Hey guys, here's part two. Majority voted to make this a second chapter. Because it's been spring break, I've been forced to work 75 hours this week in order to pay for a upcoming vacation, I haven't been able to write as much as I'd like to. It's funny; back before I started writing on a schedule, I would have hours of free time. Now I'm lucky to get in thirty minutes of writing a day. I might be posting the next chapter of Herin (my other fic) within the next couple minutes.

EDIT: I would also like to remind everyone that this is still in a flashback from last chapter.

(Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, any characters, locations, or concept, besides the original material in this story.)

Chapter 5

Suspicions – Part 2

As the two slowly traveled down the small dirt road they found, an awkward silence fell over them. The silence was due to the others clinging, thin clothing that left less than some to the imagination. While trying to put some distance between them and the 'hospital', they came upon a small creek bed. It wasn't deep, only four feet at the most, but it was cold and wet.

Not long after they both stepped on top of the water, roughly the speed of a falling objects decent, they found that Naruto couldn't call forth any chakra. As he first started to slide downwards, instincts told him to reach out and grab onto anything close to him for balance. Hinata was both within reaching distance and, in fact, a 'anything'. The result was that instead of one cold, soggy teenager; they had two cold, soggy, waterlogged, tired, confused, and highly irritable teenagers capable of killing entire crowds with a small gesture of their hands.

Trembling, the two walked in silence. Hinata was debating with herself to either say something or remain quite. If she were to start a conversation, it would inevitably lead back to the whole 'Why Can't We Be Together?' argument, but if she didn't say anything, she would never know what could have happened or how it could turn out. It was possible that in his wet state, he would become emotionally unhinged and open up to her. It could also mean that he could be pissed off and not want to talk about it.

If the later proved to be true, then it would be several proverbial steps back on her progress, but damn it, she was not going to give up!

Naruto's train of thought was somewhat different, but equally disturbing. Since the creek incident, he had been trying to contact the Kyuubi to yell at the fox for screwing up his chakra. There was no answer. He could feel the 'warmth' deep within his subconscious, but there was no life to it. It was like he was screaming at a bonfire. It was there, the raw power intact, just with no life. Until he had a chance to meditate and actually talk to the thing face to face, he new he'd be jutsu-less for a little while at least.

He had no problem facing an enemy head on without jutsu. All it took was some crafty planing and a well placed blow here and there. The problem was working with Hinata with this handicap. Like Tsunade said, Hinata was defensive in most of her jutsu, while he was mainly offensive. One was a sword and one was a shield. Now, they had a shield and a fist... a fist doesn't do good against bladed, armored opponents. If he were to fight one on one, he would just have to worry about himself and would have a chance of victory.

But with Hinata there, she would have to protect herself and him, while he could only hold off one opponent. There would be a marginal gap in power. Together, they were thrown out of balance.

"If we're attacked, then it'll be my fault if she gets hurt." he thought. Even though he had predicted that the fox wouldn't throw in it's opinion, he was still disappointed when it didn't come. "Maybe I should just tell her and get it over with. If she gets scared, then maybe she'll run off. If she's away from me, then she has a better chance of surviving."

Again, there was no reply. It was weird, not having the Kyuubi in his head. He had grown accustom to the mountainous demon giving him sarcastic remarks and annoying him when it got bored. For every thought, there was a counter thought. It was balanced. It helped him think from every angle and side. It was disturbing; how quite his head was.

He was going to say "Hinata, I need to tell you something.", but he was interrupted by the clouds lighting up the sky, followed by a thunderous boom. Forgetting the previous statement, he settled for "Hinata, we have to find shelter before the storm hits"

"R-right." she said, slightly nervous. She wasn't scared of thunder storms, but the concept of being hunted in unknown territory when they hit did frighten her. Without another word, the two squishy teens started a light sprint down the small dirt road. With Naruto's chakra shorted out, he couldn't risk tree jumping. It was just to risky, and the thunder storm didn't help either.

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After a mile down the small road, they came across a house. From what they could tell, it was a two story house sitting on top of a small hill with other similar houses off to the side. Not far from it was a average size tree with a tire swing jumping up and down due to the high winds. If it wasn't for the violent storm that was about to erupt around them, it would have been a very beautiful sight.

Naruto and Hinata crouched down behind a hedge that ran along the edge of the yard and into the neighbors yards. "Is there anyone inside?" Naruto asked.

"You don't expect to s-steal from civilians, do you Naruto-kun?" asked Hinata with a shocked look.

