We all read or heard about fics where Naruto has a sibling, twin or otherwise, where Minato and Kushina think the sibling is the child of prophecy and leave to train them after Kurama's attack while Naruto stays behind to take the heat, only for Naruto to be the right child of the prophecy.

But what if he wasn't?

What if Minato and Kushina chose the right kid?

Well, there's peace now, and everybody is happy, except Naruto.

He wasn't happy when his parents came back with his sibling; he surely wasn't happy about being made the scapegoat and pariah of the village to spare his sibling the suffering of being the village's 'demon brat,' and the fact Minato and Kushina weren't even sorry about it and only kept giving the same 'you will understand later' excuses did not help.

Then, the prophecy came true, peace was achieved, and Naruto still wasn't happy at all. At this point, he had already disowned his parents and sibling, a decision he was getting shit from everybody for being an ungrateful brat when the legendary Yellow Flash and his family were being oh-so-graceful about it and letting him bask in the glory of helping world peace.

His life was insufferable because people were egging on him for being unreasonable, while ignoring the glaring fact that, despite the outcome, it does not change the fact that his life had been hell.

His parents were no better; every time they tried to talk to him, they never acknowledged that what they did was wrong. They only saw that they accomplished what they wanted to and never understood that, independently of world peace being achieved, it does not change the fact that Naruto lived and still lives in hell because of their actions.

So, he does the only logical thing to give himself some peace; he changes his name, quits being a shinobi, and leaves the village, vanishing completely to start fresh as far away from Konoha as he can, and he succeeds.

Upon noticing that Minato and Kushina do nothing, at least in the beginning, they think Naruto just needs to cool down and that he'll come around in time, that he'll come back and they'll talk like adults, solve things, and be a family again.

That does not happen. What does happen is that the hype of the prophecy being fulfilled wears down, and they finally start to see reason when they hear just how bad the village is shitting on Naruto for not 'swallowing his pride and being thankful' for the hell the village made his life be.

When the rose-tainted glasses finally come off, they start to see that Naruto wasn't wrong to feel the way he felt; he wasn't wrong about not being thrilled with everything that happened because, independently of the outcome, his life was shit anyway. They finally notice that they were thinking he was unreasonable because they got the outcome they wanted.

That's when they start to look for Naruto, to apologize, this time, doing it right, and try to make up for him, but by now years had passed; any trail that could lead them to him went cold a long time ago.

Then, tragedy strikes as the child of prophecy, the one who brought peace to the world, dies of chakra disease. During the funeral, Kushina is heartbroken and snaps into a grief-filled fit of rage as she gets fed up with the whispers about how much of a disgrace Naruto was for not even showing up to his sibling's funeral.

So, time passes, they grow old and wrinkled, watching their friend's kids grow up, become shinobi, climb through the ranks, get married, and have kids of their own while they are all alone and filled with regrets, until they die of old age, alone in their home.

Then, they wake up.

They somehow traveled back to the past right after the end of the Fourth Shinobi War when peace had been achieved. They were given a second chance to fix things, and they won't mess this up.

But that won't be easy; after all, the way they behaved after peace was achieved has been the straw that broke the camel's back, but there was build-up, and those past wounds are not easy to mend

Au where The Leaf is the one that got 3 villages targeting it and the survivors migrated to Whirlpool.

Naruto's birth is not something swept under a rug or hidden: The Uzukage was Naruto's Uncle, Kushina's blood brother.

The night Naruto was born and the fox got out it didn't have time to rampage because 20 Uzumaki's could Pin it down with chains. Minato still died due to the reaper death but Kushina either died much later due to the blown out chakra system or survives due to her not being the only one holding the fox.

Naruto is raised with the fact he's a prince and has expectations on how he acts.

For sake of the sorry all the Konoha 12's parents survived to migrate to whirlpool.

Naruto's birthday isn't a tragedy its a literal national Holiday where the actual leader of the island is holding him up.

What other changes would happen in this AU? The Uchiha probably wouldn't be massacred because the fox didn't get the chance to rampage.

All three of Kakashi's students stared at him sheepishly, before all at once pointing at him.

"You're not a creature, so does that count?"

"I talk to dogs.."

"Mental illness doesn't make you mythical."

"No, as in I speak the canine language."

"So does Sakura, you're not special."

"She's a werewolf!"

"The point still stands."

"Whatever, Naruto..if that even is your real name.."

"I have many, but Naruto is the one I like the most."

"Who'd you take it from?"

"Don't worry about it, they weren't living up to the maelstrom name, so I'm just doing it justice."

"Faeries..I swear..just don't go around stealing any faces and names, please."

"Funny thing is, Hinata gave me her name willingly, I wonder why that is? I mean, she doesn't know what I am, at least, if she does then she's hiding it well..oh well!"

"...Sasuke, stop eyeing my neck like it's a five star dinner!"

"Don't worry sensei, the hunger will pass... eventually."

"Don't go drinking any blood."

"Blood?! You dirty miscreant! Drinking blood is for the barbarians who can't control their thirst and end up killing whomever they are drinking from!"

"Okay, and what do you drink?"

"Chakra."

"Chakra is a liquid?"

"It's liquid enough for me."

"Hey sensei! Did you know that Sakura's werewolf form is pink like her hair?"

"Okay..that's a nice little fun fact, but why'd you feel the need to interject that now?"

"Because, it's a full moon tonight and remember that punch to the throat you gave her during training today?"

"..."

"I'm gonna rip you several news ones, you're gonna have to pick which ass to shit from!"

"I'd say 'lock your doors and windows' but that won't stop her, neither will silver, she traded that weakness to me for something else."

"For what?"

"I signed an NDA, sorry."

"Faeries I swear- Sakura, don't make deals with Naruto unless you want your soul stolen or something."

"Bold of you to assume I already didn't trade it."

"..."

"Yea, y'know, when you're on good terms with a faerie, they tend to hook you up."

"Got her the wyvern's blood nail polish last week."

"I got him some mermaid ramen as exchange."

"Why are my teammates idiots?"

"You're one to talk bozo#3."

As title suggests looking for a fic I’m pretty sure i know who it was by but i think they have deleted the fic, so anyways my little summary of what happens:

Naruto and team seven are at an inn/tavern little do they know that team taka is there, they’re having food and drinks or whatever, anyways naruto decides to go dance with a guy(sasuke in a henge i think Naruto knows not sure) and he and said guy go up to a room but beforehand they’re Sakura and Naruto have a bit of a fight and uses a jutsu on him before punching him the gut i think. Naruto and Sasuke proceed to a room. A couple of months later Naruto finds out he’s pregnant. Can’t remember if they may have had a relationship that was secret.

I think there was about 11 - 13 chaps if someone can help look that would be amazing, sorry if any details are incorrect

Ren Yuki — My OC from Kirigakure

Hey! I've been working on this Naruto OC for a while and wanted to share him here. I'd love to hear what you guys think!

