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"This is going to be your new home, Naru-chan."

Naruto gazed wide-eyed at the sight of the empty apartment, drinking in the sight of the place that she could finally call her own. The walls were bare and there was very little furniture in the living room. There was some dust on the floor but she didn't mind. People would have been appalled by the conditions but to the six-year-old, she felt both joy and sadness.

"I wish I can give you a better apartment, Naru-chan but this was the only apartment that I can find in such short notice."

Naruto looked away from the couch and stared at the Hokage. The old man stared at her with sad eyes, looking almost grandfatherly to her. She didn't mind the conditions of the apartment. Naruto had slept in a box. This was nicer than the box, but it was not as nice as the old man's house.

She liked the old man's house. His son was kind, giving her piggyback rides and swinging her around and his wife was just as nice. The lady taught her how to braid her long hair and how to comb her hair. His grandson was funny, always smiling at her and tugging her hair.

They eased the ache in her heart.

She pushes the corner of her cheek. "Old man, why can't I stay with you? Or with your son's family?"

The Hokage hesitated and tilted his hat downwards, not allowing her to see his eyes. The man could not avoid looking at her. She knelt down, tilted her head to the side and blinked at the sight of the pain in his brown eyes. Why is he hurting? Naruto tugged on his sleeves and the man blinked at the sight of her.

She would lie and tell him that she was joking. She didn't mind the apartment. It was her home. There was never a single thing Naruto could call her own. The orphanage believed in the idea of sharing everything, except she was never allowed to play with the toys. Until the incident, the other children would tried to sneak in some toys with her.

"There are certain people that won't like it if you stay with me," The Hokage explains gently. "This will be your new home, Naru-chan. I know it isn't much but you are always welcome to visit me or my son and his family. Our doors are always open to you."

Naruto nodded and looked out at the window. Why don't they want me? She wanted to know if there was something wrong with her. She didn't make any problems. She played very well with Konohamaru. Was it because she was a bad girl? Naruto promised to be a good girl. Why must they care what people think? What about her and her feelings? She nibbled her lip.

The old man didn't make her go back to the orphanage and Naruto thought that was a win for her.

"Thank you, Old Man." Naruto beamed and the man faltered at her words. His eyes radiated some coldness, the same kind of coldness that the villagers gave her, but Naruto acts like she didn't see it. He was kind to her, treated her so much better than the matron, and so she ignored it. She can pretend that maybe he loves her like she loves him.

She wants to live in a world where someone actually loves her and it wasn't wrong for her to think that maybe the kind, old man can grow to love her.

So Naruto smiled widely and pretends she was not scared of the slight coldness in his eyes. No one with cold eyes would treat her so nicely, would let her live with them for a week, if they didn't care for her. It was the logic of a six-year-old. The desire to have at least one person cared for her was enough for her to ignore that something was never right with what he did.

"I will give you money, Naru-chan and you can use that money to buy whatever you want," Hiruzen informed her. The coldness in his eyes fades slightly, replaced with warmth that made Naruto feel kind of funny. "I will come this Friday to visit you, Naru-chan."

Naruto smiled and doesn't dare ask him to come and visit her more. She looked around her new apartment, trying to think of all the ways she could make it feel like home. Those white walls could be painted orange and the balcony seems large enough for her to put some plants. I wanna have some tulips. She doesn't know why but she really wanted those flowers.

The Hokage watched her and tilted his hat downwards again.

She stared at him and thinks that it was okay if the old man didn't love her. Naruto did not love him either but he saved her from the cold streets. He gave her a place that could hide her from those hateful eyes, and for that Naruto was just grateful for him.

She could learn how to love the old man and just pray that the old man could grow to love her.

Naruto took a deep breath and stared at her slightly opened bedroom door. From the slight opening, she could make out the shape of Eri clinging to the pillows like it was her lifeline. It was a good thing Eri was asleep. The girl probably would not be happy to see that she was gone. The young girl followed her everywhere, did not want to sleep in the free bedroom that Naruto had.

Naruto didn't push her. It was strange to be living free from the person that abused you. You would always think it was like some kind of strange dream, always having that irrational fear that person would just come back to hurt you. Naruto wanted to stay by Eri's side.

She wanted to stay, but Naruto also had to go to school. If she could bring Eri with her then she would do it within a heartbeat, but the teachers would ask too many questions. They might take Eri away from her and put her in some orphanage.

Orphanages were hell on earth.

