Hey guys, it's-a me, ... uh... me!!! It's another chapter for you guys!

To tell you the truth, I didn't really think that this chapter would be this long. It's a little more than six pages. Some of you may have noticed that Naruto's outfit is much like K's (pronounced K dash) outfit in the SNK game King of Fighters. I basically took his outfit and slapped it onto Naruto. I think it would look good on him though.

There is a bit of humor in this chapter. I just had to throw it in there. We can't really expect Hinata to not daydream, right?

I don't own Naruto or King of Fighters. Please read and review.

Chapter Seven: Lunch break at the Ichiraku

Hinata was now at the Shinobi Monument. She knelt down and slowly tears began to form. She let them down unhindered. Hinata could feel the painful memory of the worst day in her life burning in the back of her mind.

Flashback

Hinata quickly approached the Konoha gates. Naruto's team had just gotten back. She got to there and only saw two genin instead of the usual three. None of them were smiling.

"Ano sa, Sakura, where's Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked. Sakura simply looked at her, then back at Sasuke. He nodded.

"Hinata, we need to talk to you. It's about Naruto." Sakura said.

"Why? Did something... happen? He didn't do anything... stupid, did he?" Hinata inquired. Inside, Sasuke and Sakura felt that Hinata knew what had happened to Naruto. Perhaps she was just acting like it wasn't true.

"No, he did not do something stupid, at least not by your standards," Hinata decided that he would be at the hospital and started to go down towards it. Until Sasuke finished his sentence, "And he's not in the hospital either."

"Then what happened?"

"... He died." Sasuke activated his Sharingan. "And I have these to prove it."

"You killed him?" Hinata yelled out. It was rare that she talked out loud.

"No, I did not kill him. Not intentionally at least. He pushed me out of a ring of exploding notes and fell off of the bridge." 'I was too weak to save him... I killed him... because of me being too damn weak...' Sasuke contemplated, a deep frown grew onto his face.

"No... Naruto-kun... h-he can't... he promised me..." Hinata fell to her knees and cried. Sasuke and Sakura knelt down to her.

"I'm sorry, Hinata-san, but sometimes, promises can't be kept."

End Flashback

She snuck a look at the necklace her Naruto-kun gave her exactly five years ago. She held onto it without plans of letting it go. Not for a long time. "Well Naruto-kun, at least you are respected now in Konoha." Hinata whispered. She continued to cry again. A man who was admiring his sunglasses picked up all this crying.

'These sunglasses are pretty cool. Not like Shino's or that closet pervert's. Nope, these sunglasses are one of a kind, made by me, Uzumaki Naruto.' He was admiring his work of art. He had made the sunglasses to be able to see through genjutsus. So far, with this wonderful pair of sunglasses, he has been able to see through and counter each and every one of them, turning the genjutsu against the user. Now, all that was left was using it against the Mangekyou Sharingan, which he was saving for if he ever got into a fight with Itachi.

However, it was cut short when his acute hearing heard the cry of a woman. He took a sniff, smelling tears and pinpointing the direction of the crying. 'I would never had been able to hear or smell her if the Kyuubi never tried to get out of me.'

When Naruto was fifteen, about a month after he fell off of the bridge, the Kyuubi sealed inside of him wanted out. It began to attack Naruto's mind and it would not have been long until Naruto would have been overtaken. His body and clothing was the first to change.

Any clothing that he had ever worn in his life, with the exception of undergarments and shirts, had turned black. Shortly after the transformation, he never wore a shirt underneath his leather jacket. Any jacket he had worn turned into a black leather one, and his pants became black jeans. He no longer wore sandals, but black shoes. As for the necklace, he had no idea as to how it got there. It seemed to have materialized out of thin air. A red metallic-looking glove began to form over his right hand. His skin became a dark tan and it hid the whisker marks on his cheeks very well, but the seal on his stomach was still there, but that changed too. It was now the Japanese kanji for kitsune. You could only see the whisker marks if you looked at the face for a very long time. His muscles began to change to a very toned form, though not bulging. His hair and voice were the last to change. It turned from its regular blonde color and spiky style to a dazzling silver with a nice messy look while his voice became deeper, that of a man. Naruto later found out that this was the human form that the Yondaime squared off against when the Kyuubi demon attacked. Luckily for him, it was just the body that did the changing.

Naruto may have lost his body to the Kyuubi, but not his mind. He would never surrender control to the Kyuubi, and now, he was in total control of his new body, which was much better in many ways than his previous one, and he could tap into the Kyuubi's chakra at will. In the end, it was the Kyuubi's loss. He could summon foxes to help him and even transform into his true demon form if the need to do so arose.

