouno Products Company; and not too long ago too…Of course I provide Mr. Niwasaki with the most elaborate designs and luminous designs for cars, yachts. Anything…even clothes.
But now…I think I’ll start applying for a job at the nearest ramen stand. AND YOU KNOW WHAT?? MR. WHATEVER--THE--HELL’S--BITING--MY--ASS--I’M--GONNA--BITCH--IT-- OUT--AT--THE--DAMN--PERSON--KNOWN--AS--THE--VICE--PRES. CAN JUST SHOVE IT!!!!!!

RING, RING!!!

Well, that’s a surprise…my cell’s ringing. I picked it up, and saw the number of who was calling.

“Well…what do you know? Old man Niwasaki finally decided to kick me to hell and back.” I said, chuckling as I opened it and answered---”This is Aunt Baba’s Morgue of Happiness, how may I be of service to you?”, then ended I with a Cheshire cat grin. My style. Then after hearing little growls and huffing and puffing at my ear, I slowly stretched my arm out of the distance, knowing that he’d yell his heart out to me.

“ KISARAGI!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?! YOU ARE 2--I REPEAT, 2 HOURS LATE!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” he yelled. Wow. No swearing? No threats? What’s he on, anger management? Its must have taken lots of nerve to not--

“YOU KNOW WHAT…? I’M TIRED OF THIS!! YOU ARE ALWAYS LATE NOWADAYS?? DID YOU FORGET THAT YOU, THE VICE PRESIDENT, CANNOT BE DRINKING ON WORKING DAYS?? AND ALSO--”

“Sir…” I cooed in my sexiest voice. I tried my ultimate weapon…seducing. If right now, you are thinking--”Is the vice-president supposed to seduce the boss?”--no. I do this so I don’t go deaf in my early twenties.

“You know, something has been going on in my life that’s made me this way---” I gave a dramatic pause,”--and I feel like I should quit, ya’ know? I mean, if I’m late everyday of the week, then I should be fired. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“So, on this last call you’ll be getting from me, I really would appreciate it…if---YOU WOULD FUCKING QUIT SCREAMING AT MY EAR??? I CAN HEAR YOU CLEARLY, YOU KNOW!!! IN FACT, YOUR VILLAGE CALLED, THEY’RE MISSING THEIR IDIOT!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT…?! THE RAMEN STAND HAS A PEFRECT ROLE FOR ME WITH MY NAME ON IT!!! AND IF YOU CAN’T FATHOM THAT, GET THAT CUBAN CIGAR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH SHOVE IN YOUR EARS, CLEAN THEM GOOD, AND QUIT RUINING MY LIFE!!! GOOD-BYE!!!”

“Wait, Kisa--” There. That’s about it. I closed my phone, letting a few tears drop. Yet again, I am placed on another road with no path. Oh well. I stood, and found my keys, still sitting in my hand. I stared at them for a while. I stared, and stared, and stared, and stared. I sighed slowly, and stood. My eyes found the little remote--attached to the keys. I unlocked the car, and wore a tell-tale smile. So what if I am fired? I have enough cash in the bank to sustain me for a good 7 years. Besides…the boss is a jerk nowadays. I need a job now, but one with a good boss too.

Like the old man at the ramen stand. He was always nice to his customers and his employees. Yep. Always nice. My smile widened, and I looked in the trunk, as I reached out for a graphic novel.
Ne, it didn’t matter what title or genre it was, as long as it was something to chill my mind off today and this morning, it would have to do. My hand grasped a certain novel, though…I looked at it. It read, Naruto. Oh yes, I remember. The little blonde-haired kid who was always given dirty looks just because he was cursed with the kyuubi.

My finger traced along the lines of the drawing. Oh, how I always adored Naruto!! When I first got this novel, I was 11. I always pitied Naruto. Like him, I had no parents. I never did feel parental concern or love. Thus how I resulted now was what I got from my childhood. All I ever had was a weird guy from who knows where. His name---Pedro!!! Pedro…something. Jeez…lousy memory I got, huh? Anyways, Pedro was something of a caretaker, really. Always smiling, always happy, and caring. Black, moppy hair adorned his head, his brown expressive eyes that focused on every step I took, and his humorous ways of teaching life.

