Hello everybody. I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Work, work and more work has gotten in my way, and I gotta admit there was a little bit of a writer's block issue trying to hold me back. I spent a lot of time reading certain type of Mangas, and I slacked off from this story in order to have more, more, and more ideas.

A guy like me enjoys reading stories that are perfectly balanced between love, drama and action. But it's quite difficult to get the right percentage of each. Especially when you need to watch the way you write, as my mother tongue isn't English. But rest assured, I will do my best to bring a perfect closure to this story... Not too soon, though! I'm expecting this to be long.

As an "I'm sorry for being late" gift, please take this little spoiler: certain new Red Haired character is me. And for those who would like to know more about me, be very observant with this character's story and development. I'll try to write as much about him as possible without taking Naruto's protagonism away... After all, he is who he is.

Thank you guys for adding this story to your favorites, for following it, and for reviewing it. It makes my day to get an email notification and see people interested in "Peace". I love you guys.

P.S: I've been receiving certain ideas for pairings and what not. I appreciate those ideas, and do not worry, some of them are not too far from what I plan to do with the story myself... But try to focus on what's going on in each chapter. I'm sure that if you follow the little details, you'll get your answers. That's for plot ideas, anyways. For pairings, it all comes down to which pairings are your favorites... I myself have some, and I plan to add them in due time. Please look forward to read about them.

Another P.S (Lol): For those of you who may disagree with my version of Hinata (and perhaps Naruto), please do take into account that these characters are currently 16 years old and have gone through war. Changes are bound to happen in one's personality. It's not too weird for Naruto to be a bit more straightforward with his thoughts (like his argument with Sakura in chapter 5), or for Hinata to be a bit more confident and bold (like how she was during her mother's funeral while talking to Neji).

Okay! No more boring author notes! Please go ahead and read!

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VII. That Clan of His...

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A new day was born. Sunlight shone through countless windows, rushing countless people to open their eyes and get ready for what awaited them during the rest of that same day. In a particular village, which was hidden in the green leaves of almost infinite forests, the usual morning noises of businesses getting opened, dogs wanting to go out for a walk and barking that wish out loud to their masters, kids dying to go to the Ninja Academy or to tag along with their parents, who were headed to work, and most especially, the sounds of many, many ninja training their bodies and minds before going out to their missions, or simply for the sake of it, were easily heard by a particular blond Jounin who was trying to get yet another five minutes of sleep. It was too late, though. Once your eyes receive that one little glare from sunlight, keeping them closed is utterly impossible. Especially because that little glare goes all the way to one's consciousness, and holds one's desire to get back to sleep tight. All that is left is the usual sensation of drowziness, diziness and even a slight trace of stupidity.

Naruto rose his head a bit, trying to remember where he even was. Home. Good. He dropped his head back onto his pillow, only to discover for the second time on those five minutes that even if he closed his eyes, sleep was gone. For good. Or at least, for another long day's time. He gave his nightable's clock a very disdainful look, as if it was the clock's fault that he had to wake up and stay alive through that morning. It was eight thirty. Good grief. How did people even manage to wake up any earlier than that, was beyond him and his understanding. Though it was already known that his understanding wasn't so much of a great thing to begin with. He rose from his bed after seven or so minutes of whining inwardly, and half walked, half wobbled his way towards the bathroom. He took another disdainful look at the mirror, where his reflection returned the same expression, showing him a couple hair bangs long enough to reach his chin. He was also a bit taller, and his eyes a bit thinner, and also a bit more spread, as if trying to accentuate his fox features further if that was even possible.

Following the next twenty minutes, Naruto brushed his teeth, splashed some water on his face, wore some comfortable black pants and shirt with a red Uzumaki symbol stamped in its back, decided to stay barefoot and to have some fruits and some orange juice for breakfast, which was not like him at all, but he had agreed to do so with Hinata, who was now apparently taking Naruto's health in all aspects very personally. While giving his apple a small bite and chewing it silently, Naruto had a small flash of Hinata's face on his mind, after which he smiled. Today was the day. He needed to tell her, he needed to say what he should have said the day before, perhaps moments before the mission, or moments after it. He couldn't lie to himself, a battle with Orochimaru was something that also scared the hell out of his soul, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel like he had an enormous responsibility to handle him personally. After all, it was Orochimaru the one person to whom Sasuke was lost first. And the fact that Naruto had not been able to recover Sasuke from Orochimaru in the first moment they all saw each other after three years, was something that had deeply scarred him in his heart... Losing to Sasuke, Kabuto and Orochimaru that day was something that made him feel like his three years worth training had been for naught. And though he overcame that nasty sensation thanks to his friends, he swore himself not to go through that again... To be stronger than the circumstances, so whenever something happens, at least he is strong enough to protect what's the most important.

