Minato sat at the head of the long table in his office, the dim lighting casting shadows on the faces of his advisors. The tension in the air was palpable as the final images of the footage flickered out, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. Shikaku, Tsunade, and Danzo exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them.

"Such a waste," Tsunade finally broke the silence, her voice heavy with grief. "What happened to the Naruto I knew? The boy who fought for peace?"

Shikaku leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. "I never foresaw him resorting to this. Killing the Mizukage like that… It was an act of cold-blooded murder."

Danzo's eyes narrowed, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Let's call it what it is, Shikaku—a sadistic murder. We need to address this... monster. We cannot allow someone like him to roam free."

Minato nodded solemnly, his face a mask of concern. "It's clear now that Naruto is too far gone. This was no mere act of rebellion; it's a declaration of war."

Tsunade's fists clenched on the table. "What scares me most is his brazen threatening of the Kage. He included you in that threat, Minato. It shows he sees himself as untouchable."

"Indeed," Danzo interjected, his voice steady and calculated. "This Akatsuki of his poses a credible threat. We should issue a kill-on-sight order for both Naruto and Yugito Nii, who appeared to be his accomplice in the footage."

Minato paused, contemplating Danzo's words. "While what happened is unprecedented, we don't need to shed tears for the Mizukage. She was our enemy, after all. Before the ceasefire, she stood against us."

Danzo leaned forward, his expression serious. "If we look at it from another angle, her death could be a blessing in disguise. Kiri is now without a leader, their military is in disarray. Their vaunted navy is lost without a Mizukage at the helm. They are weaker than ever."

Tsunade shook her head, her voice rising. "That's exactly why we shouldn't take advantage of this moment. We should respect the ceasefire and offer them a helping hand. Establishing a partnership with Kiri would be far more beneficial."

"Minato," Danzo said slowly, his tone almost patronizing, "Konoha would be better off gaining territory and resources from Kiri while they're vulnerable. This is a rare opportunity."

Minato exchanged glances with Shikaku, who appeared to be weighing his options. "I agree with Danzo. The water country is at its weakest right now. If we act quickly, we could establish authority over them before they regroup."

Tsunade's eyes flashed with anger. "You can't be serious, Minato! Taking advantage of Kiri's weakened state is not the way of a true leader."

"Are you suggesting we cower and wait for them to recover?" Danzo countered, his voice laced with disdain. "That's a fool's plan."

Minato raised a hand to quell the rising tension. "Let's not forget our primary objective: to protect Konoha and its interests. I want to visit the Kazekage and speak with him about our next steps."

"Be careful," Tsunade warned, her voice softer but still firm. "You know how fragile the situation is right now."

"I will," Minato assured her, his gaze steady. "In the meantime, we need increased security around Konoha, especially with the delegation to take Hanabi Hyuuga to Kumo tomorrow."

As Minato stood up to dismiss the meeting, he could feel the weight of their unresolved arguments lingering in the air. Tsunade glared at Danzo, a fire in her eyes that spoke volumes about her disdain for his manipulative tactics, but she kept her mouth shut.

"Meeting adjourned," Minato declared, his voice echoing in the tense silence.

The night was heavy with an almost palpable tension as Hinata sat in front of her mirror, the faint light of the moon casting a silvery glow on her determined face. Clad in her mission gear, she adjusted the straps of her backpack resting beside her, filled with everything she might need for their journey. Tonight was the night she would change everything for herself and her sister. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

This is it. No turning back now,she thought, staring at her reflection. The girl she saw in the mirror seemed different; she looked like a warrior ready to fight for her freedom. With one last glance, Hinata rose and stepped out of her room, her resolve strengthening with each step.

She made her way to Hanabi's room, her pulse quickening at the thought of what they were about to do. Gently rapping on the door four times, she held her breath as she waited. A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Hanabi dressed in similar travel attire, her expression a mixture of determination and apprehension.

"It's time," Hinata whispered, her voice steady yet soft.

Hanabi nodded, her eyes reflecting the uncertainty that both sisters felt. Hinata quickly reached under her bed, pulling out Hanabi's backpack and inspecting it one last time. Satisfied, she stood up and said, "Follow my lead. We need to be silent."