Name: Ren Yuki
Village: Kirigakure
Clan: Yuki
Age: 24
Rank: Jōnin (recently promoted)
Affiliation: ANBU / Hunter-nin
Kekkei Genkai: Ice Release (Hyōton)

Background

Ren is a descendant of the Yuki clan, which was persecuted during Kirigakure's Bloody Mist era. His mother fled the village to protect them both, and although she wasn't a particularly skilled shinobi, she taught him what she knew about their clan's Ice Release.

They eventually returned to Kirigakure when the village began to change. His mother never really stopped fearing that the persecution might happen again, but Ren believes in the village it has become. He loves Kirigakure and wants to protect it, although he isn't the kind of person who would blindly follow an order he believes is wrong.

Personality and his condition

Ren is quiet, observant and not particularly sociable, but he gets along well with the people he trusts. He's also fairly pragmatic and doesn't see much point in dwelling on things he can't change.

Both he and his mother suffer from a hereditary heart condition. His mother's condition has progressed to the point where she is terminally ill, while Ren can still live and work as a shinobi, provided he knows his limits. Prolonged physical exertion can cause him to collapse, and pushing himself too far can be fatal.

He doesn't resent this or see himself as helpless because of it. Instead, he tries to make the most of what he can do. He trains to stay in shape, but he can't keep up with the endurance of a healthy shinobi forever, so he relies more on preparation and strategy.

He also hides how bad his condition can get from his mother. He doesn't want to make her worry about losing him while she's already facing her own illness.

Fighting style

Ren specializes in tracking, ambushes and controlling the battlefield. Rather than overpowering an opponent, he tries to limit their options and finish the fight before it turns into a prolonged battle.

He uses Ice Release to set traps, make surfaces slippery, create small defensive barriers and launch ice spikes when he needs a stronger attack. His main weapons are ordinary senbon, which he uses with precision, and he carries a few short knives as backup.

He also has some Water Release training, mostly useful for underwater infiltration, and uses Wind Release for minor movement assistance. Neither is as developed as his Ice Release.

His biggest weakness is endurance. If an opponent survives his initial attacks and forces him into a long fight, Ren can quickly find himself at a disadvantage.

His mentor

Ren was trained by an experienced hunter-nin who is considered one of the best in Kirigakure. He's around 55 years old, nearly 1.95 m tall, heavily scarred and still an intimidating opponent despite no longer being at his peak.

Interestingly, his preferred fighting style is taijutsu. He's an excellent tracker and assassin, but he's also the kind of hunter who can follow a target for hours and then finish the job at close range.

He served during the Bloody Mist era and has never tried to hide that part of his past from Ren. Their relationship isn't based on pretending those years never happened. Ren knows what his mentor was involved in, but also recognizes the person he has become since then.

The mentor is strict and rarely gives praise, although he genuinely cares about Ren's well-being. Ren, in turn, trusts his judgment more than anyone else's when it comes to military matters, even though he still respects the Mizukage's authority.

Their fighting styles are quite different: his mentor prefers to hunt down his targets directly, while Ren prefers to control their movements and leave them with fewer and fewer ways to escape.

A mission that changed things

One of the most important events in Ren's life happened during a mission when his heart condition finally caught up with him and he could no longer continue. A teammate had to save him and suffered devastating injuries in the process, losing several limbs.

The teammate was eventually transferred to Kirigakure's Intelligence Division, where he now does administrative work. He's still serving the village, but this was never the life he wanted for himself.

He doesn't openly blame Ren, and they can still speak and work together, but things between them have never quite returned to how they were before. Ren knows that his teammate lost a future he had worked for, and that knowing this doesn't make the situation any easier.

The incident also gave some people another reason to question whether a Yuki shinobi with a heart condition should be sent on dangerous missions. Others judge Ren more fairly, based on his actual performance. He doesn't try to convince everyone to like him; he just keeps doing his job, while being more careful about the risks he asks others to take.

Ultimately, Ren wants to protect the Kirigakure he grew up to believe in. His mother remembers the village as something to fear, while he sees something worth fighting for. I think that difference between them is one of the most important parts of his character.

Naruto's voice had a raspy lilt, faint enough to sound natural, noticable enough to be put on his Shinobi identification file. But anyone who knew Naruto when he was younger they remember the rasp just appearing one day, it was Naruto so the chose not to question him, until Tsunade, about an hour after her induction as Hokage, decided to question him on it.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Don't play dumb, I know that you know what you sound like, you're always talking."

"Rude."

"But true, so answer my question."

"Why are you even asking?"

"Why are you dodging?"

"I'm not dodging!"

"Out of the four lines you've said, none have then have been an answer."

"..."

"Naruto, I hate it when people mumble."

"It's natural.."

"That's a lie."

"What?!"

"I may be a Shinobi and now Hokage, but I'll always be a doctor first, and my medically trained ears are telling me that whatever's going on with your voice isn't genetics."

"Of course, one of the two smart people in my life starts asking questions.."

"Awe..you think I'm smart?"

"I mean, you're a doctor, and believe me, I've tried doing that medical course in the academy and the only thing I got from that is that the human body is gross and what people can do to it is even grosser."

"Well, color me flattered, and let me tell you, flattery will get you far but not far enough. Why is your voice raspy? And don't even try to say it's natural."

"..."

"Once again, I hate mumblers."

"I dr...k..ne.."

"I never thought I'd hear you of all people whispering, but speak up."

"I..drank...ne..."

"I won't ask again, speak up or I'll ban you from ramen for a while month."

"Fine! I drank gasoline when I was younger!"

"The Fuck?!"

"Stop yelling!"

"No! Why the Fuck did you do that?!"

"I thought that since it smelled good, it'd probably taste good too."

"That has got to be the dumbest reason as to why someone would do that."

"I was like five! Relax!"

"Where were the adults or literally anyone with common sense?!"

"Granny, I had like four people maximum who cared about me back then. And all of them were busy. Gramps was the Hokage, Teuchi is a business owner, Ayame helps with said business and is a teen all herself, and Iruka is a Shinobi and teacher."

"Right...and did anything else happen?"

"Well..."

"Here we go.."

"It just so happens that day was the day a traveling preforming group came to Konoha..and they had a whole fire theme, and during the show..I..uh..gasped and a spark flew into my mouth.."

"Oh no.."

"That set my throat on fire.."

"..I'd oughta slap the orange off your clothes."

It's been said that Kakashi has copied 1000 jutsus on his ninja career, yet, we saw he doesn't know anything that's not chidori (joke).

so instead he just copied the jutsus, never bothered to learn them and enemies/allies just assumed he did. So the only jutsu he can do without sharingan is chidori.

When team 7 asks for jutsus to learn, all he can teach is chidori, when doing missions, all he does is spam chidori, when making a sandwich, he cuts the ingredients with chidori.

