This is totally a Filler.
Sasuke, so came forth a name he hadn't expected to draw upon in consideration. Alas, he found himself sitting amongst the company of Yamanaka Ino and so remembering his old friend in a random bid of recollection. It came upon the glimpsing thought of his time just before having been transported within his -now- favoured time frame; in remembrance, he could recall having been seeking, chacing the Uchiha to bring him back to Konoha. Then, as it so occurred by pure happenstance, he had ended up in a romance, in a marriage, with his best friend's long-ago ancestor, indeed a man whom had been and remained a legend amongst those of his own generation. -Well, Naru considered, was he in truth an Omega of this generation? Or did he belong to Madara and Hashirama's time? The question was one which he pertained no actual answer unto.- In sitting sipping upon the mint tea Ino had brewed, he had taken to looking about himself in an evaluation of change- naturally, he had somewhat done one already in watching the buildings shift by him in his walk.
The understanding he had come to was that his village had managed to alternate drastically away from what he was accustomed to, in thinking of his clan, their shrinking from a proud district to a minimalized compound was near insulting. In fact, upon himself, it was a large insult unto his pride as an Uchiha Omega, Naruto had taken to regarding his Clan name as a point of considerable honour within the village despite never being known or acknowledged under such a title. Indeed, as he stared into his tea, a vague smile came in the form of a small outline as he recalled his own stupidity while having been courted by his husband. That is several occurrences in which he had completely forgotten his knowing of Madara's future infancy as an enemy of Konoha.
He took a sip of the green in his cup, glancing upwards and outwards of the window to his left with his chin on his hand, watching at the beginning rain drizzling outside. Somewhere within his eyes, the deep navy began to merge amongst the pale blue resting in his irises, this, as his memories coalesced together into a romantic drifting he gladly allowed himself to drop within. It brought the much joyous thought of his homupowa, even alongside those memories came the glimpsing visions of his clanmates, a welcoming visage of Kou in all his brunette beauty, simpering in his direction while holding tightly onto Naori's arm a bright gleam shining within his eyes. Naori stood glaring at first, but slowly she came to a smile, a small twinkle in her irises. Naka stood beside her with his wife Uchiha-nee Lee Sakura with her shimmering black hair and enlargened -protruding- muscles. Alongside them were those whom he knew well as friendships; Uchiha Baru and Uchiha-nee Senju Waki, Uchiha Hikaku and Uchiha-nee Nara Taiji, even amongst them stood Bou and Uchiha-nee Sarutobi Wakaba, Rai too, and his newly-made wife of the Akimichi clan, Naiha. The recollection came upon him as a cruel consideration which he found in a bitterness, pained by the understanding that he would not be standing beside his clanmates under the cooling chakra of his husband's body.
The scene shifted then, wherein he was then sitting beside Madara in the gleaming bright sunlight upon the peaceful cliffside. Above them sat Daisuke perched in contentful rest, beside them lay Jiraiya on top of his father's lap and happily sleeping as a young boy should, Naruto watched the scene, as his own hand began to pet at his son's spikeful fatherlike hair, it was a brief moment, but he saw himself lean in to kiss at the corner of Madara's lips. Watching at the stoic man gave a grin, as his own indigo eyes looked upon the village scenery. Hashirama's pregnant visage walked up to them then, and the warm memory broke.
Naruto sighed heavily as he drew himself up from his resting position on the window, sipping at his semi-cold tea as he stared upon the falling raindrops. With his cup at his mouth was when the door opened, and he turned automatically to the possible attacker -despite his own doubt in regards to the latter possibility, especially in seeing the youngest Hyuga heiress walk inside with her jacket covering herself from the rain. By his own experience, Hinata was rarely a threat to anyone, and by the standard, he now held in lew of his experience during the time of the first Hokage, she was hardly a threat at all. It brought him into a light worry for the girl in truth, with such skill she could easily be killed by anyone of average abilities. And despite his own belief that all persons could be shinobi, he had no desire to watch a friend die. The Hyuga was a woman whom had always been of a kind disposition to all, even unto himself, and Naruto, therefore, regarded upon her in friendship. No matter the simplistic fact, he wouldn't want her to parish regardless. Yet, it still stood, that being cautious in watching her entrance would protect him from nothing, Hinata would do nothing unto him. Or anyone, he doubted.
It was rather random unto his own mind, especially considering his current mindset, but he chose to greet her. "Hey, Hinata!" A grin even smoothed itself onto his lips unexpectedly. Moreso in amusement, as she flushed a brightened pink and crashed into a coathanger in her attempt to back away from him, for the reason only she knew in certainty. The laugh he let forth in response was quite automatic, despite his own quick movements to aid her flustered self. A quite accidentally gripping moment, as by his own quick motions in an attempt to help he managed to grab at her arse while he was trying to grab ahold near her tailbone. Then by his own reluctance of the action and the accident which it was, he flung his hands away quickly, entirely letting go of the girl and causing her to completely lose her balance, and thus fall onto the ground- caught only barely by the quick action of her hands.
He flinched backwards in a pang of sudden guilt.
"Oh! Hinata-chan I apologize, for all my mistakes therein. I most certainly did not attempt to grab you by your- or indeed to drop you thusly." In automatic regulation of simplistic forgiving action, he reached down towards her fallen self to -hopefully- aid her back upon her feet once more. By his own misfortuned luck, she took his hand then, and he managed then to pull her forth without insident.
"Oh… um… ano... t-thats okay n-n-naruto-kun… i don't mind… NO!... I-i- mean… I know you didnt…." He paused a moment, not fully understanding, nor indeed, hearing her underneath the intense mumbling and whispering she always managed to pertain as her own unique quirk. Yet, it came through as comprehensible, and by the interesting manner of her mumble, he found himself grinning towards her blushing face. The way which she held herself reminded him strangely of Wakaba, her demeanour of embarrassment and disconfidence had the same type of conduct as the sick woman he'd once known. It gave him a warming thought in consideration of the Hyuuga before him, quite random in construct, but, it gave him the memory of how he had met his husband. He knew his own behaviour had originally struck him into ill-favour with the man, however, his own misconduct gave him the recollection of his own bad demeanour before a clan head.
"Chrysanthemums," Naruto said it in a sudden thought but gave no regret towards the word. Happily smiling towards the girl whose hand he still held gently unto. "They're my favourite flowers, red ones specifically. What about you?" It was a question which he made in the want of getting to know Hinata better, under an actual acquaintanceship rather then a simplistic comradence- or acknowledgement. She blinked, pale eyes casting downwards in thought, and a gentle finger roose to her lips.
"Um...white lilies." The answer came quietly, much as he expected. In his own ponderance, and remembrance of the Uchiha meanings which he could recall, he knew that a white lily represented; sweetness and purity.
Much unto his own selfish, egotistical considerence, he drew upon the narcissistic thought; they would represent his son in perfection.
