Zero Shinobies ( Shinobi Hunter Naruto)

ch 12

(Some time later)

It'd been somewhat of a rough transition from the village streets to the Police Headquarters poised at the edge of the Uchiha Clan district- what with Naruto's reluctance to actually move with any haste or effort. But once the wily blond and his escort of half a dozen shinobi finally made it to the law enforcement base operated by Konohagakure's most prominent clans, the orphan soon found himself lying atop a ruined futon and staring up at the mouldy ceiling of one of the facility's many holding cells.

After his little tussle with the kids in the street, Naruto had more or less expected to receive some sort of reprimand for his actions. Perhaps even a suspension from the academy and a punishment dealt by both the Head of the Uchiha family and the Hokage. However, what he got instead was a series of cold shoulders, glares and criticisms, as he was promptly stripped of any personal possessions and thrown into a jail cell. Though he didn't make any form of protest during the very abrupt procedure, he couldn't help think that this little 'timeout' in the corner was probably a little too harsh for a child.

Then again, he did end up sending a bunch of children and a couple of bystanders to the hospital, so he guessed this was kind of fair.

"They could've at least bandaged me up… or give me a glass of water," was the first thing Naruto had muttered after he'd sat himself down on the bed. Though he'd received quite the thrashing at the beginning of his fight with Kaito's brother, because of his natural durability, stubbornness, and abnormal recovery time, he didn't have to worry too much about the damages he'd sustained effecting him during his tenure in this building.

After the first hour had come and gone, the pain in his head and in the rest of his body had completely subsided.

And so, with the initial migraines dispelled, Naruto just sat there- confined to a tiny holding cell, surrounded by dry cement walls, with a tiny window in the uppermost part of the barrier being his only view of the outside world.

Figuring he had nothing better to do, Naruto spent most of his evening meditating, assessing his injuries, doing multiple sets of push-ups, sit-ups and squats, and exercising his control over the odd chakra he was now trying to master.

Things seemed to settle down for him after that. When night eventually fell, Naruto quickly found a comfortable spot on his cubicle's futon and lay there facing the ceiling. Getting antsy after about half an hour, he then decided to start re-enacting the events of the afternoon with his hands. Pretending they were puppets, he then had them talking to one another in a very dramatic and over-the-top fashion.

"I'm only going to give you this one chance," Naruto muttered in a low and exaggerated sounding voice resembling Kenzo's, using his left hand to squawk out the words to his right. "Go home… and never hurt anyone ever again." He then turned to his right hand, which he had slumped over in an injured and seemingly defeated state. "Fine. I'll go," the blond replied in a wounded, gravelly voice and began 'walking' his hand away from the other, "Sorry for bothering you." A few seconds later, Naruto spun the right hand around and grinned. "NOT! BAM! BAM! BAM!" The blond shouted, at the same time slapping the left hand down with a series of swift finger jabs, before then pretending to squeal in pain. "AAAaaaahh- nooooo… I've been defeated…"

Honestly, he was actually starting to enjoy himself a little. That was until a long shadow from the corridor fell over him and blocked the light from the ceiling lamp.

This caused Naruto to throw out his hands in annoyance. "HEY! HEY! Asshole! You're ruining the show here!"

"Oh, really?" a girl's voice suddenly chimed in, causing the prone Naruto to blink in surprise. "From what I can see, it seemed like a pretty dull performance."