Naruto took a deep breath and pressed her fingers together in a familiar hand-seal. An explosion took place and white smoke enveloped the whole living room. It was illegal for her to use her Chakra. The laws made it clear about the use of registered Quirks, but she would never get caught. It never happened before and it definitely would never happen now.

The smoke evaporated and fifteen copies of herself stood right in front of her. All of them looked exactly the same as her and in theory they acted just like her. But Naruto knew she occasionally had that one odd clone who acted differently from her. Sometimes she could spot them but right now, it was difficult for her to see if all of her clones would act just like her.

"What do you want us to do, Boss?" The clones asked in unison.

"You guys are going to henge yourselves into adults and get us other part-time jobs to pay for the expenses," Naruto declared. The clones nodded, followed her orders and charged out of the doors in their numerous disguises. She only relaxed when the door closed again and Naruto was alone in the house.

She flickered her eyes to Eri, tensing up when the girl shifted again and let out a small whimper. Any thought of making a clone and letting it take care of Eri was gone, disappeared in the wind. Naruto might be the last person to know how to raise kids but she knows what not to do. She could learn along the way and make a few mistakes.

Naruto won't mess this up.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

A clone appeared and Naruto doesn't notice for one bit that the clone was smiling and excited, acting in a behaviour that was completely different from her. She could only focus on Eri-chan, worried that the sound would wake her up.

"You are going to go to school in my place. Make sure to copy all the notes and note down the due dates for any homework," Naruto said quietly. The clone grinned and nodded her head vigorously, before swinging her door open and charging through it.

Naruto winced when the door slammed shut.

If I work sixteen part-time jobs then would it be enough for the expenses? Naruto sat down on the couch, pulled open the drawer in her coffee table and took out a small notepad and pencil. The cost of her rent was high but had been manageable with her part-time job. The instant ramen expenses would have to cut down. Eri-chan might not like it and Naruto didn't want to push her.

She would need to buy Eri some toys because children liked toys. Eri might be upset if she didn't have any toys to play with, might even resent her if she ever makes friends and they tease her for not having any toys. The money in her bank account would be enough to get some toys. At worse, Naruto could always sneak into a casino and gamble.

The blue-eyed girl nodded and note down her options, before glancing again at Eri. But first we might need to get her some clothes. The clothes Eri had on her was not in good condition and made Naruto feel uneasy. So the first order of business after breakfast would be clothes.

Naruto blinked.

But how do you dress a little girl? Naruto undid her braid and rubbed her forehead. Did she make her wear a dress? But what if Eri didn't like it? Or did Eri like jeans? Naruto chewed on her bottom lip. What if Eri tells her that she hates the clothes Naruto buys for her? She was not exactly known for her fashion.

No, she could do this.

Eri was her first priority.

Naruto took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen. Blond eyebrows knitted together and the girl knelt down, swinging open the cupboards. She pulled out a pan. What did little kids like to eat? There were more variety in the kind of breakfast that kids here could eat. Eggs, Pancakes, French toast and so many other options.

Children also liked it when the food was cute right? The customers, who had kids, liked it whenever one of the cooks made the breakfast looked creative. They took photos and everything. It couldn't be hard for her to do something creative like that.

"I-It really happened."

Naruto blinked and turned her whole body around. Blue eyes grew large at the sight of Eri standing there with her hands fiddling together. Fear shone through those eyes and she hated it. It might have been a night but she hadn't done anything to her. Her home was opened to her. There was no desire for her to kick her out, to make her think that she wasn't wanted.

"Yup," Naruto smiled reassuringly. "Sleep well, kiddo?"

Eri didn't smile, just nodded shyly and looked at the pan in her eyes with confusion. I am guessing those people never cooked her a meal. She poked her cheek, stopped herself from saying anything that might seem thoughtless, and smiled brightly at her.

Everything was going to be fine because Eri had her.

"What is your favourite animal, Eri-chan? Mine is frogs."

Eri hesitated and answered softly, "Cats."

So I guess I will need to figure out how to make the pancakes look like cats.

How hard could it be?

"Uzumaki Naruto."

Aizawa paused and pressed his lips into a thin line at the lack of answer. He scanned the classroom, making sure that his student was actually absent and not daydreaming like Kaminari had been earlier. A small frown played on his lips when he caught sight of the empty chair right beside Todoroki. The boy kept flickering at the empty desk and then to him.

"I'm here!"

