An Admirer’s Gifts
by Maskedgoomba
Disclaimer: I
don’t own Naruto. Slight spoilers here and there, more lewd humor, and some
OOCness (but I try to explain the OOCness)
Quick Facts: Characters are older, around 15-16 in this fic.
Chapter 3:
Toliets, Wedgies, and Smelly Armpits, oh my!
Naruto
narrowed his eyes at Sasuke, who was in the process of gulping down the last of
his milk. “If you’re done chugging down what’s left of my milk, can we
go now?” said Naruto, impatiently. “I don’t want the others to start eating
without me.”
“Don’t
hold your breath,” said Sasuke, throwing the now empty milk carton into the
trash. “Choji’s probably on his fourth or fifth serving of food already. And
you know him, nothing short of-- well... to be honest, I really haven’t the
slightest idea of what would stop him from eating. But I’m sure as hell he
wouldn’t hold back his appetite for you.”
“Will
you just shut up and move already,” said Naruto, exasperated. He was already
outside the front door, tapping his foot, waiting. “If you weren’t busy being
such a long-winded blowhard, we could’ve been out the door and half way there
by now. Oh, and clean your upper lip, will you? You have the nastiest looking
milk moustache I’ve ever seen.” Naruto purposefully failed to mention the milk
seemed to have a slight yellow tint... a spoiled yellow tint.
Sasuke
vainly brushed at his upper lip. “Is it all off? Is it?”
“Let
me see. Umm...” Naruto said, pretending to give Sasuke’s face the once over.
“Yeah, you got it. It’s all off.”
“Are
you sure?”
“Of
course I’m sure.”
“Well,
you don’t look sure,” said Sasuke, skeptically.
“Well
I am.” Naruto said firmly, looking a bit annoyed. “Now, can you please
hurry along? I’m starving over here!”
“Yeah,
yeah, don’t get your panties in a--” Sasuke cut off abruptly, keeling over and
clutching at his stomach as if a kunai was ripping through his insides.
Naruto
knelt by Sasuke’s side. “Sasuke?” he said, a note of concern in his voice. “Are
you allright?”
Sasuke
scowled. “Of course I’m not allright, idiot!” he snapped. “Do I look allright?”
The
look of concern on Naruto’s face disappeared. If Sasuke was well enough to
throw out insults
“Well,
to tell you the truth, you look kind of constipated--”
“What?
What do you mean, ‘constipated’?”
Naruto
smiled, but spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. “Squatting on the floor. Clutching
your stomach. Face screwed up as if you were forcing a very spiky pineapple
down your butt--”
“You
know what, Naruto?” Sasuke interrupted, his face pained, but his voice measured
and even. “Right now, I’m feeling the exact opposite of what it feels like to
be constipated. And to let you know, it’s not a very pleasant feeling. Now if
you don’t want to clean up what is sure to be a very nasty mess... shut the
hell up and help me to the damn bathroom!”
“Well,
since you asked so nicely...” Naruto said dryly, throwing his arm over Sasuke’s
shoulder. Holding him upright as would a crutch, Naruto half-carried Sasuke to
the bathroom, slowly stopping as they came to the door. Sasuke didn’t let go.
“Well?” Naruto said. “There’s the bathroom. Help yourself.”
Sasuke
sent a sideways glance toward Naruto. “Aren’t you going to open the door for
me?”
“What
do I look like, your butler? Open your own damn door.”
“C’mon,
Naruto. Help a friend in need--”
“’Help
a friend in need’, hmph...” Naruto scoffed, then said under his breath,
“What do I have to do next, wipe your ass for you?”
Despite
Naruto’s harsh words, he politely opened the door for Sasuke. But before Sasuke
could say proper thanks, Naruto promptly threw him inside, slamming the door in
his wake.
“Oh,
and by the way Sasuke!” Naruto called, his voice suddenly knowingly gleeful as
if he had just pulled the greatest prank. “I don’t really remember, but when I
used the bathroom earlier, I could’ve sworn I forgot to flush--”
“My
god!” Sasuke must have lifted the toilet cover (He noted Naruto had the decency
to at least close the lid in the first place). “Did this actually come
out of you?”
“Yep.”
Naruto answered. “And you wouldn’t believe what a relief it was when it finally
came out. I felt ten pounds lighter...”
