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Chapter Eight: Left in the dark

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In only twenty minutes time, Naruto had managed to make them both presentable. Gaara had to borrow a shirt though since his was wet, which wasn’t much of a loss since the red-head looked much better in bright colors, in Naruto’s opinion. Naruto nearly slobbered over his masterpiece once he had finished. He was more than pleased to see his date completely powder-free, with his skin naturally pale and the “love” tattoo displayed in all its sexiness on his forehead. He could tell that Gaara was still very embarrassed and uncomfortable about the whole thing, but just seeing the stoic Gaara being so naïve and unguarded was unbearably cute. Naruto blushed at the memory, having kissed Gaara twice before the date had even started. He could only hope that things would go on smoothly enough so they could…

“Hey Naruto, can we go now?”, Gaara asked anxiously, not able to hide the tinge of blush on his cheeks. Thankfully, it was natural.

Naruto blinked stupidly, having been interrupted from his thoughts. “O-okay…” The blond nervously led the taller boy out the door, and locked it behind him. The cool autumn breeze battered on their heated faces. As they went down the stairway, Gaara uncertainly wrapped an around the blonde’s waist. His confidence soared when Naruto smiled warmly at the contact.

His glee was deterred however once they made it outside. He should have just taken the family unicycle, which would have been a hell of a lot better than their current mode of transportation. Next to the parking meter which had been running for nearly an hour laid the car that generations of Sabaku’s had been forced to use since the days of Woodstock. It was a down right atrocious vintage convertible that was shaded like a baboon’s ass, and as crumpled as its face. It had survived years of getting smashed by falling pianos, run over by bulldozers, and getting kicked in the mechanical balls by frustrated Sabakus who had lost many nights of sex thanks to said convertible. Its latest heir however, Kankuro, had been pretty even-tempered about it, which was understandable since the aspiring puppeteer refused to date real girls, and we all know how cooperative blow-up dolls are.

“So…what are we riding? Don’t tell me we’re riding the bus!”

Gaara whimpered inside, not wanting to lose a night of sex himself, whatever people actually did in sex he had no idea though, he was hoping Naruto would. “Um…it’s right there.” Gaara pointed in front of him.

Naruto looked up curiously at the red-head and squinted his eyes before him. It was impossible not to see, for a streetlamp was all so conveniently placed beside the automobile, displaying it in all its tacky glory. “Where? I can’t see it! This piece of shit is blocking it.”

Gaara had officially died inside, how much humiliation did he have to endure to satisfy God’s ravenous hunger? He didn’t feel the need to act insulted, for it truly was a piece of shit. “Actually, Naruto…that’s my piece of shit.”

Naruto brooded over it for a second until horror splashed into his heavenly visage. The moping red-head could only wish that it was because he had made a mistake, rather than the realization that he was about to be ridden on the equivalent of disco shoes on wheels for the entire world to gawk. “Oh my God! I’m sorry Gaara I didn’t mean it!” From the boy’s tone, it appeared to be the latter. Gaara sulked.

“It’s okay. If you’d rather we take a taxi that’s fine, or if you don’t wanna go out with me…” The world had failed Gaara once again. Why couldn’t he have been born a selfish, conceited snob like the Hyuuga and Uchiha?

The blonde’s dismay had transformed to full on panic. “No! Gaara please understand, I don’t care about that kind of stuff! So can we just go and eat already?” He suggested tensely, feeling awful for his reaction.

Gaara peered at the ground, determined to be swallowed by it. First he had been flushed for wearing too much makeup, by accident, and now his date obviously doesn’t even want to get in his car. The date was a disaster, and he was sure Naruto thought so too. His fists shook from trying to keep himself from crying; couldn’t the universe just give him a break?

Naruto gazed at his companion apologetically. His selfish retort had ruined everything. It wasn’t Gaara’s fault that he had a crappy car. Naruto didn’t care about that. Really! He shocked the pale insomniac out of his misery when he embraced the boy tightly, rubbing his nose on the pale boy’s neck. “There’s nothing I can say that will change what an asshole I am, but I’m really sorry. I really wanna go out with you so please don’t ruin this by making a big deal out of it. Okay? It’s just a fucking car. Ay least you don’t look like that…”

Gaara could only gape at the affectionate little twerp squeezing him like a straight jacket. He completely threw away his insecurities and smiled. Naruto was always too open with his emotions. He returned the embrace and rubbed his face on golden hair, memorizing his scent and enjoying the moment.

