AN: Hey guys! So here is the first chapter of the revised story. Hope you enjoy! Please leave a review! Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Rurouni Kenshin though that would be cool.

Regular text, or formal thought

'Personal thoughts or telepathic conversations'

Tailed Beasts speaking or maybe...me?

The day the sun met the moon, the streets of Tokyo were filled with civilians, tourists, merchants, officers, and the like. The sky was a crystalline blue, no cloud dared to be the blemish on the infinite blue space. The soft breeze relieved the townspeople from the wrath of the summer heat, the shade from numerous trees, and the cool, refreshing ponds would do the same. One man walked down the street, whistling a cheerful tune with a beat in his step; he had no care in the world on that fine day. His yellow fair shined in the sunlight, attracting the eyes of all the females in sight.

He smiled kindly at every person he passed by, making the women blush madly and the men either smile in return or nod respectfully for the blonde was a man to be feared. Trailing a few paces behind him, was a significantly younger person. The boy could not be more than 13, his yellow hair brighter and wilder than the previous man. HIs feet dragged on the ground, following the older male through the bustling streets with his face contorted into disgust and boredom.

'Of course Dad has to attract all the attention.' the blonde thought angrily. Even the damn cloak his father was wearing flowed in the wind without effort, creating an effect of badassery that the boy wished he could possess. Don't misunderstand the boy. He loved his father more than just about anything, ramen included. And he loved that his dad was famous and was super awesome, powerful ninja who was also kind and merciful. But young and hotheaded Naruto Namikaze was so damn tired of every person fawning over his father.

Minato Namikaze, the Yellow Flash or the Yondaime, was indeed a spectacular man. He single-handedly decimated hundreds of soldiers back in the Meiji Revolution barely receiving a scratch. He was calm and collected but had a wonderful sense of humor. He could hold an intellectual conversation and both appeal to civilians and politicians, his leadership as the Fourth Hokage of Konoha proving his ability. He not only could lead and protect a village but still find time to raise his son in the absence of Naruto's mother who was no longer a part of the living.

Minato was a very popular man for different reasons but every town knew of his name, of his legacy. And poor Naruto was left in the dust of his father's greatness. Not on purpose, he knew. But that didn't make him feel any better; he too wanted people to look up to him and see him as more than just the precious son of the Yellow Flash. The boy never dared to mention how he felt to MInato. He couldn't bear upsetting the man; Naruto knew his father would do anything for him. But as much as the fame annoyed the crap out of him, he would never take that away from his father.

Naruto Namikaze would instead rise above Minato and become the greatest Hokage to ever set foot upon this Earth. That was the promise of a lifetime. In the meantime, Naruto ran to walk beside his father and embrace the fame. He couldn't stay mad for long; it just wasn't his style. Minato smiled warmly as his son appeared beside him. The man worried that Naruto was suffering from all the popularity he had incurred. He was glad to see the boy had found his energy again, as he basically bounced next to him.

"Don't these women realize you're too old for them? Why are they so infatuated with you?" Naruto grumbled. He looked up into the mock hurt expression his father was wearing.

"I'm too old now?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Naruto's eyes widened as he realized his unintentional mistake

"No, no, no. That's not what I meant!"

"I know," Minato laughed, ruffling his son's hair. "But I try not to really notice, nor appear as if I'm returning their affections. I don't think I can love anyone as strongly as I loved your mother," he replied, a twinge of sadness in his voice. 'Oh, Kushina.'

"I wish I would have gotten to meet Mom. I mean actually remember meeting her," Naruto spoke softly, his face wistful with his grin turned into a small, concentrated frown. Minato felt a pang in his heart from his son's words; he wanted Kushina alive just as much as Naruto. "But, Mom wouldn't have wanted us to be down in the dumps, dattebayo!" the pre-teen exclaimed, punching his fist up into the air.

At this, Minato's own frown became a proud smile. Naruto was more like his mother than he realized. From her stamina to her hot-blooded personality to her catchphrase, Naruto was the embodiment of Kushina. And for that, Minato was forever thankful. He would never have to forget her because a big part of her was always in his son.

Naruto walked farther ahead of his dad, his hands interlocked behind his head and his eyes constantly observing all the sights around him. Minato waited patiently; a few moments later, the boy turned around and sheepishly grinned at him.

"Um, where are we going?" he asked, his hand scratching the back of his head.

"This way, Naruto," Minato smirked, turning off the main road onto a less traveled back road. The young blonde soon returned to his place beside the man and they continued on their way to their destination. It was then that Naruto began to wonder why they were even in Tokyo in the first place.

It had been two weeks since the young girl had arrived at the Kamiya dojo; she didn't really want to come in the first place. Hikari-nee made her come. She said it was for her own good. Her scarlet hair fell just above her shoulders, the ends curling slightly. Her hair was parted to the right side of her face, bangs long enough to cover her face if she so desired; she desired this almost constantly. Her violet eyes were concentrating on the little sketch the young redhead had been working on. A passerby would think her drawing techniques were quite developed for her age but she knew she could do better.

