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Red Ties	By : Minolta Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, and Masashi Kishimoto owns the Naruto characters. I own the Plot! But don't make anything

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- 1-Red Ties
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Hello everyone I'm trying a Final Fantasy 7 and Naruto crossover, because I was bored and I have only seen but a handful of these out there. Hope you like it.
Author: Minolta
Rated: R
Pairings:
Title: Red Ties
Note- I do not own Naruto nor FF7

Blue eyes blinked rapidly trying to dispel the insulting tears; he was thirteen for crying out loud.
All around the youth were tall green pine trees, and shrubs of different shapes and sizes.
Rocks, small and large, were sticking up throughout the rocky landscape. It seemed like a barren waste land.
He tripped, almost falling before he could catch himself.
The only sound around the boy was his harsh breathing and the thumping of his booted feet through the moss covered ground.
Looking up, brushing sweat out of his stinging eyes. He glared as he remembered the fight he had with his mom.
It wasn't his fault he was late and limping home bloodied.
The local kids were bad mouthing him and his mother again. He was just defending their family's honor. There was no way he would stand there, as they called her a slut, and cunt of the village. Just because his mom and him were outsides from the start, did not give the village the right to throw those despicable words around.
But it didn't help either that she was a single parent, trying to raise a son by herself. That's why the children would pick on him. Saying he was a bastard and a no good kid, just because he only had his mom to take care of him. It made no sense to Cloud, he knew his mother, Elaina, was a good person and was sweet tempered. It was the rest of them that were wrong, their lying words and hateful souls. He hated all of them.
By the time he had actually crested the steep hill, which was more like a mountain, it was dark.
The sun had just slipped over the mountain off into the distance. But that didn't matter because he had finally made it.
Smiling a little, he jogged the rest of the way, turning left first then when he met a certain bush he would turn another left.
He finally stopped and looked around to make sure he was alone before dashing to the left and into a thicket of trees. Right in front of him, coming into his sight, was his own personal treasure.
It was an entrance to a cave. At a first glace it didn't look like anything special, just an ordinary cave that surrounded the small village where the boy lived. The rock formation and the sediment were natural. But if one looked closer they would notice a deep stained muddy brown color, covering the walls to the cave.
That was due to Cloud. He was proud of his self control and temper, but when the idiot villagers were just too stupid for him to deal with, he would take it out on hunts. He would go hunting up in the mountains, taking all his anger out on unsuspecting monsters. Their blood would run and Cloud would feel a little less tense. He loved the color so much; he had taken the carcasses and stained his cave with their flowing life. Of course he felt a little remorseful as he handled the dead body, but the color looked beautiful.
A determined spark could be seen from his eyes, as they swept through the darkness. He knew he was getting closer, could feel it. He stopped and reached out with his hand blindly feeling for the cave wall.
He reached it and felt around the rough surface before encountering a wet substance walking forward anew, now at a slower pace, his hand tingling from the sticky residue.
Smiling he walked a little faster, almost at a run, when he stopped in front of the glowing soft blue entrance.
It was another part of the cave, but instead of the light browns or dark blacks that a normal cave would have. It was filled with different crystal lights shining, shimmering everywhere the eye would catch.
The crystals were mostly green and blue, but some were purple, even orange. The best though, was the deep red that filtered through the small cavern. Like the rising sun that greeted his closed eyes.
In the middle of this small area was the largest crystal that seemed to have all the colors mixed within. There was liquid inside the crystal itself, making the colors switch from place to place, glowing softly. The red was a prominent fixture, pulsing with life.
The small boy didn't pay any attention to this though; instead he went further towards the left where he could see a sort of makeshift bed. It had a couple of old blankets and some sheets that were wrapped into plastic bags so the wet moister of the cave could not touch it. There were also some pictures of people, a small flashlight, some tins for food, and finally a tattered box in the corner.
Walking over proudly at the little display, the boy plopped down on the ground took the wrapping off the blankets, and set them on the ground to make it more comfortable for him.
