A.N- New Story. I know what most you are saying. "Why are you starting a new story when you haven't even updated your other one?" Well just so happens I have an answer. That one is going to be updated very soon as in tomorrow soon. Just have to get it proofread. Anyways, I went through fic several times, doodling with it. This will probably be my best one yet. So read and thanks. R&R.
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Rain poured from the sky. A dark depressing mood had taken the entire village by storm. Every villager had sorrow in their hearts. Tears in their eyes. But they continued on with their lives. Some opening their shops. Others such as academy students and genin made their way to the academy or training grounds, respectively. However, there was one who stood high above the village. It was his job to care of the people of Konoha. It was his job to protect them from harm. It was his job to help the Village Hidden in the Leaves succeed. He was the 6th Hokage.
Tall and powerfully built, the 6th Hokage or aka the Rokudaime stared blankly out the glass window. He watched over the village like a father would care for his son. He too had sorrow in his heart. Yet he stood like a statue, not showing any emotion. It was a rule shinobi across the world followed. Never show any emotion. The Rokudaime had to set an example to everyone, though it did hurt him more than anyone else. He closed his eyes cerulean blue eyes. His head bowed in respect. Under his breath, he muttered a name. "Jiraiya..." Exactly to the day, it had been 5 years since Jiraiya, the Mountain Sage, died at the hands of Akatsuki.
The Hokage turned from the window and slowly walked to the his desk, his head still lowered He took his seat, then stared aimlessly at the large oak desk that was located in the middle of the room. It was a beaten old desk, covered densely in scratches, dents, and all sorts of damage. His assistants pleaded with him to throw away the 'junk' and get a new state of the art ones. But he refused. Every scratch, dent, ect had sentimental value to the Rokudaime. Created by Shidaime himself, it served through the reigns of the other Konoha Hokages: Nidaime, Sandaime, Yondaime, Godaime, and now himself the Rokudaime. His eyes scanned over the historical desk until he found a large crater shaped like a face in the upper right corner. He shook his head, remembering the memory behind it. That was the Godaime's doing. Well actually, most of the damage was done by the her. Anyways, the crater was born that day when she brutally slammed Jiraiya's head into it when he 'accidentally' revealed they had slept together. The Rokudaime chuckled to himself. His eyes moved from the desk to now the walls.
Just like the desk, the walls reeked of history. On the right wall, maps covered much of the entire wall. Ranging from maps of the local countries and shinobi villages to coveted war plans, each one held significant value to Konohagakure. On the left wall, pictures of the past and present Kages decorated what would have been a bare wall. The Rokudaime looked at each one carefully, paying respect to each one along the way. First, Shidaime, one of the original two who founded Konoha. The other being Madara Uchiha. Second, Nidaime, the brother of Shidaime. Third, old man Sarutobi, the Sandaime. Finally, he looked at the fourth picture. This one was special in his heart. Inside, sat Minato Namikaze. Arguably the greatest Hokage ever to be born in the village. Not only extremely powerful, but handsome as well, Yondaime loved and cared for the village with all his heart. With the ultimate sacrifice, he gave up his life to protect the village from the infamous Kyuubi. Breaking his stare, he glanced at the Godaime, then set his sight on the sixth picture, himself. His blonde hair was messier than ever. He had on his signature fox-like grin on his face. His ocean blue eyes full of happiness. The Rokudaime smirked. The boy who was once hated by the majority of his life by the very same village he cares for today was living his dream. The Rokaime of Konohagakure was none other than Naruto Namikaze Uzumaki.