Like the time I asked him why he smelt so funny. All he every told was that----BURP!! And then I fell dead. Ha…humorous. Or when we walked to the grocery store, there were these ugly-ass blondes/brow/pink hair striped freaks, he yelled out, “P.R.E.P.S.!! Pathetic, Repulsive, Enslaving, Sluts of Prostitution!!!”, the ugly preps looked at him and chased us off. I learned something from that, though. Preps are bad at everything, but they can run a 100 mile marathon in high heels. Yeah. That was funny. Pedro was like Iruka from Naruto. He always taught me good, if not, funny things. But the guy wasn’t dead-last, either. He had 1 doctorate degree from America.
Thus, not everything had to be funny; he taught me the best he knew. And at every lesson I got wrong or right, he’d say, either I would grow up to be more successful than him, or, I’d be his boss. I never knew what he meant…but I still loved the guy. Though how I got lessons of being a woman were different. He was precise…like when he took me to his friend’s house, (female…people…female!!!!) and I got my period. Smart guy…how’d he know the stupid thing came…? That there--was like Jesus Christ. Not like, but somewhat. Pedro...thy shall rest with all the hot chicks you ever wanted in heaven…

Unshed tears swelled in my eyes as I walked down the now wet path. The day he died, was when I lost all happiness…and the little family I never had. It was all lost to a gunshot…and I couldn’t prevent it. Hell, am I useless or what?? All of I thought from the past, I knew were only good things that made me how I am today. A sliver of a smile graced my lips as I flipped the graphic novel’s pages in my hand. In a matter of half an hour of less, I was at the ramen bar, and finished reading Naruto.
I put my elbows onto the table and ordered a shrimp ramen to go, and closed my eyes. It has been such a long time since I’ve ever gotten a bite of ramen…all this time, it’s been soy this, soy that, low-fat this, sugar-free that, and all this diet crap. Until now…hey, we got to at least sin once in the religion of dietary facts, right? Soon enough, the kind old man gave me the noodles, and offered me a smile.

“Not a good day, is it?” the old man said in a kind tone.

“Nope…just fired myself…” I recalled, and took some of the money I had out of the wallet. “Keep the change, okay? Oh…um--”

“You need a job, am I correct?”

“Ahh---yes!! I do! Can you give me one?” I said, hoping that this guy didn’t already have someone hired.

“Hmm…of course. Though, I feel that somehow…your presence will no longer reside in our present state of dimension though… You will face something much better than this. I am sure of it, young lady.” the old man piped out, and furrowed his bushy eyebrows. I lifted an eyebrow in confusion. Tomorrow I was going to die or something? How…? I mean…talk about weird.

“O-okay…well--Uhh…”

“ ;Wait! Please heed me, don’t go any further in to the forest! Don’t go in the forest!”

Forest? Since when was there a forest…? Why couldn’t I go past there, anyways? I usually go through this path. I turned around, not heeding his words. The package still in my hands, I wandered off in the direction of my condominium. I noticed, as I walked, it seemed to get rather foggy. So foggy, that I couldn’t see within 6 inches in front of me. Another thing was that it was oddly cold. How could it get cold in the middle of June?

Especially speaking of 20 degrees Fahrenheit…much too cold, and impossible too. My steps soon wavered off into small, cautious ones. Maybe…I should have listened to the old man. Alas, it was too late, for as soon as I knew it…I was lost. Lost in the gray, forlorn clouds of the fog, I stopped. Yeah…this is where I declare myself--somewhere else. The slow, cautious steps resonated deeply into the gray scenery, and my body tensed. There was someone else here...I think.

“Well...isn’t this a nice way to die…?” I calmly stated. As much I wanted to say no and stay still for my attacker to strike, my pride egged me on to strike first. Damn my ego. As far as I knew, I had no weapons. I had not my lucky Metal Chocobo…or my katana. Nothing. Not one single…thing. Well, all I could hope to depend on was my imagination and timing. Let’s see…in my hair, I had…metal chopsticks. They could work as senbon…and the high heels I wore…I got to yank them--no…aahhhh….to hell with this. I’ll die happy, either way. With a full stomach, none the less. With a heavy sigh, I sat and began to eat. Some life I had…

“MMM…..noodles…”
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(Present time)

Thus…here I am.

In a forest.

Eating noodles.

