"What do you want?" he asked lazily, sizing him up.
"I wanted to say hello to Naruto."
"Tough luck." He smirked, all teeth and narrowed eyes. The man stiffened, and his scent spiked into fear/hate. Mmmh. Tasty.
'Ramen's tastier, 'n you lettin' it cool down. Crime.'
/I'm thinking up ways to traumatize your mommy and you think about ramen?/
'He's a school teacher, you gotta do worse than leer and say stuff to traumatize him. He's not stupid either -- you ain't gonna scare him out of his wits, and he only blows up at me 'nyway. Now you said you wanted ramen, if you don't want it I can take over and rescue it.'
/...fuck off, brat. Mine./ Snarling, Kyuubi curled around his bowl, growling out loud. He hated anyone even looking at his food, and bleeding or not, this was still his, still the first real food he was allowed to taste on his own. He didn't share, not even with his host.
'... And he's not my mommy... maybe my dad. Kinda. And pervert-sennin's my granddad.' Naruto's voice was soft, wistful.
Kyuubi slurped his noodles noisily, sneering. /I killed my sire when I was a four-tails. Gained a tail from devouring his heart./
'... Why do I still try to share anything with you?'
/You're stupid, just like Bitch says all the time./ Kyuubi glanced at Iruka, who was still watching him with narrowed eyes. He was too close to dodge should Kyuubi choose to swipe at his throat. Mighty confident that his prison would stop him in time -- okay, he was right, but... 'che. Too trusting anyway.
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"I wanted to say hello to Naruto."
"Tough luck." He smirked, all teeth and narrowed eyes. The man stiffened, and his scent spiked into fear/hate. Mmmh. Tasty.
'Ramen's tastier, 'n you lettin' it cool down. Crime.'
/I'm thinking up ways to traumatize your mommy and you think about ramen?/
'He's a school teacher, you gotta do worse than leer and say stuff to traumatize him. He's not stupid either -- you ain't gonna scare him out of his wits, and he only blows up at me 'nyway. Now you said you wanted ramen, if you don't want it I can take over and rescue it.'
/...fuck off, brat. Mine./ Snarling, Kyuubi curled around his bowl, growling out loud. He hated anyone even looking at his food, and bleeding or not, this was still his, still the first real food he was allowed to taste on his own. He didn't share, not even with his host.
'... And he's not my mommy... maybe my dad. Kinda. And pervert-sennin's my granddad.' Naruto's voice was soft, wistful.
Kyuubi slurped his noodles noisily, sneering. /I killed my sire when I was a four-tails. Gained a tail from devouring his heart./
'... Why do I still try to share anything with you?'
/You're stupid, just like Bitch says all the time./ Kyuubi glanced at Iruka, who was still watching him with narrowed eyes. He was too close to dodge should Kyuubi choose to swipe at his throat. Mighty confident that his prison would stop him in time -- okay, he was right, but... 'che. Too trusting anyway.