RedMoon
Naruto Fanfiction
By Perfect Psionic Soldier

In the times of now
When legends sing
There existed one
He who walked the lands
Dancing in battle
Death trailed his every move
Anguish with his very passing
He was evil made flesh
Personification of power
With his demon eye
He existed
Demon Saint
A man
A living legend
The last of
Of a past that would not die

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I do own the original creations in this fic. So Demon Saint, who by pure twist of fate, Looks and responds to the name ‘Naruto’ is all pure cosmic coincidence and in fact, I own this artificial character. D

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-Chapter Five-
Demon Eye of Demon Saint

Naruto quickly ran forward, running silently along the roof and walls as he stalked from the shadows. To those who did not know where to look, he was merely a shadow and with the ease of experience, he quickly caught up to his prey.

They were only a group of four as far as he could tell, and they ran in a loose diamond formation. Each person in the group was scanning their surroundings, protecting themselves from the shadows. It was fairly ironic that he was using the very cover that they were trying to pierce.

With a raised eyebrow, Naruto quickly scanned them for telltale sign of their forehead protectors and didn’t see them as he trailed from behind. It was obvious that they were intruders, their slightly tense and yet grim eyes told him that much. They were moving too quickly and since they were going away from the central shinobi office, they could have been heading out to a mission but their actions told otherwise.

This group seemed very occupied with their surroundings. Even though they didn’t look like they were immediately studying every shadow, nook and cranny, their eyes told otherwise as the eyes darted from place to place.

The fact that they didn’t carry leaf protectors also put them out of position. Their overly cautious steps and constant scanning that he had seen many a time during his life. It was the practice of intruders, stalking through enemy territories.

With a brief sniff, Naruto found he could almost taste the blood on two of them. The stains in their clothing that were masked with a strong scent of leaves, but to him, a man who had all but consistently bathed in blood, it was so effortless for him to detect it. It was exactly like a person who caught the whiff of a favored meal and could trace it to the ends of the earth.

Though he could have been wrong and they were simply a team quickly moving out on a specific mission….

Naruto found himself grinning at that thought. He was no longer naive enough to believe such things at face value and instead found to trust himself, and what his gut told him was that he was going to kill another few people tonight. Perhaps indulge himself and sample a little of that blood.

The team of four, feeling a growing sense of unease, quickly sped forward as their pretense of caution vanished, moving as fast as their legs could carry them. Though they couldn’t identify the source, they were experienced enough to know that they were being hunted by something. They instinctively realized that this hunter was a dark and sinister one.

Speeding up as well, Naruto’s blank eye shimmered for a brief moment, the prospect of more death brought a wider grin to his face as he tailed behind the four. They were as good as dead if they proved to be enemies of the leaf and the sight of spilling blood was something that soothed his need for violence. If they turned out to be people that he didn’t like, then it was a simply nice bonus.

Within a few minutes, standing at the edge of the village, Naruto found his eyebrows raise a notch as the group he was trailing leapt onto the walls simply jumped forward, landing in the midst of two groups.

The group closest to the wall had the popular leaf green color plastered all over their choice of clothes, indicating leaf shinobi, while a second group staring at the leaf and were anything but color coordinated. The landing group surprised neither sides but the group quickly scooted over the other side, facing the leaf in what seemed to be a dramatic showdown.

Crossing his arms before him, Naruto found yet another grin make its way onto his face as he stared at the scene before him. The thoughts of him interfering crisscrossed his mind as he weighted the facts before himself. He could help but his love of leaf had long since faded into a nagging tolerance for anyone that he didn’t personally know.

While on the other hand, he could just leave them alone and watch them slaughter each other and then he could maybe mop up the rest and then go to bed. Maybe take a bath if he felt like it. However, his contemplations were interrupted as another group of people made it to the scene.

Escorted by a handful of jounins, the Hokage herself strode forward in quick but conserved strides. By her side stood the legendary beast, the infamous copycat ninja and three others he couldn’t identify at the moment.

Tsunade halted at the forefront of her ninjas, her body cloaked in the traditional Hokage robes, minus the hat and she looked rather intimidating as she frowned at the intruders before her.

They rounded out to an uneven number, thirteen. A rather unlucky number if she said so herself. But she was one of the legendary three, a medic ninja that was and, perhaps, still is the greatest to have walked these lands.