After the dramatic moment, I continued my consuming. Tasting the salty strings of egg noodles from my bowl…mmm!! I felt as if I tasted this for the first time---I mean, hey, 10 years on a diet can make you feel like all fast food were new!! Come to think about…I kept thinking about all this while I sat and ate the large bowl of noodles. How come there was fog? The nearest water source was about 2 miles away from here…and it’s a river. And it couldn’t possibly have created a fog so thick that it could reach this forest. That’s impossible…is it not? No to mention…there’s not a person I know or have heard of that lives around--much less live in this forest.

I had a strange feeling that I was not--dare I quote that American actress from that weird movie…-in Tokyo anymore.

Nor was I in my world…yet…I heard voices. Women…men…children… My gaze tore themselves from the ground and into now…sunny sky? Wait a second…when did it get so sunny? Why was a hearing a crowd? Strange…I was in the forest of my Tokyo…in which…the weather should slowly turn from moist to a tinge of sunlight, mind me…and now…it was cheerfully sunny. As for the voices that I keep hearing…my ears happened to catch some oddly familiar dialogue….

“Great job, son. Your old man is proud!!”

“So now we’re all adults!”

“Congratulations graduate! Tonight, mom’s gonna cook up a feast!!”


Eyebrows rose in familiarity, I noticed that what I heard…was…what a father said to his son after the graduation in Naruto!!! Then…I really wasn’t in Tokyo. I, Riikano Kisaragi, am standing on Konohagakure turf--sweet. A tiny wondering idea came in my head…if I am here…could my money have changed??? In a swift move, I got my wallet out--only to get 660,000 ryou sitting in there!!!!
“Yatta…!”

I raised a fist and jumped. Now, I didn’t have to go hungry, or worry about food, or a home--home. Home. Apartment…oh shit. All hope of mine were crushed when I found out that--if I bought a home or apartment…I would need an I.D. or passbook… Great. Just great. My dream has been realized weirdly…and now, I have to worry about this. Oh joy…oh fucking joy. I sighed and looked in front of me as I walked. The ninja academy was there, and so was a crowd, and…the Hokage!! Crap, I had forgotten about Sarutobi!! If he caught me standing here, I’m dead!! The last thing I need to worry about now is him and the other ninjas!
My crimson eyes stared at what I saw next…a tree. Wait, no, no, no!!! Not the stupid tree!!! Him…Naruto!! It was him!! Alive and--grieving? Was he upset…? I looked hard at his figure, sitting in slight despair, thought he was truly hurting on the inside. I mentally grasped his image only to see him wince one or three times.

“Hey, isn’t that the kid who--”

“Yeah. That’s him. The only one who failed!”

Before I knew it, my hand flew up to my mouth and slowly cried at those despiteful words. I was then reminded of…how something familiar like that occurred to me. Only, I was 3 and it was a kindergarten graduation. My parents were still nowhere to be found, and I was baby-sat by the most pitiful woman who graced along my path. A real horror whenever I came home…she’d stare at me and look back at the T.V. And as a child, life really never easy…until Pedro came. But that was much, much later on.
All I remembered from the distant memory, was that every kid was laughing…smiling, and walking with their families. Mother, father, brother and or sister. Grandparents…uncles and aunts. They all rejoiced in the ceremony…and I too also heard such words that Naruto did…

20 years back….Kitonoiki Preschool

“Yay!! Hey, sweetums, aren’t you glad you’re now a big kid?”

One drop.

“We are so proud of you…what would you like as a gift?”

Two drop.

“Mommy! Daddy, can we have sweet dumplings for dinner!!”

Three…four…five…let the little drops fall unto the embracing arms of parent flowers…

“Grandma, you came!! Yay!!”

A young Riikano stood there when she was announced. All eyes of adults landed on her as the principal handed her a certificate, then looked away unto the gleaming eyes of their young. The raven haired girl walked down the stairs, only to be greeted by no one. Loneliness and pain hit her very hard, as children whispered stupid rumors about her parents running off on her. Crystal tears ran down her beautiful porcelain face…and her hair cascaded down with her.

“Look…it’s that Kisaragi girl! I heard her parents never came for her.”

“Such a shame. Oh well, maybe she’s bad mannered.”

“Mommy, mommy!! It’s that girl, the one I told who hit me!!”