If he fights someone, he just keeps spamming their own jutsus against them.

Kakashi has dominated the art of the copy ninja so much, he copied his own chidori from himself.

I don’t know if I want crack or something with more plot driven seriousness or both. So if it exists throw it my way please.

I don’t care who the rival is. Sakura, Tobirama’s ghost, a mountain, Gaara, every tree in Konoha. It’s all fine.

Thanks for any recs!

Naruto learns the Adamantine Sealing Chains during the 30 days and the shinigami giving him the Genetic Memory of one of the early Uzumaki masters of the chains.

I just love the idea of Naruto doing Kai's from Kung Fu Panda 3 Chain twirling as he walks onto the field while singing 'Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison'.

Just the sheer terror when Neji learns what Adamantine Does to the chakra network and Naruto learning them instead of treating a blood oath on vengeance as a joke.

The closet smelled like wet wool, stale malt liquor, and cheap, citrusy body spray. Outside the door, the floorboards of Naruto’s hallway were vibrating in rhythm to a badly burned CD compilation thumping through cheap speakers in the living room. The music was muffled by drywall, but the bass was heavy enough to rattle the coat hangers inside. 

Every few seconds, the chaotic sound of high school freshmen acting like they knew how to handle alcohol tore through the wood—someone screaming about a beer pong rule, a plastic red cup shattering, and Kiba’s dog barking wildly in the backyard.

Inside, it was pitch black, claustrophobic, and stiflingly warm.

"Gross! You could at least warn me!"

Tenten’s hand connected squarely with Choji’s shoulder, shoving him backward with enough force to send him stumbling over a metal shoe rack and tumbling into a heap of heavy winter coats.

"Hey, man! It’s Eight Minutes in Heaven!" Choji sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hoodie sleeve, his loud, defensive bravado instantly filling the tiny space.

 "That’s the game! You lock two people in a closet, they do the deed! What else are we supposed to do in here, inspect the drywall?"

"It’s seven minutes," Tenten snapped, her voice dripping with dry, razor-sharp annoyance as she leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her arms in the dark.

Choji paused, squinting through the slivers of light coming through the door slats. "What?"

"Seven minutes," Tenten corrected deadpan. "It's called Seven Minutes in Heaven. Not eight. And you went straight in for an open-mouth kiss without even checking if I had teeth. Zero warning. Total amateur hour."

Choji let out an offended huff, readjusting his oversized hoodie as he pushed himself up from the coat pile, narrowly avoiding stepping on an old vacuum hose. "Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I was locked in a broom closet with the local romance expert! For your information, I was going for a cinematic entry. A classic."

Tenten rolled her eyes so hard you could almost hear it in the dark. She sighed, stepped forward through the gloom, and gave him a quick, loud mwah right on the cheek.

"There!" she said, stepping back into her corner. "Congratulations. You got action at this stupid party."

Choji blinked, touching his cheek where her lips had hit. He leaned his back against the wall opposite her, letting out a long breath. The sudden shift from defensive panic to complete, awkward resignation was instantaneous.

"Who's plus-one are you anyway?" Choji asked, shifting his weight. "I’ve seen you in the hallways, but you don't hang out with my guys."

"Not even a plus-one," Tenten replied, leaning her head back against the wood. "I’m a degree away. I came with Neji, who came with Lee, who is apparently Naruto’s weird gym buddy. I don't even know half the people here."

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A fist rattled the closet door hard enough to send dust floating down from the top shelf.

"FOUR MINUTES LEFT, LOSERS!" Kiba’s voice yelled from the hallway, accompanied by the muffled sound of people laughing. "ARE YOU GUYS DOING TONGUE YET OR WHAT?!"

"GO BARK AT A TREE, KIBA!" Tenten shouted back without missing a beat, not even shifting her posture.

"Woof," Choji muttered, shaking his head in approval. "Tough break. I’m Choji, by the way. Shikamaru brought me."

"Oh," Tenten perked up slightly, a tiny smirk touching her face in the dark. "Shikamaru? Isn't he the guy trying to get with that blonde transfer student? Temari?"

Choji scoffed hard, waving a hand dismissively. "No way! Man, he’s not even over Ino yet."

"Whaaaat?" Tenten gasped, leaning in half an inch, instantly hooked. "No way. I literally saw Ino making eyes at Sasuke by the punch bowl five minutes ago."

"Shut up," Choji said, his jaw dropping in the dark. "Sasuke? Sasuke Uchiha? Ino’s been telling everyone in homeroom that they’ve been 'secretly texting,' but I thought she was making it up!"

"Oh, it’s not secret," Tenten whispered with deep, conspiratorial satisfaction. "She was doing that thing where she laughs really loud at stuff that isn't funny just so he’d look at her. But Sasuke was staring at the wall like he was trying to burn a hole through it with his mind."

"Classic Sasuke," Choji nodded sagely. "Guy has the emotional range of a boiled potato. I don't get the hype."

"Right?!" Tenten hissed. "Finally, someone says it! And don't get me started on Naruto. I saw him trying to explain the rules of flip cup to that red-haired exchange kid—Gaara, right? Gaara looked like he was contemplating the void while Naruto was vibrating at a frequency that could break glass."

Choji snorted, cracking a grin. "Gaara doesn't drink. Shikamaru said he just stands in corners to look ominous."

BANG BANG BANG.

"TWO MINUTES!" Naruto’s voice boomed from outside, sounded slurred and wildly over-enthusiastic. "FINISH UP IN THERE! PEOPLE NEED COATS!"

Choji jumped slightly, looking at the cracks of light in the door. "Okay, wait. We need a story."

"A story?" Tenten asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! If we go out there and say we just stood here talking shit and NOT touching bits, Kiba is never going to let me hear the end of it," Choji said, his panic flaring back up. "And if we say we made out, it gets weird. We need a cover story. A solid baseline."

Tenten thought about it for two seconds, then nodded. "Fine. Mid."

Choji squinted. "Mid?"

"We tell them it was aggressively mid," Tenten explained, gesturing with her hand. "Not terrible enough to be funny, not good enough to be interesting. Just... 'Yeah, it was okay. 5 out of 10.' That way nobody asks follow-up questions."

Choji stared at her, genuinely impressed. "That's... actually brilliant. You're kind of a criminal mastermind."

"I have two older brothers, Choji. Managing expectations is a survival skill."

The doorknob rattled aggressively, and the door swung open. The bright, harsh yellow light of Naruto’s hallway flooded into the dark closet, blinding them both.

Kiba was leaning against the doorframe, grinning like a menace, holding a plastic cup. Naruto was right behind him, squinting into the closet with zero spatial awareness.

"ALRIGHT!" Kiba yelled. "Time's up! Did sparks fly or what?"

