Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto characters except the one I made for this story because I am not cool like that.
It was a beautiful winter day in Konoha. The sun was shining, the snow soft and welcoming, and the smell of cooking noodles from the nearby ramen stand filled the air. The streets were almost bare since most were in their houses spending the days after Christmas with their families. A certain blue-haired kunoichi was walking down the street towards the Hyuuga manor. The place she called home. As she neared the gate at the beginning of the path that leads to the manor's front door, she saw her father on the front step talking to . . . As her eyes landed on the man arguing with her father, she stopped dead. Could it be? She started sprinting up the path to the manor.
As she got closer and closer, she was able to hear what was said between her father and someone she had not seen for a long time. "I told you, you're no longer welcome here. And besides, Hinata isn't even here at the moment. But even if she was, I would not let you see her." Hiashi said menacingly. The other man didn't even seem fazed by Hiashi's harsh words. "I have just come to wish her happy birthday, and that is all." the other man said calmly. My birthday? I had completely forgotten about it. She thought as she neared the two men. "I don't care, you are not seeing her!" Hiashi said with a scowl, but as soon as these words left his mouth, he noticed Hinata just barely five meters away. The other man noticed this and turned to see the very one he was looking for coming ever closer. "Ichirou!" she called, reaching the two men and stopping about a foot from them. "Hey sis, happy birthday. How's it been?" Ichirou said as he knelt, embracing Hinata. "Hinata, go inside." Hiashi said, upset as to Ichirou getting to see Hinata after all. "B-but father . . ." she said, looking down. "Now!" he shouted, and afterwards she reluctantly obeyed, glancing back at her brother. "Why have you become so cold?" Ichirou said, turning and walking down the path.
I haven't seen her in years, to think that he would have the decency to let me see her for at least a few minutes. Something tells me that he will never forgive me. As Ichirou walked, lost deep in thought, he bumped into a certain orange-clad ninja. "Hey watch it . . ." Naruto said, but paused as he saw the eyes of the Hyuuga family and the face of one that he had met before. "Ichirou, is that you? It is! When did you get back? How've you been? What . . ." Ichirou held his hands up asking for silence. "One question at a time Naruto, one at a time." Ichirou said, already flustered. "First of all, I got back last night. Second of all, I've been better. Now what were you saying?" Ichirou stated very calmly. "I was asking what you were doing back here after so long." Naruto said. "Well, solitude wasn't exactly my idea of a life, so I came back here. But I haven't been very welcomed so far. I dropped in at Hinata's to say happy birthday but was welcomed by the ever waiting yells of father." Ichirou finished this statement with a sigh, looking to the ground. "Hey that is what I was just going by to do, you should come. Maybe your father will let you in if I am there." Naruto said hopefully. "You being there used to make people look at you with an angry disposition then turn away. Well, at least I hope that that has changed." Ichirou said, looking at Naruto as he said this. "I think the main reason though is that Hinata and I are dating." As he said this, a very surprised look came across Ichirou's face. "Since when? Ah well, doesn't matter. Congratulations. That must not have gone over well with father." Ichirou said, chuckling at the thoughts of Hiashi's possible reaction to being told that. "Thanks. And yeah, it was a very weird conversation. Either way, let's get going." After finishing this, the two started walking back down the street to the Hyuuga manor.
A/N: I am new to writing so please read and review. More chapters to come and most of them should be longer. Thank you for taking the time to read this very bad note.