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Theme song for this chapter is Orbital - Halcyon & On
"I can't believe this scarf is handmade! It's so well crafted!" Naruto spoke excitedly, now nineteen, he had cut his blonde locks short. He was dressed in his off duty attire, a black hoodie with orange on the sides, black three quarter length cuffed pants and simple black sandals. The only new addition was the long red scarf he had received and was currently still marvelling.
"I'm glad you like it." The girl next to him smiled happily towards him.
"Like it? I love it! It's so cool y'know!" Naruto responded ecstatically to her, grinning madly as he did. "So what do you want to do today? Lunch?"
"As long as it's not Ramen, sure. I'd love to." She smiled back happily. But soon realised he had stopped paying attention to continue marvelling his red scarf. "You should thank her for the scarf next time you see her. She obviously put a lot of care and effort into making it."
"I will! But I haven't seen Hinata for a few days now, Sakura." Naruto quickly responded to the pink haired girl next to him sullenly. He had found the scarf outside his apartment from Hinata as a birthday present, yet he had not seen her so he could thank her for it.
Sakura smiled gently at him, taking his hand and having it wrap around her own. They smiled happily to one another before continuing walking down the busy streets of Konoha.
From a distance lilac eyes peeked from behind a wall. Hinata watched the couple walk away together. Just as she did in the past, and just as she would continue to do so forever, she would always watch him. He may have found love from another, but she knew deep down in her heart, her love for him was unshakable, and unreplaceable. She knew she would never love anyone else.
It may have been just a dream inside her mind. But she had experienced a life with him, she had experienced love from him. She had had a family with him. She had experienced a true bliss, how could she be saddened that he was had found someone else.
Her mind drifted back to that time. Naruto, Hamura, Heiwamaru, Asahi. They stood in their home, smiling warmly at her. As if she had only been gone a few days and they were welcoming her home. She smiled happily to herself.
She shook the thoughts from her mind. That was just a dream, she was home now. Back to the real Konoha, with her real family and friends, and with the real Naruto.
She looked towards his departing back. She had given up a life with him. She had given up children with him. She had given up a love with him. She continued to stare at his back as he got farther and farther away, his hand intertwined with the pink haired girl's.
This. This was fine too.
A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA You fools! You simple minded NaruHina fools! You've played right into my trap! All this time I've hidden myself within your ranks but in actuality I am *rips off mask* a NaruSaku fan! I have lulled you into a false sense of security and made you weak with feels! Now you can finally see the truth! That the glorious NaruSaku ship is the perfect pairing! Can you see it now!? How well they blend together, how natural the conversation is between the two of them! It's over for you now NaruHina fans. This is my wonderful gift to you… Despair!
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Yeah right… I'm just kidding, I wouldn't really end this story like that. To be honest, a part of me thinks pairing will remain undecided, as Oda once said in an interview, he doesn't write romance because he makes a shounen manga, and young boys aren't interested in love. Naruto is a shounen manga as well. However in the event of pairings I do believe NaruHina is more believable, I mean, Sasuke abandoned Sakura, threatened to kill her master, berated her, threatened to kill her teammate, and attempted to kill her TWICE, and she still loves him. Sakura's feelings for Sasuke may be stronger than Hinata's for Naruto. A lot of people were saying when Sasuke put Sakura under that Genjutsu the SasuSaku ship sailed, well from a neutral point of view, the NaruSaku ship sailed long before that!
Anyways I digress, the real epilogue begins…
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"I really wish they'd start the finals now. It's been two hours since the last match in the semis." A lone figure sighed heavily, leaving over a railing high above the other spectators, looking bored over the empty field in the middle of the large stadium. "I didn't take the day off training and missions to stay at an empty space."
