the fire that rages within

rasenngans:

⊰◎⊱ — Wait what. No. There was no way Honoou could recognize him, he was perfectly dressed! Costume, checked. Beard, checked. Cap, checked. Bag full of presents, checked. Ho ho ho, checked. What had gone wrong? Was it the kid’s eye power? No way.

Well, after all the trouble he went through to get everything ready he couldn’t just “Yea, I’m actually Naruto” now, right? He was going to stick to the plan. He had faith in himself, he could do this. He could fool the Uchiha’s and Hyuuga’s son.

❝Ho ho ho! I don’t know who is this person you are talking about. I’m Santa.❞ He had to admit he was already sweating a lot from all the nervousness of being discovered which he kind of had been already.

⌈ ほのお ⌋—

’ He’s…not really fooling anyone, at least, not with that disguise. ’ Honoou thought with a concerned look on his face. The young heir was always a naive, forgetful child who can’t remember where he lived, but he wasn't that dumb. He was going to inquire the Hokage if he should rather be focusing on other things rather than bothering other people’s kids (an attitude which had slowly rubbed off on him from his own father), however, he blinked twice, and then his once concerned looked melted into a thoughtful, nearly joyful expression.

                                  “SANTA—! W-what are you doing here in Konoha?” He exclaimed, his tone was trying to be surprised but he ended up sounding politely sarcastic (another fault of his father’s). There were other things he also would like to ask, like why was he on their front door when he should have appeared in their chimney (which they lack of course), or why did he appear in this hour when the night was still alive and awake. But he didn’t want to pressure his Uncle Whiskers any more. He already made him nervous when he quickly busted his disguise.

                                   "A-ah, are you giving gifts this early tonight? C-can I help, Santa-sama?“