And right now, when Sasuke was with him, Sakura and Kakashi, Naruto's number one priority had suddenly acquaired blueish, dark hair, slender, feminine figure and a set of silvery, sharp eyes. He didn't know what Orochimaru was after, but at the end of the day, he was Konoha's enemy... And represented a danger to both the village, and Hinata. He just felt like he needed to overcome him, even if he was a Sannin, even if he was regarded as a genius of his generation... Naruto felt like he owed himself a victory over him. And not only to himself, but also to a certain perverted hermit, who was without doubt wacthing his every move from somewhere beyond that world.

Lost in his own thoughts about the matter, Naruto was greatly startled once he heard the door knocking, and a familiar voice calling his name.

"Oi, Dobe... You awake? Or are you still dreaming of a world in which you're stronger than me?"

Naruto smiled lowly and opened the door for his best friend. Sasuke, who was also smiling, and wearing clothes as comfortable-looking as Naruto's, walked inside the blond's flat and took a seat in his bed. Konoha's Jiinchuuriki laid his back against the wall and carried on, chewing his apple. He shrugged a bit in front of Sasuke, somehow asking what was the matter.

"Nah, nothing. Just figured I should come pay you a visit, since Sakura is off visiting her parents... Anything new from the redhead guy?"

Naruto shrugged again while chewing, closing his eyes for a bit, which Sasuke correctly took as a "no".

"I thought as much. What about that Akatsuki woman, what was her name again...?"

"...Konan?" Naruto asked, after swallowing the apple bite he had taken. "What about her?"

"Didn't you hear? She was off to Jigoku yesterday, with some ANBU escorts. She was visiting Obito."

"She did what?!" Naruto's eyes widened, while Sasuke's merely closed while he shrugged. "Shit, don't tell me she's dead..."

"Of course she's not dead, baka. I'm surprised Obito is even alive, since that thing they call prison is actually like a living, chakra-sucking monster. Unless you have an especific seal to protect yourself, all your chakra is sucked dry, and you know what happens when your chakra pool hits zero. But guests and guards get that seal for free, so not only do they not suffer from that place's technique, but also they can't be attacked by the prisioner. You do even one little attempt of a technique and you're dead. "

"Tch... That woman... She's so reckless... What would she do that for?"

"If I was her, and you were calling me "reckless", I'd definitely say: I don't want to hear that from you." Sasuke said, rising one of his eyebrows and folding his arms, while completely ignoring his blond friend's annoyed leer. "Anyway, you know what she said yesterday... She wants to make sure the other Rinnegan is safe, and not in the hands of another psycopath..."

"You know, if I was Obito and you were calling me a psycopath..."

"I don't want to hear it."

Naruto bursted in laughter, almost dropping his glass of orange juice on the floor, while Sasuke's danger vein itched right in the middle of his forehead. Naruto threw a fruit to his friend, sharing his breakfast, and pointed at the orange juice box and the glasses, successfully telling Sasuke to help himself to some of it without actually opening his mouth. Sasuke did as offered, and non-verbally asked Naruto to join him and go to the building's rooftop. Sasuke also left his shoes at Naruto's flat. Naruto nodded at his friend's proposal. Both of them finished their first glass of juice, Sasuke grabbed the juice box and the glasses, while Naruto took the small bag of different fruits with him before the two of them jumped to the rooftop effortlessly. There were hardly any clouds that morning. Both Shinobi laid their arms in the rooftop's fence, glancing at what could be seen of the village from there, and silently chewing their fruits.

"So..." Sasuke said between chewing and sipping. "...You and Hinata?"

"Well... I'm gonna ask her today. Depending on what she says, that might be a "yes" or a "no". Let's hope for the best."

"Pffffft... Come on. It's so obvious. She'll say "yes" before you even get to finish speaking."

"You think?"

"Of course!"

Naruto looked at him, smirking as if Sasuke was his little, ignorant brother. Sasuke got the feeling right away, and frowned upon Naruto's expression the moment he did.

"What?"

