Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor will I ever.

Summary: "Haruno Sakura, you have been ordered to guard the prisoner Uzumaki Naruto." After a strict order from the Hokage, Sakura has been forced to conquer her greatest fear—the rumored beast of Konoha. The tragedy is slowly revealed, piece-by-piece.

Pairing: Naruto X Sakura

Beta-Reader: Haishiro

AN: Err…sorry for the long wait. Laughs weakly…Btw, this chapter's mainly setting up the later events, have fun reading!

Edited as of March 25, 2009

Broken Leaf

06. Something Sinister

Sakura always believed bad luck to be true and that it lurked in life's corners and holes—it was only a matter of where and when it decided to pop out and shock her. This time, she wondered if it was Uzumaki getting stuck in the unfortunate situation. His face, light as it was, grew a fraction darker, layered with an unfamiliar coldness that had not even surfaced in their first meeting.

Naruto's smile, the one that Sakura had gotten so used to, fell from his face. Right then, she felt a twinge of regret for bringing him back, even though she knew it was impossible for her to not to.

He stayed by her side, but took a step forward a second later. "What do you want from me?"

"Impudent boy."

"Impolite as ever, Tsunade. Is that how you civilized him?"

"Uzumaki." Her voice was barely a whisper as she tugged on his left sleeve. "Calm down." In response, to her dismay, he pulled his sleeve away from her and took another step forward.

"Why?" His question was brief. "Why are they here?"

"I would suggest you to be more polite while talking to our leader," piped in an elder.

Naruto did not response. It was then that Sakura noticed that he was not breathing correctly. His breath was uneven and if she had not known what he had done previously before this, she would have suspected that he had ran a marathon. But, of course, he didn't. Was he scared?

"Sakura, you are dismissed," said Tsunade, never sparing a glance at her disciple.

"But—

"Dismissed, Sakura."

Sakura glanced to Naruto and nodded softly, "Yes, Hokage-Sama."

As the door was about to close, she saw Uzumaki flash a quick grin to her. Somehow, it made everything feel better. She clutched her fist. It was time to look at his profile. Her stomach churned at the mere thought of peeking; it didn't feel right, invading someone else's privacy.

Tick tock tick tock. Though the old clock was beyond ancient, having been in her family for many generations, it still worked. It sat on the floor of her living room, looking out of place as a dead body in a cafeteria. She laughed at her joke. Perhaps the hospital was really getting to her. Left of the clock stood the only table in her apartment. It mattered little, since Sakura only needed one. The pale folder sat on the edge of that table, now sprinkled with gray dust, as consequence of leaving it out for the last few days.

She frowned, wiping the cover with a used napkin. She grabbed a chair to sit with and stared at the folder in front of her blankly. There were the words "Uzumaki Naruto" labeled on the front, printed in standardized letters. Her eyes wandered to a tiny dot of dust, watching it float in loops and circles. It fell to the folder.

She blinked.

There was the folder, still waiting to be read. She reached for it, feeling her hands grow damp and sticky. When she touched the folder, she felt the moisture on her hands become absorbed by the folder almost immediately. It unnerved her a bit, but she kept on going, opening the folder.

"Name: Uzumaki Naruto."

"Rank: none."

"Parents: unknown."

"Status: jailed/guarded."

"Special: Jinchuriki?"

Sakura paused. That word had appeared in a conversation somewhere.

"You're in for it now, forehead girl," smirked Ino, "Studying last minute for Tsunade's test."

"Shut up," Sakura madly flipped through the textbook.

"Give it up," sighed Ino, using her hand as a fan, "Even you can't cram for this."

"Can," argued Sakura.

"Can't."

"Can," Sakura grabbed another book off the shelf, "Don't tell me what I can't do!" She stomped her foot. The bookshelf rattled and learned forward. It leaned back against the wall and forward again.

"Sakura, don't take that book out," Ino lifted her eyebrow.

Sakura narrowed her brows and she ignored Ino's words. The bookshelf groaned, tipping over with the imbalance. Sakura twitched, quickly grabbing a side of the shelf as Ino proceeded to help. The shelf groaned once more before settling in place. A lone book dropped to the ground.

"I told you," Ino frowned; brushing the dust that had fell to her hair. "And put that book back."

Sakura picked up the book from the floor. "What's this?"