That and that fact that Jaraiya was already on his way here helped her confidence a great deal. Supported by among the finest that Konoha had to offer, she felt rather invincible at the moment and for a brief second, wondered if the third often felt this way.

The frown on her face deepened for a flicker as she recognized a few of the intruders before herself. With a glance she noticed that her jounins were also a tad tense, meaning that this was no ordinary band of rogue ninjas. Should her bingo book been properly updated, then the lot before her were all within the ever fun, A class missing-nins.

Her frown continued to deepen despite the fact that she was more then prepared to fight and sacrifice the lives of those beside her to save the village. It was a burden that she neither took lightly nor enjoyed. It came with the job and she had long since accepted it. Though her reason of becoming Hokage was currently considered a threat, she held on, if only to attempt to hold threads of her more fond memories together.

To her, each shinobi was more then a tool that they were trained to be. Each person had a life that they lead; memories that made up their lives and precious things that they would each give their lives to protect. Just like the previous Hokages.

Though she wasn’t the first Hokage to defend her home village, she was damn sure that she wasn’t going to be the first one to fail in such a task. With a slight frown at the prospect of possible defeat, everything began to move.

The fight began instantly as two of the intruders leapt forward, their hands blurring in seals right before they released their attacks, forcing the defending leaf to scatter as two large fireballs lit up the night sky and charbroiled grass and dirt.

Everyone was instantly paired against an opponent as they danced about, small shurikens filled the air with their whistling tunes and kunais were drawn to spill the blood of others.

For Tsunade herself and her two guards, Kakashi and Gai, they stood still as they faced off five intruders. None of them had yet to move a finger, but the air was tense between them, each person waiting for the other to act so that they could capitalize on the openings that would eventually come about.

Two of the five intruders leapt off in opposite directions, their intent was to simply circle around them. With a nod, her two jounins went off to intercept and stop their plan before anything could happen.

The other three however, instantly sprang into action and before Tsunade could even react properly. With widened eyes she realized that her body was responding to her thoughts extremely sluggishly. As a revered medic-nin, it took her scant heartbeats before she noticed her body already under attack, the residual electricity suddenly sparked around her peripheral vision.

Her heightened senses kicked into overdrive as she realized that the attack had come from below, the ember bright scriptures for a seal glowed briefly before her eyes. Within that split second when she was hit, the runes burst outwards, ensnaring her in electric sparks and dazed her.

The realization that she had fallen into a trap came a second later, but it was already too late as the three were already beginning their attacks. In union they drew back their shuriken and threw them, followed by hand-seals. A unanimous cry of “Shuriken Kage Bushin no Jutsu” echoed in the air briefly before it was filled with a hail of spinning sounds.

With a feminine grunt, the fifth Hokage of hidden leaf began her plans of vengeance as she drew chakra to her forehead, the small diamond like seal absorbing her energies freely as she prepared to activate her trump card. Though the shuriken had a lower chance of killing then a kunai, the sheer number was going to hurt like a bitch.

Tsunade gritted her teeth in momentary frustration, she had lost count of the incoming weapons at around 150, and she knew that the incoming injuries were unavoidable but she swore to herself she would kill the bastard that did the most damage to her youthful body before she dealt with the other two.

Her field of vision however suddenly blurred and Tsunade found herself heavily disoriented, the light sounds of countless shuriken embedding themselves filled her ears. She then blinked in confusion as there was no expected pain and as she struggled to focus, her senses sluggishly returning to her. Which lead to the eventual discovery that she was extremely close to someone who had none of the leaf’s scent on them, but it was strangely familiar.

She wanted to leap away but it quickly became apparent that she was being held down by something. A strong something as her strength seemed to wilt before the mountain before her. A feat in itself and Tsunade felt a growing sense of panic of being overpowered as anyone with more raw strength then herself was a definite bad sign.

It took a moment to register that she was sitting down on what she presumed was a leg and that its owner also had its arms wrapped around her midriff while its head was resting on her abdomen, right before her taut stomach.

The urge to escape and destroy the blithering idiot who dared to manhandle her body quickly vanished as the familiarity of the person’s scent slammed home. It was a scent that she had specifically memorized earlier today.

The world instantly came back into painful focus and Tsunade found herself blinking as she saw her ‘brother’ snuggling against her body, the same brother that had refused a hug hours before. Deciding not to question the reason, she instead hugged Naruto herself, a content sigh escaping from his lips as he snuggled in a touch closer.

