"Danananananananannannana-"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"SHRIEK!-"

"Did you just say shriek?"

Vincent held his hands up as he pinned himself to the mind wall- thing?... while Kurama stared him down with a conflicted face.

"And if I did?" Vincent replied coolly.

Kurama merely shook his head as Vincent bolted for the mind control center, aiming for the new walkie talkie they placed a mere two days ago.

Thank Kurama that Kurama knew how to wipe human minds.

Speaking of which...

"How do you know how to wipe a human mind?" Vincent asked, slowly turning in his mint green twirly chair (the color was bullshit in his opinion, pink is a better color. Fuck mint green).

I personally hate the color pink because of the sheer fact that my little bitch of a sister wears it. Every day. On every single piece of clothing she has. THE SHEER AMOUNT OF PINK I SEE DAILY IS ENOUGH TO KILL A FULLY GROWN KURAMA, WITH A SHOTGUN, IN A LEVAL FPRT KNOX BASE!

"For... 'research' reasons." Kurama muttered as he walked off, looking extremely suspicious might Vincent add.

Which he may not because- THIS IS MY NARRATIVE STORY!

Ah shit, wait. No one saw that. No one.

I wasn't supposed to tell you any of that.

FORGET IT!

"Weirdo." Vincent muttered as he reached for the walkie, shoving in the only number slash radio signal it had. "Yo, Mike. Pick up, dumbass."

"Oh heeeeeeey Vinny!"

"Don't call me that." Vincent snapped, glaring at the screen in front of him.

It was pitch black, showing that Naruto was asleep.

"Anyway- do you need info? 'Cause this dude's mind is LOADED!" Mike yelled, spinning on his blue swirly chair.

Vincent envied him.

"Yeah, where is the Akatsuki right now?" Vincent asked, glancing through the few memories that Naruto had that weren't of ramen, being Hokage and telling Sasuke to go fuck himself.

Mike chuckled through the walkie. Vincent could hear him stand up and walk around.

"Uh... you know the Kirigakure place?" Mike muttered as he flicked through a book, cause no one in this world had a mind control centre like Jinjuurikis!

"Yeah, whe-" Vincent was cut off.

"Great. So about three miles from the Mizukage's tower and five miles east then under a literal rock. The size of Foxy's manliness." Mike explained.

"So not very big?"

Mike and Vincent cackled at the inside joke, mostly Vincent since he knew that Foxy was infact a child in a suit so there was not an ounce of manliness in his entire soul and wow- that got dark.

Vincent put the walkie back as he cracked his knuckles and neck.

"Time to get a murderin'!" He cackled, forcing Naruto's body to awaken (that is such a fancy word! Awaken! AWAKEN! Awaken my beast~) as he left the boy's mind to rest.

And that, is how thirty two rouge ninjas were found dead in front of the Hokage tower.

That got a scream from an ANBU.

Like- your cat brought in a mouse and you wake up to go to the bathroom, then it is right in front of your door in a puddle of blood and- yeah... it ain't pretty.

But the scream was funny! Like a three year girl found out that she was going to get periods in the future-

My God, I need to tone down the darkness...

Eh, the image is in your head.