"A book." answered Ino.

"I see you've been hanging out with Shikamaru," said Sakura, rolling her eyes. She flipped through a few pages, eyes gleaming through the details. "Look at this book. There are some weird pictures on it."

"We're medics. You're a full time one too. We've seen worse things,"

"Look," Sakura pulled Ino towards the book.

Ino's face turned into a look of disgust, "What is that?"

Sakura bit her lower lip, following the text with her finger. "It says that this is what happens when one of the Jinchuriki 'loses control.'"

"What's that suppose to mean?" Ino asked.

Sakura continued on, "Jinchuriki, according to the text are…" She gasped, "Humans sealed with a tailed beast within…"

"Close that book," Ino scolded, "It looks creepy."

"But the idea of it-

"Look, we're going to be late for Tsunade's test. You know what happens when we're late."

"I know," Sakura nodded, reluctantly putting the book back.

She forgot all about it after the test.

"Special, Jinchuriki, Kyuubi."

Little buzzing noises flew around her head. The front of her chest felt sick, like she had been cheated out of something. The doorbell rang. Sakura jumped up. The folder slipped from her hands. Papers messily flew around the apartment. She scooped down to the floor and hastily tried to pick them all up.

The bell rang impatiently again.

She got up, straightening her clothes. She took a deep breath. It was only a doorbell. Her hand grabbed hold of the steel knob—and turned.

"Hey Sakura!"

Her breath caught hold of something and choked. "Y-You."

"Are you scared that I manage to find my way to your house?" he laughed, "Don't worry. I didn't stalk you. An ANBU member led me here after the meeting."

"Oh, I knew that," she choked out.

"Come in," she said, after a moment, nearly tripping on the carpet. This was definitely an unexpected visit.

"Are you alright, Sakura?" asked Uzumaki, moving in to help her. His hand hovered over to hers.

"D-Don't."

"What?" he frowned, twisting his eyebrows, "Do you need help standing up…?"

"Don't get near me!" The words were out before Sakura could stop them and in a few seconds, she was out of her house, gone from Uzumaki's sight.

"Ino-chan, Ino-chan, what are we playing?" asked little Sakura. Around her hair was the red ribbon that Ino had given to her a long time ago.

"We're not playing," declared Ino, "It's called training. There are going to be a couple of other people coming."

"Really?" whimpered Sakura, placing her hands in front of her mouth, "W-Will they make fun of me?"

Ino patted her head softly. "If they make fun of you, stare at them straight in the eye!"

"O-Okay," Sakura nodded. She turned her head to the grass. She always thought of Ino as the heroine and herself as the sidekick. Licking her lips, she picked up a tiny flower from the grass and twirled around her thumb. The stem felt wet. Another kid, looking around the same age, walked past, appearing to be carrying something. Sakura gulped. It was now her turn to be brave.

"H-Hello," she waved with flower in hand.

The little kid looked over, a peculiar look on his face. He set down his box labeled 'Ramen' and pointed at his chest, tilting his head sideways, as if wondering if Sakura had indeed talked to him. Sakura nodded slightly at the blonde and smiled bashfully.

Meanwhile, Ino got up in front quietly.

"Get away from us!" she hollered.

"Ino-chan?"

The blonde took one scared glance at the duo and took off.

"Sakura, you almost got us in trouble!" scolded Ino.

"Huh?" Sakura blinked. "I didn't do anything naughty."

"You talked to that guy," she hissed, "Everyone knows your parents will get mad if you talk to him."

When Sakura's eyes started to water, Ino held up her index finger, "Remember to stay away from him. My mom said so."

"O-Okay," Sakura nodded. Ino was smart so there was no doubt in her mind that her friend was right.

She let out a huge grin.

"He was that tiny boy…" Sakura sighed, leaning back against the bench. Evening had arrived at last.

The girl stood up, slapping her knees lightly. "I'll go back…and apologize."

The bushes shook violently.

Sakura widened her eyes, "You're-

Tick tock tick tock. The room basked in a warm yellow light. A dark shadow crept up to the room, negating the light. The figure's pink hair blocked most of the sunlight. And when the person entered the room, she quickly wrapped her keys around her wrist, as a method to soften its ring.

The old desk still staggered to one side. The sofa sat on the edge of the wall, next to the dusty window. The folder and its documents lay scattered across the wooden planks of the floor. She scooped down again and gathered them all in a big pile.