Together, they slipped into the darkness outside the compound, the cool night air wrapping around them like a cloak. Hinata activated her Byakugan, even though the rules of their clan forbade it within the safety of their home. But what she was doing was crucial, a mission that transcended clan loyalty and tradition.

"Stay close," she whispered, gesturing for Hanabi to follow. They navigated through the shadows, carefully avoiding the few guards patrolling the area. Hinata's mind raced with thoughts of their escape, the weight of their decision hanging heavily in the air.

Get Hanabi away before the marriage...

She glanced sideways at her sister, who walked silently beside her, the resolve evident in her posture. It was all for Hanabi; she couldn't let her sister be a pawn in a political game. Their destination was clear: Gaara's shelter in Sunagakure. But part of her longed for another ally—someone to help her on her journey. The thought of it warmed her heart but she quickly buried it. This was about Hanabi, not her.

As they reached the Eastern wall, Hinata crouched low, preparing to give Hanabi a boost over the top. "You can do this," she encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper. Hanabi climbed up, her determination shining through despite the danger they were in.

Just as Hinata prepared to leap herself, a voice echoed through the night, halting her in her tracks. "Hinata."

She turned slowly, her heart dropping at the sight of Hiashi, standing with his arms crossed, a stern expression etched on his face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm stepping in and saving Hanabi," she replied, her voice firm despite the knot in her stomach.

"Do you understand the implications of your actions?" Hiashi's voice was low, almost dangerous.

Hinata swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she said, finding a courage she didn't know she possessed. "I'm doing what you failed to do."

"Hinata," Hiashi warned, his tone sharp, "I can't allow you to leave. You know that."

Her heart raced as she met his gaze, feeling the years of disappointment and duty weighing heavily between them. "I'm sorry, Father, but I have to help my sister."

With that, Hinata climbed the wall, glancing back one last time. Hiashi's expression was unreadable, but the silence that followed spoke volumes.

"Come on!" she urged Hanabi, who was just a step behind her.

As they slipped into the night, disappearing into the shadows, a flicker of hope ignited within Hinata. She was free. They were free. Together, they would forge a new path—away from the chains of their clan, away from a future they did not choose.

As they sprinted into the unknown, Hinata felt a sense of purpose, her sister by her side, and the night air full of possibility.

The familiar landscape of Naruto and Gaara's shared mind plane shimmered into view, a vast desert under a sun that never set. The gentle winds stirred the sand around them, carrying whispers of their past battles and shared struggles. Gaara stood, arms crossed, staring into the horizon as he awaited Naruto's arrival.

"Hey, Gaara," Naruto's voice broke the stillness, bright and buoyant as always. He appeared beside Gaara, his expression transitioning from casual to serious as he caught sight of the Kazekage's somber demeanor. "How's everything going? Where's Fuu?"

Gaara turned to face him, the weight of their shared history heavy in the air. "Fuu didn't want to talk to you just yet," he said flatly, his gaze unwavering. "You killed her aunt, Naruto. She's still processing that."

"I understand," Naruto replied, his voice lowering. "But I hoped she'd at least be open to talking. I never wanted to hurt her or anyone else. It's complicated."

Gaara nodded, his mind racing with thoughts. "You've made a scene in the ninja world, killing the Mizukage of a great nation. Why are you doing this?"

Naruto took a breath, the playful glint in his eyes fading into something more profound. "I have to eliminate the Kage. I can't let the cycle of war continue. I want to help create a world where no one has to live in fear, where the innocent aren't victims of decisions made by those in power."

"That's a noble goal," Gaara acknowledged, folding his arms tighter across his chest. "But how can you justify going after the Kage? What about me? You mentioned my name in that video; does that mean you'll come after me too?"

"It was just an act," Naruto assured him quickly, sensing Gaara's tension. "I'm not coming after you. I had to mention it to keep the suspicion off you. I couldn't let them think you were involved."

Gaara's expression softened slightly, but he remained guarded. "It's a dangerous game you're playing. Do you really think this will lead to peace?"