Absently rubbing his arm when he remembered the trouble he had gone through just because he had, "borrowed," a couple of blankets from their neighbors.
Another reminder why he hated the villagers. If a person had discarded there used items then it was fair game. But it seemed they thought it was too good for Cloud and had whacked him in the arm with a stick. They had claimed ignorance when Mayor Lockheart, asked what had happened. The man, Brice, stating, they had thought Cloud was a burglar. That very next morning Mr. Brice woke up to a surprise. His famed plants had all died mysteriously over night.
Sighing Cloud grabbed the box from the corner and opened the tins for some food with his other hand at the same time.
Stuffing what looked like bread into his mouth, he absently chewed.
A small plop could be heard throughout the area, as the boy went through the box.
On the floor where the lid had fallen was a name scribbled in black messily spelling 'Cloud'.
The boy, named Cloud, lifted the box higher in the air looking at the different colored smooth round stones. One was blue another green. These were found when he had killed two Nibel wolves that had shuck up from behind. After he had cut their hide and had watched the liquid drip from them, he had spotted something strange. It turned out that these wolves must have ambushed an untrained person, had killed them and had unknowingly eaten two materia balls. Not that Cloud was complaining. He just didn't know what type they were yet, but he couldn't wait to try them out. Maybe even on a villager, that had gotten lost in the mountains.
But first he would have to get training and unfortunately that would mean leaving his mother here in this little village Nibelheim with those hateful villagers.
He would need to go to Midgar City and learn to become a Soldier. Maybe he would even get to see the General in action.
He shifted a little on his makeshift bed, to look at the pictures absentmindedly. There were some from his dad, a man with blond hair and green eyes. He didn't know anything about the man, other then he died and left them to rot here.
Another picture portrayed him mom. A beautiful woman with long flowing light brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Right beside her was a small boy with spiked blond hair that somewhat resembled a Chocobird.
He had blue eyes and was dressed in a green shirt with black shorts on.
The picture would have portrayed a nice smiling family were it not for Cloud, the small boy in the picture, didn't have the biggest scowl in the world.
Ah yes he remembered that day, he didn't want to take the stupid pose and right in front of Tifa. Shaking his head the blond boy laid down on his stomach, he hoped his mom was alright. She was probably worried about him now. Oh well he was already grounded for tracking blood and mud into the house. Apparently she didn't approve of him going on hunts by himself. She also wondered about all the blood that seemed caked on his clothes.
Lazily scratching at his stomach, blue eyes drifted off into sleep. The last sight was the soft pulsing red surrounding him.
The first thing that greeted Cloud upon waking should have been the nice soft glow throughout the cave area.
'What the hell is going on'.
The ground was actually moving and jolting a little. Cloud knew when an earthquake was upon him and this was different, this was no ordinary earthquake.
The crystals in the cave seemed to be glowing brighter. The ground would not stop shaking but none of the crystals seemed to be in the least bit affected, in fact they stayed right where they were.
What really worried the blond was the large crystal in the middle.
Cloud quickly jumped up and moved away from the glowing thing. This had never happened and he was sorely thinking about getting the hell out of here. There was just one problem, in order to leave he would have to come in close contact with the large crystal, and right now he didn't want to get any where near the thing.
Trying to stay on his feet and constantly looking at the crystals above his head wearily, he looked back at what was happening.
The large crystal that seemed to glow ten times what it normally does had the colors inside it start to move in rapid spirals. It looked like it was over heating, because soon Cloud could see large air mass bubbling inside. It was also too some discomfort, getting hotter in the cave. Cloud was starting to really get worried even as red light spanned the ground, creating an adrenaline rush through his veins. Fists clenched at his sides shaking, and sweat had accumulated on his brow. The crystal was getting even brighter by the minute, Cloud had to look away or else he feared he would go blind.
Strangely there was no sound, just the shaking of the earth. He sorely wished this nightmare would soon stop.