The door slid opened and Uzumaki glided in, her hand pumping up high in the air and a bright smile playing on her lips as the students blinked at the strange sight. The blond-haired girl flushed red, letting out a nervous laugh and rubbing the back of her neck like she was embarrassed by her behaviour.

Aizawa eyed the girl. "Go to your seat, Uzumaki."

The girl nodded, flashed him a smile and skipped happily to her seat. Something wasn't right about this image. It should please him about how happy the girl was acting to them. There was a twinkle in her eyes and the smile playing on her lips seemed genuine. It should ease him, but it did not. He knew children like Uzumaki could not heal that fast.

Something was not right about this picture. It was almost like someone disguised themselves as his student and put themselves in her spot of the school. It should be impossible but his student could make clones of herself. Her Quirk allowed her to do something like this. Clones might be physical manifestations of a person but they could have their own personality.

Did his student decide to skip school? His eyebrows twitched at the thought and Aizawa locked his eyes on the clone. It was illegal for Uzumaki to make a clone outside of a school. What did she gain from this? Did she not care about the laws of this country? He took a deep breath.

He couldn't confront the clone because Uzumaki might just decide to drop out of school. Aizawa would need to wait after school and confront the original Uzumaki at her apartment. The girl was going to ruin herself if she decided to misuse her Quirk for something like this.

It was only the third day of school too.

"Good job on the battle simulation training yesterday," Aizawa praised. "I saw the videos and the results. Bakugou, you are talented, so don't act like a child about the loss."

He didn't miss the way Bakugou stole a glance at Uzumaki. A scowl playing on his lips and annoyance flashing at the sight of her. There was also a slight glimmer of concern and suspicions in those red eyes. He also sees something isn't right about Uzumaki. The boy might have an attitude problem but the kid was observant to notice that something was not right about the girl.

Aizawa shook his head.

"And Midoriya," he added. The boy jolted and looked down sharply when he called him out. "You settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your Quirk. That's getting old. As long as you fix that, your Quirk can be extremely useful."

Aizawa ignored the boy's vigorously nod and closed the attendance book. The announcement about the Class President would have to wait when the actual Naruto was here. It would be a terrible idea for him to spring it upon the girl when she was not here to hear the news and try to object his declaration.

He slid the door of his classroom opened and stepped through. Lessons would need to be organized and the confrontation with Uzumaki would need to be organized in a way that would make sure that the girl would not run away. If he recalled correctly from the work timetable that Uzumaki provided, today would be one of her two days off.

"Sensei!"

Aizawa stopped and clicked his heels together. He twisted his head around, eyebrows inching close to his hairline at the sight of Todoroki standing behind him. The son of the Second Hero shifted in his spot, mismatch eyes not revealing any emotions but there was a slight urgency in his student. Curosity stirred inside Aizawa as he waited for the boy to start explaining why he chased him here.

"Yes, Todoroki?"

Todoroki straightened his back, his mismatch eyes flickered around the empty corridor, and said. "I am concerned about Uzumaki."

Perceptive.

"Uzumaki…I think she is a child of abuse." Todoroki said quietly. "She doesn't trust anyone and she keeps pretending that everything is fine."

Aizawa closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Child of abuse. Those words made his stomach rolled with disgust like it always did whenever he hear those words. Only one child of abuse could recognise the signs on another child. Todoroki recognized the signs because of Endeavour. Rumours spread throughout the hero community of what the number two hero had done to his children and wife.

There was no concrete evidence and Aizawa did not hold enough power to protect Todoroki from his own father.

"I know," he informed him. The boy blinked and the black-haired man looked out at the window. The sight of the lush greens and the sun shining made it seem like a beautiful, nice day but not everyone had a nice day. For children like Uzumaki, a day like this could be just as bad as a storm.

"She needs help." Todoroki repeated himself.

I know.

"I have plans to help her about her trust issues, Todoroki," Aizawa informed him. "And I do plan to approach her but a topic like this needs to be handled delicately."

He needed to talk to the real Uzumaki, not the clone that she thought could fool him into thinking that she was fine. I wasn't born yesterday and I'm not letting her off the hook. He really wanted to know what gave her the impression that a clone would be enough to trick him into thinking that she was here.

Aizawa had no clue about the adults that Uzumaki had in her life, but he was different from them.

He would discipline her if he had too.

"Is this place free, Midoriya?"

