Third person pov

Ayumu's interview with Kurama goes better than Naruto though it would. It would help if the fox wasn't a massive dick bag, but beggars can't be choosers. Naruto's just glad he didn't try to eat anyone, or start pissing chakra.

His parents at least seem on board.. ish. His mom, because (again) she's a total and complete badass, seems more at peace with Kurama than his dad does. Seriously, the guy looks like he's on the verge of a mental breakdown. If Kurama was going to kill Naruto, he'd have done it ages ago! 

Ayumu's therapist mode proves to be pretty efficient as far as moving things along goes. It's like he becomes another person entirely. It's actually kind of fascinating to watch. Even Kurama doesn't seem to know how to respond to it, and Kurama knows like, practically everything.

He's a begrudging participant. Probably because he doesn't want to deal with Naruto complaining about his lack of cooperation later. Jokes on him: if there's something to whine about, Naruto will always find it.

"Do you love Naruto?"

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"What sorts of things do you talk to him about?"

"None of your business, roach."

"What is your relationship like when it's just you two?"

"He talks a lot, I tell him to shut up, and then he keeps talking."

"What are your long term goals?"

"To never see your ugly mug again."

"Why flowers?"

"Why would I know that? Ask the brat."

"Do you plan to act on your ill will towards the village?"

"Do you plan to keep wasting my time?"

"You claimed Naruto was more your six year old than anyone else's. Can you elaborate on that?"

"What the hell is there to elaborate on? I thought I told you to stop with the stupid questions."

Overall, it's like, a super productive interview! Kurama is slightly less mean than Naruto assumed he would be, and he's not even that upset over the whole rat thing. Naruto's honestly flattered. Kurama must like him way, way more than Naruto originally thought he did. 

They don't stay long. Naruto wants to-- wants to flop down into the new grass, surrounded by all the flowers, and tell Kurama about everything that had happened in the past few days. Kurama had saved his life, had protected him when there was no one else there to. Naruto wants to hug him forever and ever.

Naruto wonders, vaguely, how he got so lucky. Two parents back against all odds, and the best friend he ever, ever could've asked for. It's almost too good. He wonders what terrible thing is going to happen next to balance it out!

One of Kurama's tails steadily snakes it's way out as it grows closer to time to leave. His dad and Ayumu eye it warily, and his mom with a slight frown, but Naruto can't resist leaping onto it with a grin. It seems softer somehow, and Naruto wonders if the lightening atmosphere is somehow healthier for the tailed beast.

"Naruto." His dad says, distress tainting his tone. Kurama snorts, head resting on his paws. He looks impossibly smug, grinning with all his teeth. He seems tired, but relaxed. At peace, maybe. 

Naruto understands. Something feels lighter, knowing that there's no secret hanging in the air anymore. It's all out in the open, and Naruto breathes a little easier knowing that they're all on the same page. Knowing that Kurama knows he's loved, and that he's accepted. Knowing that his parents don't... well, don't seem like they're as against him as they were coming in.

Kurama seemed... strangely sluggish. Naruto turns his head to the side, cheek squished into the orange fur of his massive tail. Kurama's red eyes pierce into his blue ones, and the moment feels quieter than it should be with his parents muttering to one another and Ayumu furiously scribbling against his clipboard the way he is, flipping furiously through the pages.

Kurama loves his naps. He sleeps like, seventy-percent of the time. Since he's old and stuff. He's probably about to pass out if he's been awake since Naruto got taken. More proof that he's like, the greatest ever. Naruto's grin turns goofy in its wide crookedness. Kurama huffs and closes his eyes.

Naruto feels like jello, all wobbly and see through. Kurama's ears droop, his breaths calm. The panic of the day is beginning to leave, and suddenly Naruto rather wants a nap too. It's strange. He's never felt tired inside his own mind before, always energetically able to go on and on. 

Now, he sort of wishes he could stay here forever. Kurama is so warm and inherently safe. With his parents a few feet away, it feels... just nice, Naruto guesses. He likes nice things.

"Hey, Kurama?" Naruto hums as he reluctantly pushes himself up. The fox gives a grunt and nothing else. "You know you're my best friend ever, right?"

Kurama cracks an eye open, just a sliver. Naruto looks at him earnestly, willing him to believe him with everything in him. His chakra-coated feet send ripples through the water. In the grassy patch, more flowers pop up, more telling than words could ever be.

