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Ken’sGirl here! I have just a few things to say.
Kenpachi: Oh, God, Here we go again. Do you know how to shut up? No one wants to read what you have to say, they just want to read the story (although I don’t know why, I mean, seriously, if it doesn’t have me why read it?)
Ken’sGirl: ANYWAY…a) for the two-headed snake I meant to type eight-headed. B) Has anyone heard the song “My United States of Whatever” by Liam Lynch? If not, go listen to it, it’s awesome. C) I just got a new haircut to celebrate the addition of the second chapter HOW DO I LOOK?!
Naruto/Orochimaru: EVEN MORE STUPID!!
Ken’sGirl: *crawls into fetal position in Tamaki’s corner of woe, mumbling about how mean Naruto and Orochimaru are*
Naruto: Anyways, here’s the awesome story about me and the HOTTEST ninja EVAR…
Orochimaru: *puts his hand on his chin in a very bad attempt to look cool (but succeeding in looking sexy)*
Naruto: GAARA!!!
Orochimaru: WHAT?!!!??! o_O

ORONARUxORONARUxORONARUx

I run through the trees searching. ‘Where is he?’ ‘Why can’t I find him?’ ‘What’s happening to him?’ are the questions that race through my head.
I come to an immediate stop. I see a clearing up ahead and a little silhouette at the other end. I quickly regain speed, heading towards the figure. As I get closer I realize that the figure is Naruto.
I pick up speed. I stop silently and swiftly behind him. If he hasn’t noticed me yet, then I really need to teach him how to sense someone else’s presence. I was about 2 yards away from him when I realized that this was a cliff. I ran to him and pulled him back, away from the cliffs and into my arms.
I looked down to see his face only to realize that this wasn’t Naruto at all. He had blue eyes and blonde hair like Naruto, but they weren’t as beautiful as the real thing. He also had a lot of acne and freckles. I shoved him out of my arms. The creature (for it was too hideous to be called a boy) looked up at me and giggled. Just as I was about to ask what he was giggling about he pointed to it.
The little shithead had peed on me. I was about lunge after him and tear his little head off when Naruto came through the clearing holding a bundle of little twigs and sticks in his arms.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“I was helping you gather firewood.” I chuckled. I giggled.
I tried not to laugh too hard, but I couldn’t help it. I laughed until my stomach ached and head spun. Naruto looked at me quizzically. He cocked his head to the side and stared at me, trying to decipher the reason as to why I was laughing so much.
“It’s nothing Naruto. Come, let’s go back to the camp.”
‘It’s amazing, really, the effect this boy has on you,’ my demon said. ‘You just got done telling me that you weren’t going to have feelings for this boy, that you would distance yourself. And yet, there you were, worrying over the same boy you promised you wouldn’t worry about.’
‘I never promised anything,’ I snapped in a poor attempt to defend myself. The demon just chuckled and said, ‘Whatever you say, master.’ The demon preferred to call me master not because I was, but because his true name wasn’t the “eight-headed Snake”, it was actually Orochimaru. And he doesn’t like calling someone by the same name as him so he calls me Master and I call him Sensei.

