AN: This is an improved and much more elaborate version of my first story, which ended up not being to my liking. I hope you like it better than the previous one.

So, here are some notes about changes I have made to canon:

Just like in the previous story, Mokuton can calm the bijuu if they want to be calmed. Subduing them is possible for a skilled user. Mangekou Sharingan is a shiny eyeball which imparts to the user three techniques heavily steeped in Yin release, but it is incapable of taming forces of nature. Bijuus are not just beasts here, read ahead and find out.

A consequence of this is that Madara never summoned the Kyuubi in his fight against Hashirama, the pillar on which Konoha built itself. Interestingly, his name too means 'a pillar'. From that, it follows that Mito didn't seal anything into herself. Although I have a doubt whether breast implants can be done by seals. It seems entirely possible. Some seal for the enlargement of the mammary glands would certainly be in her hands.

So Kushina never released the Kyuubi, but the Kyuubi attacked Konoha, and Minato and Kushina gave up their lives to seal the Kyuubi within Naruto. Naruto is the first Kyuubi Jinchuriki. That will not change, as I think that lends more uncertainty to his condition, about which Konoha was afraid and didn't know what to do. It also lets me have a much larger scope to envision.

Also, the rookie nine will be three years older. I don't want to write about children doing the work of adults. It was for this reason that I had originally made Naruto older in the first version. But it was not a good idea to leave the rookie nine altogether out, without having at least five OCs of the same age group prepared, which I didn't have. So, the conventional graduation age in this story would be fifteen, but for the orphans thirteen as they start the academy two years earlier.

The chapter was last updated on 5 April 2016. I cleaned out and swept away a lot of typos and made some changes. I hope you like it. For the benefit of some of my readers who found the prologue to be ambiguous, here is a hint- 'Tribesmen' refers to the Ootsutsukis and the word 'clansmen' refers to the Uzumakis. So in the prologue, we have the tribe of the Sage and the clan of red-headed demon-spawn, the Uzumakis.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Naruto eatable or otherwise.

The Chronicles of the Peerless

Genre: Adventure/Romance?/Drama

Rating:M

Chapter One: All is Well that Ends Well

A long time ago, before the advent of the hidden villages system, there was a man who thought that strength lay in living life unbroken and as free as possible. He travelled the lands looking for thrills and knowledge. Yin and Yang, wisdom and pleasure both he obtained as he became familiar with a woman along the way. He married her and she bore him a son in all his likeness. She was a beauty in her own right, but what attracted him to her was her determination, something he lacked. So, he held on to her like a sailor latches on to a driftwood in choppy seas when shipwrecked.

He eventually learned how to breathe life into inanimate objects as well as create inanimate objects out of his own body's energy. This new energy he termed chakra, after the wheel of life that all monks believed led the world forward. He taught it to his wife, his child, his servants, and his tribesmen; he even spread the knowledge throughout the chunk of land that his people called home. After all, happiness is in giving, isn't it?

But he still wasn't satisfied, as there was still something he hadn't learned: to give his words life as the red-headed demon spawn over the seas were presumed to do. He didn't have proof that they were demon spawn, but he was sure they were not exactly pure humans, for nobody had purple eyes unless affected by youkai. He would know that very well, as he was friends with a few demons.

Thinking nothing of it, he went to them pleading, asking for their knowledge in exchange for his service. They obliged, but not before making him marry a woman from amongst them so that he was bonded to them more intricately. Their knowledge was just not given to any foreigner. It had been honed over many years, begging and cheating forces they could hardly compete with. But they felt this one was worthy, so they gave him a little leeway.

Years passed by. His new wife also bore him a son. A rusty-skinned babe, he came screaming into the world exhibiting his powerful lungs for all. As the years went by, it became evident that the adventurer had not managed to pass on any of his personality or ambitions to the child; and the sage loved him all the more for it. The second son was more determined to make friends with anyone his violet eyes gazed upon. He became the darling of the clan, as well as his father when he realized that he was no longer considered a foreigner amongst these men due to his son.

The elder offspring took the path of power, reckoning that his power would bring people to him like moths to a candlelight. But he was wrong, as he only provoked wariness from them. The purple-eyed clansmen saw him as a bloodthirsty savage from across their island, who had no business being with them. His own tribesmen despised him for his haughty nature, something they tolerated to an extent, as they didn't like the alternative - the naive younger man who didn't have their doujutsu.

Their mothers too took up a competition between themselves, looking to see which was loved more by their husband. The younger woman won and all hell ensued. The first wife, heartbroken and feeling abandoned, committed suicide. Her justification was that she would not live as second to someone else in her own husband's mind. The tribe further distanced itself from the adventurer after this incident, as they saw him straying away from them for a foreign woman. They turned to his elder son whose own problems remained unaddressed.

The adventurer, the Sage as he was nowadays called, prepared to make a decision that would change the flow of time for ever. He assembled all of his tribesmen, his wives and sons included. "It is finally time to take a decision that I have been forever procrastinating in making. I now think it is time. Say children, who do you think is the one capable enough to be my heir?"

"Me," they both answered, without missing a beat.

"Yes, and I do think both of you are capable of doing so. But I ask you again, who do you think is capable of being my successor?"

"What trickery is this, father? You know very well that I, as the eldest, am the only one who is capable of taking on your legacy and making this world our playground, as you envisioned," the eldest hotly replied.

"I think anyone who is capable of understanding people and ushering in a long-lasting peace is capable of being your heir. Am I right, tou-san?" the younger son suggested.

"Yes. And do you believe you can do it?" This was the clincher. The answer to this question would determine his decision, the sage thought.

"Yes, Father. People understand through love as they live their lives. Power is only good as long as the people see you worthy of using it. Otherwise, it just breeds jealousy and hate."

"Very well, my son, you have always been much wiser than me. It took me years to really understand that simple truth."

"Wait. Are you serious, Father? You are gonna appoint this idiot as your heir. He is always fraternizing with these… people…" He wanted to say demon-spawn, as his late mother had taught him, but he checked himself in time. "He ignores our own men for these people who are not our own. He..." He was now grasping at straws; he knew his father was making a mistake, but that in his father's eye, he was the one doing it. His idiot brother was too soft-hearted. He never liked him taking his heritage for granted, always roaming with these practitioners of demon magic.

The Sage sighed. He didn't know where he and his elder son's mother had gone wrong. Maybe they spoiled him rotten before they reached here, where they were one of many. It was not like before, where they were the best for several leagues. His mind was made up now, young Ashura was more worthy. Peace was more important than his older son's bruised ego. "That is the reason I can't make you my heir. You are too bitter to accept the world as it is. You will burn it down to suit your own tastes. But I never knew that you held so much malice in your heart, my child. It sickens me; now be gone from my sight, do not return until you have made peace with yourself."

