Disclaimer: All characters, settings etc. therin belong to their respective creator and author, whom has had no affiliation or involvement with this story.



That being said I would like to note that this is my first Fanfic, so please forgive me if things are not up to standards. I would definitley appreciate any feedback, reviews good or bad...But uhh...please keep in mind I did say this was my first Fanfic.



something else I would like to add is that there is a scene I wrote about a game of tag. Most people will be thinking why didn't they just use byakugan...well when I wrote this scene I wrote it as two normal girls playing a normal game of tag...thats the way it was and is, so please forgive me. 



The time in I think I'll place my story is after said character has returned from 3 years of training and immediately after the

POSSIBLE SPOILER

Save gaara arc. I don't really know if that needed a spoiler warning but I didn't want to ruin anything for anybody if they haven't read that far, and it's best to cover my bases.

If people kinda like the story and I decide to keep writing it there will be smut, most likely the next chapter if not by CH. 3. But I'll probably have to outsource those parts 'cause I'm no good at smut writing...It's good to build up to that stuff anyways, suspense and all. besides, there is more to life than sex...but not a lot more. ; )



Enjoy and please bring anything that you think needs editing to my personal vision...Thanks dudes..

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Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter. Friedrich Nietzsche

He saw that in the mirror he did exist, but in what sense, his hair of course was an unusual shade of selective lemon and as modest as ever. But even without a description of the color his hair had undertaken, he could immediately, if not at once, recognize himself by the nonsensical looking style it seemed to take on, uniquely his. Though not to be confused with an upright "spike", but a much softer looking, leaned over set of natural strands. Long, but still maintainably short enough to allow visibility to a set of light blue eyes, pools of azurite one could find themselves drowning in for countless hours, that of which I'm sure the color possibly might have a name of it's own. He chuckled to himself lightly, for it is women who giggle and men who chuckle. A blind man could see that in all of his travels and all his sights, a pair of whiskers symmetrically placed on each side of a mans face was not a common trait.

There was a sunny wave of warmth reaching out to everything in a gentle embrace, and a breeze that had with it some sort of candied smell, something almost familiar. The shades of green everywhere seemed endless so he could only assume that it was spring, maybe april. but still, "He" felt that today was endlessly dragging on and even his own thoughts began arguing with him. How could someone be unhappy on a day like this, especially a day like this.

Am I unhappy, I don't think I am..?? "He" felt that underneath the simple bliss topside, their was something else unavoidably eating away at the happiness existing today.

Not that it was any lonelier than all other days were, but today was always the worst, and "He" just wanted to forget. After all, nothing in his life was really worth remembering anyway. But this was still "His" day, even if it happened to be a lonely one, so maybe he would try to make the best of it, after all the birds don't sing everyday. Do they..??

And to understand, one need simply ask themselves why? Why remember such painful events, and tragedies that obviously and most surely do not bring anyone any comfort. Because it can save your fucking lives.

He was trying his very best to enjoy a lasting day, but despite all the smiles and laughter being thrown around, "He" knew there was really nothing but bitterness and misery, even on a wonderfully alluring day like this one. He saw wives embracing there husbands, the tiny little children playing by their parents sides. and lovers whispering that they would forever be by each others sides. He was surprised when the corner of his eye managed to catch a kid off by himself just cradling something tiny in his arms. It looked like his whole world had just collapsed in on him.

"Hey kid, what's wrong..?? You lose your mom or something?"

The little boy turned to him and said in a soft whimpering voice " no..." pausing mid sentence " I know where she is.."

Naruto began to kneel down next to him, " So what's the little guy's name..?"

He had a tiny white kitten wrapped up in his arms, just laying lifeless and motionless. He new the kitten was dead, 'could of been dead hours, minutes, seconds, but the point was he was dead.

The boy gently said " SHE didn't have one...but I...don't think she ever really noticed." by the time he had finished the tears had finally come, and his crying was the only thing left to be heard.

Naruto began arguing with himself again, 'Crying, tears...can I even do that anymore, do I have that kind of emotion in me..?' Of course, I'm still human...aren't I?

He reached out for the kid and pulled him in.

"I think we should call her Miyu.."..." What do you think? I mean It would be rude to just bury her without a name.."

The kid was obviously taken back by the comment because his tears seemed to stop almost all at once. He was pulling slightly away from Naruto when he managed a glance up at him only to see a smile, just a smile.

The boy must've only had enough time to think it was a great name, because the next moment he'd already started crying again, but this time with a...

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"Hey Hinata-sama...that's not fair..!!" Hinata was hiding behind a wall giggling " How am I supposed to find you if you keep moving around..??" she'd decided that maybe the tiny girl was right and before even finishing her thoughts Hinata was behind the accuser with one eye shut and her left index finger in the air explaining " Well...anou..isn't that the point of the game Hanabi-chan..?"

Hanabi turned to face her sister herself explaining in complete anger " H..I.N..A..T.A...I thought I asked you to never refer to me in such a way..??" more than anything she had despised being called chan especially by her sister. She understood it was her duty to address Hinata in a respectful manner, but Hinata herself was under no such obligation.

"Forgive me Hanabi, I guess some habits are harder to break than others." She turned away from her sister " Gomen, I have s...s..some things t..t...to finish up in town.."As Hinata sped off she threw up an arm and waved blindly behind her shouting back " Ittekimasu" and managing a soft " Hanabi-chan.." so as not to be heard.

Day's now, most likely months, Hinata had been fixated on one thing above everything else. This one day and night she always looked forward to but were always spent alone. Today as it would be was infact Naruto's birthday, and out of all the things for her to forget this was not among them. To her this was the only day she knew to exist and her 365 days started and ended right here. This was the day to be thankful that her one and only person had been born into the world she was in. Hinata also knew that she was probably the only one who was ever happy today, most people chose to mourn, never celebrate today. Hinata was beginning to feel a little warm, thinking about "Him" always made her flush, but always happy.

She let out a little giggle "There Loss then.."

Hinata always made time to buy Naruto something on his birthday, even if he didn't know the gifts were from her. It didn't matter though, as long as he was happy what else was there. She could remember flowers, chocolates, strawberries, he had loved all of them, but she found he rather enjoyed the strawberries. Hinata would tie a llittle blue ribbon to each of her precious gifts and leave them somewhere he was sure to always find them. Her favorite part was waiting to see the grin on his worn down face once he finally found her gift.

Hinata hadn't even realized she'd arrived at market, mumbling to herself, "I wonder how long I've been wandering around..?" Why did thinking about Naruto always make time go by faster.

Before eventually ending up at the vendor which most certainly always sold the freshest strawberries, she would buy some Forget-me-nots to beautifully place in the tiny weaved basket she had..

Her cheeks were now an even shade of pink as she brought her hands together almost like praying and joyfully whispered "He'll Love it"

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