DISCLAIMER: 'Naruto' is not mine, the only thing that I own of this story, is its storyline and the new characters presented.
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San: Something New
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! Future Hokage of Konoha," the boy squawked gaily, his eyes curving into thin slits upon his gentle face.
There was an awkward moment of silence as the genin stood tall, his pride heightening his confidence. Hiroshi simply quirked a curious eyebrow, and as Naruto noticed the aloofness of the two shinobi around him, the grin that was once so artistically chiseled across his face faded as the boy proceeded to ask a question.
"So what is your business here in Konoha?"
"I demand an immediate audience with the Hokage of this village," the silver-haired boy said, his voice smooth and trained.
Naruto looked as if he had pondered over what the boy had just said before putting on a mirthful grin.
"Obaa-chan? You want to see obaa-chan," the genin screeched, his voice overflowing with intrusiveness.
"Hai, if that is the Hokage of Konoha."
Though Naruto was curious on why the mysterious shinobi wanted to meet with the Hokage, the boy shrugged, figuring he would find out in good time. Sakura, on the other hand, looked at the boy skeptically, before letting her mind wonder into a realm of pointless thoughts.
"Ok then," the blonde screamed again, grinning sheepishly, "If you want to meet obaa-chan then follow me."
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Hokage Tower: Tsunade's Office
The sun beat upon the windows of the office, the glass amplifying its warmth. The women setting at the desk brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat the threatened to sting her eyes. She sighed to herself.
"Hokage-sama," a voice said formally from behind the entrance to her den.
"Hai, Arashi-san?"
"I wouldn't mind if you did not call me 'san,' I am much lower than you on the totem poll, Hokage-sama," the Anbu told Tsunade, fidgeting with his mask.
"I do it because you please me, your hard work is diligent, and you are one of finest people I know," the Hokage said between her grinning teeth, " Anyway, what did you call me for?"
"Yes, of course. Naruto, one of his teammates and a-the boy are here to meet with you," the masked man assured her.
Nodding to herself from inside the confines of her office she took a deep relaxing breath, and casually leaned back in her chair.
"Let them in," the door opened slowly, three shinobi entered her office, all of which bowed low and held the position for a short amount of time.
"Konbanwa, Ikaga desu ka," Tsunade asked the silver-haired shinobi, deciding to lighten the tense air that hung around the mysterious boy in front of her. (Good evening, how are you?)
"Okagasama de genki desu, Hokage-sama. Anata wa," the boy asked politely (Very well, thank you. And you?)
Tsunade smiled to herself, 'such manners,' she thought. As she conjured up how to approached the boy in a conversation she chose what she was best at: the direct approach.
"I'm doing very well myself, thank you. So, kid, what's your name," she asked openly.
"Kamatari Hiroshi, Hokage-sama."
"And what is your business with me, and this village," she met his gaze, her piercing eyes meeting his dark brown orbs.
"My village was massacred," he explained, "I-I came hear on my own free will, to ask for a home and protection. I was originally headed for Umigakure but stopped here; planning to restock on supplies. Seeing how I already made some-," the boy stopped, glancing at Naruto, "friends. I suppose there is no harm in residing here in your beautiful village, governed by an even more beautiful Hokage."
Naruto gaped. 'Is he hitting on obaa-chan! Hmm…guess he doesn't know about that Genital Seal thingy, neh? Or was it genesis?' the boys mind was racing with questions, for he was quite pleasantly surprised, but he shrugged them off and remained tentative. Tsunade was equally flabbergasted.
"I am flattered," she cooed batting her eye lashes, 'Ah damn, what have I go myself into now,' Hiroshi thought, mentally beating his face in.
"I feel inclined to let you live here for the time being, so as of know you will reside here until I give the word of whether your registration is permanent or not, Wakarimasu ka," she asked, (Do you understand?)
"Hai, Hokage-sama," Hiroshi answered in submission.
"Good."
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Journey to Konoha Training Grounds: Via Team 7
It had been quite some time since the meeting with the Hokage, and Hiroshi grew more adapt to the presence of his new friends. His ears had automatically modified themselves so that the obnoxious tirades and gloats coming from blonde genin's mouth where - for the most part - muted and ignored. The suns searing heat had not dulled and its relentless warmth still bore upon the three shinobi like none other. They were strolling down a road in the colossal village that incased them, heading toward a meeting spot that Sakura recalled Kakashi telling her about privately.
"May I be so polite as to ask you family name Sakura," Hiroshi asked, fidgeting with something dwelling in his left pocket. "I know Naruto's, for he prominently stated his back when we first met but I never caught yours."
