I DON'T OWN NARUTO

The weather didn't reflect the general mood of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. One of their own had fallen at the hands of a teammate turned traitor. The clear skies and copious sunshine was ill suited for those in mourning. Or maybe not, maybe it was the perfect tribute to one that shone so brightly for so briefly. The morass would have surprised the one that was the source, a lifetime pariah he couldn't imagine that many people being sad he was gone. But they were.

The shinobi saw a comrade, one that beat the odds again and again. One that saved untold number of lives when he stopped the "Sand Demon" on top the legendary toad boss. Loud, obnoxious and untalented. Hardworking, loyal, steadfast. Uzumaki Naruto was a contradiction but he was one of theirs. The civilian villagers, while not having completely come around on the young ninja knew not to show one ounce of joy at his passing. There were no celebrations.

The ninja did not ask much of their civilian counterparts but it was understood, you never delighted in the death of one that defended you. Someone that put their body, mind and soul on the line. To do so was to court a swift and severe backlash. Many may have secretly been comforted that the Nine tailed Fox was no longer inside the village but more were grappling with shame, no longer able to ignore the cheery smiles of a boy that simply wanted acceptance.

And if shinobi and civilian alike could feel that lose in general, those that knew the orange colored maelstrom felt it acutely. A new Chunin, genius intellect but very little initiative was barely keeping his head above water. It was hard to accept he was the leader and yet he stopped. A broken finger and low on chakra had been his excuse to leave the goal of the mission to others. Only a timely intervention of unknown allies, Gaara and Lee, allowed Naruto to even make it to Sasuke.

But where was his back up? Where was his leader? Miles away. The boy that quit because it was troublesome. He was acknowledged as ready to lead but leadership is more than intellect. He requested to be demoted to a genin believing he had too much to learn before he could consider himself fit to lead. HIs father argued against it, Tsunade did not. The rest of the retrieval team were experiencing similar emotions. If only they had been faster, stronger, better. No amount of being cautioned against such questions stopped them. It was their burden to always wonder if.

If one thought Shikamaru was experiencing the greatest amount of guilt they would be wrong. In a room filled with mementos of a peaceful childhood sat a girl with pink hair. Her last words to her teammates running continuously on loop. How she begged to go with the one and begged to be aided by the other. She was right there, why hadn't she gone? Why on a mission as dangerous as that did she make him promise to bring Sasuke back? It was only in her memories did she see the tinge of pain, of heartbreak at her demonstration of love and devotion to the one that left. That hurt her and left. She was left to agonize over her choices and the fear that her teammate, her support thought she didn't care if he returned as long as Sasuke did.

She wanted to scream at the injustice, at words never spoken and actions never taken. She wished she had told him his smile was comforting, that at times he could be funny. That while he wasn't cool like Sasuke he was something altogether different but just as valuable. That while she didn't return his feelings, she did care. He mattered. She just wish he knew he mattered and now he never would.

Unknown to the girl was the ANBU operative overlooking her room. The signs of an upcoming suicide attempt to prevalent not to take the precaution. The agent watched as one so new to the life of shinobi struggled with its oldest taboo. She watched impassively knowing there could only be one outcome, the girl would break or be remade into something better, stronger, sterner. She could not remain the same.

In a private training ground another young kunoichi is lost in thought. The sounds of her striking a training post and her grunts of effort not registering to her ears. Her normally lavender eyes red, swollen and dry. No more tears were left. Just pain and regret. For so long she took his strength. He was her example, he showed her how to get back up. The nindo of the proud failure, to never got back on his word. But she had watched long enough to know sometimes it took longer for him to get back up. Sometimes he didn't want to. Whether he wanted to lay down or have someone give him a hand she'd never know.

Her shyness, deepened and worsened by her clan, and her fear of rejection had the ironic of effect of her rejecting him. She had people even if many were horrid. He had no one but because she couldn't tolerate losing him she denied him her. It was a sick conclusion and inspired an impressive amount of self-hatred. She wanted to harden her heart to cut off all emotions but patterns are near impossible to break. And just like so many times before, she'd draw on his strength and use his example. She wouldn't not feel, she'd feel it all and endure. Reforge herself into someone that could have walked beside him and acknowledged him in the open. It was her promise of a lifetime.