"Never take a woman's heart for granted so easily. Ero-sennin used to say that, though I never listened to him. Now I understand what he said..." He took a sip from his glass again, and gazed at the village nostalgically. Sasuke looked at him silently, and then at the village as well.

"Hey..." Sasuke said, finishing his fruit.

"What?"

"Wanna give it a go at Taijutsu?"

"He~eh. That's kind of nostalgic. Wanna get your ass kicked so early in the morning?" Naruto said, smirking like a bratty fox. Sasuke snorted loudly.

"Get over yourself. Don't speak about kicking my ass if you can't even touch my forehead."

"Okay, then! I'm game!"

[...]

"Quick! You need to leave now... You need to go!"

"What? What do you mean I need to leave? Wait...! What is it?!"

"There is no time to explain, just follow what I say and don't talk back, got it?!"

"Wait... Dad! This is not... Dad...? DAD!"

...And then he woke up. Well, it was to be expected. One thing he sure hated about nightmares like that, is that they always ended abruptly, right when the most valuable piece of information, when the most important thing hidden beneath the dreamer's brain is about to be reproduced, remembered, and in a way, experienced. For a second time.

But it had been like that for the past month. He remembered his family. He remembered his father. He remembered everything about himself, except his name, the reason he was running away, and the reason he somehow knew that the very family and the very father he had just remembered, were no longer reachable in this world.

Frustrated by not knowing the most important things, or perhaps the things he needed to know the most, he finally gave his current situation a disdainful look. Actually, that look was firstly given to the clock alarm, which was one of the reasons he woke up so violently, the other one being of course, that his brain acted like an annoying fiction writer, who loved to leave cliffhangers here and there and enjoyed his readers' frustration with not knowing the crucial facts, by constantly erasing all the need for sleep and rest that was originally in his body. His temper getting worse by the second, he sat up on his bed, and massaged his left shoulder while mentally asking himself what in the world would a clock with an alarm be doing in a Hospital Room...

..."Wait, what?"

He looked around again. No, not only that, just the fact that he was looking was enough for him to realize that what his mind was just saying was perfectly right. Which is why he reduntantly said it out loud, to state the astonishment in which he was.

"I. Am. In. Deep. Shit."

What was that place? Besides a Hospital, of course? What was he doing there, no, why was he in a hospital room, waking up so matter-of-factly, as if he was already accustomed to that place? Was it a small village? No, small villages don't have such things. Maybe a small house with an occasional doctor working there out of his own generosity, but certainly not a huge building with lots of rooms and even more lots of comfy beds like the one he was sitting in.

"Okay... Calm down... First things first." He thought. "I can see without the touch of cloth in my lids, and without the color black bothering me. In other words... I can see. This is unacceptable." He looked around his bed. It was a not so small, but not so big room. White walls, only his bed, placed all the way to the corner that was next to the window pane. One wardrobe, a night table beside him, and a comfortable looking seat, most likely for visitors. His clothes (black shirt, pants, sandal-looking boots and black robe with a hood) were not only folded carefully and placed on the seat, but also perfectly clean. The thing that was replacing them on his body was quite the opposite sort of clothing. White, cotton shirt and what appeared and felt to be pajamas pants. Also white.

But still, no signs of his black cloth, the one usually covering his green, sparkling eyes. Eyes that right now, were hollow. Shrouded in darkness. Feelings of not being alive at all. But especially, fear... And confusion.

"Well, if it's not here then..." He took his shirt off harshly, and with an irritated expression on his face, ripped it apart. The sound of the fabric being torn somehow helped him stay cool. Irritated, confused and scared, but at least, with his head on the right place. Perhaps he did need a fight in which he was able to go all out and take each of those negative feelings out... Make a person feel those same things through blood and physical pain. But right then and there, he only had that cotton shirt. Perhaps that was the reason behind his enthusiasm while tearing it apart?

He somehow improvised a stripe of white cloth, quite similar to the black one he was wearing before. With unnecessary strenght, he tied it around his head, right in front of his eyes, and his feelings of desperation and fear where somewhat aliviated. At least one of his deepest fears was dealt with from the beginning. As soon as he felt the darkness wrap around his sight, he focused his inner energy, his remaining senses, and his chakra to use the entire environment as a living picture, which was the way he could actually "see".

He then resolved to rise from his bed and grab his clothes, but as soon as he stood up, his feet failed him pathetically and he was forced to sit back on the bed.

