A/N: Second and probably last part to the AU thing before. I have written a one-shot with Hinata meeting Minato but decided it would be fun to write about the parents again. Sadly I lost the usb where most of the other prompts were written so in the delay I'm trying to rewrite them. I still have a couple more to go though. Feedback is always welcomed.

Day 16 - Meet the Parents

"Would you like to go over mechanics again?"

Hinata was tempted to poke the corpse that laid on the table, his arms encasing his face which laid slapped on the open textbook, but didn't think that he would appreciate it. She wasn't even sure if he was conscious, having stayed in that position for a good amount of time in silent. The silence was what worried her. He was rarely silent, even as he fell into slumber many times in class he always manage to chortle out a huge snore now and again to let everyone know that he was in the classroom, albeit in a very disruptive way.

"..Naruto-kun?"

She prodded his head with a pen and he grunted in response, destroying her suspicions of him being dead from boredom.

"Naruto-kun, are you awake?"

"I'm awake. I'm going to die of boredom though," he grumbled out.

Naruto sat up and stretched his arms in a big yawn. She sighed in appreciation as he watched his lithe and lean figure and tried not to let the heat in her cheeks completely consume her. Although the reason for them spending time together was tutoring, Hinata found that she also enjoyed Naruto's chatter and chirpy company but also having a closer view of Naruto. And having a closer view of Naruto she did. Her perverted thoughts were going on overdrive these past couple of weeks since they have been spending more time together. There were too many occurrences where he picked up the things she dropped without bending his knees, or him reaching up to grab things that were too high for her which made his body brush up against hers and left her squeaking an excuse as she ran to dab the blood out of her nose. He, of course, never noticed when she was ogling him. If he did she was sure he would have run the other way a long time ago.

He popped a joint in his shoulder. "I'm so done with Physics. Physics is so not my thing."

She let her cheek rest on the hand holding her pen. She was enjoying this way too much. "..Hmm?"

"It's like it's in another language. Nothing makes sense so I've accepted the fact that I'll fail. Besides, I'm not sure I'm going to need Physics later on in life."

"That's not true," she reassured, "I believe you have it in you to pass... if you'd only stop sleeping in class."

"I think you're asking too much of me."

"And," continued Hinata, "I'm sure you'll need physics for when you want to calculate the amount of force to hit Sasuke with in different situations."

He chuckled. "Yeah. I guess it'll be quite useful in that way. Hitting Sasuke is always fun."

"So how about we do question one again?"

He let out a sarcastic laugh. "No. How about we go get something to eat then watch a movie?"

Her mouth bent into a frown at his attempt to procrastinate. "Naruto-kun..."

"Come on, Hinata," he pleaded, "I promise I will do some work after the movie."

She sighed in defeat and he let out a holler as he packed his books with an enthusiasm and speed that were missing in the hours in which they had been studying. As he swung his bag over his back, he then proceed to talk about everything that was on his mind that was not physics. Hinata had thought that his talkative habits had come from his need to fill in the silence to detract from his loneliness when he was younger, and a part of that was true, but his talkative personality also stemmed from the fact that he liked to share everything that he thought about. She enjoyed listening to him and enjoyed the fact that if she spoke, he would bend his head towards her and listen to her carefully. This was probably because her voice was very quiet and she hardly projected it but it could also mean that he valued what she said. If she had to admit to herself she really did enjoy the attention.

They have been meeting to study almost everyday for a month. First it was him asking her to tutor maths to him on that fateful, and wonderful she might add, day when he gave her chocolate and treated her to ice cream. Then it was history and now physics. Elation flowed inside of her at the amount of time they are spending together even if it was just used for learning most of the times. It actually surprised her how focused he could be when he decides to be and likewise when he was distracted. As such, right now he was in a distracted mode and she had found it was best to let this distraction feeling run its course before they started again.

In a park beside close to the library, Naruto had just cajoled her to let him buy them lunch and her heart secretly fluttered. Like always, a bowl of takeaway ramen was asked for and curiously she ordered a lime milkshake before sitting down to eat at a secluded section of the park. The park barely had anyone in it considering the fact that it was lunch time. Must have been the soccer game that's happening over at the stadium. She took on sip of her milkshake and her face scrunched, lips puckered unattractively at its acidity. She heard a chuckle to her left. Hinata debated taking another sip of her milkshake when they heard a yell behind them.

