AN// This Chappie might be short and will be full of pathetic fight scenes. You have been warned.

I strapped my weapon pouches on, and tied my headband securely around my forehead. Sasuke and Tsunade had left for Konoha, and Shikamaru decided to stay. I sent him to the underground fights so he could get some money and make a name for himself, while I went to the shadiest place in Japan.

My phone rang. I flipped it open. "Hello? Haruhi?" Haruhi seemed distressed.

"First you and Shikamaru disappear to God knows where and now I'm dealing with a sulking Tamaki-senpai. When will you be back?!" Her voice was full of exasperation.

"Hopefully by tomorrow, around midday. Why?"

"Oh, No reason..... Just hurry. No Tamaki-senpai! I gotta go, bye!"

I sigh. I turn off my phone and slip into the hazy bar. A grubby man walked up to me. "Uzumaki?" I nod.

"Follow me. Your client is waiting for you." Client my ass.

I hated to resort to this, but I needed to pay off the debt to the Host club.

I walk through the curtain as wave off the cigarette smoke, coughing lightly.

"So you are Uzumaki Naruto, the most feared man in the Japanese underground. I heard you have a knack for stealth, no?" The accent was Italian, and I scrunched my nose up in distaste. He smelled of.... ugh. Just ugh.

"I suppose. I mean, I defeated an entire army in the blink of an eye. Of course the army was just a large Mafia gang that took over Kyoto temporarily, but still." I feel the foxtails slithering all over my body as my left eye turned red, with a foxlike slit.

The Man shuddered. "So, will you accept the job?"

I hummed, but it sounded more like a rumble, and he nodded. "However,  I must take the payment up front. To know that you trust me, and so that I can trust you."

The man went to protest but I leveled him with a cold crimson gaze. The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a case. Inside was 8,500,000 yen. I grabbed the case and it disappeared into the seal on my palm. 

"A pleasure doing business with you. Target will be dead by sundown."

I vanished, reappearing in a slightly better part of town. The man wanted the leader of the local Mafia dead, and the entire mafia wiped out. I unsealed a kunai and casually strolled through the door.

"Hey! Who the hell- urk!" I swiped my kunai across his throat, and Crimson flowed out. My eyes start to fog up, as my mind goes into a protective state. A psychotic laugh escapes me and my crimson eyes gleam. My white hair shifted in an unnatural breeze, and I flash through the mafia house, killing everyone before they even realized it. Soon I stood before the cowering leader. I knew I'd have nightmares about his terror filled face for a while.

"I'm so terribly sorry sir." I laugh. It's high pitched, nearly shrill. "But I'm afraid I need your head." I cut through skin, muscle, vein, and bone as his head flew off. I channeled a large amount of chakra to the head, forcing it to substitute with a shuriken I left at the Man's feet.

Slowly I came out of the psychotic mindset, and one eye faded back to blue as I collapsed. I wept for the men I killed, and I stared at myself in the mirror. One red eye, and One blue eye stared back. I was crying blood from my crimson eye, yet it didn't burn. It soon faded to blue too, and the only way you could tell I had gone crazy was the blood drenching my clothes, my hair, smeared on my face. I teleported home, where I walked past a slightly worn out Shikamaru.

"Don't ask." I ordered. I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, not even stripping as I stepped right into the freezing rain. I curled up into the fetus position, the water turning red around me. Soon my skin began to numb and I looked over myself. I was clean. Then I looked at my hands. I flinched. My hands were covered in blood. I scrubbed them raw under the freezing water, but more blood just coated my hands.

"It won't wash off... it won't wash off...why won't it wash off!" I kept scrubbing, and the water began to turn red once more.

"It WON'T WASH OFF!" A loud keening noise reached my ears, and I became aware It was coming from me.

Strong arms lifted me from my frozen position. I felt my flak jacket being torn off, as well as the rest of my clothes. A towel was wrapped around me, as well as bandages around my hands. I just stared blankly at nothing.

"'Ruto...." Shika carried me to my room, and laid me on the bed. He stripped himself and crawled into bed next to me, trying to warm me up with his body heat. I find myself drifting off into a deep slumber, and I cried for the men I killed.