The moment ended in an abrupt halt however when he heard a growl beneath him, and felt Naruto’s face heat up against his neck. “Hehe…sorry. I did say I was hungry.”

Gaara chuckled for the first time in years before he reluctantly let the blond go, wishing he could have stayed in that position forever. The impassive redhead firmly ignored the rustle of a nearby flower bed, and the figures hiding within the shadows with stoic resolve. Stalkers were afoot, but he was secure in the fact that Naruto hadn’t noticed, nor would they get very far in ruining their date, for Gaara had weapons at hand to ward off such pests. The taller boy didn’t bother opening the door and climbed into the convertible. He motioned his date to get in the passenger’s seat. Naruto was reluctant at first but swallowed his discretion in favor of getting some ramen.

Naruto climbed into the passenger’s side and fell into the seat with a thud and a grunt. The uncomfortable blond felt like he was sitting on a pile of bricks covered by moldy cloth. Thoughts of making Gaara smile and ramen were all it took to keep himself from gagging at the putrid stench rising unexpectedly, from the dashboard. Did a mongoose crawl in and die in the engine or something?

Gaara did not miss the spectacle of his date’s face turning green in sickness, then purple in asphyxiation, and finally crimson in some other emotion Gaara couldn’t place. “You better fasten you’re seatbelt. I’m not that great of a driver.” He suggested in monotone.

“Okay…um…you mean this?” Naruto timidly asked while gripping a rope that was attached to the side panel.

The boy with the driver’s license felt both of his eyes twitch, cursing grandpa Sabaku’s soul to the deepest corner of Hades, even though Gaara was sure he already was. “Yeah…just wrap that around yourself.”

Naruto thought the idea was absurd. “Are you sure? I don’t think that’s safe.”

“It’s better than nothing right?” Gaara responded a bit too strongly. He was far more frustrated at his lineage than he would ever be with the adorable blond next to him.

Said blond knitted his brows and pouted, as if he had been punished and sent to the corner. “Fine.” The boy made a show of wrapping the rope tightly around his stomach, after that he crossed his arms and looked straight ahead. “If we crash and I die because my body gets torn in half from being thrown like a yoyo, then you’re gonna have to tell Iruka-sensei that I donate all my stuff to charity.”

Gaara couldn’t help being amused by Naruto’s attitude. How did he ever get so infatuated with the brat? It took many tries at the ignition for the butter to finally start churning. Passerby ran to the hills when a gunshot erupted in the otherwise silent street. Alas, it was only the exhaust pipe coughing up some monstrous smoke balls before the decrepit convertible was finally ready to mobilize. For Naruto, it was about as pleasant as being inside a blender dragged by a speedboat. Naruto sweatdropped when Gaara grasped the clutch, which was just half a pipe glued together by tape and popsicle sticks. Naruto slumped on his death chair and groaned. How the hell did he get into this?

Gaara looked straight ahead, face flushed and keeping eye contact away from Naruto at all cost. The first thing he would do after the date was get a scooter. After he stuffs Kankuro, his “girlfriends”, and his dead ancestors into the trunk and pushes it off a cliff. How could he have overlooked this inconvenience? He just wished the date itself would bear a much kinder outcome.

Another gunshot met their tired ears, but they assumed it was the car choking again.

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Stalker Sasuke had given up his search of the Hyuuga after convincing himself he had just been hallucinating from hunger and boredom. To solve the problem, he waited at the counter of a 24 hour grocery store which lay conveniently near to where his limo was parked, opposite to Naruto’s apartment. He waited patiently as he munched on a bag of gummy worms. No one would ever know but Sasuke adored the treats. They weren’t very sweet, and they had that sour, tangy taste that he loved so much. No doubt he would keep himself from confiding that information to a certain blond, unless he wanted his loyal fangirls to start luring him with gummy worms hooked to fishing poles wherever he went. In which case, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

At the counter, a balding Asian man counted his change shakily before he handed them to the masked Uchiha. He hugged his daughter tightly, both looking like they were about to have seizures. Sasuke pocketed the coins, and quirked an eyebrow at the two, which was hidden behind the fox mask. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked the two behind the counter, irked that they were treating him like a ghost from hell.

