"Team Seven," Iruka continued. "Uchiha Sasuke...Haruno Sakura-"

"YATTA!" Sakura cried victoriously while several other girls groaned in
despair.

Iruka frowned at the sudden outbursts and continued. "And Nara Shikamaru."

Oh, OUCH.

Genma distractedly played with the senbon needle in his mouth, pushing it

"senbon needle" is redundant. You wouldn't say "shuriken star" or "kunai
knife", so don't say "senbon needle".

"So...damn...hot..." Naruto croaked through cracked lips and a very dry
throat. "So...damn...tired..."

"So...damn...stupid..."

In between them was a shorter boy with red hair and thick dark marks

around

his aquamarine colored eyes. He was also carrying a large object on his
back. In his case, it was a large sand colored gourd. Although none of the
travelers were looking particularly happy at the moment, this one seemed

to

give off an aura of hatred that made his companions want to not walk too
close to him.

Not to mention the funk of musty old sand and blood. Seriously, can you
imagine what Gaara has to SMELL like?

The redhead, Gaara, seemed to feel his sister's eyes on him and turned to
her. "What do you want?" he growled.

"YOU WANTO KARATE!?!"

Baki grimaced. "It wouldn't do to just leave someone there if they're

still

alive.

"Right. We'll see if they're alive, and if they are, then Gaara can kill
them and we can be on our way."

"I see...an angel," he whispered faintly, a small goofy grin appearing on
his face.

Temari felt herself blush, then growled when Kankuro started laughing.

"Yeah, it's sunstroke alright. He's already delusional."

Ouch.

The next several hours went by in a blur for Uzumaki Naruto. He only

managed

to catch snippets of what was going on in that time as his body continued

to

lose battles against unconsciousness. For a while he could feel himself
being carried by someone, though he couldn't bring his eyes to focus

enough

to make out who it was. Later, he found himself in a small room with

several

people in white standing around him. A couple of times he'd try to ask

what

was happening and where he was, but no one seemed to know what he was
saying.

"WE NO SPEAKA YOU LINGLISH!!"

At times when he was awake his body felt like it was on fire, but then

there

would be a cooling sensation, and the feeling that he had been submerged

in

water. After several processes of pain and soothing, the people in white
began wrapping him in some kind of cloth. They placed him on something
cushy, most likely a bed, and after one last sudden jab of pain in his

arm,

he was out again.

Thus was born the legend of Naruhotep...

"I've got a question," Kankuro spoke up. "What kind of idiot wanders

around

in a desert in the middle of the day? Especially while wearing those thick
and very ugly clothes?"

Naruto pointed and glared menacingly with his free hand. "Shut up! At

least

I don't wear makeup!"

Ouch! Score one for Naruto.

"DO YOU MEAN IT?" he asked, tears threatening to spout from his eyes. "I

CAN

STILL BECOME A NINJA?"

Wow, he recovers fast.

"I'M NOT BLUSHING!" she shouted, unconsciously growing even redder.

Heee.

"By the way, Kankuro?"

"What?"

"What exactly is the 'special meaning' behind that paint of yours?"

"...Shut up, Temari."

*SNRK*

So far, so good...

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That turkey didn't fly either.
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