Sakura looked pleasantly surprised by the question, it had come out of nowhere, and she was beginning to believe the silver-haired boy was becoming uncomfortable due to the ghastly silence.
"Haruno Sakura is my full name. I am sorry that I did not formally introduce myself earlier," she told.
"Oh, no problem, I was just wondering because for the time being I am a guest here and I want to call you by your names instead of, 'kid,' and 'yo,'" Sakura chuckled to herself, the blood rushing to her face as she turned her head.
The group continued there journey to the meeting spot and the rest of the walk was shrouded in silence. So, taking advantage of the peace the boy began to think. 'Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto, eh? There sensei must be quiet the person to put up with the volume of the blonde boy. He is quiet the oddity. People have been shooting him malevolent glares, hence none seeming to faze him. I wonder what the shadows of his past holds, and more or less the future of this boy.' Hiroshi sighed, shoving the thoughts away, as Sakura had stated they had arrived. The pink haired girl had darted off heading towards a stoic looking boy with black hair. Hiroshi bent down slightly and decided to ask Naruto what the raven-haired boys name was.
"So what is his name," Hiroshi asked, his eyes directed toward the target of his question.
"Who? Sasuke-bastard," the boy asked innocently, as if oblivious of the profanity coming from his mouth.
"I suppose."
"His full name is Uchiha Sasuke, but don't be fooled by his 'handsome' face though - as Sakura calls it -," he mumbled disappointedly, "because deep down inside, within the depth of his very heart and soul…yea, he's a real ass." Hiroshi winced as the word 'ass' erupted from the boys mouth, the ending of the word making him sound as if he were hissing evilly. 'This kid curses too much for his age, a substantial amount of baby fat still delineates his cheeks so I am guessing he is around 13. I'll need to work with him,' Hiroshi thought feeling like more of a brother to the boy then a comrade.
Hiroshi had barely noticed the tall man that was leaning against a pole, his eyes half mast. He wore dark blue pants that halted near the middle of his calve, for bandaged were wrapped around his legs from there under. A large green vest hung comfortably upon his shoulders, which at the top of the vest sprouted a mask that incased the majority of his face. His hands were placed casually in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on Hiroshi, scanning him thoroughly.
"Sasuke-kun! What are you doing tonight! Would you be so kind to accompany in going to d-," Sakura attempted to get out but the boy replied coldly with a harsh 'no,' turned and gazed into the nothingness of the sky. Sakura was about to ask the stoic boy once again, but as her mouth began to open the silver-haired man interrupted her.
"Enough Sakura, Hokage-sama sent Arashi-san to find me and told me to test this boy's potential. He is obviously a point of interest, and of Tsunade-san's curiosity, thus being our main objective," the man explained. His eye curved up on his face, and the hint of a smile beneath his make was drawn my wrinkles in the cloth.
"My name is Hatake Kakashi," the man said happily, directing attention to Hiroshi, "And yours is?"
"Kamatari Hiroshi."
"Ah, Hiroshi, I see. As I stated before I am ordered to test your strength, so call for me when you are ready for a duel," Kakashi itched his nose through his mask.
"I understand," Hiroshi said nodding his head once, briefly closing his eyes.
Kakashi acknowledged the boy's answer with a short nod, and proceed to explain the rules to the fight. "This bout will enable you to use projectiles and noting else that has to do with weaponry. Justu's of all types are allowed, as for personal bloodlines, you may not activate them. You are allowed to kill me, but I am restricted in the act of killing you, so try your best so I may measure your full potential. With that information I will introduce it to the Counsel of Konoha and they will decide what shinobi rank you will be graduated upon," Kakashi dabbled with a pocket on his vest and then rubbed the back of his neck. Once satisfied he proceeded to talk.
"We will travel to the training grounds and there I will wait until you are ready. You may warm up and stretch if you wish, but there is one condition. This fight must be over by sunset," he expound, "If not the consciences will be your forfeit, Wakarimasu ka?"
"Hai, Kakashi-sensei," the boy looked Kakashi in the eyes, and narrowed them. 'You're going down Hatake Kakashi," Hiroshi thought sadistically, 'That I promise you.'
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A/N: From now on I will me putting translations in parenthesis so there is no further need to do the 'translations' thing unless someone asks me to. I am getting back into my grove to I hope you like my writing style. I apologize for any grammar of spelling errors for in the future and from within this chapter. Thank you for the review 'Xoni Newcomer,' you were a great help and I will steer away from 'OC' stories from now on. I just got back from France, so I hope my writing has not faltered, but instead heightened. Next chapter might be delighted slightly because some relatives are coming over and I will be forced into having some 'family time.' Once again, thank you.