In another part of Konoha, training ground three, an elite and prodigious Jounin worked himself to exhaustion. So many failures, so much loss. Kakashi was used to this feeling, he lived with it for so long. His team, possibly cursed from the outset. A bad social experiment that should have never been. It only got worse as time went on. The Sannin Team Seven survived well into adulthood and started when they were six. Minato-sensei's Team Seven survived for years, falling apart during the onset of adolescence. His Team Seven didn't even make it a year. And to make matters worse it was an amalgamation of the previous iterations. One teammate slain by another, using the chidori. One teammate turned traitor.

This was Kakashi's greatest failure, he knew that and would live with it. What bothered him was the part of the record he would never get to set straight. The story being created was of a wounded and flawed sensei favoriting the student most like him. That was wrong in its entirety. Never, not once, did Kakashi see himself in Sasuke. Kakashi was focused on the mission above all else, Sasuke was focused on himself. He gave Sasuke the chidori because he truly believed the boy needed it to live, that was the only reason. But they would look to his other students and cite their lack of demonstrable skill.

Sakura, they would say, was a perfect genjutsu and iryojutsu type. Why not give her genjutsu or enroll her to be a medic? He would answer that genjutsu is more than chakra control. It is intelligence and intuition. Sakura was smart and had an eidetic memory but also had trouble crossing the bridge from knowledge to application. Also, she had to want to be a medic nin. That, too, requires more than perfect chakra control and if she rages out on a patient like she did her teammate she'd be kicked out of the program. Tsunade-sama can do that because she's Tsunade-sama. So, he worked on her basics, on her physical conditioning and waited for her to find her resolve. He couldn't give it to her.

But, they would say, you gave Sasuke multiple katon jutsu and the chidori. Kakashi would argue, Sasuke used the one katon jutsu he knew so poorly, tactically, if Kakashi didn't give him a smaller and more flexible alternative the boy was going to get himself killed. It wasn't favoritism but pragmatism.

Ok, they may concede, what about the boy that learned the Mass Shadow Clone Jutsu in a few hours? A workable rasengan in a month and did both at the age of twelve? More chakra than his little body could manage and more determination than a shinobi thrice his age. What about that?

He wouldn't answer. His reasons were too selfish and shortsighted to want them truly known. Anytime he refused to teach Naruto a "cool jutsu" it wasn't due to lack of maturity, though he did need to mature a bit. It wasn't because he couldn't handle it. He simply didn't want his little brother growing up too fast. He wanted him safe and protected. Kakashi had lost too many people, some to the dream and demands of being Hokage. He wanted his little brother to be safe, to find a nice girl and have a family. But Naruto's eyes shone with ambition, a drive greater than all those around him. And each time Kakashi attempted to keep his little brother safe it only put him in the thick of it.

In Wave, he didn't want Naruto to face Zabuza nor his apprentice, he thought he'd be safe with Tsunami and he ended up saving her and Inari's life instead. He recommended his team for the Chunin Exams because he thought it would be just extreme enough to show them they weren't ready and he could justify not entering them again until he returned to Konoha. He sent Naruto, with a team, after Gaara because he assumed it would be away from a majority of the heavy fighting and that Gaara was so wounded and tired Sasuke could handle him. He failed. And for his failure, for his foolish and selfish motivations he got to carry his little brother's dead body back to the village. To hand him to a coroner. To inform Tsunade-sama that he was gone. To hear her wails of pain as he exited. To know that by trying to keep Naruto to himself, he lost him for everyone.

In the office of the Hokage two women were seeing to their duties as Hokage and assistant. There was no joy, not even the comical annoyance with the workload. Just a calm, dreadful silence. Neither knew how their thoughts mirrored as they considered the missing member of their makeshift family. How they regretted never saying how much he meant to them in the short time they knew him. They assumed he knew but wondered how valuable the actual words contained for him. How dejected they were that they'd never see him in his Hokage robes after having earned the acknowledgement he'd always sought. So much potential wasted, so many turning points and achievements that will never come to fruition.

"Why is everyone so depressed?" Jiraiya asked from the window. He'd just returned and couldn't shake the dour vibe of the village.

"Jiraiya?!" Tsunade exclaimed. So caught up in her grief she forget he wouldn't know and now she was going to have to tell him he lost his godson.

"Jiraiya, please sit down we need to talk." Jiraiya ignored the impulse to crack a joke, Tsunade was off and the mood was too serious to be lightened.