"What the hell...?"

"You trying to go somewhere, kid...?" A male voice said beside him. It was as familiar as it was irritating in a frustrating way. Though for some reason, he could not remember where he had heard it until his improvised sense of sight caught the glimpse of a scare-crow looking man with silvery, messy hair and a lone black eye watching him with a rather neutral expression. His face, or at least a great percentage of it was covered by the black cloth from his Ninja uniform.

"Yo..." He said as a greeting phrase of his, while rising his right hand in a palm.

"You..." The young man said with a voice that depicted his will to prepare for war. As soon as he let that little word go out, though, a violently compressed flashback came to his mind. It was the worst thing that could ever happen to him, especially after a nightmare like the one he had just waken up from. Four hooded individuals pursuing him everywhere he went. Innocent people getting killed. Towns bursting into flames. Running. Running. Running. Stopping on a particular night.. Last night... To recover his strength. And then a fight between those hooded people... And a group from Konoha. A group the man he was "looking" at right then was in.

"I'm Hatake Kakashi. You remember me from last night, don't you?" He said, finally sitting on the visitor's seat instead of on the window pane, and taking a small book out of his pocket.

"What are you doing here...? No, where am I?"

"I know you have lots of questions. But so do we. Tell you what. I tell you what you want to know, and you tell me what I want to know. Deal?"

"By we, are you talking about... Who, again?"

"Nah-uh. Wait. The first question wasn't that one. You were asking where you were, and what was I doing here, right?"

The young man "glared" through his white cloth, and clenched his fists, piercing the sheets' cloth with his nails. "Koitsu... When did he get in? Without me sensing him, that is. Well, I guess it gets hard to have the same sharpness on my senses if I get such a long rest. It'll take a while before I can go back to sense the slightest movements. I'm guessing we're at Konohagakure, then... Tch..." He snapped his tongue, angrily. "...To think that of all places, I'd end up caught in this village. This guy's pretty good, coming here before anybody else... He probably knew I'd try to get out as soon as I woke up. And that means... He's ready to fight me, if that means that I won't get away... Hatake Kakashi, huh? Not a guy I could outsmart, or beat. He's got me... For now."

"Fine. Let's do it your way." He said calmly, yet hotly. Kakashi, whose incredibly irritating stare was calm, and resembled the way an adult looked at a child when said child had some dirty secrets.

"Fantastic. So, to answer your questions... Even though you probably have already answered them by yourself... Yes, you are at our village. Konohagakure. As for what are you doing here, well, you might remember my team's especific mission was to find you and take you here. If you didn't get as much from our actions and discussions yesterday night, then you probably can figure it out by reading your current situation."

"Great." He answered coldly. "What is your question?"

"Who are you?"

"I have no idea."

"Is that so? Well, I can't say I wasn't prepared to receive as much from you... We've heard about you not "remembering" anything. So? Is that really how it is? You have no idea who you are?"

"I only have knowledge about my family. My father. The world I live in. I know my fighting style, I know how I learned to fight, and I know about the Five Hidden Villages. What I don't know is my name, or my family's name. Or my Dad's. And I don't know why am I being hunted by that sick bastard..." He clenched his fists harder. "...I just know I exist. And... That somehow... My Dad and my family do not."

Silence. The young man glared again, not being able to understand what was lying behind Hatake Kakashi's neutral expression.

"I'm more frustrated than you are... These are things I also want to know. But it's not up to me, allright? Deal with it."

"You're mistaken." Kakashi answered, closing his eye calmly.

"How so?"

"Why should I be frustrated?"

He gazed away, his read, long hair falling all over his shoulders and forehead. He was already expecting such behaviour from Konoha's shinobi.

"I know. It's not like you people actually care about people like me... All that matters is your village's safety, and that the greedy, fat bags of hot air you have for customers pay you accordingly. I don't even know why you and your team were sent to take me..."

"Actually..." Kakashi replied interrupting him. "...It's kind of curious. If people didn't realy care, they wouldn't see through your physical comfort, and they would also not bother to clean your clothes, get them warm and fold them nicely. In fact, you wouldn't even wake up on such a good bed. If these people didn't care, you'd be dead."

"Nice one. But it's written all overy your face, how you are one of those who actually despise me the most."

