This is just a little sumin' sumin' that I... really have no idea. I mean, after I wrote it I kind of looked around like "What the freak, my geek? What is this?" And Kathy didn't even know.

Oh well, a chapter that doesn't suck is still a chapter, so I will post! Haha!

This one is for the adorable little Hana Lee, who asked for another NaruHina. And don't worry if this one doesn't tickle your fancy, my pretty dear, there will be more to come that probably won't make me so... confused as to the origins.

Naruto lived a life that was constantly changing. With five energetic kids, a village he both protected and ran and numerous people under his leadership who risked their lives for him without question, there were very few daily guarantees. And he had changed along with his uncertain life, maturing and becoming someone he hoped that his people were proud to follow, someone worthy of being the Hokage, Hinata right by his side and changing along with of him.

He sometimes thought back to all those years ago when he had first began his relationship with the woman who would one day become his wife and a person more important to him than life itself. She had always been so achingly shy around him, blushing at even the slightest of things and stuttering adorably, fainting at some of the most inconvenient of times and causing him to nearly panic the first few times since it had always been his fault.

Gradually, as their relationship had progressed, Hinata had thankfully stopped fainting other than when she was absolutely overwhelmed and had become easier with him, her stutter eventually fading as her confidence raised, her blushes becoming precious things that he could only see when she was adorably embarrassed. She had grown and had started to hold herself with pride, more confident with herself and with her strength.

When the children had come Hinata had shown a side that many wouldn't have equated with the beautiful and soft spoken woman some saw as a pushover. She became firm where he was not, unbending and stern, having complete control over the "scary mom look" that he wouldn't have guessed his sweet Hinata capable of.

But there was one thing that remained unchanged even after all the years, one perfect constant that Naruto felt he could depend on even more than he could the sun rising with the morning and setting before the night.

Hinata's nightly routine just before she joined him in bed.

It was something ridiculously silly to depend on as he did and was a strange thing to look forward to, but there was something so utterly calming about the predictably of it in an utterly unpredictable life.

He liked it best on the nights when he was laying back against his pillows waiting for her, able to watch as she walked around with the grace he swore she managed to emit from her every pore. She would always go to the bathroom first, twisting her heavy hair up to the top of her head so that she could wash her face and brush her teeth, revealing the smooth curve of her neck to him.

They never really talked, though Hinata sometimes brought up something particularly humorous the children had done or Naruto told her about something that had happened at the office. Usually he would just watch her with a small smile as she went about her tasks, content to be where he was at that moment doing what he was doing, completely at peace.

After finishing in the bathroom she would walk back into the room and go over to the vanity, sitting down so that she could rub her moisturizer into her face and hands briskly, her attention never wavering towards him or wondering at his undivided attention since she was used to it after all the years and nights of the same thing.

She released her hair from its confines and allowed it to fall, picking up her brush to run it quickly through the long midnight strands.

Naruto pouted slightly, unhappy since brushing Hinata's hair was one of his favorite things to do, though he knew that Hinata found it a little embarrassing. He remembered back to the first time he had proposed the pampering, and her stuttering and blushing as she flat out refused him was still an adorable memory. Though she no longer stuttered or refused him when he asked, he'd sometimes peek around at her face and see a familiar and nostalgic blush covering her cheeks.

Finishing up at the vanity she came over to him and slipped into her side of the bed, shifting her pillow around and sliding under the comforters, barely having a moment to relax before Naruto was sliding his arms around her and pulling her to him, nuzzling his face into the familiar curve of her neck.

Hinata giggled lightly and ran a hand through his hair, and the sweetness of the sound and feeling was all it took to make his heart turn into a puddle of mushy putty at her hands. They lay together in a perfect silence for a few minutes before Naruto pulled back to stare intently down at her through the darkness, her own eyes, glowing ethereally, meeting his.

"Naruto?"

"I love you." He told her, watching as her entire face softened with a beautiful smile and her eyes glowed even brighter with a warmth that was reserved only for him.

Despite all of the changes over the years that had passed since they had first gotten together and despite how dearly he held the things that had blessedly stayed the same, he knew that the only true thing that would never change with them was the nearly overwhelming love he felt towards her.

"I know." She murmured, her hand moving to gently curve around his cheek, her other at his neck to pull him towards her for a warm and light kiss. "And I love you too."

Okay! It is time to say hello to my newest little darling, XxcandichanxX, who is now my official favorite. Why, you may ask, well I'll tell you why. She gave me cookies. Not just any cookies either: Oreos, God of the cookie kingdom. That's right, my peeps and peepers, you have your work cut out for you if you want to beat her.

But really, she's not my favorite. I don't pick favorites. Hahaha!

Yes I do. I'm lying.

And about the last chapter: I read that it confused some people and at first I was all like "What?", but then Kathy came in and round-house kicked me in my nose and kindly explained to me (While cruelly stomping on my crumpled form) that you are not in my head. You are not privy to the understanding of their story until I write it down for you. So I've been working on a big explanation chapter, but basically I can tell you this:

Jiro and Mino are seriously skilled like Itatchi and Kakashi were, but what stopped them from becoming like them (children being taught to be killers way to soon) was that their families wanted them to have an actual childhood. The skilled part is why Jiro was able to beat up a fourteen year old in chapter 32 (when he was only seven), and a similar situation happened to Mino, but a little worse (I will write it, do not fear). But when Jiro and Mino got old enough they were basically forced into a position where they had to accept additional training and they eventually became these sort of killing machines, and neither of them like themselves very much because of it.

Like I said, I'm writing it out right now, so I'll get the whole thing to you soon.

I will be seeing you soon, my darlings.