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Naruto gazed outside at the beautiful display of Winter in Konoha. The houses and buildings had been coated in the crisp white plots of snow and the downfalling snowflakes were large and gentle. Everything appeared to be at peace, covered in the heavenly white substance. Even the air had a certain brisk calmness about it the blonde couldn't describe.

Whatever the case, Konoha was peaceful in all its beautiful glory. The thought of peace brought stillness to Naruto's mind. He felt like he could rest, even if for just a few minutes. One minute would do. Just one minute that he could pursuade himself there was some kind of righteousness out there. That Pain was wrong, and peace could be achieved if they really wanted it.

He remembered how much mental pain he'd suffered when the question had been asked to him. How was he to solve the problems of the world? How was he to bring peace to people who had never believed in it before? It wasn't his task to. And he wasn't so dense to actually believe that just his strong will could solve everything. But he did believe that if EVERYONE really wanted it, things could change. The only problem was, how was he to get everyone to want peace?

It was the base of every war. Every goddamn fight. For Christ's sake, little children learned to fight when they were but very young. The first time they fight for a toy, or their oppinion. They didn't know it back then, but they were drawing lines inside of their heads, seeing how far they could go before drama would break out.

And this, Naruto could not prevent from happening.

The blonde male rested his forehead on his handpalm and clutched his blonde spikes with his fingers. He shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. There we go, he gets two minutes of peace and he finds a way to put a stop to the lovely relaxation. Terrific.

A hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts.

"You're awfully stressed today." Kakashi commented.

"A knock on the door wouldn't have been disstressing." Naruto replied.

"I'm sorry lord Hokage, I figured you'd gotten used to my habit of coming in through the window."

"Oh, my jounin citizen, your habits are not things I get used to comfortably." Naruto returned. He didn't like being called 'lord Hokage' by Kakashi. The reason for this was that any time Kakashi would refer to him like that, it was always in a mocking tone.

"Still, it's kinda' weird you didn't notice me. Especially since it's cold out and I let the cold air in."

"Think not too deeply of it, sensei. Searching for things that don't link is unresulting. You'll wind up looking for things that don't make sense." Naruto sighed.

"You know, for anyone that hasn't seen you for three years and suddenly talk with you again, they won't believe it's really you."

"What're you talking about, sensei? If it's more babble that doesn't concern the matter at hands, please do keep it to yourself."

Kakashi furrowed his brows and gave Naruto an insulted look. "What's up with you today?" he asked. "You acting very unlike yourself."

Naruto sighed for what seemed the fifth time that day. "I don't know." he replied as he massaged his forehead.

It almost seemed like some kind of weight was on his shoulders, but he didn't know of what. He didn't know what was on his shoulders, or how heavy it truly was. All he knew was that he may never complete his mentor's dying wish. Everyone important to him seemed to have left him with some kind of debt and he didn't know if he could repay everyone for every little promise he'd made them.

He never wound up completing Sakura's wish. In the end, Sasuke died on his accord and never returned to the village. Well... alive, at least.

The wish of his father wasn't his to keep, but he could have made it easier to accomplish. When his father wanted the villagers to look upon him as his son, and not the Kyuubi, but they chose to scrutinise him and discriminate him and hurt him in every possible way. If only he'd chosen to suck up to the villagers instead of play pranks on them for his revenge, things might have worked out in his father's favour. Unfortunately, what's in the past is in the past, and he couldn't change those things anymore. He changed it now, though, didn't he? He was Hokage, people honored him. Not all respected him, but they had to listen to him one way or the other.

Then there was Jiraiya's wish. His mentor had left him with the quest to find peace. But how could he? It wasn't up to him to declare peace amongst the whole world! It wasn't even up to him to declare peace amongst his own villagers! It wasn't his job. He wasn't allowed to declare this "peace". It wasn't his decision to make, or responsability to bare. Not even Kami could decide these things. So why should he?