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Naruto and I return to our stuff and set up our tents and fire. He pulls from his pack two bottles of water and Two cups of ramen. I look questioningly at him and he seems to understands, for he says, “It’s my favorite food, Miso Ramen with vegetables.” Well at least he eats his vegetables.
He hands me a bottle of water and a cup of ramen. I pull the lid back half-way and pour the water in. I stop and turn to Naruto. “And how, exactly, are supposed to cook this without burning our selves?”
“Like this!” He holds out his ramen, and steam begins to radiate from the top of the cup. I lean over and see that the water is boiling. After a few minutes he pulls his arm back to him and opens his eyes.
“Where did you learn that technique?” I asked.
“I’ve always been able to do that.”
“How does it work?”
“Give me your ramen. First, I just think about something really hot, like a volcano. And then I force that feeling into what body part I want and from there I can control which part of the object that I’m holding gets heated. This way I don’t burn anything that’s not supposed to get too hot, like the Styrofoam cup.”
“Did the Kyuubi teach you that?” I asked, intrigued.
“Nope! I told you, I’ve always been able to do it. My body temperature is just unnaturally high for a human. But the Kyuubi did teach me how to control my body temperature. I can lower my temperature for only a few hours at a time before I start to become unconscious.”
I was amazed. Not so much at the fact that he had this ability, but at how he had explained it to me in such a detailed manner—well for someone his age it was detailed. I made good choice in choosing him to be the one at my side for all the events that would be taking place in the distant future.
For now I just had to worry about getting him to bed so we could get an early start tomorrow. With any luck, at the speed I travel, we’ll be able to make it to Suna’s gates with only a short rest for lunch. I told Naruto exactly that.
He agreed and finished off his ramen, crawling over to his pack and digging through it. He stopped looking through his pack and looked over at me. He smiled sheepishly, “I forgot my sleeping bag.” I sighed.
“You can share mine. Just hold on a second.” I finished my ramen and pulled my sleeping bag out of my pack and rolled it out. I unzipped it enough for Naruto and me to climb in. He walked over and unzipped it the rest of the way and before I could protest, he went to pack and pulled out a rather large blanket for someone his size. He unfolded the sleeping bag, laying it out, fully unzipped and flat on the ground. He spread the blanket over the sleeping and walked to the side opposite me, and climbed under. He fell asleep almost instantly.
I chuckled lightly to myself at how cute he was with that serious look on his face while he was doing all that. I stopped when I noticed him start trembling and writhing under the blanket, mumbling, “no…don’t leave…Oro-chan…I don’t want to be left alone…” I frowned.
For some reason I just couldn’t stand to see him so upset, even if it was just a dream. I wanted to wake him up and cuddled him close to me and tell him everything was going to be alright and that I would never leave him. But I didn’t, I just slid under the blanket and spooned against him, wrapping my arms around his tiny waist, hugging him close. Instantly he calmed and turned to face me, still asleep, and cuddled even closer.
I buried my face in his soft blonde hair and breathed in his scent. I felt, almost immediately, tired and let the peaceful idea of sleep overwhelm me.

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Ken’sGirl here! I have just a few things to say.
Kenpachi: Oh, God, Here we go again. Do you know how to shut up? No one wants to read what you have to say, they just want to read the story (although I don’t know why, I mean, seriously, if it doesn’t have me why read it?)
Ken’sGirl: ANYWAY…a) for the two-headed snake I meant to type eight-headed. B) Has anyone heard the song “My United States of Whatever” by Liam Lynch? If not, go listen to it, it’s awesome. C) I just got a new haircut to celebrate the addition of the second chapter HOW DO I LOOK?!
Naruto/Orochimaru: EVEN MORE STUPID!!
Ken’sGirl: *crawls into fetal position in Tamaki’s corner of woe, mumbling about how mean Naruto and Orochimaru are*
Naruto: Anyways, here’s the awesome story about me and the HOTTEST ninja EVAR…
Orochimaru: *puts his hand on his chin in a very bad attempt to look cool (but succeeding in looking sexy)*
Naruto: GAARA!!!
Orochimaru: WHAT?!!!??! o_O