"Gaara," Naruto said earnestly, "after everything we've been through, I know it can seem impossible. But I was inspired by you and Fuu's attempts to unite the villages against a common enemy. I just want everyone to live without the constant fear of war."

Gaara listened, his heart heavy with the implications of Naruto's words. "But you're condemning yourself as the common enemy. You're choosing to be hunted."

Naruto's expression turned grim. "I was already on the run from Konoha after I deserted during their offensive. Leaving my friends behind... leaving Hinata behind... It haunted me. I can't go back to them like this, not as a rogue. If I can ensure their safety, it's worth it."

The silence stretched between them as Gaara contemplated the burden Naruto carried. "And what if your actions put them in even greater danger?"

Naruto clenched his fists, his voice shaking with barely contained anger. "That's exactly what's happening, Gaara! My father made a deal with the Raikage to sell Hinata off into slavery! It's sickening! These people push for constant wars and then use innocents as pawns to pay for their mistakes. I won't let that happen. Hinata doesn't deserve to suffer because of their decisions."

"Your anger is justified," Gaara replied slowly, "but how does that lead you to want to kill the Kage?"

"Because I can't trust them!" Naruto snapped, frustration boiling over. "They're part of the problem! Even if I force a ceasefire, they'll keep creating more issues and using their people to enforce their will once they find a new reason to bicker. I can't let this cycle continue! If I take them out, maybe the nations will finally see the truth."

Gaara studied Naruto, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't necessarily agree with your methods, but I can see you're fighting for a noble cause. I wanted to thank you, on behalf of the people of the Wind Country, for eliminating Mei. She was responsible for countless atrocities against us."

"Mei was just one branch of the rotting tree," Naruto replied, a bittersweet smile creeping onto his lips. "I still have a lot of work to do."

Gaara's expression turned serious again. "I only hope you know what you're doing. This path you're on... it's dangerous."

Naruto nodded, a somber weight settling in. "I know, but I have to do something, Gaara. For everyone's sake."

"Good luck," Gaara said, his voice firm. "And be careful."

With that, Gaara felt the connection begin to fade. He returned to the real world, a flicker of resolve igniting within him. He rose from his seat, moving to the window of his office. Below, the people of Sunagakure celebrated Mei's death, a bittersweet symphony of justice and loss. Just then, an assistant entered the room, a look of urgency on his face.

"Kazekage, you have a visitor."

Gaara raised an eyebrow, curiosity piquing his interest. "Who is it?"

"I'm not sure, but they said it was important."

Gaara's heart raced at the unexpectedness of the visitor. He steeled himself for whoever might come through that door, ready to face whatever awaited him.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the walls of the Kazekage's office. Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, sat at the desk, his expression a blend of concern and determination. Across from him, Gaara, the Kazekage, shifted slightly in his chair, his gaze steady and resolute.

"Mei's murder has shaken the entire alliance," Minato began, leaning forward, his blue eyes piercing. "We need to address the situation with the utmost seriousness. Naruto's threats to the Kage cannot be ignored."

Gaara nodded, his sandy hair falling over his brow. "I agree. If Naruto is willing to go as far as to threaten the leaders of the nations, we are facing a situation that could escalate quickly. We must be cautious."

Minato sighed, rubbing his temples. "I've been considering how best to approach this. We need to gather the other Kage and discuss a unified response. If we don't act, it may be too late."

"Plans must be made," Gaara replied, his voice firm. "But we should be wary of how we proceed. Naruto may have been pushed to these extremes due to our own actions."

The air in the room felt charged, heavy with the weight of their words. Minato leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "I have a proposal regarding Kiri. With their leadership in disarray after Mei's death, now is the time to strike. We can reclaim Suna's lost territory and perhaps even capture parts of the Water Country."

Gaara's expression darkened. "I cannot support such an aggressive approach, Minato. We agreed to uphold the ceasefire. Going on the offensive now would undermine everything we've worked for."

Minato's brows furrowed in frustration. "This is the best opportunity we've had in years. Kiri is vulnerable, and if we do nothing, another power could rise and fill that void. We cannot allow that to happen."

