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Escape Artist
By : sanlashix
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Summary: Seal master Uzumaki Naruto finally perfected a battle-use seal to rewind time for short moments. What the idiot forgot was that he tended to overdo things when in a pinch. MinaNaru, timetravel.

Chapter 7: Mayhem
Secured within the Hokage’s personal lounge, two men sat in grim silence.
Sarutobi closed his tired eyes for several seconds before opening them to reveal fiery determination mirrored in Haikage’s eyes. “We have two and a half years until war, meaning we have two and a half years to prepare ourselves in the way of training shinobi, forging alliances, and establishing an information network,” the Sandaime Hokage reiterated their agreed plan of action.
Haikage acknowledged him with a short nod. He revealed the details he had prepared for the late-night Kage Kaigi, the Shadow Assembly. “Hokage-sama, we will need to utilize all the time we have for the first task. In my timeline, none of the shinobi countries were prepared for war and therefore lacked power to defend and attack.”
“There is not much we can or need to do for the Academy students other than to add chakra and physical exercises into the curriculum. This will at least give them the skills to run from danger,” Haikage continued.
Sarutobi grimaced at the thought of children in war. The First Shinobi World War had begun before his birth, and all of his own childhood had been spent learning how to fight and survive. Many children had grown up believing war was the way of the world, and some never grew out of the mindset.
“It is the genin teams and chuunin which we will need to focus on,” Haikage continued. “It is best to set an ambitious training guideline for each team’s jounin-sensei to follow. When I was a genin, there were no established requirements, and our growth depended solely on the amount of effort the teacher was willing to contribute. My team only learned tree walking and a bit of sparring before our first Chuunin Exam. Hokage-sama, I refuse to allow unprepared child soldiers to become war sacrifices due to neglect.” He scowled in disgust as he remembered how ill-prepared they had been for Otogakure’s invasion. “For the chuunin, we can employ injured or retired shinobi to lead regular supplemental training sessions in every Ninja Art to monitor and improve their skills.”
“Finally, jounin should to be evaluated and grouped by specializations for advanced training in their particular field. Once they have gained a sufficient level of expertise, they can be matched with shinobi from other specialization groups to form well-rounded teams.”
Sarutobi nodded his approval. “Once the details are finalized, it will be implemented as soon as possible. I will handle the logistics.”
“Haikage-san, you will be primarily dealing with international relations. We must reduce the frequency of skirmishes along Land of Fire borders and establish alliances or peace treaties with smaller nations to determine which will fight with us, against us, or remain neutral. Since our major enemies will be Iwagakure and Sunagakure, our efforts will target the western nations.”
Haikage furrowed his brow. This was going to be slightly tricky. He would have to decide whether to use the Haikage’s black masked face or to recruit ambassadors to work under him. Going himself would ensure business was carried out tactfully, but that would take more time than he wished to spend on the task. Sending ambassadors would get the job done faster, but diplomacy depended on a subtle exchange of words which few could manage. The best was probably a combination of the two, with him making the initial visit and then sending ambassadors after the connection was made.
“Hokage-sama, I request several teams of politically inclined shinobi as ambassadors to those nations.”
“Granted. I will ask our Head Ambassador for recommendations.” He penciled a note. “That is enough for today. This concludes the Kage Kaigi. Good work Haikage-san.”
The tension dissipated.
“Now, Naruto, I was informed that you were attacked. Would you care to explain?” Sarutobi waited for him to elaborate with the air of a parent waiting impatiently for a naughty child to confess.
Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Uhh…well. I was ambushed.”
“Really, ambushed?”
Naruto vigorously nodded his head.
“Are you sure, Naruto?” Sarutobi asked casually but arched a strong eyebrow. “Because I heard you were bullied.”
Naruto’s eyes widened slightly and he froze.
“Is that true?”
Naruto pressed his lips firmly into a thin line and refused to say anything.
Now Sarutobi turned on his full parental glare. “Naruto.”
His lips turned into what could be mistaken for a pout. “Oh fine! Yes!” He surrendered with exasperation. “You know, it’s not very cool to advertise that you were bullied.”
Sarutobi hid a chuckle at the boy’s attitude by taking a drag from his pipe but couldn’t comprehend how this exceptional shinobi had gotten bullied. “Then?”