"Hamura-kun." He turned at the sound of his name being carried on a soft voice. A girl his own age, nineteen, stood smiling at him, casually leaning a hand into her right hip. Deep onyx eyes and long black hair with a violet tint pulled into a ponytail, except for shorter bangs that framed her face to her ears and even short bangs covering her forehead. She dressed simply, yet elegantly. Where a black, short sleeve tunic that went to her midriff over a fishnet mesh shirt that aside from the front where her tunic was open could not be seen. These were over a long red china dress that went to her shins. On her left arm was a tight fingerless sleeve glove that hid her entire arm, the right had a similar glove, but only went past her elbow, revealing bandages wrapped around her arm. Around her waist was a white sash, and from what could be seen by the sides of the dress, she wore shore spandex black pants and baggy black pants that started halfway down her thigh and were held up by straps, revealing only a slight bit of her skin on her legs. These baggy pants dropped into white boots that on the front went up to her shins like armour.
"Asagiri." Hamura addressed her in return casually. "I'm surprised you got back from your mission in time for the finals. You've missed everything up to the semi-finals, I was beginning to think you would miss this as well."
"I wouldn't miss this for the world." She smiled happily, approaching the boy who continued to lean against the railing, looking over the field before them. Wearing a charcoal grey shirt, closed on the right shoulder, with a fastener running down the right part of the chest and matching pants, with a white apron tied around his waist and black Shinobi sandals. The Hyuuga robes usually had long loose sleeves to obscure the arms, however he had carelessly torn them off. Leaving his lean muscular full arms on display, revealing kanji tattoos on each of his shoulders, on his right shoulder was the kanji for fate, on his left was the kanji for guts. His red hair was long, framing his face, the back had been pulled into a tight ponytail, but the end of his hair was at the top of the knot instead of the bottom, making his read hair sprawl behind the back of his head almost like a plume or an open folding fan.
Hamura let out a light laugh, looking across to her. "Surprised at whose in the finals?"
"Not at all." She replied quickly, scooting just a little bit closer to him and leaned against the railing as he did. "Who do you think will win, Hamura-kun? The winner gets a guaranteed promotion after all."
"Yeah, but they'll both be Chuunin by the end of the day." He replied honestly, after watching all the fights that had occurred today. "But who do I want to win? Nokitai is strong, stronger than his opponent, so I think he will win. But Heiwa is my brother, so I want him to win obviously-tteboshou."
"My foolish little brother is in the finals as well remember," She looked at him with a soft smile. "Nokitai is strong yes, but I think Heiwamaru-kun is stronger, stronger than even you see, Hamura-kun. I think Heiwamaru-kun will win, but I want him to win as well. It would show my brother some humility."
Hamura only laughed again, turning back to look over the field again. She giggled herself, still looking at him, soon her gaze became a stare after their shared laughter dwindled. It was a stare she found herself holding longer and longer each day.
And unfortunately for herself, those eyes he possessed saw everything. Those brilliant pure canvas white eyes of, faintly tinted with a beautiful deep blue darted back to her, giving her a confused look. "What is it?"
"N-Nothing…" She turned away sharply from him, hiding the faint red mist that covered her cheeks from him. She thought back to before her mission remembering a conversation that resolved her confusing feelings and gave her hope for a future she never thought of expecting.
"Hinata-sama." She bowed to the woman, who had kindly invited her into her garden for tea after she out of the blue knocked on the door.
"Please, Asagiri-chan. I have known you since you were a baby, there is no need to address me so formally." The woman, so kind and beautiful smiled softly and sweetly at her, just that smile seemed to cause peace wherever it was displayed. "What can I help you with? You seemed nervous about something?"
"Well… you see… it's…. its H-Hamura-kun, Hinata-san…" The slight fidget of her body. The blush appearing on her young face. The stutter at the mention of his name. It was an instantaneous recognition for the blue haired woman.
Asagiri had a crush. On Hamura no less.
"Do you love him, Asagiri-chan?" She finished for the girl, giving her still a sweet smile.