Now about the glove: It was a rather interesting piece of equipment. No matter how hard Naruto tugged, the glove never came off. It was like a piece of his skin, though it was metallic and kunais and swords can't even scratch it. But Naruto was still in the process of solving the mysteries behind it. It was gray before it turned red.

What had happened was that, shortly after the Kyuubi fused with Naruto, he was trying to create a new jutsu when he accidentally lit his left hand on fire. Using the gloved hand, he, through reflexes, grabbed his burning hand. The glove quickly absorbed the flames, not leaving a single burn mark on his left hand or the glove. The glove wasn't even warm from the fire. Naruto decided that, though it had led to some interesting results, he would put off making jutsus for now. But a little more than a day later, his glove had turned red after a bright light engulfed it. During the transformation, which took about ten seconds, his right hand felt as if it was stabbed by a thousand kunais.

The glove was able to use fire without the need of hand seals; all he needed was to focus a small amount of his chakra into the glove for it to be engulfed in flames. It was rather useful in a pinch. When he used his regular chakra, the flame burned blue. But when he used the Kyuubi's chakra, it burned red. It was a rather strange glove, but, other than ten shurikens, three kunais, three exploding tags and a smoke bomb, it was the only piece of battle equipment he needed during the five years after taking a trip on a bridge in the wrong manner.

Naruto began to move toward the position of the crying woman. He was in the forest, sleeping. When he left the forest, he saw Hinata, crying. 'Hinata? Is that her? Why is she crying... and why does it... hurt to see her cry?' Each sobbing cry was like a poison, slowly working its way to Naruto's heart. He quickly shoved the thoughts from out of his head and walked towards her. 'I better hide my real identity from her. Perhaps I can find out a few things that happened so far.'

"Hey, what are you crying over?" Naruto called out. Hinata turned around and saw Naruto, though she didn't know it was he. With a small yelp, she quickly found herself behind the Shinobi Monument, blushing like a tomato and tapping her index fingers. 'What's wrong with me? I haven't been like this for years! And I only did this in the presence of Naruto-kun! WHAT'S GOING ON???''

'Same old Hinata.'

"N-nothing. I'm just visiting an old friend of mine."

"Oh. And who might his old friend be? If I remember correctly, this stone is where the name of the shinobis who died for the success of their missions is engraved here. Was he your lover?"

"Well, I was his lover. I don't think he really noticed me, and I was never able to tell him," She walked out from behind the stone. "He was a good man. I really loved him with all my heart. I come here everyday," Somehow, seeing Hinata like this caused Naruto much grief. "Tomorrow will mark the fifth year of the day of his death." Naruto quickly wiped a tear that had managed to escape from underneath his sunglasses. Not only was he hurting because Hinata was crying, but also because it hurt him that the man failed to realize that she had really loved him.

"Such faithfulness, even to a man who is dead. May I mourn with you for your friend tomorrow?"

"Umm... sure. I see no harm in that..." After all this there was a short pause. Then, remembering her manners, she spoke up again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've forgotten my manners. My name is Hyuuga Hinata."

"Hello, Hinata-san."

"Hinata. Just call me Hinata." There was an awkward silence. "So what's your name?"

"My name is Kawasaki Hatori. I'm actually a travel-nin, going places and all." He jerked his head toward his fairly large green backpack. Hinata, however, was in deep contemplation.

'Kawasaki Hatori. THE Kawasaki Hatori. THE Demon Shinobi? Why is he at Konoha? He may be a travel-nin, but like Sasuke said, I'll try to play it safe. But I already gave him my name... I'll just have to be careful from here on out.' She thought.

"It is nice to meet you, Hatori-san."

"Personally, I respond more often to Hatori." Naruto said. "So, Hinata, want to go for lunch? It's almost noon." As if on cue, Hinata's stomach growled. Blushing a little, she gave him her verdict.

"Yeah, lunch sounds perfectly fine."

Later

'I have NO crazy idea as to how Sasuke was able to deal with fan girls for the many years of his life...But since their out chasing me, that means that Sasuke must have gotten married to Sakura.'

"So how do you know your way around this place so well?" Hinata asked. Naruto had just managed to avoid his own fan girls. He would never understand why they chased males around. They had been following him for the last thirty minutes, asking for a kiss, a peek under his sunglasses, bearing his children, and the list went on. He had just managed to lose them via a route that he knew from his genin years.

"Well, I have been here before, being a travel-nin. So I vaguely remember this place. Now if I'm right, there should be a place around this corner that serves some nice ram...en" Naruto had just walked around the corner to see the Ichiraku twice as big as he remembered it. Even without their best customer, they were doing just fine. Hinata just blushed and became timid again, tapping her index fingers.