Looking up, Tsunade found her eyebrows lift a notch as she realized that she was at least five meters away from the ambush from the trio and judging by how a kunai was sticking out of the heart of one of her attackers, she had only two others to worry about. The patch of shuriken sticking up like grass, where she was standing scant moments ago, was also interesting to look at as a few shuriken began to lose stability and with a small pop, vanished back into nothingness.

“You have horrible luck, neechan,” Naruto stated with a content sigh as he felt her warm body against his. He knew her enough so that he didn’t have to move to see her frowning down at him. “I guess I’ll help you today…”

Lifting his head, Naruto found a sadistic grin grow on his face as the two previous attackers rushed up beside him, one to each side. Their momentum allowed their bodies to slow down to react to counterattacks while their arms continued with their own attacks in blinding speeds. Their attack would have pierce flesh and bone with their force alone, while their other arms were prepared to launch a new assault depending how the target dodged.

Their attack itself however was instantly stopped short.

A loud heartbeat echoed in her chest and mind as Tsunade found herself momentarily paralyzed, pain wracking in her chest. Specifically, her heart did a very unnatural twitch. The attacker to her left coughed and fell to his knees while the right person simply choked out blood and fell face forward. Only the person to her left continued to move as coughs racked his body, blood splattering out of his mouth with each unstoppable spasm.

Looking down at the man, she catalogued his symptoms. Disorientation, visible sweat, trouble breathing, dizziness, hand clutched over the heart… it took her but a moment to realized that he was recovering from something along the lines of a extreme form of a stroke.

It would have been ironic had her opponent died in such a manor, however she wanted more time to think on the matter but she shrugged the thoughts aside as a shrill whistle signaled the invaders to regroup.

Staring down at Naruto, Tsunade found her eyes widen. It wasn’t the fact that there was an evil grin on his face. No that would have been fine, however it was the fact that his right eye had suddenly shimmered into life.

His entire right eye flooded into a solid ruby red as a black circle simultaneously outlined his eye. Sapphire blue then burst forth from a nightmarish black pupil that was contorting itself into a vertical slit, seemingly absorbing life and light into itself. The fact that it was also glowing gave his grin an eerie life of it own.

With a dry swallow, Tsunade found herself not seeing the person within the shell, but the shell itself. In all her life as a shinobi, she had thought that she had seen it all. This on the other hand easily took the cake, including the time she had that nightmare of losing a poker game to Jiraiya and becoming his love slave when they were still genin…

Suddenly self conscious, the fifth Hokage of the leaf found herself feeling uneasy as she sat not upon the lap of Uzumaki Naruto, but upon the lap of the Demon Saint, who with his Demon Eye slaughtered all who stood in his way.

The pure sapphire blue eyes swam through a lagoon of ruby blood as it searched the field before them, scanning at each ally and opponent. It had also uncomfortably settled on her for a scant few moments, cataloguing her looks before moving on again. One of the missing-nins began to shake in raw fear.

She had heard the stories of his ventures, of his insatiable battle lust and the fact that he seemed to enjoy ripping people apart for amusement alone. Though she now had to admit, seeing him in real life, staring ahead with such an evil grin and cold eyes, she couldn’t help but let out a silent whimper. How she kept her cool was something she would ask herself for days to come.

Tilting his head so that his normal eye drooped down, letting his midnight black pupil level off on those before himself, Naruto found himself once again experience the same tantalizing taste of raw power rushing through his veins.

This was life! The screaming dominance that dwelt in the darker parts of his mind and soul surged forth with the strength born only of those who were demonic. It was this feeling that gave him his urge to kill, to spill blood and allow his eyes to fill with the sight of death and destruction. It was this feeling that he portrayed to the world through the most simple of arrogant gestures, he grinned.

He felt the woman on his lap tense, the scent of her unease and slight fear heightened his sense of smell as his nose searched for more of that appetizing aroma. The fact that he knew this person, knew this person well was of little importance as he barely remembered her name. He was willing to protect her by killing all those that wanted to harm her here and now. To him, that was enough to know of her.

With a slow smile, he let the woman off his lap, relishing at the close contact of flesh of one who seemed to care for him. She was soft and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his cheek against her exposed skin, right below her neck and allowed himself to linger in her warmth, to relax with the rhythms of her beating heart.

It was a moment of peaceful bliss for himself. He rarely had moments like these. Though the moment lost its serenity as he remembered what truly eased the pain in his mind, body and soul. It was fulfilling the craving that soothed his aches and pains.