"Three days ago, I sent a team to retrieve Sasuke Uchiha. He defected for Oto. The team consisted of Chunin Shikamaru Nara and Genin Neji Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Choji Akimichi and Naruto. They ran into unexpected opposition, Orochimaru's elite guards. If not for timely interventions by the Suna siblings and Rock Lee each of the boys would have died."

"So the Uchiha turned traitor and the gaki got roughed up? How bad is it? Is he still in the hospital?" Jiraiya questioned and saw Tsunade's eyes get watery.

"N-naruto didn't make it Jiraiya. His injuries were too severe and he died before Kakashi could return him to the village."

"No, you're wrong."

"I've seen his body, Jiraiya. I don't want to believe it either but Naruto is gone."

"No, Tsunade, he isn't."

"I know this will be hard to acce-" before she could finish Jiraiya removed his summoner's scroll and unrolled it. She looked and saw the name, it hadn't been changed. If Naruto were dead his name would have changed on the scroll. "WHERE IS HE?"

"I don't know, Hime. I'm really confused but he's about to be here. Reverse Summoning Jutsu." Without delay Jiraiya performed the technique and a plume of smoke emerged. After it cleared they were in the presence of a young man, about five feet in height. Sunshine yellow hair, azure blue eyes and three whisker marks on each cheek. He was wearing bluish gray chest armor and hand guards. Underneath was a midnight blue shirt and matching pants. He had two swords straight to his left side, longer than a wakizashi but shorter than full length katana. He had a pouch on his lower back and two holsters, black, on each thigh. He also had a look of pure confusion before he darted out of the window.

Six hours previous, a shinobi of the Bloodline Faction in Kiri's Civil War could be found on a cot. He'd mysteriously passed out three days previous and hadn't awoken. No one knew why, he'd been perfectly healthy up to that point, as far as anyone knew. However, after he fell unconscious his face would often look pained. His comrades attempted to keep him comfortable, there weren't very many advanced iryojutsu practitioners in their ranks so they could only wait and see.

He greeted the waking world with a splitting headache and a deep sense of confusion. He knew things he shouldn't know, saw or lived a life that was not his. Went by a name that had no meaning and meant everything to him. Fought a best friend and rival, and died for a village that didn't value him, didn't want him. He had so many questions and no way to answer them. He adjusted slightly and felt another body pressed against his. The feel was too familiar to be mistaken for anyone else. His heart started racing and his body tensed, he cursed his lack of awareness.

"I wouldn't have allowed you to wake up if I were going to do that, Menma-kun." she spoke, her voice as sultry as ever as she held him in her arms. "You had me worried, I had to come check on you."

"Hai, Mei-sama-"

"Sensei."

"Hai."

"I want you to join Kiri, Menma-kun, as a Jounin. You fought so bravely for Kiri you should join it officially." She waited but got no response. "I know we have things to resolve and we will but that can only happen if you stay."

"A shinobi must trust their Kage."

"Hm, is that your concern? That you can't trust me as the Mizukage?"

"It would be vaLID!" his voice going up as she slipped her hand underneath his mesh shirt. Mei began to run her fingers up and down his stomach and chest, her motions sending shivers down his spine.

"It must be so frustrating being you, Menma-kun. A man's responsibilities, a man's power. Maybe even a man's desires but trapped in the body of a child, no older than thirteen."

"I don't see how that's relevant, Mei-sama." Menma spoke barely above a whisper, no longer trusting his voice.

"Sensei. It's relevant because if we're going to ever resolve things we have to be completely honest with ourselves and each other."

"I wasn't aware I lied to you."

"Tell me, Menma-kun, was is the true source of your hurt. Is it that of a soldier betrayed by his commander? A student forsaken by his master? Or is it something else, something deeper and more immediate?"

"There's nothing else it could be."

"Oh," she said with a gasp and Menma could feel her smile as if he'd walked into her trap. "How about a man betrayed by his woman? Doesn't get much deeper than that." Menma didn't reply, thinking his silence would stop her game. Besides, he knew denials would only be seen as evidence in support of her theory.

"It wasn't an easy decision. I regretted it as soon as I gave the order. But could you see things from my perspective? I have fought, bled and sacrificed for Kiri. For her people, for her very existence. I've had to overlook horrid, evil men because they were temporary allies. I held this faction together sometimes with nothing more than my strength of will. And when things were turning around, when we were gaining I had to deal with an uprising. All these men, weak in constitution and nowhere near my equal telling me I should groom my student for the role of Mizukage.