Cloud then noticed something, while he was semi lost in his own little world the shaking had lessened, and was gradually dying, but the light was getting worse. He could see on the wall, a bright reddish orange light flashing before it suddenly blinked out along with the earthquake. Then a loud shattering noise, like glass that had just been dropped on the floor.
Cloud was so shocked about the lights ending that he felt like he had jumped a mile high in the air when he heard that horrid noise. He blinked and opened his eyes not even aware they had closed all by themselves. Looking around the walls to make sure he was not going to get blinded, he saw nothing but the soft glow that usually beamed around the area.
Not wanting to turn around but assumed he had to, and he would admit, also wanting to know what that shattering glass sound was.
Cloud took a deep breath and turned slowly, feeling his heart rate go up a notch made him turn around faster.
Cloud's breath hitched as his eyes grew wider.
Stumbling back his rear hit the cold damp wall with an echoing thud. Right in front of him only some many feet away was a prone figure lying on the cave floor. Cloud quickly assessed the situation, noticing that the crystal was split in half and that greenish blue water was everywhere, it was still trickling out of the broken crystal.
Around the figure he could see small shards of rock and water, so now he knew what that breaking sound was, he thought distantly. Finally swallowing his fear Cloud let his eye shift to the figure.
He could tell it was male by the lack of clothes and that the person seemed to have blond hair but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure because the prone body still had the greenish blue liquid all over them and some sort of slime that was covering there whole body. Red liquid also covered the prone figure. Shaking Cloud got his feet steady underneath him before treading slowly across the cave floor to get a closer look.
When he deemed it safe, he bent down a ways and to his somewhat relief he could tell that the boy was breathing, shaking but still breathing. He could also tell the boy was bleeding heavily, but Cloud could not pinpoint where the injury might lie, since the blood covered his skin like a glove.
Frowning lightly, he stood up and went over to his makeshift bed before grabbing one of the blankets, a blue one, than came back over to the figure and dropped it on him. Covering him like a corpse.
Before steadily moving back, not wanting to get to close nor make any noises. He didn't know what it was, nobody that he knew or had meet, to his knowledge, had ever broke out, or lived in a crystal.
He knew that was not a good idea though especially with the bloodthirsty monsters roaming outside now that it was well into the night. That decided Cloud made his way to his little corner, wrapped the blankets around him and sat staring unblinkingly at the figure that now had a blue blanket over him. His mind turning at what his mom was doing now that the sun had gone down, probably worried with fear. She would probably act just like before.
Flashback
He had unpleasantly over slept, and his mother would most likely not approve. The sun itself was just rising over the mountains, like a heated ball, blinding everything it touched with its soft yet hurtful rays, casting the shadows away only for them to slither under rocks or holes. Little animals, that seemed to have sprouted from the ground, scurried to and fro all around the cold dirt floor.
While much larger predators of the night hid for the day. Up near the reactor, a thick green and brown haze had coved the air surrounding the reactor itself. Choking the plants and animals, that dared trespass too close to the tall menacing building. But Cloud was imperious to all of these happenings. He did not pay any heed to nothing really, just thinking about how royally fucked he was.
And it was such a disappointment; he had so much fun yesterday. He had killed a mutated dear that had wondered a little too close to the underground mako springs. A clean slice through the hard neck muscles, when the beast had attacked him. Its body flopped down to the ground, saturated the brown dirt with red. He was almost tempted to dip his finger in that pool and taste the color. But he knew it was tainted and poisoned that come from that fallen dear. So instead he dragged it back to the cave and painted the walls with its carcass.
He must have run the whole way there because before he knew it, he had made it into town. He could already see the morning people up and about, sitting on their porches smoking sage, reading the small news print from the local newspaper. Well the only news print they had was only because of Mrs. Berretta. She had forked over the money for a small transport to deliver news every Sunday. She had stated that she did not want to live in a backwater town with no news on the real world.
