Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sassychan ❯ Chapter 6: Kabuto the Saviour ( Chapter 6 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: boyarina 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 774 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 774 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes:
Hi! I was reading some fanfiction earlier today and cheking out the reviews made to authors...(yes i am guilty of comparing notes)...and it got me thinking...should i make this fic more serious or what? My style is more of a wacky one....but i could adjust to what you readers would like. So, tell me....should i give it a more serious tone? Don't worry, I would never fail to inject something humourous here or there ( I wouldn't be able to help myself, to tell you the truth) if its getting too serious. Anyways, I'm just circling around the subject and the million dollar question of to be serious or not to be serious? Lemme know what you think. Thanks!!!!
DISCLAIMER:
I had a dream last night, and in that dream I was talking to God about my plight. I was asking Him why is it that I couldn't have been the one who have created Naruto? Why couldn't I have been born in Japan and be exposed to this anime-crazed world? Why is it that I am not cool enough to have thought of the characters in Naruto? And on and on I have ranted to Him my frustrations in life. At one point, probably because His ears are already hurting, He interrupted me.
"Child," He said, "I wanted you to be you that is why you are what you are now."
After the counting the number of 'yous' He used in His sentence (vague and confusing it might have seemed at first), I finally nodded in understanding.
"Thank you," I said, smiling at Him gratefully.
Now, kids, that is why I do not own Naruto. (*runs away crying stupidly)
Sassychan
by Boyarina
Chapter 6: Kabuto the Saviour
(subtitle: Meet Great Grandma Uchiha)
Kabuto's mind is whirring with the information that has been bombarded to him. What made it worse is that his responsibility to the gaki has stepped a notch higher. He is now A SAVIOUR , whether he likes it or not. The ball of alien chakra forced within him would make sure of that.
He was pretty sure that it was in a dream when it happened. However, curiously enough, Kabuto could remember the exact details of the events that happened in that dream--if it was a dream in the first place. Plus, he knows this as much: the presence that surround them earlier, before the dream actually took place, had the supreme intention of changing their fates.
True enough, even before they could escape or defend themselves, even before the fire jutsu that Sasuke-kun tried to summon was executed, the world was pulled right under their feet, plunging them into this inky darkness.
Kabuto could feel his consciousness, but felt as though he had been separated from his physical body.
How had he come to that conclusion? For, one, he tried to PINCH himself (which failed since he can't seem to find where he placed his fingers) and two (having been divested of his first tactic) he tried to kick Sasuke-kun but the image that he saw apparently was just a mirage (plus he seemd to have misplaced his legs as well).
He didn't try to do the latter action again when he was given a painful yank on his ear.
"Why in the world are you kicking my great grandson and soon to be great granddaughter for?!" exclaimed a booming, yet, granny-like voice whom Kabuto presumed was the ear-yanker.
"Er," Kabuto replied, temporarily stupified, and in effect, rendered speechles. How in the world could he be abused around when he could not even touch himself? (For those who are born with naturally perverted minds, what he meant was touch his physical body).
"What do you mean, 'er'?" cried the 'don't-you-dare-mess-with-your-grandma voice'. "We had high hopes for you boy. So typical of you kids to start a good deed and later on abandon it. I knew it!"
The voice gave out a long suffering sigh. "I never was in favor of you being the Saviour. But nooooo.", the disapproval in the mystery voice was so tangible, Kabuto could just feel Sasuke's ancestor fervently shake her head from side to side.
"They have insisted on you to be the one of the Appointed Ones. personally, I think it's one of their worst idea ever. Don't get me wrong! I made my opinion known, I am never the one who keeps things to herself...." the granny voice trailed off.
"I am diverting away from the topic, aren't I? Don't you dare nod your head at me boy!"
Kabuto was, to say the least, taken aback. For starters, due to the lack of a physical body, he doesn't have a head to nod with, and, was, technically speaking, only agreeing with the baachan in his mind.
He wasn't nodding at all!!!!!