His dad lightly tugs him further away from the tail. If Kurama were going to do anything, Naruto stands by the fact that he definitely would've done it already. Oh thine of such little faith. They're acting as though Kurama killed them and like, dozens of others in the village or something like that. Jeez.

"...Brat." Kurama snorts derisively, tone short as his eye slides back shut. "You're my best friend too."

Ayumu stops scribbling, looking up with surprise. A smile breaks across his face. That, as it happens, was exactly the type of answer he was waiting for.

~~~

"I can keep him?!" Naruto all but shrieked. He was in Kashi's lap sideways, Pakkun resting in his arms. Naruto shoved himself up slightly, ignoring the way his dad cringed a little. "Really?!"

"He can keep him?" The old pervert echoed back, sounding utterly flabbergasted as he did. He lowered his sealing brush and the parchment he'd been practicing on, looking like he couldn't even begin to understand what the hell they were talking about. "Why?" 

In the end, it was his mom who had turned the decision over to Ayumu. Ayumu had been acting as Naruto's therapist, had been the one to ask Kurama all those questions, and was a professional in his field. Kushina didn't feel she had a right to decide. 

Apparently, she'd-- in her own words-- only been here all of five minutes, and Minato had only been here practically fifteen. The concept of guardians were all a still semi-new structures in Naruto's life. He'd been alone up until that point. 

What did they know about what was best for him? They hadn't gotten any real chance to be parents, and she didn't want to start motherhood out with a decision of this caliber. Her past experience with the Kyuubi had been too brief for her to know. He'd been sealed in her, but it's not like she'd said more than a few things to the fox.

"I believe it would be mentally detrimental to remove Kurama from Naruto at this time." Ayumu had recopied all the notes he took in the mindscape with vigor. In orange crayon, because no one could figure out where his pen had gone and that was all they had. "From what I understand, they've truly befriended one another, and Naruto has found a close confidant and comrade in him. Sealing Kurama, who means Naruto no harm, would cause great emotional strain on him."

Great emotional strain. Naruto would claw his own stomach out trying to get the seal off if he thought it meant Kurama wouldn't be trapped anymore. Like hell Naruto would sit by and just let him be locked away! Believe it! 

The old pervert dude opened and closed his mouth in shock a few times, gaping like a fish. Kakashi didn't seem to care at all, humming to himself like this was all something he'd foreseen. Knowing him, he probably had.  That or he just genuinely didn't care. That was another viable option.

Naruto knew wanting to cry again was stupid, but you really, really couldn't blame him! Even though he'd done it a lot lately and that was super lame, akin to something Sasuke would totally do, but come on. 

Doesn't he get a free pass for being stressed lately? Like, he almost died and stuff, and then his best friend was almost abducted. That sorta sounds like he should get a pass.

"This is all under a few circumstances, of course." Naruto's dad jumped in. Naruto nodded vigorously. "We expect you to keep up with your sessions with Ayumu, alright? And to keep him somewhat updated on your conversations with... Kurama. We also want Ayumu to meet with the fox every so often. Just to gauge things."

Ayumu looked like that was probably the last thing he wanted to do, at all, even slightly. Despite the look on his face, he still didn't say anything. Talk about professionalism. Naruto was going to have to really buckle down with Kurama. Knowing him, he'd threaten to eat Ayumu next time he saw him just for fun.

The old stalker dude looked more thoughtful than he did upset now, though he was still frowning. Naruto wasn't super sure how to feel about him still. His dad seemed to have softened up towards him, so maybe Naruto would cut the guy some slack. Big maybe-- his dad was a great judge of character, you see. 

The guy had come and tried to help save Naruto. Of course, he'd done a downright terrible job and Naruto's mom and Kurama had to handle everything, but sometimes it's the thought that counts! Him sleuthing around outside their house is still totally weird, though. Believe it.

"Maa, I trust Naruto's judgement." Kashi said with a closed-eye smile. Naruto beamed at him as he shifted to hold him a little closer. "So long as he's happy--"

"There is another condition." Ayumu interrupted primly. Everyone froze. "Meeting with the Kyuubi is rather dangerous. I am confident Kurama will not turn against Naruto, but if you want me to go in regularly to speak with the fox, I will need the cooperation of all parties. I want to make sure Naruto is in the healthiest environment he can be. If I am going to do this, I am going to do it all the way."

He was staring directly at Kakashi as he said this, that same, weirdly intent look on his face. The one he got anytime he chose to chase the masked nin around with his clipboard and pen asking millions of questions Kashi pretended he couldn't hear. Naruto sucked his lips inwards, leaving his mouth a thin line.

Ayumu didn't let up. He can go totally stone-walled when he wants to, believe it. Everyone shifted, eyes turning expectantly to the silver haired man. He was sitting tensely, pointedly not looking Ayumu's way. In Naruto's arms, Pakkun let out a wide yawn.

Naruto met his mom's eyes. She looked completely lost, which was pretty understandable considering she'd been dead like, uh... a day ago. Were they going to talk about that by the way? Or were they just pretending her being back was like, totally normal? Not the point right now? Okay, yeah, not the point right now.

Naruto drove his elbow back into Kashi's side. Not because he's a traitor, but because therapy has benefits Naruto never could've foreseen. Benefits someone as mentally ill and traumatized as Kashi definitely needs. 

He's not an expert or anything, but Ayumu is and has been hunting Kashi for sport from the moment he saw him. Naruto doesn't have the full story, but he's also not blind. That has to mean something.

"I need a healthy environment." Naruto repeated in his most pointed and annoying tone he could muster. Kakashi sighed with exaggerated loudness, slouching. The noise effectively broke the tension. It was the sound of Ayumu's victory.

"Once a month." Kakashi grumbled out. It was the most begrudging Naruto had ever heard him.

Ayumu's hard expression turned pleasant in an instant, a benign smile forming in place of the previous expectancy. Naruto shivered slightly, sharing a look with his dad, who looked scared that he might be next. It could be any of them at this rate. He had money on it being his mom, though-- she was fresh meat.

"Excellent! I'll see you every Thursday, right after Naruto-kun!" Ayumu chirped, earning another groan from the copy nin as the Yamanaka settled down his orange crayon. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I will now be returning to my home to sleep. For the next fourteen hours. Preferably without interruption."

Nobody tried to stop him as he swept off, strangely put together and graceful in his movements despite his obvious exhaustion. Naruto watched him go and decided right about then that he wanted to be just like him when he was older. Ayumu was terrifying! 

The silence left in his wake was a little tense in the sense that nobody seemed sure what to do or say afterwards, shifting awkwardly. Naruto could feel his own tiredness beginning to settle down around his bones now that things were decided. That same warm feeling was spreading through him, the one that told him Kurama was probably listening and likely content with the decisions made.

"...Well, I like that guy!" Kushina decided chirpily. "Wow, today has been crazy! I came back from the dead, Naruto is six and best friends with the nine tailed fox, we're all anti-Jiraiya now for some reason, Kakashi-kun is finally, finally getting some therapy. What do we say we wrap this all up with a nap?"

And yeah. Naruto could get behind that.

