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AN/: Please read the authors note below.

Konohagakure no Sato: ~10 Years Later

"BOO, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"AAHH!'

A crash later, and we find one Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze on the ground panting in the Hokage's office, clutching his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart. After he got it somewhat under control, he glared at the one who . . . startled him; said person was smirking impishly at him.

"Tayuya, you lying bitch! You promised me that you wouldn't do that anymore!"

Chuckling, she helped him stand up, and said, "Yeah, well its not everyday that you see the strongest shinobi in the Nations scared to shit. Haha! If only the others could see you now."

He blushed a bit in embarrassment. That would definitely ruin his reputation among the younger generations as the fearless hero. Shaking his head, he went back to the desk were the paperwork he was working on. As he was doing that, Tayuya was observing him quietly, and after a moment, asked, "So, what were you doing before you decided to take a nap on the Hokage's office?"

Naruto looked up from what he was doing for a moment before replying, "Oh, I was helping Tsunade-baa-chan to organize this. She had a huge hangover from drinking too much last night."

"Hmm."

It was silent again for the next couple minutes, before Tayuya asked another question, "So what were you dreaming about?"

Naruto tensed a bit, but responded in a collected tone, "Why do you want to know?"

She shrugged, "Just curious, that's all. I mean, while you were sleeping, you looked liked you were happy, then sad. So, what did you dream of?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "Would you believe me if I told you that I dreamt of the first day that we met?"

Blushing, she slugged him across his face, screaming, "HELL NO!"

Getting up from the floor (again), Naruto went to one of the chairs near the desk, and tiredly plopped down. Noticing a shift in his behavior, she took the one next to him and grasped his hand, and almost remorsefully, said, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Shaking his head, Naruto replied, "No, it's okay. Kurama got it under-control. I mean, I took hits waay harder than the one you just dealt to me."

"Okay, so stop avoiding the question."

Hesitating, he replied, "I'm not avoiding any question."

"Yes, you are. Ever since that memory suppression seal that Sarutobi," she growled out the name like it's evil incarnate. "you've been acting weird. Did your dream involve your brother?"

"Y-yes" Naruto said in a shaky voice. He turned his head, but Tayuya already saw a couple tears escaping those cerulean blue eyes that she loved. Cupping his cheek, she turned his face so that he would be facing her. She said, in a supporting manner, "Tell me about it."

He took a breath, and said, "It was the day that he left. The day that the Third sent him on that thrice-damned mission."

"Do you remember anything else? Perhaps any clues that could help give us an idea as to where we may find him?"

He shook his head dejectedly. "No. Ever since the memories came back to me, me and Kurama has been going through every single one. Every single memory was analyzed, and yet. . . nothing."

Here, Naruto finally broke down. Immediately, Tayuya lent her support in the only she could at the moment; she embraced the man who helped her in her time of need. Resting his head her shoulder, she whispered softly, "It's okay. Just let it out."

After what seemed like hours, he finally collected himself, but stayed in her embrace. "Feeling better?" Tayuya asked tentatively.

"Yeah" he replied hoarsely. ". . . Tayuya?"

"Hm?"

". . . Thanks"

Smiling, she replied, "No problem, shithead."

He groaned, breaking away from her embrace, but still keeping her in arms distance, he asked, "Tayuya-chan, after all these years we've known each other, you still call me shithead. Can't you know make up something more original?"

"Hell no, I won't. To me, you'll always be my shithead." she said with affection.

Smirking, he pressed his lips against hers, to which she eagerly responded to. When the need for air became to much for them, the broke apart, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

However, the moment was interrupted when a cough alerted them that they were no longer alone. Both turned their heads toward the door, where the Hokage's secretary looked on at the scene with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. Both a blushing mess, they hurriedly straightened out their clothes in a attempt to make themselves to look presentable (Naruto drying his eyes so the secretary wouldn't see his tears).

"What is it?" Naruto asked in a tone that demanded respect, but was ruined with the event that happened only several moments ago.

"Naruto-sama, I recently recieved a message from Sasuke-sama. He has invited you and Tayuya-sama to dinner tonight at the Uchiha compound."

Naruto sighed. "Tell him that we will be there. I just need to finish several things for the Hokage."

"Very well. I shall inform him at once."

With that, the secretary left the office.

Sighing at the same time, the two remaining occupants in the room looked at each other. This lasted until Tayuya asked, "Well, aren't we going to get ready for Duck-ass' dinner party?"

"Of course."

Unknown Location

Dear Kami . . . how long has it been?

Dark, cerulean blue eyes opened reluctantly in first rays of sunlight in the morning. Scanning the area he was in for any danger on instinct, he got up and stretched his sore muscles. How long . . . since I've been home?

Noticing a small lake nearby, he walked over and splashed some of the refreshing water on his face, giving him a brief moment of piece. And for a moment, he just stared at his reflection, idly noticing the small changes. His hair got longer, and losing a bit of its usual spikiness, and now sported a fine stubble that stretched across his jawline. But what really caught his attention is the change in his eyes.

No longer were they regular human eyes, this particular set are more fitting on a demon. Well, I technically am a demon, he thought, chuckling bitterly. Afterward, he started thinking about of his next course of action.

Where should I go now? After thinking for a bit, he scowled. Dammit. All my safe-houses have been compromised, either bandits or missing-nin. Now where the hell should I go now? I could try to finish my mission but . . . well, that went to hell the first several months. Oh, this is fucking great. where the hell should I . . . stopping his train of thought, he looked to where the sun is rising. Konoha . . . home. Yes, I think it's about time that returned . . . home. He paused, almost savoring the word?

When was the last time I even thought of home? To long, apparently. He thought sadly. Then, his eyes hardened, determination bring life back to his dark cerulean eyes. Yes, Shimizaru Uchiha Namikaze is going home . . . and back to his precious little brother.

Author's Notes/:

Dear readers,

First of all, I want to say that I'm terribly sorry for the length of both the chapter and the amount of time that it took me to write this. Life was a bitch, and I couldn't put enough time into this story as I would've liked. Anyway, this chapter was meant to be a transition of sorts, because two chapters from now, we finally get into the DC universe. I know that some of you are kinda impatient to get into the DC universe, but I wanna take my time with this. I mean, in almost every crossover, Naruto is transported to another world via a wormhole created by a powerful force from his battle with one the Akatsuki and is almost godlike in every fanfic. Another scenario is that he's immortal and is still godlike. I'm trying to do something different. And as for the major time-skip, like I said in the previous chapter, flashbacks will be essential. And almost all of them will be in the form of dreams; that's all I'm gonna say.

Anyway, please give feedback, and I'll try to update soon.

Thanks,

Lord Night Angel