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It has been a whole day since the USJ attack and all the students from Class 1A sat on the waiting room. Izuku nibbled his bottom lip, eyes focused on the bright green light of the operating sign as Uraraka tapped her feet impatiently. Iida paced back and forth, eyes darting around the door, while Kaminari chewed on his nails. Yaoyorozu fiddled with the magazine as Jirou sweated.

Only Todoroki looked calm, leaning against the wall and eyes plastered on the light of the operation. But his hands kept clenching and unclenching as the ticking sound of the clock grew louder and louder as each second passed. The temperature of the waiting room also seemed to be dropping to the point that Izuku's teeth was shivering.

"Are the waiting rooms supposed to be this cold?" Mineta rubbed his arm.

Everyone ignored the question, only glancing at Todoroki. The mismatch boy only fixated his eyes at the glowing green lights of the operating sign. It would have been strange if the boy wasn't worried, out of everyone in their class; only Uzumaki was really close to him. Izuku shook his head as Kaminari jumped up from his seat.

"Is Uzumaki going to live? Why are they taking so long to operate?" Kaminari clenched his hands into a fist. "Is this normal?"

"How the hell is Uzumaki going to be okay? The villain tore through her stomach!" Mineta gulped and chewed on his nails. Everyone winced, lips pressed into a thin line. The temperature in the room dropped again and the students rubbed their arms again. "It will be a miracle if she lives."

"Don't talk like that!" Ashido yelled.

"He is right," Jirou closed her eyes and gulped. "Aizawa-sensei couldn't defeat the villain and he got destroyed. Uzumaki might have defeated that monster but that thing tore her stomach through, bruised her and I don't really understand why Uzumaki went for it. She did know that she could have died?"

Izuku's hands trembled as bloodied lips flashed before his eyes. Uzumaki bled, clutched her stomach and must have been in the world of pain, but there was still a smile on her face. His hands shook. He always wanted to make a smile like All Might did but it was a whole different story to see Uzumaki do it. He gulped. It reassured them that everything was going to be okay but it was not worth it.

Not when she was in the operating room.

"She lost control of her Quirk," Tokoyomi commented. "It is hard to stay in control with a Quirk like hers."

Everyone swirled their head at the raven-headed teen. He offered them no other explanation, while the students flickered their eyes at each other. Was that really Uzumaki's Quirk? What was her Quirk? Izuku pressed his fingers around his forehead, rubbing circles around it. Clones? Super strength? And a monstrous energy? Nothing seemed to be connecting.

Uzushiokage was the person they kept comparing her Quirk to, but Uzumaki's Quirk seemed more powerful. It was probably stronger than One For All. Izuku clenched and unclenched his hands, before darting his eyes to Todoroki. The younger boy rubbed the back of his neck, eyes shut before looking wildly to the operating sign.

The green light of the operating room switched off and the students straightened their backs. The door swung open and the surgeon stepped through. Sweat built upon his forehead, eyes darting around the waiting room till it landed on the gathered students charging straight towards him.

"Did she live?"

"Is Uzumaki okay?"

"Please tell us there is good news!"

The surgeon held his arms up, his eyes growing wide as Hagakure and Ashido grabbed hold of his legs. Tears streamed down their eyes, sobs echoing throughout the waiting room as Yaoyorozu and Iida tried to yank them off the surgeon. The surgeon laughed but his eyes didn't hold the glint of joy. Did something happen? He chewed on his bottom lips, hands shaking as Uraraka rubbed his back.

"Uzumaki-san was always protecting you from Bakugou, wasn't she?" Uraraka commented.

Izuku nodded. "She was the only one that is willing to yell back at him and the only one to defend me when everyone else kept bullying me."

He just prayed that Uzumaki was going to be fine. Even though Uzumaki didn't really consider him a friend, always threw off his attempts of becoming her friend, Izuku considered her as his friend.

"Uzumaki-san is going to be fine," the doctor declared once Yaoyorozu and Iida managed to pull Ashido and Hagakure off of him. Sighs of reliefs vibrated throughout the waiting room, tears leaking out of the door as they tried to charge into the operating room until a barrier popped up, smacking everyone on the face.

Everyone blinked their eyes.

"That intern was right," the doctor blinked as the students rubbed their faces. "Her Uncle's charms really does stop from any unauthorized authority from coming in."

"Doctor?"

The surgeon shook his head, took off his mask and focused his light purple eyes on them. "Uzumaki might be out of critical condition and will be making a full recovery in the next few days. But she can't have any visitors until tomorrow."