"B-but--"
Cracking of knuckles could be heard in the darkness. Not wanting to incur the wrath of unknown beings, Kabuto swallowed thickly and clamped his lips together.
"As I was saying," grumbled the granny voice, "I didn't like you being my great grandson, soon to be great granddaughter's Saviour because one: you are a pervert and two: you are formerly in league with that Orochimaru," the granny voice paused and harrumphed here grudgingly, "You have one redeeming quality though."
Kabuto perked up at this. Immature as it might seem to many, whenever someone comments on his worth, a big---no, a really HUGE grin spreads acros his face, reaching from ear to ear.
"Thanks," he said giving his best, yet imaginary, 'I-am-a-bobcat' grin.
A disapproving grunt was his reply.
"I haven't even said anything yet."
Kabuto's smile fell several notches down.
"And because you interrupted me again," Kabuto's smile, this time, completely vanished when he heard the tell-tale smirk in the baachan's voice, "I'm no longer going to say it."
"D-demo......"
"Oh! Alright! Just don't start weeping on me boy! Anyways, one good thing about you boy, is that you're handsome (a question mark popped out of Kabuto's head at this point). You made our Sasuke trust in you, making your escape flawless." reasoned the baachan, though to Kabuto's thinking, she didn't make any sense at all.
"Umm.....", he hesitantly began, wondering if this is a good time to speak up. He did receive several tongue lashings for the past fifteen minutes and adding another one is not on his priority list.
"Yes?" the baasan prodded, giving him hope that his opinion might count after all.
"Shouldn't you be praising my great strategic mind?" he suggested a little tentatively, not wanting to hit a sore nerve.
"Are you correcting me boy?"
Kanuto twitched when he heard a hint of threat in the granny voice. So much for being tentative...he did hit a nerve.
"No! Of course not!" he denied instantly thinking that succumbing to cowardice is the best way to preserve his life and sanity.
"Good answer," came the snide remark, "Anyways, because of your handsomeness and, " a muttered curse was inserted here, "your self-proclaimed 'great strategic mind', we are appointing you to be our Sasuke's Saviour."
Something speared Kabuto on his back, but instead of bludgeoning pain, he felt a complete numbness go over him. Immediately after, a greenish glow burst forth, allowing him to see what lies in the darknes surrounding him.
He saw his nearly transparent body housing a green glowing ball of what seemed like chakra.
"You first task it to complete you journey to Konoha. The second is," the old woman stopped talking at this point. She seemed to be waiting for something to come.
Apprehension washed over him; waiting, after all, is not one of his best points. Soon enough though, what the baasan stalled for happened.
Two more chakra projectiles speared him, one on top of his head and the other on his chest.
"Find Sasuke's Protector and Ally. Then, after sometime, you will be free to do as you wish. We shall cal you forth once the need arises."
One part of him was about to rebel against the abruptness of it all, however, it was quickly dampened by Kami-knows-what. Kabuto wouldn't be so surprised if it's the green chakra doing it.
"How?", was all he managed to say.
Again, he felt the baasan smirk.
"Well, that's where your 'great strategic mind' will be put to use, wouldn't it?" The granny cackled out maiciously and without giving him a second to retort, she spun him back to reality.
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Comments:
Guys, I'm sorry anout this chapter. It sucks. I know that is my personal opinion as well. I have tried to revise a gazzillion times but just wouldnt come out the way I wanted it to come out. I know it sucks, but I need it for the story....bear with me for a little while. I'll do something about this chapter. I'll just post it here for a while for the sake of having a story plot. Thanks for your understanding and consideration.
P.S. I know the disclaimer insert story is much better (at least I think it is).
Inspirational stuff:
"Happiness is somewhere between too little and too much. May you have just enough wealth to meet your needs but enough poverty to learn how to work hard; enough blessings to know that God loves you but enough problems so you don't forget Him; enough happiness to keep you sweet, but enough trials to keep you strong. Who you are is God's gift to you....but who you become is your gift to God. God Bless!"