Izuku blinked and nodded as Naruto took a seat right beside Uraraka. The brown-haired girl beamed as Iida nodded, gesturing for the girl to take the empty seat right beside Uraraka. It should make him happy that the girl, who always defended him from Kacchan, finally decided to sit with them. It did make him happy. But Naruto had never smiled at them like this.

This smile was bright as ever, but it felt different in a way.

"Why were you late, Uzumaki-san?" Iida asked.

The girl laughed. "I overslept…again."

Iida frowned and began to lecture the blond-haired girl about the importance of waking up early. Uraraka sighed, looking amused at the interaction of their new friend, but Izuku could only frown. Something is strange about Uzumaki. He stole a glance at Kacchan. His childhood friend sat on another table, lips curled into a scowl as Uzumaki continued to laugh off the lecture that his friend was giving her.

Maybe if Izuku was like the other kids in their Middle School, he would think Kacchan has a crush on Uzumaki but Izuku knew differently. It had been ages since he went over to Kacchan's house but Izuku still recalled the photo of Kacchan's uncle. He might have been a little boy, no older than six at the photo, but there was a resemblance of Naruto and the little boy. When he thinks about it, Naruto shares a little resemblance to Mitsuki Bakugou.

Her hair was just straighter, her face was just more heart-shaped and her eyes were almond-shaped. Uzumaki was also just a little bit more quieter than the explosive woman.

"So Uzumaki-san, can you please explain how you came up with that plan?" Iida asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. "None of us consider that if we were villains that we could simply trap them from the very beginning."

Naruto (was it really her? He asked himself) smiled widely and opened her mouth to answer his question, only to close it when Bakugou stalked towards them. Red eyes flared with fury and annoyance. Izuku gulped. It was going to be a matter of seconds before his childhood friend exploded on everyone.

"Where is the real one?" Bakugou growled.

Iida frowned. "Real one? Bakugou, what are you talked about? This is Uzumaki-san!"

Uraraka nodded, looking put off by the blond-haired boy's behaviour, and his childhood friend swirled his head at him. Do you really believe this bullshit? Izuku kept quiet. It might have been years since the two of them had a silent conversation like this. He couldn't even remember the last time they talked like this. Their friendship deteriorated when their nursery declared his lack of Quirk to everyone.

It ended on that day in the mountain when he offered him a hand.

Izuku took a deep breath, offered everyone a nervous smile and gestured for Kacchan to follow him. His friend narrowed his eyes but he weakly shrugged his shoulder, glancing over at the confused blond-haired girl. His friend snorted. Wimp. He could hear the unspoken insult and shook slightly at the furious eyes directed at him.

He didn't look back to see if Kacchan followed him outside of the caferteria. The loud stomps coming from behind him was all the confirmation that was needed. Curious looks from their various classmates was thrown at them but Izuku ignored it. This kind of conversation couldn't happen in public. Kacchan was going to become furious and Naruto might just try to save him like she always did.

Izuku could handle Kacchan now.

Well, he think he can.

"Kacchan, you can't confront her now."

Kacchan growled. "So you think that it also a load of bullshit! She sent a fucking clone to class, again!"

Again? Izuku blinked and blinked as his brain tried to process what Kacchan just informed him. He glanced through the windows of the cafeteria, green eyes focused on the smiling face of Naruto. Had their classmate done this before? He couldn't remember the last time when Naruto acted weirdly. Beside today, the girl had always acted the same around him and their other classmates.

"What do you mean again, Kacchan? When did she do this?"

Bakugou growled. "She spends more time with you and you can't fucking notice when Whiskers acts differently! She makes a clone on four dates: 29th of July, 15th of August, 11th of November and 10th of October. Those are the days when she acts a hell lot more friendly to everyone."

Izuku frowned and racked his head at those dates. Green eyes grew large as several memories from the last three years played in his mind. He's right. Naruto always acted differently on those dates. It was always a one-off thing so Izuku never put much thought about it. Was there something significant about those dates? If Naruto made clones on those dates then what was the significance of them?

He frowned.

"Have you told her that you know it is a clone?" Izuku asked slowly.

Bakugou scowled. "Nerd, did you forget that Whiskers hates my guts? You confront her about it."

Izuku smiled nervously. I can't confront her about it. Naruto might be nice to him and they might have had a couple of conversations, but his classmate had never opened up to him. Whenever he attempted to get to know her, his classmate would tell him that she had a job to do or that she was just too busy to hang out.