“We fought,” the Hunter-nin answered vaguely. His eyes slowly narrowed into a glare which could never win against those of an angry father.
“Naruto.” Sarutobi’s parental glare returned to counter Naruto’s petulant one.
“Okay, okay!” He gave in, mumbling about how Sandaime-Jijii should have exhausted his daddy vibes on Asuma and genin teams by this time of the day. “They trapped and ambushed me six-to-one in the training facility. We fought. I was tired and angry and pissed off that I couldn’t kill the assholes.” Naruto pouted, and then smirked smugly. “They got a bunch of hits in, but I gave better than I got and knocked four of them out.”
“Go on.”
Abruptly, his cocky attitude deflated and Naruto fidgeted in his seat, not looking so tough regardless of his Haikage attire. “I…uh…lost control, you know, from the injustice of it all. I was mad at them and everything else, so I started to draw on Kyuubi’s chakra. Minato woke me up before I did any damage.”
“I heard from Minato-kun that your injuries were not merely ‘a bunch of hits’.”
“Yeahhh, maybe a bit more…” Minato, you idiot. Naruto met Sarutobi’s eyes defiantly. “Just ask him if you want to know more, old man.”
Sarutobi sighed and wondered how the blonde could be a cold, professional killer in one moment and revert to a rebellious teenage boy the next. His multiple personas were so well constructed to fit each respective situation, and in all his years as a shinobi, Sarutobi had never seen someone so well-versed in their application. Naruto was not lying when he called himself the Master of Deception. “Very well. I have a mission for you, Uzuhara Naruto, Tokujou of Infiltration & Reconnaissance. I will send the details to your room later. Now, go to bed young man!”
“Ugh…what’s wrong with old geezers?” He grumbled not so quietly under his breath. “It must be their stiff joints.” He laughed and escaped the room before Sandaime-Jijii could throw another writing utensil as a senbon.

A week ago, a disheveled Naruto had knocked on Minato’s door and told him he was leaving for a week-long mission as Tokujou, then rushed off before he could reply, obviously running late. Now Minato was impatiently awaiting his return, contemplating why he was waiting at all. He’d never before waited for anyone’s return without setting up an agreed place and time prior to departure.
Uzuhara Naruto was a fascinating specimen to study. He had suddenly dropped into his life and proceeded to strew his orderly mind every which way. Originally, he had wanted to help the owner of the pain-filled chakra, but after the boy ran out on him for no reason, Minato couldn’t stop thinking about him; in the span of two days, he had turned Minato into a Jiraiya-worthy stalker.
Naruto was a mass of contradictions. He was heartbroken but lively, aloof but friendly, reckless but calculating, unpredictable but brilliant, world-weary but pure at heart, weak but strong, and so many more. The first time they met in the laundry room, Minato thought he had walked into a battlefield. Angry, devastated chakra emitting howls of emotional pain mixed with the scent of blood permeating through air almost made him gag until he saw a boy furiously scrubbing his blood-soaked uniform, a uniform he only noticed later to be of a Hunter-nin. He had impulsively called out and unintentionally frightened the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy enough for him to make a frantic escape. Minato didn’t know what had come over him when he realized he was looking at the ANBU Headquarters’ dorm assignments for the new tenant’s identity. Uzuhara Naruto. Interesting name.
Their meetings afterwards were non-existent until the Hunter-nin’s Shinobi Assessment. Uzuhara was good. Better than good. Good enough to fight on par with him in a mock battle. He was unpredictable and wild and had thrown Minato into confusion for half of the match. First that underground chakra technique, then the wakizashi taijutsu form, the use of seals with shadow clones, his exhilaratingly complex chakra, and Gamabunta. Okay, that undeniably amounted to more than half…
Then, he discovered Uzuhara had a past saturated with physical and emotional suffering. How was he still functional? Yet, Yamanaka-san had described that tortured mind as beautiful. From Yamanaka-san’s descriptions and his own experiences with the blonde, Minato had to agree.
Uzuhara didn’t make sense. Still, Minato had the illogically overwhelming desire to become this troublesome boy’s – no, man’s – friend. No person could remain a boy after what he’d gone through. He had found later that the Hunter-nin was much more broken than he showed outwardly, and Minato was honored to have his help accepted.