"Hey Sakura." A new voice greeted her, "I'm afraid you can't get rid of me that easily."

Sakura lifted an eyebrow, "And why's that, your highness?"

"I'm Konoha's number one most surprising and annoying ninja."

Instead of responding to his previous statement, she stared at his jacket. "S-Sorry about earlier. I'm really sorry."

"One of those female things that I should not know about?"

"Eh, yeah." She hadn't the heart to tell him the truth.

"You're-

Sakura leaped backwards, feeling a bead of sweat slide down her neck.

"Sai." Her eyes softened, and she felt them water.

"You were the one following us…" Sakura stated, "I should have known. Kakashi-sensei always said you were the one most suitable to be a spy."

She broke off.

"So, how's life?"

Sai widened his smile, "Perfect. It's the same whether I have team mates or not."

Sakura felt something twist in her chest, "I-I see. It's weird how Team 7 is scattered around now."

"How's Sasuke-san?" asked Sai.

"I didn't get a chance to visit him yet. I guess I should be going soon. I have something important to say to somebody…" she turned away, but her head turned back. "But don't hesitate to come visit me, okay?" She knew perfectly well he wouldn't.

"Sakura-san, wait."

A long pause followed.

"You know why I was assigned to follow you."

Sakura waited for Sai to continue, continuing to stare into space. Leaves picked up from the ground and started twirling around.

"Your friend seemed to realize who I was to you. I did find it strange that he did not tell you about me."

"What did you do to him?"

"Already friendly with your new teammate? You always made friends the easiest."

"Sai, what did you do?"

"Nothing," Sai shrugged, "I just told him I was there to make sure he stays in control."

"That's not your job."

He walked a step forward to Sakura, "From your movements, you show that you know little to nothing about Naruto-kun. It's foolish for someone like you to do this."

"I can do this," argued Sakura, "The Hokage entrusted-

"Do you even know why he's blind?"

Sakura stopped cold, her mouth hanging from her last sentence.

"Four years ago, the Hokage accepted an deal in order for the Jinchuriki to not be imprisoned too long."

"What?"

"The Elders decided at that time to curse the Jinchuriki with a jutsu until further notice."

"W-what?"

"Sakura-san, give it up. You were always the baby of our team."

. She shook her fists, "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

Life could be so cruel sometimes. Why was he assigned the annoying task?

Shikamaru heaved a heavy sigh. He hated getting the food for the team barbeques. It just had to be like Ino to tell him to buy the groceries at the last minute. He had to hurry out his own house and into the market.

Life could be so troublesome.

"Sir, are you awake? You need to pay."

"Yeah," he sighed, scratching his head. He moved away his cart, as if changing his mind. "Never mind."

"I was halfway through scanning your items, sir," the cashier sent a glare.

"Sorry," he yawned, "I'll just treat them at a restaurant." He placed his hands in his pocket and attempted to leave.

The cashier merely looked at him dangerously. Shikamaru sent back a bored look.

"Do you really hate ramen that much, Sakura?"

Shikamaru frowned. What a loud person.

"It's not real food."

"Sakura?" he muttered. She appeared to be talking to a stranger, or at least, someone he never met. Shikamaru yawned again. He rubbed his eyes and continued walking. It wasn't his business to mind about other people.

Sizzle. Sizzle.

"Meat!"

"So you got too lazy to buy the groceries and decided to treat us?" asked Ino.

"Yeah," replied the shadow nin. He placed a hand behind his head and leaned back against the seat.

Ino nudged his shoulder; "You're always like this.

Shikamaru shrugged in response. 'Most of the time, the prepared barbeques are disastrous.'

"What?" retorted Ino, staring at Chouji slap another batch of meat. He started flipping the meat over and over again.

"It's not going to help it cook faster," stated Ino bluntly. Chouji ignored her. Surprisingly, none of the meat managed to fall out of the grill.

"There's something on your mind," stated Shikamaru.

Ino checked her nails silently. She scratched at the paint on a few of them. "No, there isn't."

"Your wrinkles show the truth," Shikamaru pointed out.

"What?!" Ino touched her face, "Don't tell me I'm this worried my age is speeding up!"

"So you are worried," stated Shikamaru.

Ino froze, "So you tricked me?"