"You will regret this, Father." Saying that, the dark-haired youth stormed away. A myriad unpleasant thoughts flooded his mind, saying to him the truth that he always knew but had turned a blind eye to- he would always be second to his idiot of a brother.

****The Peerless****

He went to the woods to blow off some steam. Fighting had always relaxed him. On the battlefield, he felt his soul gladden when he smashed someone's nose in, or when his heartbeat quickened as he dodged a lethal strike. He was truly Indra Ootsutsuki only on the battlefield. But today, he was surprised for in his usual spot in the woods there was a red lady. No other word could describe her.

She had a heart-shaped face which bore an alluring, dusky tan showing that she loved the outdoors - just the type of woman he loved. She had a calm aura, which gave out the feeling she was pleased with something. Her crimson red hair invigorated his blood and reddened his cheeks too, when it was let free. He liked long red hair, it was something he felt guilty about. It made him more like his father than he would like to be. Her even-more crimson eyes made him hot under the collar with just a glance.

Her very desirable body was covered with a short orange and red yukata, which made her look demure and sultry at the same time. Orange and red was not something which someone could normally pull off, but she managed to and spectacularly at that. He was of the opinion that she would look good even in hideous rags. Even after getting countless glimpses of her and committing her every angle and curve to memory using his eye he couldn't get enough.

"I told you, didn't I," she intoned quite loudly. "Your father despises himself and anything which reminds him of himself. He won't make you his heir as you have always wished to be. I am always right, Indra-kun."

"Yes, you are," he had to agree; "But what can I do?"

"Kill my father and absorb his power. Then, we can rule together for eternity."

'How could a man not care about such a statement, especially when spoken by a goddess like her?' He called the Uzus demon-spawn, while here he was falling head over heels over a real demon. He was a hypocrite, damn it. But so what? He never wished to be perfect. "How? I can barely defeat my own father, how can I defeat your father? And you forget, I am a husband and father to boot." the man in his late twenties said.

"That did not stop you from making a pass at me. You forget all those trivialities in my presence don't you? Do this for me, and we can be together forever. Human rituals don't matter to me in the slightest." She replied with a magnificent grin, which endeared her even more to him.

It was not noticed by the red-eyed brunette man standing across her that she had always used the word 'can' instead of the word "will." A being like her couldn't lie, so her intrigues were to be always hidden behind words, in between the lines.

"That is true. You have me there."

"Also, I said kill, not defeat," a little more, and she would get what she wanted from him.

"Pluck out his eyes with those precise jutsus that I know you have been creating. The rest I will handle."

"As you say, Kyuubi-chan."

"Kurumi."

"What?"

"Kurumi. My name it is. You can know it now."

Indra was flabbergasted. She said her name to him, just like her father had to his father. Suddenly, a fire started growing within him. He could do it. Yes, his mind was now made up.

"Let us have a spar, Indra-kun. You will know then how much you have progressed and why I think you can be successful." The redhead brought out her chokuto, poised and ready for battle.

In the ensuing spar, Indra won resoundingly, giving him full confidence just as she wanted. He was determined to impress her, assuming that she loved him. 'Assuming I love him...How preposterous! He is a human ape just like the others of his species. How can you love a monkey who says flinging shit and hopes it sticks is his best approach to life. He was not worthy of me. He is a monkey who apes whatever I tell him to do. Simple as that.'

****The Peerless****

The trees were bare as the spring was crushed beneath the hammer of time, prompting fall to step in. Even the air was silent, as songbirds were not exactly friendly acquaintances with the present mistress of the season. Someone's screaming was heard all of a sudden, piercing through the smothering silence. "You have betrayed me for the last time, traitorous daughter of mine. Blindness isn't going to stop me." a blind man with bleeding eyeholes said. But he was brought to a stand-still, as he was staked by wooden stakes in all the vital points that mattered.

"Treachery. Wasn't it how you yourself reached here? So, you should see the logic of it. Oh, I forgot, you can't see anymore can you?" The red woman smirkingly said. She had a smug grin on her face, like when a child gets what he threw a tantrum for. She continued, the smile now threatening to split open her face. "And you know what, Hagaromo can't revive you now. I just killed him." Now she broke into peals of melodic laughter. "He died like any human ape, by the way, there was nothing special about him once he was dust."

"His children will avenge him, though I can not say the same for mine." The learned man staked on ten blackened wooden splinters said. He was entrapped within a seal, with his eyes gouged out by the black-haired man lying dead some distance away.

"Nothing of that sort will happen when the two branches are busy fighting each other. What? You didn't think I could manage it? Asura is now sure of the opinion that his father was killed by Indra, who was then killed by the Shinju. Indra's progeny think I avenged him here- a lover's revenge. It was foolish of you, Father, to spread your name across the face of the earth. The two branches of the Ootsutsuki will never see eye to eye again. Their young follow Ashura, and the old cling to Indra and his progeny."

"You played us all well. I have a final card to play, even in this state. I hope you enjoy what you have wrought on the fragile peace." Saying that, he started hardening into stone. "I made this in case of something like this happening." A humungous statue was born then from the husk of the Shinju's body. The demonic statue wore a face that was twisted into a perpetual snarl, a snarl promising revenge.

'A glorified coma, was that what my father had prepared as a measure?'She refused to let it bother her that it could be something deeper and left it at that. She just pushed it away from her thoughts. After all, she had accomplished everything that she had set out to achieve. Now she was gonna be the overlord, instead of her father. All the other demons were now in other lands, where only summoners could bring them forth, at the cost of their chakra.

She brought in eight other presences towards her just by the power of her sheer will. The sand demon, the lowest among them and the most attached to the dead man, reluctantly bowed her head. She was her father's pet, she was gonna be hit the most by this. In contrast, the Hellcat just bowed her head and hoped for the situation to pass. She was apathetic to anything which did not affect her domain. The greedy turtle was boiling hot with anger, not unlike two others. Those two were hand in hand in everything- truly brothers in arms. They had even planned such a coup a while ago and were biding their time- but the Kyuubi had beaten them to the punch.

The poison slug silently screamed vengeance in her mind. She would bide her time for now just like the other two. The next two were not bothered, it did not affect them very much. In fact, they liked the new arrangement, as they did not totally agree with their father's policy of befriending humanity. If Jashin could ascend to godhood without befriending humanity too much, they could also do so soon, was their opinion.

"Hello. You have much to discuss with your new queen."

