I stroked the little fox's soft red fur, and smiled, happy that I'd saved him from Zetsu just in time. He yawned and opened his eyes fully, surveying the hideout. He jumped out of my lap, and started to run around frantically as though he was spooked by something.

I tried to grab him, but he dodged every time. He stopped for a moment, and I lunged for him. He moved just before I could grab him, and I smacked straight into the wall.

I looked up just in time to see that had run out of the room and was running amok in the hideout. "Stop!" I cried as he knocked over chairs and clawed up the furniture.

When I finally managed to catch him, I looked around to see that almost the whole hideout had been messed up. I groaned, "I am so dead."