Author's Note: The story idea and some of the writing comes from Mistress Winowyl. She likes cake.

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Uzumaki Naruto, Sixth Hokage, was just returning from an S rank mission. High above the village his smiling face was carved in stone. They were still working on the visage of his successor. Though it was late he decided to stop by the Tower and let the Seventh Hokage know he was back.

Naruto strolled into the Hokage's office to find its occupant pouring over a stack of reports. Uchiha Sasuke looked up just long enough to give an annoyed, 'Hn'.

"Burning the midnight oil Hokage-sama?"

"What do you want Naruto? Can't you see I'm busy with the quarterly fiscal reports?"

Naruto chuckled. "Yeah, I couldn't believe how much paperwork there was. One of the reasons I decided to only be Hokage for six months. Well that and you were sooooooo eager to take my place and show Konoha what a great leader you'd be."

"I am a great leader. The village has never been more prosperous than it is now."

"I am sure that has nothing to do with Madara being defeated and all the ninja villages becoming allies."

"I helped make that happen."

"So did I."

"Is there an actual reason you're here Naruto?"

"Just wanted to see if my good friend was still working, that's all. Shouldn't you go home? I am sure Sakura is waiting up."

"Don't remind me, she's already been by here three times. Part of the reason I work late is because I can only handle so much of her. Would you believe she makes plushies now? Life sized ones."

Naruto chuckled. "Sounds rough. I'm going to go home to my very patient, loving, beautiful wife Hinata. We're going to have sex like rabbits, eat ramen and cinnamon buns, smell the flowers, take a walk under the moonlight, and then have sex again."

"I hate you."

"I know. See you later Hokage-sama." Naruto left whistling a happy tune.

Sasuke glumly turned back to the financial reports as he contemplated eventually returning home to his pink haired wife.

"I should have blown up the village when I had the chance."

With a depressed sigh he got back to work.