The craving to harm those who irritated him, their very existence, aggravated his consciousness and that would not do. Those that gnawed at his peace were not simply doomed, by were just living on borrowed time. The moment they irked him, they were as good as dead. It was only a matter of time before their luck ran out and he found them again. His glaring eyes were the last things that so many of them saw.

His grin turning into a darker smirk, he moved away from the warm girl and found himself the center of attention, as everyone seemed to focus on him. His every move seemed to be taken with a measure of caution as recognition of his demonic eye settled on the minds of all present.

They had all heard of his nickname. The Demon Saint who killed all those who stood in his way. He was known across the continent under many titles that all were referred to him.

The Fallen Angel of Konoha, the Great Stalker of Death, the Eye of Terror, he had heard them all and were amused by them. The most universal nickname was the one he kept. Demon Saint and it often came with the addition, Of Demon Eye. A good nickname if he thought so himself. It made him feel powerful.

“So the Cross-Eyed Leaf rodent rears its ugly head.”

Blinking in surprise and slight shock, the man known as Demon Saint turned his head slightly to the man who dared utter such a horrid reference. Really now, what kind of man gave out a queasy and uninspired name such as that?

“Ha. Ha.” Naruto stated mirthlessly with a frown as he zeroed in on the speaker, an undistinguished man who bore the cross out marking of Suna, the village of sand. “How by hell did you come up with such a freakishly poor name as that?”

“It’s a gift, Now why don’t you make like a tree… and leaf?” the man stated with a straight face. It held for a brief moment before it cracked under his abysmal attempts at humor. Even a few of his comrades groaned at the remark.

“How punny,” Naruto said as he stopped a good two meters before the soon to be killed man. “Any last words before I rip off your arms and gut you?”

The Sand-nin lifted his eyebrows in mock surprise as he opened his mouth. “Awww, is the little kitty going to bite? Why don’t you make like a banana and split? Or go the library and book it? Or! GrraAAaaAaHhhHhHh!”

The sudden eruption of pain as ones’ arms being ripped off mercilessly made itself known to the bad missing-pun-nin as his arms exploded off in a shower of blood and were expelled to either side.

The fact that the missing nin barely had time to register the movements of the man he was ridiculing was lost on him as he coughed up mucus stained blood and his body teetered from the sudden offset of losing two arms worth of weight.

“Well, to be fair, I am going to do a magic act with the saying, ‘When it rains, it pours.’” Naruto stated as if he was on stage and used it in a slow sentence while he raised his right hand, spread his fingers slightly, as though each of his fingernails was a in fact razor sharp and in a flourish, slashed the man across his main body.

“For my final words to you, Why don’t You make like a Bee and Buzzoff?” Naruto paused for a moment to taste the air at his homemade pun and then scrunched his face as the words hit home. “Feh, okay, So I am not the greatest in puns.”

His general mood however, lightened as he looked down at the man who was looking ahead in a dazed fashion. “By the way, im a fox, not a cat. Try to rememeber that as you die,” with a smirk that screamed out smug, Naruto turned around and calmly walked away to stare at the other opponents. The missing nin on the other hand let out a gurgle right before a bloody explosion of a thick red mist erupted from what was left of the man’s body as it tried its hardest to release all of its internal fluids into the open air.

The other missing-nins felt themselves twitch as the Demon Saint began to casually stroll towards them, the left over twitching body was hard to ignore as the haze of blood began to settle.

At ten meters distance, the leftover invading forces were seriously contemplating retreat as half their numbers were already dead, killed by the Konoha Shinobi and half of their deaths were because of one man.

The surviving numbers were preparing to flee back into the forest, their bodies tensed for the moment when they would all break away and vanish into the comforting darkness. There they could fully let the fear seep out of their systems and a few could cry themselves to sleep.

With a blink, the Demon Saint vanished. There was no smoke or hand seals. He suddenly vanished mid step and though they didn’t sense where he appeared by smell, sight or sound, the man’s oppressive gaze gave clear indication of where he was.

As one, the entire missing-nins turned their head towards their escape rout and frowned in desperation as a wave of pure killer intent washed over them, locking their muscles and turning their wills into mush. The knowledge that he could kill them before they could escape was unmistakably demonstrated. They were most likely going to die within the next few minutes.