Others were already at work with their gardens, namely Higgins, weeding out pesky plants and rodents that inhabited the small garden.
In fact Cloud could swear he saw the rodents smile at the poor old lady, before running away laughing at her attempt to catch them with her small withering bones. He might have felt inclined to help, but the old hag didn't like him. She claimed he was unnatural, when she had at one point caught him licking up red fluid from his hand at the end of a hunt. Maybe he could try out his new materia, if she went and got lost in the mountains.
Breathing deeply, Cloud dent over and gripped his knees right outside his own house. Steadying his mind, he straightened his back, and hung his head high.
Slowly but surely he raised his hand to the knob and twisted it painfully slow. He was not stalling; no he was just taking in all the sights in front of him. The door for example was made of sturdy hard wood, Cloud noticed.
It had a light shine to it even though it had to be at least fifteen years old or maybe even older. There were knots and indents in some areas, indicating that it indeed was an old seasoned wood. Oh who was he kidding, he was stalling, hoping his mom was still asleep.
Before too long, Cloud was looking at the knob that was in his tanned hand. It was covered in brass but it looked like it was fading fast. For parts of it looked actually worn so deep the color was non existent, leaving a rather disgusting brown and green in it's place.
Hum, he would have to fix this, he did not want other people to think they were poor on top of everything else.
Fuck, he was doing it again. He was just stalling for time because he did not want to get in trouble with his mom. He loved her and did not wish to cause her any more stress, she was already sick as it was.
He froze as soon as the door was closed behind him.
The normally peaceful cozy home, with a warm hearth burning brightly, and colorful pictures all over the walls, was the image that greeted him. That and a very irritated sour faced mother, holding her hands at the hip. Not to mention the angry glint in the stone cold eyes. Taking in all the features but for a few seconds.
Cloud had determined that he was fucked.
Sighing for the tenth time that day, in less than two hours and forty seconds, but who was keeping track.
Not him, neither had he written down the time it took for those sighs, nope not him.
Stretching his arms high until they cracked, he leaned back in his chair lazily, and looked out the window. On the desk lay a scattered array of papers and an ink pen not two feet away from the small scribble of words and tally marks.
If one so happened to read, it would state:
'Kill me now'.
The desk itself was an ordinary golden brown, with paper and books on the surface of the scratched worn top. Indicating the over usage of the furniture.
Around the area near the desk was a lamp, which was currently off, while on the other side of the desk was a medium sized bed put neatly together with a thick warm blue comforter on it. The floor was mostly white with dark thread here and there. It was not soft when someone would pad on it barefoot, but it was not hard as a rock either. The walls covering the room were of a deep blue, everything appeared customary in this small room, except the pictures.
There were news clippings and old stories that had every detail regarding ShinRa and Soldier on the walls, and of course The Great General Sephiroth. Right by the collected mayhem was a single small calendar, marking the day when he could leave and start his journey to Midgar. Rolling the chair around, Cloud put his feet on top of the careworn desk before sighing again. His boots were muddy, he noted indifferently.
Currently he was in his room, being punished. Again that sounded really lame to him, but here he was, in his room, being punished.
Like he had thought, his mother had went over the deep end and had shouted at him that she was worried sick, and had thought a monster or the cliffs had taken his life. Than she had went on about how she had gotten no sleep at all and had the villagers go look for him. During all this he was moderately surprised that no one came knocking. Insisting the noise level to be brought down.
Now during all this Cloud indeed felt like shit, he did not want his mom to worry, or stress about his well being. He did not ask her to worry for him, and so he had stubbornly lowered his head and narrowed his eyes on the faded cream colored floor. While he listened to his mother's rant.
The end result of that little stunt had him in his room, doing homework and not going outside to play. Cloud snorted on that last thought, him playing, and what was he expected to do, go outside and play hop scotch?
He didn't "play," with the other kids anyway. They were all too childish for his liking. They never came up with anything good to say, it was just wasted words.