“Really? Geez, no wonder her parents forgot.”

“Did you know that the girl never made a friend? I heard she’s gothic or something…”

Quiet steps were all that was left behind…and went into the rain. Riikano found her favorite swing and sat on it. Knowing her parents never would do something like push her, she raised her stubby legs and pushed herself, only to slide off, and get a split, blood wound. Despite her efforts in trying to keep the rain off her, Riikano made a tough decision and ripped off a piece of her dress and wrapped it around the wound. And in little time, she walked to the nearest video store to purchase a funny volume of Excel Saga.

Present time

Tears moistened my hands as I sniffed, feeling hurt and broken. How I always hated things like that!! Holidays in which families always participated made me sick. I knew Naruto would feel like that. Until---click!! The light in my head brought up something!! I still had the ramen bowl! Naruto loves ramen!! Being the Samaritan I thought I always was, I whispered loud enough for the blonde to hear.

“Naruto…Naruto…”

In response, the boy lifted his head in surprise and looked behind him. He looked for what called him, and what he found was me. Smiling in response, I said…”Want my ramen?? I really never ate it all, and I wondered…”

“For me…? Oi-----how do you know my name?!?!?!” he pointed at me. I really hoped he didn’t take me as an enemy…

“Listen…wait, here!!” I gave him the lukewarm bowl, and sat down. I sat and listened to his noisy slurps and noises of appreciation. All of what I knew of this boy remained the way I knew it. Blonde, spiky hair, curious, blue eyes, and sun-kissed skin of a light tan hue…and that scary appetite he had. A large sweat drop ran down my forehead head as he finished eating and looked at me.

“Arigatou, pretty lady!! I appreciate the ramen!! You got any more?!” he smiled. Gee…one bowl of ramen can get his hopes up?? This kid had one hell of a one-tracked mind. Nodding my head in response, I held my hand out for him to shake.

“I believe I didn’t introduce myself--”

“Name’s Uzumaki Naruto!! I’m Konoha’s number one best shinobi and prankster! My dream is to one day become the Hokage!! Believe it!!”

I smiled. He sweat-dropped. So…this really was Naruto. No pranks…no actors…nothing. Awesome. At least, the boss can’t send any police men to capture me…but what about my things?!?! Great…I am sent to Konoha, and I don’t have my things!! Clothes, I can make and get, food, that too…but all my irreplaceable anime and manga!!! My designs!! What am I going to do…and…I need a job!! A job!! Oh God, why me?!?!?! At this moment Naruto was probably staring at me, thinking I was more nuts that I looked…

“Ok, pretty lady!! What’s your name? Why are you wearing that? Why are you here? And can I get some raaaamen????” the blonde boy clapped his hands in begging. Wow. All four questions stated in four seconds…and still this kid wants ramen…

I stood, Naruto now wide-eyed and staring at me. Of course, he had to. He only reached up to my abdomen, pretty short for a 12 year old, I might say. I looked down at him, and told him my name. Sir Bubbly responded with a “That’s really pretty!!”, and I thanked him. Personally because no ever told me that, and then I looked at him. And after I told him about what happened to me…he smiled real wide.

“And how many bowls of ramen are we talking about??”

Sigh. This will rip off all my money I just recently found in my wallet.

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“Iruka…do you know the young lady Naruto is speaking to?” an old voice spoke.

It was none other than the grand Hokage, one of the five ninja powers, one out of five leaders who ruled thousands of ninja. Sarutobi, the Hokage recently came out to watch the graduation and many people who came to pick up their children, congratulating them for their success in the ninja academy and how they were going to love being a genin.
The old man, filled with knowledge and power, was still recovering from a new headache that came from one of Naruto’s many pranks. The boy had such nerve, he thought. So much nerve to have faced the consequences and putting himself in trouble--yet again--and paint the monument of the four previous Hokages, including himself. Every day, he had to suffer with a complaint hat Naruto had just done something that always got him in trouble.

Could Sarutobi blame the poor child? In terms of mischievous behavior, of course…but it wasn’t entirely his fault. All the stupidity of going into dilemmas…was only out of needing attention. He watched the boy grow, year after year, time after time, and he always saw the same thing. No difference, for Naruto. But for the people…he only felt a tiny tinge that pained him. Hatred in his people’s eyes. Hatred against Naruto. Never was the boy treated with equality, just as the fourth Hokage asked for. The worse, besides not having parents, was that people hated him for what he was.