Naruto was deep in thought when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He announced. The door opened to reveal both his assistants, both armed full with paperwork. The first one was a small petite girl about 16 years of age. She wore black pants that went to the bottom of her ankles. Her shirt was a short white tank top that bared her well-toned stomach. Her eyes were pure white, indicating she bore the Kekkai Genkai, Byakugan. Her long black hair came down to the bottom of her back. "Hokage-sama," Hanabi Hyuuga said first," We brought you more paperwork from the Fuedal Lor..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Naruto's IN bin still full of papers. Hanabi's usual cute face turned angry. A small, but noticeable vein bulged from her head. "You still haven't finished the work?!" She yelled pointed to the offender. Naruto winced as she yelled at him. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, looking at the young Hyuuga. "Oh sorry, Hanabi-chan. I forgot." He grinned weakly. Hanabi's face deep red. Whenever smiled like that, lust filled the hearts of the women of the village. Hanabi Hyuuga was no different. She quickly turned around before our blonde hero noticed anything. "No excuse," She said simply, dropping the stack of papers on his desk before rushing out of the room. The second assistant, an attractive blonde girl, carefully, placed the papers next to Hanabi's stack. "Ignore her, Hokage-sama," Kyra Matsuki said. She bowed before calmly walking out of the room.
The Rokudaime sighed. He hated paperwork. It was his kryptonite. On a normal day, Naruto would have spent most of the day finishing up. But today, he wasn't in the mood. He brought his hands together, making his favorite jutsu. "Kage Bushin no Jutsu." Five Naruto clones appeared next to the original. "Okay guys," He ordered," I don't have time for this. Finish this up." He gestured to the large amount of paperwork. "HAI!" Each one exclaimed as they tackled their large task. Naruto then made his way out of his office, walking into Hanabi's and Kyra's office. Before they could say anything, Naruto stopped them. "I'm going to be out for a while. Don't follow me." Hanabi was the first to respond," What about the paperwork?" Naruto smiled," Already taken care of." One more thing before he left, he perform a series of handsigns. A signal for the squad of ANBU to leave him be. He waited until he felt alone, then proceeded to the walk into the rain.
Naruto walked the streets of Konoha, completely drenched in rain. But he didn't care. His mind had to man things running through it. He took a right, then proceed through downtown. Even though it was raining like crazy, there were many people moving up and down the street. Vendors and shoppers alike watched the Rokudaime trudge through the mud and rain, just like they did. One of the older vendors ran up to Naruto, offering him an umbrella. Naruto thanked him, but refused, instead pulling out his wallet. He paid for it before walking off. Several minutes, later, Naruto saw his destination, then walked into his second home. "Hey old man," Naruto laughed," Would you please get your favorite customer some ramen?" Old man Ichiraku turned and laughed also," Sure thing." Naruto smiled, turning to Ichiraku's daughter, Ayame. "Hey, Ayame-chan." Her eyes waded, a small blush in her cheeks. "Hello Naruto-kun," She giggled, embracing the Rokudaime of Konoha in a hug. Naruto was kind of in shock, not expecting a hug. Over the years, He and Ayame had grown closer and closer. Even when he succeeded Tsunade as Hokage, their friendship didn't suffer. They chatted white Naruto waited for his ramen, and chatted some more when Naruto didn't have his mouth full of ramen.
15 bowls and a wallet lighter later, Naruto was about to leave when he remembered what he needed in the first place. "Oh Ayame-chan. You guys still sell sake, right?" A weird question Ayame thought, but nodded. Naruto pulled out some more ryo from his frog wallet," Good. I need 2 bottles and 2 glasses." Ayame looked at her friend curiously, wondering what he needed alcohol. But she shook the thoughts our of her hand, pulling out the sake and 2 porcelain glasses. Naruto paid for them. He waved farewell to his friends before walking once again into the rain. This time; however, there was no one on the street. Naruto made his way towards Konoha's Memorial Park. He stopped just short of the sacred stone to be sure no one was following him. Feeling no one's presence, he walked up to the black stone, tracing a certain name on it carefully. Then he sat on the ground, pouring sake into the cups. He raised his glass on respect. "Ero-Sennin." He said before he downed the shot. Naruto lowered his head. With such a heavy downpour, visibility was low. A good thing for Naruto Uzumaki, Rokudaime of Konoha, because no one could see the tears coming from his eyes.