"So, what's your problem?"

Ino fidgeted in her seat, taking a piece of meat from the grill. She chewed on a corner and placed it down. "I'm worried about Sakura. When I come to her house, she shoos me away."

"Also, even her mother didn't see her for a while. I'm really worried. It's like she's hiding something from me." She took a drink from her cup of tea.

"I see," Shikamaru nodded. It was a lie, but it was the correct response in situations like these.

"Why aren't you guys eating?" asked Chouji.

"Who says we aren't?" retorted Ino sharply. She picked her chopsticks and grabbed a piece from meat from the grill.

"No fair Ino, that was my piece!" whined Chouji.

"You told me to eat!"

"But not my meat!"

"So troublesome."

Today was another troublesome day.

Shikamaru knocked on the Hokage's door. Left of him was an ANBU member who had politely instructed him to arrive at the Hokage's office.

"Come in!" Tsunade's voice rang loudly in the hallway.

Shikamaru hesitated opening the door, but the ANBU member didn't.

"Good morning, Tsunade-sama," he said in his famous bored tone.

Tsunade sighed at his antics. She threw him a folder across her desk.

"I want you to follow this person."

He grabbed the folder, narrowing his eyes. What now? "Isn't this Konoha's Root? Shouldn't someone more experienced than a Chuunin be receiving this task?"

"We both know who's suited for this task," smiled Tsunade. "I want you to keep track of his movements."

Shikamaru waited for a while, "How long do you want each report?"

"Every week," answered Tsunade.

He did a curt nod and exited. His shoulders were slumped with his feet dragging the floor. He rubbed his hand over his face. There was so much work to do he didn't even get to say his favorite word.

Troublesome.

He heaved himself down the stairs, slowly. There was no big hurry.

Bam! Green collided with orange. Shikamaru fell back on the stairs, dropping his folder a stair below him.

"You alright?" It was the annoying blonde at the market.

Shikamaru stood up and dusted his jacket for debris. "It's you-" he stopped himself. 'Must get away as fast as possible.'

The blonde stood up, "Do I know you?"

"I mistook you for a friend," lied Shikamaru. "Sorry, I should be going now." Shikamaru mocked wave and continued walking down. He stopped when he felt a hand grab at his collar.

"Hey, hey, hey! We haven't even introduced ourselves!"

'Troublesome guy,' twitched Shikamaru. 'Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away.'

When Shikamaru made no move to answer, the blonde opened his mouth instead, "Name's Uzumaki Naruto! You?"

"Nara Shikamaru," he stated, "I never heard of you and I really have to be going now."

"Wait!" Naruto blocked his path once again.

"What?" asked Shikamaru. His voice was a bit harsher than he had meant to.

"I was supposed to go to the hospital but I somehow ended up here.

Shikamaru narrowed his eyes, "If you ask the Hokage-sama, I'm sure she'll assist you."

"Thanks, Shikamaru."

"You're welcome," he choked back, walking quickly down the stairs before the blonde could change his mind. There were crucial things to do than babble with an idiot on a pair of stairs.

Too bad he forgot about his folder that he accidentally left on the floor.

Sakura looked out the window another time, rubbing her hands against her skirt.

"S-S-Sakura-san?" A soft petal-like finger tapped her shoulder softly.

"Hey Hinata!"

"Hi, Sakura-san. I-Is everything alright?"

Sakura grabbed Hinata's hand, "Can you do me a favor, please?"

Hinata nodded lightly, looking a bit pale. She twiddled her fingers in her usual manner. "W-What is it?"

"Great!" Sakura patted her on the back. With a smile she said, "I can't get out of the hospital now but you're off shift right now, right?"

Hinata nodded.

"So can you help me find a certain person?" asked Sakura. Her face was almost touching Hinata's. Sakura looked around the hallway; "I have to get back to work soon."

"H-How?" asked Hinata. She shook her head and changed her question, "I mean who?"

"Uzumaki Naruto," answered Sakura.

"I don't know him though," said Hinata.

"Hmm…" Sakura absentmindedly started tapping her fingers at the wall. "He had blond hair…and blue eyes…just call his name out," said Sakura, practically pushing the Hyuuga out of the hospital.

"Thank you!" she waved a goodbye, "When you find him, can you bring him back immediately?"

Hinata nodded once again before scurrying away in the busy streets of Konoha.

