Hello everybody:) Here's the first chapter of the second story. First of all I would like to say big thank you to my beta reader Phillipa Engels who corrected it and helped with meanings of some words (sometimes English becomes confusing to me :) )!

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Chapter 1. Yondaime's house

Arashi walked out of the building, his hands full with scrolls.

Naruto stared at him.

"Help me, please," the Hokage asked. "There are too many of them. Otherwise I'll lose some along the road."

"Ok," Naruto nodded taking several scrolls. "What is it?"

"Work," came an instant reply.

"Well, that explains everything," Naruto muttered ironically.

Arashi decided not to comment on his answer and just started walking along the street.

Villagers were watching with interest the strange procession of two blonds walking along the street with the pile of scrolls and discussing something lively.

"I won the bet that time," Naruto insisted remembering their last contest at the hidden moon.

Arashi closed his eyes for a moment trying to block out the memory of the pain the kunai caused striking his body.

"I didn't even activate rasengan," he shook his head. "So I insist on a rematch."

"Any time!" Naruto shouted. "But I must tell you, it's off rules, Blondaime!"

Arashi sighed. Where in the world did this blond disaster find this hellish nickname for him!

"We'll have a rematch," he promised. "But not in my house," he came to the door of the two-storied building and opened it.

"Your house?" Naruto repeated turning to his side and understanding they have already arrived. "Oh my, it's big!"

The house looked beautiful, with big windows and ivy hanging all over it.

"Come in," Arashi invited.

"Hai," Naruto nodded and moved ahead.

There was a small room with clothes and hall-stand and a door to the big dining-room. A round table and chairs were in the middle, a sofa standing in the corner, and on the other side were stairs to the second floor. At the end of the room there were more doors.

Naruto looked with amusement at the room. It was beautiful. The reddish style suited perfectly and also for a moment he had a feeling of familiarity like he was here before. But how in the world it could be?

"Well, this is the dining room," Arashi nodded and came to the doors. "Here is the kitchen, bathroom, my office," he tossed pile of scrolls there and took the ones from Naruto's hands as well but they didn't really enter the room. "Here is…hm…another office."

"Another office?" Naruto internally wondered. "He lives alone. Why he should he have two offices?"

"Let's go upstairs," Arashi exclaimed. "I'll show you your room."

"Ok," Naruto nodded.

They climbed the wide stairs and in the corridor there were four doors.

"There is another bathroom," Yondaime gestured to the last door. "Here is my room, guest's room…and this one will be yours," he opened the closest door on the left side.

"It's not very clean. I haven't really had much time to clean the house. It was empty for 13 years after all," his tone was apologetic. "But I don't think it's too bad. Come here please."

Naruto hesitated for a moment and then took a step into the room.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. It was so different of the room he used to live in. It was done in a light green style. Near the window was a big bed, at the left side there was a bookcase and table. On the floor there was a carpet with some exotic birds. At the other side there was a small table and two armchairs. At the fourth side was a big wardrobe.

The place itself breathed with hospitality and home and some familiarity that Naruto felt some tingling sensation inside his heart. What was that?

Arashi stood in his place trying to understand if his son likes this place or not. Naruto's face was unreadable now – and it wasn't something that usually happened.

"Well," Yondaime said. "I'll go downstairs then. Make yourself at home," and added to himself in his mind. 'It's your real home after all.'

"Ok," Naruto turned to him, a smile on his face. But still…the expression…was really strange. Arashi couldn't translate it so he just nodded and went out closing the door.

"Sugoi!" Naruto whispered jumping on the bed. "It's the best room I have seen in my life! It's just so…so…" he couldn't find the exact words to describe his feelings.

'Just don't let Yondaime know I like it that much,' strange thought came into his mind. 'Yes, shinobi must live in any condition his mission offers him. It's one of the rules,' he yawned. All this running around the old house tired him.

"I'll just close my eyes for a moment," he thought. "Then…" a moment later he fell asleep completely.

Arashi who was waiting for him in the dining room began to worry when a half an hour passed.

"What is he doing?" he wondered.

Another half an hour later he was at his limits. Yondaime just got up and in a moment was near Naruto's room. He knocked once, twice and there was no answer. So he just opened the door and entered the room.

The scene tightened his heart, Naruto was lying on the bed sleeping peacefully. His hands were spread wide, his hair was a mess.

"Poor thing," Arashi whispered. "You were so tired and I didn't even notice it. What a baka!"

He took out a blanket and carefully, trying not to awake the sleeping boy, covered him with it.

"Sleep," he whispered watching as Naruto was trying to make himself comfortable in his sleep tugging at the blanket. "I hope you'll like living here, after all your mom chose everything in this room."

