Ryo chapter 16: I'm fine, really...
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Ryo's POV:
"Where is he..." I mumbled to myself. Naruto had disappeared last night, and well... Now he was missing. I know what you're thinking, well Ryo you're such an awesome shinobi you should be able to find him... No, just no, I'm not a sensory or tracking nin. People say I can't find my way out of a paper bag. Confidence boaster right?
"Ryo I'm sure he's fine..." Emiko mumbled back, half asleep. Her head rested on her hand, her eyes just barely open.
"Um, Ryo sensei.." Someone asked right beside me. I looked over, oh it's just Sakura. I nodded my head for her to continue.
"I just wanted to ask about Emiko, I tried to wake her up this morning and she described my death, um, in a very detailed way..." Sakura trailed off, probably remembering her wonderfully described death.
"Oh yeah, Emiko isn't the best morning person, especially if you wake her up... She's usually fine if she wakes up on her own, and has something important to do. But if you wake her up, well let's just say many of my friends have been victims of her murder plots." I told her. She nodded her head in understanding, her eyes... Um, eyeing Emiko hesitantly. "At least she didn't trap you in a genjutsu..." Sakura's eyes widened and decided now was a good time to become very interested in her breakfast.
I impatiently looked at the clock, my fingers tapping the smooth wood. Where are you Naruto? Finally deciding I was done waiting, I stood up, rather ungracefully however.
"Ryo sensei, are you all right?" Sakura asked me concerned. I waved her off.
"I'm perfectly fine, I can feel my legs now so, I'm going to go look for Naruto..." Sakura sweatdropped.
"Ryo sensei. I don't think that classifies as perfectly okay..." I heard footsteps walking down the stairs, then into the kitchen. The lazy silver haired shinobi.
"What doesn't classify as okay?" He asked lazily, deciding to join the conversation. Sakura started explaining that apparently being able to feel your legs isn't classified as okay, I never said I could only feel my legs. I just can now. Kakashi eyed me, with his one eye, then sighed.
"He's a Jonin (coughcough only a chunin) Sakura, he'll be fine, sphe knows his limits..." He told her, but I swear I heard him mumble 'I hope'. Taking my sweet chance, I raced put the door before anyone could call me back. I not going to let my own students boss me around... Emiko already has that leverage... The only one in the world (besides you know, the Hokage, Aoba, Tenzo [whoops not allowed to say that], Asuma, Hayate... Wait why do so many people have control over me?)
I ran through the forest at top speed, which at the moment wasn't that fast, but still. Hoping that Naruto wasn't dead in a ditch.
Naruto's POV:
"I fight for someone very important to me, I would do anything for them." The women infront to of me said. Her eyes seemed to be lost in thought. However the peacefulness was instantly replaced by uneasiness and concern.
"What's wrong?" I asked her. She seemed sacred, I would be able to help her. I mean, I'm going to Hokage! This will be a piece of cake.
She looked at me then said. "Oh it's nothing, I just remembered I have to go now, goodbye Naruto." She told me and turned around. Although I was confused at her sudden chance in attitude, I let her go. She probably has something urgent to do if she has to suddenly leave like that.
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Ryo: Naruto's Older Brother | BOOK I
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