They flinched at the masked man’s tone. The bald man spoke with an excess of spittle. “I-if you rab ass, you rab ass now!”

Stalker Sasuke hoped he didn’t hear that right; he slurped a worm through the mouth hole. “Rob you? Why do you think I would rob you?”

“B-because! Y-you wear mask! And w-wear black! You gonna kill ass!”

It was finally the girls turn to speak, who was trembling in her apron. “Please sir. Don’t steal from us! I have eight children all born from wedlock and all we have is our pride, and our gummy worms.”

‘And whose fault is that I wonder? At least they’ve still got worms.’ Sasuke thought without pity. “Look, I bought these with money; does it look like I’m robbing you?”

“T-then why?! W-why you where dat?! You look like killa!”

Sasuke sighed in frustration and pocketed his leftover worms. Couldn’t people dress like terrorists when they feel like it and walk the streets in freedom anymore? What was the world coming to? He edged closer to the quivering clerks, leaning over the counter as they spasmed in terror. “Okay fine, I’ll tell you who I am.” Sasuke glanced in every direction, making sure they weren’t overheard. “I’m a stalker.” He whispered.

“S-stalker?”

“Yes. I’m a stalker. So do you believe me now?”

The raven did not expect what would happen next. The father and daughter immediately brightened like a Christmas light, smiling as if they had never mistook him for a criminal. “Why you not say so? Did Sakura send you? We give fifty-percent discount on pink hair dye.”

The masked brunette was speechless, mouth agape behind the fox face. He was ready to reply with words that when put together were very mean and offensive when the distinct shout of a gunshot resounded through the grocery store, making everybody jump. “What the fuck…” Sasuke mumbled behind his mask, shocked out of his wits.

He didn’t see the man behind the counter suddenly look furious, pointing a pruney finger at his back. “You lie! You bring friends to rab ass! You son of bitch! Chichi! Get my shotgun!”

As Sasuke heard those words, it was made clear that he should run, fast. The panicked brunette had made his way across the little grocery store, but Chichi had already swiftly handed her father his prized shotgun. They were only as innocent as they seemed. No one takes money from his eight grandchildren and lives! He mounted the shotgun on the counter and directed point blank at the fumbling Uchiha, who was pulling frantically on the glass doors, which had been sealed mechanically, in regards to the crazy old store manager. Sasuke paled and stared like a deer in the headlights.

The old man chuckled as his finger reached for the trigger. His daughter stood behind him, seemingly used to the insanity. His parting words to Sasuke were, “Sayonara, asshole.” He fired.

As a last minute reaction, Stalker Sasuke dodged the bullet with all his might and slammed onto the glass doors. He applied just enough force as he rolled on the pavement. A gumball machine exploded at the spot where he had been just milliseconds before. He was not one to have taken his martial training for granted. Heart palpitating like wild, he staggered to his feet and dashed to his limo. Before he got in however, he noticed the ugly convertible mounted by two familiar heads, one red, while the other was blond. He cursed himself as the duo he had promised to stalk nearly slammed into a pickup truck while backing up. The driver cursed while the convertible accelerated out of harms way. He was knocked out of his reverie when another booming sound erupted behind him. He jumped into his limo. “Watson! Follow that convertible! NOW!!”

Watson was quick to respond and drove off away from the commotion. Sasuke took off his mask and wiped the sweat off his face, he breathed out, beginning to relax. He took a sealed bottle of chardonnay and was ready to uncork it when it exploded into a million sharp pieces, wine draining to the floor. He slowly glared with wide eyes at the gaping hole at the back of his limo, where he could still see a crazy old Chinese man waving his shotgun in the air. Sasuke weakly let go of the broken bottle and fell to the leather couch, breathing hard. Gotta give it to Sakura for associating with freaks.

‘I’m never getting gummy worms from there again.’

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Neji looked on in astonishment, what were the odds of that? The puppy barked at him, tongue dangling in amusement.

“What are YOU doing here, Akamaru?” Did the dog actually pull him off the sidewalk and whisper to him? Kiba was a better trainer than he thought.

“Godammit! I actually got splinters on my back!?” Speaking of which, Kiba emerged from the bush, batting away the dirt and leaves from his shirt.