"Invading Kiri will only create more enemies," Gaara countered, his voice unwavering. "Prior to Mei's rule, Kiri was never truly an enemy of Suna. Our rivalry was mainly with Konoha. This is our chance to re-establish a partnership, not deepen our divisions."

"And what if that partnership never materializes?" Minato shot back, irritation creeping into his tone. "You're playing a dangerous game, Gaara. We need to act decisively."

Gaara's gaze remained fixed on Minato, the tension in the room thickening. "I understand your concerns, but hostility will only breed more hostility. I believe in a peaceful resolution. We can help Kiri rebuild rather than exploit their weakness."

Minato leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. The frustration was evident on his face, but he knew better than to push Gaara too far. "Very well. If you refuse to act, then we will prepare for the upcoming Kage summit. It's essential that we present a united front."

"I will be there," Gaara assured him, his tone calm but resolute. "You have my word."

As Minato stood to leave, he cast one last glance over his shoulder, the frustration still evident. "I hope you reconsider your position before it's too late."

Gaara remained silent, watching as the Hokage exited the room. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him. The burden of leadership was heavy, and he was determined to find a path that wouldn't lead to further bloodshed.

Once Minato was gone, Gaara closed his eyes, reflecting on their conversation. He could feel the tension between their differing philosophies, yet he knew he had to stick to his convictions. A familiar presence reached out to him, and he opened his mind, seeking the connection that had guided him through difficult times.

"Are you there?" he murmured, reaching out with his chakra.

In the stillness of the room, he felt the reassuring pulse of Shukaku, the One-Tail. The bond between them had evolved, becoming more than just a Jinchuriki and his beast; it was a partnership built on trust and understanding.

"Let's have a talk with him," Gaara thought, feeling the warmth of the spirit within him.

In this moment of solitude, the Kazekage steeled himself for the challenges ahead, ready to navigate the turbulent waters of diplomacy and power. He would not lose sight of his vision for a peaceful world, no matter the pressures from those around him.

Hinata sat by Hanabi's bedside in the Kazekage's guest house, her sister nestled under a warm blanket, fast asleep. The soft, rhythmic sound of Hanabi's breathing brought a sense of calm to Hinata, but beneath that calm lay an undercurrent of worry.

Two days had passed since they arrived in Sunagakure, and although Gaara had generously offered them refuge, uncertainty loomed over their situation like a dark cloud.

"Goodnight, Hanabi," Hinata whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sister's forehead. She kissed her gently before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As she wandered into the cool desert night, Hinata leaned against a sturdy tree and took a deep breath, soaking in the moment of tranquility that the stars above provided.

The peace was deceiving. Hinata's mind raced with thoughts of home, of Konoha, and of the recent events that had forced her and Hanabi to flee. She recalled the day Hanabi was scheduled to be sent to Kumo, the feeling of dread that gripped her heart, and the sense of accomplishment she felt when she had managed to save her sister from a future she couldn't bear to imagine. But now, with that victory came a heavy burden: what would happen next?

The truth was, Hinata felt adrift. Would they remain in Suna forever? How would they navigate the political storm brewing between Konoha and Kumo? These questions tormented her, and she sighed deeply, the familiar feeling of confusion washing over her. Night after night, she found herself outside, staring at the stars, seeking answers that always seemed just out of reach.

As her thoughts drifted back to her home, her heart tightened. The faces of her friends and family flashed before her—Sasuke, Sakura, and especially Naruto. The memories of their time together, the bonds they forged, and the promises made felt bittersweet now. She clenched her fists as anger began to swell within her, directed at those responsible for her current situation.

Danzo's face loomed large in her mind. How could he have orchestrated such a twisted fate for Hanabi? The mere thought of him, of the way he had manipulated the village and its people, made her stomach turn. He was the one who had pushed for Hanabi's marriage, treating her life as a mere political pawn.

She couldn't understand how anyone could view her sister, or any of the jinchuriki, as anything less than human, deserving of love and respect.

