Chapter 8

Hi!

A note to the readers:

Okay, I'm going to just mess with the dates for these events a bit. Wait... Is there even a specified date for when they got their teams?

*Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I'm going to stop saying this now, so eh.*

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*Taiyo's POV*

Me and the Team (They both disagreed to being called that, but they'll accept it eventually.) were walking down the deserted street, the smell of ramen in the air. Normally, the streets of Konoha would be bustling with frantic mothers trying to control their crazy children, shoppers that hurried to buy the last item in stock, or ninja roaming around, enjoying their breaks.

But not today.

October 10th.

The night of the Fox Hunt.

*Fumiko's POV*

I let out a sigh, worrying for a certain hyperactive blue-eyed blonde.

The last Fox Hunt...

Flashback! (In Third POV)

A sharp, rapid series of knocks echoed throughout the house.

A young girl shot up, her hair messy, and eyes still clouded with sleep. Her eyes started to droop back shut, but another series of knocks pulled her back into reality. She scrambled out of her bedroom, stumbling toward the door, still not wide awake.

"Fumiko-chan!"

The voice that called for her was no more than a whisper-shout, full of panic and fear. The brunette's eyes immediately widened in recognition, and slammed open the door, letting the frantic blonde inside. Her eyes immediately started scanning him, shock slowly seeping into her with each wound she saw.

"Naru-"

Before she finished speaking, she realized something that made her stop in her tracks.

A seal on his stomach.

Wounds healing at an abnormal speed.

His birthday.

The Kyuubi attack.

She looked at the confused blonde, and said something she shouldn't have.

"Kurama?"

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Bye.