“Tell
me,” Sasuke’s voice had a nasal sound; Naruto could imagine Sasuke pinching his
nose shut to avoid the stench. “Just what the hell did you eat in the first
place? ” Sasuke said.
“You
know what? I don’t seem to recall at the moment,” Naruto said. “But, I do
happen to remember it didn’t go down very well in the first place; felt like I
was chewing rubber flavored asphalt. Why’d you ask anyway? Is it that bad?”
“Yes,
it’s that bad! Worse, even. It looks like-- like-- words can’t describe it.
Imagine a rotting cat carcass. Then imagine a wet, rotting cat carcass that’s
been picked at by crows and rats for two whole days. And my god, is that a
patch of green?” Sasuke paused as if to confirm the color. “Oh dear god, it is.
It’s green. How the hell did you get part of it to turn to green?”
“How
should I know why there’s a green patch? And it’s not like I have the power to
change its color. The way you’re talking, you’d swear I could do it whenever I
damn well please. ‘You know, I’m rather bored of the color brown. I think
I’ll mix it up, maybe add a green patch here and there.’ Have you no idea
how stupid that sounds? And what are you doing still talking, weren’t you
begging me to use the bathroom earlier?”
“But
it’s green! It’s not supposed to be that color. It’s disgusting... It’s
unnatural-- and you can’t honestly expect me to use a toilet like this, do
you?”
“Seeing
as how this is my only toilet... yes, I do expect you to use it.”
“But
it’s green, Naruto. Green! It’s not even the nice looking green either; like
the green of trees or the green of the grass. This green is like that nasty
pond-scum green...”
“And
will you stop looking at it!” The fact that Sasuke was paying so much attention
to it in the first place, especially to the pond-scum green patch, was more
than a little disconcerting to Naruto. “If it’s bothering you so much, just
flush it! Oh, and if you didn’t know, you flush it by pushing the little silver
knob on your right side--”
“I
know how to flush!” Sasuke said indignantly.
“Well
then, stop complaining and do it! Unless you enjoy the sight of-- what’d you
call it again? Oh yeah, ‘a rotting cat carcass with green patches’... ”
“Don’t
forget the two days of being picked at by the rats and crows.”
“Fine,
a ‘rotting cat carcass with green patches that’s been picked at for two days’.
Now, just flush it, will you?”
There
was a rustling of running water and working pipes, only to be followed by a
gurgling, stopped-up sound.
“Oh,
that can’t be good...” Naruto said to himself, and then knocked on the bathroom
door to check. “Sasuke!” he called out. “What’s happening in there? What’s that
sound?”
“That
sound happens to be your toilet,” Sasuke waited a brief moment before finally
saying, “And I think it might be broken...”
“You
broke my toilet?” Naruto exclaimed. “I can’t believe you broke it! It’s my only
toilet!”
“I
didn’t break it!” Sasuke said defensively. “If you had flushed the toilet like
you were supposed to in the first place, you would have broken it, not me!”
“Ha,
so you do admit it! You did break my toilet!”
“You’re
not listening! Your toilet was going to break eventually. Anyone could’ve done
it-- it was just an unlucky coincidence that I happened to be the one to do
it.” Sasuke said. “And that’s besides the point. The toilet isn’t really
broken, so much as it’s clogged,” His voice then trailed off, unsure. “At
least, I think it’s clogged...”
Sasuke
tried to push open the door and presumably get out, but Naruto put a stop to
that: using his body to barricade the door.
“What
the hell?” Sasuke said, surprised. “Hey Naruto, what’s wrong with your door? I
can’t get out.”
“Nothing’s
wrong with the door.”
“There
has to be something wrong, idiot, or else I would be able to get it to open.”
“There’s
nothing wrong with the door.” Naruto affirmed calmly. “I’m just not letting you
out-- that’s all.”
“And
why the hell not?” Sasuke protested.
“Because
you broke my toilet, that’s why!”
“Do
I have to keep spelling it out for you? It’s clogged, not broken!”
“Well,
unclog it then! Use your hands if you need to!”
“’My
hands!’?” Sasuke said, horrified.
“Hands,
feet-- it doesn’t matter! Use anything because you’re not leaving ‘till it’s
fixed!”
“Naruto...”
