Post by lostandtorn616 on May 2, 2007 4:53:29 GMT -5
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Kisame would be in Maria-chan’s fishbowl, and Itachi would be Lisa-chan’s to molest and to rape while watching the hot man love from other sexy men, eating a bag of theater-style popcorn, and video taping it for further use! Yeah! Oh, and I would be preoccupied with trying not to get on Gaara-sama’s bad side. Ever. XD
Things You Should Know
Yes, it’s happened... well, not in the manga or the show as far as I’m aware of, but in this story Gaara, Kisame, and Itachi are all DEAD, ya hear me?! But a “higher force” decided to lend a hand, and rather then cart them off to Heaven or to Hell (or to Purgatory to repent for certain things), “they” made them all wandering spirits, or ghosts if you want to refer to them as such.
There will be other pairings in this story too; however, the ones mentioned in the link for this are the main ones. *Nods* So, in simpler terms, other Naruto characters will be put in this; like Hinata, my favorite female! *Hugs Hinata* She, like Gaara and co., is dead, but she and the others, soon-to-be-mentioned, will have hosts too; but they’ll most likely be male for the female spirits, and vice-versa. And, what’s this? *Le gasp of DOOM* Possibility of YAOI!?
What’s that? Have I finally lost it, you ask?
... Perhaps.
Anywho, point is they can only be seen by certain people; people whom have been selected as their host by “them”, and once “they” have done said choosing of whomever “they” deem worthy, whoever the host’s ‘alter ego’ is, he or she will protect their host (willingly or not), whether that person is a male or female; this process will take place a day after they are born, but the hosts won’t hear, see, or sense them until they get to be three to seven years old.
If you wanna know how this came to be, you’ll have to wait and see until the true plot unfolds; it will be revealed later on how their deaths came to pass. *Nods* Of course, that’s assuming that I don’t come up with a lame-ass attempt to fool you all into believing I haven’t actually thought this through in a thorough manner, and I can assure you I have up to chapter eight figured out (God knows what number that part will be, Part 15 or Part 16 at the least). So there! *Blows a loud raspberry*
“Talking”
Thinking to oneself
--Shukaku’s Mental Communication with Gaara--
-Gaara’s Mental Communication with Shukaku-
Emphasis
Shouting
~~~~Dream Sequence~~~~
/Sharon-Gaara Mental Communication/
Gaara-Sharon Mental Communication
//Lisa-Itachi Mental Communication//
(//Itachi-Lisa Mental Communication//)
(/-Maria-Kisame Mental Communication-/)
(/--Kisame-Maria Mental Communication--/)
“Do you sense it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So... He has returned.”
“Yes, but half of his soul is lost, while the other is a bottomless, apathetic pit of bitter hatred, and at his age; his abilities are second-to-none, and he possesses a power that rivals the strongest of shinobi; he is cold, calculating, and without a doubt extremely devious.”
“Hyuga-sama, are you sure this will work to the fullest extent?”
“She brings up a valid point, Hyuga-san. What of the mortal host we have selected for him?”
“The human vessel we have chosen for him to occupy is only a day old, far too frail and lacking sufficient spiritual enlightenment to commence with this, especially in her condition.”
“Given his own conditions, that is why its powers have laid dormant within him even after many centuries, why he, himself, has been confined to this plane of existence for so long.”
“And what remnants of his soul that remains captured in its husk... is buried deep down within his subconscious.”
“The ritual will not prove to be a full success...”
“Unless... He were to give his thorough consent to the binding ceremony...”
“He is mentally unbalanced, but he is not a fool; his insight is keen, and will act suspiciously if he senses foul play.”
“He will demand answers...”
“If only there was a way to counteract to his implications, to make him think we do not wish to double-cross him...”
“... I know of such a matter to go about this; though, it will be a costly error on our part if even the simplest miscalculation is made.”
“Just what are you implying?”
“It is nothing too complicated. We must acquire his own soul as well, infuse it with his mortal host; merge them to become one, each living solely dependable on the other. If his host dies before her lifetime expands naturally, then he will be condemned to the Otherworld, as I have told you two before; he will be forced to rely on her well-being in order to assure himself of his survival, he will keep a constant surveillance on her health and watch over her.”
