Ne, do you like the story so far? well i hope you do....
Warning- contains violence not suitable for children under the age of thirteen, and swearing
The teacher showed them where the lunch room was and where the washrooms were. Since it was lunch time kyuubi thought it was better if he left for the rest of the day but he left some guards to watch over naruto.
"Your leaving?"
"Well yea but you'll see me after school don't forget" Naruto looked down at the floor sadly.
"You'll always be my pet, so if anyone kisses you, tell them that you don't belong to anyone but kyuubi ok?" Naruto nodded and watched as his master got into the limo with a couple of guards.
'Well at least i'm not alone here' Naruto looked the three guards up and down.
'Kyuubi certainly has good taste in guard picking' He led the way to the table that he chose to sit at. Kyuubi left him a bowl of ramen with the teachers so that he could have his ramen.
"Why are there guards at our school, is there some sort of famous celebrity around?" Naruto stopped eating and looked up.
"Oh, sasuke, no these are...my guards" They were basically his guards since he lived with kyuubi he was practically rich.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" Sasuke sat next to naruto.
"Naruto uzumaki who else?"
"i mean, who's your parents?"
"I don't have any parents"
"Then...who was that tall guy in our classroom with the red hair?"
"He's kyuubi, he works as a business man, gets thirty thousand a year"
"Is he the one that gave you those bruises?" Naruto was instantly shielded by the three guards.
"I'm sorry sir but naruto can not answer anymore questions at this time please sit some where else" Sasuke felt like he was just an outcast to naruto, like he couldn't be around him. Thats when sasuke felt mad, mad because he wanted to know more about naruto. But what was so interesting about him, why did he like him?
The day seemed to end in a snap and naruto found himself back in kyuubi's big mansion. Kyuubi looked happy to see his 'pet' back at home with him.
"So what happened while i was away?" Naruto layed his head on kyuubi's lap while kyuubi stroked his back as if he were a cat.
"Sasuke talked to me today at lunch...he asked me so many questions..."
"That kid is quite annoying...talking to you in public like that!" Kyuubi's hand stopped and gripped the boy's back and naruto whinced in pain.
"But no matter how many times he'll say in his head that he likes you, he'll never be able to say it" Kyuubi's grip softened a little.
"He doesn't even know me, so why would he say that master?" Kyuubi sighed.
"I don't know what it is about you but...you just have a way of making people your friends" Kyuubi re-said in his mind about what he said not too long ago.
'He's starting to grow on me...' He stroked naruto's back a few more times.
"School isn't what i thought it would be, no one sits near me...like i'm a disease or something, something that shouldn't be touched" Naruto felt himself being jolted upwards.
Kyuubi caught naruto by surprise by licking the side of his face like he was grooming him. Naruto's heart felt like escaping through his chest and his body felt like melting right then and there. What was this incredible feeling he was having a feeling that he didn't want to stop?
"You should be touched naruto, and you will be...you are my pet after all" Kyuubi kissed the boy on the lips and made naruto gasp.
Naruto closed his eyes and kissed him back, kissing your master was ok right? Dogs and cats licked their owners, could humans do that too? Naruto wanted more of this feeling, being caressed by kyuubi's large hands was getting him anxious about something that he couldn't put his finger on. He didn't want this feeling to end.
But that feeling was interupted by a loud doorbell that decided to ring at the wrong time. Kyuubi was pissed that his moment with naruto had to end because of a newspaper salesman or someone like that. But then he stopped in his tracks, the gates were closed when naruto came home and he never EVER let anybody in unless it was someone that was paying him for something from work. So who was this person that had come at the wrong time?
"Who is it?" His voice slightly raised in anger.
"This is the police come out with your hands up and behind your head!" Kyuubi couldn't believe this, he was going to get arrested and taken away from his beloved 'pet'.
"How do i know your not some dirty little thief that used a gun against my guards?" Kyuubi stayed where he was waiting for the guy to answer.
"We believe that you are holding a human as a slave and we request that you bring him/her out immediatly"
'They're police alright...so involved with a case that they'll do anything to make sure their job is done' Kyuubi stepped back into the other room quietly to where naruto was.
"Whats going on?"
"Come on, we're leaving" Kyuubi grabbed naruto's arm and pulled him to the back of the house.
'I know what that kid wants...he's going to have to get through me if he wants him' Kyuubi smirked and grabbed a backpack that was in the office room.
The backpack was where he kept all of his money, he had at least 120,000 dollars in the bag and more in his bank account. If he used a brief case to hold his money in, people would know what he was carrying around.
Kyuubi knew just where to go, an old friend that hated everyone else and only looked out for themself and was also rich like him. Naruto has never been introduced to him yet so hopefully the boy wouldn't get hit on so suddenly. Kyuubi held naruto's hand and opened the sliding back door. He looked around carefully to see if there were anyone in the back yard.
"Ok...lets go" Kyuubi led the way.
They both climbed the fence and went over. No one lived next to kyuubi so it was a great way to escape in situations such as these. They ran down the street to the nearest convienent store. Kyuubi grabbed a couple of cans of food off the shelves, three or four cartons of milk, and naruto's favorite, ramen or what other people would call noodles. He paid the man, grabbed naruto and a couple of bags and went out the door.
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