"Your majesty." It was a simple observation and conversation, but it changed too much to comprehend. This was a gigantic turnabout in history, as the demons took a step back from worldly affairs and decided that only their beast selves would be displayed for the general humans to gaze upon. Of course, a blood feud had been born today too, but that didn't bother them. Watching bloodletting among these stupid apes was a pastime for them.

****The Delinquent***

Konoha, after hundreds of years

It was a beautiful day in Konoha, like many other days. It was bound to be when you are pretty much relaxing in the lap of Mother Nature. Accommodation within greenery was the norm here, not greenery within accommodation. The welcoming visage was mimicked by the people to the best of their ability. Parks adorned the place. Village? Town? City? It was hard to say what exactly to say what Konoha was. Though for the time being, you can call it a town. A population of around ninety five thousand does make you a town, doesn't it?

A vast majority of its population was civilians, which supported the main function of Konoha - the seven thousand-strong shinobi force. It used to be ten thousand-plus years ago, but the Third Shinobi War and the subsequent Kyuubi attack had shaved away at the shinobi numbers. What used to be a ratio of one for every five civilians was up to one for every ten or worse. The recruitment drive undertaken a decade ago hadn't exactly borne fruit. When lowering academy standards, hoping to increase passout rates, Sarutobi hadn't foreseen that it would only serve to increase genin mortality rates. This prompted civilian families to not send their children to the academy, hurting the forces even more in the gut.

"What are you smiling at, you smug bastard?" Sarutobi growled at the portrait of the Yondaime smirking at him from across his desk. It did not register with him that all four, including himself, were smirking at him. "I was an old man even then. You could have asked me to perform it. The village needed a young dynamic ruler to boot them out of the depression that was bound to hit it after the attack."

He then smacked his lips as he savored the taste of the vintage sake that he had brought for a particular occasion, which wouldn't happen now. "Sake from Moon country beats everything else. Now you are regretting it, right? You should be, as I bought it especially for the occasion of your son's birth. Even though I know Kushina would have embarrassed you again by showing that she could hold her liquor better than you." Speaking of the son, he had got the report that Naruto had not attended the graduation ceremony yesterday. Sarutobi hoped that he didn't disappear again.

"Your son has grown up to be a punk. He disappeared almost two years ago after finding out he was discriminated against, I presume. He is smart, no one knows how much though. He knows jutsus too, though no one has taught them to him, as far as I know." He took out a draught of the sake again to wash away the bitter guilty sensation which came to his tongue from that particular sentence. He also didn't want to think of the dull, sideways slide to mediocrity that his village had undertaken during his second tour in charge of the village.

"Neko, you remember her? Of course you will. She was on Kushina-chan's genin team wasn't she? She is now an Anbu captain now. She informed me that he was working on something similar to your rasengan, when he was nine. Don't know whether he completed it or not. But I digress. I have to meet him now as he didn't attend yesterday's graduation ceremony. Don't look at me like that. I have tried to discipline him too, you know. But you know what they say, Uzumakis are more stubborn than a bull with an even more shorter temper."

Saying that, he brought his old, weary bones to action. He was now nearing seventy now, just five years older than Konoha. He and Onoki were all that was left of the old guard now. Hanzo was killed right after the Kyuubi attack by some rebels, according to Jiraiya.

Jiraiya. He was another of Sarutobi's disappointments. No, he was doing what all fathers would do in his position: avenging his daughter's honor. She was his favorite one too to boot, as all of his other progeny had chosen a civilian lifestyle. Using their father's money as capital, each one had a substantial business to look after now. Jiraiya didn't mind though, as each one helped him with maintaining his much-vaunted spy network.

Jiraiya was his strongest student now, having left Tsunade and Orochimaru behind long ago. He had not seen him for almost a decade now, but Jiraiya was his favorite student after all. People thought it was Orochimaru, but Sarutobi didn't like the looks he used to give people, long before he went rogue: as if they were worthwhile only if they were of use to him.

But it still broke his heart even now, when he saw the works of his self-centered student running around him. Tenzo was made sterile due to Orochimaru's experiments with recreating the Mokuton. In his notes, he read that Orochimaru got that brilliant idea from mules. Sarutobi also suspected that his student had implanted something in Danzo's left eye. After all, Danzo could easily pay for a transplant anytime, and Danzo had always bitterly refused to show any weaknesses. The question of why was he going around half-blind remained.

However, he was useful and inevitable for the survival of Konoha. Kumo and Iwa were rapidly amassing forces in numbers that Konoha couldn't, as they had mines and flourishing businesses while all Konoha had were forests. Even Suna had their trade with lands to the west of them- lands where chakra was used in different ways.

The Sandaime Hokage broke away from the century-old oaken table that he affectionately called his 'prison.' He could no longer use shadow clones for doing his paperwork, as the mental whiplash was too much for someone with his duration of seasoning. He opened the door of his room, one of the few things which were older than him.

"Hitomi. I am calling it a day today, a bit early. Give little Suzaku a peppermint candy from me."

"But sir, the Hyugas have an appointment with you today in an hour. They say that they should also allowed entry into the Military Police."

"Fine," he sighed, "I will be back in an hour. It won't take that much time anyway."

***The Peerless***

Naruto was stiff as a board as lay on his bed. If he so much as moved, he didn't know what would happen: for against him lay a beautiful bounty of breasts on an even more beautiful woman. He didn't truly know what was flowing through his mind when he was tricked by her. He really thought she was the spirit of the sword he had filched. Damn him for reading so much manga as a kid.

She pushed against him, making his tool grow, as her nipples felt so heavenly against his well-defined chest. The look of contentment she had, when hugging him to death, almost made him wish that he would die now. He tried to move away as saliva dripped from her mouth, as she was sleeping with her mouth open. He didn't want first-hand knowledge of whether her saliva was acidic, poisonous, or some other shit. Luckily, she turned away in her sleep, and loosened her strong grip on him. He tried to extricate himself from his situation, but it bore him no fruit. Her chocolaty legs were snaked around his own, refusing to let go.

"Tap, tap." Naruto realized that there was someone at the door. He slowly exchanged his place with a pillow and lifted the bedsheets. He almost wished he hadn't, as he saw she was stark naked- not even in panties- as he suspected before. He immediately let go of them in case his tool grew any more. He quickly thought of Sakura calling him Naruto-kun, chasing him all over Konoha, and grinned when his tool fell horrified.

He placed his feet on the cold floor. It gave him a tingling feeling, as he was barefoot as well as being in his boxers. There was a cold wind blowing from the broken window of his modest residence and hence his reaction. He had to fix that soon, he noted. He walked slickly to the door, taking care not to make a sound. He slowly opened the door and kept it partly closed, as he didn't want anyone to see his bed and come to false conclusions. He saw the Old Man who had bothered him for thirteen years, since he was the age of two. It would become fourteen years next month. Guess what, the teeth of time still hold their bite.