~~~ 

No, no, no. No! This-- this wasn't how this was supposed to be! This wasn't-- this wasn't how things worked. He knows how things work, and it's not like this-- not anywhere close to this. 

He knows! He knows better than anyone, you see. He's looked into the eyes of it, knows it better than he knows himself. In many ways they run parallel, so close that he can nearly skim is fingers into the meat of it. Hatred, he is well acquainted with. Hatred, he knows.

It fills him. It's a burning ball he will one day rid himself of, but for now it serves him well. All things have a function, and this is no exception. It's a hard thing to accept, to live with this sickly feeling building within him day after day, but it is necessary. To get what he wants, he has to suffer some.

And suffer he has. Agony is an old friend. It rests on the horizon, waiting to descend upon him again. Already, its tendrils are beginning to pierce through him, strung tight with accompanying agitation and something he has always hated-- confusion.

He likes knowing, you see. Being aware of what to expect is invaluable. And yet, he does not think he's ever been as blind as he is right now. Even in the impossible, stifling darkness of that cave, he'd still had more perception than this.

He'd had a plan. They had paid for it-- they'd paid for it in their blood, and really, it was all for the greater good. Some people didn't deserve happy endings at the head of it all, and he was ready to cull those people, to make sure they never got what he was willing to give. They would have to go onwards where they would never get the chance to see him do the impossible.

This world favors no one. It is brutal, and unforgiving, and dark. It does not know kindness. There's only luck, and those unfortunate enough not to have any. He's lucky his eyes were opened to the harsh reality he was living in. If they hadn't been, he'd never would've realized just what he had to do.

