Note: It has been FOREVER since I have posted fanfiction... I have two other stories that I put up a LONG time ago! There is soooo much that need to be fixed in those stories and sadly I probably won't get to them for a while (though I do intend to, at least with Beauty and the IceCube).

Another thing, this story is only going to have the first 2 chapters released as a test. I want to see if I can find some inspiration after posting these chapters to continue, but it might be a LOOOOONNNNNNGGGG time before I post future chapters. I am a college student and so I have the tendency to be busy; I probably will not be posting anymore soon until at least summer vacation comes, even then I might be busy acting in theatre. But I do intend to work on it little by little till I have a solid chunck done of the story. When that happens, I'll be posting more chapters.

I Hope you Enjoy~!

As of 02/09/2017: Minor spelling and grammar fixes.

As It Should Be

Mewmewmemint

Chapter One

"Are you sure Father is going to return today?" Asked the young voice beside Sakura. Half-surprised at her daughter breaking the silence, Sakura inspected Sarada. The girl had grown up fast these past few years. Each and every day Sakura could see her father in her. In the way, she mastered a new technique, in the way her eyes glinted at a challenge, in her dark hair growing, and in her stoic stares when she was deep in thought, unsure, or impatient.

"Of course!" Sakura replied, "Your father's report flew in a week ago that he'll be returning for a few weeks. I can just feel it. Today is the day." Her green eyes turned back down the road leading to the village gate. Her voice was more confident than the laws of gravity.

"That's what you said last time." Sarada sighed flatly.

It wasn't that Sarada didn't look forwards to her father's return but she knew there was no getting her hopes up. Ever since she finally met him, he had made promises to come home more. But even those promises were seldom and even when he did make them, it took forever for him to follow through.

Another sigh escaped her lips of the 8-year-old, at least it was better than nothing.

A sharp intake of breath interrupted Sarada's foot tracing shapes into the rocks and dirt. Quickly looking at her mother, Sarada caught her mom's grin widen across her face. Following her eyes, Sarada spotted the silhouette heading towards the village. A matching smile appeared on the younger girl's face.

The shadow slowly became more solid against the sunlight. The forest around the road tinted in a brilliant orange. Then another silhouette emerged alongside the first. As they came closer, there was no doubt of her father's return. But Sarada did not recognize the man beside him and it was unusual for her father to travel with anyone either. Sarada's face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed as her mind raced to place the man's figure beside her father. The next words coming from her mother's mouth confused her more, seeing her mother's face filled with pure shock elicited worry.

"Impossible."

...

For Naruto, the day passed like any other day. Peaceful days in the village were almost plentiful after the war had ended. Ever since becoming the Hokage, Naruto rarely faces any challenges aside from the occasional rebel uprise here and there. Even the rebels were easily handled with Sasuke's help. It was hard to believe 10 years had passed. His generation was heading into their late 20s already. Before they all knew it they would be in their thirties!

Almost everyone was married with children now. InoShikaCho was being taught to the new generation, Shino was evaluating his students' progress, even his old rival was going to make it to his daughter's birthday for the first time in 8 years. The village was moving forwards and prospering.

Though bored most days, nothing could have made Naruto happier as Konoha's Hokage. Sure, his son still kept on giving him twice the work with his trouble making but even that made him happy knowing Boruto had such a fighting spirit. He was his son after all.

But today had seemed to be even more peaceful. For one, Boruto was with Hinata and Himawari celebrating Boruto's birthday. Which, would keep him out of trouble.

Sitting in his office, Naruto kept checking the time. It was his son's birthday and he wanted to head home early. Unfortunately, when noon had passed, a new stack of papers came in from the research department seeking for his approval on funding distribution.

Naruto was constantly being reminded of why his son acted out for his attention; being the Hokage took away a lot of his time from his family. If it wasn't for Hinata, Naruto would have been constantly racked with guilt. But she was a blessing who supported him and was the most understanding woman he had ever known. Sure… he did see the times when her eyes would show disappointment from his lack of company, but she would always remind him his job was important and she understood. Naruto also made it his job to make it up to her as much as he could, when he could.

A sigh escaped the blond. He was finally reaching his last few papers to review and he still had daylight to make it home in time to celebrate. As he began his reading he started to feel a familiar chakra coming close, and before he truly had time to analysis the possible reasons for the familiar chakra, his office door burst open to reveal his wife.

Hinata stood in the doorway out of breath, supporting herself with her hand on her knees, huffing until she caught her breath. When she looked up, Naruto's heart tightened. He met her eyes. Her beautiful pale lavender eyes were filled with a look he didn't recognize; her face was covered in sweat from what he assumed came from her rush her. Her brows were in a knot above eyes. Not another second passed before Naruto rushed in front of her and supporting her up with a strong hand on either side of her shoulders.

All sorts of scenarios were popping into his head. Where were Himawari and Boruto? Where they all right? His thoughts froze when Hinata's eyes began to water, she grabbed on the front of his robes for balance.

At that moment Naruto couldn't stand it anymore, his grip tightened on his wife and began to speak with a hesitant voice, "Hinata, what is wro- ?"

"Naruto!" She barely breathed out and took a pause to gasp for air before continuing, "Naruto… H-h-e... He's…" the stutter he hadn't heard from her in a long time escaped. He was almost about to speak up again, not able to take the silence. "Naruto… He's… He's home."

At that, Naruto became even more confused, but he almost felt instant relief at the lack of words suggesting tragedy. Naruto now recognized the look in his wife's eyes. It wasn't a look of sadness but of… relief? He took a breath.

"Hinata," he pried further, trailing his thumbs in soothing circles on Hinata's shoulders, "who? Whose home?" He waited patiently as she took a moment to collect herself. He gently wiped away a few tears falling across her cheeks.

"Naruto, He's home," Hinata repeated slowly forming her sentence letting her tears come even slower as a small smile reached her lips, "…Neji's Home."

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