The student I raised and trained. The one I kept sane when he nearly broke and provided the conditions to unleash his potential. Instead of a testament to my skills, my stewardship, it was used against me as a justification to deny me what I had earned, what I deserved. All because I was the wrong gender. If only they knew you had no love for Kiri or her people. The silent disdain you held for many that fought beside you. They reveled in the kill and destruction. Terrorized the smallfolk. But they wanted you to lead, to guide Kiri.

My ambitions were too great, Menma-kun. Too great to be ignored, to go unheeded. So, I found a way to remove many of my rivals and to give you a mission that had to fail. I didn't know Yagura would be there, I never thought you might not come back. As soon as I knew he was on the move so was I. And think, Menma-kun, how great a force it must take for a woman to betray her man."

She left after, left him to his thoughts. Too many thoughts, too much detail. It was just like when he was a kid, before he learned to focus and frame it all. Everything begging to be given an equal amount of attention. Every sight, every sound. He was too disturbed to meditate, ironic as it may be and all those unanswered questions and new memories were just a burden. He wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up. To not remember her smile. How powerful it was, how it compelled him to do everything, anything. How it drove him to train harder, better, smarter. To complete missions faster, more efficiently. Completing the goals, not losing anyone in the process.

But one day her smile became insincere. He hadn't known why. His world became cold. He redoubled his efforts, breaking every limitation. Not a day passed he wasn't in some amount of pain. Training or fighting. Spying and sabotage. He'd do it all. He did it all. He thought it would make her real smile return but she simply stopped smiling altogether. To think, it was due to the machinations of people he didn't even know nor cared about. It was too much, he had to leave. He wasn't a registered shinobi so she couldn't send any Hunter Nin after him, not even Ao.

Pained, confused, heartbroken, Menma cleansed himself, gathered his things before having a quick meal. Then he left camp, unnoticed by all. He was attempting to reach the coast, to catch a ride to the mainland. He didn't know nor did he care where he was going as long as he wasn't near her. As he neared the dock he felt himself being pulled in the most powerful shunshin he'd ever experienced. A moment later he was in an office he'd never been in but known, staring at people he'd never met but held dear. It was too confusing, two sets of instincts warring within. Hug Baachan/Get out of the Village. The impulse to flee, to find shelter and hide was stronger so he jumped out of the window and made a mad dash toward the village gates.

Jiraiya didn't need to be told to follow after the fleeing blond, he did so without a second thought. Tsunade commanded her ANBU to follow, to detain but not harm Naruto. She instructed Shizune to summon the Inoshikacho, the original and some Aburame. Shizune did as instructed. Once her office was cleared Tsunade created a shadow clone, it needing no orders went off to complete its task while Tsunade joined the pursuit.

They were gaining on him, five chakra signatures. Only one was truly concerning, the kami forsaken Toad Sage. Menma had a choice to make. Chances are they've alerted the gate guards to stop him. He can try to hide in the village and sneak out later, Naruto's time as a prankster has given him a good layout of the village. But none of that will matter if he doesn't lose the pervert. While darting across rooftops Menma makes a sharp turn toward the training grounds and hoped he could neutralize them swiftly.

Jiraiya was impressed with the gaki's speed. Sure it was augmented with chakra but still, the boy had some zip. He did grow curious when he saw Naruto lead them to a training ground. He figured the boy would try to lose them and hoped he wasn't seeking a confrontation. This was all too weird. Soon all parties came to a stop, the ANBU hiding in the trees while Jiraiya saw Naruto standing in the center of the field.

"Naruto, we just want to talk and help. We don't know what's going on or how you died but didn't."

"Menma, I go by Menma…. Though I'm no longer attached to the name. I have his memories as confusing as they are, why didn't anyone ever teach him how to shut it off? No wonder you all thought he was an idiot, you dummies didn't even get it."

"Shut what off? Just talk to me, gaki."

"You think he had a short attention span, people used to think I did as well but that wasn't it. I had no filter, no way to prioritize information, everything was given equal weight. The same with my thoughts, until I learned how to control it. The kid could have been a Jounin by now if anyone gave half a damn."

"Are you a Jounin? With Kiri if I could judge by the attire."

