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Chapter 1

Naruto grabbed his orange jacket from its position on the floor, quickly pulling it over his midnight black T-shirt. He went to the mirror and put on his 'happy face'.

The large grin looked false to him. Why didn't everyone notice it? Why didn't they know? Could they really be that stupid?

Naruto shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, and went out the door, not bothering to brush his hair or his teeth. He never got sick, his teeth were never yellow, and his hair couldn't be worked with at all.

He jumped out the door, and landed easily on a roof. Naruto was leaping towards Team 7's meeting place, absorbed in his thoughts.

My sensei doesn't even notice I'm faking it. Sakura wouldn't, because she never pays attention to me, and Sasuke is just unobservant. I think Kakashi knows I'm not as happy as I seem, but he doesn't know how bad it is. And maybe Shikamaru, if it wasn't too troublesome to think about. But no one else, at least I do--

Naruto stumbled backwards, and sheepishly rubbed his head.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't see you there..."

"That's alright, but could you tell us where to find Uzumaki Naruto?" asked a warm, lilting voice. It had a slight accent.

Naruto looked up to see a light purple haired woman with slanted green eyes. She was wearing black shorts with a bright orange jacket with a light orange shirt underneath.

"It'd be very helpful." said a different voice from a few feet away. It was deeper, but sounded cheerful.

Naruto turned around and saw the Yondaime, standing next to him.

His first words were, "This is not going to be a fun day."