Then he got up and left the room. He knew it was going to be the usual evening in silence with only him and his office but Arashi didn't feel lonely anymore. After all, the most precious person in his after-after life was here at last.

He was moving slowly downstairs while his thoughts were flowing somewhere in the past.

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FLASHBACK

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"Don't even think of moving it! It's heavy!" Arashi rushed to his pregnant wife trying to stop her from moving the little table from one part of the room to another.

"Stop it!" She turned to him. "Maybe I'm pregnant but I'm not ill! Also I'm a shinobi so don't act like a scared rabbit running all around!"

"Just let me do it," Arashi insisted, taking the table away from her hands. "Our Naruto is a noisy one, isn't he? Just give him a chance to get out of you earlier and he'll use it at all costs!"

Umi smiled examining him attentively with her big shining blue eyes. He could never resist this look so Arashi just put down the table and came closer giving her an embrace.

"I wonder," she began looking somewhere far away. "What kind of person he'll become? Will he be like you or like me?"

"Looking at his actions," Arashi put his hands on her stomach. "He won't be a quiet one, I'm pretty sure."

"Being Hokage's son is quite a difficult way to live, you know," she continued. "Aren't you afraid he'll have to live in your shadow?"

"Of course not!" Arashi raised an objection. "He'll surpass me and will become the greatest Hokage in our history. Because he has my blood and yours."

"Well," Umi smiled. "I really hope he'll inherit my mind not yours, oh foolish one."

"Nani!" Arashi gasped in a joke.

"Also I think he'll be cute," Umi continued. "I can already see his fan club sitting hear the house waiting for him to come out…Then his first date…how are we going to survive this, Arashi?"

"I don't know," he shook his head. "I wasn't very lucky with girls. Before I met you, of course," he quickly corrected himself receiving a light punch in the ribs from his wife.

"Living in this wonderful house…together," Umi whispered. "Do you think he'll like his room? Will he be happy to live there?"

"Your love is all over the house," Arashi whispered back hiding his nose in her locks. "He'll be happy, there can't be any other way."

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"Oh my, I'm late!" was the first thought that came into Naruto's head when he woke up. He moved out of the bed kicking the blanket off him and standing on the carpet.

"Wait," he thought. "I don't have a carpet!"

In a moment the things that happened yesterday started to play in his mind.

"Oh my," he remembered. "My house…and…this is not…I'm in Yondaime's house!"

He ran to the window in panic. Well, the sun wasn't too high so it wasn't too late. Is there a clock in this room?

He finally found one on the little table. Looking at the clock Naruto breathed in relief.

"I have plenty of time! That's good!"

He found a mirror in the wardrobe and looked at himself attentively. His blond hair was a mess, he ought to brush it a little. As for his shinobi's clothes they were dirty after the mission.

Naruto sighed in despair. He didn't have a spare set.

"I'll wash them in the evening," he decided. "I have to walk around in this dirty set today but that's nothing. It has been worse."

Finally satisfied a little with his appearance he went out of the room. There was nobody upstairs. The bathroom was also empty so Naruto took a shower finding a clean towel, tooth brush and hair brush and decided it was for him.

Brushing his blond hair he came to the conclusion life isn't as bad as it seemed to be.

Entering to the upstairs' corridor he again found nobody. Where the hell was the Hokage? What if he already left out to go working?

Naruto hummed. This Blondaime didn't look like a person who wakes up early and enjoys working much. So he must be sleeping – with this happy thought Uzumaki went downstairs and headed for the kitchen to find something to eat for breakfast.

His nose caught very delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

"What is it?" Naruto wondered coming in.

The kitchen was all white and shining, with big window coming out to the eastern side so sun rays were all around falling on the blond hair of the man standing near the kitchen-range.

Sensing someone coming in Arashi turned around.

"Oh, Naruto, good morning!" he greeted the boy. "You are an early bird, aren't you?"

Naruto couldn't help but stare at him. Yondaime didn't have his forehead protector now and his hair was hanging out of order all around. He wore light trousers and a sweatshirt. All in all he looked much younger than he used to. This his appearance didn't match at all to the stern, shiny Hokage Naruto had seen in the hidden moon so much that it was unbelievable. To remove the ground from beneath Naruto's feet completely Yondaime was cooking ramen.

"Sit down," Arashi offered in a tone like he hadn't noticed Naruto's reaction. "The breakfast is almost ready. You like ramen, don't you?"

"Yeah…but…you really don't need," was all Naruto could manage. He couldn't remember somebody ever having cooked him a breakfast except for the missions when he had breakfast at the hotels or somebody's houses.

"It's nothing," Yondaime shook his head. "I like ramen too and I often cook it for breakfast."

He took a plate, put the ramen there, and gave it to Naruto.

