Enter: The 1# Jutsu Weaver! (Book 1) [Naruto Fairy Tail Crossover Fanfic]

Chapter 106

*First person pov*

Ugh, it's not working!! We have been training for a while now and I have made no progress, same with Naruto. Ugh, I got cocky, thinking that this will be a walk on the park like on the first step. I need to put more power into it!! I try again but failed again. I look over at Naruto and he is using two hands. Pfft, of course he is using two hands, he always have been. But maybe I can pop the rubber ball if I use two hands like Naruto... I lift up my right hand so I can do it like Naruto. Naruto notices and watches me. I do Naruto's method and it worked! It bursts into bits like Ero-sennin had. "Ciel you did it!" Naruto cheers. "Daddy is awesome!!" I hear Keiko yell behind me, because that's where she was. I feel a wave of pain hit me. Exhaustion hits me like a rasengan (hehe). "Yeah... I just.... Need..." I say as I fall over. Damn... I still haven't recovered... I passed out, hearing Naruto and Keiko shouts of my alias echoing throughout my mind.

Time skip~

Well shit. I was lying in my futon in my room with Ero-sennin giving me a hour long lecture. "Did you hear me!?" Ero-sennin yells, lightly slapping my head but it hurt like a motherfucker. "OW! No I didn't!" I yell, rubbing my head. Ero-sennin sighs. "You know what? I'm done trying to explain to you. But you won't be able to train the way you are now. You are going to have to rest and besides, Naruto told me that you passed the second step by bursting the rubber ball. Now, since you are going to be stuck in bed, why not do something productive. Edit my Icha Icha paradise." Ero-sennin says, throwing me a stack of papers. He didn't casually hand me the papers, he literally threw the papers at me. It hit me in the face. I hold my face in pain and glare at Ero-sennin. "And you're cleaning that up." Ero-sennin says, leaving. I mumble incoherent words under my breath and started editing. My god, his writing sucks, he can't even write a good lemon. A two year old can write better. Wait, why would a two year old know what lemons is, let alone write. What kind of parents did that two year old have to write lemons? Ew.... You know that your ADD is amusing. Shut it Ōkamia. But a two year old writing lemons. That's disgusting idea, how did it come to that? I would say that Jiraiya's writing is like he was drunk when he was writing it. But he probably was. I mean, he is drinking when he gets the chance. I wonder that's how he got the idea to write porn. Most likely, from what I read through your eyes, it's like he took a pencil, gave it to a baby, made the baby watch porn, and told the baby to write what it saw. But babies don't know how to write, or have the ability to hold a pencil right. How the hell did the baby be able to write? Don't question me or my logic, and how the hell did we get from editing porn to babies writing porn? Hm, not my fault. I may have started it, but you ended it. That mean's it your fault. And I thought my logic was fucked. It sure is buddy. I need to edit this horrible porno and make it to a master piece. Have fun. Also, Ōkamia? Yeah? Are we... friends? Hm, weren't we always? I mean it's fine if you didn't want to be my friend... I didn't even want to be your friend anyways! Haha, calm down Ōkamia, you're acting childish. I was just making sure that I can label you as my friend because if I introduced you to my friends somehow and labeled you as my friend, but then you say we were never friends. It will get all awkward and shit and I hate awkward. Hm, true dat. I hate awkward also. But... does that mean you have always thought of me as your friend? Hm? You not being my friend never crossed my mind. Unless you want to end our fri-end-ship. Haha, kill me. Gladly after you pulled that horrible, horrible pun what's wrong with you!? So many things. Yeah and- wait, it that Weasel? Wait wut? I looked up and there was Weasel, in the window. Oh shit what do I do? Stare awkwardly at him for a few minutes and see if he leaves because the awkwardness is too much for him. I do as Ōkamia says, stare awkwardly at Weasel. He just stares back at me and before I knew it, we were having a staring contest. My eyes were burning so bad and Weasel was just staring back, no trouble at all. I blink. "Well, shit. Rematch." I challenge as I put the papers to the side and start staring again. Hey! It's no time to be messing around! I'll stop messing around until I beat him in a staring contest. Until then, I'll be messing around like there is no tomorrow. I feel my eyes burning as I stared at him. I blink again and I jump up in frustration, but down again because of the pain. "Damn you Weasel! You won again! I just want this favor of winning one staring contest! Just one please?" I yell. He looked taken back but back to his calm demeanor. "That was the point of staring at me?" Weasel asks, I just noticed he didn't have his sharingan on. I roll my eyes. "Of course! Why else would I stare at you intensely? For being a S-rank criminal, I didn't think that you were so dense. Well, enough of that, do you got business with me? Oh wait, of course you wouldn't. If you're looking for Naruto, I'm not telling you. Besides, I got work to do so be a good wittle emo Weasel and find him yourself or eat dango and shit." I say as I pick up the papers. "You're not going to attack me?" Weasel asks. "Okay 1: I don't have a reason to attack you, Naruto isn't here. 2: I'm already weak from training. 