Everyone bobbed their heads. "But can we at least see her? She saved our lives."

The surgeon pressed his lips into a thin line, tilted his head and regarded them. He glanced around the various students, eyes drinking in their expression before slumping his shoulder. The students grinned, whooping and cheering at the doctor's actions.

"Tell the nurses that you have permission to go into the ICU from Dr. Yamamoto, but be careful in there," the surgeon informed them. "And don't run!"

"Sure Doc!"

"You're the best!"

"Let's go!"

The students dashed out of the waiting room, charging straight in the direction of the reception while Izuku stayed back as the surgeon slumped his shoulders. Izuku's fingers itched to question him. Was Uzumaki really going to be okay? Because her bloodied smile haunted her. He gulped down a lump. That sight of her bloodied smile really made his stomach turned.

"Doctor, is Young Uzumaki going to be okay?"

Izuku clicked his heels together, swirling his body around and eyes growing wide at the sight of All Might standing there in his suit. No smile decorated his face, Toshinori's eyes grimed as the doctor gawked at the sight of the number one hero standing there.

"All Might!" The doctor sweated and looked wildly around the room. He fanned himself and then suddenly decided to pinch himself on the arm. Totally understandable. Even now, Izuku still had to hold himself back from fangirling at the sight of All Might.

The Hero raised his eyebrow, lips pressed into a thin line and his whole body trembled at the sight of the empty operating room. His mentor barely looked at him, his blue eyes held rage but was it rage towards himself? Or to the villains? Izuku nibbled his lip and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

The man had been in a rage to see Uzumaki in that terrible state.

"Doctor, is Young Uzumaki going to make a full recovery?"

The surgeon nodded. "She is going to be just fine. Even though her injuries were extensive and more severed then we thought, Uzumaki pulled through. That girl really is a fighter, because anyone else would have died from her wounds."

Death. Izuku shivered, teeth grinding together as his green eyes locked on the operational table. The wounds had been bad but to hear those words? God, it confirmed how close Uzumaki had been to closing her eyes for the final time. Green hair vigorously shook at the thought.

Uzumaki was fine now.

She was alive and that was all that mattered.

All Might relaxed, dropping his shoulders and letting out a sigh of relief. The surgeon smiled but the smile dropped as his eyes kept darting to the outside of the waiting room. Was he waiting for someone? Everyone that wanted to see Uzumaki was here. Only Aizawa-sensei was missing but the man was recovering back at his home.

"Sorry All Might but is Uzumaki's Guardian going to come?" The doctor chewed on his bottom lip, purple eyes focused at the closed doors of the operating room and it was almost like Izuku was invisible to him. "Her guardian does know that the girl was in critical condition, doesn't he? She can't go out of the hospital unless her guardian comes in."

"I am standing in for Young Uzumaki's Guardian," All Might declared, smiling at the doctor. "Whatever you wish to discuss, you can discuss with me."

Izuku's hands dropped to the side as the doctor grimaced. His eyes looked wildly around the room, almost like searching for something. Purple eyes landed on him, growing large as if just realizing that he was still there. The man took a couple of deep breaths, smiled tightly and turned to look at All Might.

"Maybe we should discuss it in my office."

All Might nodded and followed behind the surgeon, body trembling as Izuku chewed on his bottom lip.

He prayed that the surgeon wasn't going to give him any bad news.

Toshinori took a seat on the surgeon's chair, clenching and unclenching his hands as his jaws clenched at the sight of the numerous certificates decorating the office. Uzumaki wouldn't be in the operating room if he just hadn't used his Quirk on the way to Yuuei High. Toshinori took a deep breath as the surgeon's hands reached out to get a piece of paper but only to stop himself.

The surgeon inhaled. "All Might, do you have any knowledge of where her guardian might be? Of what kind of person he might be?"

Toshinori pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. "Eraserhead hasn't been able to make any contact with her guardian. From what he informed the school, Uzumaki's guardian hasn't seen her in the last three years."

"This won't help answer my question regarding her health," the surgeon grimaced, rubbed his chin and handed him a file of papers. "I was hoping he could explain to me why a fifteen-year-old could have a faint lightening scar just above her heart."

His heart dropped as his eyes grew large at those declaration. Toshinori grabbed the file, flipping through the pages of the file and skimming through the notes of the operation that Uzumaki underwent. He grimaced when he noticed the note on the scar.

"We thought that the girl was suicidal when I stitched her up but the scar doesn't look like she did it intentionally," the surgeon tapped to his heart, or rather in a position that seemed to be slightly above his heart. "But if Uzumaki was actually suicidal then she would have aimed for her heart or do something worse."