“He is suitable for her, a guardian of sorts; an angel who promises nothing but Death unto any person who threatens her existence.”
“To endanger her life, to persecute her for it, would be nothing short of imprudence; to end her life would mean to end his.”
“He would be free to mindlessly kill anyone, whomever he wished, if it meant that his longevity were never to be cut drastically short.”
“Yes, it’s perfect; almost too perfect.”
“You’re not talking about an act of sheer condolence, you’re talking about a forced, systematic rite of passage. You are not thinking twice in regards to the mental and, possibly, emotional harm he will wrought upon anyone who matters in her future life before he kills them. If he so desires, he could do the same to her; you’re allowing him to have an next-to-impenetrable-bypass access to the modern world. It’s crazy.”
“Perhaps, but we have no other choice.”
“But... but, Hyuga-sama, that will take time.”
“Time is of the essence; time is what we need, but do not have.”
“Are you suggesting that we...?”
“Yes.”
“... What do you wish of us?”
“Bring him in. With or without his consent, the rite of containing will be performed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“At once, Hyuga-sama.”
“Sabaku no Gaara, as punishment for the atrocities you have committed during the course of your existence, you are hereby sentenced to live out your remaining lifetimes in the Otherworld in seclusion. The charges are as follows...”
Sabaku no Gaara, formerly known as Suna no Akki (1), looked on at the trio of prodigy spiritualists consisting of two men and a lone woman, an eerie, impassive glare eternally crafted unto his pale features; each were cloaked in robes constructed from the silkiest materials, radiating the darkest, most baneful hues of red, gold, indigo, and black imaginable; clothing which sucked away virtually any and all source of light.
Although the tiny slits of darkness casted an luminous shadow over their faces, he could easily distinguish the woman’s indigo-bleach sights were tranquil, shining with a motherly light, soothing, whilst the two men possessed those very startling hypnotic lilac-white eyes that blazed with a cold, ingenious fury; much like his own eyes silently narrowing into feline crevices, lips pursed so tight-knit together only a thin, nearly invisible, line showed any evidence of his dormant rage.
He blinked slowly – dark eyelids fastening completely shut over his pale sea-green sights for a moment before reopening. His brain quickly processing the apparent fact that the cloaked incorporeal beings were long-deceased ancestors of the legendary Hyuga clan; possibly one of the only families in Konohagakure that held a main household and branch counterparts.
This particular family possessed the unsurpassed abilities of the Byakugan and the Gentle Fist Style (2), both were a force to be reckoned with, a distinct, potent combination that permitted the user of the Byakugan to not only detect any threat within a certain range of distance, but also to damage the chakra system by directly attacking the chakra points, if sufficiently developed; of course, if such became the case, it would leave the opponent in a condition in which they couldn’t control their chakra flow, or perform techniques which required it, and were the Byakugan user talented enough, he or she could take the life of their adversary with one blow.
Gaara pursed his lips taut, glaring with a seething, undeniable furore, gritting his canines against his incisors as the insentient pangs of physical anguish nipped away slowly at his wrists and ankles, bound and restricted from virtually any movement say for the few precious centimeters they had given him the privilege of having; glistening bands shaded an abyss black in color throbbed excitedly occasionally, cutting inch after mind-racking inch into his deathly pallid skin if he dared to budge from his current position.
The accursed restraints – appearing a bit unnecessary and faulty at firsthand – were in fact required to not only cut off his chakra supply but also to cut off his access to Shukaku’s chakra as well, and thus rendering him fully vulnerable because his sand – his means of an impeccable offense and defense that was virtually unstoppable – could only brew in silent anger within the confinements of the gourd strapped securely to his back.
Despite this rather unfortunate mishap, he wasn’t blind, nor was he unintelligent, not in the least; he could tell something was amiss, but what that something was he didn’t know for certain; if later he discovered he was brought here, in the ru-mu kaigi (3), for a reason other than to be sentenced to spend eternity to rot in another plane of existence, he would feel more than just keen, inclined, on performing his infamous Sabaku Sôsô (4) upon his return.
“... lastly, for the failed attempt of the destruction of Konohagakure, as well as counting the numerous accusations against you for slaughtering – forgive me for saying so – innocent civilians and also any shinobi who crossed paths with you.” He stated firmly in a matter-of-fact, monotone voice, his pale visage set deep like stone; yet the faintest hints of a scowl made itself known, creasing unto his complexion.