"Hey its that Uzumaki bastard."

There were three men behind them, dressed in baggy shorts and ripped shirts on tattooed arms. They turned just as somebody shoved Naruto back, his ramen splashing all over his shirt. Hinata gasped in shock as she crawled out of the way of the flying ramen and struggled to stand up. Her jelly legs became still frozen when she saw that the leader, the middle man, was holding a baseball bat. Instead of being frightened as she was, Naruto snapped at them and bared his teeth.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?" he growled, moving to raise himself up only to be kicked in the stomach halfway by one of them. He let out a pained grunt and Hinata flinched with him as she willed her legs to move.

Just as the man moved to raise his bat, she pushed her legs and moved to stand between Naruto and the thugs, holding her arms out to stop them. "S-stop," she pleads, "P-please stop. Y-you have the wr-rong man."

"Hinata," Naruto tried to stand up behind her, "get out of the way. Run to the police station and get away."

"How cute," one of the man laughed out, his bark of laughter sending chills down Hinata's spine. Still she did not move out the way. Watching that man hurt Naruto sent her stomach churning and her insides flinching, she could not possibly leave him alone to face such things alone. She had self defence training but had never needed to apply it in real life but now her heart was beating too loudly in her ears and adrenaline coursed through as she tasted her dry tongue.

"Y-you," she stuttered out, against her best efforts to remain collected and tough, "Y-you m-must stop. You have the w-wrong man. H-he's is n-not the Uzumaki in w-which you're l-looking for."

"Move out of the way girlie," he warned lowly, "Or we might deal with you too."

"B-but y-you can't j-just go around be-beating up r-random people. Y-you ar-are unjustly attacking m-my f-friend w-while h-he and I w-were just-"

One of the men to the side scoffed. "Do you even know who that boy is girlie?"

"Oi! Don't interrupt her while she's speaking bastards!"

They of course ignored Naruto's yell. She was surprised they weren't ignoring her. It was unheard of to reason with gang members when they would probably discard any sort of reasoning and beat them up anyway. Deep inside Hinata, an inkling told her that whatever these men wanted were connected to Naruto's grandfather and she was correct when he confirmed it. The gang member continued on as if Naruto never spoken. "That boy's Uzumaki Kurama's grandson. We'd be doing you a favour getting rid of this runt before he blows off his cap and decides to shoot ya."

The name Uzumaki Kurama was famous around Konoha. It was the name of the most notorious Mafia leader the city had ever seen, ruling the streets with an iron fist and cruel attitude. Under his reign, prostitution, drugs and arms dealings thrived and this was only after they eliminated their competitors catching many civilians in their crossfire. Those were dark years for Konoha. Hinata understood why many would be suspicious of Naruto. He looked too much like his grandfather, excluding the blond hair, in looks, temperament and cunningness. Many flinched at Naruto's loudness because it was an echo of his grandfather's bellow where blood and bullet cases would always have been spilled as the outcome.

But Naruto wasn't like that, Hinata knew. She had been watching him from afar and she considered herself an expert on most things Naruto and he was nothing like that. Swallowing, she stuttered out, "B-but h-he is not."

They stopped in shock. "...Huh?"

"Y-you h-have t-the w-wrong man. H-he is not t-the Uzumaki p-person y-you sp-speak of. H-his name I-is I-Inoichi."

Naruto didn't say anything about her borrowing the name of Ino's father and she was grateful for that. Waves of tension drifted over them as they watch the thugs consider this new lot of information.

"Inoichi, huh? Then what about those whisker marks on his cheeks?"

"T-tattoos," she replied rapidly. "T-tattoos. W-whisker ma-arks a-are in style."

"Yeah right," scoffed out one of them. "Like we'll believe that."

"Of course it's in style!" Naruto huffed. "Since when did you guys know anything about upcoming style."