For the first time since getting thrown in the bathroom, Sasuke’s voice
reflected how desperately he needed to relieve himself. “I’ve been holding it
for the past five minutes and if I don’t get to another toilet soon...” Sasuke
trailed off, then mumbled off-handedly, but loud enough to be heard, “preferably
a clean and working one this time...”
“Well
that’s too bad.” Naruto said. “You have one of two options. You can either
unclog the toilet first and then relieve yourself, or you can relieve yourself
first, then unclog the toilet. It’s up to you, but like I said before, you’re
not leaving the bathroom until my toilet’s fixed.”
A little afterward...
Naruto
grabbed his portable radio (Christmas gift from Iruka) and placed the matching
headphones (Birthday gift from Iruka) over his head, drowning out Sasuke’s
complaints about the dirty clogged toilet and irregular bowel movements with
the musical sounds of strumming guitars and beating drums. But on the other
hand, it was kind of amusing to hear Sasuke complain that someone of his
stature was above having to use a plunger to unclog toilets.
Despite
the headphones, Sasuke’s voice carried over like the impact of a falling tree
in an empty forest: his voice ear-splitting loud, but somehow incoherent.
Naruto tried to block out the voice, but Sasuke became louder and infinitely
more annoying. Naruto lowered his headphones in time to hear...
“God
damnit, Naruto-- get me some toilet paper!” Sasuke yelled, his voice sounding
incredibly irritated. It seemed Sasuke was trying to get Naruto’s attention for
the good part of ten minutes. “If you don’t get me some toilet paper soon, I
swear I’m going to use every square inch of your towel as my personal...”
“You
know, if you bothered to look, there’s some toilet paper underneath the sink,
idiot.”
Sasuke
didn’t acknowledge finding any toilet paper, but Naruto noticed with mild
satisfaction that Sasuke didn’t deny finding any either.
Several
minutes later, Naruto hesitantly opened the bathroom door; only releasing
Sasuke after he had flushed the toilet several times and shown it was fixed.
“Wow,”
Naruto said, incredibly impressed as he gave the toilet another cursory flush.
“Screw being a ninja, Sasuke. You clearly have a knack for fixing toilets; ever
consider janitorial work? I hear it’s a very rewarding profession--”
“Naruto,
you...” Sasuke suddenly swung out his right arm, aiming for the side of
Naruto’s head. Naruto ducked the blow and sprinted for the front door.
“Too
slow, Sasuke!” Naruto yelled over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. He
knew Sasuke was chasing after him. He could his hear the sound footsteps
trailing dangerously close behind.
Naruto
reached the front door, yanked it open, and ran out.
Sasuke,
although looking like a large and very enraged duck, had the sense of mind to
pull the door shut as he ran past.
Both
boys, however, carelessly forgetting to do one very important thing; to lock
the front door...
**
Team
8, 10, and Sakura stood outside the Kifune Diner, patiently waiting for the
rest of Team 7 to arrive. Sakura assured everyone that Naruto and Sasuke would
be along in a minute, but having said ‘they would be along in a minute’ at
least five times in the past twenty minutes, everyone’s patience was wearing
extremely thin. Choji, Shikamaru, and Shino looked especially mutinous.
Sakura
looked at everyone apologetically. “Sorry, everyone. I know you’re hungry-- yes
Choji, I know you skipped breakfast, brunch, lunch and your precious cookie
time for this. But if you could just be patient for one more minute, I know
Sasuke-kun and Naruto will be here shortly...”
Much
to her annoyance, Sakura was immediately interrupted by complaints: Choji
yelling how he was hypoglycemic and would collapse without food - Shino
grumbling about missing his favorite soaps and forgetting to set his VCR –
Shikamaru on how he was lacking his much needed beauty sleep – Ino whining
about not having time to shower properly (Shikamaru said she smelled like a wet
dog) – Kiba accusing Choji of trying to take a bite out of Akamaru - but the
only person who wasn’t complaining seemed to be Hinata...
Sakura
glanced around; noticing Hinata was nowhere to be seen. Sometime between
arriving at the diner and the present, Hinata must have slipped away. Despite
being much more out-spoken than before, Sakura thought Hinata still blended
into the background much too well.
Sakura
curiously pondered when, where, and why Hinata might have disappeared. How long
ago did she leave? Where did she go? Did she have an errand? And if she had an
errand, what kind of errand was it?
