Uzumaki Shisekieimaru made his way to the apartment of the Clan Head as his wife slept. He knew the boy was awake, as he'd seen the light on when he'd gone outside to get some air. Throughout his life, he'd lost or been forced to give up many things. When he had come to Konoha with his wife's family, the most recent thing he'd been forced to give up had been his family name. He and his children had been put down as Uzumaki on all of the forms, and they had been registered before he could object and have them corrected.

In a way, it had given him a fresh start, as he had left his name behind with his former home. But, it still upset him that he had been forced to lose even this to Konoha long after he had lost his family's inn to the destruction that Konoha had caused during the last war and he'd been forced to move in with his wife's family. There was one thing that he would not give up however. He would give up his home, as he'd been forced to once before. He'd give up his name, since he didn't have any other choice. But, he would not give up his, his wife's and his children's religion.

He knocked on the door, and eventually the small boy who looked vaguely like his son answered. The boy who was dressed in shabby white pajamas and a cap that looked like it was eating his head stared at him for a moment before inviting him inside. The boy's apartment was just as shabby as the ones that had been given to the rest of the family, though it looked like someone had tried to cover this fact by repainting the place. The furniture appeared to either be third hand or to have been rescued from the trash.

While he hadn't been a ninja, his mother had taught him how to deal with Genjutsu, in order to keep his Shinobi customers from cheating him. His surroundings didn't change after he had "disrupted his Chakra" and discreetly pricked himself with a pin. Apparently this wasn't the sort of clan where the head lived in the lap of luxury while the others scrabbled to support him, unlike other clans he could name. Uzumaki Naruto hadn't been generous with the food allowance not because he was stingy, but because he couldn't afford to be. It was quite possible that the meager grocery money that the boy had handed out comprised of his entire savings. Masao had said that the boy wouldn't let them starve, but he had seen the frown on the man's face when the child had handed out the food money the same as everyone else.

With Clan Head as the only active ninja, and a Genin at that, it was unlikely that their situation would improve anytime soon since he had a feeling that jobs would be rather scarce for refugees from Iwa, as they would be in Iwa for refugees from Konoha. There was some small hope that Momochi, er Uzumaki Zabuza might be able to become an active Konoha ninja someday. He had a feeling that his family had been treated a bit more harshly than the Kiri nin had because they were from Iwa, and the survivors of the last war would most likely resent their presence otherwise. They'd resent their presence regardless, but it would be more difficult if his brother-in-law and his younger daughter tried to join the ranks of Konoha's Shinobi Forces, especially considering the fact that his brother-in-law had been on the other side of the battlefield a little more than a decade before.

"What do you want?" the boy who had invited him into his home asked.

"There's something I would like to discuss with you." he replied.

Instead of making him kneel or something like that since he was making a request, the boy invited him to sit at his dinner table while he pulled a kettle off the stove and grabbed two cups of instant noodles out of a cabinet that was stocked entirely with them. He set one of the cups before him before pouring water from the kettle into his own cup.

"Now what was it you wanted to talk about?" the boy finished when he was done pouring water into the cup of ramen he'd been offered.

He launched into the speech he'd spent the evening mentally preparing. When it was over, a bored looking Naruto said "I think there's a shrine or something to that god like three streets over. You can go there whenever you want to" before he turned to him and asked him if he was going to eat his ramen. It took him ten full seconds to realize that the matter had been settled and that his new Clan Head had ruled in his favor. By then, the boy had taken his silence as an apparent negative, reclaimed the cup of ramen that had just been sitting there in front of him throughout his entire speech, and devoured it.

He quickly wished his new Clan Head a good evening. He would have to ask his wife to start teaching the boy proper manners in the morning. Apparently, the child had been left on his own for far too long, and had forgotten them if they had even been taught to him in the first place.

"So you were actually inside his apartment?" Uzumaki Koyo asked his brother-in-law the next morning when they had left the "Clan Compound" in order to start looking for work. "What was it like?"

"Let's just say that the kid might know a couple good dumps to get furniture from." Shisekiemaru replied.

It would seem that the communal coffers that clans tended to set up and pay into in order to help members who were out of work and couldn't support themselves - usually because of a serious injury - were empty, and that the family grocery money that the Clan Head had handed out had come from the child's personal savings which had more than likely become severely depleted if not drained entirely. It should have been obvious now that he thought about it, considering the fact that before their arrival in Konoha, there had only been two Uzumaki in residence, and one of them had time to play "Gate Guard".

Finding work had been impossible. While they had been barely tolerated when they had gone out to get groceries, the minute they stepped into a place of business and mentioned the Help Wanted sign, even that little bit of good will swiftly dried up. One thing they never ran short of was glares and cold looks. The thing they heard most frequently was "...from Iwa. They're his family". After a hard day's searching, they made their way home tired, and temporarily defeated.

When they reached the Apartment building, they found their Masao and their new Clan Head outside. The child was pouring orange paint into a large number of buckets, and their father was standing there watching.

"What's he doing?" Koyo asked when he reached his father.

"I have absolutely no idea." Masao replied. "He said something about finishing the painting this evening because his Sensei had entered his team into the Chunin Exams."

"The job's only half done. There's no way he'd be able to finish it by himself in anything lest than a week." Koyo replied as he watched the boy fill the buckets with his father standing on one side and his brother-in-law on the other, all three of them ready to help the minute the child asked. One good thing about their new Clan Head was that he wasn't the sort of brat that demanded others to do things he wasn't willing to do himself, or at least he hadn't been so far.

"TAJUU KAGE BUNSHIN NO JUTSU!"

Suddenly, the area was filled with what had to be at least a hundred of their Clan Head. The boy truly was the son of the Yellow Flash. As he watched the clones each grab a bucket and get to work, an idea as to how they could pull off the faking of the Hiraishin hit him. His father had mentioned something about summoning seals last night while he studied the three pronged kunai that he'd pulled off the battlefield during his early days as a Chunin.

"Dad," Koyo said, turning to his father. "I have an idea..."

Edited 2-27-17.