Choji stepped out first, adjusting his oversized hoodie with a slow, masterclass shrug. He rolled his shoulders and gave a lazy, uninterested sigh. "Eh. It was mid. 5 out of 10."

Tenten casually stepped out behind him, stepping right over a discarded soda can on the floor. "Yeah. Aggressively average. I've had better makeout sessions with my dentist."

Kiba’s grin instantly deflated into disappointment. "Aw, man. Really? That's boring."

"Devastating," Tenten deadpanned, already starting to walk down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Choji watched her go, turning back to Kiba with a solemn, theatrical nod. "We can't all be poetry in motion, Kiba."

As Tenten reached the archway to the kitchen, she paused for a second and glanced back over her shoulder at Choji. She gave him a small, sarcastic half-wave. "See you around, broom-closet."

"Yeah, yeah," Choji muttered, but a tiny smirk broke through his face as he watched her vanish into the crowd. "See you around."

----

Took some courage to post, but I did it!
This is the first chapter of an idea I had.

[If you missed Chapter 1, check my previous post!]

Suddenly, the air grew heavy.At the sound of the mysterious voice, everyone instantly snapped into high alert.Kakashi raised his hand, signaling the squad to halt.In a split second, the veins around Neji's eyes bulged as his byakugan flared to life. Ino and Sakura drew their kunai taking defensive stances, while Shikamaru shed his usual laziness, his posture instantly turning sharp and guarded.

"Sensei! It's not just one parson-there are five of them!" Neji called out urgently to kakashi.

Leaping frome behind the thick canopy of trees, five rogue shinobi in matching dark blue attire and strang unsettling masks landed before them.Amaya studied the enemy ninjas, a sharp dengerous smirk forming on her lips as she stepped forward.A single kunai spun effortlessly on her index finger.

"Konoha shinobi are usually praised for welcoming uninvited guests..."Amaya purred, her voice dripping with calm malice."...though our hospitality varies depending on the occasion."

One of the enemy shinobi's sitting atop a high branch chuckled darkly."Feisty girl.She'll fetch a fine price on the market."

before the sentence was fully out of his mouth, the enemy launched their attack.The battle erupted in an instant.The rest of Team 7 and their allies moved like a well-oiled machine-Naruto's Rasengan flared,Sakura and Ino moved in tigh taijutsu synchronization,Shikamaru's shadow darted across the ground and kakashi's Sharingan spun into focus.

Amaya, however, didn't wait.The kunai spinning on her finger snapped into her grip and in a single fluid motion, she hurled it straight toward the shinobi who had just made the filthy remark.The blade struck with lethal precision, embedding itself deep into his left eye.A blood-curdling scream echoed through the woods.Without giving him a second to breathe,Amaya closed the distance, darting past a desperate kunai swipe. She yanked off his mask and brutally ripped the blade out of his eye socket, driving it straight through his mouth and out the side of his jaw.Blood splattered across her face as his tougue was instantly severed.He collapsed to the ground, thrashing and choking on his own blood.Amaya knelt over him, her dark blue eyes cold devoid of any mercy.She placed the edge of her kunai against his remaining good eye.

"Where are the ANBU?Where is the stolen data?Who are you working for?" she demanded, her voice chillingly quiet.

The rogue ninja trembled violently. before him stood no innocent kunoichi but the very manifestation of death itself.

"WE... we're traffickers!"he sputtered through the blood in his mouth."We capture young,noble girls to sell in the black market of other hidden villages!the data is withus-we move from place to place!"

"Who has the data?"Amaya barked.

The terrified man darted his eyes toward one of his comrades.In a flash,Naruto charged forward and snatched the scroll from the fallen ninja's ponch.

"And the ANBU?" Naruto yelled.

"They're....they're locked in a cave north of the forest..."he whimpered.

Having extracted every piece of information she needed,Amaya loked down at the scume beneath her.Without a silver of hesitation,she plunged the kunai deep into his other eye,putting a permanent end to his breathing. "Appreciate the feistiness now,do you?"Amaya whispered with a cold,cruel smile."Im beautifull,but heartless to my enemies."

As the rogue shinobi went still in a pool of his own blood,the chaotic sounds of battle around them died down.Neji's Gentle Fist,Naruto's Rasengan,Shikamaru's Shadow Possession and the combined taijutsu of Ino and Sakura had completely neutralized the rest of the enemy force.

Sakura gasped,looking at the bloody scene before Amaya."Why did you have to kill him so ruthlessly?"

Amaya wiped a drop of blood off her cheek, her eyes unyielding."When someone harborns filthy, disgusting thoughts about you Sakura,you send them straight to where they belong.You can be rescued from a lock-up....but never from a coffin."

Sakura and Ino stood frozen in shock.Naruto and the other looked over,stunned by the sheer ruthlessness of Tsunade's younger sister.

Kakashi deactivated his Sharingan and stepped up beside Amaya.Hia face remained clam but his lone visible eye carried a heavy, solemn gaze.

"Giving the enemy no quarter is good tactical judgment..." Kakashi said softly."...but you didn't need to stain your hands with this much blood."

Amaya met Kakashi's gaze head-on, her expression hardened by the pride of her clan.

"A twisted mind deserves so mercy Sensei," she replied cooly."Senju women are never weak. we know exactly how much punishment to deal."

silence settled over the clearing.Nobody uttered another word.Naruto,Neji,Sakura and Shikamaru stepped over the fallen bodies, heading north toward the forest cave to rescue the injured ANBU, leaving Amaya,Ino and Kakashi standing in the lingering tension of the battlefield .

[End chapter 2]

So tell me if this is stupid. Basically my theory is that swift release is not an elemental release Kekkei Genkai. But instead it’s a physical Kekkei Genkai like Jugo’s ability to passively absorb natural energy, most likely some sort of augmentation to the brain and or the nerves. Part of the reason I think this is due to the fact that the only technique of swift release we’ve seen, “shadowless flight” seems very similar to the techniques Shisui uses by combining the Sharingan with the body flicker technique.

I’m trying to figure out if it’s worth writing a Naruto fanfic before jumping into my own novels.

Reddit hates line breaks, which means you'll have to read carefully to get the tone / pacing, or, imagine it yourself.

If you want the proper formatting, read up here:
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Naruto got home in the afternoon.

Sakura had told him she had a little surprise for him…

…which he could never see coming, but, typically meant trouble.

He saw two women his age, bound by the wrists and the ankles, gagged securely, tied up on his couch, struggling harshly against their restraints.

And Sakura was standing there, looking a little coy.

The one woman kind of looked like his sister, from another mister, and then the other one looked like if Sasuke himself had a…

…long lost…

…sister.

They were both pretty hot, solid looking…

…or they would be, if the whole thing weren’t so weird.

Naruto’s frown was unbroken.

“Sakura.”

“What is this?”

“I thooooought…

…my husband should have something…

…a little…

…scrumptious…

…this afternoon.”

