It was the first time that Diego Armando had been out of his room for a long time. It was a miracle that he was even alive. Diego had all his food and medication fortified in black coffee. In his younger years, Diego would have over twenty cups of coffee a day: no milk or sugar. Like many of the residents up in the dining room, he was also a lawyer.

Hiashi had wheeled past his room a couple of times. He had been in the home for a month, and he had never seen Diego's door open. The staff had sat Hiashi and Diego together on a small round table in the corner of the dining room. The first thing that stood out was his bright white hair and scars around his eyes.

"So you're the new kid on the block?" Diego spoke out. His smooth talking gave away Diego's youth. The way Diego spoke made Hiashi feel he was an inmate from prison.

"I'm hardly a kid." Hiashi rolled his eyes. "I'm 61."

Diego slurped a cup of coffee in one go and raised his cup in air. "Same age as me. He leaned over from the edge of wheelchair. "You got a kitty."

"I don't have any pets," Hiashi replied. "My granddaughter has a pet dog."

"I'm not talking about pets," Diego hissed. "I'm talking about women."

Hiashi gulped. He was beginning to think that he would rather be on the other table hearing Manfred screaming like a banshee. "My wife's dead."

"Mine too," Diego announced. "Any offspring."

"I have two daughters."

"I don't have any family." Diego shook his head as he helped himself to more coffee. "Everyone is either gone or dead. Don't blame them. I understand that they don't want to have anything to do with pathetic old me." Godot tossed his cup at Manfred, causing it to break on his neck as black coffee splattered all over Manfred, and the other gentlemen at his table. Godot clicked his fingers and grinned. "That's a nice white jacket by the way."

"Mr. Armando!" Matron Blissey roared as if she was a teacher at a high school. "Please do not throw things across the room."

"Take Mr. Armando back to his room please," Sakura whispered to two of the carers.

"What on earth was that for?" Hiashi snapped as he held onto his poncho that Hinata had knitted for him. "And thank you, but it's not white: it's red."

"Is it?" Diego opened his eyes wider and pushed himself back as carers wheeled him out of the room. "The colour red doesn't exist in my world. I'll see you again."

"Look here, Nurse!" Samuel echoed as danced into the room with a large photo frame in his hand. He went over to Sakura with a huge smile on his face. "I've found a rare pokemon."

Hiashi gasped. "That's my daughter's wedding photo."

"That's lovely," Sakura praised Samuel and tapped him on the shoulder. "But he belongs to somebody else."

"Somebody has caught this already?" Samuel squinted and appeared confused.

"Yes," Sakura declared. "If you give him to me, I can take him home."

"You can do that?" Samuel began to cry. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to steal a pokemon off somebody else."

"Aww," Sakura sighed as she managed to get the photo back from Samuel. "Don't cry. Why don't you stay here and have a cup of tea?"

Samuel's cries ceased as he nodded his head. "Oh Nurse, you're a superstar!"

Sakura turned her head to one of the carers. "Make Professor Oak a cup of tea please." She then looked over at Hiashi and told him, "I'll put this back in your room."

Hiashi nodded. "Thank you."

Manfred started to scream again. It wasn't like the normal yelling where he was crying out for the stepson that he despised. He was crowing in pain. "I'M ON FIRE!" Manfred yelled.

"Manfred," Damon said, tapping his wet shoulder. "I love you, but please... do shut up."

It was about time someone put Manfred in his place, Hiashi thought. However, throwing hot coffee at someone knowing they would feel the burn was out of order.

"EDGEWORTH!" Manfred yelled out again. Every day, Manfred would shout out his name. Hiashi used to wonder what Manfred meant, but once he found out a bit more about Manfred, he knew why the name bared much importance to him. Still Hiashi found it difficult to give him any sympathy following his hostile behaviour towards his eldest daughter.

"Who was that on the phone?" Matron Blissey asked Sakura when she came back from the room.

"It's Mr. Von Karma's daughter," Sakura replied. "She will be here in the next thirty minutes to take him out." When Hiashi overheard Sakura, he felt a great sigh of relief. The home was going to be nice and quiet for a few hours. Matron Blissey nodded as Sakura continued to speak. "We'll need to make ensure that Mr. Von Karma is clean and presentable. Chii, can you come with me?"

"Of course!" Chii responded.

Sakura marched over to Manfred with Chii following her. "Mr. Von Karma..."