She was just about to finish an essential part of the human figure drawn on the page, when a voice broke her focus. She flinched, causing the pencil to scribble over the midsection of the drawn figure. Staring sadly at her mistake, the young girl glanced up into the same violet eyes. The eyes of her father.

"Ryusuke, how are you feeling?" Kenshin Himura spoke, the guilt striking his heart at the previous actions of his daughter. Truth be told, the man didn't know how he felt himself. The 12-year-old had just shown up claiming to be his daughter. If anyone else had come to him with that claim, he would have explained it was a mistake. But the eyes and the hair, the way she walked, her facial features. They reminded him of a woman he had once loved. He knew that Ryusuke was his daughter.

Ryusuke was very nervous around Kenshin and his friends. She was the most comfortable around Yahiko, for the boy was not much older than her and his personality caused her to open up in spite of herself. While she knew they all were very nice and meant her no harm, the poor girl just couldn't fight her demons; Ryusuke couldn't control her fear.

"I'm okay. Just working on a sketch," she replied, her voice shaking, small and quiet. 'Damn it! I shouldn't be so scared around him! He's my dad…' He was her father yet she hadn't grown up with him. He was just another stranger to her; and Ryusuke didn't know if she wanted to get to know him.

Kenshin sat next to his daughter, carefully taking one of her hands into both of his. At first, she immediately tried to pull her hand away but she regained her confidence and put a little trust into him. "You don't have to meet them if you don't want to. I don't think that they will stay long," her father spoke, hand rubbing comforting circles on the back of her hand. Oh right. Two more strangers were on their way to the dojo today.

"I actually forgot about that," Ryusuke admitted, a blush forming on her cheeks. Sensing her embarrassment, the man smiled warmingly.

"It's okay. You and Yahiko could go into town while they are here if you'd like."

"No, I want to meet them," she replied, a small smile forming on her face. "They sound like nice people." On the inside, she was scared. 'Why did I just say that? I don't want to meet them! I don't even want to here!' But deep down inside, the girl did want to meet the two newcomers. Something about it excited her even if she was nearly scared to death.

"Really? That's great! I'm glad you are starting to be more comfortable here, Ryusuke," Kenshin grinned, standing up and heading inside the dojo. After he left, Ryusuke frowned. Was she really getting more comfortable here? A part of her wished she was. Another part, wished she didn't exist right then.

Sighing softly to herself, the girl returned back to her sketch:. It was of a young boy, no older than herself. He had a bright, heartwarming smile. His eyes were an open book into his soul. His hair was the color of the sun and his eyes were as blue as the deepest oceans. His hair was sporadically spread in all directions. Ryusuke drew him as if she had met the figure in real life. He felt like a memory but she knew that it was only her imagination.

The girl had just finished the final touches of the sketch when a feeling washed over her. The two unknowns were here! Just outside the dojo's walls! 'Ah! What do I do?' Ryusuke thought in a panic. Her eyes darted around wildly for a place to hide when she spotted a nearby tree. Ripping the sketch out her book, the girl sprinted to the tree and quickly maneuvered her way up through the branches thick with leaves. Deeming her spot in the tree high enough away from the ground to shield her from their view, Ryusuke sat on the branch, her sketch firmly in hand with an observant eye on the people below her.

She watched as Kenshin, Kaoru, Yahiko, and Sanosuke greeted the two figures. From her perch, Ryusuke noticed that one person was an adult and one person was younger. They both had blonde hair and the younger boy stood with arms behind his head. His smile was so bright that even she could see it from high up in the tree. She narrowed her eyes, allowing chakra to build up around them; with this she could see a bit farther and in clearer detail. Ryusuke gasped upon seeing the younger boy's blue eyes and whisker marks. She looked at her drawing. The boy she drew was standing yards away from her!

Without even realizing what she was doing, Ryusuke jumped down from the tree and dashed over to the group. She marched right up to the boy and pointed to her drawing. "Why do you look like this boy I drew? I've never met you before," she spoke, showing the blonde boy her drawing. Naruto was shocked. This random girl just marched right up to him and put a drawing of him in his face. He began to stare at her, the sense of familiarity kicking in. He knew her. He's met her before. He was just about to open his mouth when the redhead's eyes widened and she froze. Her face flushed a bright red and she turned away from him, sprinting past the group of people into the forest behind the dojo.

"Hey wait!" Naruto called to her, running after her as fast he could. The spectacle left the remaining people dumbfounded.

"Was that your daughter?" Minato asked, recovering from his surprise.

"Yes. I've never seen her be so commanding with anyone before. That's the most confidence she's had since she's been here. That is until Ryusuke realized what she had done," Kenshin replied, turning to follow the preteens.