Sakura looked mischievous as ever, not relenting, looking him in the eye.

Naruto was about to say it was all ridiculous and unrighteous, then Sakura eyes just said…

…give it a chance.

The struggling “women” settled for the briefest several seconds, glancing toward him, their demeanor shifting ever so subtly for a flash, oddly enough, as if trying to tell him Sakura has some strange… good?

Good purpose in all this?

They were probably clones using a transformation jutsu.

Probably.

Sakura speaks after a meaningful pause.

“Honey, I worked reeeeeeally hard on this.”

Naruto just stood silently, glaring, frown unbroken.

“Just tell me…

…we don’t have two…

…war hostages here.”

Sakura just kept looking at him.

“I promise, we don’t.”

He looked over the two women struggling persistently against their bonds.

They both looked pretty angry, and, pretty hot, or, attractive, beautiful, etc…

…honestly.

“Those are two clones I made.”

She puts her fists on her hips, huffing just a hair.

“You make it look easy…

…but…

…it’s not.”

I had to practice pretty hard.”

“I’ll introduce you.

This one is Naruha.

She’s runaway wife number one.”

It was clear now.

His wife wanted him to have an afternoon with a bit of a domination harem fantasy…

…or…

…something like that.

He would have to shut this down pretty quick before Sakura’s wry side came out…

…even though, she was always very self-controlled about it…

…unless…

…it turned out…

…not to be…

…stupid.

Sakura stands over the woman, looking down partially because she is proud of her achievement, partially because of the special plans of torment that she has.

The clone really does look a bit like a hot, girl cousin of Naruto that probably isn’t actually related to him, at all.

“She does look a lot like you, but it’s really just a coincidence.

She’s a sister from another mister, and, just so happens to have my husband’s good looks, in female form.”

Naruha seemed to struggle even harder at the restraints, sensing Sakura had it in for her, or perhaps, the clone was just half purposely acting, half method-acting.

It was of no avail.

“And this one…

…is Sasuda.”

She seemed to struggle harder at the restraints too, sensing Sakura had something quite unpleasant on the way for her as well.

“Call her runaway wife number two.

We’ll pretend she’s Sasuke’s really hot, disagreeable sister that you also married a long time ago.”

Naruto kept frowning.

Sakura shifted to concern, slightly.

“Naruto?

They’re clones.

I promise.”

He looked both Naruha and Sasuda in the eyes.

Naruha softened her expression for just a moment, and then, sighed just a little, a very Naruto sigh, and winked.

I guess Naruha was actually reluctant to break character, genuine as it was.

That was definitely “Sakura” under there, with Naruto’s temperament on top.

Then Sasuda went expressionless deadpan for a second, and rolled her eyes, before fluttering them a bit, to show Naruto “Sakura” was there too, and, to not be a stubborn idiot about this whole thing.

Definitely Sasuke’s sister’s temperament, if he had a sister, with his real wife underneath.

Sakura wasn’t kidding.

“Nooooooooow…

…as the ‘primary’ wife…

…its my joooooooob…

…to ‘discipline’…

…the bad ones**.**”

Sakura seemed to especially linger on the last few words of that sentence.

The clones stopped and both looked at him again now, slightly annoyed / impatient deadpan, and Sakura did too.

As if to say, just suffer through it.

You’ll like it if you watch the whole ”show”.

Sakura’s face caught Naruto’s remaining if not subtle incredulousness with a look that said “If God doesn’t like this, I’ll explain it to Him.”

Naruto sighed just a hair, and found a comfortable way to stand.

It was ridiculous, but, it probably would be pretty hot.

Probably.

Sakura turned toward Naruha, with a look that couldn’t mean anything good, for Naruha.

“Hey there Naaaruuuuuuuuhaaaa…

…long time…

…no see.”

Naruha kept struggling against the restraints, glaring.

“You didn’t want to see your husband for a while…

…so I’m going to make you look at something else you don’t want to see.”

Sakura pulled off her top, and then, her pink bra.

Her breasts looked pretty big today, and beautiful.

The large boobs were just right, and the nipples were anything but tiny, but not at all oversized.

Naruha tried to shift her face away, but Sakura kept stepping to stay in her field of view.

“What, you don’t like mine*?”*

“Alright…

…let’s see yours then.”

Sakura slowly and ominously stepped closer to Naruha.

Naruha struggled and struggled, as if she might finally loose her wrists.

She didn’t.

Sakura put her hand to the end of a strip on the side of Naruha’s writhing body, and slowly started to peel away…

…Naruha unable to do anything about it.

The thick, long strips covering her upper torso slowly wound away by Sakura, Naruha still unable to do anything about it no matter how much she writhed or glared, while trying not to look Sakura in the eye or at his “primary” wife’s…

...ehm…

…chest…

…in between scowling at the pink-haired kunoichi.

About a minute later, the wrapping was entirely gone, Sakura having continued with smooth, slow, circular motion around her.

The Naruto-look-alike clone’s breasts could feel the bare air now.

Sakura looked them over.

“Not bad…”

A slight pause.

“But mine are better…”

Sakura pretended to relish that just enough…

…or, maybe she didn’t…

…motionless just a few feet from Naruha, purposefully in a held lean just a bit toward the sister-from-another-mister.

Naruha just glared at Sakura now, looking her in the eye without turning away.

“Its been suuuuuuuch a long time since anyone’s touched them I bet…”

The clone continued to glare at Sakura.

“Well, unless you’ve been…

…unfaithful.”

That hung in the air a bit too.

Sakura hesitated just enough.

 

“I know…

…why don’t…

…I…”

Sakura’s eyes didn’t move, as they continued to look the clone in the eyes.

“…warm them up a little for you?”

Sakura slowly charged some medical chakra on her right hand.

Naruto could tell by the aura of the chakra, that it was a bit of a “burning” hot sensation that it would invoke.

Sakura slowly moved her hand towards the clone’s left breast…

…an inevitability.

“Naruha” tried to turn away, twisting and writhing as much as she could, but of course, it was futile.

The fingers slowly rested against the breast despite the shifting position, and “Naruha” moaned beneath the tight, effective gag, partly in discomfort, partly in sheer indignance.

Sakura just slowly guided her hand against the breast, no matter how it shifted, maintaining the chakra.

Then, she slowly increased the intensity.

And reached toward the other breast.

Naruha continued to writhe and shift, the frequency of grunting and moaning increasing.

Sakura hesitated a bit, as if trying to decide to do a little flourish, perhaps, a “pinch”.

Instead, the ‘primary’ wife looked toward Naruha’s orange, thick, jumpsuit-like bottoms.

They were in the shape of panties, but, a bit thicker in terms of material.

“Of course…

…I can’t just leave you chilly…”

Sakura really leaned into the sultryness now.

“**…*****down there.***”

Another slight pause, and they both broke character, for just a second, Naruha still glaring, and Sakura still quite… sultry looking…

…but they both looked toward Naruto.