While
Sakura was preoccupied by Hinata’s mysterious errand, a mini-war of sorts had
erupted between the other present genin: Ino trying to slap Shikamaru for
indirectly calling her a dog - Kiba and Shino threatening to give Choji a pink
belly and a swirly if he so much as looked at Akamaru funny...
Everyone
was so occupied in arguments; they stopped paying attention to Sakura.
And
Sakura was so deep in thought; she failed to notice a person sneak up behind
her.
“Boo!”
Sakura
jumped around in surprise. “Hinata!” she gasped. “Damn it, don’t do that!
Sneaking up on people... you scared the crap out of me!”
For
some odd reason, Hinata looked to be in very high spirits. Did something good
happen to her while she was away?
“Well,
I had to get your attention some way or another,” Hinata said, her voice light.
“And seeing as how you probably wouldn’t have appreciated me stuffing dirt
clods down your shirt--”
Sakura
was indignant. “I would most certainly not.”
“I
knew you’d say that-- so instead, I decided a regular sneak-up-scare would be
best. Enough to be funny, but not enough for you to be too angry at me--”
Hinata stopped, noticing an annoyed glint in Sakura’s eyes. “Um, at least I
hope not. ”
Sakura
did feel mildly irritated and just a little bit angry. She was already on the
end of her rope from keeping everyone in line and Hinata’s “fun” way of
catching her attention had very nearly pushed her over the edge.
Sakura
fought to keep the edge out of her voice. “But you couldn’t have grabbed my
attention in a milder, and perhaps, normal way? Usually when people want my
attention, they call my name, or say hello...”
“I
could’ve done that,” Hinata said hypothetically. “But scaring you is so
much more fun. I just couldn’t resist.”
Sakura
rolled her eyes humorlessly. Hinata laughed in response, her own eyes shining
playfully.
“And
besides,” she pointed out, “you had this really far-off expression on your
face. I doubt a regular “Hello, Sakura” would’ve grabbed your attention. In
fact, you looked so distracted, I’d briefly entertained the thought of giving
you a wedgie, and believe you me, you wouldn’t want one. I give the meanest
wedgies-- just ask Kiba... he knows.”
Several
amusing, yet disturbing images played through Sakura’s mind. A
mischievous-faced Hinata tip toeing behind Kiba – An unsuspecting Kiba picking
his nose while wearing a very snug pink thong – A maniacally laughing Hinata as
she yanked the thong’s waistband high above Kiba’s shoulders – And a tear faced
Kiba squirming on the ground.
Sakura,
her foul mood broken, looked very pained trying to keep herself from breaking
into pales of laughter. Hinata, on the other hand, looked inordinately pleased
with herself for being able to coax a laugh out of Sakura.
Several
moments passed, and although still red-faced from laughing (or, from
restraining a laugh) Sakura regained enough composure to speak semi-coherently.
“You
giving Kiba wedgies, that’s really quite a funny image...” said Sakura, her
breathing still slightly labored. “But it’s a good thing for Kiba that you’re
only joking--”
“Joking?”
An impish smile spread over Hinata’s features. “Who saids I’m joking?”
“You
are joking, aren’t you?” Sakura looked for confirmation in Hinata eyes, but
found none. “You have to be joking,” she said. “I mean-- you wouldn’t really
give Kiba a wedgie, would you?”
“Actually,
I would--” Hinata’s eyebrows seemed to quirk upward ever so slightly. “Ever
hear of a front side wedgie?”
Sakura
never heard of it. But her mind worked quickly; if a regular wedgie pulled the
underwear upward from the backside, then a front-side wedgie would pull the
underwear up the...
Sakura
gasped. “Hinata! How could you do that?”
“Easy.
I grab the front waistband and pull up very very hard.” Hinata said,
deliberately obtuse. “Rather simple, really. And you should’ve heard Kiba cry--
oh you don’t have to look at me like that, Sakura. I’m only joking. I swear! I
would never do something like that to him. Well, maybe if he really pissed me
off...”
While
Sakura and Hinata were busy having a laugh at Kiba’s expense, the arguments
between the other genin had escalated well past the bickering stage.
Choji
couldn’t well enough let Shino’s and Kiba’s idle threats alone, deciding
instead to call Kiba’s bluff and bait him. Choji licked his lips and gave
Akamaru a ravenous look “Akamaru is looking rather plump today. I hear roasted
dog dipped in oyster sauce is a delicacy in Water Country...”