Neji mentally slapped himself. Did the entire situation make a complete moron out of him? Though he admitted he had lost a huge percentage of his brain cells when he heard Naruto and the redheaded jerk fucking on their first date. He was thankful though that he still had the ability to speak with integrity. “What are you doing here Inuzuka?”

The dog-loving brunette picked up his drooling mutt and stared accusingly at Neji. “Well, what are YOU doing here? I hardly pegged you as someone who’d be caught wandering this neighborhood. And wearing Gucci too, seriously Hyuuga, do you wanna be mugged?”

Neji was taken aback by Kiba’s tone; he hated being looked down upon. “For you’re information Inuzuka, I seemed to have lost my cousin. And the duty had been wisely placed upon me to search for her.”

Kiba ran his fingers through Akamaru’s fur and smirked complacently at the Hyuuga. “What do you know, me too! I went to your mansion this afternoon to check on Hinata, since it’s not like her to be absent for two days straight. When I got there I saw her running out of the gates! I went after her but God that girl can run!” He stared dreamily into the obsidian sky, as if the thought of Hinata being athletic was a major turn on.

Neji found the news very unexpected, that he and dog boy were on the same quest. “So you’ve been chasing her too all this time? Is she here? Have you found her?!” Neji wanted so bad for the tiring adventure to end.

Kiba plaintively shrugged. “I don’t know. I told Akamaru to sniff for Hinata, but he just led me to you.” He stared at Akamaru in mock disapproval. “I told you to look for the other Hyuuga! Bad Akamaru!”

Akamaru woofed guiltily, shielding his eyes in shame.

“At first he led me to that grocery store a few blocks back. I asked the clerks if they head seen Hinata, but they said the only person that came close was some fat girl with dark hair. So I guess we were a bit off.”

The stoic Hyuuga was still dazed by the situation. “Wait, wait! You pulled me into the bush! How did you know I was being followed?”

Kiba pressed his lips and thought about it for a second. “Oh that! Well, since you have almost the same scent as Hinata, he found you. We were around here when we noticed you. Then Akamaru said someone was following you, right boy?”

“Woof!”

“Yeah, and then we hid in the bushes and pulled you in. Who would have thought it would be some freak in a mask? Next time Hyuuga you better watch yourself when you come down these parts. You almost got killed if it weren’t for me!”

Neji was pleased when he finally got a grasp of the situation, but he would never admit the dog lover actually saved him from anything. “I could have taken care of myself fairly well Inuzuka. I am a Hyuuga after.”

Akamaru growled low while Kiba’s happy expression faded instantly. “You pompous ass. Next time Hyuuga, when the opportunity arises, I’ll just watch when someone stabs you in your glorious back!”

Neji simply smirked proudly, smug for the world to see. “Right, Inuzuka. The day I require your services is the day -”

Gunshot!

The older boy eeped and held Kiba in shock. Kiba however didn’t seem to notice the contact and turned completely pale. “What the hell was that?!” Akamaru whimpered.

When he had finally gathered his senses, Neji released the boy and picked up as much of his scattered dignity as he could. He cleared his throat. “I’m not sure, but I think that was a -”

Another gunshot was followed by a hideous looking convertible that passed them on the dimly lit asphalt. Neji, with the eyes he had, did not miss the unmistakable tuft of golden hair on the passenger’s seat of the mobile death trap. “Naruto?!”

Kiba jumped and looked in every direction. “Naruto?! Where?! Did he get shot?!”

Neji shook his head, gaze still lingering on the fading automobile. “No. He’s in the car.”

“Car?! What car?! Whose car?! Why would he be in a car?!”

The pale eyed teen didn’t bother responding to that. “We must follow him. I have a feeling that wherever he goes, so will Hinata.” He didn’t bother disclosing the real reason for pursuing the gorgeous blond.

Kiba just glared at the pavement. “I can’t. I’m supposed to be avoiding him.”

Neji rolled his white eyes in impatience and grabbed the protesting Kiba’s arm. “I don’t care. You wish to locate my cousin, do you not?”

He wasn’t too keen on being dragged by a conceited jerk, but he was, with Akamaru trailing behind. “Y-yeah but -”

“No buts. We’re going to find my cousin but I need your dog to do it.”