Hinata looked at Naruto sharply and he immediately snapped his mouth close. The fact that the thugs look like that they are considering their mildly outrageous explanations was giving her hope that the thugs would leave soon. She didn't want anything to convince them otherwise but Naruto's mouth had a tendency to destroy any chances of escape just by opening itself.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the middle man spoke, "Well it's quite believable..."

They both let out a small sigh of relief...

"...If his bag didn't have his name written on it."

…and promptly froze still again as their eyes shot to Naruto's bag. There it was, blue vivid against the vibrant orange bag, Uzumaki Naruto.

Hinata heard him curse behind her and her arms moved without her brain's permission. Throughout this stressful ordeal it occurred to her somewhere that she still held the lime milkshake which made her face pucker before. She hoped it would do the same again but instead, she jerked her arms and watched as the green liquid splashed into his eyes. He screamed and dropped the bat while the two behind him jumped. She felt a hand on her shoulders pull her backwards before part of her vision was obscured by a shoulder.

"Hinata run."

But she wouldn't. Feet stuck to the ground she held her spot behind him, furiously trying to remember the martial arts lesson her cousin taught her.

Before they could jump into combat, a shrill of a whistle was heard. Turning their heads, they saw a man dressed in blue with the signature police hat running towards them. Swearing quite loudly, the thugs turned to run the other way, the one on the ground struggling to get up from the stinging of his eyes, which Hinata was secretly pleased for because they had the nerve to interrupt her time with Naruto. She promptly felt slightly guilty at the thought. Should she really have been pleased at someone else's torment?

The shoulder in front of her moved to block her view from the police officer. She had to tiptoe to peek and see a man with a spiky white hair with his hat obscuring one eye and his collar obscuring his mouth. One eye scanned over them then arched in question.

Naruto just shrugged his shoulders.

When she imagined her first time being in a car with Naruto, she had always imagined it would be with the windows down, arm slung over her, music played in between when they drove off for a date. She did not imagine it would be in the backseat of a police car with her hands sticky with sugar and the car smelling slightly of noodles. Scratch that, the last two was okay compared to the first. She was in a police car. Oh dear, she was in a police car. She had never imagined she would be in a police car. What would her father think of her if he saw her like this? He had been reluctant to let her hand with Naruto but if he somehow found out that they were both in a police car today, he would freak.

Hinata started fidgeting in her seat.

"Hey."

She turned sideways to see Naruto looking at her. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she replied, holding up and pressing her index fingers against each other.

"No, I meant yeah but, are you okay-okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Don't do that. You're not supposed to do that." His hand caught one of hers, his warmth comforting her. "Hey, Hinata..."

The unsure note in his voice caught her attention so she asked, "Yes, Naruto-kun?"

He hesitated, pulling his hand back to tuck it into his pocket. "I'm sorry about today."

"What do you mean?"

He looked out to the window, looking slightly bitter and lost. "I'm sorry for ruining today, just like I always seem to do."

"You didn't ruin today." Shaking her head slightly, she debated whether she should touch him to try and ease that look but decided not to. "I don't think today was ruined at all."

"Hinata, please," he said tiredly. "You don't have to try to be nice about it. Just admit it. Everything was great until they came-" he practically spat out the last bit, "until the Uzumaki name ruined it."

"I'm not trying to be nice about it, really." She placed a hand on his arm. "Naruto I... I really enjoyed spending time with y-you."

He looked at her, doubt washing away at her smile. He managed to smile back at her and she felt like she had just accomplished something important. "Here I am obsessing about that like the rest of them. And I believe you."

"Believe me about what, sorry?"

"I believe you when you say aren't trying to be nice about it," he paused to watch her confused reaction before adding, "because you are just naturally nice about everything. You're pretty cute like that."

And her cheeks flushed red as she quickly retracted her hand and folded it in her lap. Naruto called her cute. She was cute to Naruto. She needed a moment to process this. She heard him laugh beside her and her blush deepened. When she felt the motion of the car stop and she almost jumped out of the car like it was burning. Well she certainly felt like burning from the way Naruto complimented her.