He really did doubt that Naruto would admit that she was using her clones. Kacchan knows this because Kaccahn was always keeping an eye on their female classmate. He just had a very funny way of showing his concerns to people.

"You really care about her, don't you Kacchan?"

"Screw you, Deku! She annoys the hell out of me."

Kacchan really had a funny way of showing that he was worried for a classmate.

Shouto knew something was very weird about Uzumaki. She went to sit with Midoriya and his group of friends, smiling without a care in the world and just acting very friendly to people. It became even weirder when his classmate beamed at him as she took her seat right beside him. The girl didn't even put a fake smile when Aizawa-sensei assigned them as partners for a history project.

Something was not right about his classmate.

"So we are going to do the project in your house, Pretty Boy?"

He blinked when Uzumaki flashed him a smile and leaned close to him. Pretty Boy? Shouto frowned and regarded the smiling girl sitting beside him. This was definitely not his classmate. They might have only known each other for just two days, but his classmate made it clear that she thought he was an asshole.

"Well?" Uzumaki asked, tilting her head. Her blue eyes shone with curiosity. "Are we going to do the project at your place?"

Shouto pressed his lips into a thin line. "No."

The thought of his female classmate meeting his father made Shouto feel very uneasy. His father might take one look at his classmate and ask her about her Quirk. The man was terrible and Shouto didn't want his classmate to think even more badly of him. So his house was a definite no.

Uzumaki nodded and tilted her head. "Bo…my apartment is off-limits. It is too cramp."

She was going to say boss, wasn't she? Shouto observed his classmate, nodding his head and frowning when the girl let out a small sigh of relief. Something was definitely not right about Uzumaki. He might not know her very well. They weren't friends. He didn't need friends but he observed his classmate for two days. The girl only showed fake smiles and this kind of behaviour was unusual.

He took a deep breath and asked quietly. "Is everything okay, Uzumaki?"

"Of course, Pretty Boy!"

Shouto felt his lips tugged downwards at those words. He glanced at his other classmates before looking back at his smiling partner. All of the other students were too busy planning for their project, none of them seemed concern over the strange behaviour displayed by the girl.

This wasn't Uzumaki.

Uzumaki can make clones so she could have sent a clone here. Shouto observed the girl again. The Uzumaki, he knew, was the type of girl to give fake smiles and act like everything was okay. The blond-haired girl, right in front of him, had given him a very strange title and was not even giving him any fake smiles.

If this really wasn't Uzumaki then he could push her for answers.

"You are not really Uzumaki, are you?"

The smile on Uzumaki's face falters at his question. She darted her eyes around, looking almost nervous at the idea that someone might overhear their conversation.

"Of course, I am Uzumaki!"

Shouto stared. "You called me an asshole, yesterday."

The girl laughed nervously and looked around the room, blue eyes fixated on the clock. It would be just another twenty more minutes before the class was dismissed and it would be time for them to have lunch. The girl reached her hand high but Shouto grabbed hold of her hand.

He really didn't want the clone to run away.

"Where is she?" He asked again.

The clone sweated. "I am here."

Shouto kept his eyes fixated on the blackboard, never allowing it to flicker at the nervous blond. It was a clone because Uzumaki never called him a Pretty Boy. She never called him by anything. Uzumaki opened up to him by telling him that she thought of him as an asshole. It was not much but Shouto could pick up the subtle hints, here and there.

Like the fact that Uzumaki had been avoiding the sharp edges of the table for the last couple of hours.

"Look I am…"

He shook his head. "You are a clone. Where is the original Uzumaki?"

The clone yanked her hand away and stared at him with wide eyes. Shouto fixated his mismatch eyes on the bright blue eyes of his project partner. I know that I am right about this. The clues matched up when he thought about it carefully. Now all he needed to know what his classmate was doing instead of being in school.

"I can't tell you." The girl finally admitted.

Shouto nodded and asked. "Did her parents…"

"First thing you should know about Uzumaki Naruto is that her parents are dead."

Dead? Shouto blinked and regarded the clone, who dropped all smiles and stared out at the window with sadness. How old was his classmate when she lost her parents? He stopped himself from asking the question. Uzumaki was not going to be pleased if he pried about her life, even if her clone was the one to tell him everything.

He didn't want his classmate to think that he was an inconsiderate asshole.