Hi! I was reading some fanfiction earlier today and cheking out the reviews made to authors...(yes i am guilty of comparing notes)...and it got me thinking...should i make this fic more serious or what? My style is more of a wacky one....but i could adjust to what you readers would like. So, tell me....should i give it a more serious tone? Don't worry, I would never fail to inject something humourous here or there ( I wouldn't be able to help myself, to tell you the truth) if its getting too serious. Anyways, I'm just circling around the subject and the million dollar question of to be serious or not to be serious? Lemme know what you think. Thanks!!!!
DISCLAIMER:
I had a dream last night, and in that dream I was talking to God about my plight. I was asking Him why is it that I couldn't have been the one who have created Naruto? Why couldn't I have been born in Japan and be exposed to this anime-crazed world? Why is it that I am not cool enough to have thought of the characters in Naruto? And on and on I have ranted to Him my frustrations in life. At one point, probably because His ears are already hurting, He interrupted me.
"Child," He said, "I wanted you to be you that is why you are what you are now."
After the counting the number of 'yous' He used in His sentence (vague and confusing it might have seemed at first), I finally nodded in understanding.
"Thank you," I said, smiling at Him gratefully.
Now, kids, that is why I do not own Naruto. (*runs away crying stupidly)
Sassychan
by Boyarina
Chapter 6: Kabuto the Saviour
(subtitle: Meet Great Grandma Uchiha)
Kabuto's mind is whirring with the information that has been bombarded to him. What made it worse is that his responsibility to the gaki has stepped a notch higher. He is now A SAVIOUR , whether he likes it or not. The ball of alien chakra forced within him would make sure of that.
He was pretty sure that it was in a dream when it happened. However, curiously enough, Kabuto could remember the exact details of the events that happened in that dream--if it was a dream in the first place. Plus, he knows this as much: the presence that surround them earlier, before the dream actually took place, had the supreme intention of changing their fates.
True enough, even before they could escape or defend themselves, even before the fire jutsu that Sasuke-kun tried to summon was executed, the world was pulled right under their feet, plunging them into this inky darkness.
Kabuto could feel his consciousness, but felt as though he had been separated from his physical body.
How had he come to that conclusion? For, one, he tried to PINCH himself (which failed since he can't seem to find where he placed his fingers) and two (having been divested of his first tactic) he tried to kick Sasuke-kun but the image that he saw apparently was just a mirage (plus he seemd to have misplaced his legs as well).
He didn't try to do the latter action again when he was given a painful yank on his ear.
"Why in the world are you kicking my great grandson and soon to be great granddaughter for?!" exclaimed a booming, yet, granny-like voice whom Kabuto presumed was the ear-yanker.
"Er," Kabuto replied, temporarily stupified, and in effect, rendered speechles. How in the world could he be abused around when he could not even touch himself? (For those who are born with naturally perverted minds, what he meant was touch his physical body).
"What do you mean, 'er'?" cried the 'don't-you-dare-mess-with-your-grandma voice'. "We had high hopes for you boy. So typical of you kids to start a good deed and later on abandon it. I knew it!"
The voice gave out a long suffering sigh. "I never was in favor of you being the Saviour. But nooooo.", the disapproval in the mystery voice was so tangible, Kabuto could just feel Sasuke's ancestor fervently shake her head from side to side.
"They have insisted on you to be the one of the Appointed Ones. personally, I think it's one of their worst idea ever. Don't get me wrong! I made my opinion known, I am never the one who keeps things to herself...." the granny voice trailed off.
"I am diverting away from the topic, aren't I? Don't you dare nod your head at me boy!"
Kabuto was, to say the least, taken aback. For starters, due to the lack of a physical body, he doesn't have a head to nod with, and, was, technically speaking, only agreeing with the baachan in his mind.
He wasn't nodding at all!!!!!
