Why must I keep coming up with ideas? Seriously…

Yeah, since it's summer, and I have all the time in The World on my hands, I figured, "What the Hell?" and decided to go all in.

So, do you see that "Future Works" list on my profile? The Naruto/Bleach, Naruto/Kokoro Connect, Naruto/Sakurasou, Naruto/SAO, Naruto/Ace Attorney, and Ouran/Haruhi Suzumiya crossovers?

Yeah, before this summer's out I'll try to post something for all of them. That's a promise.

...Or should I say, "The Promise of a Lifetime?"

Yes, this fic in particular is a Naruto/Nisekoi crossover. I watched the show from its release all the way to the end, and I absolutely loved it. It's my favorite Anime/Manga of all time!

There are the OVAs coming in Autumn, I believe, so I recommend you watch out for that.

And let me mention that, for those familiar with my Naruto/KamiNomi fic, you will see a large amount of similarities between these prologues (I had actually intended to use Secrets of the Goddesses' prologue for THIS one, but I felt like it worked better there).

Also, it was based off of Storm 3's ending, because I haven't been keeping track of the manga lately, so there may be some canonical contradictions.

Ah well, I think I've wasted enough of your time rambling. It's time to make history with my first ever Nisekoi Crossover!

Bermuda Triangle

June 17, 2012

2:29 P.M.

'I-I'm almost out of chakra...'

It was an interesting sight indeed. Within the mile-wide crater-like indentation created by the collision of Bijuudama moments ago, the looming statue of the Gedo Mazo behind them, was the perfect backdrop for the final battle of the two-day long Fourth Grand Shinobi World War.

On one side of the now massive wasteland was the recently unmasked Uchiha Obito, Sharingan still spinning defiantly in one eye, implanted Rinnegan in the other.

...So it's like the "ShaRinnegan?"

Bee had chuckled at that, Kakashi rolling his eyes.

Well, in any case, Kirabi, who'd been too exhausted by the titanic battle with the other 5 Bijuu, had dropped his enormous transformation, and was being guarded by an injured Gai and Kakashi.

And a few hundred yards away in front of them was the #1 Hyperactive Knuckle-Headed Loud-Mouthed Ninja himself, Uzumaki Naruto.

The exhausted nin formed the single hand seal that started it all.

'But still…'

A massive cloud of smoke erupted from his body, cloaking his side of the battlefield in a chakra-laced vapor. Without warning, three identical copies rushed out, intent on ending the traitorous Uchiha.

Meanwhile, within the cloud, the original was focused on creating a swirling ball of chakra in his hand.

As one, the three clones leapt at the man, kunai in their grasp.

But it was for naught, as the cloaked man merely swept his enormous war fan in a circle, dispelling the clones with ease.

He didn't even look up at the familiar sound and sensation of swirling chakra.

Instead, he only lifted the fan to its original position on his back, blocking the technique with a "thump."

'Wait….*thump*?'

He looked up in shock to see the blond shinobi had cancelled the attack, allowing it to dissipate. The nin instead had landed with both feet planted on the fan upon his back.

And his hands had flown to the Kage Bunshin seal once more.

Thousands of copies littered the skies, each with a massive ball of spiraling, cerulean chakra in each hand. It was as if the sky itself were painted blue.

And orange, for that matter.

The name of the attack came in unison from each clone's mouth.

"Chou Oodama Rasen Tarengan"!

The brilliant explosion of cyan lit up the sky, shooting upward like a flare.

Meanwhile, the original, who'd leapt out of harm's way at the last possible second, was hunched over and panting, with his dirt-ridden, torn jumpsuit flapping in the wind. The attack had taken almost everything out of him; he could barely feel his legs.

But it was all for nothing, as the Uchiha appeared behind him in a distortion of space.

"It would seem that you're out of chakra."

"Gk!"

The man grabbed him by the throat, lifting his body until his feet no longer touched the ground. His crimson Sharingan was spinning rapidly, preparing to send him God knows where.

But Naruto Uzumaki doesn't go down without a fight.

The blond shinobi grit his teeth and whipped out a kunai, which was promptly blocked. The knife fell from his hand…

Exposing the exploding tag wrapped around the hilt.

The knife exploded, sending shrapnel into both of their bodies.

Blinded by the blast, Obito shielded his eyes, before they widened in shock for the third time in mere seconds.

Naruto had leapt forward, fist cocked at the ready, intent on ending things once and for all.

"There are people out there fighting! People I've never even met…"

"And they're fighting for me!"

"They're laying down their lives for this. They're out there fighting for me. Believing in me!"

"And I am not about to give up!"