In the days following, Naruto had shown more swings between extreme emotions, but it seemed Minato had become accepted as a friend, perhaps his only friend excluding the Sandaime Hokage. Now, that was truly gratifying. Minato had achieved a position of trust and reliance, and Naruto, though he didn’t know it, had achieved the same with Minato.
Which must be why he was waiting, Minato sighed. He was fixated.
He wondered what Naruto was doing on the mission. He had said something about Tokujou and Infiltration. From what Minato had seen during their match, Naruto was excellent at deception – maybe the best – which would make him perfect for infiltration and espionage.
Minato jumped at three raps on his door. Naruto!
Beyond the doorway, he saw the Hunter-nin smiling tiredly up at him.
“Hi, I’m back. Missed me?”
Minato grinned at the playful tone, but concern filled his eyes. “You look exhausted. Are you alright?”
Naruto rolled his eyes and grumbled, “I swear, you ask that every time we see each other.” Then he looked hopefully at the taller blonde. “Have you had lunch? I’m hungry.”
Minato held back a laugh. That was Naruto’s offhand version of how Minato would have phrased: ‘Regardless of whether you’ve already eaten, will you accompany me to lunch?’
After an amused nod, they walked through the halls. As tired and oblivious as Naruto was, he didn’t notice the stares and whispers, but Minato noticed and felt dread fill him. His emotionally unbalanced friend might not be ready to face an awestruck crowd, and much less any fear-driven ostracism.
Moments after they entered the cafeteria, the entire room fell silent. Now, Naruto noticed. His face showed alarm and horrified realization that his loss of control in the training facility was the cause of this reaction; his normally expressive face hardened into cold, blank stone. In a controlled, monotonous voice, Naruto spoke. “Minato, shall we proceed?” Without looking to see if he followed, the Hunter-nin took measured steps to the food bar.
The ANBU in the room watched Naruto silently until he disappeared from sight. Whispers erupted around the large room. When Naruto appeared again, this time with a tray of food, the whispers again faded into silence. “Minato, let’s sit over there.” Naruto pointed at a table near two exits – two escape routes.
As they began eating, a man walked over to them. Naruto’s chopsticks froze halfway, and his shoulders tensed.
“Excuse me. Uzuhara-san right…?” The man started carefully but gained enthusiasm as he spoke. “I just wanted to say great job last week. Thanks for putting Jackal in his place. You were awesome! I’m Ferret, by the way. It’s nice to meet you!”
Naruto’s stiff expression cracked into one of wariness and bewilderment followed soon after by a twitch of his lips. Minato grinned.
“Um, thanks Ferret-san. I didn’t really do anything though,” came the tentative reply.
“No way! You kicked ass. Just call me Ferret. If you ever need anything or want to hang out, swing by room 220.” After waving goodbye, the man walked away, humming happily.
Naruto stared incredulously after the man who had swept through like a mini storm and then to Minato who was still grinning. “Wha…?”
Minato thought a silent, heartfelt thank you to Ferret. “They consider you a hero for beating Jackal. Many of the ANBU who joined in the last four years were bullied by him. He might be a jerk, but he’s skilled on missions, which is why we haven’t been able to dismiss him. He went too far last week, though, so he was sent to Torture & Interrogation and put on probation for a few months. He might even get kicked out.”
“And…beware the crowd of Uzuhara Naruto worshippers heading our way,” he warned merrily.
Naruto scanned his wide eyes around the cafeteria and eeped in a way Minato could only describe as adorable. He saw a faint blush appearing on the Hunter-nin’s cheeks which turned into a full flush as more people showered him with their gratitude.
Minato cheerfully resumed eating, watching a flustered Naruto trying to deny the weight of his actions. It took two hours for the ‘hero’ finished his lunch, and Minato had enjoyed watching every second of it. Naruto’s smiles now came easier and brighter, and there was less hesitancy in his interactions.
“So, what did you think?” Minato asked in amusement as they walked out.
Naruto’s blush returned along with a grin as he recalled the events. “It was strange…but good.”
Minato nodded and slung an arm around Naruto’s shoulders, an action quickly becoming one of his favorites. “Great, because you’ll be getting more of that tonight, tomorrow at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and probably for the rest of the week. Not with the same intensity though.”
Naruto’s eyebrows rose in surprise but a moment later, confusion set in. “Why weren’t they scared of my red chakra? Everyone’s always hated me for it.”