The girl's eyes opened with horror at what the woman had said. "N-N-No it's nothing like that…! It's just…! How I feel about him is….!" She blurted out with a panic, before she signed heavily, looking down at the ground sadly, "Maybe… Yes…"
"I don't know what happened. One day he was the same old Hamura. The temperamental genius I've known since I was born. One day he was just my best friend. Then the last time we went on a mission together, we were in this town and all these girls were flirting with him- He probably won't like me telling you that." She looked guilty, but the woman continued to smile, giving her the cue to continue. "I don't know why, but I felt angry that they were doing it, and… relieved when he didn't pay them attention in the same way. I realised later that I was jealous of them. I realised that I didn't want him to look at any other girls like that. The next day he was no longer just my best friend, Hamura, he was Hamura… my something more."
Hinata smiled knowingly at the girl. "Love is a bug, Asagiri-chan. Its poison is highly infectious, and it bites very unexpectedly without warning." She responded to the girl's plight.
"Then what should I do?" She asked, looking at the woman beside her, suddenly surrounded with an aura of unparalleled womanly wisdom.
"Embrace its bite." She answered simply. "Fighting it, telling yourself those feelings aren't real will only make it worse. But come to terms with those feelings will bring you closer to him. It is not something you cannot force, someone loving you back. Let it flow at its own pace like a river, let it be natural. It may be soft and gentle at one point, and harsh and unforgiving at the next. It may take months, even years, but it will always find its way to the final stop. And when it does after all the struggles and hardships, it will be much more worth it… Love is a dream, Asagiri-chan, do not be afraid to chase it. I made that mistake with Hamura's father, I was too afraid to chase that dream."
"So how did you get Hokage-sama to notice you?" She asked, hopeful for the most perfect, easy answer.
"I got stabbed through the heart by a man who once razed Konoha to the ground with one technique whilst trying to protect him." A large bead of sweat dropped down the side of her head at the answer, and how carelessly it was given with a light hearted laugh.
"Although I must ask," Hinata eventually continued after a brief pause to laugh. "Why did you come to me for this? Your mother has had a lot of experience with love as well."
"Yeah, but your advice is better, Hinata-san. The last time Mom thought I had a crush, she went on and on for six hours without actually saying anything substantial." Asagiri complained, sighed heavily with annoyance. "Plus she'd tell Father. And he wouldn't be too happy with the knowledge. Last time my mom told him I might have a crush, his exact words were; 'As long as it's not some loser… Or Hamura.'" She then giggled quietly too herself, a faint red blush returning to her face. "I guess Father not liking him is something that makes me attracted to him even more." She looked back up to the wife of the Hokage with a look of mercy in her eyes. "Please don't tell my mom any of this, Hinata-san?"
Hinata smiled back at the young girl. "Of course. So I must now ask what you truly came here for? It certainly was not for a lesson on love, Asagiri-chan."
"Actually, it kind of was. It was still about Hamura…" She smiled back, truth be told the conversation they just had wasn't really what she came to ask for. "That guy, I've known him my whole life. We were on the same Genin team for three years before he got himself promoted. I knew everything about him when we were little, but he's changed so much. I don't know anything about him anymore, we were separated for so long." She smiled sheepishly with a blush still lingering. "It's rather embarrassing really, going to ask the guy you like's mother about the things he likes."
"Hamura-kun is very independent. He has not relied on me much for years now. I am sorry Asagiri-chan, but sometimes I barely know him myself. I would be of little aid to you." Her ever sweet smile softened fractionally with an apologetic feel over it. "However, Hamura-kun… he can be a bit dense sometimes, and oblivious too. He is not very good at reading an atmosphere, and tends to say whatever it is he thinks. I'm sure your mother has told you about the time he put Naruto-kun in the hospital? Hamura-kun, no matter how much he passionately denies it, he is just like Naruto-kun sometimes."
