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Maxwell Gray
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Rated: T - English - Adventure/Humor - Naruto U. - Reviews: 10 - Updated: 03-12-09 - Published: 07-09-08 - id:4383199

Hey everybody! It is I the Great and Powerful Author! Maxwell Grey! Any way we’re going to real chapter this time. Is that not lovely? Yay with me everyone; YAY! Good, good…mmmm, done well you have. (Star wars referencing, it’s your best friend.)

Sorry about last time, I had sugar. Never give me sugar. Or you get that….now where was I? Ah yes…

“What the bloody hell just happened?” groaned Naruto. “Oh yeah, the all powerful memory’s.” his voce dripping with sarcasm and pain, “You’re a real nutter, ya know that Alex?” Alex merely grinned “In a crazed world, the crazy are the sane…you should know that by now boy.” Naruto looked at Alex venomously “well thanks to you I know everything, the price for all that knowledge!? The angry grandma of all hangovers! Gee Thanks!” Naruto’s eyes went wide with realization “…I know everything…holy shit.” Paradox meanwhile was watching a butterfly pass by, in a forest, which appeared out of nowhere, that they were now in, Naruto looked around “what is…ya know what, I give up.” He looked to the sky in defeat. “I’m going to stop asking, after all, nothing is impossible, just improbable, and this screwed up shit happens all the time with you involved Al.” Paradox looked at him grinning; he shouted to the havens. “By Jove, I think he’s got it!” a wild crowd cheered!

(A crowd mind you, that was not a few moments ago. But we’re used to that, are we not?)

“What are you waiting for boy? Take a bow!” Naruto looked at the crowd and sighed, “Al, you’re trying my patience.” and snapped his fingers. “Chronos” with a flash of multi-colored light, the crowd was gone, sent back though time and space, to Woodstock. “Aw, why do you always ruin my fun?” Doctor Alexander Paradox, The Man of Hundred Thousand Lifetimes…was pouting like a five year old. “Meanie! I was having fuuuuunnn!” he wined turning his back from Naruto. “Ya know Alex…for all the time we’ve know each other, I’ll never get how you go from all knowing, all powerful being, to a five year old in three seconds flat.” A voice from behind spoke calmly “I would suppose it one of the benefits of being partially insane…” Naruto sighed. “I’m even surprised by that any more Alex” Dr. Paradox grinned like a mad man “That may be my boy, but you need a new name, let’s face it, after a few eons Naruto doesn’t seem…right, let’s say we go with something…catchy, something mysterious, something like…”

(Elemental Nations: 1032 A.A.)

Sarutobi sighed, Naruto had disappeared into thin air exactly one month ago, and no one was even trying to find the boy. ‘Where could he have gone? Where damn it!?’ Sarutobi walked in to his office and sat in his chair, he snorted ‘My office, my chair, that’s all I have left. The asses in The Council they’ve taken it all from me, my power, my respect, my authority! I’m just a puppet now…AND they make me do all the paperwork!’ He snorted again. ‘Assholes…making me do there taxes…they used to do the paper work, but nooo, now I have to…jerks, with there black mail.’ The Hokage, in all of one month, had turned into a brooder, and a bad one at that…Sarutobi took off his hat, he liked that hat, he used to sneak in when he was a kid and put it-wait, what was that? “Is that…a letter?” it was simple enough, white paper, red wax stamp holding it together, the odd thing? The wax stamp, it looked like a face of a clock, that wouldn’t seem odd to most of us. Now to the Hokage? That my friends, is a horse of a different color entirely;

The Hokage was required to know all the symbols of every country, big and small, this was not one of them, he shifted it slightly trying to see it in a better light. Suddenly the stamp seemed to swirl and change, it had become a stylize question mark. “Odd…very odd…” He opened the letter none the less.

Unfolding the paper, as was the type of letter that was a piece of folded paper with a seal to hold in place, it was a short message. Just a few lines: in some sort of odd code, maybe a foreign or lost language. “How am I going to read this?” Sarutobi muttered to himself. As if hearing the question, the ink in much the same way as the wax seal, changed. It said simply this, in neat handwriting;

I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I pray you know me when we meet again.

Your Friend,

Uzumaki Naruto,

A.K.A…Mr. Enigma.



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