Minato ruffled Naruto’s hair playfully. “Many ANBU shinobi have unusual skills or bloodlines, so being different isn’t a big deal here. To us, your other chakra is just your own unique tool for fighting.”
At these words, Naruto slowly formed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. It wasn’t wide or dazzling but soft and sweet. His eyes were bright and serene. He looked as if a significant weight had been lifted and was finally at peace with something. Minato felt his heart skip a tiny beat and his chakra jump; he never before wanted a camera as badly as he did now.
“Naruto, would you like to spend the afternoon in my room?”
The shorter blonde grinned and nodded. “That sounds great if you don’t mind that I do a bit of work first.”
Minato returned the grin with one of his own and steered his friend to their rooms for Naruto to collect his materials. He returned to Minato’s room twenty long minutes later with several scrolls, papers, and writing utensils which were all dumped in a messy pile on Minato’s bed.
“What are those for?” Minato leaned over curiously to study the collection. “Advanced sealing, henge, clones, and medical jutsu theories.”
“I’m trying to come up with a more permanent Henge and long-lasting Kage Bunshin in the form of seals. They’d come in handy during my infiltration missions.” Naruto explained absently, already beginning to formulate ideas in his mind.
Minato froze when his fingers fiddled with one of the scrolls. “Naruto…are you allowed to have these library scrolls?”
“Mmm…not really.” The younger blonde shot him a shit-eating grin. “It’s their fault security was lax enough for me to nick them. That librarian’s snores covered up any noise I made. He sounded like the group of giant wild boar that attacked me in the Forest.”
“I see…” Perhaps it would be wiser to feign ignorance. “Well, if you need a sounding board, I’m always available.”
Naruto nodded gratefully and crawled eagerly to his loot.
A short while later, Naruto was on his stomach, stretched across Minato’s shins, and scribbling furiously while Minato sat against the wall working through his routine chakra control exercises. He was amused that Naruto had subconsciously spread across the bed while studying, only frowning at Minato’s legs for an instant before shrugging and plopping down over them to get comfortable in what he guessed was his friend’s typical reading arrangement.
Minato found he liked the company and the comfortable silence with Naruto in this position except for one thing: Naruto’s bent legs and feet swinging lazily up and down through the air. Naruto just being there was pleasantly distracting, but the lazy motions of the feet were making it difficult for him to concentrate on a particularly difficult exercise. When he had lost focus for the fifth time, Minato glared at the swinging legs. He didn’t have the heart to tell Naruto to stop, but he could tease him a bit.
Minato focused his chakra on his shins and carefully nudged it down to Naruto’s legs. Naruto immediately paused his writing but didn’t interrupt, obviously curious to see what Minato planned to do. Once the warm chakra spread to form a thin layer around both of Naruto’s feet, Minato wiggled it. Naruto let out a yelp at the sudden tickling sensation on the underside of his feet, almost causing him to fall off the bed.
“Minato! What was that for?” Naruto exclaimed.
“Chakra control exercises,” Minato answered innocently.
“Liar.” Naruto directed a glare at the other, still oblivious to the fact that it was ineffective.
The culprit smirked. “You were distracting me, so I thought it would be fun to distract you back.”
The Hunter-nin scowled. “Okay, I’ve been successfully distracted. Now I’m not letting you get away with it.” A glint of something flashed through his eyes. “You offered to be a sounding board, so I’m going to take you up on the offer.”
Minato suddenly wasn’t sure if that had been a good idea. Naruto was planning something, and he knew he was going to come out the worse for wear. Last time, he’d been swept off his feet, blown up more than once, and electrified. This time…
Minato shuddered.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m just going to diagnose you.”
“Diagnose me…for what?” Minato asked apprehensively.
“Weeeell, I’m worried about something.” Naruto studied Minato intently. “Do you remember the Oiroke no Jutsu I used on Sandaime-Jijii? It should have affected you, but it didn’t. So I’m worried.”
Minato looked at Naruto as if he had grown another head. “Worried that I didn’t react to a jutsu for perverts?”
Naruto nodded sagely. “It works on everyone else.”
“That’s because I’m not a pervert!”
“Even if you aren’t, there should at least have been a teeny-tiny hint of a reaction.” Naruto stepped to the center of the room.
“Oiroke no Jutsu!”