Kiba roughly pulled his wrist from Neji’s grasp. That was as good as a cry for help that he was gonna get. “Fine. But where are you going?”

“To my limo…”

“Limo? What limo?! I don’t see no limo!”

“It’s…its a few blocks back.”

Kiba growled in irritation. “Dammit Hyuuga, we’ll never catch up! Akamaru’s nose isn’t THAT strong. You’re riding with me.” It was his turn to do the pulling as he dragged the wriggling Hyuuga.

“You?! I don’t want to ride with you!” Indeed he didn’t. He didn’t even want to consider what filth the bipedal mutt drove in.

“Well, you haven’t got a choice. It’s either you ride or you run to your stinking limo without a hope of finding your cousin then.”

Neji knew when he was beaten. “Fine. So be it. Where is your vehicle?”

“Right there.” Kiba pointed.

All the sharp-eyed Neji could see was a motorcycle. “You have got to be joking.”

“Nope. That’s my baby. Would have preferred four legs though but what can I do?” Kiba stated with pride. He picked up his puppy and placed it on a basket between the handlebars. He took out a helmet and donned it on, while he handed a spare to a reluctant Neji. He kicked the ignition and motioned to Neji. “It’s now or ever Hyuuga. I can leave you behind you know?”

Neji gulped and prepared himself. He wasn’t used to riding on two wheels. Even bicycles were out of his league, his overprotective Hyuuga clansmen never given him the opportunity. He fastened his helmet, hoping it didn’t have any dog lice. He swung his legs behind Kiba and gripped on the handles at the sides.

“We’re going to go really fast so it’s best you hold on to me.”

Before Neji could complain they had accelerated from stationary to fifty miles an hour, weaving through traffic like an expert. He wrapped his arms around Kiba’s waist out of shear impulse. When his chest met Kiba’s back, he felt a sort of warmth that he couldn’t explain. His heart beat faster and his body felt warmer, he could even feel his chest getting soaked from the heat. He was startled out of his daze when Kiba spoke, or more accurately, shouted.

“Sorry if my back is a little wet! You see, when we crawled into the bushes, Akamaru got on my back! And so, because of the excitement, he couldn’t really hold it anymore and –”

Neji didn’t need to hear the rest as he screamed in revulsion, disentangling himself from Kiba. What happened was that Neji fell into the road and got run over by an angry pickup truck and a limo, and eventually he died.

Or at least that’s how Kiba remembered it.

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Gaara checked his rearview mirror and scowled when he noticed the amount of seemingly inconspicuous automobiles, along with a limo, tailing them. The stalkers were getting on his nerves. He hoped that the person he had trusted to protect their date from annoying perverts would do his job well.

Naruto hummed lightly on his seat, trying to forget his mounting discomfort as the car would continuously jerk and pull on his rope, and bouncing his butt on the rock hard seat. Annoyed by the silence, Naruto spoke. “Um, Gaara, where are we going exactly?”

Driving for a full five minutes, that thought had never actually crossed Gaara’s mind. “I don’t know, I was thinking we could just drive in a straight line until we get back to your house.”

Naruto wasn’t amused, though inside he was. “Haha…very funny. Is raccoon butt actually trying to be funny? Better luck next time sand in the ass.” He did not wanna spend that much time in Gaara’s crap car, or else he wouldn’t have an ass left once they get home.

Gaara smiled, he knew Naruto was just mocking him.

“No, seriously though. Where the hell are we going?”

The redhead stared straight at the road, not making any eye contact. “I honestly don’t know. Where do you wanna go?”

Getting to choose the destination piqued Naruto’s giddiness. “There’s this ramen stand I like! Let’s go there!”

Gaara squinted his eyes at the idea. “A ramen stand? I thought people go to restaurants on dates. You know…the ones that have tables?”

Naruto dejectedly slumped on his seat. “I guess you’re right. But I don’t really know any restaurants, not like I can afford them. Do you know any?”

Gaara couldn’t for the life of him know where anywhere was, it had already been established that he wasn’t a social being, not even to the smallest extent. “No I don’t. We’ll pick the next one we see okay?”

“Sure.” Naruto leaned back on the stiff cushion. He was a bit put off that Gaara was so moody and still very reserved. He hoped that he would loosen up. As he pondered these things he allowed his eyes to drift closed, just enjoying the wind on his face.