"This is for everyone in the Elemental Countries! Not just me...But for my Kaa-san and Tou-san! Kakashi and Jiraiya-Sensei! And everybody else's lives you've fucked over!"

"THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE OF THE HIDDEN LEAF!"

And the genin-turned-sage punched with all his might, nailing him right in the face.

He pushed as hard as he could, pooling together what little chakra he had left, and putting everything he had in his punch!

His fist began to glow, before the earth itself seemed to light up, painting the world a blinding white.

The Uchiha looked beyond the airborne shinobi to see thousands chanting his name.

"NA-RU-TO! NA-RU-TO! NA-RU-TO!"

Soon they began to disappear one by one. Tsunade, Kakashi, Jiraiya, Hiruzen, Zabuza and Haku, Gaara, Iruka, Sasuke, Hinata, the rest of the Konoha 11, and the other Jinchuuriki, all cheering as they went.

And the last to vanish were a familiar red-haired woman and blond man.

"Go get him…"

"Naruto!"

And for the first time in over a decade, Obito Uchiha had true fear in his eyes.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAH!"

And all he felt was pain as his head collided with the earth.

The ground beneath him exploded, tearing up the landscape, and sending bits of terrain into the sky.

Deprived of his strength, Naruto was blown away, before rolling to halt onto his back, Iruka's battered Konoha Hitai-ate falling from his forehead.

(*PHOOM PHOOM PHOOM*)

Those bits of terrain became reacquainted with their birthplace. Hard. The tremors could be felt throughout the area, as they cracked into smaller and smaller pieces after each impact.

The last Uzumaki managed to look over at where Obito lay. His body was buried under a mountain of rubble and debris, completely sealed off. And if the punch didn't kill him, he'd definitely have been crushed under those rocks.

"Oh, the irony."

The blond glanced up at his Jonin Sensei, whom had limped over to his side next to the Uchiha's makeshift grave. The silver-haired man offered him an eye-smile.

"Good work."

The former ANBU captain glanced up at the previously cloudy sky, which had been cleared by the Rasengan Barrage and the massive explosion of chakra moments before. Now the sun shone a brilliant gold across the clear, blue sky.

"Your parents would be proud."

His blue eyes widened in surprise, before they curved into an eye-smile of their own. He gave a wide grin, gold hair waving freely in the slight breeze.

"Thanks, Sensei."

America

October 25, 2012

11:39 P.M.

"Come on...where on Earth are they?"

Standing outside the movie theater, all alone, was a special blonde girl, checking her (rather extravagant) watch all the while. And, exactly how was she special, you might ask?

Well, if you questioned random passerby, they'd all give similar answers; the girl was gorgeous! Her strawberry-blonde hair was held in place by a single, scarlet ribbon, and cascaded down her lithe figure. Her eyes sparkled celeste like a clear sky in winter, her naturally-pink lips giving off a small shine in the light of the hanging streetlamps. Her lashes were long, hands dainty, and those legs seemed to go on forev-

While those answers would be rather accurate, that wasn't the reason she was special.

"But other than that, there's not much to be said about her!" you might plead, "Just what about her makes her so 'special' as you claim?"

Well…

"Hey there babe."

The girl's expression brightened before she turned to a group of unfamiliar faces.

It was a band of 7 or so men, the majority of whom didn't seem to know what soap was. They were scruffy and unshaven, giving them an unsophisticated aura.

The exception to this was their apparent leader, the one who'd spoken. His hair was dark violet and laced with product, while his eyes were blue, with specks of black adorning the iris, the tell-tale signs of contacts. Unlike his entourage, he was rather clean-shaven, and wore a blazer with padded shoulders so ridiculously broad that they looked as if they'd fit on the form of a football player, equipment and all.

In short, he looked so fake, she may as well have been addressed by a manikin.

"If ya' got nothin' else ta' do," he continued, drawing closer, "Why don'tcha' hang with us for a while?"

"Ha, nice pick boss!"

"Yeah, way to go!"

The man glanced back at his cheering "buddies", before looking back to her.

She unconsciously took a step back under his gaze, before regarding him with a smile as fake as he.

"N-no thank you...I'm waiting for some friends; they'll be here soon…"

At that, his expression darkened ever-so-slightly at being turned down. It was clear he was not used to it.

"Are ya' sure? It's a bit chilly out for such a fragile little thing to be waiting around all by herself…"

She shook her head again, "It's alright, they won't be long," she repeated.

"C'mon babe, it's past midnight already! Your buddies must've blown you off. Here, I'll give you my jacket and we can go someplace warm," he said, taking off said jacket. He walked over and just as he was about to wrap it around her-

(*BLAM*)

A bullet whizzed past faster than the eye could see, tearing through the cheap fabric of the blazer and striking the leader in the palm, emerging out the other side.