"You know, I don't disturb you unless I need to. But this is important, Naruto. Why didn't you attend the graduation ceremony yesterday? You missed team allocation yesterday, you know. Your new jonin sensei is disappointed with you. 'If he was late, I wouldn't have minded. But he didn't come at all.' Those were his exact words. Now come along, you are late for the team meeting today as well."

"Sorry old man. Was busy yesterday." the blond said, yawning annoyingly with an expression which said he could not be bothered to be sorry at all.

Naruto. Years of neglect had changed him. The Hokage inwardly snarled at his own inability. His hands were tied by his council. The civilians had raised their voices after the Kyuubi attack, when they started to outnumber the shinobi by too much of a margin to be conveniently forgotten. The daimyo had responded in their favor. After all, he couldn't be seen as neglectful of his subjects. A civilian council had been instituted with a two representatives from each ward. Now the shinobis were outnumbered in the policy making sphere as well. This didn't help at all with the divide that had sprung up between them. Luckily, Sarutobi had managed to make the civilians ineffective in decisions involving shinobi, as he had managed to bar them from voting on such matters.

"Naru..." a melodious voice whined from indoors, making Sarutobi' s eye bulge out. Oh! It seemed little Naruto was not that little anymore. He had been afraid that Naruto would grow up unloved even further. The civilians weren't exactly on good terms with him. Why, he didn't know, considering that the majority of the losses where borne by both the doujutsu clans on account of their arrogance. In fact, the Hyugas were very friendly with the blond, maybe because of the marriage contract that Hiashi had shown him.

He also suspected that Mikoto Uchiha had approached the blond earlier, but he couldn't confirm it. Itachi's blade in the blond's hands raised too much suspicion. He had questioned Mikoto about it of course, but it emerged from her meeting his interrogators that she hadn't made contact. Now, he couldn't do anything about it. You can't question the dead.

While quickly thinking of something to say, he was blown out of his mind as a face crawled out from the blond's back. No doubt they were pressing their bodies together, and she rubbed her closed eyes open, so she had just woken up. Her dazzling crimson hair and her alluring ruby eyes reminded the Hokage of that genjutsu mistress, and her cute pout all but made his nose bleed. She blew into Naruto's ears saying "Sorry, Hokage-sama. We were very busy yesterday, so he couldn't come to whatever appointment he had."

The Hokage was now blushing. 'How did this brat do it,'he wondered. Oh, if Jiraiya could see him now, he was mighty sure he would be worshipping the blond. 'Minato would have said, good choice, son, and Kushina…' He didn't know what that crazy woman would have done- maybe be a good mother and fight with the son's girlfriend. Or maybe she would just inspect the woman's hips for childbearing capacity. She would probably hug her son to death for finding a girlfriend just like her. She had after all promised that she would ensure that her child would be a mama's boy. He dared not think any further, or his brains would demand more pay from him. Nobody is crazy enough to think Uzumaki-crazy.

"Still, he has to reach the Academy in an hour."

Naruto without expression looked at the redhead, looking for permission, he surmised. Sarutobi giggled inside. 'Seems that Minato's fixation with redheads had passed over to his brat. He has inherited Kushina's legendary temper to boot.' He wondered what else he had inherited. It would be revealed soon anyway. The Academy was under the jurisdiction of the High Council, but the forces were under his sole authority so he could manage it.

"Fine. You can go. But I will be cold without you in bed," she whined again. It broke Sarutobi's heart to see such a beautiful woman with such a pitiable expression on her face.

"Naruto, you can stay for now, but come to my office in an hour to meet your sensei and team." Sarutobi turned to finally depart and took a few steps, but abruptly he turned around and said two sentences which haunted the blond. "I am truly proud of you today, Naruto. Don't ever let her go." Sarutobi now smiled a true smile, and walked away. 'Truly the boy is the future of the village. A little gallivanting with the opposite sex will awaken his will of fire that hasn't had an opportunity to surface.'He was partially to blame for that. He had at first thought the seal would not hold, so he had isolated the boy, not wanting anyone to get caught in the crossfire.

'She will give him someone to fight for. A reason to keep Konoha safe.'Though Naruto may not be ready to give up his life for the village, Sarutobi would go along with what he could get. Naruto, at the least, had a reason to ensure Konoha's survival. He would have to look into the redhead's background soon, Sarutobi noted.

Years had passed and the seal held, but Sarutobi couldn't change people's opinion back. Now he was left with a jinchuriki not wholly loyal to, nor having bonds to the village. He had tried to instill in Naruto a dream- a dream of being Hokage- but it failed spectacularly. He was like Kushina in that respect; once she got to know that being Hokage meant desk-duty, she immediately left the dream behind, Sarutobi recalled. To her mind, if Minato became Hokage, he would still have to take care of whatever brat they had full time, while she could still have adventures being a active ninja and all. She had not wanted to be a housewife, not ever.

****The Delinquent****

"Darling, you don't have to dress now. You heard the Hokage, we can stay here now. There is the 'Adventures of Princess Fuen' on tv today." The elephant in his room teased him.

"Kill me." Naruto pitifully said. This woman would be the death of him.

"Of course not. Especially when we haven't had our honeymoon yet." Saying that, woman blushed a pretty red that almost made him forget that this was a bloodthirsty demon. That was when he noticed that she was wearing his clothes, along with a tight panty which barely did its duty of covering her.

Wait a minute… she was wearing his clothes. "What are you doing in my clothes?"

"It is normal for a woman to feel comfortable in her husband's clothes, darling." She intoned with visible laughter in her eyes, "Especially after they consummate their marriage."

"We did nothing of that sort, you horny woman."

"I am horny all right. I have seen your body countless times from within the seal and still I can't get enough of it."

"You looked at me like that when I was a kid." He couldn't believe this woman.

"Well, I could always imagine you like that, can't I?" She had a point alright. "Still where are you going?"

"The fridge is empty."

"Then husband, I am coming. No self-respecting woman who calls herself someone's wife should allow him to shop without her."

"Now listen here." Naruto was enraged. "I didn't want this. You can live with me, I don't care about that. But you are totally not coming shopping with me." A beast of destruction or not, this was still a woman he was talking with. He was not going shopping with any woman if he could help it.

"What you say?" Kyuubi now snarled, her hair moving about in the air branched up into nine parts. "You dare reject me," she now bared herself to him. "You dare reject this. Say you don't want to gaze upon my face until you memorize every part of it. Don't you want to feel your hands all over my body until you remember every curve of mine?" she coaxed him. 'Yes, let the lust blind you.'