And then there was Konoha—her home—complicit in these schemes. The very leaders she had trusted now felt like strangers, mere shadows of the people she once believed in. She felt betrayed, not only by them but also by herself for staying loyal to a village that turned its back on its own.

Her mind flickered back to Naruto. He had fought for change, for a better world, but how could he succeed when those in power continued to make the same mistakes? She remembered the promise he made, the vision he shared of a peaceful world where no one would suffer as she and Hanabi had. But now, she worried for him more than ever. He was embroiled in a war that seemed to engulf everything in darkness.

Hinata felt a lump form in her throat, and she closed her eyes against the tears threatening to fall. She whispered his name, calling out for him as if he could hear her. "Naruto…" She let out a shaky breath, wishing she could apologize for how things had turned out between them, for the way she had betrayed his trust and loyalty.

As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, she was startled by the sound of soft footsteps behind her. Turning quickly, she saw Hanabi walking towards her, a sleepy look in her eyes.

"Hinata?" Hanabi asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you out here?"

Hinata quickly wiped her eyes, trying to put on a brave face. "I… I couldn't sleep. Just needed some fresh air."

Hanabi frowned, taking a few steps closer. "You were crying, weren't you?"

Hinata's heart sank. "No, I was just tired."

"Liar," Hanabi said, her voice playful yet concerned. "You can tell me. I'm here for you, you know."

Hinata smiled, moved by her sister's sweetness. Hanabi walked up and hugged her tightly, and for a moment, Hinata felt warmth flood through her, momentarily pushing away her worries.

"Thank you for looking out for me, Hinata. I know it must be hard for you too," Hanabi murmured.

Overwhelmed by her sister's gratitude, Hinata hugged her tighter. "I'll always look out for you, Hanabi. You mean the world to me."

Hanabi pulled back slightly, her brow furrowed as she studied Hinata's face. "Are you crying because you miss Naruto?"

Hinata hesitated, the question hanging heavily in the air. "I… I do miss him," she admitted, her voice cracking.

With her eyes closed, she allowed herself to bask in the simple comfort of her sister's presence, wishing for the innocence of their childhood. Memories of simpler times flooded her mind, the laughter they shared, the games they played, and the way they would stay up late talking about their dreams.

Hanabi, sensing her sister's sadness, nestled against her, and Hinata felt a fresh wave of tears spill from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Hanabi. I never wanted you to be in danger. I thought I could protect you."

"You did," Hanabi replied, her voice steady. "You saved me from Kumo. I'm so grateful."

Hinata pulled back slightly, looking into her sister's eyes. "I just wish I could do more. I wish things were different."

"They will be different," Hanabi reassured her, squeezing her hand. "We're together, and we'll figure it out. Just like always."

Hinata couldn't help but smile at Hanabi's optimism. She knew her sister was right; they had each other, and together, they would face whatever came next. "You're right," she said softly. "We'll find a way through this."

They settled under the tree, the stars twinkling overhead, a reminder of the world's vast possibilities. As they sat there together, Hinata allowed her heart to relax for the first time in days. With Hanabi by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos, and for now, that was enough.

The night was serene, the moon hanging high above, casting a soft glow over the Kazekage's guest house. Hinata sat outside, having drifted off under the stars. The gentle night air stirred softly around her, lulling her into a deep slumber. But suddenly, the tranquility was shattered.

"Hinata! Wake up!"

Hinata stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. The blurry outline of her younger sister, Hanabi, hovered over her, excitement radiating from her. "What is it, Hanabi?" Hinata mumbled, rubbing her eyes groggily.

"You need to get up! You won't believe who's here!"

Before Hinata could process her sister's words, a familiar voice broke through the night, deep and warm. "You should probably get inside."

Hinata's heart stopped. The voice sent a jolt of recognition coursing through her veins. She froze, slowly raising her head to find Naruto standing a few feet away, a smile lighting up his face. It was a smile she had missed so much, one that felt like sunshine breaking through a storm.

"N-Naruto?" she whispered, disbelief washing over her like a tidal wave.

Her heart raced, and before she could collect her thoughts, Hanabi squealed in delight and dashed over to him, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward Hinata. "Look! It's Naruto! I can't believe he's here!"