3: You can probably kick my ass any day. 4: I'm lazy. 5: My bed is comfy so I'm good staying in bed. 6: You ain't a bad person. I can see with my special eyes, but I don't see why you are in a S-rank organization. 7: I'm certain you don't have any business with me. 8: I only fight if my friends are in danger." I explain. "Well, I might harm your friends in the future. Why aren't you attack me now?" Weasel asks, jumping in through the window. "Yeah, but not at this moment. Now leave me alone." I say, not taking my eyes off my papers and pointing out the window. "I have business with you. I told Leader about your eye jutsu, and he is interested. He wants you to join the Akatsuki." Weasel says. "Hm, nope. I prefer if you don't drag me away from the comfort of this bed to the Akatsuki. You guys are weird. You got a plant (Zetsu), a corpse (Pein), a paper woman (Konan), an transvestite (Deidara), a puppet (Sasori), a zombie duo (Hidan and Kakuzu), a guy who acts like he is 5 years old (Tobi), a shark (Kisame). No thanks." I say as I flip through the papers. Weasel narrows his eyes. "How much do you know?" Weasel asks. "Enough that I can tell everybody in Konoha and come after your guy's asses. Do you guys really think that that reviving the ten tails would be such a good idea?" I say. I see Weasel activate his sharingan and pull out a kunai press it against my neck. "But I have no intention ratting you guys out. Snitches get stitches." I say, not worried at all I was going to be killed if I made the wrong move. "How can I trust you?" Weasel asks. "Then give me your kunai." I say, holding my hand out. Weasel pushes the kunai harder on my neck, drawing a little bit of blood. "I've said before, you can kick my ass any day. It won't matter if you give me the kunai." I tell him. He hesitantly takes the kunai off my neck and gives it to me. "Thanks bro." I say as I stab my left hand. Wease eyes widen at the sight of my hand. "I swear to the pain in my left hand that I never snitch you guys out." I say to Weasel, looking serious as ever. I hand that kunai back to Weasel and I start treating my hand. It hurt twice as much since I haven't recovered, but I need Weasel to trust me with Akatsuki information. "Why? You could have leaked the info into Konoha, why?" Weasel asks. "If I told on you guys, it would have changed history, in a good or bad way. I can see into the future and it always have been a ability of me. If I stopped you guys...... I don't know what would happen." I tell him. I clean my wound and grab the bandages. I wonder if it was a good idea to keep lying about how I can see into the future. Kakashi already heard the lie, but maybe I should tell them that they are in an anime and I watched the whole series. Haha, not happening. I start wrapping my wounded hand in bandages but it's hard doing it one handedly. "Hey, Weasel, can you help me wrap my hand? Technically, you caused this since you couldn't trust me so I had to prove it by self afflicting pain. Please?" I ask Weasel. "Hn." Weasel grunts and comes over to me. "I swear, you Uchihas 'hn' all the time. It's like you can't even form words, no offense." I say as Weasel started wrapping my wounds. Then there was a silence. Not like some kind of awkward silence or tension silence, more like a peaceful silence. Weasel was still wrapping my wounds. "Hey Weasel..." I call. He doesn't say anything but I knew he was listening. "Sorry I had to cut you the other day, I didn't want you to get to Naruto, no hard feelings right?" I ask. He stops wrapping my wounds just a second and looks into my eyes, I guess looking for signs of genuineness. "Oh c'mon, you don't believe I wasn't genuine?" I ask. He doesn't say anything and he continues wrapping. Another peaceful silence falls before us. "Ya know, you are like Duckbutt in some ways." I blurt out. "In what ways?" Weasel asks. "Oh, just this in that. But was it a good idea not to tell Duckbutt the truth behind the massacre?" I ask Weasel. He stops for a second. "You know?" Weasel asks. "Yeah, there is no way that someone can massacre their entire clan without a good reason, right?" I ask. Weasel stays silent, causing another peaceful silence as he was wrapping my hands. Weasel finishes and heads to the window to leave. "Hey, weren't you going to bring me to the Akatsuki?" I ask Weasel. "I have reasons for not bringing you with me." Weasel says as he gets prepared to jump out the window. "Hey, wait!" I call for Weasel. "Hn." Weasel grunts again and looks back at me. "Does this look good?" I ask Weasel, holding up the Icha Icha paradise rough draft. I see Weasel read the first few lines and a light pink hue spreads across his face. He turns away to hide the blush. "It's fine as it is." Weasel says, getting ready to jump out again. "And Weasel?" I call again. "Hn." He grunts again, looking at me irritably. I give him a closed eyed cheesy smile. "If we were under different circumstances, we could have been friends! Unless we can have some kind of hidden friendship, then that's cool!" I announce. I open my eyes and Weasel was jumping out the window, taking one final glance at me. I laugh and I start editing again, not caring I made a promise to one of the most dangerous criminals today.