"I don't despise, like or care about you. Because I can't. I know nothing about you..." Kakashi opened his little book and gave it a lazy glance, while the redhead's expression became calmer and his clenched fists let go of the sheets. "... Of course, the air can be a bit tense around you and your situation, because of the fact that people were killed either by you or your pursuers. That much we can't tell for sure, unless we are provided with information. Right now, all I know is your existance holds some secrets that are of huge importance to what is happening right now with the Shinobi System."

"What are you talking about...? Why would I be so important to anybody...?"

"Just think about it. That Orochimaru wants you so badly that he's willing to go out personally and look for you, knowing that he might be killed or arrested by someone like us... Or that he sends his most powerful hench men to do the job, even if it means taking days to do it... It can only mean you possess something very important. Very dangerous. Whether or not you know about this "something" is irrelevant... "

"So what...? He wants to use me as one of his sick experiments, dissect me or cut me in little pieces? Tell me something I don't know myself. It's clear enough from the way he looked at me when we met." He laid his back against the wall behind the bed, letting his arm rest on his left knee. The fear of that first meeting with Orochimaru sent a chill down his spine.

"Whatever he might like to do with your body once he's done, is something only he knows. But right now, the important thing is to know what would he be done with... If he had you. What is it he gains from you. What is it he wants so badly."

"And is that what concerns the entire Shinobi World so much? The likes of a sick bastard like him?"

"As it so happens, that sick bastard is the only known leader and head of Otogakure. A place swarming with people who are as vicious and sick as he is. Only they might be slightly weaker... Only slightly. An entire army of Cursed Seal Users. Some of them can't even control it, and are oftenly going berserk. Killing and torturing left, right and centre. They're the huge obstacle that's preventing us Hidden Villages from carrying on with our plans of peace. You saw plenty of them, didn't you...? While you were running away..."

He frowned at the mental picture of those four who were after him.

"...Yeah. Those guys." Kakashi sighed. "...So, now you see. You're of absolute importance to Orochimaru... For some reason. But luckily, and thanks to a certain reckless idiot from my team, we managed to get our hands on you first... But before we even know what is Orochimaru after concerning you, we need to know about you. If by any chance you were to be involved in his plans..."

Kakashi looked at him for a moment. There was true determination in his lone eye, and his voice had gradually gotten serious.

"...There is no reason why I wouldn't have permission to kill you right now."

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"Hinata-sama? Is it right for me to interrupt?" A male voice came from behind the door to Hinata's room. Her black hair danced gracefully as she turned on her feet and looked at the door. Until then, she was putting her clothes on, ready to go to a certain someone's house. Simple, yet girly clothes that weren't too revealing, and at the same time didn't hide much from her. Jeans and a white hoddie with short sleeves, with of course, her custom sandals.

"Um, yes, come in."

One of her relatives from the Branch House opened the door to her room and bowed to her in an expression with which she had already grown accustomed to since she was little. The reason she didn't ask for him not to bow, as she did with all of them, was that even if she had a fight with them over the matter, they would simply never let it go. She bowed in return and sat on her bed.

"What is it?"

"There is someone here who wishes to speak to you. I believe her name is Haruno Sakura-san."

"What?" Hinata scowled in such a way only she could notice. "What would she want to talk about with me, now of all times?"

"Let her in, please." Hinata said finally.

[...]

"Where... Am I...?"

Darkness. Water. Bubbles. Pressure. Fear. Confusion. Nothing showed up in front of his eyes, which kept worrying him every second that came next. He only felt the cold touch of water, enveloping him in a chilly embrace... He was totally submerged, perhaps it was a pool, perhaps an ocean, perhaps both. Even if he physically tried to open his eyes, all he got as response was darkness. There was nothing more. He could oftenly hear the sound of bubbles ascending beside him, like jellyfish.

"Okay... He's finally about to access the sealed zone in his brain. Yamanaka-san, please keep your focus or we'll lose him..."

"Got it."

Those voices... So familiar. Where were they coming from? They seemed to be inside his mind, but that was imposible... How could any voice besides his exist inside his mind?

...But that seemed like the least important matter. More than being confused about voices and his own mind, the fear of being trapped on a watery grave was getting the better of him. He didn't notice until then that he was actually able to breathe, despite being submerged. It was also as soon as he noticed his ability to breathe that he felt like his body was not sinking deeper into the abyss, but rather ascending with the bubbles and escaping the pitch black environment second by second.

