Hello everyone! It's Kara, with a new story. To anyone who's waiting for my NejiIno fic... . It's coming. I've gotten it written, it just needs to be typed up.

This story is a Christmas present for the lovely Abu-chan, who made a roleplay with this plot, but it never got finished, so I made this for her. 3

I played Neji, which is why there's so much of him in this. ; And Tori, obviously. Sorry for those who don't like madeups, I promise you, she's far from a Mary Sue. She's nosy, loud, and an absolute liar most of the time. Besides, SOMEONE had to nab Naruto, and it wouldn't make sense for someone from Konoha to, huh?

Well, Abu-chan, I hope you like it. 3

If anyone else likes it, I'm glad.

If you don't like it, well, I don't care. O This wasn't made for you.

It was pouring down rain. The group of mourners were completely soaked, standing on the Mt. Hokage observatory. They had waited three days for the weather to let up, postponing the funeral as long as possible, but it just kept raining.

Even the angels were crying for Naruto Uzumaki.

It seemed so wrong... Everyone dressed in black, everyone mourning... Well, "everyone" was actually only Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi, Iruka, and the rest of Naruto's friends. A relatively small group. The rest of Konoha was celebrating.

Tsunade climbed up to the small, tarped raised platform. Behind her, a closed casket draped in flowers. Naruto's face beamed down from the top of it, an enlarged picture of him propped on top of the casket. It wasn't really a picture of Naruto, though. Tsunade could see a bit of Sakura's pink hair from one corner, indicating that it had been a picture of Naruto and his team. It was just a reminder to everyone that no one had ever bothered to take a photo of Naruto when he was alive.

Tsunade looked out at the very wet crowd of mourners. Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes. "Naruto..." She began, her voice a bit shaky. "Naruto was a hero." She paused a moment, glancing up to see a sobbing Sakura, shaking uncontrollably, Ino next to her, who had wondered away from her teammates, embracing the girl and rubbing her back; Sasuke was next to the two, but he only stood, hands at his sides, face completely blank. Tsunade continued. "But he was never seen as a hero, was he? He was hated... Shunned... Nobody really did try to reach out to him... Except us. We are the only friends and family he had ever known. We are the only ones who have ever shone him love. The only... The only ones who truly understood him. But... Y'know... I don't think we really did understand him." At this, the crowd glanced up at the Fifth Hokage. Tears were welled up in the corners of her eyes, but her lips were curled up in a weak smile. "Naruto would not have wanted this!" She continued. "Not the Naruto Uzumaki we knew. he would not want us to cry or mourn for him. You know why? Because..." Tsunade finally broke down, sobs chocking her, shoulders shaking. She looked down at the ground, eyes clenched shut, but managed to keep her voice from breaking "Because Naruto won! He did it. He'd want us to be happy for him! Because... Somewhere... Naruto is smiling. He'll always... Be smiling..."

Tsunade buried her face in her hands, unable to stop herself from sobbing. She only vaguely remember being escorted down the platform. After that, the casket was taken through the Konoha Gates and taken to the site where Kyubi had appeared so many years ago and where he was sealed into the infant Naruto. That was where he had been buried.

The villargers would never allow Naruto to be burried peacefully in the cemetary. Funny, how this place, of all places, would be the only place that Naruto could really rest without any disturbance. Fate was truly an ironic thing.

"Naruto..."

Tsunade's chair went flying through the window of her office, creating a large hole.

"Get out of my office! All of you! Get out, get out, GET OUT!!"

From the entrance of the building, three genin and two other male shinobi hurried out, the genin rushing off, screaming from terror, and the other shinobi retrieving the chair before rushing back into the building. In her office stood Tsunade, her face flushing, panting. In one hand was a bottle of sake, which she took a swing of before slamming it down on her desk.

Drunk. As always.

"Damn, sniveling, little brats." She spat, snatching the bottle again to take another drink. She glared out the large windows.

Pouring down rain.

Just like the funeral.

The shinobi that had retrieved her chair quickly entered, placing it behind her desk before running for the exit. The hokage flopped into it with a sigh.

"I'm too old for this." She said, folding her arms on her desk and burying her head in them.