>>28191 >Needs more Naruto.
He felt something odd.
That’s the only way Uzumaki Naruto, young blond boy who started his last year at the Academy since a few days ago, could describe what he was feeling while eating his lunch. He also knew it wasn’t the first time it happened, but he never found out who watched him.
Since morning, Naruto threw a glance behind every ten minutes until Iruka caught him and told him to concentrate on the lesson. That still didn’t stop the uneasy feeling. He also decided it might be the reason he hadn’t tried any pranks that day. After all, it wouldn’t be good if someone warned the others of a prank he made.
“What the heck is wrong with you?”
Naruto turned to see who had spoken. Kiba was looking at him, with Akamaru perched at the top of his head.
“Don’t you feel like someone is watching us somewhere?” Naruto asked. Since he couldn’t pinpoint where that person was, he decided to swallow his pride and ask someone else to help. No sense in staying uneasy for the rest the day.
“What are you talking about? Akamaru, do you smell anything?”
The dog lifted his head and sniffed the air twice. He knew his master wasn’t speaking about that white-eyed girl hidden behind a tree at the moment since he said to find something unusual. After searching for a few more seconds, he barked his answer back.
“He doesn’t smell anything. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head or something or are you finally going to admit you’re crazy?”
“Shut up, dog-boy.”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’m not the one having a paranoia attack right now. If there was someone nearby doing something suspicious, Akamaru would have smelt him.”
“Say the one who walked around with a sign on his back for 4 hours.”
Kiba was going to say something, but held back his words, remembering the humiliation from last year. He still hadn’t figured out how and when Naruto managed to put “I love wearing skirts” on his back that day. Nobody had said a word and it wasn’t until he was a home that he finally knew something was wrong when he saw his sister on the verge of laughing openly at him. To make matters worse, the lesson that day was about being aware of changes in your surroundings. So he wasn’t surprised the next morning when Iruka told him as soon as he entered the class to pay attention to the lesson instead of goofing off.
It took around two weeks to salvage his pride from that prank.
It wasn’t the first time she observed him.
She found him by chance, when she travelled to see if anything was worthy of her attention. She wondered for a moment why a young boy was being so cheerful one moment, when he was with someone else just to start being depressed as soon as they left, when no one else but him and her, hidden, was there.
She left then since nothing else was going to happen. Then she came back the next day, wondering how he was. She found him running from another man, a ninja she learned, that looked like a bucket of paint fell on him. Then she saw him deciding it he enough of running and transforming into a very… well-endowed girl which sent the ninja unconscious from a nosebleed.
She actually let out a chuckle at that. She wondered if that would work where she came from.
Since then, she came back once in a while to watch him. She, of course, saw how well he was treated by the others and she herself could sense something unusual about the boy. She gathered information about him and found out he was quite more interesting than what she first thought. She never thought before an human could be this interesting.
“After all, not everyone is the jailor of a demonic Nine-tailed fox.”
As soon as she learned that particular information, some things made sense to her while others didn’t. She knew humans could be silly in the way they glared at someone who was totally innocent about what happened when the demon attacked them. Not only the real target of the glare couldn’t see them, but she was sure it wouldn’t even be bothered by it. But she wondered why no one bothered to train the boy. With that much power inside him, the boy could be a living juggernaut.
But no one bothered to research the seal to strengthen it, to make sure the demon would never get out or avoid side-effects from using it or help the boy get past the trouble he had from his special condition. She knew humans wouldn’t dare mess with the work of a being higher than them, but the lack of attention was simply infuriating.
That problem was also something that was on her mind. The boy grew up alone, lived alone and, unless she missed some since she wasn’t watching him all the time, she could count on her hands the few persons who would actually care much if the boy went missing.
She knew of no human who could live like this, alone and being glared as if his existence was a sin, and not go insane. She knew that even she would be at the very least irritated if almost all the people she knew avoided or ignored her for as long as this boy had suffered.
So she decided, that day, to act that night. She was sure the boy would be a very interesting addition to her family. She also knew some persons who could help with his foxy problem. She wanted to see how strong he could become if someone intelligent, like she, took care of him.
And she doubted he would refuse. He wanted attention. He wanted to escape the almost permanent solitude he was living in. He wanted someone who would help him become stronger.
She was already grinning in anticipation of the meeting.