《Looping, oh the fun! (Naruto)》Ch15 Instruments Completed
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AN: Chapter 15-23 of this story have been written many years ago and posted on FFN. After I discontinued this story, I never bothered to post them on Wattpad. Now seeing how this story is more popular on Wattpad than on FFN (for some reason??) I've decided to post them here. But!! This story is still discontinued and maybe will be rewritten one day (see author's note on Chapter 1)
When Sakura was young, she had won a writing contest held by Konoha Publisher. As a reward, her story was published on the children's section on Daily News and she had won a small amount of money. That also earned her a chance to visit the Publisher and see its inner workings.
Racing out of her house, Sakura halted a step to bring up her memory of the time in which she had visited the Publisher. With its location clear in her mind, Sakura continued her run to the company.
It was still half an hour before she has to meet with her new team, so Sakura had plenty of time to visit the publisher then go meet them.
"I want to meet Head Editor Seito." Sakura said to the front desk lady as soon as she entered the building.
"Do you have an appointment?" The lady replied in a passive tone.
"No, but I only have a quick question to ask. It'll only take a second!"
"No appointment, no meeting."
Sakura glared at her, but the lady didn't change her decisions. With a mock disappointed sigh, Sakura left the building.
Outside was a postman delivering mails. When he had left, Sakura henged into him with a illusionary cardboard box in her hands. She walked back in, and this time, she successfully made past the front door lady without any interruptions.
Up the stairs, turn left, third door to the right.
Sakura kneeled down next to the door and carefully turned the knob, pushing the door open only a creak to sneak a glance without being noticed.
Inside were two men who seemed to be in an argument with each other.
"This man is a genius! His first poem had earned us more money than we usually earn with ten of the pro writer-Sakamoto-sensei's poems! His second poem had sold more copies than all of Sakamoto-sensei's poems combined! We'd be a laughing stock if we don't sign him down!" A shorter man was yelling at a taller man.
The taller man sighed and replied, "I've already told you, Nakamura Tenzoi had not left us any contact information. Nothing of that sort! We aren't even sure if he IS a 'he'! All he sent us was a letter of his poem, a sentence saying for it to be published, and a signature of his name-Nakamura Tenzoi."
"No address!?"
"None. The letter only had a destination address. It was as if he had come and left the letter in our mailbox!"
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"I don't care!" The shorter man shouted and slammed a piece of paper down onto the desk. "No matter what, I want to see this publishing contract signed by the end of this week!" He moved to leave, but before he could, a silver, transparent wolf-like creature glided right through the door and landed quietly in front of the two stunned civilians. It stretched, then scratched its paws. All the while the two men were too afraid to make a sound.
After what seemed like ages, the mystifying creature finally opened its mouth...and, surprisingly, a clearly artificial, mechanical voice began speaking.
"I will not sign any contracts until you have discovered my hidden messages in my poems and published them."
The voice stopped abruptly, like an old radio that suddenly got turned off. The creature yawned and jumped into the air, dissipating into nothingness, leaving behind a trail of mist (1).
Sakura stared at the mist in awe.
What kind of jutsu is that?
In the Uchiha compound, Sasuke suddenly smirked, causing Naruto who had just come out of the restroom to frown.
"What?"
That damn smirk again.
"You'll see. By the end of tomorrow, the whole Konoha will know our alias."
"You..." Naruto slapped his hand onto his forehead. "I told you to stop making moves without telling me first. How many times do I have to say this?"
"Don't worry, you'll love this. Just wait and see." Sasuke stretched his legs out in front of him, with a yawn, and said, "Kakashi won't show up for about three hours. We should have plenty of time to practice this.
"Practice what?"
Sasuke glared blankly at him.
"We are singers. What do we practice? Singing and performing of course!"
Not waiting for Naruto's response, Sasuke thrust a guitar into his hand. It looked just like an ordinary guitar except it has a golden gem embedded in the head. Sasuke held up his own that looked the same except it has a silver gem.
"But I don't know how to play the guitar!" Naruto cried, cradling the guitar carefully as if it's a baby.
"While you were sleeping and lazying around," Sasuke sent a reproachful glare at a pouting Naruto. "I've been working hard on making this loop meaningful and entertaining. Who's the one who stayed up all day and night gathering materials and racking his brain up to build the instruments?"
"It's not my fault when you voluntarily did all the work..."
"Do you want me to find a girl right now and-"
For some unknown reason, this idea seemed to frighten Naruto.
"No! Don't! I'm sorry, alright? I promise I'll work hard on this!"
Sasuke waited a moment as if he's pondering the idea, then he creepily smiled.
"Alright. Then don't complain about the incoming devil training."
Naruto trembled at the evil, nasty grin.
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"Anyway, while you were lazying around, I'd found out a way to help you be able to perform music without any learning experience."