"B-but--"
Cracking of knuckles could be heard in the darkness. Not wanting to incur the wrath of unknown beings, Kabuto swallowed thickly and clamped his lips together.
"As I was saying," grumbled the granny voice, "I didn't like you being my great grandson, soon to be great granddaughter's Saviour because one: you are a pervert and two: you are formerly in league with that Orochimaru," the granny voice paused and harrumphed here grudgingly, "You have one redeeming quality though."
Kabuto perked up at this. Immature as it might seem to many, whenever someone comments on his worth, a big---no, a really HUGE grin spreads acros his face, reaching from ear to ear.
"Thanks," he said giving his best, yet imaginary, 'I-am-a-bobcat' grin.
A disapproving grunt was his reply.
"I haven't even said anything yet."
Kabuto's smile fell several notches down.
"And because you interrupted me again," Kabuto's smile, this time, completely vanished when he heard the tell-tale smirk in the baachan's voice, "I'm no longer going to say it."
"D-demo......"
"Oh! Alright! Just don't start weeping on me boy! Anyways, one good thing about you boy, is that you're handsome (a question mark popped out of Kabuto's head at this point). You made our Sasuke trust in you, making your escape flawless." reasoned the baachan, though to Kabuto's thinking, she didn't make any sense at all.
"Umm.....", he hesitantly began, wondering if this is a good time to speak up. He did receive several tongue lashings for the past fifteen minutes and adding another one is not on his priority list.
"Yes?" the baasan prodded, giving him hope that his opinion might count after all.
"Shouldn't you be praising my great strategic mind?" he suggested a little tentatively, not wanting to hit a sore nerve.
"Are you correcting me boy?"
Kanuto twitched when he heard a hint of threat in the granny voice. So much for being tentative...he did hit a nerve.
"No! Of course not!" he denied instantly thinking that succumbing to cowardice is the best way to preserve his life and sanity.
"Good answer," came the snide remark, "Anyways, because of your handsomeness and, " a muttered curse was inserted here, "your self-proclaimed 'great strategic mind', we are appointing you to be our Sasuke's Saviour."
Something speared Kabuto on his back, but instead of bludgeoning pain, he felt a complete numbness go over him. Immediately after, a greenish glow burst forth, allowing him to see what lies in the darknes surrounding him.
He saw his nearly transparent body housing a green glowing ball of what seemed like chakra.
"You first task it to complete you journey to Konoha. The second is," the old woman stopped talking at this point. She seemed to be waiting for something to come.
Apprehension washed over him; waiting, after all, is not one of his best points. Soon enough though, what the baasan stalled for happened.
Two more chakra projectiles speared him, one on top of his head and the other on his chest.
"Find Sasuke's Protector and Ally. Then, after sometime, you will be free to do as you wish. We shall cal you forth once the need arises."
One part of him was about to rebel against the abruptness of it all, however, it was quickly dampened by Kami-knows-what. Kabuto wouldn't be so surprised if it's the green chakra doing it.
"How?", was all he managed to say.
Again, he felt the baasan smirk.
"Well, that's where your 'great strategic mind' will be put to use, wouldn't it?" The granny cackled out maiciously and without giving him a second to retort, she spun him back to reality.
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Comments:
Guys, I'm sorry anout this chapter. It sucks. I know that is my personal opinion as well. I have tried to revise a gazzillion times but just wouldnt come out the way I wanted it to come out. I know it sucks, but I need it for the story....bear with me for a little while. I'll do something about this chapter. I'll just post it here for a while for the sake of having a story plot. Thanks for your understanding and consideration.
P.S. I know the disclaimer insert story is much better (at least I think it is).
Inspirational stuff:
"Happiness is somewhere between too little and too much. May you have just enough wealth to meet your needs but enough poverty to learn how to work hard; enough blessings to know that God loves you but enough problems so you don't forget Him; enough happiness to keep you sweet, but enough trials to keep you strong. Who you are is God's gift to you....but who you become is your gift to God. God Bless!"