1 (There will be a point in this chapter you should know this) - In Japan, you speak differently and there are different ways to say I, depending on your gender. Boku and ore for men, uchi does not show a gender, atai is for females. Naruto said atai. I just wanted the old man to figure this out so I didn't have to explain to you again.
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"Hah… hahh…" Naruto gasped, trying to force air into his lungs.
His eyes were wide open, a silent scream escaping from his lips. And there were hands wrapped around his throat.
His own hands.
Naruto was in possession of their shared body for the past few weeks. And, throughout all of this time, this was the first he had felt Naruto's presence since he disappeared from their main mind.
At this point, there was no room within his consciousness for his own thoughts, Naruto's mind continuously filtering through his.
"MY WARNING! YOU DIDN'T TAKE IT! TELL THEM! TELL THEM!" Naruto shouted over and over. They had been stuck like this for an entire three minutes, and the guards had yet to come save the blonde boy. "NO TIME! NO TIME! NO TIME!" This time, sound flew from their shared body's mouth, and, though the sound was raspy and hard to understand, their body echoed Naruto's words.
The hands were released from their neck and their body began to twitch uncontrollably.
Naruto was taking over.
Naruto fought to stay in control.
Jerking off the bed and stiffly walking over to their wall where the person was drawn, Naruto picked up a crayon. Scribbling nonsense for the first tries, Naruto angrily screeched a high pitch, ear busting screech. Snapping the crayon, he grabbed a different one. His writing was no better this time, and he threw the object at the wall. Frustration filling, Naruto wooshed his chakra around and around in the room, ripping all furniture to shreds, along with the walls and flooring.
Just a few seconds later, everything was silent. All movement stopped, and the shredded wood and cloth flittered to the ground. But none of this grabbed the attention of those observing his rage, nor the ones just about to enter his room.
No, it was what was carved into the floor that did it.
Deep crevesses had formed through the tile. Curved lines formed an eye, and three straight lines formed either an A or an H. What looked like veins were on the outside of the eye, leading into the center of it all.
"Hyuuga." One of the guards in the watch room said. "He's talking about the Hyuuga. Get the Hokage. Now!" In a nanosecond, one ANBU - who were always present in the room in case something were to happen - disappeared, no evidence of him being there, nor have left.
When Naruto spoke once again, the man drew is frightened eyes back to the screen. This time, he wouldn't miss a thing.
"Die. Dead. All of them. One, two, three. Kill! Do I kill? No, they kill! They kill all! All kills all! Sacrifice, murder, genocide, Doom! Doom to all! All in ten! Not nine, not eight, not one. TEN! Listen, listen! No one listens… only her… where is she? Hey! Come here! What's going on?" Naruto's voice fell silent as he relinquished control over their body.
It was one of the scariest times in any of the guard's lives. They all knew what the boy was capable of, and they all know about and quiet before the storm.
This, however, was not one of these times. Narutos' body fell to the ground and moaned.
"Damn that brat. He didn't have to fucking use our chakra! Shit, this hurts!" Naruto said, holding his pounding head in his hands. The onlookers sighed in relief - none of them would die at the hands of this child. Today, that is. "Damn you, what the fuck took to so long? We could have fucking died! Fucking leave me alone!" With nothing but a nod of the head from the front man in the group, they left.

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