I do not own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden, the rightful owner is Masashi Kishimoto.

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Author's note: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction so any constructive criticism is highly welcomed. I shall leave it to your imagination when this is set. I am sorry for any mistakes there may be, even though I am fluent in English my first language is Welsh and all my school work has been done in Welsh since I was three, so there may be a few mistakes here and there even though I have used spell check, if you see any just let me know and I'll fix it as soon as I can, if there are any mistakes I apologise in advance. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Thank you.

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Lounging under a tree in the vast training grounds of Konoha was the silver haired jounin, his nose in his favourite orange clad Icha Icha novel, his eye soaked up each juicy word as the small space between his eye and mask turned a rosy colour, making it obvious that he was reading one of the scenes that made the Icha Icha series infamous.

Lifting his head he raised his hand in a greeting as a familiar blonde came noisily rushing towards him.

"Yo Naruto." He stood up to be at the same level as his former student all while keeping his place in his book. The blonde skidded to a halt, a toothy grin assured the jounin all was well. "So what brings you here? Another sparring match?" Since Naruto's return to the village, Kakashi had been bombarded with sparring requests from the young ninja to prove to his former sensei how much he had matured. And He had to admit the young teen had matured a lot and was almost an adult. Almost.

"Nope I'm on a mission." He grinned, his grin becoming more mischievous and Kakashi couldn't help but nptice the sparkle in his blue eyes. He didn't like where this was going.

"So how does that bring you here?" He questioned eyebrow raised.

"My mission is to deliver a message..." The jinchiruki paused and waited for some sort of reaction from the jounin. He received none. So he continued. "I'm here to deliver a message to you." Kakashi closed his book with a small clap and couldn't help but notice that Naruto's 'mission' was more of an errand.

"So what's this message?" He asked hoping it wasn't to inform him that he needed to report to the hospital for a physical exam. The younger ninja placed his hands on his hips and somehow though you may have thought it impossible, grinned wider, which olmost frightened the older ninja.

"Ne do you have a sister, sensei?"

"No I'm an only child."

"A female cousin?

"No..."

"An aunt?"

"Naruto." He warned in a low and stern voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose to prevent the headache that had slowly formed from growing. "Just tell me the message already." Sensing annoyance in his former senseis voice Naruto complied.

"I was told to tell you that someone was coming back to the village I couldn't remember her name but for some reason they called her Lady Hatake." Kakashi couldn't help but be thankful that the black mask he wore hid his smile that suddenly appeared on his face at the words and not just because he didn't need to go to the hospital.

"Do you know when she'll get here?" He put his book away being careful not to damage it with his kunai and shuriken.

"I was told about two hours. Ne sensei who is-" the blonde was cut off by a puff of smoke and the empty space where his sensei once stood. "Why does he always do that?!" The cried in frustration looking at the now empty patch of grass