So really his punishment was every light compared to some of the past ones.
Sluggishly drifting his eyes out the window Cloud absentmindedly watched the village in all its glory. People were moving in and out of their homes, slamming shut doors and eying their neighbors suspiciously. Like they had found the true reason to life and were guarding it to their bosom.
Some talked to friends loudly, waving their arms high in the sky and making ridiculous jesters while others, namely Goldenbaum. Sat constantly on their porches and yelled at kids running or walking too slowly in front of the view, shaking angry fists in the air. Oh and spiting brown wades of sage from his mouth.
Everything seemed to be normal, the small hotel was still up and running for those who found themselves lost or just wanted to stay the night in a small town. It's large overbearing shadow, covering the towns square, with it's pale blue chipped paint and rusted windows. The small mini bar that wasn't really a bar, but more of a basement was up and running too. For Cloud could already see people stumbling out and others going in the house.
'The Pelt and Sales' was also doing fine.
He could see a young man, even as Cloud sat in his chair, try to haggle a fine fur for a cheaper price, but Cloud knew better then anyone that the old coot, Edwards would not be easily won over with cheap talk.
Fuck his life was so boring, it was fun looking at people and watching them, but he could take only so much. No wonder he was a little too fund of blood, it was because of these people. He was sure.
"Cloud."
Hearing his name, Cloud turned along with the chair, and was met with warm chocolate brown eyes. And soft swaying hair, that seemed to reflect the sun. Waving his hand half heartily at the girl, Cloud watched. The girl in question smiled a little, today she had on a black long shirt, reaching to her knees with long blue pants that had to be rolled up at the bottom.
"Come on Cloud, come outside and play." She yelled.
Shaking his head Cloud leaned on the window sill to see her better.
"I can't today Tifa."
Tifa herself smiled a little awkwardly.
"Oh, well maybe next time." She said, and left than without saying another word.
The barely thirteen year old frowned at the spot where the girl was. Tifa was indeed a weird one, she was the only girl that talked to him, and he had yet to decipher why. He himself did not go out of his way to say hi to her nor did he strike up a conversation with her, ever. So why was she always trying to talk to him and push him into interacting with the other kids.
He hated to play there silly games of tag and hide 'n seek, to him it was just a waste. He would rather cook, honestly.
End Flashback
'It's wet.'
Were the first coherent thoughts that past his muddled brain. He felt cold and lazy, like a lizard not wanting to sunbath but knew instinctively that it must.
He wanted to stay right where he was and not worry about the consequences. But he was hungry and wet, it couldn't be helped he had to get up.
What was he doing again?
He couldn't remember but it was so cold, like he had just sat in a tub full of ice water. Maybe he needed to get out of the bath before he froze to death. Could a person freeze to death sitting in their own bath water, he thought distantly.
God his head hurt now that he thought about it.
Breathing he tried to open an eye to see where the hell he was, and if he really needed to move after all. He had to do something or else his mind would wonder again.
For some reason it was hard to open his heavy eye lid, like the damn thing was glued to his skin.
When he had partially exceeded he quickly snapped it shut, groaning and wincing. To much light he decided, if the throbbing in his head was any consolation. What was he even doing here, and where was he to begin with. He had only caught a little glimpse before he had to shut out the light.
Startled he heard something shift to his left, well he assumed it was his left or maybe right? Ah he didn't know and, it didn't really matter right now. What mattered was opening his eyes and being able to move.
Shifting ever so lightly, testing his hands and legs for any strain. The boy attempted once again to open his eyes, this time taking it real slow. Dull blue eyes cracked open.
He really couldn't make heads or tails at what he saw. He just knew on instinct, that he had to assess where he was.
Groaning a little more, he tried to move. He established it was some kind of cave, due to the walls enclosed like they were, but the light glowing crystals said otherwise. He was a little puzzled by them with there gleaming small lights.