“H-Hyuga-sama...” The lone female stated in a shy tone, shifting her timid glance to her left, gaining a sudden interest in the fashion of which she nervously wrung her hands, twiddling her thumbs, and a faint, embarrassed rosy hue flared her cheeks. “I-if I may interlude f-for a moment...”
Only a silent nod was his response.
“Kazekage-sama... Prior to your arrival, we discussed an alternative, should the sentence already passed to you not be to your liking; rather than for you to be condemned to the Otherworld, there is a way for you to be converted into a contract of guardianship.” She paused, briefly glancing over the fifth Kazekage’s face, searching for any emotion; mental shivers wrecked her body seeing his impassive glare didn’t falter in the least; it only strengthened, if anything.
“I would choose oblivion over guarding a puerile human...” He snapped, a maddening smile curling his lips in the way a savage, bloodthirsty Cerberus would setting its sights on a gruesome meal, wishing to devour it hungrily whilst snapping the bones against the insides of its jaws, spittle dotting his canines, making them glisten; it was that same grin many of his unfortunate victims had seen, and the last sight their horror-stricken eyes would behold mere seconds before he ruthlessly butchered them.
“Surely you don’t wish for eternal damnation, Kazekage-sama?”
“...”
“We have no time to waste with your mind games, Gaara-sama, as we have other matters which require tending to.”
“... Yes...”
“Yes...? Yes as in you agree that we have a strict schedule to uphold, or yes as in you are giving us your fullest and deepest consent to the guardianship contract?”
“The second...”
“... I see. Very well then. Hatake Kakashi. Uzumaki Naruto.”
“You called, Hyuga-san?” A man brandishing the physical appearance not a day past his early thirties idly glanced up from an orange-colored book, wisps of gray smoke billowed softly off his clothes like mist rolling off the bank of a river on a chilly autumn morning; a bored look crossed his masked features as a lone eye stared Gaara down, the other unseen eye covered from his headband, signifying he was from Konohagakure.
From the way it curved, and the ominous glint the abyss-colored pupil had suddenly attained, the man – Hatake Kakashi, he’d heard the former Hyuga Lord calling him that, if he was not mistaken – was frowning.
“...” Gaara could only blink, in pure perplexity: how was it possible that the blonde-haired, cerulean-eyed young man standing before him matured from that embarrassment of a twelve year old pranking, mischievous child in less than three centuries?
He had long discarded that abomination of an orange jumpsuit, yet the black clothing underneath the jumpsuit still possessed a few sentimental values to the boy – no, man, he mentally corrected himself – and had fashioned an outfit holding no specific resemblance; added onto that were the goggles slapped onto his brow, and the same headband Kakashi wore.
From where he was standing, the fifth Kazekage could easily distinguish the varsity of whiskers companying his cheekbones and the man displayed inhuman, aggressive canines when a cheerful grin etched into his face; obviously the Kyuubi still resided within Uzumaki’s body. (5)
--I could have told you that much just by giving you a mental image of the boy’s face before you chose to even LOOK at it, idiot host.--
-... Keep quiet. I am in no mood to deal with you, nor your despicable taunts, Shukaku.-
“S’up, Gaara? Long time no see, eh?” The blonde declared, literally bouncing his way up to him, that obnoxious, happy-go-lucky smile still plastered across his beaming face; however, Gaara’s emotions towards the golden-haired, bubble-headed male were – for the most part – indifferent and a polar opposite to Naruto’s.
Loud as you ever were, Uzumaki; I suppose not much change has occurred over time, in your case. Gaara silently mused to himself, mentally smirking upon seeing the small frown gracing his face, bewilderment evidently shining in his bright eyes.
“... May we proceed with the binding ritual, Hyuga-san? I have more important things to do than baby-sit Naruto all day.” Kakashi imputed bluntly, and suddenly, lazily flipping a page, not bothering to raise his eye solely concentrating on the bold, adult-rated words presented to him.
“Kakashi-sensai!” Naruto whined, pouting the slightest as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Everyone knows you’d much prefer read your precious book written and authored by that Perverted Hermit!”