"Uzumaki-san."

No one replied back.

Everywhere around were all dark-haired people. There was not one blonde in sight.

"Uzumaki-san?" she called out again. The hospital was out of view. She had walked a long way already. Had this Uzumaki Naruto really gotten lost? It seemed kind of suspicious. She clapped her hands. Perhaps Sakura had been tricked. This Uzumaki person never was going to the hospital. She would have to find a way to apologize to Sakura if that was the case.

Her stomach growled loudly. She looked up to the sky. It looked close to mid-noon and she hadn't been able to have breakfast back at the household due to a family dispute. Hinata needed a quick way to obtain food before heading back to the hospital. Looking around, she spotted the old Ichiraku's ramen shop.

"Come on pops! Let-me-enter-the-contest!"

Cheering crowds were gathered around the small shop today though instead of the regular two or three people. Labels of 'Ramen Contest' were labeled everywhere. Hinata was surprised that she hadn't seen it before.

Maybe whomever Sakura needed to find was inside. There was a possibility seeing how so many people were crammed in that shop today. With a strong nod, she took a few steps forward and moved in on the crowds. It was worth a try.

She peered ahead.

"Let me enter!"

"Not without a partner. Even you won't last the first round!"

"Excuse me." The scene switches back to the shy Hyuuga heiress. She pushed slowly through the crowd.

"I can win this contest by myself!"

"Uzumaki-san?" she called out. She pushed aside the crowd with both her hands and squeezed through the middle. There were two people assigned per chair, four chairs in total. One sat alone by the corner, blond hair and blue eyes. Hinata gulped. It was time to take a chance.

"Uzumaki Naruto?" she poked his shoulder lightly.

The blonde turned instantly, so fast Hinata wondered how he didn't break his neck. She noted that his face seemed extremely childish for his age. It was probably that big wide grin of his that influenced her thoughts.

"That's me?" he placed a thumbs up, "What's up?"

A breath of relief flowed through Hinata. She had found whomever Sakura needed. Hinata found herself forming the words naturally, rather than thinking before speaking, "Can-you-come-with-me-to-the-hospital?" she mumbled out softly.

"Can you allow me to be your partner?" Naruto repeated slowly. "Sure!" He grabbed her arm and banged the counter.

"I got a partner now so I can enter, right?"

Hinata blinked. The shop owner looked toward Hinata for clarification. She nodded weakly.

"Fine," the shop owner sighed, "You're in Naruto."

The blonde flapped his arms in the air. He turned over to Hinata and shook her hand, "Thanks, um…what was your name again?"

"Hyuuga Hinata," she answered.

"Thanks Hinata!"

"Y-You're welcome," she nodded, the words feeling strange coming from her. She wasn't used to saying them. "So what do we do?"

"Don't worry!" Naruto declared, "Just eat as much ramen as you can."

"What?" Hinata turned paler, "I-I-"

"Hmm?" asked Naruto.

Hinata backed away, bumping against the wall, "Never mind, it's nothing."

"Okay!" He turned back to the counter and grabbed two pair of chopsticks, one for Hinata and one for himself.

Eight large bowls of ramen were brought out and passed to each group. Hinata could feel the hot steaming soup rise up to her cheeks. Was…that spicy flavor?

"Remember, the group that eats the most doesn't have to pay. The last group will pay for them. Begin!"

Naruto started off like a piranha, literally eating the bowl clean of its contents. Hinata gulped. At least he didn't eat the bowl.

"H-Here goes nothing…" She closed her eyes, picked up her chopsticks, and crammed the noodles into her mouth.

"Go, go, go!"

The praises and cheers kept coming. Though Hinata knew that most weren't meant for her, it was nice to hear something positive.

Slowly, she finished her first bowl.

"Refill at station 2!" called out the owner.

Almost immediately, another bowl was brought out. Naruto slammed his chopsticks.

"Another one for me too!"

She stole a quick glance at his pile. Five huge bowls were messy stacked. Looking back at her pile, there was only one bowl. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek as she licked her lips. She was dragging him down with her slow pace.

Hinata sniffed the ramen. The steam of the food flew in her nose with its salty scent. She twisted a strand of noodles with her chopsticks and jammed it in her mouth. Maybe they would win.