It reminded him of fireflies in a warm spring evening. They would be happily dancing through the air, riding nothing but the current. While the cherry blooms would spring forward connecting and colliding in a dance all there own. People with masks and swords, strutting around in the evening, as they bought and watched the wooden stalls.
Shifting lightly he felt movement on top of him. Frowning at this new development he turned ever so slightly, and there it was again. It felt soft and light, like a cloud on a sunny warm day.
No he had to think, a cave. Yes he was in some sort of glowing cave with a blanket on him, not a cloud.
He slowly rolled onto his stomach. Wincing in disgust at the sound of squelching, from the water that had accumulated underneath him.
Not paying any attention to anything else but the sole idea of getting up. The boy paused for a moment, somewhat astonished he was already tired just from that little movement.
Grunting he felt around a little with his hands, finding not but muddied water and small rocks. He also noticed a deep red liquid, but tried to ignore that for a moment. With his feet he kicked out a little, more like a jerk, to see if anything was in his way. Then he twisted his body back and forth, trying to test his mobility.
While all this was happening, Cloud himself just watched as this strange thing seemed to be withering like a snake, or a fish out of water. And it seemed it had yet to figure out that someone else was in the cave along with it.
Meanwhile the after mentioned, "It" heard something along the lines of scraping rock against rock with the dull echoing of booted feet.
Snapping his head up as fast as he could, he saw a figure approach before the world seemed to spin wildly around him. Closing his eyes tightly against the vertigo and breathing deeply, he silently cursed. For he could still see spinning colors behind his shut eyelids.
God his head hurt and his body was screaming in protest at the smallest movements.
He was in no danger right now he thought logically. If he was the person would have either killed him or knocked him out by now, which didn't happen. Breathing through his nose he sat and, cracked his crystal blue eyes open, only to come across another pair of blue eyes not but an inch from his face.
He screamed shrilly yelling out.
"Pervert."
Before he had tried to get up. It didn't work that way though, for he had just sort of wiggled like a worm on a hook. His motor functions going haywire. Groaning, he tried to get his mouth to form words. When was the last time he left like this? That's right; the last time was when he was fighting Madara. Fuck Madara, where was the bastard that took away his home and friends.
Wincing his head pounded for a moment, as images run through his mindset. The battle, he remembered, was just beyond the Leaf village, not a cave. Bodies had been everywhere, both dead and alive, comrades and enemies. That bastard Madara had somehow extracted the other half of Kyuubi's soul from the shikigami. And with that he had created the Jubi, the King of Demons. But what happened afterwords, he knew Madara was dead. Killed him with a short sword after the fucker stabbed Sasuke's chest.
Cloud for his part had jumped up from the thing, and had stepped back when the boy had let out an ear piercing scream that had echoed all over the cavern walls.
He had just wanted to get a better look at the necklace that had surrounded the long tanned neck. It had writing on it, and was just curious, not expecting the boy to go ballistic at seeing him.
"Who are you calling a pervert." Cloud muttered, somewhat disgruntled.
But the other boy had ignored him, and instead had started bringing his hands around to push up with his weight. Cloud would have helped, but he didn't really want the other to start screaming again.
He noticed absentmindedly that the boy did in fact have blond hair just like him, but it was spiked in layers all going up. While Cloud's own hair was pulled back to make a small a pony tail. The shade of the hair was different too, where as Cloud's was dishwater blond.
The boy was a much shinier wheat color. Cloud was brought out of his thoughts abruptly when "It" had decided to reach up to his chest. His arms were covered in a muddy brown color.
Cloud watched intently as, "It" picked up a small crystal necklace staring at it. The others eyes were a blank canvas as he stared at the pendent. Cloud too stared, and without even comprehending what he was doing, he reached out with steady hands to read what the small scripter said.
The atmosphere all around them was so intense Cloud had troubles breathing correctly, until his voice spoke one word.
"Naruto." It said, Naruto on the small crystal.