Two of their numbers quickly broke off, rushing towards the leisurely walking demon and in unison formed a hand seal, both people creating a dozen shadow clones apiece and threw out a wall of shurikens.

The Demon Saint’s eye lit up in amusement before he vanished once again, appearing beside two different shinobi and with his fingers tensed as though they were claws, he slashed through their throats. The two ninjas clutched at their throats as life seeped between their fingers, blood spraying out of their torn necks.

There was a mass popping sound as all the other shadow clones suddenly vanished while the dead bodies of the owners fell to the ground in a dramatic scene. The Demonic Eye shone with what had to be unholy delight as he continued to move forward.

The shaking missing-nin of Hidden Sound finally broke out of the Demon Saint’s killer intent, his muscles wobbled as he felt his companions sneer slightly at his show of cowardice but he was beyond caring. With a dry swallow he took note that one of his numbers had gone missing. He tried to recall where the person was since he was right beside his left arm and he was positive that he wasn’t among the dead yet.

The sound of a kicked rock instantly brought the man back to his senses and he started to forcibly cough in order to clear his throat. It was a miracle but he knew that he would live through this night and as the team leader for this botched mission, it was beyond time to cut his losses and retreat.

Their were less then a handful of his men left and he wanted to keep his losses short. It also occurred to him that other then the man to his left, the man behind him was also gone. If memory served him correctly, the man was the third shadow clone user in his group and if the clone that was with him was gone, then it meant that he was dead.

With a silent curse, the team leader took a second to wonder when the Demon Saint had killed the man hiding in the woods. The second came to an abrupt halt as the Demon Saint pierced the soft earth and with a grin of a pleased foxlike cat, he threw his right arm outwards, pulling it out of the earth and dragging out a body with it.

The body hung in the air for a few spins, showing everyone how the bastard died mid scream, foot long(30cm) lacerations raked across his chest, over the lungs and one across the back, over and through the spine.

It was the thud of the man’s body that spurred the team leader into action as he quickly walked towards the Demon Saint, head held low in respect and submission. Memories of his old team, his loyal and dead teammates floated back to him in ragged slashes of a bad slide show.

The man’s original team had been wiped out in the same fashion as his current team was. Except then, he had survived due to sheer luck, just as he was about to now. Speaking in a clear voice, he stopped a full meter away from the demonic man. “For the lives of my team, I have a information that I am sure you are interested in, Lord Pride!”

Swallowing in apprehension, the leader of the remaining unit of four clenched his jaw stressfully as he tried his hardest to not squirm under the scrutiny of the demonic eye, which was currently intensifying.

“Speak.”

The leader blinked at the short command. There was no doubt that he would not listen to the command. He opened his mouth to spill the words that would allow him and his men to live. The memories of his final moments with his team flooding his memories as he spoke, “You are being searched out by Greed, who will enter Konoha by the next full moon in order to find out where you could be. He is angered over Avarice’s death. The one known as Lust is also searching you out, Lord Pride.”

Frowning, the one also known as ‘Pride’ could only grind his teeth in anger as his demon eye fed off his rolling emotions at the name of one of his enemies. He was angry and pleased, hot with anticipation and cold with expectations. Yet, above all he felt the scalding hatred for the one known as ‘Greed’ and would do much to gain the opportunity to gut that son of a bitch again.

“Go.” He had spoken in a curt tone at shivering man before himself and he idly noted that the man was backing off slowly while making motions for his remaining allies to flee.

The ninjas of leaf would do nothing, he knew, as they would not tempt fate and try to countermand his allowance for the invaders to go. It would have been stupid to act against him right now, since even they could most likely feel his unstable hatred flow within his veins.

Then he noticed that the leader type idiot was ordering one of his allies to stop. With a slight eye twitch of annoyance, the man known as Demon Saint felt the amusement of the battle bleed out of him as he watched dispassionately as a former member of hidden leaf rushed him.

When the missing-leaf-nin reached striking distance, Naruto allowed himself to frown as the euphoria of the fight dissipated from his system. The knowledge that one of the seven was still after him, though no surprise was aggravating since he thought that he had dealt with that nuisance of a man. The leading man had spoken the truth, as the man had been marked by greed and it showed in the man’s eyes when Greed was mentioned

His body blurred, his hands and legs striking in practiced ease, hitting twelve of thirteen vital and open points of the woman’s body, crushing bones and flesh in a single symphony of brutal aggression before he delivered the final blow.