The Kyuubii’s prison. Only because he was the imprisonment of the Kyuubi no Gaki. And only for that reason.

All of the villagers saw him as a monster and not the little boy that he was. The true Naruto, the prankster, the pained orphan. It was always a mystery never seeing Naruto cry or breaking down. It was always a tad annoying to hear him say…”ONE DAY, I WILL SURPASS YOU, OLD MAN!!! I WILL ADVANCE MY WAY ONTO BEING THE NEXT HOKAGE!! BEEELIEVE IT!!” And so, that little blonde, whiskered ball of spunk kept him content. As well for how Naruto kept one of his chunin on his toes.

“Afraid not. In fact, I don’t even know her. Is she from some where else?” the younger, baritone voice piped up.

(A.N.: THIS IS THE 8TH PAGE!!! WTF??? N: Wow…)

The voice that responded was from no else than Iruka Umino. One of Sarutobi’s chunin and best teachers of the ninja academy, Iruka was orphaned at the age of 12. He knew all about the time of when the Kyuubi ravaged destruction upon Konoha. The pain of how he lost his parents, how horrendous it was to see the vulpine demon sweep away hordes of ninja that leaped onto him to insure the safety of Konoha…and mostly important…the young child of whom was selected to be the imprisonment for the fox.
The cries that came from Naruto, and the painful roaring from the Kyuubi as he was locked away were still engraved deeply.

However…he had no hatred for the boy. Rather, he had respect for him. The only hatred he had for was the ridiculous behavior Naruto gained from years of internal suffering. Iruka had also experienced things like this. It was no different, except that he was orphaned at 12, while Naruto, spent his whole life, from birth, delving in the pits of despising pain that the villagers provided. Sure, Naruto was ill-mannered and oblivious to the fact that Iruka had to swallow more aspirins than he did ramen, but the boy was still like a friend. Or probably like a younger brother. Either of which, would be fine.

Of course, he could have almost suffered severe brain damage from the eruption of blood from the nosebleed he had. The one from yesterday to be precise, right after Naruto’s…”show”. And right now, he watched the crowd, which remained for a while. Though, Iruka couldn’t help but see Naruto sitting on the swing with such a pained face. That face…the same face that reminded Iruka of his younger pre-teen years.
The face he truly had after the harsh scolding that the sensei provided him with. As of now, he and Sarutobi recently noticed the strange girl that spoke to Naruto. She was giving him…ramen?? A telltale question mark hung over his head as he and Sarutobi watched the little scene.

It looked like they were introducing each other, and no other thing. What really wound his mind was…how the girl was dressed. Never had he seen such--formal, yet strange clothes in his life. A business dark crimson jacket, a white blouse, high-heel shoes…and the skirt…

SPLURT…drip, drip, drip.

“Iruka…I would really appreciate it if I could have a word with you. If you don’t mind as well…please refrain your nosebleed, please. I don’t favor taking my headdress to the cleaners again…” Sarutobi alleged, a drop of blood ran down the white of the headdress.

“AGGH!! GOMEN NASAI, HOKAGE-SAMA!! And, yes, I I don’t mind. ” Iruka pleaded. Poor guy. Iruka not only needed to talk with the Hokage…but he looked at the girls’ lingerie and bled all over the Hokage’s headdress... Holding his nose in such pity, Iruka glanced yet again at the girl. She was…very astonishing in looks. Crimson tinged his cheeks as he stared at her…

Looks like he won’t stop drooling in the next couple of hours….

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Menchi: Wow…this was a nine pager!! Yeah!!! I was going for 12, but my fingers hurt, my brain hurts…and I gotta study for a test!! Oh and here are some things I decided to post too!!

Metal Chocobo: I remember playing Kingdom Hearts, and when I won this sword…I loved the name!! And because it was from FF…?? I forgot….

Uncle Pedro: I wanted to include the guy, because I love him!!

About the character’s name….I got it from a manga…I think…I wasn’t being very creative, now was I…?
Yeah….anyways, this is my first Naruto fanfic…I was bored…and I am starting to write the next one!! Yay!

ARIGATOU FOR READING THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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