"The blonde is lucky to have zero expectations. He's as free as a bird yet there's this sad, melancholic, self-loathing, pitiful aura around him."
"Well, you're right. Naruto is someone filled with great sorrow, that's why I promised I'll try my best to heal his wound and fill his heart but Naruto won't let anyone that's not me in. His sorrow is too much for me to cure and I have no idea on how to help him. I sometimes think, his sorrow is incurable."
"Woah, that's deep. Naruto had problems like that?"
"More than you can imagine."
"To think of it, I don't know much about the bastard. I don't know what he hates and what he likes except ramen."
Both girls shared a laugh.
"Naruto… If you look past his sour and offensive front, he's a great guy but," Kuroka pouted, a grimace gracing her face. "It's almost impossible to look past his cold abominable personality." She sat up in bed. "I'll try to help in any way I can."
Gaia lips curved up a fraction. "Before you help him, help yourself first. Amend your relationship with your sister."
Kuroka bit her lips and nodded. Her mind made up, when the holidays ends, she's going to confront Shirone and tell her how much she's missed her and how sorry she was for leaving her alone after all these years.
(Scene Change)
"Whoa, it's huge!"
Martha marvelled at the huge clothing store.
The 12 storey building belonged to a famous multinational fashion brand. It was a clothing store meant for the rich and privileged and well, Naruto's lifestyle didn't match privileged so it was quite baffling to Martha, why Naruto chose this store instead of the cheaper ones.
"Come along, Marie."
"Wait, you want to buy clothes from Golden Fabric, the most expensive clothes store in Kuoh?" Martha questioned Appalled.
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
"B-b-but-"
Naruto waltzed into the building with style scanning the entire area for something or someone suspicious.
"Come here, Marie," The blonde called John's baby sister over in a lift. Martha stood beside Naruto as he hit the number nine button. The elevator door closed shut and their ascent began. A few moments later, the door opened with a ding giving view to a sea of different fashion brands.
"Welcome sir, ma'am."
A black haired woman in a black business suit greeted the two customers. Naruto inclined his head a little before he flopped on the couch, finding it comfy. He pulled a golden card with a grain-leaf design out of his pocket and flashed it before the woman's eyes before he laid his head to rest and cross his legs over the armrest.
The woman nodded with a smile and grabbed Martha by her arm pulling her over introducing the various rows of flashy, elegant designers.
The woman picked a shining gown out for Martha and pulled her towards the changing room filled with maids to help her get into her clothes.
Martha tried on different clothes and had varying complaints but the ones that stood out the most were, "It's too revealing" "It's too expensive."
They all ignored her though and brought in more clothes for her to wear.
(Kuoh Police Station)
John wrapped his fingers around the metal handle of the table, he drew it back, opening the drawer to an assortment of files. He grabbed a golden trinket pulling the golden chain attached to it with his other hand.
With a deep sigh, John opened the trinket housing a photo of his parents. "Mom, dad… I'm scared I might not be able to protect her this time."
John clutched the trinket to his heart sighing again. He'd do anything to protect his baby sister even If he had to become a devil. He'd do absolutely anything.
(Flashback)
A 7 year old John crept behind his mother who was busy stroking a katana inside a black sheathe.
"Mom, why do you clean that sword everyday?"
"Oh, my strong prince." John's father lifted him from behind making the little boy squirm. He giggled as his father lifted him in his arm, a two year old Martha sound asleep in his other arm.
"Honey," John's mother smiled lovingly at her husband.
"Well, that sword, Hmm… eer it's a family heirloom that protects our family but bad people want that sword and they'd do anything to get it, so it's a gift and a curse."
"A gift and a curse?"
"Yes, and Papa hopes you never have to use that sword. You, your sister or any of your descendants."
"What does it do? Can it ward off ghosts?"
Both adults laughed at John's question. "Why? Do you want to banish a ghost?" He asked.
"Yeah, a bad ghost. Bad ghosts always trouble baby sister." Little John had a cute pout on his face.
"Listen to my big boy! I'm so proud of you."
"He gets that protective personality from you, Honey."
"Just ignore them and they'll go away."
"You'll always be there to protect us right?" John asked, an innocent smile plastered to his face.
John's father put him down and gave little Martha to his wife.
"Listen, John. Remember to always wear that. Always… And when we're not here anymore, remember to always protect your baby sister."
Little John's mind was still too young to understand those words so he spoke like the child he was. "Are you going somewhere? If you are, take us with you." John embraced the older man.
The older man smiled and ruffled John's hair. "I'll always be with you son. Always.'' Martha and the mother of the family joined the group hug. Little John sighed and whispered how nice and warm his parents were.
(Flashback ends)
"Detective John?"
Hiroshima had been calling his partner for the past two minutes now. "Get your ass moving! Someone just called in an ongoing robbery!"
"What? Yes sir! I'm on my way."
John wore a bulletproof vest and holstered his weapon. A team of specially trained police were ready to support them.
(Scene Change: Uzumaki Mansion)
The last Uzumaki breathed a sigh of relief when the car came to a stop in front of his house. Releasing a grunt of effort, he swam through the raging currents of designers he bought for the platinum blonde teen. He got off the car pushing the stack of bags threatening to fall over back in, closing the door in a hurry.
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