She was gonna continue, but the blond beat her to it. "I don't care how the fuck you look," the blond replied, stunning her. "I don't care how you look, as I know that your beauty is only skin deep. And anyway, who am I to judge?"

"What?" She had shot in the dark, and now she got the perfect man. No, he was still not worthy of her, she reminded herself. Suddenly, she stood and embraced him. Mumbling thank-yous, she gushed, "I am so happy, Naruto-kun. Now we are going shopping, then you are taking me out for a nice date."

"What?" This woman didn't make any sense.

"You don't know how hard it was for me in the seal, Naruto-kun. I was in my heat when I attacked Konoha. It was hard to control myself. I have always been alone, Naruto-kun. People only see me as a demon; otherwise, they just see me as a sex-object. Nobody saw me as a woman. You are the first one who did. Albeit you see me as an annoying woman, but still it counts." She sniffled a little, then closed the distance between them which had crept up while she was talking.

She engulfed the blond's mouth with her own, and closed her crimson orbs to imagine the next step she should take. Then she breeched his mouth with her tongue. The sodden tongue slithered and danced with his own.

Just before he thought he was in heaven, he had to change his opinion as nine tails sprang up from behind her. 'What! Naruto never admits defeat.'

He listened to his instincts and let loose. He embraced her voluptuous figure, letting his hands roam towards the firm ass-cheeks that he had been eyeing ever since she got up from bed. He replied in force to her kiss. She felt right in his arms like this, right now. Her scent was wafting all the way around him. To be honest, he didn't know what it was that she smelled like, but whatever it was he liked it. It was always shifting but never lifting. 'Maybe this could work out. After all only a monster can love another monster.'

He quickly found out that he had bitten off more than he could chew, as she started grinding her body against his. Her hot wetness was already tempting him. Her dark, pointed nipples were tantalizing him very much. "Look at how my nipples became hard for you Naruto."

"Stop it. It is not amusing anymore. " Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair begging it to stay down for a little longer. He had to stop it here, or he would become addicted to her.

"I have to go. You can come," he relented.

"And you're taking me on a date. You forgot it."

"No. I am not. Not today. I have a feeling it will be on a better day than this."

"Ok, Naru-kun." She was happy inside. She had met a person who didn't just judge a person by their appearance. 'He said that he didn't care what I look like.' She didn't want to lose this man, her vassal, her reluctant husband. She tilted her head to the left and looked at the walls, as she reminisced how this actually came up. Maybe she didn't get it right on the first go. She would have to try it in a different way. After all, even after years of tempting him in his dreams, he had responded only when he wished to. He was foolishly brave. Even now, after being deprived of common decencies by the local society, he was not clinging to her like the countless others she had enticed over the years. Maybe what she did won't be a total hassle for her, later on.

"Kyuubi, are you coming or not?" He was already dressed. Did she just daydream?

"Tsurara. That's my name." And the ball was set.

"Tsurara." He didn't know what to say about that.

"Yeah! We are husband and wife now, right? So we should know our names at the least. I do you owe you a lot for the trouble I caused you. I may be a remorseless demon, but I always pay my debts."

"It's nice to meet you, Tsurara-chan. And I forgive you for the public opinion of me that you may have caused. Though you are not to blame for that." The rest was unsaid, and with that Naruto gave one of his million-volt smiles that warmed her up. But she noticed that the warmth never reached his eyes, as always. She was bored in the seal, OK.

"It is good to meet you too, fishcake." She smirked when it was apparent that she had successfully annoyed him.

"It is not fishcake," the blond demanded.

"Well, you are my fishcake. So I'll call you fishcake-kun."

This woman was naturally mischievous, he realized. He quickly buried away memories of another crimson-eyed woman who filled a hole in his heart long ago, before she was killed. 'Murdered by Konoha,' he thought bitterly.

"You are staring. I would have been happier if you were staring at my birthday suit, instead of this." She twirled around, showing off her long, green summer dress. It accentuated her derrière in unholy ways. She knew he was daydreaming about that woman as he had been doing that for some time. She didn't know what was the feeling that boiled up from her gut when she thought of that woman. Why would she, the Kyuubi no Kitsune, the de facto ruler of this world, be angry with a human ape? Whatever it was, she was not going to allow any other woman to have her claws in him. Only hers would be in him. This feeling she could understand, after all, she was pretty possessive even a millennium ago. She never let go of her playthings. 'You are mine,' she said resolutely in her mind.

"I wasn't. Let's go." Naruto draped the white jacket over his shoulders, which earlier had been in her possession. He turned off the seal which ran the house. Seals were everywhere in Konoha, to provide amenities to all. There was a seal which allowed you to capture what you see ahead on specially-crafted paper. The paper would preserve that moment as long as it existed. Then there was the TV seal which allowed you to watch all those shows and movies in your house. Seals intrigued him, but they were prohibited to anyone not a chunin. However, he was pretty sure the clan children had already started learning it. After all, he was pretty sure sealing was something you could learn over the years, experimenting along the way.

Seals had given him the woman beside him too. He didn't know what to think of it. It was entirely possible that she was lying. He would know, for he had the silver tongue of the devil himself. He would give her a chance, for who was he deprive others of such things. He too was a monster, after a fashion. So making up his mind, he took her hand in his and went to buy whatever it was that they needed. Though a part of his mind was busy congratulating him for being so brave, he managed to sense someone who was tailing them. Keeping whoever it was in his sights, he entered the first shop with Tsurara. It was a apparel shop, quite an upmarket one to boot. Normally, he couldn't afford this, but the owner was a friend.

Organized crime had got a new breath of life after the Kyuubi attack. The Sandaime was busy in stabilizing the situation, driving away the depression and avoiding having tensions flare up, considering everybody had a culprit or a clan already in their minds responsible for the incident. So, in this quagmire of hurdles, he forgot to check the influx of yakuza men into Konoha. The yakuza brought along with them drugs, black money and other possibilities of employment for the orphans. The Hokage tried to control them, but they had firmly entrenched themselves in Konoha. His shinobi were also not the cream of the crop. The best had taken the Kyuubi head-on, in a futile effort. The will of fire had been extinguished, leaving only the embers. The yakuza had even brought Iwa to its knees, according to Jiraiya's sources. Half of the Iwa shinobi were addicted to the 'shit', as the yakuza's drug was called in society.

The owner of this particular clothing shop, Hideyoshi, was a sort of influential person in the yakuza and was Naruto's boss.

Naruto wanted to live respectfully, not be treated as scum. And in a situation where the divide between the poor and the rich had increased, he wanted to be a part of the latter. After all, the root of all fortune is a crime. So he became their enforcer, their delivery boy, and black marketeer- anything that they wanted a body to be. In return he got benefits like training, jutsus and basic accommodation among others. Families were torn and people destroyed, but it didn't bother him. After all, why should he be expected to cross the bridge more than halfway, for people who didn't bother even to set foot beyond the pedestal of their side of the bridge?