It was a seemingly casual strike, a momentary flick of the right arm and a perfect snap at the wrist, propelling the hand forward into the chest of the attacking woman who had instantly stopped short with the first hit, her body to confused and disoriented with what the mind told it to do and what damage it had experienced.

There was a wrenching sound as Naruto ripped out her heart, the woman who could not have been more then thirty stumbled back half a step before she began to fall to her knees. She could only stare in mixed shock, pain and horror at what was ripped out of her. There was a brief flash of twisted and red and blue from a demonic right eye before he crushed the vital organ in his hand, sending blood everywhere. Her last moments were filled with raining blood, disbelief and a glowing blue eye swimming through the falling blood, carrying pain and hatred packed into a proud gaze.

“Go before I make you join your companions at the base of Snowy Mountain. Your luck grows shorter by the second. I had no time then, I do now.” Naruto spat out in annoyance, the death of the woman before him only soothed his anger momentarily as he licked at the splotches of blood that stained his lips.

The missing-sound-nin could only nod in horror as the memories of the past and present overlaid together and he ran, giving out a final, strained command to retreat and fled himself, only to find himself running alone as his teammates had instantly out dashed him and within a blink, vanished into the night forest.

A low growl escaped his own lips as Naruto lifted his towards the caressing light of the moon. His temper had suddenly become raw as his mind dwelt on the treacherous Greed the remaining members of the seven.

With a spit of displeasure over the bitter taste of the dead leaf woman, Naruto simply glanced back at Tsunade, making sure she was still alive before he simply turned away and walked into the shadows of the night.

He was suddenly hit with another craving, it was a unstoppable compulsion to bath under this pale white moonlight, maddeningly weak as it was, the urge nonetheless gnawed away at his body, mind and soul as he longed to lounge under a moon he had but seen once, long ago.

(“ ) ( “ )> (> ”)> Author’s Corner:

Now to say a few things. Why have I not updated before? The answer is simple, I live in a different time stream then you reading people. What do I mean? Well for you a lot of time has passed since my last chapter. For me? It feels like a updated a few weeks ago P

And to address some oddities of my writing that I may or may not had said before, I am attempting to write within give or take a few paragraphs, within approx. 10 pages, excluding the poem, disclaimer, title and my beloved Author’s Corner.

Why? Well, that is because if Masashi Kishimoto (Person who created Naruto) can stuff a chap of the manga into 19pages, I can stuff something feasible into 10.

As for why names like, Pride, Greed, Lust? I watched too much Full Metal Alchemist, that’s why. The characters most likely wont be the same, maybe Lust cause I thought she was fairly hot, but there are no homunculus in this series though. But why do I need that when I can explain their powers via hidden, never seen until now bloodlines? ;)

I am doing this as a direct release and as such, there will be mistakes and whatnot until I get around to editing this sucker, give or take a month or thirty-six.

For those who will eventually look over this chapter and say, OMGWTF, Naruto is way tooo overpowered, like a Super Saiyen fused with Unicron, who then absorbed the philosopher stone, Al and all, and restarted his char, New Game, with the previous stats but at lvl 1 a million times over and then gamesharked the sucker while throwing free mass exp into the mix via osmosis… (Kudos to those who actually followed that I said, and I declare you NERD!) All I have to say is suck it up, don’t tell me that since I already ‘Know’ this and the other ‘Seven’ are appropriately equalized via Mathematics and whatever pops into my head at the time. I will also think upon the leftover titles of “Greed”, “Envy”, “Anger”, “Sloth”, and “Gluttony”. I already have Naruto as “Pride” and he killed off “Avarice” since I could care less about the loss of feelings and compassion between people since in the end, I would more or less remake Sasuke with a more obscure name P

Well, other then that, I guess you reviewing bastards get blamed for this chapter. How dare you make me feel good about myself and start a new chapter! Like who likes to be complimented anymore?

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Waitaminute… I do! So erm, beloved fans… I hope you enjoyed the chap since I was worried about cramming this sucker in under 10 pages and make it all cool and stuff and since this did go over 10 pages, I am ashamed…

Like any of you care.

Anyways, I am done ranted at the end of my chapter for the sole benefit that I am wasting your precious time with meandering words and senselessly cohesive yet correct wordings within acceptable sentence structures. Aka I am wasting time using big words that should you understand them, make sense.

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Oo now how do I unbold that ‘hint hint’ since I didn’t go out of my way to bold it?

Glory that is MSWord P

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