I apparently slept until afternoon the next day, and woke up crying. I was depressed, and tried multiple times to put my mask on while I picked at my food. Finally Shika sighed, and began force feeding me. I had bags under my eyes, which were dull, and Shika had to dress me.

"You told Haruhi you'd be there. Snap out of it." he said, and dragged me to school. I heard stuff moving a couple yards away, and watched the other Host's act out parts that were being filmed by who I recognized as a well known filming crew from Hollywood. I begin to draw myself out of my barely functioning state, and stopped leaning heavily on Shika. I started rebuilding my mask, so no one would see that something was wrong. I plastered a neutral look on my face, which I imagined was similar to Sai's, before he learned how to feel.

My body, which had felt cold ever since I-. anyways, It's been cold since yesterday. But slowly, I could feel a warmth spread through me, starting from my fingertips, and getting hotter. It was like I had held my hands out over a fire. I watched as Honey-senpai tried to act like a thug, while Mori just spoke in a monotonous voice with no change in expression. 

Haruhi didn't look too enthusiastic either. Naruto almost felt a smile grow on his face, but it died just before it made it that far. The warmth seemed to be spreading faster now though, as he watched his friends act.

"Naruto." I turned to Shikamaru.

"Yeah Shika?" I asked softly.

"You need to hurry up and get it together. Talk with someone, even if it's Kurama. Find someone. I'm here for you, Haruhi, Sasuke, Kakashi, Iruka, Mori, and maybe, maybe someone who would accept you and all your faults."

I look down, and force a cheerful glint in my eye as a grin stretched across my face. I look up.

"Don't worry! I'm fine! But, if I really need someone to talk to, I'll find someone. Now, I need to pay off me and Haru's eight million yen debt." I look for Haruhi and see her following a girl around the corner of the setup. I make my way over.

"ng to do with me!" I heard a male voice finish. I round the corner and see some guys push a girl toward some movie equipment. Without thinking I move behind her as she knocks into me and the movie equipment falls on top of me. And then I realize...

I'm all warm.

The warmth buzzed throughout me, and I pulled a piece of glass from my cheek, and went to stand. Before I could, I felt something slide down my arm. It was blood. and there was a metal shard in my arm. I shrugged and pulled it out. I stood, and swayed as a dizzy spell hit me. 

"Naruto!" Haruhi exclaimed. She turned to the girl I had saved.

"You see!? You are taking it too far. Naruto could have-"

"I'm fine Haru."

Haruhi turned to me, and I noticed she was trying not to cry. I walk forward and hug her, neither of us caring about the blood soaking her clothes. The cut on my cheek was probably healed, but my arm would take longer.

"HARUHI!" I look over and see a wide eyed Tamaki. He also looked angry, and turned to the two guys, slamming them up against the wall and shouting at them. He didn't seem to notice me, though I was right next to Haruhi.

"Which one of you assholes did this!?" He shouted.

"W-wait, Suoh! We didn't mean to cause trouble, this girl was buggin' us an' givin' us a hard time!"

"I'm fine Tamaki-senpai, It's not my blood. And, they're telling the truth. Renge, you can't go around stereotyping people. If you do, you'll never see who they are inside."

"Not your blood? Then whose is it?"

"It's mine. I show my still healing arm which had thankfully stopped bleeding. Then I notice Haruhi's uniform. "Crap Haru, I ruined your uniform!"

She looked at the huge bloodstain on her back, which she could feel beginning to seep through her undershirt and Tank top. "It's okay, but I don't want your blood on my back, so can you..."

I nodded. "Tamaki, close your eyes. Renge, you too." They gave me confused looks, but did as I asked. I grab Haruhi and teleport to the club room, where She ripped off her uniform blazer, undershirt, and tank top, leaving her in her bra. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and handed it to her. I was left in a muscle shirt, and she slipped my shirt, luckily unbloodied as I had carefully eased it off as to not get any blood on it.