Ino
had carelessly thumped Shikamaru on the thigh; the very same spot he had a very
tender bluish black bruise from the scrimmages the day before. His tongue
loosened by the pain, he unthinkingly responded by calling Ino a violent
bitch...
For
the most part, the fights between the other five escaped the attention of both
Sakura and Hinata.
“Hinata,
can you do me a favor?” Sakura waited for Hinata to nod, then continued. “Um, I
need to run a quick errand from mom. She wants me to pick something up at Ino’s
store. You know-- give my name, pick it up-- that sort of thing. I have no idea
what it is though. But my mom was really happy when Ms. Yamanaka called for the
pick-up. She’s supposedly been waiting ages for it to come in. So I was
wondering if you could--”
“Umm,
sure.” Hinata shrugged to herself. “No problem. All I have to do is give your
name, right? Just like yesterday?”
“What?
Oh,” Sakura shook her head. “That’s sweet of you, Hinata. Really. But the
errand wasn’t the favor. I was actually wondering if you could keep everyone in
line until I get back. You know, make sure they don’t do anything stupid or
start eating until all of us are here. Besides you pretty much did my errand
for me yesterday. I don’t want to impose--”
At
Sakura’s mention, both girls turned their attention to the others, who’s
arguments had escalated well past the previous stage and was now smack dab in
the middle of “Come here, I want to hit you between the legs with a 100-ton
mallet” stage.
Shikamaru
was frantically dodging Ino; she had brandished her kunai intently with one
hand and was trying to catch a fist full of his hair with the other-- seems Ino
firmly believed Shikamaru was due for a much needed change in hairstyle.
Kiba
was chasing after Choji; who was much too occupied trying to take a bite out of
Akamaru to pay any heed to the fat insults and rude finger gestures being
thrown his way.
Both
girls could hear little snippets of the argument between Choji and Kiba,
dialogue ranging from-- “You fat bastard!” insults from Kiba to “Doggie,
doggie. Come here doggie. I promise I won’t hurt you.” from Choji.
Shino,
oddly enough, was hanging upside down on a nearby tree limb with his hands
cris-crossed in an X pattern, seemingly napping.
Hinata
and Sakura quickly turned to each other, both wearing weary expressions.
Neither girl wanted to be in charge of that. But Hinata was first to
speak.
“Oh,
you’re not imposing at all.” Hinata said quickly.
“But--”
“But
nothing. You just relax here. And I’ll take care of your errand for you. I’d be
happy to.”
Before
Sakura could protest any further, Hinata was already down the road heading
toward Ino’s shop.
Despite
the fact that Hinata just stuck her with the harder of the two jobs, she
couldn’t help but smile as she watched Hinata’s retreating form. The girl was
definitely coming into her own-- much more outspoken, comfortable with herself,
finally able to meet Naruto eye-to-eye without blushing...
To
casual observers, the abrupt changes in Hinata seemed to have come from out of
the blue, but not to Sakura.
During
the preliminary matches of the their first chunnin exam (what a lifetime ago it
seemed), Sakura couldn’t help but see a little of herself inside Hinata. Both
desperately trying to catch up with their teammates, both trying to stand on
their own two feet... and at the time,
both struggling to get the attention of the one they most admired. They had so
much in common, they were so alike... it was a wonder why they were never more
than acquaintances. But that soon changed afterward...
Unknowingly
mimicking Ino’s act of kindness to herself many years ago, Sakura made the
first overture of friendship toward Hinata. And over time, Sakura helped Hinata
slowly crack open the timid shell she had placed around herself-- developing a
sense of humor and personality that was entirely her own.
But
the smile on Sakura’s face fell as turned her attention back on the other
genin.
Kiba
and Choji were still running and acting like little four year olds.
Shikamaru
looked as if his hair had been attacked by a rabid mini lawnmower with very
uneven cutting blades.
Ino
was still psychotically intent on hacking off more of Shikamaru’s hair
And
Shino, still hanging upside down, was now swinging to and fro like a clock
pendulum.
Sakura
groaned to herself. The only way to get them all to behave now was to hit each
of them with a very large shovel or feed them lots and lots of animal
tranquilizers...