His body was also wearing darkness as clothes. Black robes of soft silk. His hair acted like the hands of a gentle godess, caressing his forehead and his cheeks every now and then, until he caught the glimpse of light. Up above. Warm. Bright. White.

Dazzled by the sight of such light, he tried to feel like he could reach it by stretching his hand. For a second he felt like he could catch it. Play around with it using his fingers. And when he was about to realize that the light was unreachable, the unkown force making him ascend pulled him more strongly, and he finally felt like life was knocked back inside him. The light was getting closer... And closer...

"He's got it! Okay everyone, don't slack off! Every single bit of information you can get, make sure you memorize it!"

"Hai!"

Those voices again. There were several of them. But he wasn't interested, he was trying to know what was beyond that light... Even though he could still breathe underwater, his natural reflexes made him wish to reach the surface and inhale actual air like never before.

...And he finally did. But once his bearings got considerably better, and once his sight got accustomed to the light around him, he realized, he was never underwater to begin with. A small glance around him proved it. If anythin, it looked like he had just landed, rather than re-surfaced. He was in what appeared to be the outskirts of a village. A small one, since it could be entirely seen from where he was... Three or four hundred houses and buildings to the most. It felt like noon. Sunlight was harsh. Possibly middle of the summer. The grass looked soft and greener than normal. Only a small breeze could calm him down, and aliviate the sudden storm of questions brewing inside his mind.

He tucked his hair behind his ear, and decided to walk towards that village, right when it happend. Just as he tried to take the first step onwards, his body levitated only a few feet from the ground, making him feel like a human ghost. Immediatly afterwards, the continuous gasping and panting from someone else reached his ears. He looked to his left, and he saw a little boy, about seven or eight years old, running desperately. He was headed towards the village, apparently.

"Quick! He's getting away!"

He tried to look behind himself, to see who was pursuing him, but he found his own body following the little kid like an invisible spirit. Judging by the fact that his presence besides the kid was pretty obvious, and yet he couldn't see the young red haired man, he concluded that he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't awake either..The fact that even though invisible, he was stuck with that kid's fate, meant that he was looking at memories.

Another look at the boy was enough for him to realize the reason why he was stuck with him. That boy, wearing messy ninja outfit, with chubby complexion, also had red hair. And his eyes were green and bright as lightning. It was short hair, but that didn't kept the older version of himself from recognizing the familiar face features and the panting voice.

"It is me. But... How is this possible? I don't remember anything like this..."

The younger version's pursuers finally showed up, several feet away from him. He looked at them from over his shoulder, an expression of rage and hatred glowing like daggers from his eyes. He was finally reaching the village, running downhill, and agilly stopping himself from tripping and falling over, by jumping and almost hovering between the nearby trees' branches. The older version, still following his younger self like a shadow, smiled faintly at the sight of his own agility, despite being young.

"So , at that time... I was already receiving training."

The little him ran over the village's rooftops, his pursuers (who looked like anything but villagers) kept cursing him and insulting him, drawing shabby swords and rusty maces to intimidate him. But he merely snorted and got away by landing in a particularly empty alley. His pursuers, confused by the sudden disappeareance, agreed to scout the whole area until he was found. But the older him already knew that day had already been called off. It was the kid's win.

Walking through the alley and reaching one of the main streets of that small village (which by the way, was incredibly crowded and full of shops, restaurants and what not), the young him went to the luxurious mansion at the end of the street. Mixing with the crowd and making sure he wasn't seen by anybody, the young him looked like a child who understood many more things than most adults. His serious demeanor, his quiet nature and above all, his prudence when acting and walking. Somehow, the older version felt a bit disappointed of not remembering being like that... He thought he had been a total goof off at such time.

But those questions would have had to wait. Because something much more important that he had not been able to recall was right in front of him, the moment that kid got in front of the mansion's main door, and crossed it. In the courtyard, which leaded towards the living room, there were several white flags with a symbol that he, the ghostly version that floated around the kid knew very well.

It was a spiral. A red spiral.

He was a member of the Uzumaki Clan.

[...]

I was trying to leave a cliffhanger. I don't know if I did it right, lol! that was my first try. Not like I was really into it, belive me, I have a very nasty plot in process of development. You guys are going to hate me for that... But I think I will be able to take it, lol.

Also, I've been DYING to write a School Life Love story. With a dose of fighting and action, of course. Please do tell me what do you think about this kind of stories. I like to see what people think.

See you in next chapter!