A White Eyed Angel

Chapter 1: Returning home

She almost smiled as the breeze ruffled her spiked hair. For once she could maybe find something happy in her life, some that didn't involve more pain.

She closed her eyes as a particular gust of wind brought up scents from the village. The dumplings she used to eat all the time, the flowers she'd always plant, and a the most familiar scent yet. Ramen. She opened her eyes only to have them cloud over as she thought about some distant memories.

Just when she looked as though she was going to cry, she snapped out of it. Her face set hard and she clenched her fist as she told herself, "Stop dwelling on the past. It's not going to get you anywhere and it certainly isn't going to help him."

She closed her eyes to gather her thoughts before she opened them again and continued down the tree ridden hill.

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She showed the guards her papers and continued on, not bothering to stop to let them check if she was the right person. Once again she almost smiled. The village brought so many memories.

She saw the ramen stand where Naruto had always hung out. She politely waved to Ayame as she passed, hoping she could rekindle they're friendship, even if she wouldn't recognize her.

She then saw her old apartment and her face clouded over. She did not want to live there anymore. That was after all the place she last saw, and realized she loved him. She clenched her fist to stop herself from going in there to break up some more stuff. Instead she lost herself in thoughts again. Of what it could have been like.

She stared at the grainy wood door. "Well feet," she thought, "You sure know how to make a girl do what she doesn't want to do." She took a deep breath and politely knocked on the door. She scowled, "Geez, I've only been here a few minutes and already I'm losing the results of all the work I put myself through." She gulped as she waited for her response, and mentally added Work on confidence. Again. to her checklist.

"Enter," said a familiar, yet disturbingly stern voice. "So I guess she's worried about something if she hasn't drunk yet." She thought, but immediately palmed her face. Who was she to judge people on what was back then! Look at her. For all she knew Tsunadae could have stopped drink years ago! (Ok maybe not years as she was only gone two and three-quarters of a year.)

As she entered the woman in the chair slowly swiveled around to her. "Looks like my claim was right she was worried about something." the raven-haired thought before batting away those thought so she could see what the hazel eyed woman had to say.

It took a long time for the hazel-eyed woman to say something. With her wide and pale skin that made her platinum blomnde hair seem dark, it looked as though she had seen a ghost or worse Jiraiya with a camera. Immediately the phrase "Cat got your tongue?" floated through the onyx-eyed girl's head. She had to bit her lip to burst out laughing.

"M-Miya? I-Is that you?" the Hazel-eyed hokage said, trying not to look like she was utterly shocked.

The girl took one look at her and the urge to say, "Of course it's me! Who else would show up in the middle of your office with a spiky haircut dressed in black?" Though instead she just kept her face straight and said monotonously, "Yes hokage-sama, I have returned."