Peace wasn't achievable. There would always be blood, and war, and suffering. Unjust deaths at the hands of those who were supposed to stop them, who were supposed to protect. This world was rotten, but he-- he could unite it. He could bring it into one. He, with a little work, could make it perfect.

Then, everyone would be happy! That's all he'd ever wanted, really. Everyone could have what they wanted. He would have all of them back-- all those he'd lost, all those who'd dared betray them. They would never hurt him again where he was going. His heart would be filled! Everything would be to his ideal, and everyone else would be gifted the very same.

He was doing this because he had to. It was the only way! Not everyone would understand his vision, but did that truly matter? They would thank him, when it was all said it and done. Whether they wanted to or not, they would see.

He saw the world for what it was. Which was why this didn't make any sense.

The dead did not come back to life. Not in this world. If they did, it was never happily. The only technique he knew of was the Edo Tensei, and it wasn't as joyful and warm as what he was witnessing. He hadn't believed the rumors at first, but now he can see that they're true. 

Sensei is here, laughing and smiling as though none of it was his fault. As though he wasn't part of the reason she was gone. As if, somehow, he deserved to be back when so many others couldn't be.

A shock of yellow, fast and breathing, alive. A curtain of fiery red. Somehow, they have come back to life. Kushina makes some amount of sense. There are explanations for that, ways she could've perhaps saved herself. She was always bold, intelligent in the loudest of ways.

But Sensei? Whose body he stumbled upon himself, already pale and gone cold by the time he got there? It was an impossibility. One he did not know how to deal with.

He'd been told that this was the only way. The laws of this world had been laid out before him, and he'd thought he understood. He couldn't have it all, the way things were. He couldn't find happiness here. It was already long since gone. Some, he could keep. But everything?

That's why they were doing this. Only-- only now, he wasn't so sure. It... didn't make sense. This new variable had him pausing, had him considering. Because if Sensei could come back from the dead, if he could somehow rise up-- 

Did that mean... Rin could too?

(In his chest, against his heart, something wrapped around it and burned. Something angry.)

~~~ 

It sort of hits him all at once. Like a bucket of ice water tipping over his head. The splash and following chill are instant, a shock to the system that has him freezing in place. His limbs lock and his lungs seize, and for a moment all he can do is stare.

Kushina looks no different than the last time he saw her, her hair a fall of lava down her back. She's perhaps a bit paler, but a look in the mirror tells Minato that he too has lost most of his color, pallid from the tension of the day and lack of sleep. 

Today has been one of the scariest days of his life in many ways. Similarly, it has also been the best.

It's stupid that Minato's hands shake as he reaches out to touch his wife's shoulder. He has held some amount of contact with her from the moment she arrived, whether it be their sides pressed together, or their hands linked. But those were all moments spent holding his breath, attention focused solely on Naruto.

Only now Naruto is asleep, passed out in the middle of their bed curled into the smallest ball he can make himself into. There's a low thrum of anxiety that sings through him knowing where his son is and what (who?) he's talking to, but he forces himself through it and pops out on the other side only slightly unsteady.

Kushina is a vision, even more beautiful than he remembered her. He doesn't know when his memories of her began to gray around their edges, color leeching out as the days passed without her here to light them back up. She, like Naruto, is impossibly vivid. A shock of everything all at once, and Minato--

Minato can barely believe his luck.

Somehow, she is alive. Somehow, they both are. They lost time, lost valuable years, but they are here now. Under slightly different circumstances, they may've never been. That could've been it, and Naruto would've been alone forever. Kakashi could've.

Their family might've stayed broken and scattered. It seems impossible that they should come together like this, yet here they are. Minato's mind spins. He's so tired and happy and scared. Scared, because someone took Naruto and someone might take him again. Happy, because Kushina is here now, and she saved him, and--

"Alright, I've got a totally logical explanation for how I came back from the dead, but what about you?" Kushina asks loudly as she plops down on the bed next to Naruto, not caring of her volume or how she jostles their son. She eyes Minato skeptically. "Are you a zombie? A ghost? If you are, I need to know, ya know?"

Her hand threads into Naruto's locks with a gentleness that is nearly reverent, attention stolen by the way he snuffles and snuggles further into the covers. It's a distraction that leaves her enchanted, her eyes glued to his whisker-marked face. It's a brash contrast to her previous loudness that makes Minato smile.

Minato understands the feeling. Naruto is like the sun. And Minato is a planet helpless to do much more than orbit him. They all are, really.

"I..." Minato choked out. Because Kushina's here, and their son is here. Kakashi is asleep in the other room with all his dogs. Jiraiya is laid out on the couch dead to the world, as complicated as Minato's feelings towards him still are. It's... It's perfect. It's all perfect. "I love you. I-I love you both."

Kushina's face softens as she smiles, and Minato lets himself break.