"It's alright, Hinata-san." The girl smiled, standing up and giving her a short bow. "I guess this is part of the adventure, isn't it? Learning everything there is to know about someone you love. I must be going now, I promised Nokitai I would help him prepare for the Chuunin exams." She bowed once more and began to set off towards the door.
"Hōjicha." She stopped at the single word Hinata spoke, turning around to face her. The woman smiled towards her again. "Hamura-kun's favourite drink is Hōjicha. He doesn't really like sweets, but Hamura-kun also enjoys Amanattō, and Agemono is his favourite style of dish, Tonkatsu being his favourite."
Asagiri smiled back towards the graceful woman. "Thank you, Hinata-san." She spoke quickly before take her leave. From behind her she heard Hinata speak three more, simple, yet powerful words.
"Good luck, Asagiri-chan."
"Asagiri-chan."
Asagiri-chan
Asagiri-chan
Asagiri
"Asagiri."
"Yo, Asagiri. You in there?" She snapped back to reality, and was instantly startled, Hamura's face was mere inches away from her own. "You okay? You been stood there all spaced out for like five minutes. Plus your face is kinda red, you got a fever or something?"
"S-Sorry, I just remembered that I forgot something! Don't worry I'll be back soon!" She jumped back a bit before quickly darting away, leaving a very confused Hamura behind.
'Asagiri sure is acting weird nowadays. She's just got here and she bolted, she could miss the finals.' He thought with confusion, looking over to the field once again. He smiled a little bit. "You can see from here a lot better from where their sat. I think I'll bring Asahi up here to watch Heiwa fight."
"See, Asahi. You can watch the fight a lot better from up here." Hamura smiled down at his eight year old sister. Who ran straight for the railing, leaning over it to look down over the field.
"You're right, Hamura-Onii-san!" She responded excitedly, gazing down at the enter stadium below her.
"Just be careful though, Asahi-chan." They both turned to the sound of a familiar voice.
"Asagiri-neechan!" Asahi exclaimed happily, running straight ino the arms of the older girl, hugging her tightly.
"Hey, Asagiri, what was that earlier?" Hamura asked bluntly, remember the girl's weird zoning out and speeding away without a real explanation.
"Sorry, I just remembered that I had some homemade Amanattō at home. I figured we could eat them as a snack while we watch the finals." She responded with a smile, offering the bag down to Asahi, who happily took one of the sugar coated Azuki beans.
She mentally punched the air when she saw Hamura's eyebrows raise. "Would you like one, Hamura-kun?"
"Sure. Thanks." He responded, moving to take a piece, she panicked a little when his hand stopped just outside the bag. "Wait. Homemade? Your mom didn't make these, did she?"
"No, I did." She smiled back happily, swelling with pride when he finally took a piece of the confectionary she slaved over to make perfect.
Hamura let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I never lived down the taste of Sakura-san's cooking-tteboshou." He shuddered as he tried to repress the resurfacing memory. "I wonder how you survived for so long Asagiri." He lazily popped the sweet into his mouth, chewing on it for a few seconds. "It's good, thanks Asagiri."
He turned back to look over the railing, missing the girl's blissful smile. "Neh, Asagiri-chan. Heiwamaru-nii and Nokitai-kun are in the finals! I think Heiwmaru-nii will win though! Will you be cheering for Nokitai-kun?" She heard Asahi's excited voice called out towards her.
"Yes, he is my little brother after all." She smiled down at the smaller girl, before crouching, leaning into her ear to whisper. "But between you and me, I think Heiwamaru-kun will win too."
Asahi giggled happily to herself at the secret. "Hey, it's about to start." They heard Hamura call over to them. Asahi quickly ran to his side, while Asagiri walked, standing on the smaller girl's other side.
Asahi looked up to her brother and smiled, then towards Asagiri, she noticed the older girl's stare towards her brother, a faint red blush on her cheeks and a content smile. She looked back to her brother, then to the girl again. Back and forth she looked at them, before a smile grew on her face.