Hinata watched as Hanabi practically dragged Naruto closer, her chest tightening with a mixture of joy and relief. Naruto looked just as she remembered, though his hair was noticeably shorter, and he carried an air of maturity that spoke of the challenges he had faced.

Naruto knelt down beside her, his smile brightening even more. "Hey, Hinata. How have you been?"

Hinata opened her mouth, but before she could muster a reply, Hanabi interjected, firing off a rapid succession of questions. "Naruto, why are you back? Where have you been? What happened to your hair? It looks… different!"

Naruto laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, yeah. It's just something I tried out. But it looks good eh?"

Hanabi rolled her eyes playfully. "You look ridiculous! Come on, let's get you inside and make some tea!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him along, leading him toward the house with her usual boundless energy.

"Hanabi, it's 11pm..." Naruto grumbled, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and Hanabi continued to drag him behind her.

Hinata watched, her heart swelling with happiness. She could hardly believe that Naruto had returned to them. After everything they had faced, the uncertainty and the fear, here he was—standing in front of her once more.

As they entered the warm light of the house, Hinata's smile softened into a serene expression. She had so many things she wanted to say to him, questions about his journey, his struggles, and how he felt now. But for the moment, she was content just to be near him, to see that he was safe.

Hanabi poured water into a kettle, her chatter filling the space as she fussed over Naruto. "What do you want in your tea? Honey? Lemon? Or just plain?"

"Uh, just plain is fine," Naruto replied, glancing over his shoulder at Hinata. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and Hinata felt her heart skip a beat. The warmth of their connection sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Hanabi continued, oblivious to the moment they shared. "You know, we were all so worried about you! I heard you fell ill and—"

"Hana, can you maybe let Naruto breathe for a second?" Hinata interjected, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Naruto chuckled, the sound rich and comforting. "Yeah, I can handle it. Just… give me a moment here," he said, his gaze locked on Hinata.

As Hanabi busied herself with the kettle, Hinata finally found her voice. "Naruto… I—I'm so glad you're back."

Naruto's expression softened, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. "Me too, Hinata. I missed everyone. I missed you."

Before Hinata could reply, Hanabi returned with two cups of steaming tea, handing one to Naruto and setting the other in front of Hinata. "Here you go! Now, tell us everything!"

Hinata took a deep breath, a rush of emotions swirling within her. She wanted to hear everything too—the battles he had fought, the people he had met, and how he had managed to come back to them. But for now, she would savor this moment, grateful for the warmth of family and the presence of the one person who had always been her guiding light.

The moonlight filtered softly through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room. Hanabi lay on her bed, her eyes bright with curiosity and delight as Naruto recounted tales of his adventures in the war. "So, there I was, surrounded by a hundred enemy ninjas, and I unleashed the power of the Nine-Tails! They never stood a chance!" he exclaimed, his hands animatedly illustrating the scene.

Hanabi giggled, clearly entertained but also aware of the embellishments. "A hundred, huh? Were you sure they weren't just a few angry villagers?"

Naruto chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Okay, maybe it was more like… twenty. But they were tough! And I was outnumbered!"

"Right," Hanabi said with a knowing smile, rolling her eyes playfully. "Outnumbered by a bunch of scared villagers. What's next? Are you going to tell me you single-handedly defeated the Raikage?"

"Now that's a story for another time!" he replied with a grin, but Hanabi noticed the slight tension in his smile, the unspoken weight of what he'd been through.

As they talked, the mood lifted her spirits, and Hanabi felt grateful for Naruto's presence. "I'm really glad you're back, Naruto. It's nice to see you well again."

"Thanks, Hanabi. It feels good to be back," he said, his expression softening. "But you know what? I've got some important business to take care of."

Hanabi's smile faded slightly. "You're leaving again?"

"Just some jinchuriki business. You know how it is," he replied, trying to sound casual, but the nervousness in his voice betrayed him.

"When will you be back?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Naruto leaned closer, a warm smile returning to his face. "It's a surprise! I'll come see you when you least expect it. Promise."

