Hiya all. :D Hehe, my first Naruto drabble! ((Grin)) 'Twas written in the timespan of, oh I'd say, 10 or so minuets, so if it truely sucks, give me a break. ((Starts randomly singing the KitKat Bar song)) Sorry, I know, too much sugar for the day and time to get some shut eye. Anyway, I just felt like writng a drabble thing, so yeah. R&R please! Flames accepted...

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Rokudaime.

That was what he was. His dream had finally come true. Sure, it hadn't been given to him on a silver platter, all glossed up, shined, and polished. He'd had to work for it—long, hard, and most of the time, alone. But he'd worked. And it had finally paid off. He'd become Rokudaime, the Sixth Hokage, and leader of Konohagakure.

And now they were throwing him a party. Acknowledging him, respecting him, praising him. Things he'd always wanted from the people of his village—things he'd always wanted from one certain person. And, while all his other friends were around him, slapping him on the back, offering him drinks in celebration, handing him presents, that one certain person was not there. He could never be there. And sadly, the new Hokage knew that. But he could only wish it so.

Everyone seemed so cheerful, so happy for him. And while he was glad they were happy about the decision, his smile was fake. He knew he should be happy as well, and he was that he'd finally achieved his goal, but…he couldn't be as happy because that one person wasn't here to see him achieve it. The person he'd worked so hard to have him just look at him; the person he'd fought with so many times just to see the slight affection and care in those obsidian eyes; the person he'd nearly gave his life for the bring back to the village that loved him…he wasn't there because he'd slipped away. And he couldn't come back.

The young man sighed and kept up his smile as he greeted another person, getting another slap on the back, another smile of encouragement and an 'I knew you could do it!'. He sighed in a soft breath and walked to the door to get some fresh air. Walking around back, he leaned against the wall and stared at the stars, smiling a little. He knew, one day, that person would see him and know who he was. He'd know he was Rokudaime, and he'd know that the goal had been reached. But the man couldn't help but wish it were now that he knew, instead of years to come.

Realizing he'd been out there too long, the Sixth turned to go back inside. And in a faint light, he saw him. Moonlit skin, midnight hair, coal eyes—everything that defined him. And he stood there, leaning against a tree, watching. Pale lips turned upwards in a small smile, and the dark head nodded once. The Rokudaime stared a moment before he smiled back and nodded as well.

Acknowledgment. Praise. Encouragement. Respect. It was all right there, in that small gesture. And as the figure disappeared, the new Hokage smiled to himself. And as he could only have wished it so, it had been. The one person he'd set out to find all those things from, had finally given them to him. That had been his only, lifelong wish. And it had finally been fulfilled.

So how was it? Reviews loved, Flames accepted, I gtg. Thanks for reading!! ((Waves))

-- Miah-Chan