It was strange to be in a children shop and not be kicked out if you asked Naruto. After failing to make a cute, cat-face pancake for Eri and a quick shower, the blond-haired girl decided to take the six-year-old girl out for some shopping. Anything to do with those white dresses should be taken away and Naruto was going to burn it.

She was going to destroy anything that Eri had on her that brought her pain.

Naruto knelt down and looked at the shy little girl. The people around them kept glancing at her, looking almost slightly put-off by the state of Eri, and she wanted to yell at them. If they had a problem then why don't they ask her? Why didn't they try to rescue this little girl earlier? They shouldn't judge them.

"If there is anything that you want, Eri-chan then you can bring it to me and I will pay for it." Naruto said softly, combing through the girl's hair. She offered her a smile and flickered her eyes to the large horn on her forehead. It was getting smaller with each passing hour. It was kind of a good thing because she was uncertain about what to do with clothes.

She really was at lost when it came to clothes. Dresses were clothes Naruto avoided wearing and hated to wear, while jeans were her best friend in this world. But she wasn't six. Naruto barely remembered what she wore when she was six.

She didn't want to be a failure when it comes to this.

Eri smiled and tugged the sleeves of Naruto's orange shirt. She pointed to the white t-shirt with a smiling orange sun print, looking at the blond-haired girl with hopeful eyes. I will do anything to make her happy. Naruto flashed her a smile and took the small size of that shirt.

"Can you change by yourself? Or do you want me to help you?" Naruto asked softly. "I will just be outside the changing room. I won't leave you alone, I promise you."

The girl smiled shyly. "I can change by myself…do you promise not to leave me?"

"I will always keep my promise to you." Eri beamed and Naruto wrapped her hand around those small hands, making sure to keep her strength at a level that wasn't too strong. She tensed her shoulder and feels a little bit weary about leaving the little girl alone to change. It might be a bit much but Naruto didn't know what to do.

It was one thing to take care of yourself, but another thing to take care of another human being.

She thinks that maybe she could do the job okay when Eri comes out with a shy little smile and looking so cute that Naruto wished she had one of those fancy phones that could take nice photos. She might mess things up with the pancakes. But Eri didn't seem to mind the fact that she messed things up.

Naruto could do this parenting thing.

She just needed to overwork when it came to the part-time jobs, have her clones attend her classes and everything was just going to be okay.

Sometimes I regret becoming a teacher.

Aizawa shoved his hand into his pocket and stared at the door belonging to Uzumaki's apartment. The school day was nearly over and that meant he had plenty of time to confirm whether or not, his student had truly skipped school.

He raised his hand, ready to knock the door and paused when he heard a sound coming from the door. Aizawa pressed his ear against the door, eyebrows hunched together when he heard the sound of a second voice.

"Eri-chan! What do you want for lunch?"

Aizawa frowned, pushed his ear away and knocked the door. What is this girl doing? He knew Uzumaki didn't live with anyone. Her Guardian was god know where. Her parents were dead and as far as he knew, his student was an only child. Who did his student have over today? Was she the reason that Uzumaki skipped class?

He really was dreading about what was going to happen.

The door opened and Aizawa folded his arms against his chest as his student blinked her eyes at the sight of him. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of the apron around her clothes. She opened and closed her mouth, before flashing him a bright, fake smile.

This was definitely the real Uzumaki.

"Aizawa-sensei, what brings you here? I think school…"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, black eyes flickering around the corridor to see if her landlord was eavesdropping in their conversation. No sight of black hair meant that the man was not interested to hear what was happening and reporting it to Uzumaki's godfather. The man must have a way to report things to the man.

Aizawa refused that an adult could be so irresponsible and not check on a teenager like Uzumaki.

"Why did you send a clone to school, Uzumaki? Don't even try to lie yourself out of this, young lady."

His student smiled. "I didn't send a clo…"

"Uzumaki, do you take me for an idiot?"

The blond-haired girl wisely kept her mouth shut and Aizawa stared at the teenage girl. What kind of life did his student live for her to do these things? He took a deep breath and thought of the things that he rehearsed on his way here. We can work through your issues, Uzumaki. I want to help you. Those were some of the words that was in his speech.

He forgot about his speech when he saw a little girl peaking through Uzumaki's legs, looking at him with so much fear.

There was only one question that Aizawa could think to ask at that moment.

"Uzumaki, explain to me why do you have a little girl with you?"

He had a feeling that his headache from this morning was just going to get bigger.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter. What do you think of the relationships between the characters?