“That’s enough, Uzumaki.” The former Hyuga Lord stated calmly.
“Hyuga-sama...” The second male pressed in an urgent oral, shifting his gaze from Naruto, who gave an indignant huff, to Gaara who stared back, a glacial lour crafted onto his face.
He nodded. “Very well. Naruto. Kakashi. Escort Gaara-sama to the Intensive Care Unit on the fifth floor of the hospital. You know where it is.”
A whirl of gray-white fog enshrouded the three shinobi; a loud pop rang throughout the room, and then empty space filled the places where they had once stood.
“Neji. Hinata.”
“Yes, Hyuga-sama?” They chorused; two identical pairs of lilac-white eyes looked back at him; Neji in a calm demeanor, Hinata in an anxious anticipation.
“I have selected human vassals for the both of you as well – Neji, you are to be escorted to Room 312 by a few of Konohagakure shinobi, and Hinata will follow your lead.”
“Hyuga-sama, may I ask why Hinata and I are to trespass into the same room?”
“Your hosts are fraternal twins, born five minutes apart from each other; the first-born twin is a girl, reserved for your protection, Neji. Hinata, the same bodes for you; your mortal shell is the second-born twin, the boy. Now go.”
“At once.”
“Y-yes, Hyuga-sama.”
(1) Demon (or Monster) of the Sand.
(2) Uses the Byakugan to view the opponent’s chakra circulatory system and deliver precise blows to disable and impede the flow of chakra; due to training in this style, the Hyuga clan tends to have excellent chakra control. This is also emphasized in jutsu that utilize this chakra control, and also nuances of the Gentle Fist Style.
(3) Meeting room. Simple as that.
(4) Desert Funeral (a.k.a. Desert Graveyard); Imploding Sand Funeral; Sand Burial. Whatever you wanna call it; I perfer Desert Graveyard myself, but that’s just my own idiotic opinion.
(5) Nine-tailed Demon Fox (Kyûbi no Yôkô in Japanese); Demon Fox; The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit/Demon. Again, call it whatever you wish.
Now, how was that, my sweetness? This took me forever to post, but look on the bright side; now you have something else to look forward for me to update on.
Next planned update: Hot Summers, Cold Hearts. Yay! KisamexMaria goodness! Oh, and who forsaw the Hyugas as being Neji and Hinata-chan, hm? Be honest now.
Things You Should Know
Yes, it’s happened... well, not in the manga or the show as far as I’m aware of, but in this story Gaara, Kisame, and Itachi are all DEAD, ya hear me?! But a “higher force” decided to lend a hand, and rather then cart them off to Heaven or to Hell (or to Purgatory to repent for certain things), “they” made them all wandering spirits, or ghosts if you want to refer to them as such.
There will be other pairings in this story too; however, the ones mentioned in the link for this are the main ones. *Nods* So, in simpler terms, other Naruto characters will be put in this; like Hinata, my favorite female! *Hugs Hinata* She, like Gaara and co., is dead, but she and the others, soon-to-be-mentioned, will have hosts too; but they’ll most likely be male for the female spirits, and vice-versa. And, what’s this? *Le gasp of DOOM* Possibility of YAOI!?
What’s that? Have I finally lost it, you ask?
... Perhaps.
Anywho, point is they can only be seen by certain people; people whom have been selected as their host by “them”, and once “they” have done said choosing of whomever “they” deem worthy, whoever the host’s ‘alter ego’ is, he or she will protect their host (willingly or not), whether that person is a male or female; this process will take place a day after they are born, but the hosts won’t hear, see, or sense them until they get to be three to seven years old.
If you wanna know how this came to be, you’ll have to wait and see until the true plot unfolds; it will be revealed later on how their deaths came to pass. *Nods* Of course, that’s assuming that I don’t come up with a lame-ass attempt to fool you all into believing I haven’t actually thought this through in a thorough manner, and I can assure you I have up to chapter eight figured out (God knows what number that part will be, Part 15 or Part 16 at the least). So there! *Blows a loud raspberry*
“Talking”
Thinking to oneself
--Shukaku’s Mental Communication with Gaara--
-Gaara’s Mental Communication with Shukaku-
Emphasis
Shouting
~~~~Dream Sequence~~~~
/Sharon-Gaara Mental Communication/
Gaara-Sharon Mental Communication
//Lisa-Itachi Mental Communication//
(//Itachi-Lisa Mental Communication//)
(/-Maria-Kisame Mental Communication-/)
(/--Kisame-Maria Mental Communication--/)
~START!~
“Do you sense it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So... He has returned.”