"No, I've never been registered as a shinobi of the Mist. Nor will I ever be. Ugh, the kid's memories are affecting me. I don't want to fight but I'm not staying here. The kid loved you all but outside perspective makes most of you seem like assholes, dattebayo…. What the fuck was that?"

"Your… Naruto's verbal tic."

"Hm… I don't know if I like it, feels weird. Anyway, will you let me leave, Jiraiya of the Sannin?"

"I would but Tsunade would literally beat me to death and we need to figure out what happened. I have a suspicion and I bet Tsunade is thinking along similar lines. Besides, you aren't looking too hot, kid." And he wasn't, that headache hadn't gone away and Menma had phantom aches from Naruto's fight with Sasuke. Not to mention, he pushed himself pretty hard to leave Mei.

"Sorry, I won't subject myself to your authority, even if you do mean well. Just let me leave and we can meet on neutral ground in two days."

"I can't do that." said Jiraiya. He could, it was reasonable but he was worried about his health and the mysteries surrounding him.

"You sure? I've been fighting a war. You're just an old pervert. You sure you got any get up and go left?"

"I've got plenty of get up and go, boy."

"Do you? Or does it just take you forever to get up and go?"

"Funny."

"Thanks, I try. I also do magic. For my first trick," Menma said before blurring through hand signs, "Hiding in the Mist Jutsu." The four ANBU surrounded Jiraiya. Back to back with no space in between was one of the best ways to combat this jutsu if you weren't a sensor. The problem was, Menma knew that and was counting on it. He performed more hand signs, "Lightning Style: Shock and Awe Jutsu." Lightning chakra was concentrated into the palms of his hands before being streamed into the mist. The ANBU took the brunt but the jutsu knocked Jiraiya out of the mist.

Menma went on the attack. He shot out a palm strike but Jiraiya blocked it with his forearm. However, he was confused when a pain surged through is entire arm, up to his shoulder. Before he could even think, he used other arm to block another strike and experienced the same sensation. Jiraiya launched a middle kick, not as powerful as normal but he figured it would be more than enough to topple Naruto. He was wrong. The smaller boy caught the kick and then struck Jiraiya with two fingers, in his calf and thigh rendering the leg numb and unresponsive.

Still holding Jiraiya's leg, Menma hit Jiraiya in the solar plexus with a two finger jab, paralyzing the Gama Sannin. Menma let him drop. A part of him wanted to apologize, knowing the man wasn't going anywhere near his best. But he remembered the prick tossed him.. Naruto, whatever down a ravine so this was payback. With the immediate threats neutralized Menma started running towards the nears gate section.

Jiraiya was relieved when he felt the healing chakra enter his system. Finally, having gained full mobility he sat up and looked at his teammate, her confusion apparent.

"I'll explain after we get him." She nodded.

"InoShikaCho and the Aburame are tracking him."

"Hopefully that will be enough." Jiraiya said.

As the two Sannin continued their pursuit, Naruto was nearing the walls. He suspected simply going up and over would set off some kind of alarm but he had no time to be precious about his escape, he just needed to be gone. Then he sighed. Six Aburame clans me had just shown up and surrounded him, one he recognized.

"Shino?"

"You remember, Naruto-san?"

"Menma, the name is Menma. I don't remember you but Naruto did. He always respected how self-contained you were, wanted to be your friend but thought his personality would be off putting. He also thought you were one of the strongest members of your class."

"It is nice to know I was well regarded. Please, come with us as you do not look well."

"Yea, I feel like complete shit but something weird is going on and waking up in a strange hospital with people calling me a name that isn't my own just doesn't appeal to me. I don't want to harm you nor your clansmen. Nor the shadow using bastard that is trying to sneak me. Just let me be."

"Sorry, orders. Secret Technique: Insect Bog." The other clansmen followed suit and started releasing a mass of bugs. Menma didn't want to harm their allies so all of his raiton jutsu were out and most of his fuuton as well.

'Guess I'll have to flex real quick.' Naruto then performed a few hand signs and immediately a pillar of water began to circle around him. "Water Style: Water Shockwave" he subvocalized and the water unleashed in every direction, carrying the Aburame in its tow. Menma was breathing heavily. 'Damnit, my chakra control is off and my reserves feel larger.' but he would not allow it to impede him.

The original InoShikaCho sat back and watched a feat not accomplished since the Second Hokage. Choza was the first to speak.