"AGH!" he cried, falling back and clutching his hand in pain. Blood began to flow from the wound, staining the fallen snow a dark crimson.

A blur of navy and ultramarine at the blonde's side marked the appearance of another. The small group of men stared blankly at the shadowed face of their leader's assailant as the figure stood silently.

"Wh-What the hell was that for!? I was jus' tryna' help her!"

Slowly, the face of the newcomer was revealed, red eyes overflowing with unbridled fury. The hair was cut short with small locks of midnight blue framing a round face, and a small beauty mark just a little past the right eye. With a small movement, a blade emerged from the cuffed sleeve of the form-fitting blazer, falling into the wearer's open palm as they spoke 9 simple words.

"You have 10 seconds to get away from Ojou."

...This is what I was talking about.

Yes, the young lady in question was a gorgeous, blonde girl. It's just that she happened to be a gorgeous, blonde heiress to one of the most vicious gangs in the country. The BeeHive.

The figure standing before her was one Seishirou Tsugumi, an orphan raised and trained by the BeeHive executive Claude, and now, one of the deadliest assassins the world over. Blade in hand, Seishirou began to count.

"One…"

The other men were still in a daze from seeing their leader in such a state. Said leader managed to stand (though his knees were shaking), and he pulled out a knife of his own.

The men all gave their 'boss' a look that practically screamed "This is a terrible idea!", but he failed to respond.

"...Two…"

It was then that one of them decided to voice their collective thoughts.

"B-boss, this guy...he's bad news! Just let it go, sir!"

He smirked.

"Come on! It's only one guy! We can take him!"

At that, Seishirou twitched.

"...Ten."

With a swipe of the hand, the blade streaked through the air faster than a bullet, lodging itself in the windpipe of one of the men.

Those behind him had their eyes glued to his falling body, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

'...One down.'

A gun was soon drawn and shots were fired, as Chitoge ran for cover, their boss ducking behind a nearby trash can. A flurry of metal came upon them with the ferocity of a hurricane, leaving no time to react.

(*PING*)

"GAGH!"

A stray bullet had ricocheted off a nearby building, striking the leader in the leg. He grit his teeth in pain, but looked over the scene with fear in his eyes.

In a matter of seconds, it had ended, Seishirou standing over the deceased forms of men almost twice her size.

Yes, her size.

It just so happened that the world's most deadly assassin was female, and that her feminine attributes (or lack thereof) happened to be a rather touchy subject for her.

The hitwoman kicked over the trash can, the bin flying across the street. She glared down at the man with a scowl.

The leader, clutching his bleeding leg with his bleeding hand, stared up in terror at the face of a demon.

"I'll ask only once…" she growled.

"Who are you?"

Bermuda Triangle

Outskirts of Hi no Kuni

November 23, 2013

12:27 P.M.

"Alright men, move it! Those things aren't gonna' move themselves, dammit!"

"Hai!"

Near the border of Fire Country, and just a small ways off from Kusagakure, a Kitsune-masked ANBU crouched in the bushes, careful to mask his chakra signature. On the opposite side of the clearing, hiding in the trees, were another squad of ANBU, ready to move at a moment's notice. They were monitoring the movements of a group of bandits, who just so happened to worship a rather familiar 'God'.

Jashin.

Yes, Jashinism. Remember? The same religious cult that nut Hidan happened to pray to? The one that granted near immortality and infallibility in battle?

That's the one.

And those 'things' they were referring to? You know, the ones they were moving around?

Yep, those 'just so happened to be' human sacrifices.

Kitsune trembled in anger as men, women, and children were strung up and crucified, his shaky hand reaching for his tanto.

"Kitsune!" barked a voice over the comm, "The hell do you think you're doing!?"

"The fuck does it look like, Boar?" he muttered back, "I've gotta' save them!"

"Stick to the plan, dammit," came the sharp whisper, "It's the safest course of action we can take."

The 'plan' was simple. Wait until those screwed-up fucks started killing those innocents, and attack in the chaos.

"Safest for us, maybe!" he hissed, watching as one of the psychopaths approached the appointed sacrifices with a tri-bladed scythe in his hand, "But in the meanwhile, civilians will be compromised!"

"Fuckin' Hell Uzumaki, you think I don't know that?!" cried Boar, "But if we miss our chance and fuck this up, thousands of others are going to share the same fate!"

Nothing but static followed.

"You hear that Kitsune? Are you with us or no-"

"HUAAAAGH!"