With a puff, a voluptuous naked Naruko stood in place of Naruto, covered strategically but scantily by clouds. “See, no reaction to nudity. Let’s change it up.”
Puff, slender. Puff, brunette. Puff, older woman. Puff, Hyuuga. Puff, muscular. Puff, pale. Puff. Puff. Puff. Puff, red hair.
Minato averted his eyes.
“Aha! A reaction!” Naruko exclaimed gleefully.
“I know someone with red hair, and it’s rude to them!” Minato defended, trying to force down his slight blush.
“Oh? You know someone? But you know Hyuuga and Inuzuka too.” Red-haired Naruko smirked evilly. “At least you’re not asexual. Now let’s see if you’re bi.”
“Naruto…” Minato began dangerously. “What are yo…”
“Oiroke no Jutsu: Sexy Man!”
A naked, scantily covered man with the same red hair stood before him. “Hmm, no?”
Puff, buff. Puff, spandex. Puff, Itachi. Puff, elderly (“Naruto! That’s gross!”). Puff. Puff. Puff.
“Alright, guess not.”
Naruto reverted back to himself.
Minato blushed beet red.
Silence.
Minato fidgeted.
Naruto gaped.
Minato looked at him fearfully.
“Y-Y…you…you’re a narcissist!”
Minato’s eyebrows shot up.
Then he palmed his face in both relief and despair, Ughhh, Naruto, I don’t think that’s it…
“Idiot! Just put some clothes on!”
He looked down in confusion. “Oh, oops!”
The fearsome ANBU Captain Namikaze Minato, code-named Cheetah, wished he could shrink away and hide under his bed.
Once back in proper clothing, Naruto didn’t stop grinning. “Blond hair and blue eyes! Wow, I never thought… in love with yourself? Really? Minato is a narcissist…” He repeated in an annoying sing-song voice.
“Shut up.” Minato growled, still pink in the face. If only that were true, he thought to himself and forcefully changed the subject. “Naruto! Show me what seals you’ve come up with.”
Naruto grinned even wider at Minato’s efforts at evasion but complied, apparently satisfied with the mayhem he had created for the day.
The rest of the afternoon was spent completing the seals. With two of the best Seal Masters working together, they created a sturdy seal which could stabilize a Henge by two seal points and another which would allow Kage Bunshin to draw chakra from sources in its the vicinity.
As they cleaned up for dinner, Naruto brought out the blackmail. “If you treat me to ramen, I won’t tell that Minato is a narcissist.”
Minato groaned inwardly. Naruto was never going to let this go…

As they neared the ramen stand, Minato waved happily at someone at a distance. “Hey, Kushina!”
Naruto’s breath hitched. Kushina; Uzumaki Kushina; his future mother; the ex-vessel of Kyuubi.
He turned to take a glance…
She was beautiful and alive. That made her even more beautiful.
Uzumaki Kushina looked up from where she was walking away from Ichiraku and grinned widely. Is that a blush on her face? “Minato, you bastard! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you!”
…Aaaand she acted like Uzumaki Naruto before the trauma and his life in general: brash and loud.
Naruto couldn’t stop staring. He now remembered how many features he had inherited from her. His mouth, always grinning widely. The shape of his eyes, rounder than his father’s. His figure, narrower and definitely not as tall as his father’s.
He would have continued to stare and compare, but he abruptly felt a strange tug in his stomach and knew the cause instinctively. Kyuubi! He had to get out of there! Now! But before he could move, Minato had slung an arm over his shoulders and was steering them in her direction.
With every step closer, the tug grew more obvious. They were thirty feet away.
‘Kyuubi?’
‘Her seal wants to pull parts of me back, but your newly reinforced seal is much stronger and will not break. However, she is most likely feeling the tug as well.’
Naruto groaned in dismay. The tug wasn’t really bad, just strange. The really bad part was that his mother would know something was up.
“Hey, Naruto. What’s wrong?” Minato stopped and looked down at him.
“I-I’m fine.” Naruto replied nervously. He was about to give an excuse to leave, but a loud groan interrupted him.
“Kushina!” Minato ran over to her as she squatted, clutching her stomach.
“Ugh, my stomach feels awful,” she groaned again.
“How awful?” Minato squatted with her and began rubbing her back.