For the first moment the blond boy examined it suspiciously. It smelled good so Naruto decided to take a bit then another one…

"That's delicious!" he exclaimed a moment later taking more.

Arashi smiled, took his own plate, and sat down at the same table. He put two glasses of milk there too.

"How in the world does he know I like milk?" Naruto wondered.

"Did you sleep well?" Arashi asked examining him attentively.

"Yes," Naruto answered his mouth full of ramen. "I was out like a light."

"Huh," Arashi nodded in approval taking another strand of ramen from his plate.

They were eating in silence not knowing what to say. Finally Naruto finished and stood up.

"Thank you," he said and went to wash the plates.

He did it in a moment and prepared to go find a mission but Arashi stopped him.

"Wait!" Naruto turned back.

"Your suit is all dirty, do you know that?" Yondaime asked looking at him.

"Well, yeah," Naruto sighed not knowing really how to explain it, but Arashi understood it himself.

"You didn't have a spare one? All your clothes were left in the destroyed house, weren't they?"

Naruto nodded.

"How difficult it is to act around him," Arashi thought. "When he's near me in this house he's all silent. I can't believe it's really him! As for myself, I don't know how to speak to him. Oh my, Umi, why did you die leaving me all this? Stop complaining." He finally ordered himself stopping the flow of thoughts.

"It will be problem to find an orange outfit in the village," he said aloud. "They think the best clothes' style for shinobi is black/blue/green/gray."

"I know," Naruto sighed again in a bored tone thinking why in the world this irritating blond became such a boring dumbass now and how to get out of here.

"I have an idea!" Arashi exclaimed loudly in such an unexpected manner that Naruto jumped. "Come with me!" and he ran upstairs.

Naruto followed him trying not to look like he was curious what Yondaime's idea was. Meanwhile the 4th entered his room and Naruto heard noise like he was looking for something.

"Aha!" Arashi exclaimed finally. "Come in!"

Naruto carefully entered his room. It was larger than his and was decorated in a bluish style. There wasn't a lot of furniture – just a bed and a wardrobe, and a little table with photos.

Some scrolls were lying here and there. Near the bed Naruto noticed a familiar "Flirting paradise" and wondered if Kakashi-sensei gave it to his ex-teacher to read.

Finally he locked his sight on the Hokage who took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe.

Naruto gasped in surprise. It looked very similar to his own but there was more black.

"Where did you find it?" his voice sounded uncertainly.

"Well," Arashi began. "You know, I wore it for some time when I was about your age."

"But…" Naruto didn't know how to explain it. "It's almost like mine."

"Not almost," Arashi corrected. "As for the rest…we are both blondes if you didn't notice yet. Orange suits well with blond hair. Even such a baka as you has noticed it because you wear orange clothes as well."

"Stop calling me baka, Blondaime!" Naruto shouted.

"I'll stop calling you that when you stop acting like you are baka," Arashi smiled. "Go try it on already. It's better than wearing dirty clothes, I'm pretty sure."

"He is right," Naruto said to himself. "But…he keeps calling me baka again and again! I'll just refuse and that's all. "

"But do you not even wish to see how you will look like in these clothes?" the other part of himself asked. "These clothes don't look awful."

"Ok," Naruto decided. "I'll try them," and he ran to his room. The whole process didn't take long and a moment later he stared at himself in the mirror.

The outfit suited him perfectly. It looked like it was made just for him. As for the color…his favorite orange…and lots of black. Naruto liked it.

He ran out of the room fining himself face to face with Arashi who decided to check if everything is alright.

"Thank you," Naruto decided to be polite this time. "I'll return it this evening."

"You don't have to," Arashi shrugged. "It looks like I'm too big to wear it anyway so just keep it."

"You are not as bad as I thought," words of the truth left Naruto's mouth before he understood what he had just said.

Arashi looked at him in amusement not knowing what to do – to become angry or happy. Finally he decided to make a joke with it.

"Well, you look good in it. Not as handsome as me anyway, but…"

"Nani!" Naruto shouted not believing his ears. This last sentence was so…Ero-Senninish… "Well, Yondaime was his student so…" Naruto sighed. "If he's like Ero-Sennin I can live with that. Then, again, he's not as bad as I used to think he was."

He raised his chin facing a smiling Arashi.

"Maybe I should try my sexy-no-jutsu on him," the interesting thought came into his mind. "His reaction…I really wanna see it! But apparently it's not going to happen today, I must be prepared."

"I'll go then!" he ran down the stairs his thoughts full of evil plans.

"See you!" was all Arashi could manage. He slowly went down the stairs thinking.

"Why, looking at him, did I have a feeling he has plotted something?" he made another step and another thought came into his mind. "Also why do I have a feeling I won't like it?"