Hanabi giggled, her spirits lifting again. "Okay, I'll hold you to that."

"Goodnight, Hanabi. Get some rest," he said, standing up.

"Goodnight, Naruto," she replied, her voice sweet and hopeful as he left her room.

As Naruto stepped into the corridor, he spotted Hinata standing outside, gazing up at the stars. She looked lost in thought, a familiar softness in her features. The moment he saw her, the air around him shifted, and he felt a mix of warmth and uncertainty.

"Hey, Hinata," he called softly, approaching her.

"Hey," she replied softly, her heart fluttering at his presence.

Naruto hesitated, his voice faltering as he tried to find the right words. "I... um, I'm glad to see you safe."

Hinata offered a small smile, though her eyes betrayed the sadness she felt. "Gaara told you everything?"

He nodded, his expression serious. "He said you all were seeking shelter here. I came as soon as I could."

There was a brief silence between them, thick with unspoken feelings. Finally, Hinata took a deep breath. "I saw what you did. With the Mizukage."

Naruto's breath hitched in his throat. "I had a vision. I was acting on it," he explained, his voice deeper now, revealing the gravity of his intentions.

"Why are you doing this, Naruto?" she pressed, her brow furrowing with concern.

He met her gaze, determination flickering in his eyes. "I want to eliminate the Kage. End this cycle of violence."

Hinata listened intently, her heart aching at the thought. After he finished, silence enveloped them again. She hesitated, then carefully asked, "When are you going after the Raikage?"

Naruto looked taken aback, his surprise evident. "Hinata…"

"Are you going after Lord Danzo too?" she continued, her voice steadier now, but with an edge of urgency.

"Why are you saying that?" he asked, confusion mingling with concern.

"Forget I said anything," she quickly backtracked, glancing away, guilt creeping into her expression.

Naruto reached for her hand, gently stopping her. "I'm working on it," he said firmly.

Hinata shifted her gaze to the ground, a storm of emotions swirling within her. "I'm sorry, Naruto." She turned and started to walk inside.

"Hinata!" Naruto called after her, his voice filled with desperation. He caught up to her in the corridor, grasping her hand gently. "Did the Raikage or Danzo hurt you?"

His tone was tinged with anger, a protective fire igniting within him. Hinata inhaled deeply, steadied herself, and met his gaze. "They're the ones who determined to sell Hanabi into slavery. It enraged me."

Naruto listened intently, his heart racing at her words. "I'm going to do something about it," he assured her.

Her eyes widened as she began to backtrack. "I didn't mean to put this burden on you…"

He cut her off, his voice intense. "Your well-being is a major factor in the path I've chosen. I felt terrible for abandoning you, for breaking the promises I made."

Hinata's breath caught at his confession, and she searched his face for the truth behind his words. "Naruto… you didn't have to—"

"Listen," he interrupted gently, "my desire to keep those promises is a driving force for me. I want to ensure your freedom from the horrors of war, whatever it takes."

He paused, his gaze serious as he added, "I'm ready to bear that burden, as long as you're happy."

Hinata felt warmth blossom in her chest at his words, but it was mingled with confusion. "But… I never asked for you to do all that for me."

As he opened his mouth to respond, she cut him off, urgency in her tone. "We dreamed of a futuretogether.Even if I lived in a world free from suffering, it wouldn't be worth it if it meant losing you."

Naruto's eyes shimmered with emotion. "Hinata, I've ruined that possibility."

She wiped away the tear pooling in his eye, determination settling on her features. "You haven't heard my opinion on the matter."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his heart racing as he braced for her response.

"I feel like I've betrayed you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Even when you risked your life to come back for me, I left you on your own."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke, a hint of regret lacing her words. "I regret siding with Minato, siding with Konoha. I left you when you needed me most, and now… I'm scared I'm the reason your hideout got discovered."

"Hinata…" Naruto murmured, concern washing over him.

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. "Danzo put me under a genjutsu. He read my memories and found out about your place in Costa Verdaña. I'm sorry, Naruto… I never meant for any of this."