His frown but unmoving gaze just said…

…don’t stop.

They both went back into the moment, without missing a beat.

Sakura slowly put her hands onto the left and right side of the waist of the bottoms, then pulled toward herself and downward, in a consistent, uniform motion, Naruha’s writhing unable to prevent the slowly manifesting “violation”.

Slowly her um, goods, were revealed.

A nice firm mound.

The “panties” were down past her knees now.

“Still not as nice as mine…

…but…

…not bad.”

Sakura tugged at the side of the “waist” of the panties, and tugged, and tugged just a little more, until finally, even the thick material couldn’t hold and just, snapped, from the other side.

The pink-haired kunoichi then reached for a pair of medium scissors next to the couch, and finished off the other side of the waist with one, clean, snip.

Sakura just held the “panties” in the air for a moment, looking them over, then tossed them a few feet away as if they were simply irrelevant, not even looking in the direction they traveled briefly through the air, her eyes still on the “prize”.

Sakura slowly charged up the chakra on her hand, even more.

“Let’s see…

…if you’re girl…

…can…

…take the heat.”

The chakra in Sakura’s hand sizzled more and more.

The hand slowly moved closer and closer.

Naruha writhed and writhed and writhed, grunting louder and louder in protest.

The hand just moved closer and closer.

Finally, it touched the surface, pausing for a moment.

Naruha moaned in protest with an increased intensity.

And then…

…it went in.

Sakura thrusted, then thrusted a little more…

…until she had a steady motion.

Naruha groaned and groaned, louder and louder in protest, until she was gritting her teeth, every breath a huff of pure irritation.

Sakura held her hand inside for a moment.

“There it is”.

Maybe it was “Naruha’s” G-spot, or her clitoris, or her cervix.

It didn’t matter.

Sakura shifted her hand subtly but suddenly, with a little twitch, firmly holding the pressure in place, Naruha’s breath catching completely, squinting in absolute annoyance and disbelief.

The fluid slowly choked out, in a few embattled spurts, Naruha tensing silently and involuntarily.

Naruha was breathing heavy.

She seemed to be noticeably tired.

Sakura’s unbroken gaze seemed to only say…

Now…

…have you learned your “lesson”?

Sakura just kept looking at Naruha, until the clone’s labored breathing seemed to settle into a slight stupor, the writhing giving way to a light wornness finally.

The ‘primary’ wife must have been enjoying every second of this.

But, she didn’t betray the mood for a second.

Now, she shifted toward Sasuda**.**

The hesitation was deliberate, and, tantalizing.

“What should we do with you…

…for the big finale?”

“Sasuda” writhed some more, perhaps thinking that, even if she couldn’t escape, she could perhaps make the “show” less enjoyable for her “assailants”.

Sakura slowly reached toward the strips covering Sasuda’s chest now…

…the same inevitable trajectory of her hand moving towards the clone’s upper body…

…this time though, Sakura kept her hand charged with chakra.

She gently stuck two fingers over the edge of the strips, and pulled down in a non-purposeful smooth motion, the strips slowly but consistently splitting in half along the way, until they fell to the couch, now leaving Sasuda’s chest completely uncovered as well.

Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again, this time, pausing…

…out of…

…respect?

The silence filled the air.

“Woooooooooow…

…I might actually have some…”

Sakura just let her words hang in the air.

“…competition.”

The tone was very deliberate.

Sasuda glared even harder than Naruha did at the pink-haired kunoichi, refusing to give the satisfaction of looking down and…

…comparing, even for a millisecond.

“You’ve been keeping these from my husband?”

“Our husband?”

Another pause.

 

“How selfish.”

That stuck.

Sasuda’s breasts were even hotter than Naruha’s.

In fact, they even gave Sakura’s a run for their money, big and beautiful as Sakura’s fauns were.

Well, for a second at least.

They were…

…unique.

Naruto really only had eyes for Sakura, but, he had to admit, he actually was enjoying all this.

Sasuda’s breasts were very…

...ehm…

…firm looking, and, a just a hair fuller and more solid, for their relative shape, a little smaller than Sakura’s and shaped differently than Naruha’s.

Sakura seemed to take note, as if, to make sure her husband did.

“Now…

…let’s give them plenty of exercise*.”*

Sakura charged up the chakra in her hand even more.

Sasuda just glared.

Sakura reached toward the left breast, and started with a slight tickle-like motion, with her pointer finger, fondling the breast ever so slightly, as if to torment the dark-haired clone.

Slowly, she added more fingers, Sasuda tensing slightly more and more, as the sensation increased.

Finally, Sakura charged up and added her other hand, both working a full-on grope of Sasuda’s chest.

The dark-haired clone writhed and shifted, fighting the motion as little as she could, but of course, Sakura was unphased, her hands steady and unbroken, to the subtle and serious discomfort of the “clone”.

The groping increased in intensity, ever so slightly, more and more…

…until Sakura finally started flicking Sasuda’s left breast deliberately, at the nipple, a nonchalant yet devastatingly precise “attack”.

Then, she added in her left hand for the right breast, alternating at just a slow enough speed to maximize the annoyance, sensation, and humiliation, Sasuda grunting just a little here and there when caught off guard by the discomfort and stimulation of it.

Sakura seemed to stop the flicking slowly, just looking at Sasuda.

Then, suddenly, she pinched both of the clone’s nipples at the same time, hard.

That got quite a grunt, and a scowl to match.

“Nope…

…not as…

…’tasty’...

...as mine.”

That was Sakura’s assessment.

Sasuda still refused to look down at…

…Sakura’s.

And the pink-haired kunoichi considered straightening for half a second, to force the clone to get a closer look, but, decided it was unnecessary.

Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again.

“Now, for that…

…finale*.”*

She reached toward’s Sasuda’s white, slightly dark-toned panties, the material thick, but flexible and breathable enough looking.

The clone’s mound couldn’t be hidden, despite generous covering and support by the front of the bottoms.

Sakura flicked it, prodded, and tested it, just a little.

The give and the consistency of the mound, especially at the crotch, seemed quite insolvent.

“Mmmm…

…nice and fiiiiiiiiiiiiirm…

…really biiiiiig…

…deep…

...firm..."

Sakura grinned slightly, in guaranteed victory.

“Impenetrable.”

But not for long.

The fate of the most stubborn if not intimate part of Sasuda’s body became clear.

“I wonder what it looks like…

…exposed?”

Sakura tugged at the right side of the panties, pulling further and further.

A loud “snap”.

And then, came the left side.

And even louder “snap”.

Then the panties were quickly pulled under and whisked away via the rear, Sakura tossing them with quite the flick, perhaps all the way across the room or even, out the window.

The mound was bare and completely vulnerable, yet, unyielding.

Sasuda continued to glare.

“Oooooh….

….delicious.”