"Good morning, gaki. What do you want today?"

"We want some outfits for casual wear." Tsurara said.

"Oh! Who might you be? The gaki hardly brings anyone here."

"My husband seems to have a lack of friends."

"You married. When? And you didn't bother to call me." Hideyoshi said, affronted with a grave expression on his angular face. "I thought we were friends."

"It's a long story and we married yesterday, I could guess. I was drunk."

"And you are still together! Wow! You are very lucky. My own marriage didn't last more than the proposal stage." The middle-aged man said with a longing expression.

"Maybe it was because she caught you cheating on her, you old goat," the blond said with a mocking grin.

"Hahaha!" The black-haired middle-aged man laughed heartily, "You got me there."

During all this time, they had forgotten the only female in the store. She came to the counter and deposited enough clothes to fill the blond's room. "I'll have all of it." She beamed.

"As you say good lady. Take something for this knucklehead while your at it. He and fashion sense are not on speaking terms, you see." The man grinned, crinkling the scar along his right cheek. His pale skin made the reddened, angry scar stand out.

"Oh! Yes, I will." She promptly disappeared to the men's section.

"Where did you find yourself such a good woman? She is exactly what you need."

"She was always with me." Naruto said, matter of factly, with a "totally, I-am-not-shitting-you" expression.

"Does the Hokage know?" The now-serious man said. His hands crept to the drawer where he had kept his trusted tanto.

"No. There is no need. After all, Konoha is just a job for us."

"For us, yes. But to you it's personal right?" The owner of the shop spoke with a smirk clear on his visage.

"The monthly rent is coming. I want a discount." Naruto said quickly, changing the topic.

"How much? Forty percent?"

"Yes."

"Thirty, and I won't charge for these." Hideyoshi said, as he picked up a lacy black bra that Naruto's female companion had picked up. He wore a shit-eating grin too, which seemed to give his scar no trouble. "I always maintained that you were just picky."

"Maybe."

"Remember your roots. Do not forget where we came from," the man with a spiral on his back said. "We remain always, as the Spiral has no end." Hideyoshi said with a with a hardened face which gave away no emotion.

"Konoha is personal to you too, old man."

"When you become as wise as me, you will understand that if you need to relish something, you need it cold first. And sometimes, you realize it is still not worth it."

"Bye, Hideyoshi. It seems like I have to meet the Hokage soon." Naruto said, as he spied a cat mask through the window-pane of the closed door.

"If he asks, say she is my niece." The brunette man with hidden seals all over his body suggested.

"Yes. I will."

"Bye, my favorite Uncle." The redhead exclaimed, as she embraced the man. He responded with a throaty laugh. The shop "Burning Leaf" was just a front.

"Naruto-kun, the Hokage wants to meet you. You were to meet your team there, and you were late again."

He hadn't noticed the passage of time, first grocery shopping, then he was dragged here. "Can't it wait for tomorrow? I seem to be occupied here," the blonde explained matter of factly, raising the shopping bags.

"Very funny, Uzumaki-kun. Now chop-chop, get right to it. The Hokage doesn't have all day for you," Neko chastised him. "Use the shadow clone and send him home." She hinted to him.

"I don't want to be alone with a strange man." his companion countered.

"I don't care. He is coming to the Hokage now. You take the clone." Neko refused to give an inch.

"You take the clone. I need him more than you." Now, let it not be said that Kyuubi can't throw a tantrum. Both women were now in each other's faces with teeth snarling.

"Now be quiet, both of you. " Naruto said, as he made a clone and sent it home with the bags."Whoever said she can't come with me?"

Tsurara's eyes went wide. She didn't think that he would go along with it. After all, she was just fooling around with this female ape.

Neko squinted her eyes; 'Seems like what the Hokage said was true. I have to keep an eye on her. She doesn't seem like a spy but you can't be too sure.' She promised to herself to be like a shadow and to get to know this woman. Her instincts screamed at her that this red-headed woman was a disaster waiting to happen. It was also because it was partly her fault that the blond opposite her had disappeared for three years. She should have noticed that the cheerful child was not as cheerful as he looked. After all, he was smart enough even then to make up his own jutsus, and effective; they were not an attempt to garner attention.

Even Kakashi-senpai went around tossing flashy jutsus without restraint. The blond even then knew that the secret to being a shinobi lay in being invisible as long as it benefitted you. He had managed to keep away from them for three years. If anyone knew how to hide, it would be him.

"It is a shinobi matter. She is a civilian." She tried her last hand.

"She can wait outside the room. You don't have to be a shinobi to enter the tower nor to have an appointment," Naruto retorted.

"Get there fast, I will be expecting you in five minutes. I can't take you both along for the ride." Saying that, Yugao Uzuki the Anbu operative shunshinned away.

"I will learn that one day."

"You just had to ask me you know."

" Well, Tsurara-chan, please for me?"

"I will look into it," she vaguely answered with a playful smirk, and walked towards the Hokage tower. Her red hair blew like waves in the wind. He was beginning to enjoy spending his time with her. She was fun.

He and his partner eventually reached the tower. He sped up to the second floor where the Hokage's room was located. He entered the door and sighed as he saw the two children he disliked the most in the room.

"Hnn." The emo-princess said.

"Naruto-baka why are you here? Only those who passed are allowed to have a team."

"Old man, I don't like this team. Can I get another team?"

"You are a shinobi now, Naruto. You should listen to your Hokage now. And this is how teams are traditionally made. The rookie, the deadlast and the best kunoichi in one cell. It is called Team seven, and it has always produced exceptional ninja."

"Team seven is bound to fail. Your team, his team," Naruto pointed to the Fourth "All failed. You should have learnt from it by now." He brutally got his point across.

"Maa maa, Naruto-kun, we haven't even introduced ourselves yet, don't jump to conclusions." A silver-haired Jonin with his headband obscuring his left eye said, with an eye-smile. He thought it was a smile, as more than of his face was covered.

"And who are you? You seem like a lazy, perverted, secretive person to me." Turning to the Hokage, Naruto continued, "I wonder if he would even be on time for his own funeral if he could help it."

'Have we met before?' Kakashi wondered. For the deadlast to have such a fine-tuned deductiveskill was surprising.

"Hello, Inu-san, " Naruto said with an inflection. "I thought you were an old man before with your hair and all. Didn't know you were Kakashi Hatake." This team was meant to contain him, he realized. All the other three showed promise in genjutsu, something he was supposed to be weak in. 'I am only supposed to be that way. Times have changed,' he thought with a grin.