As Gaara checked his surroundings for any worthy eating establishments, he noticed Naruto taking a nap. He smiled for the umpteenth time that day, amazed by what being around something or someone you love could do to a person. He was about to run his fingers on Naruto’s whisker marks when he caught sight of a convertible speeding behind his own. It was of course a lot prettier than his, and a lot faster, as they managed to drive right beside them in no time at all.

He snarled when he took notice of the four beautiful women in the car, all of them eying the sleeping blond like a plate of fries. He hated them already, they were the stalkers he so despised. Ever since Naruto’s videos have been airing he had seen the increasing amount of eyes hooked on the blond prize. Glaring was all he could do to keep the bastards away.

He looked ahead and to his dismay the traffic light loomed closer in the distance. If they were to stop, he didn’t want to imagine the bloodshed. Yet again, he did if he would be able to gut the bitches without Naruto’s notice. He tried his best to glare the sluts away, but it only got him curses and tongues in return. Naruto groaned in his seat when the girls started calling out to him, with offers of pleasure.

“Hey cutie! Wanna ride with us?”

“We’ll treat you much better than that jerk, sweetie.”

“We can make sweet videos together!”

“Um…fuck me?”

Thankfully, Naruto was deep in slumber. Gaara tried speeding up, but the stalkers would only meet their pace. He nearly veered into the opposite lane when three of the girls started to simultaneously lifting their tops up, in hopes of arousing Naruto awake. It didn’t work.

Their exposed breasts jiggled with the wind as other cars crashed into eachother from the glorious sight. Gaara was then gripping the steering wheel so hard with the full intent of pulling it out and throwing at the flashing bitches. He decided to do something that was both risky and dangerous, but all in all, it was worth it. Gaara turned the steering wheel sharply to Naruto’s side and crashed right into the girl’s convertible. Two of them, too busy holding their tops up, did not have the chance to hold on to anything as they flew off the convertible, screaming to their deaths. The two remaining fanwhores, the driver and some other random chick stared behind them in horror, and they glared at Gaara in fury.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“If Naruto wasn’t in the car we’d fucking kill you!!”

All Gaara paid attention to was the road and Naruto, who miraculously hadn’t been hurt, or woken up, by the impact. The ropes had kept him in place, and though he groaned in discomfort, he continued to snore lightly. Gaara let out a breath but his driving skills were back on overdrive when his enemies rammed against him in vengeance, causing him to lose control and swivel out of the lane. He spun a 360 and ended up on the opposite lane. He moaned in dizziness when lights assaulted his vision and stared in horror as a truck was headed right at his direction. He put it to gear and accelerated to the right line, missing another car by inches. He was finally able to continue driving smoothly with Naruto drooling on his shoulder. If it was any other car, the impacts would have made quite some hideous dents. Hs heart beat erratically; stalkers were not to be taken lightly. Speaking of which, the same set of them once again drove beside them, snarling for not being able to kill them. The traffic lights were just a short distance ahead, and they were red. He posed himself for battle as the furious fanwhores prepared to ram again.

They would have done so to too if a gliding green thing didn’t land in their convertible. The girls screamed as the driver was choked making them swerve to a fire hydrant. Gaara could only stare in shock as he stopped at the red light, really not expecting that to happen. He thanked the gods for whoever saved them, even though he knew exactly who it was.

It was then that Naruto finally stirred from his slumber, yawning loudly and stretching. “God, I can’t believe I fell asleep. We’re supposed to be looking for restaurants.”

Gaara quietly marveled at his fortune. Naruto hadn’t been tainted by evil stalkers and best of all, their date hadn’t been ruined. It was the second time he truly felt lucky. First was being allowed to even be on the date. “It’s alright. I see restaurant over there. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Anything’s fine. But why the hell does my stomach hurt so much?” He grumbled groggily, rubbing his chaffed abdomen.

“Maybe you’re just hungry?”

“I guess…but it doesn’t explain these rope marks. Did we crash or something?”

Oh, if Naruto only knew, that and the fact that the world was open to all his secrets. He didn’t bother to answer as the light went green. Though some lights went on, Naruto remained completely in the dark.

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I split the chapter again…I would mention the terrible circumstances that led me to make that decision, but I’m just so darn tired. Next chapter will conclude the date arc.

Make me happy and review please.