“Yes, but half of his soul is lost, while the other is a bottomless, apathetic pit of bitter hatred, and at his age; his abilities are second-to-none, and he possesses a power that rivals the strongest of shinobi; he is cold, calculating, and without a doubt extremely devious.”
“Hyuga-sama, are you sure this will work to the fullest extent?”
“She brings up a valid point, Hyuga-san. What of the mortal host we have selected for him?”
“The human vessel we have chosen for him to occupy is only a day old, far too frail and lacking sufficient spiritual enlightenment to commence with this, especially in her condition.”
“Given his own conditions, that is why its powers have laid dormant within him even after many centuries, why he, himself, has been confined to this plane of existence for so long.”
“And what remnants of his soul that remains captured in its husk... is buried deep down within his subconscious.”
“The ritual will not prove to be a full success...”
“Unless... He were to give his thorough consent to the binding ceremony...”
“He is mentally unbalanced, but he is not a fool; his insight is keen, and will act suspiciously if he senses foul play.”
“He will demand answers...”
“If only there was a way to counteract to his implications, to make him think we do not wish to double-cross him...”
“... I know of such a matter to go about this; though, it will be a costly error on our part if even the simplest miscalculation is made.”
“Just what are you implying?”
“It is nothing too complicated. We must acquire his own soul as well, infuse it with his mortal host; merge them to become one, each living solely dependable on the other. If his host dies before her lifetime expands naturally, then he will be condemned to the Otherworld, as I have told you two before; he will be forced to rely on her well-being in order to assure himself of his survival, he will keep a constant surveillance on her health and watch over her.”
“He is suitable for her, a guardian of sorts; an angel who promises nothing but Death unto any person who threatens her existence.”
“To endanger her life, to persecute her for it, would be nothing short of imprudence; to end her life would mean to end his.”
“He would be free to mindlessly kill anyone, whomever he wished, if it meant that his longevity were never to be cut drastically short.”
“Yes, it’s perfect; almost too perfect.”
“You’re not talking about an act of sheer condolence, you’re talking about a forced, systematic rite of passage. You are not thinking twice in regards to the mental and, possibly, emotional harm he will wrought upon anyone who matters in her future life before he kills them. If he so desires, he could do the same to her; you’re allowing him to have an next-to-impenetrable-bypass access to the modern world. It’s crazy.”
“Perhaps, but we have no other choice.”
“But... but, Hyuga-sama, that will take time.”
“Time is of the essence; time is what we need, but do not have.”
“Are you suggesting that we...?”
“Yes.”
“... What do you wish of us?”
“Bring him in. With or without his consent, the rite of containing will be performed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“At once, Hyuga-sama.”
“Sabaku no Gaara, as punishment for the atrocities you have committed during the course of your existence, you are hereby sentenced to live out your remaining lifetimes in the Otherworld in seclusion. The charges are as follows...”
Sabaku no Gaara, formerly known as Suna no Akki (1), looked on at the trio of prodigy spiritualists consisting of two men and a lone woman, an eerie, impassive glare eternally crafted unto his pale features; each were cloaked in robes constructed from the silkiest materials, radiating the darkest, most baneful hues of red, gold, indigo, and black imaginable; clothing which sucked away virtually any and all source of light.
Although the tiny slits of darkness casted an luminous shadow over their faces, he could easily distinguish the woman’s indigo-bleach sights were tranquil, shining with a motherly light, soothing, whilst the two men possessed those very startling hypnotic lilac-white eyes that blazed with a cold, ingenious fury; much like his own eyes silently narrowing into feline crevices, lips pursed so tight-knit together only a thin, nearly invisible, line showed any evidence of his dormant rage.
He blinked slowly – dark eyelids fastening completely shut over his pale sea-green sights for a moment before reopening. His brain quickly processing the apparent fact that the cloaked incorporeal beings were long-deceased ancestors of the legendary Hyuga clan; possibly one of the only families in Konohagakure that held a main household and branch counterparts.
