Dotchi: Now to the truth and the final showdown of Hinata and Naruto!

There will be talking here, unlike the other chapter, and this will be the last one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Only a set of stories about them 6.6


Hinata walked down Hana street, still a few people up after dark with lamp lights around to light the way as the moon was a little more than half way full and the stars sparkled across the dark sky.

She made sure not to drag the hem of her dress in the dirt as she looked and looked before finding Naruto. For once, he was alone as he looking up to the stars, just a little outside of the village and facing to the forest.

Hinata found herself being very distraught at the sight. After all, he could have come home to her and yet he was here looking at the stars instead.

" Naruto-kun." The Hyuuga called to the Uzumaki as she held her scissors in a tight grip, as if to ask for it's assurance as he looked to her, taking in her apparel with a slightly appraising eye as she flushed happily, pleased he liked it.

" Hey... Hinata, was it?" He smiled to her as her own smile melted away, " I've seen you around. It's nice to meet you."

' Nice... To meet me?' Hinata stared at him with wide pale eyes before they narrowed a bit.

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The next Morning Hinata stayed in the shop, mending a Kimono, furious on the inside as the neighborhood was in chaos.

A man had been killed last night, but that wasn't what was on Hinata's mind as she looked to Hanabi, her sister.

" I talked to Naruto last night..." Hanabi seized up and looked to her sister.

" And... What happened?" She finally asked.

Hinata looked to the floor and angry tears stung her eyes this time.

" He acted so awful! 'It's nice to meet you' he said! Like he was talking to a stranger!" She gripped the kimono in front of her in a white-knuckled grip.

Hanabi softened and rubbed her older sister's back, loving her still despite the delusions she lived in.

" There's... Always next time with someone else, Hinata-Onee-Chan." Hanabi then stood, setting her things to the side.

" Where are you going?" Hinata asked softly.

" Going to attend the funeral for those girls and..." Hanabi contemplated saying the man's name, but she didn't want her sister to go back to the man emotionally. Even if he was a dead man. " The man." She finally answered, " And I think you should stay at the shop."

Hinata nodded, not really caring about the gossip that was floating around about the 'crimes', rather the deaths of four people, nor caring about the event to say goodbye.

Hanabi soon left, leaving Hinata alone with her red-tinged scissors and needle and thread as she went to attend the funeral herself.

Fifteen minutes after she left, the door opened and a shadow darkened the doorway, Hinata looking up to see a red-headed man, an obviously foreign man who's sea foam eyes looked to her and she looked back to him, a smile spreading on her face with a blush as she stood and bowed to the newcomer, her heart starting to pick up.

" Welcome to the H-Hyuuga Clothing Shop. How may I assist y-you?"