So here it is! A nice, fat author's no—er, the story. Enjoy!
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Instable Minds
Prologue
Drip.
The Konoha Elders sat watching the Hime in front of them angrily.
Droop.
The Konohagakure Hokage gazed out of the window, avoiding the fiery glances cast at her.
Drip droop.
A blonde, spiky-haired man ran towards the village gates gaily, his cloak whirling behind him despite the heavy downpour.
Splish.
The kunoichi's thin brows knitted together, as her eyes ran over the scroll held tightly in her hand.
Splash.
A hooded figure wrapped his cloak tighter around him, looking up at the massive metalwork before him.
-xXx-
"Tsunade! This behavior is unacceptable, the village will become a laughingstock! Isn't there any other approach toward an S-rank Missing Ninja?" roared the fuming elder.
"What do you want me to do, hang him?" Tsunade muttered through gritted teeth.
Damn they were getting on her nerves…The idiots don't know what they're talking about, and what was she supposed to do?!
Besides, Naruto would kill her if she did anything to the Uchiha. Very like herself, it was very best not to tamper with him when he was angry. Damn kid.
-xXx-
"He's…What…See you!" Were the mixed words that jumbled out of the hyperactive blonde's mouth, as he ran out of the building.
Tsunade sighed exasperatedly, avoiding the accusative glances from the elders. Yeah, yeah, she made a big mistake in telling him, bla bla bla. Tch, the old prunes.
Naruto ran out of the building, and into the storming rain. He took a few steps, before jerking his head upwards and turning around. He grabbed the branch that hung over him, and ran up the tree. He reached the rooftop easily, heading for the small cabin on top. The blonde reached for the slippery handle, and tugged. He reached blindly for the small switch on the wall, and with a small flick, the room filled with bright color.
He was inside the lounge, something where they held all of the Hokage's mail, and messages from other villages. There was a small couch, and a long desk, filling the circular shape of the room. The ceiling was lined with multiple metal bars, on which at least a dozen birds perched.
The shelves were lined with scrolls, writing supplies and ironically, bird food.
He reached for a scroll, and scribbled a few simple words:
He's back.
Rokudaime.
-xXx-
Sakura was angry. Very angry.
She was angry with him for coming back.
She was angry with Naruto for still considering him as a friend.
She was angry with Tsunade for letting him in.
But most of all, she was angry with herself for finding a familiar flutter of butterflies in her stomach after hearing his name.
She decided to bluntly consider it nervousness. Whatever it was, he wouldn't find the lovesick kunoichi waiting for him. They didn't call her 'Ice queen' for nothin'.
A small smirk curled her lips. She could imagine the exact same one on his. Damn, arrogant, bastard of an Uchiha.
She walked under the downpour, not bothering to check the route. She knew it better than anybody. Only because she cared.
Life had taught her a lot of things. One of them was, of course, that Kakashi-sensei is always late. And another was that pouring rain and hair die do not mix. The latter was forgotten, quite obviously.
"Shit..." She stared at the dark water running down her face and hands. Her strangely sticky hair was held loosely around her shoulders. At least before the downpour.
The villages stared at her form with something of light horror. She didn't blame them for it. She was dripping wet in water and hair die, her sleek hair covering the most of her face, hanging over it eerily. The faint glow coming from her, silhouetted in the rain, didn't save her position much either.
She'll have to stay at a hotel. Hopefully without any curious, little children. Been there, done that. Dry up, die her hair again…heck no. It was just too damn troublesome…
She stopped randomly at a hotel entrance. Tugging at the handle of the glass, massive doors she noticed the sleek, creamy carpeting. Her smirk grew as she imagined what it would become, after her little 'visit'. But, then again, Daichi-san had always been nice to her.
-xXx-
The man wrapped his cloak tighter around him.
He breathed in, seeming to take in the fresh air.
He knew it would end up to this. Someday, he would have to come back. And now…
He was home.
(A/N You like? Will be continued as a chaptered story, hopefully.
--Apple)