A/N:

Hello again, everyone! So, this is a story I've been working on for a couple of months now, and I'm really hoping this one is better than my first. For those of you who have read my first story that I published, I'm glad someone of you liked it so much!

Honestly, I got so excited to be able to actually write my own story, that I didn't really think ahead of what I wanted out of Almost Honest and I'm really disappointed with myself of how it turned out. I don't see myself continuing that story. For those of you who liked it and may be reading this, I'm sorry if you had your hopes up that I would go back to it, but I really don't see that happening...

Anyways, like I said I've been working on this one for a while, and I'm hoping that you all enjoy it. Although, if you don't, I would appreciate appropriate constructive criticism. Some people get so butthurt over fictional stories and become very aggressive. It's not necessary, at all. For now, I will be posting this, and depending on the reviews and such I get out of it, it may be revised. So, be prepared when reading this, so you will not become lost if you come back to it and it's not the same as how you remembered it.

I will be rating this "M" because I'm sure in later chapters there will be strong profanity and most likely sexual themes and situations. If I don't end up writing those, I'll change the rating to whatever it fits under.

I do not own Naruto, though there are some characters in this story that I made up for the sake of the story line.

Hope you all enjoy!

Silence seemed to rein over the streets; most residents in the village of Konohagakure were on edge on this day. Their current enemy, the ninja from Kumo, had just arrived at their gates feigning peace.

What a joke. Most the ninja thought.

They were still at war with some fractions of the five ninja nations, Kumogakure being one of them. Some shinobi scoffed as they watched the Head Ninja of Kumo walk through their home like he owned the place, his groups of "ambassadors" following proudly behind him. The sight alone made some civilians cower away, shielding their children and wives from what they know as blood thirsty animals.

This made the Kumo ninja smirk to themselves.

The silent resentment remained all throughout the walk to the Hokage tower. They were led by two anbu shinobi; the one off to the left of the Kumo group had unruly black hair tied back in a short ponytail who wore a white and purple mask in the design of a cat's face, the other ninja off to the right had dark blond hair combed back neatly, reaching down to his shoulders, who adorned a white and red mask of a fox.

Once they reached the door to the Hokage's office, Cat stepped forward and knocked firmly upon the steel it was made of. When instructed that they may enter, Cat opened the door to reveal Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, dressed elegantly in his rightful robes, sitting behind his oak wood desk. As the group of shinobi all entered to the rather large room, they all noticed two other people in the room. No other than Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane, members of the Konoha council and Hiruzen's self-appointed advisers, standing to either side of the Hokage.

Cat and Fox allowed for the group of the 5 Kumo ninja to go ahead of them, but as they went to follow suit, Hiruzen spoke up.

"Please wait outside my office. Keep watch for the time being; I'll call if anything is needed." He said.

Cat and Fox faced one another briefly before looking back at their Hokage, bowing slightly and closing the door. They stood on either side of the door frame as they were told.

"I have a bad feeling about all this..." Fox voiced out to Cat.

"You should." She turned her head in Fox's direction; he could tell from the expression in her chocolate eyes that she was extremely wary. And they all had every right to be.

"So where shall we begin?" Homura asked gruffly, a grimace on his face.

They were all prepared to discuss the terms of a peace treaty. It would be a long day, it seemed.

"Hime, slow down!" A woman yelled towards the toddler running ahead of her as she walked through a lively field. The grass was long, the dried olive blades swayed from the light breeze. Though it was winter, the day was surprisingly warm. The woman smiled, holding onto her rather large belly with one hand, in the other was a small woven basket and blanket folded neatly on top of it.

Once she got to the closest sakura tree from her in the vast field, petals from which has begun to fall some time ago and continued on through the season, the woman set down the basket and grabbed the blanket. Waving it out in the air in front of her she let it fall softly with her hands guiding it down to the ground. When she was satisfied with its placement, she slowly descended to the ground and moved the basket to sit in front of her.

"Hime, come here!" She called once more to the toddler.

She watched as the little girl stopped in her tracks, turning her pale eyes to the woman. Suddenly, the girl smiled and ran as fast as her little chubby legs would allow towards the woman as they both outstretched their arms towards one another. Once the toddler reached the woman, she ran right into her arms. The woman gladly accepted this excited hug from the girl.

"Oh, Hinata, what would I do without your sweet little hugs?" The woman asked as she pulled away enough to rub the tip of her nose against the child's.

"Wove you, mama!" The child stated through giggles. The mother couldn't help the warm feeling that struck her heart at that moment.

"Let's eat, hime."

They snacked upon sweet fruits that the woman pulled out from her basket, both enjoying the brisk breeze that swam through their thick silky hair. The deep indigo hair reached down to the woman's waist, which in her opinion was a struggle to maintain at times, especially being in the last trimester of her second pregnancy. Thankfully for her, though, she managed to convince her husband to let her cut their 2 year old's hair, making it easier for her to deal with as she already struggled with her own lately.

She saw that Hinata was rubbing at her eyes sheepishly upon finishing the snack she fed to her, so she beckoned the child closer to her. Switching her legs to be stretched out on front of her, she gently guided her head to her lap, humming a lullaby softly to her daughter as she ran her fingers through her short hair. It was the same color as her own; they were the only two in their clan it seemed who had this particular hair color.

They sat there for hours it seemed, the woman contently watched her child lay upon her lap, the side of her chubby cheeks pressed up against her thigh, her rosy lips parted as she inhaled and exhaled each breath. It seemed that her unborn child was also asleep, as the movement inside her womb had ceased some time ago. She was grateful for this, as it was highly uncomfortable on her organs, especially her bladder. She also seemed to have some issues with this pregnancy so far compared to when she was pregnant with Hinata, though they were unsure why this was. But it was worth it to her. She would suffer any pain she had to for her children; she had no doubt about it.

Ahead of her, she saw a man approach towards her. She smiled once more when she recognized the man as her husband, Hiashi Hyuuga. Maybe, just maybe, if she looked closely enough she could see the slight smile on his face. She waved towards him and watched as he returned the gesture. Soon, he was standing before her, gazing upon his glowing wife and their young child.

"How long have you been out here, Hitomi?" He asked.

"A couple of hours. Come, sit." She patted the spot on the blanket next to her.

He obliged to his wife, sitting by her side. He brought a hand to her stomach, rubbing it softly. It was like the unborn child was able to sense him, as he was immediately able to feel the baby kick and squirm in the womb.

"You've woken him, Hiashi." Hitomi pouted lightly. She was enjoying the brief time where her child wasn't kicking her ribs and such.

"Soon, he will be out in the world and in your arms, no longer tormenting your insides, my dear." He responded lovingly, looking his beautiful wife in her pupil-less eyes, the same all members of his clan possessed. But hers were different, dare he say exotic. He would never admit it to anyone but her, that he loved her lavender tinted eyes. It was no surprise to him that Hinata had inherited the same eyes, just as her hair. She was almost an exact version of his wife, but obviously smaller.

Hitomi seemed to glow even brighter at that statement. She loved her little family. Though her husband seemed cold towards anyone but her, she knew deep down that his heart was warm. It was full of love for his family. He loved her deeply, as she loved him; the same went for their children. Even if she had the choice, she would not change one aspect of her life. Her oldest daughter was soon to be 3 in the next couple of days, and she was due to give birth to what they believed to be a son in the next few months.

Everything was perfect for her and her family, she was confident that it would stay that way for a while.