Toshinori felt dread building up around his stomach as the surgeon continued to talk complicated jabber that he didn't understand. Lightning scar? Wasn't the girl the same age as Young Midoriya? He balled his hands into a fist.

"She has a lightening scar?" He finally choked out.

"It is faint but I have been on the job long enough to recognize those kind of scars," the surgeon rubbed his chin and bobbed his head. "It looked like she had been attacked by it; almost like someone used their Lightning Quirk and shoved it straight through that chest."

Who would attack an innocent kid?

"Is there any significance about that scar?" Toshinori leaned forward and the surgeon leaned backwards, eyes growing shifty and he narrowed his eyes.

"Well I am more interested to know who operated on her, because that person had to be the best surgeon that I have ever seen." The man bounced on his seat as the hero sighed. Great, it wasn't even that important. "Well anyway the scar is nothing but faint and from the surgery, I can safely say that none of her organs have been fried or damaged from the attack."

Well that was good news. He exhaled, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes focused on the birds sitting in their nest outside the door. It would have made the mountain of guilt inside him grow larger if the man informed him that his reckless action from yesterday, had caused this much damage to such a young girl.

He blinked as realization dawned on him.

"But?" Toshinori chewed on his bottom lip, legs tapping against the floor as his eyes darted around the various items surrounding the office. There was no reason he would say this to him, if his student did not have a problem. He gritted his teeth. He should have been quicker to rescue his students.

"I want to conduct a couple of tests to see if Uzumaki-san had perfectly recovered from the lightening attack," the surgeon admitted. "I want to be certain that she has completely recovered. I want her guardian to watch over her until we are 100% sure that she can continue her studies."

The doctor dropped his head, slumped his shoulder and took a deep breath. "What I am trying to say is that I need you to contact her guardian soon, All Might. I can't do anything unless I have her guardian's signature. It isn't anything personal but this is standard practice in this hospital, since Uzumaki isn't even 18."

Toshinori sighed, rolling his head upwards as his head throbbed at the news. It was a very good idea to contact Uzumaki's guardian. He inhaled deeply. Uzumaki's guardian had to be found, a talk would be needed to be conducted for them to understand what type of childhood they were dealing with. He knew the child was going through therapy, but what kind of horrible childhood did she have?

His stomach rumbled as images flooded through his mind.

It could only be hell for that child.

It has been a long time since I have been in the Hokage's office.

Naruto hovered above the office, legs crossed together as her six-year-old self kicked against the chair. Did she always used to pout? And cross her arms like that? She took the empty seat right beside her six-year-old self and stared at the Fourth Hokage photo. Her lips curled into a frown, eyebrows scrunctched together as the Third Hokage looked down at her.

Oh god, Naruto forgot how much she hated that disappointed look and she never realized how much Bakugou looked kind of similar to the Fourth Hokage.

"Naru-chan, I heard from Weseal, Monkey and Neko that you have got into a fight again."

Fight? Which fight were they talking about? The one with the genin? Or with that stupid Ami? She scratched her head as her younger self turned her head up, refusing to meet the Hokage's disappointed eyes. No, maybe it was a fight with Kiba. The bastard always told her that she smelt like a fox and even looked like one too.

"They started it!" Her younger self screamed. "The kids from that stupid Academy were picking on me! Are you sure they are going to be Shinobi? Because they are stupid."

Oh, this was the fight just before she decided to join the Academy. Naruto pressed her lips into a thin line and clenched her hands into a fist. Those bastards decided to bully her for no reason. She couldn't even remember why they were bullying her, but Naruto knew the words they spoke to her had always haunted her.

"Naru-chan, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"They told me that my parents abandoned me 'cuz I look like a stupid fox," her younger self slumped her shoulders and touched her whisker cheeks. "They say that I look like a blond Kyuubi! And that I was some kind of shapeshifter! I hate my stupid birthmarks! A-And they teased me about my hair! Not my fault that I don't know how to cut my hair!"

"I forgot about the stupid haircut," Naruto grumbled. "And wow even then I hated those whisker marks."

Her fingers traced the whisker marks around her cheeks, lips twitching as the unintentional words of Todoroki floated through her ears. Todoroki made it seem like her whisker marks added to her looks, which was kind of stupid since Naruto wasn't the prettiest girl.

"Naru-chan…"

The six-year-old Naruto sniffed. "My Mummy and Daddy didn't abandon me, did they? They are dead like you told me, right? I know ya said that I can't know anything about them till I am sixteen…but you can tell me this much right?"