"Hamura-Onii-san." She tugged on his arm, when he turned she gestured him to come closer, he bent down to her level and she began to whisper quietly into his ear. "Asagiri-neechan thinks Heiwamaru-nii will win." She giggled mischievously.
Hamura smiled back at his little sister. "I know, she told me that as well." He whispered back towards her.
"Do you like Asagiri-neechan, Hamura-Onii-san?" She asked inquisitively and without warning.
"Sure I do, we've been friends for a really long time." Hamura answered his sister's question honestly.
Asahi giggled again happily. "I like Asagiri-neechan too. That's my judgement!"
"Tell you what Asahi… When I start liking girls, I'll let you be the judge of them. If you don't like them, they go, okay?"
Hamura's eyes widened, staring down at his little sister. "Really?" The girl nodded in affirmation. "But Asagiri has always been… well Asagiri. I've known her longer than I've known dad was a moron. I've never looked at her in that way before."
The small girl merely shrugged her shoulders. "Well maybe you should start, Hamura-Onii-san." She turned to look down over the field again.
Hamura rose back up to stand upright, staring at the violet-tinted, black haired teenager. She eventually caught onto his stare, a red blush growing even more on her cheeks. "What is it, Hamura-kun?"
"Nothing." He turned away, leaning against the railing once more and looking over the field, yet he could help but glance at the girl from the corner of his eye once more.
"Yay!" Asahi's small voice squealed out in delight. "I can see Heiwamaru-nii!"
"Would the finalists come and stand before me." Genma spoke almost as if he was bored of the job now, he had been stuck here all day, watching kids think they were better than they actually were. Two of them were definitely becoming Chuunin, and a select others might if votes went their way.
"Hey Heiwa. Are you sure you're up to this, you scaredy-cat?" A boy smirked confidently, tightly pulling a glove. Sharingan eyes glaring behind his fist, made more intimidating by two small tear trenches at the inside corners of his eyes. His hair was an odd two toned shade, the top half of his hair was black with a blue tint to it, sleaked back and kept a spiky look. The bottom half of his hair was longer, tied backwards out of the way, and was a vibrant pink. He wore a simple black jumpsuit, sleeveless and short legged. Over it he wore a jacket with the sleeves torn off and a furry collor surrounding his neck.
From the crowd onyx eyes glanced towards a blonde haired man sat down next to the Kazekage, adorning the Hokage hat on his head.
His opponent pointed a finger back towards him. "Kitai, today's the day I show you just how far I have come. I'll finally beat you today!" His blonde haired opponent glared back with deep blue eyes, from his arm that pointed towards the other boy, chakra chains sprouting and circled his arm. The boy's blonde fringe was pushed up by his Konoha headband, but stayed individual to the rest of his spiky hair. He wore the standard blue Shinobi pants of Konoha, with an orange hoodie that kept blue sleeves and shoulders.
From the seats above, blue eyes glanced back towards the onyx eyed man standing at a distance and leaning casually against the wall.
The first boy chuckled half-heartedly, brimming with. "Why don't you get your brother to come down and fight me, at least then I might actually have a challenge."
"What's the matter Kitai, afraid to see that I caught up? Remember the last time you challenged Hamura to a fight, Kitai? You were in the hospital for six days I believe?" Heiwamaru responded with a cocky grin. "I'd say bring your sister down to fight me, but Asagiri-nee-chan won't fight me, she likes me better than you."
"Hmph, idiot." The first boy responded with a snort, clenching his fists and holding them up. "I'll win with two hits and no Ninjutsu. Let's get this over with."
For an instant, to all who knew the story well, two silhouettes appeared behind the boys. They were two men, one blonde haired and blue eyed, the other raven haired and onyx eyed. Before long they shrunk down to the two young boys' size and for an even shorter instant. Two different boys stood glaring at each other.