"We have to get supplies somehow." he said with a shrug "We'll just take some clothes and other things that can be easily replaced. I'll even right down the address and ask the Old Hag if she'll send some compensation money, okay?"

"Okay, Naruto-kun." she said after a moment. Then activated her eyes. After several seconds, she said "There's nobody there."

"Alright, lets move." he said as he made his way towards the house.

With one jump, the two were on the balcony with a unlocked door. The moment the two crossed the threshold though, they knew something was wrong. They were standing in a bedroom, but only resembled one in its most basic of forms. There was a large bed, a night stand. That was the only thing bedroom-ish about it. The walls were covered in various plaques and awards that congratulated the owner for everything from climbing impossibly tall mountains, too a old picture of a guy running from a pack of bulls. In the corner, there was a big black box with a glossy front with a dull silver box sitting neatly on top.

While Hinata scanned the room, she had a distinct feeling that she was missing something. It was like there was a force trying to drawing her to a special area, but she was being pulled from all directions at the same time.

"Hinata," said Naruto as he walked out the door "I'm gonna check the rest of the house. You see what you can find around here."

"B-Be careful." she called quietly as she opened the closet door. The closet was a walk-in, but it was stuffed full of boxes. She could still get inside, but not without some difficulty. The house apparently belonged to a either old or short man, due to the size of the clothes inside. She could tell at first glance that none of his clothing would fit Naruto.

However, she was given hope for clothes when she discovered a box labeled 'Emi's Clothes'. Inside, she found a pair of pale denim jeans, a lavender colored undershirt, a white jacket, and everything that goes beneath. It was all a size to big, but thousands of times better that just the hospital gown. With a quick peek around the corner to make sure Naruto wasn't around, she slipped on the new clothes. But the feeling of being pulled in all directions still hadn't lessened any. She was about to find Naruto when she focused on a small picture laying face-up on the night stand.

It was a picture of a handsome young man, a beautiful woman, and a teenage girl Hinata's age. The man and woman each had a hand wrapped around the others waist and the farthest arm sitting on the shoulder of the teenage girl. On the back it read 'Yumi : 1497-1532' and below it, it said 'Emi : 1514 – 1532' . Hinata's eyes widened as she read the dates. Quickly, she spun around and stared at the wall full of achievements.

The picture fell to the ground as the tugging feeling went away.

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Naruto walked the dark halls of the house looking for clothes that fit and some food to eat. In his search, he came across a small black box with a small, flashing red light. Since Naruto is the Guru of Patience and Self-Control, he touched the blinking light.

A long beeping sound filled the air followed by a female voice declaring "You have one new message." then another beeping sound ensuing another female voice "Mr. Niagara, this is Rin. Will you call me when you get home from vacation? Thanks."

Naruto had to do everything in his power to stop from slamming his fist into the small box the moment the voices started speaking. "Naruto-kun?" he heard from behind him. He turned to see Hinata staring at him with a worried look.

"Hey," he said with a smile "you found some clothes! That's great. Oh, you have to come... see... this box..." he slowed down as he took in her expression "What is it?" he asked. Nothing good ever came from a look like that.

"What year is it?" she asked bluntly.

It's not every day that your asked what year it is. It's a simple enough question, but anytime someone asks something that easy, trouble isn't far off. "It's thirteen sixty-nine, isn't it?"

"That is what I thought, too. But," she told him of what she found upstairs.

"Fifteen thirty-two? Are you sure you read it right?" he asked.

"Yes. All of t-the papers on the wall have similar dates on them. The highest I found was at fifteen seventy-three."

"I bet it's some kind of military time code or something like that."

"But the person who lives here is a civilian."

"I don't know," Naruto said "maybe if we find anyone, we'll ask them and see what they say. We can figure it out then, but I doubt that-"

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

CRASH!

On reflex, both Hinata and Naruto both jumped into a nearby room as the front door crashed to the floor and six men walked though.

"Okay," yelled the biggest "take everything you can carry and lets get the Hell out of here before the cops show up!"

(AN: Whawhoo! 5000 Hits... and only 73 reviews. Come on guys, if you want me to continue writing, then you have to give me encouragement. Before I started writing, I thought that authors were exaggerating how good it is to get a good review, but now I know its like a tiny orgasm every time I get one.

Also, about the dates, I don't want anyone complaining about them. This isn't 'our' world that they fell into. It's theirs. Their times, dates, history, future, everything. Most authors don't even give dates on their stories, so I did kinda go out on a branch here. But then again, thats kinda what I've been doing all along with my stories.

To all of you who did review, Thank You!)

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