“The panties weren’t lying.”

Sakura’s gaze just said…

…even Naruto’s ‘frontman’ might have a tough time here.

I’m going…

…to have to…

*…*bring out the big guns.

Sakura slowly charged up more and more chakra in her hand.

Sasuda didn’t flinch at first, and then, finally…

…the clone truly understood what was coming.

Or at least, acted like it.

She started to writhe and grunt desperately, anything, anything…

…anything at all…

…to escape what was headed her way.

It was to no avail, just like with Naruha, even though, this was worse.

Sakura’s hand advanced, and then, made contact.

She applied pressure, steadily, more and more…

…the clone writhing her whole body and her crotch as much as she could, the intense warmth and chill tingling and tantalizing, no, torturous.

Finally, the mound “gave”, and Sakura’s four fingers, a line, penetrated.

Sasuda couldn’t stop groaning and writhing in protest.

“MMM.”

“MMM.”

That was what it sounded like, and what her eyes practically hissed in a combination of sheer irritation and grating sensation.

And the clones’ glare was unmistakably… Sasuke.

In a world where he did have a sister.

Sakura just continued her steady, unstoppable rhythm.

Slow, deliberate, hard thrusts.

As if she were the certainty of despair.

It continued for about a minute, Sakura unrelenting, occasionally alternating her two thumbs in deep presses.

Sasuda was completely taken by it, powerless to do a thing.

Sakura slowly and deliberately pushed her thumbs back in, for one final set of…

…three…

…devastations.

The final push being the deepest, Sakura holding in, the pressure hard, deep, and unforgiving, her almost grin and gaze unbroken, Sasuda grunting hard, her breath stopping.

But then, out of nowhere, a final, sharp, thrust.

!

Sasuda let out the loudest, curtest, acutest grunt of the whole “session”.

“MM!”

Her eyes might’ve been wide, if they weren’t in the sharpest of glares.

Her breathing was completely stalled.

Her whole body shook disjointedly with uneven, broken tension.

Sakura’s right hand had twisted, those four fingers in a line again…

...no, a wall, at this point, that had dug in…

…hard.

The fingers weren’t quite visible, deep inside, but implied, and held firmly in place now.

Slowly, a spurt came out.

Then another.

And another.

Then a wave.

Another wave.

And then one, long, continuous, flow, Sasuda barely able to breathe from the capture, tension, and complete destruction of Sakura’s onslaught.

It must’ve lasted a whole minute, until the last remnants of fluid had seeped out, as Sasuda’s breathing finally became partly normal…

…after about another minute, her collapsing into near-lucidity, slowly settling into the couch structure behind her, finished off, from the total climax and calculated, masterful, long-form discomfort.

Naruto was dead silent.

A long pause passed, and the stillness in the air solidified.

“Sakura.”

His real wife didn’t move, her Mona Lisa smile unbroken.

“That was…”

The air was thick.

“…really…”

Very thick.

“…really…”

Thick as lead.

“…really…”

Sakura was still almost motionless.

“…hot.”

Another minute seemed to pass.

Sakura finally looked back at him, then toward the dazed clones.

She gave him a look that said…

Don’t worry, I’m not suddenly given over to some weird, gross desire for female bodies…

…thank God.

I got this all together for you honey.

“You gave me a pretty good show.”

“We try.”

Sakura kept gazing at him.

“I try.”

She imperceptibly relaxed some of the chakra maintaining the clones’ forms.

“You know…

…I can’t keep this up all day.”

Sakura smiled just a hair more.

“I want you to get a turn too.”

I mean, it is for you, after all.

“Fine.”

Naruto examined Naruha’s breasts a little bit, the clone not quite awake.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

He reached into her courtyard a bit, felt around, pinched and pressed her ass for a bit, before returning to the main attraction, then inserted, thrusting until the clone came again, breaths coming out in awfully Naruto-if-he-were-a-very-irritable-no-nonsense-woman-like huffs at regular intervals.

A good ten seconds passed, and then the clone dissipated in a puff of smoke, Sakura anticipating but still not quite ready for the sudden flood of the sensation the clone had experienced.

Then, Naruto looked over at the Sasuke’s ehm… sister.

Even basically having passed out from the pleasure meets subtle torture, the clone’s unyielding expression seemed to say…

…finish the job…

…loser.

Very Sasuke.

If he had an honestly pretty hot sister.

Naruto examined the consistency of the breasts a bit, deeming them Grade A.

And then, he reached inside the “courtyard”, pushing hard to penetrate the firm, tight, large opening, testing and feeling generously to satisfaction.

He stopped to feel her ass too, realizing the opportunity might be gone shortly, and then returned to his “work”.

He half-glanced at Sakura…

…almost as perfect as you…

…on a bad day…

…and…

…quite unique.

He inserted, with a bit of another thrust.

Then thrusted, and thrusted, until Sasuda came, finally.

Not quite as completely as what Sakura had achieved, but, enough.

After a long minute and ten seconds, the clone finally dissipated in a big puff.

Sakura was completely overcome this time, for about ten seconds herself, suddenly forced back on her arms, gasping hard, steadily, eyes animated.

“Hoooh.”

“I outdid myself there…

…and you were no slouch either.”

Naruto hesitated a bit, still frowning, breathing just a hair.

“I try.”

“The tingling fingers…

…are really…

…really…

…really…

…something…”

“Extremely uncomfortable.

Exactly as intended.”

Sakura was finally catching her breath.

“But honestly…

…nothing…

…is like…

…your penis…”

Like…

…you.

Her breath finally slowed.

She looked up at him, a little coy, still breathing at a steady but more relaxed pace.

“…what?”

It came out between the breaths.

“I don’t…

…get…

…the last…

…blow?”

“I might…

…get…

…full…

…of…

…myself.”

Again, a pause.

“If you…

…let…

…me…

…you know…”

Naruto frowned.

She just smiled.

As if to say, please.

And also, I just…

…want my husband.

The normal, true way.

And, I want him…

…to have me.

“They really…

…pulled out…

…all the stops.”

Naruto kept frowning.

Softening imperceptibly.

“They did.”

Another pause.

“You did.”

“If…

…you see them…

…again…"

The sound of the breathing settled into the room.

"…you’ll have to…

…let them…

…know…”

Sakura’s breathing was still long, but almost completely calm, steady now.

Naruto just stood there.

“I will.”

He looked at her, finally catching her breath.

His beautiful wife.

His wonderful wife.

Sakura was just as hot as any clone or harem…

…and she was his, truly.

That made her even hotter.

She was beautiful…

…very beautiful…

…stunningly beautiful…

…on the outside…

…and…

…the inside.

“Nobody got…

…hurt…

…right?”

She leaned on her arms just a tad.

“No.”

Naruto paused again.

“It was just…”

She looked up at him…

…and her expression said…

…intense…

…finishing the sentence for him.

