Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Naruto or its characters, but I do own this story, and the way the characters look and act in it. I also own the one general idea which will be made clearer as the story continues, however it has something to do with Naruto's Mask.
A light breeze blew through the trees, causing the leaves to sway and dance
A light breeze blew through the trees, causing the leaves to sway and dance. Light filtered through the tree tops, the shadows cast on the ground below changing with the patterns of the leaves. A small brook near the middle of the clearing bubbled quietly, the clear water glistening in the bright day. The calm serenity of the clearing couldn't possibly be broken…not even by the silent ninja, who was going through various kataa under the soothing shade of the trees. The ninja had long blond hair, tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Long bangs framed a handsome face. Ice blue eyes watched his surroundings carefully; calculating his own strokes. He was well muscled, but in no way bulky, instead carrying himself with the slender grace and beauty of a girl. The kunai in his hand gleamed, cutting the air and throwing off the light patterns even more. He sighed as he ran through his last kataa and looked towards his teacher. In the far corner of the clearing stood a tall man with long silver hair, and wise, old eyes. He had broad shoulders and on his back was a fairly large scroll, strapped like a backpack to his shoulder. He had been watching his student practicing, had studied the way the boy's chakra flowed out around his form, making each movement lethal and dangerous.
"You have a wonderful form, and your chakra control is some of the best I have ever seen. I don't understand why you are still so reluctant to return to Konoha…: Jiriya stated, looking towards his student and god-son.
"I guess you could say that I'm stalling…there is nothing but sorrow in Konoha for me. There is nothing that calls me back, and even less that calls for me to stay loyal. I have received plenty of offers from Garaa, asking me to join his court. I would be much more appreciated in Suna, don't you think so?" Naruto asked, a smile playing across his lips, his bottomless blue eyes staring far into the distance.
"There is nothing that I would want more than for you to be united with all of your "siblings" but I also made a promise to return you to Konoha. Tsunade would never release you…"
"I know. And I have no intention of continuing my constant delays. It's November the 5th. It has been exactly three years since we left Konoha…I'd say it's about due time we returned" Naruto stated, his smile growing. Amongst all of the training Naruto received, his first lesson was one that Temari had given him…
"Okay, Naruto, here's the deal. You aren't allowed to have ramen, talk to Garaa, or even TOUCH a kunai, unless you learn to behave yourself properly. You smile too much, and you're too loud. A good ninja never reveals his plans, doesn't shout out his ninja-way, and most certainly does NOT depend on Ramen for nutrition. You have no style, no finesse, and no clue how to be a good ninja. Your first lesson will be proper etiquette. From there we will work our way up to cooking, stealth, and after that, grace, speed, style, and last but not least, jutsus. I am your law until further notice!"
Naruto chuckled at the memory, and shook his head slightly. Temari was a slave driver, with the grace and beauty of an empress. Smirking, Naruto double checked his supplies. Nodding to himself, he walked down to meet Jiriya at the door. Once at Jiriya's side, a fire erupted at his feet, spreading to engulf Jiriya and himself whole.