"Leave them. If she's as shy as you say then she will have to learn to deal with people eventually. I think Naruto meeting her will be a good thing for her lack of self-confidence. He has an effect on people," Minato winked. Kenshin chuckled and finished introducing the rest of his friends to Minato.

Naruto quickly jumped across the tree branches, searching for any signs of bright red hair. He had to find her. "Rii-chan! Come back!" he yelled without thinking. He paused in his movements. 'Rii-chan. That's what I called her back then,' Naruto thought to himself. Suddenly, the girl appeared on a branch across from him. Her eyes were wary yet curious and her face was no longer a cherry red.

"What did you call me?"

"Rii-chan. That's what I called you when we met before. We used to play back in Konoha. You lived in the orphanage. And then one day, you left," Naruto spoke, his voice falling off at the mention of her departure. Ryusuke's eyes widened as memories floated to the surface. Naruto saving her from a group of bullies. Her helping in prank the villagers. Her writing him a note of farewell before disappearing from Konoha without a trace. It wasn't like she had been born there. She was just visiting but even so, it had pained her greatly to leave the blonde boy who she had deemed her closest friend.

"Naru!" her voice shook and tears began to roll down her face as she tackled the preteen in a hug. She sobbed into his shoulder uncontrollably while Naruto hugged her back, even as they fell off the branch from the force of Ryusuke's action. "I'm so sorry for leaving you! I didn't want to but I had to leave. It was dangerous for me to stay there! I didn't want you to get hurt," she cried harder. She felt safe in his arms; he was truly her best friend. Ryusuke hadn't released the pain, anger, and sorrow that had been growing inside of her since the day she left Konoha. That had been 6 years ago.

Naruto continued to comfort the young redhead, even as he felt the pain of their fall spread along his spine. "It's okay, Rii-chan. I'm not mad at you. I'm just glad we could meet again. Say, why are you at the dojo?" the blonde asked, as Ryusuke's sniffles subsided. She attempted to get off Naruto, but he just held her to him as he sat up and leaned against the tree they had fallen from. Then he grinned at her, patiently waiting (in spite of himself) for her to continue.

"Well, you remember how we met when I was in the orphanage in Konoha?" she began. He nodded. "I thought that I didn't have any parents at the time. And I was right, mostly. Turns out, I did have a father. My mother neglected to mention that fact to him so this whole time he has lived without the knowledge that he had a daughter. So I made my way to the dojo to meet him, though I constantly am asking myself what I am even doing here. I mean, I've been on my own all this time. Do I even really need to make this familial connection?" Ryusuke confessed to her friend. She had always found Naruto the easiest person in the whole world to talk to.

"So is that Kenshin guy your dad?" he replied. She nodded in confirmation. "I think you should give him a chance, Rii-chan. This is new thing for him too. I would be lost without my dad since I don't have my mother. He might be the person you really need right now," Naruto replied. Ryusuke realized that Kenshin was just as new to being a dad as she was to having one.

Naruto studied her as the redhead thought over what he had said. He noticed that her hair was longer now; if anything, that reminded him of what his mother's hair must have looked like. Except for the fact that she didn't have bangs parted to cover the right side of her face. He noticed the dark areas below her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well in years. Her eyes struck him the most for they were no longer open.

Her eyes remained guarded; he could no longer read her like a book. This confused the blonde. What had happened in 6 years to make her nervous, wary, and guarded? Her smile was warm but didn't beam as it once did. Naruto felt as if he was looking at a shadow of what was once his best friend. If he was to be known as the Sun than she was the Moon. But the moon's light comes from the sun. Ryusuke may be quiet and guarded now but Naruto was going to get her to open up. He would bring the old Ryusuke back, no matter what.

"I guess I can hang around. You're right. I should give Kenshin a chance. It isn't his fault that he was never told he had a kid. I shouldn't hold that against him," Ryusuke finally concluded. Naruto smiled, a small but sincere smile. She smiled because his happiness was infectious. It was one of her most genuine smiles.

"That's the spirit! We're going to get you loosen up yet!" the blonde cheered, pumping a fist into the air. Ryusuke giggled at the boy's antics. 'Some things never change,' she mused to herself. If anyone could save her from her demons, it would be the blonde boy in front of her. It was then Naruto began to recount all his tales from the past 6 years while Ryusuke listened intently.

While the two friends were catching up, a figure watched them, yards away on a tree branch. His uncovered eye twinkled in amusement and if you could see his face, his lips would have been curved into a smile. Someone had to watch the Yondaime's son while they were away from the village; and of course give aid to the Hokage when needed. He owed at least that much to his sensei.

AN: Hey guys! So first rewritten chapter completed! Yes, I changed the name of my OC. Ryusuke's name has the Ryu prefix which means dragon in Japanese for those who didn't know. I feel as though that suits her better being Kenshin's daughter, the swordsman who uses the sword style of dragon-like names. I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter. The semester is winding down and that means finals are underway soon so I am going to be quite busy. I hope to be updating sooner next month when I have most of December off from school. Until next time! Chao!