'This was Naruto-kun's favorite place to eat.' She thought. She then saw Naruto's, or in her case, Hatori's, hand wave in front of her face.

"Hinata, are you there? Let's take a seat." She sat down next to him, giving a deep blush. "Today, lunch is on me." He smiled. 'I haven't had ramen for the last five years. Though I now enjoy other foods, I think I'll take a trip down memory lane.' He looked at the chef. It was the same old man. Naruto smiled. "Ano sa, Oyaji! Give me a Miso Pork ramen, please! What do you want, Hinata?" He turned to look at her through his sunglasses.

"I'll have a Shrimp ramen." She stated quietly. 'Hey... since when did I start to talk quietly again? What's going on with me today?' She did her best to ignore the thought and began to eat the ramen in front her.

"I'll have a Miso ramen now." The chef looked at the twenty-year old man. Without a second thought, he whipped up another course of that wonderfully delicious stringy stuff for the voracious young adult. Right under the chef's very eyes, the noodles seemed to vanish completely as if by genjutsu.

"Give me a... hmm... now which one haven't I had for a while..." he took a look at the menu. The old man simply sweatdropped and Hinata simply giggled at Hatori's antics. The last time he had a customer who ate this much was exactly five years ago, right down to the day.

Lunch would continue like this until there were ten bowls piled up next to Naruto, all of them empty. Hinata just had one. Naruto paid for lunch, which he had taken out from his own new fox wallet, which was filled to the brim with cash though it never really seemed to show it. Yes, even his wallet had changed, thanks to the Kyuubi.

"Thank you for paying for lunch, Hatori."

"Hey, no problem. Want me to walk you back home?"

"That would be nice." Hinata said. They left the Ichiraku, heading back to her apartment. They talked about many things, like the ninja revolutions, recent movies, and the common hatred of Jiraiya's perverted books. He would have led her to the Hyuuga estate, but by playing it safe, he chose to follow her lead.

"This is it. Thanks, Hatori." She stopped outside of the apartment complex.

"No problem. I guess I'll meet you here tomorrow morning then. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be familiarizing myself with this place and evading crazy fan girls." Hatori began to walk away from the apartment complex. Hinata was looking at his backside with a deep blush. Hatori left in the direction of the Hokage building, planning to get a look at how things have changed and to drop off a package that would bring joy to the many citizens of Konoha.

'He sure has a nice butt... Oh My Gosh! What am I thinking??? I'm not a hentai! Not a hentai!'

Hinata, instead of going inside of her apartment complex, ran to find Sasuke. With her Byakuugan, that wasn't very hard. When she found him, she ran up to him and began to talk, her face still blushing and the thought of Hatori's wonderfully nice butt etched in her mind.

"Sasuke! pant You know the guy you told me about his morning?"

"You mean that Kawasaki Hatori? Yes, I remember, why?" Sasuke asked.

"Well, it appears that he has come to Konoha."

"NANI?!?"

"He says he's a travel-nin and that he's been here before. But there's something... strange about him. When he saw me crying over Naruto-kun, he said that he felt saddened by the site and asked me if he could mourn with us tomorrow."

"What did you say to him?"

"I told him that he could. Could you please tell Neji-nii-san, Tenten-nii-chan, Lee-san, and the Rookie Nine about this when you find them? You guys are coming tomorrow, right?" Hinata inquired.

"Alright, I'll do that. Of course we're coming tomorrow. Plus, this guy could be really dangerous." Hinata then left. 'So... Kawasaki Hatori. We meet at last. Perhaps we may be able to see who truly deserves the title of Demon Shinobi.'

Meanwhile

Naruto had taken a little walk to the Hokage's office. Girls were following him everywhere. 'I can't stand them anymore! I need a way to throw them off!' He thought a bit and then simply gave up. He couldn't think of an idea without revealing his identity or harming them, which, though very tempting, was not his goal as of right now. And genjutsu was out of the menu; doing so could alert the shinobis on guard. 'I wonder how Hinata's doing... Huh? How did that get in there?'

Having reached the Hokage's office, there were a few guards here and there.

"Halt. State your purpose."

"Here." Naruto reached into his backpack and pulled out the bag with Orochimaru's head in it. He tossed it to the guard who caught and opened it. He almost dropped it from shock.

"T-This... This is Orochimaru's head! Who are you? And how were you able to defeat Orochimaru?"

"Well, let's just say that I'm not your normal shinobi." With that and a foxy grin, Naruto disappeared in a puff of smoke. The guard quickly ran to talk to the Hokage.

Naruto's back, and this time, Hinata's clueless as well!!! So how will Hinata deal with the thoughts of Naruto's sexy butt? Find out next time in Chapter Eight: Catching Up On Old Times!