She put it on and I laughed as my shirt went down to her knees. I unseal some ninja wire and tie it up. It was easier to tell that she was a girl, but there were no students here as it was afterschool. Just to be safe I used my chakra to shroud her in a henge. It was a heavy strain even on my reserves, but I could hold it until we got home at least. Sweat beaded my brow as I told Harhi of the henge. She just nodded, and I smiled, panting. Holding a sealess henge on another living object was hard, and my reserves were draining fast. I blocked Kurama from refilling them, he needed his chakra.

'Kit.....du.....diot.....me....elp....kra..' Seems he was finally waking up, and wasn't happy.

'I'm fine Kurama.' Hoping he heard, Haruhi and I left, walking casually back to the group who were looking for something. 

"They're probably looking for us. C'mon Naruto."

We walk over, and I see a smashed camera lense. "Shit!" I curse under my breath. The fucking camera could have caught my Shunshin!

"Naruto? What's wrong?"

I take a deep breath and try to play it off. "Nothing Haru, my cut stings, that's all."

She raised a brow but nodded. I walk over to the camera guy and his crew. They look at me, and I knew. They saw.

"Hey." I start. "I know you guys saw. Can you cut that bit out, and never tell anyone?"

The head cameraman walked up to Naruto. "Why should we?"

I sigh. Only one way to do this with resorting to terrifying them. I pull out my wallet.

"I'll give you nine million yen." I say, holding out the money.

"Nine million five hundred thousand." the cameraman said. I growled, eyes flashing and pulled out an extra 500,000 yen. "There. You've backed me into a corner. You the rich hollywood cameramen who I'm sure live comfortable lives with your families taking all the money a seventeen year old orphan worked his ass off to get. I hope you and your families are happy."

The man looked a little guilty, and I turned to leave, catching Haruhi's eye. I remembered the henge, and felt a dizzy spell hit. I fell to my knees, panting. Haruhi runs over. "Naruto!"

I whisper, "I'm fine, just need to eat something." My chakra should then stabilize. A wad of bills are shoved in my face. It was three million yen. 

"Here kid. We'll cut the footage and keep yer secret." Haruhi takes the bills and puts the in my wallet. The crew leaves, stopped by Kyoya, and that's all I see before I pass out.

"-oublesome." 

I fade in and out of consciousness as I feel my body being picked up and the steady movement of walking.

"-ank you Shi-"

"-o proble-"

"So how much did Na-"

I finally succumb to sleep.

No POV

Haruhi walks next to Shikamaru, who was carrying Naruto, who had passed out.

"Thank you Shikamaru, for doing this." She says.

"It's no problem. I'm used to it. This baka would train until he passed out whenever he got the chance. He always goes all out."

They are silent for a few minutes.

"So how much did Naruto win at the underground fights this time?" Haruhi asked.

Shikamaru looked uncomfortable. "Uh.... He didn't actually go. He took an assassination mission."

Haruhi looked startled. "Assassination?"

Shikamaru nodded. "He was paid eight and a half million yen to take out a mafia gang and give the head to the one he was killing for. I went to the underground and got the name Oblivion Shadow."

"Oh..." She looked at Naruto, who was completely out. She knew he killed back in his other world, but this must have been his first time killing here.

"Yeah. When he came home, he was soaked in blood, head to toe. He just went to the shower, and thirty minutes later I hear him giving such a agonized scream. He kept screaming, and when I ran in, the water was as cold as ice, his skin was turning blue, and his hands were bleeding. He had tried so hard to wash the blood off his hands that his own blood spilled. He kept screaming, 'it won't wash off'. I was terrified. I managed to drag him out of the freezing shower, dry hm off and warm him up. He woke up, and he looked...."

"Like he'd like nothing more than death. Like there was nothing left."

Haruhi looked at Naruto again, crying. "I don't know how he keeps a smile on his face day after day with such a hell in his head."

"Only he knows."

I woke the next day with full reserves. I wait for Haruhi as usual and roofjump her to school. Today is the first day of Kendo for her, and she was a little nervous. I was about to reassure her when I sensed a presence approaching me from behind. I sensed anger from them, and my eyes narrow. I whip around, arms crossed to summon kunai, but lower them as I see it's just Kyoya. Then I see his cold smirk.

"Naruto...... I think it's time we had a talk."

AN// Yeah..........It's a cliffie, Sorry. Minna asks that you vote on pairings listed in chapter 2