"Is that even possible!?"
"Yes. As you can see, our world has no fairy tales. Therefore, the Fairyland of this world is deteriorating to the point of nearly nonexistent." Naruto seemed to have trouble catching on to Sasuke's words. "Last night I went to visit the Queen. I offered to help her collect Happiness Tones to restore Fairyland, and in return, she gave us these magic gems that can enhance our music abilities."
"But if this world has no fairy tales, then where do the Happiness Tones come from?" Naruto questioned. It didn't take long for him to realize what Sasuke was talking about. After all, only one world they've gone to has a Fairyland. (2)
"That's where your ability come into use." Sasuke flashed a familiar handseal. "You get all your shadow clones's memories. In a sense, your clones have photographic memory so they remember everything they've seen."
"And?"
"Whenever we go to a new world, isn't the first thing I adviced you to do is use your clones to read all the books in every libraries you can find? Which means, you should have all the fairy tales memorized word for word in your head."
"And you want me to introduce Konoha to these fairy tales." Naruto sighed. "Fine fine. I'll do it. Since I'm the only one who's fit for this job."
"And while you do that, you also have to practice playing the guitar " Sasuke smirked when Naruto groaned. "A silencing barrier had already been set up around the compound. And with all the seals and wards we'd put around, no one will be able to sneak into it."
"How do you use this thing anyway?" Naruto strung his guitar lightly. "I don't even know how guitar works."
"Try to connect with the gem. Close your eyes, and feel the magic radiating off of the gem. Grab the magic, and try to build a connection. To play the guitar, simply imagine the the song playing in your mind. The magic will then take control of your body and play the song with whatever instrument the gem was embedded in."
"Really?!" Naruto immediately closed his eyes and tried to feel the magic...but... "Wait... This is not... I felt something else." He opened his eyes. "It's...familiar...but...is it?"
"Yup, just say it."
"This is an...ÄRMs?" Naruto said uncertainly, eyeing the guitar in his hands. When Sasuke merely smirked, Naruto shouted, "You made a freaking ÄRMs!?" (3)
"Five." Sasuke corrected him, gesturing to a bass, a keyboard, and a percussion in the corner of the room. Ignoring Naruto's awestruck expression, Sasuke continued, "This is a weapon ÄRMs, similar to Hamelin's Soul Flute. When you use it to play music, you can use it to suck your target's chakra, only if you wanted to, of course. The magic gem the Queen gave us actually 'upgraded' the ÄRMs and made them even more powerful. It's a precaution in case we were attacked when performing and couldn't fight back with our attention elsewhere."
"You know what?" Naruto spread out his hands with palms facing upward. "I'm not even gonna ask you how you made it."
"It's easy to learn. Just a few specific books to read, few people to meet, and a few years of hard work. You can do it too if you had stopped flirting with Princess Snow."
"Hey!"
"Hurry up and start practicing. Time flies by fast and soon we'll have Kakashi knocking on our front door."
"Alright, geez."
Back at Konoha Publisher, the two men had finally snapped out of their trance.
"W-W-What the hell was that!?" The shorter man yelled, enraged, finger trembling as he pointed at the space where the creature had disappeared.
"I-I don't know! Maybe some special jutsu?"
The shorter men bit his lips; his huge round face reddening and quivering like an expanded balloon on the verge of exploding. "D-Do anything, ANYTHING, to find the said hidden message! I want them published and him signed! Do you hear me!?" He yelled, spits flying. "You better do this job well or else you'll find yourself replaced before you can say 'sorry'!" With his last spit flying onto the taller man's face, precisely on the tip of his nose, the shorter man stormed out of the room.
Sakura quickly kawarimi'd herself with a pot of plant nearby and ran out of the building.
It's a pity she'd missed the comical sight of the shorter man's tripping over the plant and falling flat on his face.
(1) Silver Creature: It's the Patronus Charm from Harry Potter. Patronus' appearance differs for everyone and they can be used to deliver messages said to them. This creature is Sasuke's patronus, a wolf (I think it fits his personality, lonely but can work well with teammates-like how wolves hunt in a pack). As for why it spoke in a mechanical voice, Sasuke had made the computer say the message he typed out (it's possible, by using vbs files).
(2) Fairyland: From the anime Lilpri. With less and less people believing in fairy tales, Fairyland is withering away. The Queen send three magic gems to three elementary school girls. They used the gems to transform into adults and sing songs to make people happy, thus collecting Happiness Tones. The more they collect, the more parts of Fairyland are restored back to normal.
(3) ÄRMs: From the anime MÄR: Marchen Awakens Romance. They are artifacts that come in all shapes and sizes and are used for a variety of purposes. Some can be tools, some can be weapons, some can teleport people, some can curse people and some can undo curses... They are "upgraded" with magic stones.
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