Boar and his team looked up to see Kitsune standing in the middle of the camp, bloodied tanto drawn, and held above the bisected remains of the scythe-bearer.

An audible (*SMACK*) rang through the clearing, as Boar facepalmed his mask.

"God dammit…" he muttered.

All at once, the Jashinists turned to their leader's assailant...

...And almost simultaneously activated their cursed armor.

"God…..fucking…...dammit…"

The ANBU leapt into battle to assist their comrade.

Bermuda Triangle

Konohagakure no Sato

November 23, 2013

4:32 P.M.

"ANBU Squad 17, Captain Boar," he stated to the two Chuunin on Gate Duty, "returning to Konoha from a...successful S-Rank."

Izumo skimmed the file, before handing it back to the man.

"You're all set."

The ANBU nodded, and headed to the Hokage Tower to report, the other members of his squad following.

"Oi! Naru-" he stopped himself, "Erm, Kitsune!"

The masked nin turned to them, brilliant blue eyes staring back at them through the holes of the mask.

"Hey, what's up guys?"

"So another successful S-Rank, huh?" asked Izumo, "What does that make now, 35?"

"I think it's 37, actually," he said, cheery voice muffled behind the porcelain.

"Yeah, yeah, either way, it's 30 something more S-Ranks than we've ever done," muttered Kotetsu, sipping syrup from a flask.

"So, what about it?"

"Well, we and some of the Jonin are headed out to Shushuya tonight! Wanna' come?"

"You guys know I can't get drunk," the ANBU deadpanned, "Not to mention, last time we did that, I ended up letting your drunk asses crash on my couch."

"C'mon man! Loosen up! Kakashi's gonna' be there; you might catch a glimpse of his face!"

"That's not gonna' get me to come, I've seen it a ton of times."

…

…

…

"..No way."

"Way," was his simple response, "It's nothing special. He just looks exactly like his Dad."

By this point, the two 'Eternal Chuunin's jaws were touching the ground.

He sweatdropped, "You better close that mouth before you catch flies, Kotetsu. With all that syrup you chug, I wouldn't be surprised."

Getting over their initial shock, the two continued to try and persuade him.

"The Uchiha's probably gonna' be there...I think Gai and his team will too…"

"You're putting Lee and alcohol in the same room? Count me out."

…

...

"Alright, time for our ace in the hole…" muttered Izumo.

Kotetsu nodded.

They spoke as one:

"Sakura's going to be there."

…

…

The ANBU was unfazed.

"Guys, I stopped chasing Sakura years ago. You'll have to do better than that."

"We'll treat you to some ramen at Ichiraku?"

…

…

…

"What time should I meet you guys at Shushuya?"

Bermuda Triangle

Hokage Tower

November 23, 2013

4:45 P.M.

"And that's the gist of it," finished Boar, concluding his mission report.

Tsunade nodded, "Thank you Boar. Now…"

She leaned forward, chin resting on her interlaced fingers.

"Is he ready?"

The ANBU nodded, smile beneath his porcelain mask.

The Slug Sannin sighed, it what almost seemed to be relief.

"ANBU Squad 17, you are dismissed. Boar, would you please grab Kitsune for me?"

The ANBU all nodded, and, as one, disappeared in a swirl of leaves.

…

...

The last of the Senju smiled to herself, leaning back in her chair and pouring a saucer full of sake. She lifted it up to her lips to drink it-

(*WHAM*)

"HOKAGE-SAMA!"

-before promptly spilling it all over the desk.

"Gah, Hell…" she muttered, wiping it up, "Dammit Yamato, knock before you open the doo-"

She stopped upon seeing the man's state of attire.

His whole upper body was torn up, hitai-ate and flak vest missing. His pants were in tatters, and were a length at which you might consider them shorts. He was out of breath and pale, clear that he had been running for hours on end.

Her amber eyes narrowed, as she silently activated the barrier and privacy seals of her office.

"What happened."

"No time...to explain…" he panted, "Get...Kakashi…"

Konoha Gates

November 23, 2013

4:43 P.M.

(*SHWOOO*)

A blur of navy whizzed by the three, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

"...Was that Yamato-taicho?" asked the ANBU.

Kotetsu shrugged, "I dunno'. Only you have eyes fast enough to see it."

(*FWOOSH*)

Boar appeared next to them in a swirl of leaves.

"Kitsune, the Hokage would like to see you."

The other ANBU straightened and nodded. Waving a silent farewell to his comrades, he sprinted in the direction of the tower, Boar following behind.

Izumo frowned, "That's odd…"

"What?"

"Yamato was sent out with an entire squad to Kumo, just a few days ago…"

Hokage Tower

November 23, 2013

4:47 P.M.