Hinata downed another glass of water. She wiped her lips along the edge of her sleeve and set the cup down.

"We won," she grinned weakly, making a V sign with her fingers. She swallowed down a cough.

Naruto patted her on the back, "You sure can eat!"

"Y-You too," said Hinata. They were the champions in the Ramen Contest: 41 bowls in total.

Hinata frowned. Something seemed familiar. There was something about his movements.

"R-Ramen boy?" she squinted, looking closer at his features. Now that she had a moment to think carefully, he did look like him…

She gasped, "It really is you!"

"Ramen boy?" asked Naruto.

"Y-You know, at the playground," said Hinata. She felt sweat form at the back of her neck. Her hands were refused to stay still, "I remember you were helping me out with the bullies even though you were carrying a box of ramen."

"I-I remembered because y-your voice sounded kind of similar," she added quickly as an afterthought. "Um…I'm probably mistakened-

"You sure change emotions really fast…" sighed Naruto, taking back his seat.

"Oh no, I forgot. Sakura-san is still waiting!"

"S-Sakura?"

"Y-Yeah," Hinata nodded.

The whole way back, Hinata couldn't help but smile at his company.

"We're here," stated Hinata. She walked in the glass doors and peered around. Sakura was nowhere in sight.

"That office freak at Tsunade's office told me not to bother Sakura for the entire day…" he stated. "Can't believe I fell for it…"

"Sakura?" asked Hinata. Were the two close?

"Anything wrong?"

"N-Nothing," Hinata shook her head, "Sakura should be at his room right about now…"

Hinata gestured Naruto to follow her up the stairs to the second floor. It held a different mood to the hospital. The second floor was quieter than the first. The lights buzzed unstably and occasionally a few would turn off for a few seconds.

Hinata hugged her arms tight to her jacket. A chill went up her spine. She avoided this place, if possible.

"S-Sorry, b-because I forgot…" Hinata apologized, breaking the silence.

"Don't worry about it."

"O-Okay," Hinata nodded. "Sakura should be at B229, Uchiha Sasuke's room."

"Who?"

"He was part of Sakura-san's old team. He's been sleeping here for a long time."

"What a lazy bum guy."

"You mean yourself," said a new voice. The person stood by the door, arms crossed. "Don't tell me you got lost for two hours?"

"Err…" Naruto deadpanned, "Did I mention you're a wonderfully nice person, Sakura?"

Hinata stepped up, "I-It was my fault."

"Don't protect this lazy bum," said Sakura, "He's even trying to wiggle his way out of it by sweet talking."

"I'm not," Hinata assured, "We were at a ramen eating contest. I forgot about the hospital. Sorry, Sakura-san."

Sakura sighed, "It's alright, as long as nothing bad happened."

"Oh sure, blame me and not Hinata-chan."

"She wasn't the one that caused me to be so worried this whole afternoon," snapped Sakura. "I almost prescribed the wrong medicine to a Genin."

"Sorry, I lost track of time."

"So anything else happened?" asked Sakura.

"Um…we found out that we knew each other," Hinata said softly.

"R-Really?" Sakura cleared her throat and shrugged, "That's great, I guess."

"I don't really remember it though."

"Idiot," sighed Sakura.

"W-Well…I won't bother you anymore," said Hinata, "I have to get back to work as well…" She shifted her weight and walked down the stairs.

"She's weird," said Naruto, "but acts kind of nice."

"I have nothing to say to that," Sakura stated, walking back into the room. She took a seat at the right of Sasuke's bed.

"I wonder when this lazy bum is going to wake up. It's been a few years already…" She brushed the messy hair away from the boy's forehead.

"Anyways," Sakura got up from her seat, "Know that I'm supposed to be guarding you so I need to know your location."

Naruto wiggled his eyebrows. "Even the restrooms?"

"Yes, that too, unfortunately." Sakura walked out of the room, "Follow."

"Where to?"

"Home," laughed Sakura, "My shift has ended already because it took so long for you to arrive."

"Wait," said Sakura, "Stay in this room first while I check out, okay?"

Naruto plopped down on the floor. It was rather clean, like someone had spent the time to clean it every day.

"Uchiha Sasuke…your name sounds kind of cool…I guess, but my name is cooler heh."

Maybe if Naruto could see, he would have seen the Uchiha's hand twitch slightly.

The season in Konoha was changing.