It was only then that she noticed that they did not stop by the police station. No, they didn't even stop by her house. Instead they stopped by a house unknown to her. A small panic nipped her at the back of her neck as she thought briefly that they may been kidnapped when she realised that the policeman was holding his fist up to knock on the door. The door swooshed open before the fist could make contact. A woman with red hair greeted them, her fringed clipped open to show a beautiful and stubborn face that seemed slightly familiar.

"Where is he?" the woman asked.

The policeman pointed behind him and then the woman did something completely unexpected to her. She ran up and flung her arms around Naruto, tightening with each second. Naruto awkwardly tried to pat her in the back while giving a slightly embarrassed and sheepish smile to Hinata. "Hey mum."

"Oh Naruto, I can't believe you got hackled by some thugs. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are you hungry? I hope you beat them up good and showed them not to mess with you again. You cannot believe what your dad said when Kakashi called to tell us-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine mum, they ran when Kakashi came, can you let go of me? I'm dying a bit," he wheezed out.

"Sorry," she said as she let him go. She was still taller than him but only just. In a couple of years, she was sure Naruto would beat her and her husband. She turned to the policeman, whose name she gathered was Kakashi, and hugged him. "Thank you Kakai-chan for bringing Naruto home. Will you stay to have some food?"

"Can't sorry." He tapped his hat. "Still on the job. I'll talk to you guys later. Tell the chief I said hi."

It was only then that Naruto's mum saw her. Her eyes drifted over to her and widened slightly. Trying to hide a grin, but failing miserably, her eyes were fixed onto her with so much intensity that she blushed slightly under it. Hinata was still struck with the knowledge that Naruto's mum was in front of her. She was meeting Naruto's mother so this must be Naruto's house. Oh my, she was at Naruto's house! Elation made her want to dance right now, even as there were people that might watch her, but good sense gave her a sound no. Good sense told her to stand straight, head up and stop blushing like crazy because it was important to be her absolute best when meeting the parents of your future spouse. Well hopefully your future spouse. However, the shyness that was embedded in her made her look down to the floor while eyes were on her. She made a move to open her mouth to introduce herself but when she looked up, Naruto's mother was already running into the house.

Did her silence weirded her out? She felt slightly deflated but that was before she heard the voice of Naruto's mother right into the house.

"Minato?! Minato! Come out here, Naruto's brought home a friend!"

"Mum!"

"Bring the camera with you! Naruto's brought home a friend and she's not Sasuke!"

"Mum!"

They heard footsteps as a shadow of a man emerged from the doorway. "What's all this fuss about Kushina?"

Something in her mind reminded her that she was about to meet the famous Minato Namikaze, chief of police and the man who brought the end of Uzumaki Kurama's reign. She expected a man tall and built with a hardened face, contrasting to his wife's soft beautiful features, and eyes that were hardened from years of police work. She expected a couple of tattoos from undercover jail work. She expected rough, beaten features that would hold the essence of Naruto as this was after all the man who, with the help of his wife, sabotaged the mafia to bring an end to the bloodshed. So she was surprised when the man emerged held the face of a blond blue-eyed angel while wearing a frilly apron and holding a tray of scones in his mitten covered hands.

Naruto snickered and leaned down to whisper to her, "That's my dad. The man whose name strikes fear into others. His mitten encased hands were known for their swift brutality."

Indeed his mittens were pink. And so was his apron. It did nothing to emasculate him, only to highlight his broad shoulder and chest. Seeing both of his parents, Hinata knew that both of them were to thank for Naruto's handsome features. And maybe one day she could thank them, if she weren't still frozen by their beauty.

"Look, Minato! This is Naruto's friend. Isn't she cute?"

And once again all eyes turned towards her and she couldn't help but blush. Really, she was surprised that she hasn't fainted yet and if her friends were her, they would commend her for the achievement. Naruto though began scowling once he saw her blush. "Guys, you're making her feel embarrassed. Stop it, she's sensitive to this kind of stuff."

Which made her blush even more. God bless Naruto's mouth.

"Naww," Kushina teased. "Okay we'll stop. We'll stop even though it's so much fun. Besides, I don't think I've introduced myself."

Kushina made a pretense of standing up straight and looped her arm around Minato, mindful of the tray that Minato held. "I am Kushina and this is my lovely hubby Minato and we are Naruto's parents. I'm afraid he failed to inherit any of our beauty traits sadly."