The two ANBU operatives arrived at the sealed door of the Hokage's chambers.

"Ha! Prepare for the scolding of your life, kit!"

'Shut it, Kurama...' he thought back.

His captain moved to open the doors…

…

…

Only to find that they were locked tight.

"Barrier seal must be up…" muttered Boar through his mask.

Kitsune frowned, "They wouldn't put those up unless…"

Boar nodded, "Something must've happened. Something big."

"Oh! Naru- I mean, Kitsune!"

The two turned to face the Hokage's aid, Shizune.

"Hey, nee-chan, what's up?"

(*WHAP*)

"Ack! Hey!"

"We're ANBU right now, remember?" hissed Boar.

"Oh right. Sorry."

He turned back to her, "Go ahead, Shizune."

"Tsunade-sama told me to tell you that she had to cancel your meeting. Something came up."

Kitsune's eyes narrowed, "Does it have anything to do with Yamato-taicho barreling through here?"

She shrugged, "Most likely, but I don't have the details. I was told to give you the rest of the day off, and to report to her office first thing tomorrow."

The two slowly nodded, the younger of the two heading off to his apartment.

Bermuda Triangle

Hokage Tower

November 23, 2013

5:15 P.M.

(*NOK NOK*)

Tsunade walked over the window to find the Copy Nin casually waving.

She opened it.

"Yo," he said.

"Get your ass in here, Hatake. You're late."

The Jonin obliged, "Ah, but only 30 minutes late. If you didn't tell me it was urgent, I would've taken 3 hours or so-"

His mood turned serious upon seeing a bloodied and beaten Yamato splayed out over a chair.

"Hey Kakashi…" he coughed, "Long time no see."

His one eye narrowed.

"Tenzou, what the hell happened to you? Who did this?"

"It's...(*KOFF*)...Yamato…"

The copy-nin rolled his one visible eye. The ANBU hidden in the bookcase wondered whether or not the Sharingan did too.

"The mission to Kumo was a success," he managed to rasp out, "Those trading blockades have been taken care of."

"Dammit Yamato! What happened!?"

Satisfied at pissing off an S-Ranked Jonin, the ex-Root operative began.

"My squad and I had concluded our meeting with the Kumo Civilian Council and was leaving the premises when we ran into the Raikage, who was looking worried."

The Hokage frowned, "A? Looking worried? That's a first."

"That's what I thought. So I approached him and inquired."

"He told me that B hadn't been back in the village for a while, and that he wasn't at any of of his usual training spots or his mountain house. So he asked us to relay that to you, Hokage-sama, in the form of a mission for Hi no Kuni."

"Hm? Why wouldn't he just send some of his own ninja?"

"He did. But day after day, they'd turn up empty handed. And since Konoha is famous for our numerous bloodlines, he was hoping that maybe a Hyuuga or Inuzuka would be able to find his brother."

"I see," muttered Kakashi, "While logical, that still doesn't explain why you look like you've been through hell and back."

"Well, we had an Inuzuka in the squad, so we figured we would be able to do it."

Tsunade gazed back harshly, "That wasn't your call, Yamato. And what happened to your squad?"

"I understand, and I'm willing to take full responsibility. As for my squad…"

"We set out into the peninsula, before hearing the sounds of battle a couple hundred miles out. We found several of Kumo's shinobi locked in battle with several unidentified enemies."

"And each of them was wearing the trademarked cloak of the Akatsuki."

Two sets of eyes widened in unison.

Or rather, one and a half sets of eyes…

...Never mind.

"I ordered part of my squad to break off and assist them. They complied, and the rest of us moved on."

"We eventually found Kirabi engaged in one-on-one combat with a masked man. The remaining 4 members of my team attacked, while the iryounin and I fell back with the Jinchuuriki."

"He told me to deliver a message back to Konoha to 'One Eye', 'Bowl Cut', or 'Mr. Nine'. He said, and I quote:

'Go back to Leaf, cuz' that man in red n' black,
He's out for Mr. Nine, the ShaRinnegan's back!'"

America

November 23, 2013

5:25 P.M.

(Chitoge)

(*FSSH*)

I stopped walking, glanced over at the rustling bushes and sighed.

"Tsugumiiii," I grumbled, "Didn't I tell you not to follow me around everywhere?"

The girl didn't move from her position.

"My sincerest apologies mistress," was her curt response, "But I have been ordered by not only Claude, but also your father, Master Adelt. Their commands supersede yours."

My eyes narrowed, "Fine. But if you're going to be following me home, at least walk beside me."

"Understood."

She leapt out of the brush, over me, and onto my other side in under a second.