"Shikaku, what do we do. He's clearly on his last legs but that makes him more dangerous to himself and us."

"Troublesome, my shadow jutsu is more difficult to control on water and him being a jinchuuriki means Inoichi can't use his more offensive jutsu. Choza, you go big, maybe that'll scare him." The Nara clan head ignored the skeptical looks he received and watch his friend turn into a literal giant.

"YOU CAN TURN INTO A LITERAL GIANT? THAT'S SCARY AS SHIT, TTEBAYO!" Menma yelled, losing all composure. Shikaku simply looked smug. Choza and Inoichi had a sweatdrop.

'Shit, I can't fight a giant right now. I can barely see straight and have been running off instinct… just not all my own. Naruto and I are connected somehow. I even feel like I can use his jutsu. This is either really smart or really stupid but fuck it' "Summoning Jutsu."

"How did we forget he could do that?" Inoichi asked.

"I didn't recall him being very good at it."

"Forgive me, I can be kinda clumsy."

"What? You're a giant toad, you're awesome, 'ttebayo. But that big guy over there is totally bullying me, think you can give me a hand?"

"I shall do my best, Naruto."

"Gamaken you stop right now!" shouted the recently arrived Hokage.

"It appears I must go. Goodbye for now, Naruto." Gamaken offered as he departed, causing Naruto to fall to the ground. Too tired to do anything but fall, he was snatched up by Tsunade.

"Will you please just let us help you?"

"Fine. I need a nap anyway." Naruto promptly passed out.

An hour after Tsunade got Naruto settled into a secure room, one she had Jiraiya create new security seals for, she was sitting at her desk awaiting word from Inoichi. Since Naruto was sedated and resting, a mind scan wouldn't be as risky. She had received the memory of her clone's activities and could confirm someone, at some point made a blood clone of Naruto. How he got to Kiri, why he doesn't seem to remember his early years in the village are still unknown but Jiraiya looked tense. A knock was heard and Tsunade permitted entrance, it was Inoichi with the report.

"It seems part of Naruto's problem is an influx of memories that had not fully integrated. It was causing a lot of strain as they still didn't seem like his memories but someone else's just trapped in his head. By tomorrow that should change."

"Good, now what can you tell me about why he was in Kiri?"

"Naruto has no memory of anything before, roughly, the age of six where he was found by Mei Terumi covered in blood and surrounded by four dead bodies. She began to train him shortly after, he saw his first battle at the age of seven and it simply never stopped."

"Kami, that's awful." Jiraiya said with a grimace. They saw war early but not that early.

"Yes, he's been constantly fighting since then. Fortunately or unfortunately, because Naruto is a genius kinesthetic learner, the constant trials by fire made him unreasonably strong for his age."

"How unreasonable?"

"Itachi unreasonable. By the time the war ended he was the Lt. Commander and known as Storm Shadow. His internal estimation was he was the third strongest member of the bloodline faction and that's without knowing he was a jinchuuriki."

"Is there anything else?"

"Most of it is in the report but you should know, the last battle; the one that deposed Yagura was a set up and one he believes was meant to kill him. He'll have some trust issues because this Mei Terumi betrayed him and he hasn't had time to deal with it. I'd recommend total honesty when he awakens or he may never trust either of you and therefore Konoha."

"Thank you, Inoichi, that will be all." The Yamanaka bowed and departed leaving both Sannin to wonder how different this Naruto will be to the one they knew and loved.

Deep within the confines of a hidden base in Oto, Orochimaru watched as his new student and future body trained. The boy had drive, those obsessed generally did. He just had to be patient, in three years he'd have the elements he needed to achieve his ultimate goal. Orochimaru was not so deep in thought that he missed the appearance of one of his summons.

"Orochimaru-sama, it is as you predicted. Jiraiya reversed summoned the real Naruto once the clone died. He is currently in Konoha stashed in a secure room."

"Thank you, Miori-chan." Orochimaru sat quietly for a spell before reaction to the news. "Kukukuku, it is much later than I planned but I will keep my word and watch over my godson, Kushina-chan."

Did you guess that end? Were you surprised? I was and I wrooooootttttttttttteeeeeeeeee itttttttt! Ok, a lack of sleep is making me silly. Here's a new story. It won't be a main priority nor very long, just something to visit every now and again but I hope you can enjoy it all the same.