"Hey!" Naruto placed an undignified hand on his cheek. "You told me I looked like Dad."

Minato choked out a chuckle. "Is this true, Kushina? I feel slightly offended."

"I-I'm..," she tried out, ".. Hinata. Hyuga Hinata."

Both Kushina and Minato gave her a soft smile at her shyness and their sympathies made her even more conscious of her old stuttering habit. How she wished her stuttering would go away indefinitely especially for moments like this. She caught Naruto's eye and Naruto helped to change the subject when he asked about something that's been bothering him.

"Hey Dad," he began, pointing at the tray, "Why did bring a tray outside?"

Minato looked down at the tray and looked surprised himself. "Hmm tray? Oh yes, tray. I was taking something out of the oven when your mother called me out."

"Oh your dad can be so clueless sometimes." Kushina pinched one of his cheeks slightly before kissing it with an easy show of affection that made Hinata sigh wistfully.

"Baking?" Naruto looked disgustingly horrified. "Dad please don't poison us."

"Be nice Naruto! Minato's been sweating his butt off in the kitchen to make these for you on his only day off you know!"

"Don't you mean that Dad's tired of having us as a family and he wants to get rid of us so he can have a new one?"

"His baking's not that bad, Naruto. Stop exaggerating."

"Yes it is! Do you not remember the time when I almost..."

As those two fell back into their fighting habits, Minato gave Hinata a sweet smile and addressed her politely. "Would you like some of my baking Hinata-san?"

Hinata in turn gave him a shy smile and a nod. She took one of the scones, bit into it and was pleasantly surprised at how sweet it was. She had never tried sweet scones before.

"How does it taste like?" Minato asked.

She swallowed to answer and smile at him again, reassuring him that she was still alive, disproving Naruto's theory before taking another bite. "Delightful Minato-san. I have never tried sweet scones before."

He looked down at them and frowned slightly. "Well that's because these are supposed to be cookies..."

Hinata coughed and choked slightly on her scone.

"...and I'm not sure how they became this big or thick. But if it tastes good, I suppose that'll be okay."

"Yes it t-taste's very good," Hinata nodded for reinforcement. "And Naruto-kun w-will think so too. He likes sw-weet things."

"Speaking of him, may I ask what you two got up to today?" Minato was viewing her eating his scones-er, cookie with so much pleasure that his eyes were almost permanently closed from his signature smile.

"Oh yes. T-today we w-went to the library to study."

"Ah yes! You must be the mysterious tutor he keeps talking about."

Hinata nodded. "Y-yes. That w-would be m-me. T-today we were st-studying Physics."

Minato raised an eyebrow and his face looked thoughtful. "You're tutoring him on Physics?"

"H-hai, I'm tutoring him on Ph-physics."

"What's this about Physics?" asked Kushina, breaking off from her conversation slash fight with Naruto.

"Apparently Hinata here has been tutoring Naruto on Physics."

"Really? Isn't physics your best subject?" she turned to Naruto to ask, missing the slightly caught expression of his. "I thought physics was your thing."

Naruto tried to pass off a fake laughter. "Ha. I'm not quite sure about that mum."

"But didn't you win a scholarship based on physics and Iruka-chan said that you were doing quite well in physics and –oh. Oh."

"Oh," Minato echoed, his eyes crinkling into a smile. Within a few seconds of each other, their faces broke off into huge devilish grins. Naruto almost began visibly sweating while Hinata looked confused and glanced rapidly between the three of them.

"Pardon me, Kushina-san? I think I m-might have m-missed something."

"Oh." Kushina's grin grew even more mischievous. "Well Hinata, it seems that-"

"Hey, woah, I just remembered that Hinata and I didn't really get to have any lunch and we're really really hungry." Naruto grabbed Hinata by the shoulders and directed into the house at steadily accelerating pace matching the tone of his voice. It should have caused suspicions within Hinata but she was absolutely floored at the sensation of his hands on her shoulders to question anything. "We should all grab something to eat and continue stuff like this later when we're all full."

Keeping the grins on their faces, Kushina and Minato followed their son inside like the dutiful parents they were.