"All Hatakes have silver hair." He forgot that.

"I would say it is grey."

"Whatever. I don't have to answer you. Team, meet me on the roof."

Naruto met his intended team on the roof. Inu-san was there, reading his orange book as usual. Sasuke and Sakura soon came in through the door. Sasuke was glaring at him for God knows what. That child really needed some counseling, Naruto noted.

Sasuke was glaring because the blond was again reminding him of someone.

Flashback…

It was taijutsu day at the academy, and the last fight of the day was between Sasuke and Naruto. The lead-up fights were tame, compared to this match-up, always. Sasuke was someone who expected you to follow the course that he thought you would. Anything to the contrary hurt his pride, and he blamed it on the fact that his Sharingan hadn't awakened yet.

Naruto was the blueprint of an unorthodox fighter. His fighting style was considered by the instructors to be native to Kiri. The feints and parries he utilized were something they would expect in a budding swordsman from Kiri. How the class dobe knew it it, even better, how he used it effectively, were mysteries that nobody had the guts to solve. The blond was extremely tight-lipped in regards to his secrets, and if someone pestered him for it, he would retaliate. Mizuki was still angered at the blond, after Naruto filled his house with erotica books right before his girlfriend came over- leading to their break up.

"I will win here, dobe, for all you know is taijutsu from some other village. Have you no honor?" The raven-haired one taunted.

"Yeah. You are right, Sasuke. The dobe is nothing but a lowlife," a pinkette screamed. If her hair color didn't scream that she wasn't made out to be a ninja, her rail-thin body did.

"You are a dumbass," the blond spat, and rushed towards him head on. He stopped right in front of Sasuke to throw a punch with his closed fist, but it opened...and he threw sand in his eyes.

"Ahhhh!" Sasuke screamed. Take away a man's most priced possession, and you will get to know his real self hidden behind all the securities worldly possessions offered him. Sasuke was now desperate. Without his eyes, he was weak. He was not an Uchiha. He wanted his eyes to forecast his opponents' intentions. He doubled over as he was punched in the chin and then kneed in the gut. He fell down huffing and rubbing his eyes furiously. He was given no respite though, as he was picked up by the bigger blond and hefted to the ground.

The soft but still painful play sand of the taijutsu ring was becoming acquainted with his face as he managed to open his eyes. He looked around, but the dobe was nowhere. He then gazed upon the blond high fiving with the Inuzuka. Growing confused, he looked down and raged. He was thrown out of the ring in under a minute, like a first-year academy student fighting against his instructor. Now enraged, he readied the only jutsu he had picked over the years from the various instructors he had had. "Katon: Gokakyu…"

He couldn't complete it, as Iruka kneed him from the back. "That is extremely childish of you, Sasuke Uchiha. You lost, he won. The matter closes there. If you take it any further, I will have to remove you from the program."

"Hnn. " he eloquently made his point across.

"Ok. Today's best taijutsu user is Naruto. If you made this much effort in the subjects I don't teach, you would be the rookie of the year, Naruto."

"Yeah, Iruka-sensei, I'll try," the eighteen-year old said.

"What? That baka cheated," the pinkette screamed again.

"Geez! Some people have sensitive hearing in here, pinky," Kiba groaned, as his ears were temporarily deafened. It was alarming how such loud personalities could become ninjas. He was brash and talkative, yes, but he didn't scream every other sentence.

"He fought like how a shinobi ought to, utilizing any weaknesses they can observe, not giving out their own. Which is more than I can say of you all." Iruka looked disappointed with them.

"An Uchiha fights head on. He doesn't have any weaknesses."

"Sure, whatever you say Sasuke. We don't have another Uchiha to say otherwise." Naruto knew that was quite low of him, but Sasuke left it wide open.

Birds flew away as they sensed a disturbance in the force.

End flashback

From that day, Sasuke had decided that Naruto would be his stepping stone. The older blond fought unlike any of his other classmates. He fought very stingily, without showing any of his styles or jutsus. He fought fully aware of his surroundings, utilizing them to their fullest potential. He fought like him… Itachi.

In retrospect, he should have seen that. Even Itachi had managed to pass without being the rookie of the year. He showed his skills only after graduating. It was the only reason he wanted to be in this team - Naruto. He was sure the blond would show his skills soon, and he would be there to copy it. Or at the least, learn from it. It would give him insight into the world of Itachi Uchiha.

"Now team, we will have to take care of our introductions. I will go first. I am Kakashi Hatake, your Jonin sensei from now on. I was a member of a team 7, as Naruto here all enlightened us. My likes are, well, too adult for you all. I dislike very few things. As for hobbies, ehh, they are again too adult for you all. Well, come on pinky- introduce yourself." Kakashi was sporting a blush on his features, quite visible even through the mask.

'The only thing he stated explicitly is that he is a pervert of the highest order.' Everyone thought and sweat-dropped.

"Yes, I am Sakura Haruno. My father is a member of the council, and my mother is a civilian from the Yamanakas. My likes are..." She blushed as she looked at her crush opposite her." I dislike Ino-buta and Naruto-baka,"she vociferously screamed this time.

"And I'm scared. I'm quaking in my boots, you see." The blond blew her off.

"Ah, that is enough now, you tough guy. Let us see what you have to say." Kakashi extinguished the situation with his quick planning.

"I am Naruto Uzumaki. I like fighting and training. I dislike those who form opinions of others without taking the effort to know them first. My hobbies are the same as before. Dreams, don't have any in particular, but they may be being strong." Naruto said, taking care to only say what was beneficial.

"You forgot to mention the red-head woman that Hokage-sama told me about, and who I saw not moments ago, as one of your likes."

"I don't like to butt in your personal matters and I expect the same courtesy from you." Naruto snapped.

"Maa maa, no need to get all snarky. I'm your Jonin sensei, I need to know these things." Kakashi tried that route. He needed to know what his sensei's legacy had been up to in these past few years. He had not seen him as close as he would prefer to, after his disappearance. He had been out on a long-term mission to the Mist to look for surviving Uzumakis. He was successful in finding two servant families, nothing more.

The other two were looking at the blond in confusion, not getting what was being said. Sasuke let it go; he wasn't interested, he came here to be a better ninja not to be a news reporter. Sakura didn't believe what her sensei was saying, because everyone knew no one would go out with the the lowlife. Her parents had explicitly detailed to her how he was a nuisance to society. No self-respecting woman would allow herself to be seen with him.

Kakashi still remembered that day; he had searched every nook and corner for the blond, but he failed. Another notch on his long list of failures, it was. What frightened the Hokage and many others was that the blond seemed unwilling to make bonds here, as if, they didn't matter. In short, he was acting like Orochimaru.