One was of a shorter stature with blue eyes and blond, spiky hair, and with six whisker marks on his face. Donned in an orange tracksuit with blue on the upper shoulders area as well as around the waist, a white swirl with a tassel on the left side, a red swirl crest on the back, a large white collar, orange pants with a shuriken holster attached to his right knee, blue sandals, and a blue forehead protector.
The other was slightly taller, with fair-skin and onyx eyes and black chin-length hair. His hair is spiky in the back with bangs that frame his face. He wore a navy blue, short-sleeved shirt with a high collar and a paper fan crest on the back and white arm warmers, along with white shorts.
Quick enough after that brief moment the original two boys came back into view in everyone's minds. Genma smiled a little bit with nostalgia. It was so many years ago, but this could have been a fight that changed everything if it were allowed to play out. Now instead of those former two boys, these two current boys would finish the fight instead.
"Heiwamaru!" The stadium turned to see a growling blond haired man, clenching his fist tightly as he glared down frustrated at the blonde boy on the field. "You'd better win otherwise you'll taste the sting of my Ultimate Hokage-level Secret Tou-chanton!"
High above the rest of the crowd, a black haired girl noticed the shocked reaction of the red haired teenager standing next to her. "Ultimate Hokage-level Secret Tou-chanton? What is that, Hamura-kun?"
His face darted away, but she did not miss the blushing tinge of embarrassment spreading across his face. "I don't want to talk about it-tteboshou." He grumbled out quietly.
"Come on, guys, let's start the fight now." Genma spoke quietly to the two boys, before holding his arms wide. "The final match of the Chuunin Exams! Uzumaki Heiwamaru versus Uchiha Nokitai! Begin!"
Narutomake - Hokage-Level Secret Dad Style: One Thousand Years of Spanking!
"This should be far enough." Naruto looked out across the open field, all the way to the massive waterfall in the distance. He smiled at the place as nostalgia kicked in. It was he where Kakashi-sensei first told him he had surpassed him, where he told him he had surpassed his dad. This was the place he learned the Rasenshuriken.
"That's great, dad. Now can you tell me what we're doing all the way out here?" He turned his head to look at the red haired boy draped over his shoulder, an annoyed look on his face.
Naruto promptly propped him to the ground, the boy landing on his backside. "You really did it this time, Hamura. You pissed off your mom and hurt her feelings."
"What are you talking about? It was your fault! Seriously, who names a wallet like it was a girl!?" Hamura barked back angrily at the statement.
"Idiot! You should have asked me about it first!" Naruto retorted even more angrily. "Those eyes of yours can always tell when I'm lying! Your mom calls me out on it all the time! You should have asked me who Gama-chan was, instead you went and told your mom about it without knowing anything and got her all pissed off and hurt!"
The blond man sighed heavily, as if the anger left with his breath. "I've brought you here for one reason only…" He held his fingers in a familiar cross shaped pattern. "Tajuu Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"
A thousand clone popped into existence, already standing in a perfect formation, creating a large spiral design across the field. The first clone, and start of the formation standing roughly twenty metres away from them.
"Very impressive, dad." Hamura spoke with a cocked eyebrow, looking at the clones' formation. "So what's the point of all this-!"
He didn't get time to complete his sentence. Naruto grabbed him and placed him under his arm, his other arm holding the boy's legs closer to the boy's chest, leaving his young derriere jutting outwards.
"This is what you get for hurting your mother's feelings! For making me sound like a really bad guy! And for jumping to conclusions without asking questions-ttebayo!"
"W-W-W-W-What is this!?" Hamura screamed back at his father in a panic.
Hokage-Hyōjun Ōgi:...
Hamura's eyes widened, the clones raised their arms high in perfect unison, each open palm a message of fear towards the young Uzumaki.
Sennen Hirateuchi!
The clones began to run towards them in a single file. The first reach and shot his hand down across the terrified backside of Hamura. Sending a wave of pain, humiliation and discipline through his body.
