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Hinata's story

Chapter 1: Home, Sweet Home

She stared up at the gate she thought she would never see again. The whole way she day-dreamed of her life in the village, her friends, even her family.

"Let's go report to the Fifth." She looked over at her companions. They were dressed like her; the ANBU uniform, masked covering her face. They walked through the street. The village had changed a bit since she had been here last. She found herself at the door to the Hokage's office. She felt at slight nudge, I didn't need it twice. I knocked at the door and waited for an answer.

"Enter" she answered.

I opened the door and walked in. There behind mountains of paperwork, sat the Fifth Hokage.

"Welcome back. How did the mission go?" She asked calmly. She stared at us. I stepped forward, knowing neither of my teammates would dare be so bold.

"The mission was a success. We were able to track down the criminal. We took him to Saishu Prison. Here is the prison acceptance form." I handed it to her then waited. It seemed to take forever for her to look over that simple form. Rikke was fidgeting; he had a family he hadn't seen since we left and he was impatient. While Gangu on the other hand, wanted to get home so he could get a good night's rest.

"Good work, I-" Then someone came crashing through the door. The three of us turned around.

"GRANNY TSUNADE" He yelled. He was tall and wearing an orange and black jumpsuit. His blonde spiky hair stuck out all over the place. I knew who it was, he had changed a lot.

"Naruto! What do you want?!"

"I heard you had a mission for me."

"You heard wrong, now do you mind?" He looked over at us again. He may have looked different but he was the same Naruto. I remember blushing at the sound of his name let alone talking to him. But I'm different, and he doesn't know it's me.

She had finally relieved us, and we were standing outside. They removed their masked the same time I did. My hair fell out and draped across my shoulders and back. As the mask slipped off a weight was lifted. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, I was home.