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TLC

Chapter Twenty-Six

TLC

April 10, 2010

"Yo."

"Good morning sensi~"

"Good morning. Excuse our intrusion, sensei."

Sanzo, arms crossed, leaning on the rail opposite the open door, Tani, standing front and center, beaming, and Seinosuke, standing a step behind Tani, filled his view. Though not unwelcome, Naruto searched his brain for a reason the three had assembled on his door step. He hadn't missed a training session had he? Had he promised them Ramen?

A trip to the dango shop?

For the life of him, he couldn't remember.

Surely they hadn't come to take him from the side of his sickly girlfriend for a mission had they?

Though it was extremely rare for them to receive a summons before him, it had happened once before. But only once. He gave their clothing a once over. Seinosuke was fitted in dark jeans, dull red shirt and sleeveless black hoodie. Tani had sprung for a cutesy deep blue, off the shoulder top and white knee high skirt, complete with sapphire sandals. The prankster leaning on the railing stood out in a lime tee and tan cargo pants. Not a single ninja tool pouch or weapon in sight.

Definitely not a mission then.

He scratched his head, confusion painting his face.

"Uh, good morning," he greeted.

He blinked.

"Uhh...what's everyone doing here, 'ttebayo?" he asked next, hoping he didn't come off as rude.

"We came to check on you, sensei," Tani explained.

He blinked again.

"To check on me?" Naruto echoed, raising a incredulous brow, "huhhh? Why?"

"Yeah," his only female genin nodded, "we were on our way back from the park when we saw you running by on the roof. You looked really worried. A few minutes later, another you ran in a different direction so we came to see if you were okay, sensei."

Naruto's heart turned over.

'These guys,' he thought, deeply touched and suffused with gushing delight, 'worried about their sensei,'

Even if he hadn't made any promise of Ramen or dango, he'd definitely take them once Hinata was better.

"The only reason I'm here is because you owe me another dango!" Sanzo butted in, bursting his tender, fluffy little bubble, "you showed up in the middle of the village and ran across building like a maniac, a bunch of your fan girls bumped into me and knocked it on the floor chasing after you, sensei!"

Blue eyes narrowed, and the stubborn bottom lip of said sensei jutted out in an annoyed pout.

He couldn't really deny that the women in the village were wont to chase him around whenever he made an appearance, and were rabid enough in their pursuit not to care who or what they trampled to get to him, but how was that his fault? He'd never fed into the swooning women that trailed him. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd learned from Sasuke how to tune them out, ignoring them much the way the younger Uchiha had so many years ago. It was ironic, being on the other side of the adoration. He'd alway pegged his best friend as a smug bastard for the scorn he'd thought he's seen, but he understood all to well now. Ignoring them was the best course of action and only worked to keep them at bay half the time. Aloofness also had its own appeal to women.