~~~

"That was so stressful." Naruto flopped back onto Kurama's tail. He had observed every single flower with pointed intent. It had taken a lot longer than he'd thought it would, but it had been worth it to memorize every single one. He wondered if he could get some books on flower identification. "Wasn't that stressful?"

"Shut up." Kurama grumbled, eyeing him like he was a flea. "If you try to die on my watch again, I'll kill you myself."

Naruto felt something in him warm. Kurama cared so much about him. Compared to when they'd first met, they'd both come leaps and bounds. Naruto still couldn't quite believe this was his life. Sometimes, it seemed like a fantastical dream.

It wasn't as strange to come back here again as he'd feared. Things weren't all out of whack. Kurama's tail was still waiting for him, and Naruto still jabbered on about his day in gruesome detail. Kurama still called him stupid, and Naruto still told him he loved him, and Kurama still pretended he wasn't a little bit flattered by it.

Now that people knew, Naruto wondered what was next. Something was going to change. Naruto could feel it on the horizon, about to breach over the very edge of it and into sight. His mom was back, and though Naruto didn't have the details, he knew whoever had tried to take him was apparently a big deal.

Whoever had tried to take him... probably wouldn't be the last to try. And that meant Naruto had to get stronger. He had to get faster. Kashi had already graduated by the time he was Naruto's age, hadn't he? If he could do that, then that meant Naruto could do better. 

"Soon we're going to have fields and fields of flowers, Kurama." Naruto hums instead of voicing his concerns. Kurama's so smart that he's probably already picked up on them anyway. "And then I'm gonna open that cage. You better let me ride on your head when I do, or I'll cry really, really, really loudly until you do. Believe it." 

A part of Naruto is scared of what's to come, but it's hard to stay like that. He's got two parents, both of which were so strong he could barely fathom it. He had Kashi, who was insanely capable no matter how lazy he acted at times. And he had Kurama-- the most powerful of them all, a pool of chakra and intent who Naruto knew would help protect him until he could do it himself.

Kurama hummed, smiling. He'd been doing that a lot since Naruto came in. Not big ones, not even particularly nice smiles. But he was happy, and that was one of the things Naruto had been gunning towards for as long as he'd decided to befriend Kurama. 

"Fine, brat. It's a deal." Kurama's ears flicked as he smoke, eyes going to the flowers. Something in his eyes softened. Naruto pretended not to notice. "Your luck is something else, kit. Two meddling parents?" 

"Three." Naruto rebutted, grinning. "You're here too, aren't you? And you said that I'm your six year old."