But it didn't stop, as soon as the first one past, the clone right behind him spanked down again, followed by the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. There was no escape from this technique, his father's vice grip ensured it.
He could do nothing but scream as the tenth clone passed, only nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety spanks to go.
Omakakashi Chronicles - Hatake Kakashi, The Auditioner!
"H-Hello. My name is Hatake Kakashi. And I'm here for the audition." Kakashi poked his head around the door warily. Seeing the super scary directors sitting before an empty seat. Each with a clipboard in their hands.
"Ah yes, Hatake-san. Right on time, we had heard rumours that you were constantly tardy. If I'm honest it put us off meeting you." The one in the middle spoke, peering over the top of his glasses' frame.
"I am never let when it involves this." Kakashi spoke back strongly, sitting in the lone seat before all three of the directors.
"So… you wish to audition for the role of Hanran in our upcoming adaptation of Icha Icha: Damnation. We must ask how old you are, Hatake-san?" The middle directly spoke again, breaking a small, yet relieving smile to the silver haired man sat fidgeting slightly in the chair before him.
"I'm thirty-six." Kakashi answered, not really sure what else he could add to the answer.
"Hmm… Well you are within the age range for the character. In the book Jundo-sama is only nineteen whilst Hanran is thirty-one. The actress we have lined up to play Jundo-sama is twenty-five. The camera may add ten pounds, but with the right make up it knocks of six years!" The woman on the middle directors left laugh audibly.
"Yes and your eyes have a hardened, experienced look, eyes filled with the pain of loss. Just what we're looking for in Hanran. The scar over the eye is a bother, as Hanran had never been cut in battle, but we can use it to create a more dangerous look. How is your swordplay, Hatake-san?" The middle director spoke again, clearly the chatty one of the tree.
"Rusty, if I am honest. I was skilled with the use of a Tanto in my youth. But I am a very quick learner, director-san. I can pick up sword play very quickly. I have a student who is very adept with a sword, he would be more than happy to teach me." He responded quickly to the question.
"That's good. And how well do you know the character?" The middle director spoke again as the two on either side of him continued to jot down notes.
"Backwards, director-san. You may not believe this, but this book was written on my behalf, it was originally wrote as a birthday present from another student of mine who acquired the rights to the series after Jiraiya-sama's heroically valiant, but untimely demise." Kakashi smiled towards the three directors, who seemed surprised at the new information. "As for Hanran and his character. I was a lot like that when I was younger. I believed in my own strength and thought I could do everything alone. I also believe the author of this installation based the characters on his own relationships with his teammates. Chigiru-dono was himself, experiencing an unrequited love and a fierce albeit one sided rivalry, he is constantly trailing behind Hanran, and finally resolves to bring him back to justice. Jundo-sama was based on his teammate, the love he did not receive from her, as she loved another with every fibre of her being. Despite the wrongs Hanran had done to her, despite the pain he had put her through, and despite how dangerous he became. She continued to love him and him alone. Hanran himself is based on his teammate, a loner, a rogue rebel who hides his pain with promises of violence, a man who is given everything but wants nothing."
"I'm not convinced." The man on the middle director's right spoke for the first time, glaring harshly at Kakashi. "You do know the characters well. But I'm not convinced as of yet."
"Hmm, what is the matter?" The middle one asked his companion, who continued to stare at a now sweating Kakashi.
"The mask."
"My mask?"
"Ah yes, the mask. I had almost forget about that." The middle director spoke yet again, flicking through the papers attached to his clipboard, eventually pulling out a picture of Kakashi himself. "Even in your headshots you wore the mask. Hanaran is the star on the film, and the book specifies his appearance as gruff, rough, but bless with a divine beauty. You can't expect the star of the film to hide his face, can you!?"
The woman next to him, looked up from her clipboard once more. "Hatake-san… Would you be willing… to take the mask off for us now?"
Kakashi's eyes widened, this mask was his comfort object, he had hid his face for years, each time for a different reason he had never disclosed to anyone.