Clones, especially for…

…hours…

…with…

…hot…

…real bodies…

…unique…

…temperaments…

…wasn’t easy.

Especially for anyone that didn’t have Naruto’s chakra reserves.

Even skilled Johnin normally got a bit winded, at least a little, from that kind of thing.

And she did…

…all that…

…planned it…

…probably really did practice…

…everything…

…for him.

Typical Sakura.

His Sakura.

It’s not like those breasts would touch themselves…

…or the heart beneath them…

…shouldn’t feel love.

 

 

   

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Also, low-key, the theme here isn't "porn" or erotica.

Its something else entirely, which I think is pretty obvious.

Okay so in the Seal/Sewer in Naruto's head...what else is in there? Because if naruto can access his own Chakra in there like fixing a physical Pipe imagine him using actual plumbing knowledge or something to fix his chakra flow or exploring the mindscape for something like dormant abilities?

Like a big golden Heart that when he pumps chakra into it he starts gaining Kairn's Healing Bite or manifesting chains.

Like imagine Naruto spending more time in there due to his isolation.

I remember that Naruto has fox summons. He also ends up in some village in the beginning where he meets a boy with a missing finger. The boy used to be able to use a boy but gave it up after he lost his finger. i think the boy also gets kidnapped and Naruto saves him. I’m not sure if it’s a deleted doc or what but I have SCOURED ao3 and have found nothing. Please help Thank you.

I know that you need to transplant another mangekyo to get the EMS but could an uchiha transplant a non mangekyo sharingan from someone else and then be able to turn it off? What is it that makes it so a sharingan transplanted into a non uchiha is always on, are they missing some biological mechanism that would enable them to control it? And if so then could an uchiha therefore control a transplanted sharingan and be able to deactivate it?

I’d much prefer complete, but ongoing is fine too. No abandoned fics though. Also preferably not rinnegan though as long as the plot and power scaling are good then it’s fine.

Like the title says, please recommend me a Naruto crossover where Naruto himself goes to another world. I know there are plenty of stories like that and I’ve read quite a bit of them but like 99.99% of them have been Harem, ooc Naruto slop. It takes too long to read through so many fics just in hope of finding one that’s good. If y’all know a few good ones, please recommend them. I want ones that are actually well written and where the author develops the characters. I’d rather it be a single pairing since I hate harems.

Someone know some good fun comic

What are your guys unique Kekkei Genkai ideas?

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Tenten: Do I have what?

Naruto: Stakes.

Tenten: No, why would I sell stakes. Why would you need one, what the hell happened to you?

Naruto was shirtless and covered in cuts and bruises, from his face to all over his back and chest.

Naruto: Ino. She had me trapped in her clan compound. I had to escape. she tried to bite me and drink my blood.

Tenten: Ino had you trapped. Really, Naruto. Stop with the prank. Normally, I would be all in for one of your pranks, but you're driving away my customers.

Naruto slammed his hands on the counter.

Naruto: This isn't a prank. I'm serious, Ino is a vampire.

Tenten rolled her eyes.

Tenten: Didn't you say last week that Kiba was a werewolf. You haven't been sleeping again, have you.

Naruto: We still don't have proof that he's not, but that's beside the point. Look at me. All of this is real.

He pointed to all the cuts and bruises on his body.

The door to the weapon shop opened.

Ino: There you are, Naruto. Why did you jump out the window during our session, you're hurt let me help you.

Naruto screamed and backed up against the wall.

Naruto: Get away from me, you seductress, bloodsucker. Get away.

Ino walked slowly toward him and stopped at the counter.

Ino: Naruto, I'm not trying to hurt you.

She took a step closer.

Naruto: No, no, no, you tried to bite me during our session. You locked the door so I couldn't escape.

Ino: You were having a panic attack. I was trying to comfort you. You weren't locked in. All you had to do was unlock the door.

She took another step forward.

Naruto looked like he wanted to bust a hole in the wall to escape.

Ino: Naruto, remember why the Hokage recommended that you see me. You've been through a lot this year, with Jiraiya's death, figuring out who your parents are, the war.

She took another step closer.

Naruto looked around and spotted a cross. He ripped it off the wall and held it up toward Ino.

Tenten: Naruto, try not to break things in my store.

Naruto: Back, get back. Get away from me.

Naruto was holding a cross in one hand and a kunai, which he had pulled from the wall, in the other.

Tenten looked ready to jump Naruto, but Ino put her hand up to stop her.

Ino: Naruto, you don't have to fight anymore. With everything that's happened over the past few years, you're used to battle after battle, fight after fight. You're looking for something to fight. You don't have to fight anymore.

Ino took another few steps.

Naruto: Please, just stop.

Ino: Naruto, if I were a vampire, could I walk out in the sun.

Naruto: Well, no. It could be your makeup that allows you to walk in the sun. You wear a lot of it.

Ino laughed.

Ino: Okay, I do wear a lot of makeup, but could I be this close to you if you were holding a cross?

Ino slowly reached out her hand and touched the cross.

Ino: See. I'm okay.

Naruto: Can I see your hand. Let me see your hand.

Ino showed him her hand. There were no burns, no cuts, nothing.

Ino: Also, I don't think I could drink your blood.

Opening her mouth, she showed Naruto her teeth.

Ino: See, all normal. Now, please give me the cross and the kunai. We can continue our session. We can go get some ramen first if you want, and if it makes you more comfortable, we can continue at your apartment.

Naruto hesitantly handed the kunai and cross to Ino, who, in turn, placed them on the counter in front of Tenten.

Ino: Sorry about all this, Tenten.

Ino held her hand out to Naruto, who took it without issue.

Naruto: I'm very sorry, Tenten. I'll take you out for ramen sometime, if your forgive me.

Tenten: Take me out for some barbecue and buy a weapon or two, and I'll forgive you.

Naruto: Deal.

Naruto: Ino, I think we should go to my apartment first to get a shirt before we go get ramen.

Ino: It'll be fine. Ichiraku is used to you being well you , and I don't think Ayame would mind, either, besides i can't go to your apartment.

Naruto: Why's that?

Ino: You've never invited me in before.

She and Naruto shared a laugh.

Naruto: Well, in that case, you're welcome anytime.

Ino: Why, thank you, what a gentleman. You're also welcome at my home whenever you need someone to talk to.

Naruto: Thanks, Ino. Sorry about before, and I'll pay for the damage to your window.

Ino: It's fine, though you are the first person to threaten me with a cross, and don't worry about the window.

Naruto: Again, I'm sorry. I'm not sure where I get all these ideas from.

As they were leaving the weapon shop, Ino noticed a cut on Naruto's back that hadn't healed yet. There was still blood. She quickly swiped her finger across the cut, collecting a good amount of blood, and promptly placed her finger in her mouth, tasting Naruto's sweet, liquid gold, addicting blood.