"Shall we go?" she smiled.

Bermuda Triangle

Shushuya

November 23, 2013

8:07 P.M.

"Hey guys!"

He ran over to the group.

"Hey, Naruto!" called Kiba.

'Let's see, Team 10's here, so is Team 8, minus Kurenai, and Team Guy. Who else we got... Anko, Kotetsu, Izumo, Genma, Iruka, Raido, and Aoba. Then Sasuke, Sai, and…

Sakura. Great.'

"Hey, isn't this the first time you've seen her since-"

'Yes. You don't have to say it, Kurama.'

A couple of the ninja gave him high-fives or fist bumps (Sasuke and Shino giving him subtle nods), as the group of shinobi made their way inside the most famous tavern in the Leaf.

"Hey Sasuke, Sakura, where's Kakashi-Sensei? I thought he was going to be here?"

"Oh! Um, I think he had a meeting with Tsunade-sama earlier…"

"...I see…"

Kiba leaned over to Ino:

"I 'see' that those two are still awkward as ever," he whispered, earning him a soft slap in the arm.

"Hey Naruto," said Iruka, walking over and ruffling the younger boy's hair, "Nice to see ya'."

Nobody seemed to notice the small paper he slipped between the fabric and metal of the boy's hitai-ate.

BeeHive HQ

November 23, 2013

9:51 P.M.

(Chitoge)

(*NOK NOK*)

"Come in!" I called from my bed.

The door was pushed open, just enough for Tsugumi to stick her head in.

I frowned slightly. She usually never disturbed me past 9 unless it was urgent.

"What is it, Tsugumi?"

"Master Adelt wants to see you in his office tomorrow. Says it's important."

My brow creased further, "What about?"

She shrugged, "No idea. But Claude and I have received his summons as well, if that helps any."

I shook my head, "Not much. Is there anything else?"

"That is all I was told. Good Night, Mistress."

She shut the door.

I laid down, and raised the covers to my nose. Though the lamps were off, the moon shone brightly through the open window, bathing my whole room in a silvery light.

"Something...important…?"

BeeHive HQ

November 24, 2013

9:27 A.M.

I truly hated the BeeHive Common.

It was always bustling, crowded, and full of life; a stark contrast from the infiltration and assassination missions that I'd learned to associate them with. The air was always filled with raucous laughter, and the noxious stench of cigarette fumes.

But if you wanted to get anywhere in the base, you had to pass through it. Aside from using the roof of course, but Master Adelt had something against me swinging in through his.

I was brought out of my reverie by a familiar voice.

"Oh, Seishirou! Good Morning!"

I smiled, "Morning, Johnson."

That was Kane Johnson. Head of the Spying Division by night, pro-gambler by day it seemed. You could always find him in the common, swindling a few of the grunts in games of BlackJack, Poker, and the like. He was skilled with his hands, and had personally demonstrated to me not only his ability with small blades, but also his sleight-of-hand techniques.

He held up a deck of cards, "Care for a quick game?"

I quirked an eyebrow, "With you? What do you take me for?"

He grinned, "Ah, you know me too well. Where you headed?"

"Master Adelt has requested my presence in his office, as well as that of the Mistress."

His brow furrowed, "I was told something similar. Here, I'll walk down with you."

The man got up, towering above me at 6' 2". He wrapped the cards in a rubber band and stuffed them in his pocket.

"So do you know what this meeting is for? I wasn't told," I asked as we started walking.

"Neither was I," he said, running a hand over his stubbled chin, "But, I heard that the boss had some big announcement later. You think it has anything to do with that?"

I looked up at him in surprise, "Really? I was not aware of that."

He smirked, "Well maybe if you actually talked to any of the other guys, you'd know. Honestly, hang around the common for a couple minutes, an' you're bound to hear somethin' interesting."

I flushed a little, "Rumors with no substance rarely have any use."

He smiled, ruffling my hair a bit, "It'd do you well to keep both your eyes and your ears open sometimes, Seishirou. Every rumor or bit of gossip has at least some truth to it."

I sighed, "I guess that's true."

Indeed it was. Johnson was one of the only 4 people to know of my true identity. How, you ask? Well, he heard a rumor, and went to confirm it himself.

And if there was one thing good about the man, it was his tendency to obsess and overthink everything. It's saved many lives, many times.

As we arrived, the man reached up and rapped his gloved knuckles against the hard oak of the door.

(*NOK NOK*)

"Come in."

I unconsciously stood straighter at hearing his voice.

See, the boss was like that; he was a naturally born leader. His stern gaze simply demanded respect, and he spoke in a way that conveyed confidence, logic, and reason.