"You're tired." Kakashi suddenly stated, out of the blue. He kneeled down before Naruto and looked up into the boy's tired blue eyes. Underneath his cerulean orbs were bags of fatigue and wrinkles of stress creased his tanned forehead.

"Unbegrudgingly so." Naruto replied with shut eyes.

"You should get some sleep."

"Shan't."

"Why not?"

"I'm the Hokage. I can't just sleep whenever it suits me. I won't copy Tsunade-baa-chan's actions."

"A half-asleep Hokage won't do the village much good, Naruto."

"Then shut up and pass me my coffee."

"You hate coffee."

"I used to hate coffee. It's the only thing that keeps me alive now."

"Great," Kakashi sighed as he reached out to pass the boy a cold cup of coffee, "the Hokage survives on caffeïne."

"And only that." Naruto replied, sipping at the cold brown beverage. Realising it was cold, he nearly spit it out, but realised that its effects would still work and gulped the whole thing down.

"Sakura's been promoted to official doctor." Kakashi suddenly brought up.

"Finally." Naruto remarked seriously, rummaging through his drawers.

"What do you mean, "finally"?"

"Well, we all knew she was capable of being more than a nurse or Tsunade's help. She's always deserved the title of 'doctor'."

"Well, she's finally received it."

"That's great." Naruto's voice wasn't happy or enthusiastic at all.

"You don't seem too happy for her."

"Don't I? Well, I am." Naruto smiled faintly before returning to his documents. Only 20 seconds later he sighed irritatedly and scratched at his head. His brows pulled together angrily as he scribbled something down and rolled the paper up before sending it away with a messenger bird.

"What's wrong?"

"Iwagakure." was Naruto's short reply. Before he could continue with his leftover paperwork, Kakashi had taken his inkbrush away and opened the window again.

"If you throw that out-" but Kakashi already held his hand outside the window.

"Get some rest or you're never seeing your beloved Snow Country brush again."

"This is beyond childish, Kakashi!" Naruto grumbled.

Said man merely smiled through his eyes and jiggled the pen a little to make it seem like it was about to slip through his fingers.

"I'm serious, Kakashi, stop being such a damn fool and give it back."

"Once you agree that the sofa in your office is meant to be used – by you."

"Just give it back." Naruto sighed.

"Nope."

"I'm the fucking Hokage, Kakashi! Give it now or I'll have you in prison for a couple of days."

"Like you'd ever. You'd be too worried about your poor old man to do that."

"I wouldn't give a damn." the blonde growled through grit teeth, making it sound utterly serious.

"Aww, come on, that really hurts y'know."

"Couldn't care less. Now stop being such a child and hand me my brush."

But the man had already let go of the writing device, sending it flying from 20 meters in the air and land in a soft pile of snow; only to be welcomed in the white substance a little too kindly and burry itself two feet under the fluffy winter element.

Naruto's face had gone from angry to angrier and within seconds he was choking his adoptive father. "You damn fool! How the heck am I gonna' get another Snow Country brush?!"

"I dunno'," Kakashi said inbetween struggles for breath, "order a new one?"

"The guy stopped making pens you idiot!"

"Sai?"

"Sai's-... hmm... I guess you're right. I could ask Sai."

"Great! Now could you stop choking me.. please?"

"Sure." Naruto smiled, but sent his sensei flying through the window – to meet up with the pen he'd stoically thrown out the window only seconds earlier.

The Hokage clapped the dirt off his hands contently. "That'll serve him."

"So you won't get some rest?"

Naruto turned around again. "Shizune?" he asked, shocked.

"Yup. Tsunade-sama asked Kakashi-san to pursuade you to get some sleep. She said it wasn't good to stay up for days on end and you know that everything Tsunade says is true. She's the -"

"The best medic specialist, I know." Naruto replied. "I guess I'll take you up on that offer, then. If Tsunade-baa-chan says so."

-R-

Note: Don't worry I'm not done yet for this story, so see you next week.

Sorry if it's too short, I promise to the next chapter will be long like previous one.

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