“I don’t know. Awful. I…I think I might have eaten too much…”
“…eaten too much…?” Minato echoed incredulously.
“Uh huh…I had two more bowls than usual…,” she confessed, rocking forward and backward as if trying to relieve the pressure.
‘Two more bowls than usual, she says.’ Naruto repeated to Kyuubi, flabbergasted.
The demon fox laughed aloud. ‘Yes, she was always rather clueless, much like you were. What she feels is no doubt the seal, but because her seal is much weaker, it is worse for her.’
“Minato, you idiot. This is your fault!” She missed a punch to his arm. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“My fault…?” The ANBU Captain looked lost and frantic before pulling her up to her feet. “Uhh, Kushina, hold on. I’ll help you home, okay? Just please don’t throw up…”
‘Kit, you should follow for some time while maintaining this distance.’ Kyuubi advised. ‘If you leave now, and she recovers immediately, she may connect the discomfort to you. You can separate after several blocks.’
Naruto followed them from the shadows. The two staggered slowly down the street with Kushina trying to defend her ramen and Minato nodding along to appease her. He maintained the distance of about thirty feet.
Strangely, the tug was almost unnoticeably declining in strength. Naruto wouldn’t have known if Kyuubi hadn’t informed him.
‘I have a theory that proximity over time may cause the connection to weaken. Let us experiment, kit.’
Naruto decreased the distance between him and his mother by fifteen feet. The tug shot up exponentially, and she began to sob. The pressure didn’t decline even after several minutes.
‘I feel the pull strengthening when we are at this short of a distance.’ Kyuubi panted at the strain but waved off Naruto’s concern. ‘Let us now test the distance of forty feet.’
The tug almost disappeared. He could also see his mother relaxing.
‘The seals have no effect on each other after a certain distance.’ Kyuubi regained his composure. ‘Decrease the distance gradually.’
The tug increased again, but when he reached what he estimated to be around twenty-five feet, the tug spiked up in strength. His mother cried out again.
‘You cannot go any closer than this, or we will be tied even more tightly. However, if you remain at around this distance, the connection is balanced will start to weaken.’
Naruto arched his eyebrow at the demon fox. ‘So, Kyuu…that pretty much means I’m going to be stalking her for a while.’
‘Kit, you stalked the Uchiha boy for years. It should be second nature for you by now.’
‘Ugh, don’t bring that up. At least not now. I’m starving, and I want ramen.’ Naruto complained. ‘Let’s go back and wait.’
He waited at Ichiraku for Minato. He sat without ordering and waited diligently. He waited some more. An hour later, he couldn’t wait any longer and ordered several bowls. Then he waited again. Half an hour later, he ordered several more bowls. And waited.
Naruto felt his heart sink.
Minato wasn’t coming.
He’d been forgotten, and it was by his only friend in this time. Forgotten and abandoned. There was no way her seal still hurt, so why wasn’t he here yet?
Naruto scowled. Minato hadn’t spared a single glance back at him when he left with his mother, but of course it should be expected. He should have expected it, but the days spent with Minato had been so good that he had completely forgotten Minato was his father, the same one he resented for abandoning him even if he did it for a good reason.
He remembered clearly now that this wasn’t timeline, and Minato was to belong to his mother in this future. He needed to get used to the idea that he couldn’t be close to them because, at most, he could only hold the position of a best friend which made him an outsider. Naruto didn’t have the right to infringe upon their happiness. They wouldn’t know what to do with a son their own age, and even if he used his time jutsu to revert to his baby form, little Naruto would end up with a tortured adult mind who didn’t know how to behave within a normal family.
Minato couldn’t be his because in the end, he would be his mother’s and little Naruto’s.
His happiness at seeing his mother withered. Naruto felt like crying. This was why he had tried to stay away from human interactions, because these people weren’t his. He shouldn’t get close to people here because no new relationship could replace the ones he had with his precious people. Human interaction between him and the people of this world were insubstantial and mere distractions. He didn’t need or want any of it, or so he tried to convince himself.
Naruto looked up to the cloudy sky with jaded eyes before hardening his resolve. It was time to get his seals tattooed, run some important errands, and start saving Konohagakure like he had vowed to.
Naruto felt ugly in his jealousy.

Next chapter: Naruto’s resolve. Can Minato fix this?
May 27, 2012
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