This particular family possessed the unsurpassed abilities of the Byakugan and the Gentle Fist Style (2), both were a force to be reckoned with, a distinct, potent combination that permitted the user of the Byakugan to not only detect any threat within a certain range of distance, but also to damage the chakra system by directly attacking the chakra points, if sufficiently developed; of course, if such became the case, it would leave the opponent in a condition in which they couldn’t control their chakra flow, or perform techniques which required it, and were the Byakugan user talented enough, he or she could take the life of their adversary with one blow.
Gaara pursed his lips taut, glaring with a seething, undeniable furore, gritting his canines against his incisors as the insentient pangs of physical anguish nipped away slowly at his wrists and ankles, bound and restricted from virtually any movement say for the few precious centimeters they had given him the privilege of having; glistening bands shaded an abyss black in color throbbed excitedly occasionally, cutting inch after mind-racking inch into his deathly pallid skin if he dared to budge from his current position.
The accursed restraints – appearing a bit unnecessary and faulty at firsthand – were in fact required to not only cut off his chakra supply but also to cut off his access to Shukaku’s chakra as well, and thus rendering him fully vulnerable because his sand – his means of an impeccable offense and defense that was virtually unstoppable – could only brew in silent anger within the confinements of the gourd strapped securely to his back.
Despite this rather unfortunate mishap, he wasn’t blind, nor was he unintelligent, not in the least; he could tell something was amiss, but what that something was he didn’t know for certain; if later he discovered he was brought here, in the ru-mu kaigi (3), for a reason other than to be sentenced to spend eternity to rot in another plane of existence, he would feel more than just keen, inclined, on performing his infamous Sabaku Sôsô (4) upon his return.
“... lastly, for the failed attempt of the destruction of Konohagakure, as well as counting the numerous accusations against you for slaughtering – forgive me for saying so – innocent civilians and also any shinobi who crossed paths with you.” He stated firmly in a matter-of-fact, monotone voice, his pale visage set deep like stone; yet the faintest hints of a scowl made itself known, creasing unto his complexion.
“H-Hyuga-sama...” The lone female stated in a shy tone, shifting her timid glance to her left, gaining a sudden interest in the fashion of which she nervously wrung her hands, twiddling her thumbs, and a faint, embarrassed rosy hue flared her cheeks. “I-if I may interlude f-for a moment...”
Only a silent nod was his response.
“Kazekage-sama... Prior to your arrival, we discussed an alternative, should the sentence already passed to you not be to your liking; rather than for you to be condemned to the Otherworld, there is a way for you to be converted into a contract of guardianship.” She paused, briefly glancing over the fifth Kazekage’s face, searching for any emotion; mental shivers wrecked her body seeing his impassive glare didn’t falter in the least; it only strengthened, if anything.
“I would choose oblivion over guarding a puerile human...” He snapped, a maddening smile curling his lips in the way a savage, bloodthirsty Cerberus would setting its sights on a gruesome meal, wishing to devour it hungrily whilst snapping the bones against the insides of its jaws, spittle dotting his canines, making them glisten; it was that same grin many of his unfortunate victims had seen, and the last sight their horror-stricken eyes would behold mere seconds before he ruthlessly butchered them.
“Surely you don’t wish for eternal damnation, Kazekage-sama?”
“...”
“We have no time to waste with your mind games, Gaara-sama, as we have other matters which require tending to.”
“... Yes...”
“Yes...? Yes as in you agree that we have a strict schedule to uphold, or yes as in you are giving us your fullest and deepest consent to the guardianship contract?”
“The second...”
“... I see. Very well then. Hatake Kakashi. Uzumaki Naruto.”
“You called, Hyuga-san?” A man brandishing the physical appearance not a day past his early thirties idly glanced up from an orange-colored book, wisps of gray smoke billowed softly off his clothes like mist rolling off the bank of a river on a chilly autumn morning; a bored look crossed his masked features as a lone eye stared Gaara down, the other unseen eye covered from his headband, signifying he was from Konohagakure.
From the way it curved, and the ominous glint the abyss-colored pupil had suddenly attained, the man – Hatake Kakashi, he’d heard the former Hyuga Lord calling him that, if he was not mistaken – was frowning.