Manfred drifted his head towards Sakura and grinned. He lifted his hands as he grabbed her arms. "I like you," he croaked. "The other nurses are horrible."

"You're my favourite too," Damon admitted.

"I want to hear more stories about the shinobii war," Quercus requested as Sakura wheeled Manfred away back to his room.

Marvin stood got up by himself and dropped down dead.

Too much noise for only a dozen people in the room. Even though the atmosphere was busy, unpredictable and fast paced, Hiashi still felt alone. The home had a lot of special characters and very kind staff members, but it felt miles away from the world he loved. He will never watch his grandchildren blossom into strong ninjas as much as he would have liked.

Boruto would be starting his chunin exams. Like his father, Boruto hated losing and refused to surrender. Naruto's high position meant very high expectations would be a lot of pressure for the young boy. But he knew that Boruto would eventually excel, even if he doesn't pass the exams this year, he can use the time to train harder and pass the next time.

"So how have you been then Kai?" Sasuke asked his friend as they went out for a quiet drink at the bar. Kai's partner was the official number one beyblader in the world. Kai himself was also a world-class blader. The two of them met when they sat together watching the Olympics live and both found that they had a lot in common and decided to keep in touch ever since.

"Could be better," Kai admitted. "Tyson's grandfather is getting stranger by the day. He had a picnic in the pouring rain yesterday. Tyson insists that he's harmless, but his behaviour is upsetting the kids. He's started to get really aggressive towards everyone. I've told Tyson if he keeps doing it, we'll have to put him in a home."

"What does Tyson say?" Sasuke asked. Whenever anyone mentioned care homes, Sasuke was instantly reminded of his wife and how they overwork her.

"Tyson feels really guilty," Kai replied. "His grandfather told Tyson that if he ever ends up in a care home, that he will never forgive him. That was before he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I know Tyson wants to respect his grandpa's wishes, but he's not going to get better. "

"Are you looking at any homes at the moment?"

Kai nodded. "A lot of them are either full, too expensive or both. And some of them just aren't the right place for him."

"Have you tried Lavender Fields?" Sasuke asked. "My friend, Naruto pays ¥120,000 a week for his father-in-law."

"That's so cheap compared to the other homes," Kai replied. "We haven't checked that one out yet. Doesn't your wife work there as well?"

"Yeah. One of her patients passed away so they've got a spare bed. Why don't you talk to Tyson about it?" Sasuke suggested. "If you speak to Sakura, tell her that I sent ya. Here's their number."

Sasuke gave Kai a piece of card with Sakura's work number. "This is really great. Thanks a lot Sasuke. I'll call them tomorrow."

When Sakura heard the phone ring, she expected that it would be the manager or head office expecting the empty room to be filled as soon as possible. Empty beds meant less profit.

"Good morning, Lavender Fields, Sakura speaking. How can I help?"

"Hello." It was a young man's voice on the phone. "I'm enquiring about a free bed. Sasuke recommended you to me.

"Oh!" Sakura held the phone closer to her ear. "He did? That's my husband... Yes, we do have one spare bed. What can I do for you?"

"Well it's for my partner's grandfather, Ryu Kinomiya. He was diagnosed with Alzhiemer's last year. We've done our best to keep him at home as long as possible, but lately he's becoming a danger to us and our kids."

"Okay, can I take your name please?"

"Sure. It's Kai Hiwatari."

Sakura wrote down his details as they continued to speak about Ryu. "And his name was Ryu Kinomiya. What's his next of kin?"

"My parter: Tyson Kinomiya. He is Ryu's grandson."

"Okay then, Mr. Hiwatari. While you're here, is it possible for me to arrange an assessment for Mr. Kinomiya?"

"Oh yeah," Kai replied. "That will be great."

"Our manager isn't back from holiday until tomorrow, so the assessment won't be until some time later this week. What would be the best day for you?"

"Well," Kai said. "As soon as possible to be honest."

"How about tomorrow at eleven o'clock at Mr. Kinomiya's address?" Sakura suggested.

"That's brilliant!" Kai exclaimed.

"Lovely," Sakura replied. "If you can leave us with contact details and address."

As she wrote down all of the personal numbers and contacts on a piece of paper. Sakura could tell that the man on the other side of the phone seemed to be very relieved. She knew that after this phone call, that her boss will be very pleased that someone had expressed interest in the new bed. Normally the beds are filled within a fortnight of a patient's death.