**
Naruto
ran away from Sasuke like only a ninja could: running up the side of buildings,
bouncing off outdoor ottomans, swinging on power lines, jumping from rooftop to
rooftop, treetop to treetop.
But
Sasuke was also quick to pursue-- very nearly breathing down Naruto’s neck, and
always a mere step behind from catching up.
Jumping
from treetop to treetop, Naruto spared a glance behind him-- Sasuke was nowhere
in sight. Thinking he had shaken off the pursuit, Naruto slowed down and leaned
against a nearby tree to rest-- not noticing a pair of hands materialize out
the thick trunk...
Sasuke
leapt out the tree full tilt, tackling Naruto and sending them both sprawling
onto the park ground. Amidst the dirt and wet blades of grass, the boys rolled
around relentlessly, wrestling for a superior position in order to pin the
other boy.
After
minutes of fierce tussling, Sasuke finally gained the upper hand.
Sasuke
had maneuvered behind Naruto, grabbed a hold of the other boy’s right arm, twisted
it, and then pressed it up against Naruto’s back.
“Ow!
Damn it, Sasuke!” Naruto yelled, trying fruitlessly to wriggle out his
position. He was planted facedown in the grass with Sasuke on top, who was
gleefully twisting his right arm.
“Ow?
This actually hurts?” To answer his own question, Sasuke pushed Naruto’s arm a
little further up.
“Ow!”
Naruto yelped, “Yes, you sadistic bastard, it hurts!”
“Really?”
Sasuke pushed up, and once again, Naruto yelped in pain. Sasuke shook his head
disapprovingly. “I swear-- you have the pain threshold of a baby.”
“It’s
not your weak grip that’s bothering me,” Naruto sent back. “It’s my stupid
allergies. My nerves are a little, um, raw...” Naruto trailed off, his eyes
glazing over. “In fact,” he said in a faint voice. “I still feel kind of
funny... hey, why’s the park spinning?”
Naruto
body went limp and his eyes rolled shut. Sasuke released the arm hold and
turned Naruto over to examine him. The chase and the wrestling was all in good
fun, Sasuke never meant to actually push him to the point of injury-- odd...
As
Sasuke eyes examined Naruto’s face, he noticed something very peculiar. All of
Naruto’s glaring skin blemishes seemed to have magically disappeared, or healed
very quickly-- Naruto’s eyes rolled open suddenly, and before Sasuke knew what
hit him, he found himself head-locked underneath Naruto’s very sweaty, and very
smelly armpit.
Sasuke
desperately tried to pry Naruto’s arm off his neck to no avail. “Damn it!” he
cursed. “Let me go, Naruto!”
“Sorry.”
Naruto said, not sounding sorry at all. “Can’t do that.”
“Please!”
Sasuke pleaded. “It smells like something died under here!” If Sasuke were to
put name on the stench, he would have gone with a mixture of moldy blue cheese
and week-worn old underwear. The smell was that bad. “This smell-- I’m going to
die,” he said, assured of his fate. “I’m really going to die.”
“Don’t
be so dramatic, Sasuke.” Naruto sighed. “Okay fine, I’ll let you go--”
Naruto
removed the headlock, and Sasuke jumped away, gasping for breath as if he had
nearly drowned in the deepest depths of the ocean.
Sasuke
took a few moments to gather his breath, and then looked at Naruto, annoyed.
“Playing possum-- hmph, you cheater.”
“Don’t
be a sore loser, Sasuke.” Naruto said with a grin. “Just because you happened
to fall for it in the first place, doesn’t automatically make it cheating--”
“Hey,
Naruto,” Sasuke interrupted, “What did happen to your allergies anyway?” Sasuke
gave Naruto’s face another brief, but thorough look. “You were a
walking-talking human pimple back at the apartment. But now... now you look--
well, to be frank, good as new. Almost as if you just magically healed...”
Naruto
laughed uneasily, and averted his gaze, finding the treetop so fascinating all
of a sudden. “Ha, I guess, I’m not as allergic to coconut as I thought I was.”
Sasuke
scrutinized him even further. “You know what, now that I think about it, you
heal extraordinarily quick. Like that one time last week during our scrimmages.
You were literally flattened by Choji’s Meat Tank jutsu, but a minute later,
you moving around as if a potato beaned you. And then--”
“Okay,
okay, you got me...” Naruto said, holding his hands in surrender. “I’ll tell
you everything.”