Epilogue
Naruto stepped onto the road that led into the slums. He heard a bottle crunch under his shoe. Sakura, Kakashi, and Sasuke followed behind intently. Naruto stopped when he came to broken sidewalk.
This is where my life changed, the first time I saw a fist-fight. The first time I had a family...
A tear strolled down Naruto's cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.
"I'm telling you, you have to spice it with sake!" Team 7 turned to see who was making the weird conversation.
What they saw was two men standing by an empty barrel, using it as a fire pit. One of them had some sort of creature on a stick and was roasting it in the fire. The other, the same man who was talking about spicing, was sitting on the ground, one leg ending at his knee and a crutch beside him.
"Hey, I don't need cooking advice from you!" The 'chef' yelled at him.
"You wouldn't have said that five years ago. I was the master then," Naruto started to recognize the voice, albeit drunk, "I could cook a rodent like that one kid could mix. Man, he was great! So was I though." Drunken weeps then came from the man.
"Naruto, where are you going?" Sakura shouted at Naruto as he went to drunk.
Naruto approached the drunk, shading him from the fire-light.
"Who the Hell are you!?" The drunk spat at him.
"Uzumaki, Naruto. Are you Rat?"
"That's what they used to," Rat soon interrupted himself, "Naruto! Look at you, all grown up. A full-fledged Shinobi, huh? Great, I knew you could do it!"
"What are you doing out in the street like this?" Naruto helped his old friend up.
"It's a long story..."
And with that they walked down the street, to be joined by a reluctant Kakashi, Sasuke, and Sakura.
I'm thinking of making a sequel, along the premise of the above. Please Read and Review.