“...” Gaara could only blink, in pure perplexity: how was it possible that the blonde-haired, cerulean-eyed young man standing before him matured from that embarrassment of a twelve year old pranking, mischievous child in less than three centuries?
He had long discarded that abomination of an orange jumpsuit, yet the black clothing underneath the jumpsuit still possessed a few sentimental values to the boy – no, man, he mentally corrected himself – and had fashioned an outfit holding no specific resemblance; added onto that were the goggles slapped onto his brow, and the same headband Kakashi wore.
From where he was standing, the fifth Kazekage could easily distinguish the varsity of whiskers companying his cheekbones and the man displayed inhuman, aggressive canines when a cheerful grin etched into his face; obviously the Kyuubi still resided within Uzumaki’s body. (5)
--I could have told you that much just by giving you a mental image of the boy’s face before you chose to even LOOK at it, idiot host.--
-... Keep quiet. I am in no mood to deal with you, nor your despicable taunts, Shukaku.-
“S’up, Gaara? Long time no see, eh?” The blonde declared, literally bouncing his way up to him, that obnoxious, happy-go-lucky smile still plastered across his beaming face; however, Gaara’s emotions towards the golden-haired, bubble-headed male were – for the most part – indifferent and a polar opposite to Naruto’s.
Loud as you ever were, Uzumaki; I suppose not much change has occurred over time, in your case. Gaara silently mused to himself, mentally smirking upon seeing the small frown gracing his face, bewilderment evidently shining in his bright eyes.
“... May we proceed with the binding ritual, Hyuga-san? I have more important things to do than baby-sit Naruto all day.” Kakashi imputed bluntly, and suddenly, lazily flipping a page, not bothering to raise his eye solely concentrating on the bold, adult-rated words presented to him.
“Kakashi-sensai!” Naruto whined, pouting the slightest as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Everyone knows you’d much prefer read your precious book written and authored by that Perverted Hermit!”
“That’s enough, Uzumaki.” The former Hyuga Lord stated calmly.
“Hyuga-sama...” The second male pressed in an urgent oral, shifting his gaze from Naruto, who gave an indignant huff, to Gaara who stared back, a glacial lour crafted onto his face.
He nodded. “Very well. Naruto. Kakashi. Escort Gaara-sama to the Intensive Care Unit on the fifth floor of the hospital. You know where it is.”
A whirl of gray-white fog enshrouded the three shinobi; a loud pop rang throughout the room, and then empty space filled the places where they had once stood.
“Neji. Hinata.”
“Yes, Hyuga-sama?” They chorused; two identical pairs of lilac-white eyes looked back at him; Neji in a calm demeanor, Hinata in an anxious anticipation.
“I have selected human vassals for the both of you as well – Neji, you are to be escorted to Room 312 by a few of Konohagakure shinobi, and Hinata will follow your lead.”
“Hyuga-sama, may I ask why Hinata and I are to trespass into the same room?”
“Your hosts are fraternal twins, born five minutes apart from each other; the first-born twin is a girl, reserved for your protection, Neji. Hinata, the same bodes for you; your mortal shell is the second-born twin, the boy. Now go.”
“At once.”
“Y-yes, Hyuga-sama.”
~Translations~
(1) Demon (or Monster) of the Sand.
(2) Uses the Byakugan to view the opponent’s chakra circulatory system and deliver precise blows to disable and impede the flow of chakra; due to training in this style, the Hyuga clan tends to have excellent chakra control. This is also emphasized in jutsu that utilize this chakra control, and also nuances of the Gentle Fist Style.
(3) Meeting room. Simple as that.
(4) Desert Funeral (a.k.a. Desert Graveyard); Imploding Sand Funeral; Sand Burial. Whatever you wanna call it; I perfer Desert Graveyard myself, but that’s just my own idiotic opinion.
(5) Nine-tailed Demon Fox (Kyûbi no Yôkô in Japanese); Demon Fox; The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit/Demon. Again, call it whatever you wish.
Now, how was that, my sweetness? This took me forever to post, but look on the bright side; now you have something else to look forward for me to update on.
Next planned update: Hot Summers, Cold Hearts. Yay! KisamexMaria goodness! Oh, and who forsaw the Hyugas as being Neji and Hinata-chan, hm? Be honest now.