The Third Hokage smiled but those dark eyes flashed with pain and understanding of what her six-year-old self was currently experiencing. Did he understand? Her whole identity rested on them. Naruto nibbled her lips. Who was going to tell her about her parents now that he was dead? She grinded her teeth, hands curled into a fist but the girl held herself back.

He wouldn't even feel a punch to the gut.

"Your parents are dead, Naru-chan."

How could he be so certain?

"Really? They didn't abandon me."

But they did abandon her. They allowed the Fourth Hokage to seal a monster inside of her, left her to fend for herself in a village filled with people that mostly hated her. She shook her head. Those emotions should not resurfaced. She might be wrong like she was with Ero-Sennin and Tsunade.

Maybe he had given her hints but her childhood self didn't realize it. There had to be a reason that she was going through this journey of terrible childhood memories. She bobbed her head. Yup, the old man would give her a hint and she would use all of her brains to figure it out.

Maybe then it would answer the question of why was she born.

"Naru-chan, your parents loved you with all of their heart."

But how could he know that?

Parents could hate their own kids, so why did they allow the Fourth Hokage to seal a monster inside of her? Why her? Why did he choose her? There had been so many orphans that day, but the bastard chose her. She gritted her teeth. The man must have chosen her because her parents didn't love her enough.

"If they love me then why aren't they here? Are you sure that they are really dead?" Her younger self looked so hopeful but it would crash soon. Her hope always crashed because the Hokage never allowed her to live in her delusions about her parents. Naruto exhaled as her body floated upwards towards the ceiling.

Sarutobi flickered his eyes to the photo of the Fourth Hokage and then looked back at her younger self, eyes filled with so much grief. He nodded, tapping his hat down as if he didn't want her to see his emotions. He never did when Naruto think about it.

"They were in the front lines, protecting the village from the Kyuubi."

Her younger self stiffened and Naruto blinked when she saw the clenched jaw of her younger self. Why was she acting like that? It was an honor. A great honor for any shinobi but… she never wanted to be a kunoichi at the time. Blue eyes grew large as her younger self sucked in a lungful of air and smiled tightly.

Had she always given a fake smile?

"So they were shinobi." Her younger self didn't sound or feel overjoyed at this knowledge, only upset at the knowledge that the man gave her.

Naruto doesn't even remember what her younger self was thinking at the time. It was weird? Because that was her sitting on the armchair across the Hokage. She chewed on her bottom lip as her younger self clenched her t-shirt.

"My parents wanted me to be a kunoichi, didn't they?"

That wasn't what went through her head.

" Yes."

"Would they be proud of me if I become a shinobi?" All smiles dropped from her six-year-old self face as her blue eyes stared at the various faces of the Hokage that came before and after the Third Hokage.

The man smiled. "Yes."

Naruto doesn't remember why she decided to become a kunoichi, but the question reminded her of her reasons. Mummy and Daddy were gone. They discarded their lives to become shinobi instead of choosing to remain with her. If she became a kunoichi then she could understand them. If she chose to protect the village they loved, then she would understand why they left her.

Naruto wanted to make them proud and happy with her, even though she didn't want to protect the village that brought her pain. The desire to make her parent proud had outweighed her desire for anything else. The fifteen-year-old girl smiled bitterly.

Her parents, respect and acknowledgment: all of that had been reasons Naruto wanted to be a kunoichi. The reasons she wanted to become Hokage but did she actually want it? Or was she more in love with the idea of making her deceased parents proud? In love with the idea of being acknowledged by people?

Was she doing things for the right reasons?

Sure Tsunade wanted her to come back and Naruto definitely didn't want to be hunted down by the ANBU, but she didn't choose to be a kunoichi for the right reasons. She didn't choose to be a hero for the right reasons.

Naruto slumped her shoulders.

Maybe she needed to figure out if she really wanted to be a Hero, because Naruto knew she doesn't want to be a kunoichi. She doesn't want to become Hokage, not when the village hated her. Tsunade might care for her and so did Jiraiya, along with Hinata but they were just a handful of people.

Most of the people in Konoha hated her and she doesn't want to lead them.

She doesn't want to become their leader, not when she felt disgusted with the thought of killing people. A Hokage should be able to make tough decisions, they should be able to kill people without a second thought and put the village first before their own needs. The village must be seen as the extension of their family.

But how could she see a village as a part of her family when the civilians hated her?

She needed to figure out what she wanted to be, because Naruto wanted to make a decision based on her own feelings and desires.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter. What do you think of the character interactions? Of the developments of the characters.