Naruto for his part, glared at the boy as he spoke his name. And on that account, who the hell was this. He didn't have any headband markings, so Naruto didn't know if it was the enemy or friend. Ever since that ambush that killed Sai, Naruto had been very weary as who to trust. But war did that to one. The boy also kind of looked a little like him, no he never seen this one before, maybe a new recruit for the war.
Was he, perhaps here to take care of the wounded? Looking around, Naruto scratched that idea out the window, no one else was here except for the two. Looking down at his body, Naruto grimaced at all the blood and green water.
Meanwhile Cloud was still trying to puzzle this out.
The name, 'Naruto' must have either been the youths name or some kind of God that he had perhaps worshiped. Or maybe it was simply a name that was given to the crystal itself, unless the guy was a fishcake lover or something.
Momentarily lost with his thoughts Cloud looked up slowly, making part of his blonde spikes dip into his blue eyes. He could see the kid shivering and shaking from the caves dampness, it was no wonder. He did not have any clothes on. Frowning Cloud slowly inched up to the boy in the broken crystal, while the other was still unaware.
"Is your name… Naruto? Where did you come from…why were you stuck in a crystal." Cloud said in quick choppy words. His hands at his sides were shifting, clenching with barely disguised distress.
He hated to talk and when he had to, it was usually in a low tone with halts in the middle of sentences, like he was thinking and reevaluating everything he said.
Naruto was apparently brought out of his musing and craned his neck to look at the boy. The gaze was so potent Cloud had trouble breaking the stare before turning his head, letting his spikes shift and cover his eyes. Why was he not saying anything, did he not comprehend the question.
Naruto looked at this child again, for the boy could only be eleven, maybe twelve. If he didn't know his name, then he must have lived under a rock. Naruto's name was infamous all over the nations. Heck he thought at least two of those nations wanted his head just because he was the Fourths son alone. And what the fuck was the child talking about a crystal. Did he mean the Hokage's Fifth crystal?
What the hell was going on, and why was he naked. Grunting with the effort, Naruto sat and wrapped the blanket about him. For now he would play ignorance and see what was going on here. If Jiraiya had taught him anything, before he died, it was to keep track of your surroundings, and play dumb. Luckily he was a master at that.
Looking at the now covered boy, that still had drenched spiky blonde hair and dull sky blue eyes, Cloud wondered if the youth even knew what he said. Cloud had introduced himself, and apparently the boy didn't understand, if the confused and slightly annoyed face had a say in it. But that couldn't be right because the boy a minute ago had shouted and called him a pervert.
Maybe he was slow, or maybe living in a crystal damaged his brain. Shit he might even be a disarranged killer.
"Right Cloud Strife you have finally lost your mind". He muttered under his breath, not catching a small uplift from Naruto's lips.
Naruto looked at the blonde as he shifted his eyes unfocused in concentration. So he was named Cloud, interesting. Who called their children after weather patterns?
This was going to be a pain if he could not understand, Cloud though depressed, or was incompetent of understanding. Maybe another language, he only knew two really. The common Junnon and the slang from Nible, so if he didn't know any of these, he was screwed and going home. This wasn't his responsibility after all, plus his mother was probably home.
"My name is Cloud." He said loudly, using the Junnon dialect. Cloud had also over exaggerated with his hands, moving them around and pointing to himself.
Naruto smiled at the blonde, trying not to laugh at the poor sod. This might be funnier then he expected, if and truly if, no one knew him then he could lay low for awhile and gather information. So nodding his head, Naruto looked at this so called Cloud, indicating that he understood. But Cloud had a weird feeling the boy next to him was laughing inside, for his eyes had lit up and sparkled of merriment due to his actions. Smiling Naruto did the exact same thing that Cloud did, hands and all. Still keeping his mouth shut but nodding when Cloud had said Naruto again.
"How old are you."
Naruto paused, and looked back at Cloud. Should he tell him his real age or not. "I'm seventeen." He finished, well he was more like almost eighteen but it would due.
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