We walked in together, to find not just Master Adelt, Mistress Chitoge, and Claude, but also the heads of the other divisions.

"Welcome gentlemen," he said upon our entry, "Take a seat."

My face almost fell, as I took the seat next to Ojou.

It wasn't that he didn't know; he'd figured it out all on his own. He just said that to keep up appearances.

Didn't stop it from irking me though.

How much longer does this secret have to be kept though? I mean, Paula's the Third Best assassin in the division, and she gets respect. Why can't I do that?

I inwardly shook my head to clear it. This wasn't the time to think about that. There was business to attend to.

"Gentlemen..." he began.

He nodded toward Chitoge and I, "...And ladies..."

I hid small smile at that, and gave him the most subtle of nods. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Johnson stifling a smirk.

Adelt continued, "Let me get right down to business. We're moving back to Japan."

Several sets of eyes widened, as some made moves to speak, among them Claude and the Mistress.

Adelt merely held up his hand, and all were silenced.

"I understand your complaints. The BeeHive and Shuuei-gumi did not exactly have the best of relationships."

He rested his chin upon his interlaced fingers, "But Ichijou and I… Not only are we good friends...but business partners. The Shuuei-gumi controls roughly 50% of the economy in that area. And well… Hana'd kill me if that continued."

All complaints vanished immediately after the mention of 'Mistress Flower', and the catastrophe that'd follow whenever she was so much as a little irritated.

"So," Claude spoke, pushing up his glasses, "The goal here would be to force back the Shuuei-gumi's influence...with our own?"

He nodded in confirmation.

"Given that it's Madame Flower's hometown," started Smith, the head of the Tactics Division, "I'd imagine that she wouldn't appreciate that a rival gang had taken over her 'home turf' as it were."

"But how do you suppose we do this?" inquired Ackerman, head of the Infiltration Division, "We haven't been based in Japan for almost a decade. It'd take a lot of effort to even get our metaphorical foot in the door."

"I've spoken to Ichijo about this," spoke our leader, "He's stated his agreement to assist us in reestablishing some of our old connections."

It was my turn to speak up, "But sir, why would he do such a thing? You've stated yourself that he was the leader of a rival gang; why would he help us?"

He smiled, "Like I said, while the grunts may have a problem with one another, Ichijo and I are on good terms, as are his executives and ours. As long as the divisions are kept in check, there should be nothing to worry about."

He stood, "That concludes this meeting. The relocation will be officially announced later today, and the move scheduled a week from now."

"Smith, Johnson, Ackerman, Takahashi, Claude, and Braun, you're dismissed. Chitoge and Seishirou, if you would?"

The 5 Division heads piled out, Claude and Johnson glancing at me and the Mistress over their shoulders, before the former walked off, the latter asking Takahashi to join him in a game of Texas Hold 'Em, before the door closed.

The Mistress frowned, "Papa, why am I here? Why'd you even call me to the meeting in the first place; it had nothing to do with me!"

The crease of his brow was quite noticeable, "Chitoge, you're my daughter, my family. You deserve to know these things."

She slowly nodded, and left to pack her things.

…

...

"Sir, if I may…" I began.

He nodded his consent, "Go on, Tsugumi-chan."

I flushed a bit, "Simply entering rival territory would be unadvisable. But basing ourselves in hostile territory seems like a terrible decision."

He frowned, "I don't understand your concern. The gang can handle itself-"

My gaze hardened slightly, "It's not the gang. I'm concerned for the Mistress' safety."

He paused, before smiling and nodding.

"I understand your concern. But it's been taken care of. I had Claude put in a request for extra man-power."

I quirked a brow, "Extra...manpower, sir? You mean you asked Claude for more bodyguards?"

He nodded in confirmation, "Yes, and he's set to meet with us at the new base about a week from now."

My confusion furthered, "Sir, where exactly did Claude get this extra person? How do we know we can trust someone outside the 'family'?"

He smiled again, "He's Claude's Nii-san's student. He's certainly trustworthy."

Bermuda Triangle

Nami no Kuni

November 24, 2013

10:39 A.M.

(Naruto)

(*TMP TMP TMP*)

(*KSHHHhhh….KSHHHhhh…*)

My constant footsteps and the slow crashing of waves against the boat were the only sounds aboard the small vessel as I paced back and forth.

'This is stupid!' I muttered, 'What the hell were they thinking!? After years of doing the exact opposite, they send me on a bodyguard mission?!'

"I don't know what to tell you kid," was the Fox's response, "And the conditions are bullshit."

Four Hours Earlier

"A Bodyguard mission, baa-chan!? Have you finally gone senile!?"

Had to dodge a paperweight for that one.

