Mind had no want to witness the visage of the man he knew well, thought burned with the comprehension did not change fact, however- his eyes were seeking fervently. As if yarning for self-immolation, to see and recognize one with the same name of his child, and then fall into the ever-churning pit of magma memory would burn; in comprehension, they were not the same. It was without his noticing the pebbled had begun to fly backwards from his feet each time he stepped- with each footfall there was no calm walk. Desperation began to cling faithfully unto his actions, determination so automatic he could not recognize its beginning; as it always had been. Logic was upon the vulture, high above him and visible, and yet out of reach. He was panting in his pace, and his teeth ground together in a control so lacking the very action itself was unfounded. By his own selfish thought, he was going forth to the cliffside, adrenaline pumping forward and painful throughout the blood in his veins. Frantic, following upon with nothing but screaming mind as he jumped upwards, only to land by a crash; too fast and landing on the edge at a tilt he, but he pushed himself to fall forward nonetheless, impacting heavy and unrestrained unto the grass. Small ripples of pain as his chest refused to rise properly for many moments, arms ringing in protest from having flown outwards in a vague, brief, effort to catch himself.

"Naruto! Jeez! Are you trying to injure yourself?!" The deep baritone stung his eardrums like a fearsome wind jutsu slamming into the chest, knocking away his breathing further- the sound too familiar to properly pretend it was not. Yet he still pushed himself up into sitting, ragged panting escaping his mouth, he took a moment to open his eyes, afraid already to see. He managed, finding the tall figure of the sannin above him, bent down and offering his hand in aid, Naruto swallowed closing his eyes once more, the building disappointment he knew he could have only expected throbbing more painful then his lung's wanton cries. However, once he forced himself to take action instead of sitting down as if a coward, as he stared upwards once more; he saw Jiraiya was blocking the sunlight with his figure and the glow dusted around him as an aura, all features of him shadowed where the bright sun did not reach. Jiraiya's hair was -as ever- a mane untamed was what covered the light most, but it had turned a deep black. Naruto could not see the red lines that adorned the sannin's face properly, even though he knew them to always be present. His face was strong formed, skin a marginally darker turning into a tanned tone. Almond sharp shaped eyes with simplistic black irises gazed down at him with a type of emotional warmth- all the more visible with the teasing smirk on his lips- a smirk so similar to the one that he had grown to love with ridiculous abandon.

So similar,

So familiar,

Too similar,

Too much to be a true coincidence.

Before thought caught, Naruto surged forward at shinobi speed, the ache forgone for the exhilaration filling all that he was; as water coming to a desperate man's lips. Thin fingers with purple nails and scraped palms grasped into thick crimson-toned fabric with devastating anguish and yen. Holding his upper body up and partially off the ground. Cerulean eyes had turned feral, near reddening from the maddening instinct controlling the blond's thoughts, irises flickering over the visage afore him with such focus one could throw a kunai into his back and the Omega would pay no heed. "Jiraiya." Fingers loosed a fraction, the whisper carrying heavy. Then those same hands once more tightened their grip, once again desperation fill his thoughts, and he yelled in a voice so yarning it cracked. "Jiraiya! You recognize me right?! Tell me you do!" The same chant echoed within his head, no sound could filter between the banging mantra. Blurred vision distorting the image of the sanin he clung to, the sight blurring to form a phantom of his homupowa afore his eyes. However, as he pleaded unto the deity that guided all, terror filled his body as a frown formed underneath midnight irises, and a serious expression morphed; lines curving at the bridge of a nose and eyebrows arching downwards. So comfortingly familiar, yet horrendously telling.

"Naruto. What is going on? Why are you acting like this?" The mother let his arms fall, let his body hit the dirt- with it his head slumped forward, putting his eyes to only witness the dripping of water falling and darkening the tone of the earth beneath him.Yet, the image meant nothing upon his mind, and was dismissed so quick his thoughts had no time to acknowledge it. Painful claws dig into his heart, slowly and slowly, with each passing second the pressure increasing, a tortuous stabbing which would enevitably result in blood oozing out and a fatal wound to form. Contiuiously, and continuously. Though, even as he had no want to hear, to listen or acknowledge- in pure instinct, Naruto's head lifted as Jiraiya spoke to him, his ears allowed the sound instead of vague mumbles as the birds had become. "Naruto, maybe we should go see a Mentality Specialist right now yeah?" He was so soft spoken, the blond's body winced to the sound of the gentle whisper, higher pitched and wrong. Nonetheless, he stood, limbs threatening to collapse beneath him, aching to as if standing were an affront, and even though no pain throbbed in his muscles. It was odd, but he payed it no heed, as his body control became unbalanced. Mind obstructed and each time it attempted to move a different muscle would move in place. He collided with a trunk because while his eyes worked well and vision was sharp- he was not looking, his shoulder throbbed from the impact yet no pain resonated in his brain. A sensation got through as his elbow was held up and his uncontrolled limbs were forced to follow the guidence of the sanin holding him upwards, still, his eyes were not seeing anything.

Sitting was hardly an issue however, his body collapsed downwards and splayed, unfocused, on a randomised chair. "Well, I'm not going to check it." Mumbled a voice seemingly distant to the blond, yet the man stood right before him.

In clearity: "Why the hell not?!" Once again a deep baritone vibrated in his ears, and the blond felt himself take a breath for the comfort the sound came.

"Oh please, this is probably just some freaky demonic thing, it probably happens all the time- besides its not allowed here." Quiter, but poinantly sharp.

"Stop calling him an 'it!' And a 'freaky demonic thing?!' are you serious!" Baritone.

"That is what it is." Sharpened.

"You're really starting to piss me off." Then there was a silence, then, as if reverberating around the walls, spreading over every surface and fractioning every molecule of dust; there came a deep growl.