Kurama flicked him off his tail. Naruto laughed even as he splashed into the water.

~~~

Sasuke was just as weird looking as the last time Naruto saw him, with hair like a duck's ass and beady little eyes. What a freak. Were people supposed to be that pale? No, really, was that healthy? Naruto was genuinely asking.

It was a few days after... everything, really. It finally felt like things were starting to settle. It felt somewhat wrong to resume their regular routines as though nothing had happened, but Naruto didn't guess there was anything else to do. Besides, things weren't all the same now that his mom was here too.

Apparently, she'd been best friends with Sasuke's mom before she accidentally sealed herself into Naruto, or whatever the hell happened there. He really doesn't want to hear the logistics of it. It's kinda gross. He knows that it's no different than Kurama being sealed in him, but ignorance is bliss. Believe it.

The Uchiha Compound-- the old one that had been bombed by that old dude that tried to kidnap Naruto-- had resumed construction at an accelerated pace. They were making great time. Naruto was glad to sit here and play in the clay with Pakkun whilst his parents went about their business. 

"So." Sasuke snipped out shortly, eyeing him up and down like he had any room to judge. "You were gone a long time."

Naruto wondered if he'd get in trouble for kicking him in the knee. Probably. Or maybe not? His dad had run off to go help Sasuke's dad with something, so really it was his mom watching him, and she seemed like the type to encourage a little rough and tumbling. Which is code for Naruto kicking Sasuke's ass, if you were wondering.

Sasuke plopped down a few feet away from him. Uninvited, mind you. Naruto eyed the ball of clay he'd been molding into Kurama, contemplating the pros and cons of chucking it at his head. Three bowls of ramen says he hits him square between the eyes.

"Suna was badass. I met my best human friend ever." Naruto noted specifically, because he needs to make sure Kurama knows he's number one. "He's way better than you and not a loser. On the way back some dude kidnapped and almost killed me though. Luckily, my mom came back from the dead and saved me, so that whole plan failed."

"Shame." Sasuke sighed. Naruto lashed a foot out at him, nailing him in the shin. Sasuke kicked back just as viciously grimacing at him. "Why do your parents keep coming back from the dead? Normal people's parents don't do that. I read it in a book." 

Naruto gave him an incredulous look. Was he trying to imply that Naruto was normal in any way, shape, or form? Hello? God, Naruto's got no idea how he manages to exist surrounded by such stupidity. He should go find Shikamaru. All he does is sleep and be smart without flaunting it. Way better than... this. 

"Fuck you." Naruto ended up chucking the clay at him. Sasuke let out a squawk as it smacked him dead center, as Naruto had predicted it would. It left a terracotta colored mark on his skin. "I'm not normal and neither are my parents, unlike you, you plain-faced weenie. Just because you're so lame you have to ride your brother's coattails to seem even a little bit cool doesn't mean me and my parents have to."

When Naruto goes for it, he goes for the throat. Believe it. The blow looked like it had landed hard too if Sasuke's slowly twisting expression was anything to go off of. He looked absolutely downright furious, teeth grinding, hands clenching into fists, entire body coiling. Naruto tensed, ready for action.

And then something... happened. Something horrifying, because it's Sasuke, what did you really expect? His bottomless pits masquerading as eyes... changed. Naruto paused, staring as they slowly started to bleed red around the edges, swirling in towards a pupil that was nearly lost in the darkness of his iris. 

A comma came into form, one in each eye spinning so fast he could barely make them out. Sasuke snarled. Naruto, never one to be shown up, bared his teeth like Kurama did and snarled right back. Was this how he wanted to play? Because fuck him and his red eyes! Believe it! 

"I'm going to finish what the people who kidnapped you couldn't." Sasuke hissed out with shocking venom considering they're both six, and then he was lunging. Naruto shrieked as they went down, clawing at him furiously. 

Naruto and Sasuke's mothers both looked over in the face of the commotion, blanching as the pair rolled across the ground. They stained their clothes and dirtied their hair as they went, but that was nothing compared to the profanities they were spitting. Naruto had spent six years on the streets, after all. And Sasuke... well, he knew Naruto and Shisui, which was enough said. 

Sasuke was fighting dirty with his Sharingpan, or whatever the hell it was called. Naruto channeled chakra in to his feet and kicked, sending him flying off. He was up seconds later and leaping after the dark haired rat, ignoring the way Sasuke flailed like a cat dunked in water as he barreled into his gut.

"Sasuke! You-- You got your Sharingan?!" Mikoto shrieked when she spotted the flash of red in her son's eyes. "Oh my word. Itachi didn't-- he didn't awaken his until he was eight. What--"

Naruto reeled his fist back and socked the Uchiha boy straight in the face. Deep in the pits of his stomach, Kurama cackled gleefully.

~~~

AHHHH! As of right now, this book has been completed on Patreon. It will end on chapter 35! I repeat, Chapter 35 will be the final chapter and it is officially posted on patreon. I'm so happy I did it!

Fear not-- there will be a book two that's set when Naruto is twelve. Huzzah! Book two is not out on Patreon yet but will drop soon!

Also-- shameless self plug here-- but I've got a lil plot bunny book on my page. A lot of the ideas are BNHA, but the last two have been Naruto (and are marked Naruto, so they're super easy to find) if anyone is interested! I may post them. 

One is about Itachi and Naruto becoming best friends, and another is about Sasuke being raised by literal frat boys. That tells you everything you need to know, honestly. 

I'd be honored if any of you were interested enough to go check them out! I'll be posting more Naruto draft ideas in there and love hearing what people like most. I be second guessing myself and then I just don't post any other stories at all, and then they live in my drafts for all eternity, and I read them myself and giggle and kick my feet by my lonesome bc I'm a sad sad person with no life.

Now that SYTL is closing and the second book is starting, I really want to throw a second story into the ring on here but-- decisions decisions, right? Also someone go over there and look at the photos of my dogs I included, thank you, they are cute I love them they deserve to be seen