But he really wanted to be in the movie. 'I mean… I really, really, REALLY want to be in the movie!'
"Well, I suppose it's fair. How can you make your decision if I'm right for the part when you can't see my face?" Kakashi finally relented, his arm moving closer to his face, gripping the edge of the mask in his fingertips.
It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy. It can't be this easy!
He pulled down the mask slowly, finally revealing a face that hadn't been seen since September 21st 1999. "Please don't look so surprised. It's quite embarrassing." Kakashi spoke worriedly, seeing the three directors' eyes blow out of the skulls in complete shock.
Smoke exploded around the three of them. As it dissipated, Sakura, Naruto and Sakue all sat bawking at him. Finally, after months of meticulous planning. Faking auditions, and listening to people rambling incoherently about nonsense for an illusionary acting role. After created fake word of mouth designed to reach Kakashi's secret-perv ears. After thousands of clones spending hours creating posters advertising the open auditions for the role.
They had finally seen Kakashi-sensei's face!
They lolled backwards into their chairs, fainting from the pure shock of the revelation that had bugged them since they were thirteen years old.
IT WAS THAT EASY!
A/N: Ta-da! Rinne here! Well it's been... well it hasn't really been a relatively long road, but we've made it here in the end. My final few things to discuss.
Despite the fact that Hinata is the central character, she plays a very small part in the final chapter. The reason behind it is because this chapter shows that the dream became true. The kids are all there, just as they were in her dreams *sniff*.
Despite the fact I said in the Faux-AN about 3/4 of the way back up, SasuSaku ship has sailed, I still believe that is the most realistic pairing for Sasuke and Sakura, so yeah they had kids.
Asagiri Uchiha - Asagiri hopefully means morning mist. Her name was inspired by the episode Itachi made his debut, entitled 'Return of the morning mist.' For the life of me, to this day I fail to see the connection between Itachi and Morning Mist, so I took that and made it her name.
It was fun to make the interaction between her and Hamura simply because I have full control over both of their personalities'.
Sasuke and Sakura's son. Nokitai. When wrote as the usual Japanese style of surname then given name. His name is Uchiha Nokitai, break apart his name and it become Uchiha no Kitai, which hopefully mean Hope (or future or prospect) of Uchiha. His name is inspired by him being the first male Uchiha born in god knows how long it took for Sasuke to have a son in this fic. That also inspires the title of the chapter, Peace vs Hope, Heiwa vs Kitai.
Hamura's favourite foods.
Hōjicha is a Japanese green tea that is distinguished from others because it is roasted in a porcelain pot over charcoal; most Japanese teas are usually steamed.
Amanattō is a Japense additional confectionary that is made of azuki or other beans, covered with refined sugar after simmering with sugar syrup and drying.
Agemono is a category of deep-fried dishes in Japanese cuisine. Tonkatsu is a Japanese food which consists of a breaded, deep-fried pork cutlet.
Continuation? I got a fair few PMs asking if I was open to a continuation, and if I was, who would the main character be. I won't lie the idea crossed my mind, I actually have two different story lines to go down as well. As for the main character? I want Hamura to be the main character because he is my favourite out of them, and the Genius son of Naruto would be fun to write about more. But I dunno, a part of me thinks it SHOULD be Heiwamaru, because he is the most like Naruto, so it would give an air of familiarity to readers.
This is the final chapter, but expect a chapter 11 to be posted. Chapter 11 will hold links to... wait for it... character designs! Fuck yeah! I'll be creating the designs for Hamura, Heiwamaru, Asahi, Asagiri and Nokitai for your viewing pleasure, so stay tuned for that.
For the record, I don't own Naruto, never have owned Naruto, this fic was created for the purpose of non-profit entertainment, I have no rights to the story or characters.
Aside from that I guess there's only one thing left to say...
Sorry Fanfike, this is the last time.