ORONARUxORONARUxORONARUx

I run through the trees searching. ‘Where is he?’ ‘Why can’t I find him?’ ‘What’s happening to him?’ are the questions that race through my head.
I come to an immediate stop. I see a clearing up ahead and a little silhouette at the other end. I quickly regain speed, heading towards the figure. As I get closer I realize that the figure is Naruto.
I pick up speed. I stop silently and swiftly behind him. If he hasn’t noticed me yet, then I really need to teach him how to sense someone else’s presence. I was about 2 yards away from him when I realized that this was a cliff. I ran to him and pulled him back, away from the cliffs and into my arms.
I looked down to see his face only to realize that this wasn’t Naruto at all. He had blue eyes and blonde hair like Naruto, but they weren’t as beautiful as the real thing. He also had a lot of acne and freckles. I shoved him out of my arms. The creature (for it was too hideous to be called a boy) looked up at me and giggled. Just as I was about to ask what he was giggling about he pointed to it.
The little shithead had peed on me. I was about lunge after him and tear his little head off when Naruto came through the clearing holding a bundle of little twigs and sticks in his arms.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“I was helping you gather firewood.” I chuckled. I giggled.
I tried not to laugh too hard, but I couldn’t help it. I laughed until my stomach ached and head spun. Naruto looked at me quizzically. He cocked his head to the side and stared at me, trying to decipher the reason as to why I was laughing so much.
“It’s nothing Naruto. Come, let’s go back to the camp.”
‘It’s amazing, really, the effect this boy has on you,’ my demon said. ‘You just got done telling me that you weren’t going to have feelings for this boy, that you would distance yourself. And yet, there you were, worrying over the same boy you promised you wouldn’t worry about.’
‘I never promised anything,’ I snapped in a poor attempt to defend myself. The demon just chuckled and said, ‘Whatever you say, master.’ The demon preferred to call me master not because I was, but because his true name wasn’t the “eight-headed Snake”, it was actually Orochimaru. And he doesn’t like calling someone by the same name as him so he calls me Master and I call him Sensei.

~!~!~!~!~!~!~!

Naruto and I return to our stuff and set up our tents and fire. He pulls from his pack two bottles of water and Two cups of ramen. I look questioningly at him and he seems to understands, for he says, “It’s my favorite food, Miso Ramen with vegetables.” Well at least he eats his vegetables.
He hands me a bottle of water and a cup of ramen. I pull the lid back half-way and pour the water in. I stop and turn to Naruto. “And how, exactly, are supposed to cook this without burning our selves?”
“Like this!” He holds out his ramen, and steam begins to radiate from the top of the cup. I lean over and see that the water is boiling. After a few minutes he pulls his arm back to him and opens his eyes.
“Where did you learn that technique?” I asked.
“I’ve always been able to do that.”
“How does it work?”
“Give me your ramen. First, I just think about something really hot, like a volcano. And then I force that feeling into what body part I want and from there I can control which part of the object that I’m holding gets heated. This way I don’t burn anything that’s not supposed to get too hot, like the Styrofoam cup.”
“Did the Kyuubi teach you that?” I asked, intrigued.
“Nope! I told you, I’ve always been able to do it. My body temperature is just unnaturally high for a human. But the Kyuubi did teach me how to control my body temperature. I can lower my temperature for only a few hours at a time before I start to become unconscious.”
I was amazed. Not so much at the fact that he had this ability, but at how he had explained it to me in such a detailed manner—well for someone his age it was detailed. I made good choice in choosing him to be the one at my side for all the events that would be taking place in the distant future.
For now I just had to worry about getting him to bed so we could get an early start tomorrow. With any luck, at the speed I travel, we’ll be able to make it to Suna’s gates with only a short rest for lunch. I told Naruto exactly that.
He agreed and finished off his ramen, crawling over to his pack and digging through it. He stopped looking through his pack and looked over at me. He smiled sheepishly, “I forgot my sleeping bag.” I sighed.
“You can share mine. Just hold on a second.” I finished my ramen and pulled my sleeping bag out of my pack and rolled it out. I unzipped it enough for Naruto and me to climb in. He walked over and unzipped it the rest of the way and before I could protest, he went to pack and pulled out a rather large blanket for someone his size. He unfolded the sleeping bag, laying it out, fully unzipped and flat on the ground. He spread the blanket over the sleeping and walked to the side opposite me, and climbed under. He fell asleep almost instantly.
I chuckled lightly to myself at how cute he was with that serious look on his face while he was doing all that. I stopped when I noticed him start trembling and writhing under the blanket, mumbling, “no…don’t leave…Oro-chan…I don’t want to be left alone…” I frowned.
For some reason I just couldn’t stand to see him so upset, even if it was just a dream. I wanted to wake him up and cuddled him close to me and tell him everything was going to be alright and that I would never leave him. But I didn’t, I just slid under the blanket and spooned against him, wrapping my arms around his tiny waist, hugging him close. Instantly he calmed and turned to face me, still asleep, and cuddled even closer.
I buried my face in his soft blonde hair and breathed in his scent. I felt, almost immediately, tired and let the peaceful idea of sleep overwhelm me.