Now he was charged by the Sandaime to give Naruto some bonds here, and at the least, to avoid having Sasuke blow up. The Uchiha's psych files revealed Sasuke as a backstabbing, apathetic and empty person. The child had tried to fill the hole with pride, but it didn't work as well as the Uchiha thought it would. Karachi was determined to take care of both of them, for both were legacies of the people he admired the most.

"I'm still not saying. I may answer the Hokage but not you."

'Looks like I made the blond wary. Oh well.' "You brooder with the brooder pose. Introduce yourself now. Or Uncle Kakashi won't give you any cool jutsus."

Sasuke, glaring at the grey-, sorry, silver-haired man, huffed in impotent rage and replied, "I'm Sasuke Uchiha. I'm the only Uchiha left in Konoha. My likes are very few and my dislikes are…" This time, he looked at the blond as he thought of his brother. "A particular man. My dream, no ambition, is to one day kill that man."

"So, I have got a teenage girl with an eating disorder. An Uchiha with a God complex and vengeance providing the wind beneath his wings. A jinchuriki who is dressed like a samurai wannabe." Kakashi said as he looked at the blond's choice of clothing. He was wearing a white yukata with black pants, making him look like a samurai trainee. "Naruto. I'll have to ask you to change your attire for when you come in for the test tomorrow . We will be doing quite a strenuous survival training. "

"Test?"

Aah.. Now he had their attention. "What you passed was just like an aptitude test showing that you all have what it takes to be a ninja. But for actually becoming one, you have to pass my test. This test has always seen a passing rate of thirty percent to forty percent, in general. But as for me, I haven't passed a single team, as not a one had that something needed to be a worthy of Konoha." He looked at them, eye-smiled, and continued, "Go home for now, but tomorrow at 7 sharp we will have our test."

The hopeful Team seven went to back to wherever they came from.

A tiring day it was. Sakura didn't even stalk Sasuke. They had waited three hours for their sensei. Then they had to wait another for the blond.

***Peerless***

At Naruto and FemKyu's house, the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a penknife. It was all because… "Tsurara-" The blonde screamed, "You made ramen." He looked cross-eyed at her.

"Of course, silly. It is your favorite dish. Isn't it?" 'After all, the way into a man's heart is through his stomach.' She giggled.

"Damn right." He broke the chopsticks cleanly and then began to inhale the ramen in front of him. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the red-headed goddess in front of him. She was looking at him expectantly. "Tsurara, you made this, really? This is better than Ichiraku's. Feed me more." He whined as he knelt and embraced her legs. "I will take you to Yakiniqu Q. Please…"

"Yes. Silly, I will give you more." Her face had brightened up now. "But you have to tell me, no, explain to me why you like it so much. You know it is not healthy for someone of your profession."

"All I had was ramen when I was young and before…"

"I came. Now, you won't have instant ramen every day. You, my husband, will have real food."

"How does this thing work, actually?"

"You mean, how am I out and free?"

"Yes."

"I just went from one seal to a more likable seal. When you accepted me, the Shinigami's duty was done, and he unsealed the two souls, which were sealed one inside the other, to each other. They had been reconciled, so they were bound together."

"So, we are not actually…"

"We have accepted each other for life. Marriage was the easiest thing I could help you to relate it to."

"Ok. I may not be able to afford it, but I will still go through with it," he said as he threw a magazine into her hands.

She opened it and saw rings on the marked page. 'Wedding rings. He is buying it for me.' He was buying a ring for her even though she tricked him into it. "Why?"

"I know how it feels like to have no freedom. So, I can understand why you did what you did. As for the ring, Naruto Uzumaki always keeps his promises." He smiled his smile again but this time there was warmth in his eyes.

She looked at him with glazed eyes. There was something irresistible about this human. How could he do this to her?

"You," she said, standing up with her expression shadowed by the hair which had fallen over her eyes. She swiftly crossed the distance between them, and embraced him, "Make a good husband, my idiot vassal."

"I'm the one who is stupid over here." Naruto said, not amused.

"No. You are an idiot but not stupid. Tell me, why don't you leave?"

"I don't know. I don't have anywhere else to go for now, I guess." He understood what she meant.

'So he intends to leave.' "Uzumaki were a clan of Kiri. They had their own compound separate from the village but…"

"I know it already, or have you forgotten your favorite uncle so soon?" Naruto looked at her with a lilting smile.

"You are an infuriating husband."

"I have a test tomorrow. I may be late; what will you do to pass your time?"

"This and that. Though you may get a reward because of it, later."

"I look forward to it," he said, kissing her and going to bed.

Tsurara looked at him, shook her head, and joined him in bed. He was already sleeping soundly. He was very tired. It seemed like her release did take a lot out of him, although he didn't show it. The Shiki Fuin was a bitch to get out of. It was a divine seal, not a human one like the other villages had tried on her siblings- though calling them siblings was a stretch of the imagination. Beware world, the Queen is back. She would stay here for now, to understand some things.

She honestly liked the feeling that this ape was giving her. He saw her in less than glorious circumstances, but still accepted her. He accepted her even after knowing who she was. In fact, he didn't think less of her because she was the Kyuubi. Blinking away more of the insane thoughts she had been having ever since she was unsealed, she made herself go to sleep wrapped up in his arms. She should have made him think that she was an angel or some other shit, before tricking him into marrying her. It would have been less a hassle that way.

All's well that ends well.

****The End****

And that's it. The rebuild of Peerless, with a re-edit by Illuminated, my new beta.

How did you like it? This one has better scene transitions, something I worked extensively upon. Although, it is still not up to what I would like it to be. I will work on it further and make it one of my strengths just like I did for action sequences.

Don't be mistaken by Tsurara's now specified name or her sweet personality. Nothing is true with her. She is a classic femme fatale taken from a noir movie.

I can't specify a update date for this. But it will be slow at first then pick up speed. Please review to let me know how you liked it. Was it ok, good or superb?

Now, ok guys, this may look like a harem story at first, but I am not sure if it will stay the same. Let us see where this story takes me. I have two endings ready for it, one with a harem and the other not so harem-y.

As for the women, it will be Naruto and some of older women. Guess who:

Ages:

Naruto-17, genin

Rookie 9 - 15, genin

Kakashi - 33, Elite jonin

Gai- 35, Elite jonin

Asuma - 36, Elite jonin

Kurenai- 20, jonin

Anko- 23, jonin

Ibiki - 39, Jonin and T&I head

Hiruzen - 70, Hokage

Yugao- 28, Anbu

These are the people you will see in the next chapter. Bye bye, see you in the next chapter.