"Your assignments are my decision brat, and the Hokage's word is final. Now do you want the mission specs or not?"

I walked over and plopped down in a chair, grumbling as I went.

Her eye twitched, "You have been assigned as backup for the bodyguard detail of one Chitoge Kirisaki."

"Sounds hot."

'Shut it.'

"Estimated length of mission is 2 years-"

"TWO YEARS!?"

"-and upon return, you will take your final test before your official nomination as Hokage."

I immediately stopped complaining.

She smirked, "For this mission, I have a special condition lined up."

I raised an eyebrow, "...Special how?"

She visibly swallowed before continuing, "You can't use jutsu."

…

…

…

"WHAT!?"

Aaaand, the complaining was back.

"It's to test whether or not you can survive and defend this girl without the use of chakra."

"Are you kidding me!? Baa-chan, those parameters are bullshit; it's impossible!"

She smirked, "Oh? Are you saying that you can't take down a few yakuza without all those fancy Ninjutsu of yours?"

I said nothing, choosing only to grit my teeth.

(*K-CHNK*)

I turned to see my Sensei walk in, eye closed, and two fingers in a casual salute.

"Yo."

Tsunade's brow twitched, "Kakashi, I called you here an hour ago."

He eye-smiled, rubbing the back of his head, "Whoops."

She sighed, before motioning to him.

He nodded and continued for her, "You'll be working alongside my Otouto and his apprentice. They-"

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, you have a brother!? Why didn't you tell us!?"

"It never came up," he said simply.

I would've facefaulted, had I not been still pissed at the parameters.

Kakashi seemed to sense my unease, as he continued, "Technically, you're allowed to use basic Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, and Fuuinjutsu, but anything else is off the table. If we sense a flare of chakra, you automatically fail."

"But wait," I started, "How would you know if it was me who used a jutsu? What is it was Kakashi's brother or something?"

"Claude can't use jutsu," was his response, "And neither can anybody out there. They have chakra, but just enough to survive. Instead, they rely on technology far more advanced than our own."

"Wait, 'out there'? Where exactly is this mission?"

"Japan," said Tsunade, "You'll be leaving the Elemental Countries for this one."

…

…

"WHAT?!"

Present

"I'm still totally confused…" I muttered.

"Understandable," Kurama said, "I smell something fishy about this mission…"

'Are you sure it's not just that we're on a boat?'

"Haha. But I'm serious. They send you on a bodyguard mission, out of the country, for 2 years, and prohibit use of chakra so you can't be tracked."

I realized what he was saying, 'It's almost exactly what they did during the war to keep Tobi from finding me...'

"Exactly. It seems rather suspicious, doesn't it?"

I finally took a seat on the deck, sitting cross-legged.

'Alright,' I began, 'So as far as arsenal goes, what do I have?'

"If I remember correctly, they said you can't release any chakra. That means no Kage Bunshin, Rasengan or variants, or any real offensive jutsu."

I nodded, 'I figured that much. What else do I got?'

"Well," he continued, "Tree Walking and Water Walking are fine as well, since they don't release chakra outside the body. Channeling chakra to your body should work, to increase strength, durability, and the like."

'Okay, those I didn't know. Any others?'

"Let's see… You can use that Henge of yours, since it's a shapeshift, not a Genjutsu."

'...I see… so Tree Walking, Water Walking, Henge, Enhancement, Fuuinjutsu, Kenjutsu, and Taijutsu..'

"Don't forget Senjutsu. Tracking and Sage Mode are usable as well."

I frowned, 'So are Chakra Mode and Bijuu Mode out then?'

"Definitely. Those modes both overflow your reserves with demon chakra; you'd fail the damn mission before you even activated it."

'Dammit. Those are my two strongest transformations.'

"Oi! Naruto!"

I broke out of meditation to see Kakashi staring down at me.

"What is it Sensei?"

He took out a notebook-sized box, and handed it to me.

"I forgot to give you this!" he said cheerfully.

I tore the box open to reveal...a uniform?

I looked to him, "The hell is this?"

He gave me an eye-smile, "Your uniform! You'll be attending Bonyari Public High School!"

…

…

…

"WHAT!?"

And, that's it for now!

Man, it took me a whole month to type this one up! And it's just a prologue!

Oh, and I'm taking part in a Nisekoi fandub on YouTube! It'll be great; watch out for it!

I also did a fandub of 'Recover Decoration' (Nisekoi's 2nd ED) with original lyrics! Check it out on my channel!

Planning for this fic is done, and I should get back to updating my other stuff relatively soon!

'Til Then!

- Objection234 (Akane Sasu Sora on YouTube)