"None of that was your fault," he assured her, wiping her tears away. "Danzo did that. The Hokage and Mizukage sent a hit on me. You weren't the one who did it." His expression hardened as he spoke, shifting his gaze to the floor. "I'll make sure they pay."

Hinata searched his eyes, finding strength in his gaze. "But your father…"

Naruto's expression hardened. "Minato is just another Kage to me now. He's a terrible person, just like the rest."

The air around them felt heavy with unspoken tension. Hinata noticed Naruto's hair was cut shorter, a sign of his emotional turmoil."Is that why he cut his hair?" she thought to herself.

As if reading her mind, Naruto spoke up. "I want nothing to do with him, nothing at all."

"Hence the haircut?" Hinata asked. Naruto slowly nodded in response.

"I don't even want to look like him."

Naruto spoke to her again, his voice steady and resolute. "I would do anything to protect you, even if it means going against Minato."

Feeling more emboldened, Hinata gently redirected his gaze back to hers. "You asked me to leave with you when you came to see me in Konoha. I have an answer now."

Naruto's surprise was palpable. "You do?"

"I choose you," she declared, her voice strong and unwavering. "I'm going to stand by you," she continued, determination fueling her words. "No matter what happens. We're a team, and I'll support you through everything, even your ambitious goals."

"Hinata…" Naruto breathed, realization dawning on him. "Do you understand what you're saying?"

"Yes," she affirmed, nodding. "I know what I'm saying. I don't want to live in a future without you by my side."

She caressed his cheek again, her voice softening. "I'm sure of it because I love you. That's all that matters in the end. We're meant to be together, and I won't throw it away for anyone or anything."

Surprise washed over him. "I'll ask again, do you understand what you're saying?"

"I do," she replied firmly. "Your burden is my burden, and I will help you bear it."

His heart swelled at her words, and as he whispered her name, she reached up to kiss him.

Hinata pulled away, her eyes searching his. "Because I love you."

Naruto's heart swelled, warmth flooding his chest as he absorbed her words. In that moment, everything else faded away. The looming threats, the pain of the past, and the uncertainty of the future didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was standing together against the storm, united in love and purpose.

Overwhelmed by emotion, Naruto cupped her face in his hands, leaning in closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting the lingering feelings they'd both kept inside. Time seemed to freeze as they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting the world around them.

The hallway felt like a distant memory, fading into the background as Naruto kissed Hinata, lost in the sensation of her lips against his. It was as if the world around them had dissolved, leaving just the two of them, intertwined in an embrace that spoke of their deep, unyielding love. The kiss was more than a physical connection; it was a promise, an affirmation of everything they had endured and fought for together.

Hinata's lips were softer than he remembered, and Naruto matched her passion, pouring every ounce of his desire into their kiss. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep through the fabric of her clothes. Their bodies molded together as if they were always meant to fit this way, heartbeats synchronized in a rhythm that echoed the depths of their feelings.

His hand traveled along her back, fingertips grazing her warm skin. The sensation sent shivers through him, intoxicating him with her presence. Each kiss deepened, a dance of longing and affection, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer. As they explored this moment together, Naruto felt himself becoming lost in the heat, the sweetness, and the pure love that radiated from her.

He gently nibbled on her lip, and the soft moan that escaped her only fueled his desire further. As he shifted his attention to her neck, planting tender kisses along her delicate skin,

Driven by a desire that bordered on longing, Naruto continued his downward motion, pressing his lips to the soft swells of Hinata's chest. He began with gentle kisses, his lips brushing against the alabaster skin with reverence.

As he fumbled with her shirt, he felt her breathe his name softly, a gentle reminder of their surroundings.

Reality flooded back as he glanced around, realizing that they were still in the corridor, right outside Hanabi's room. Suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment, Naruto scrambled to apologize, his cheeks flushing. "Oh...right. I-I'm sorry, Hinata."

To his surprise, Hinata merely blushed deeper, her eyes darting to the side as she reassured him, "It's okay."

Following her gaze, Naruto noticed a door next to her. A spark ignited in his chest as he understood the invitation in her eyes. With a gentle push, he opened the door, his heart racing. Hinata slipped inside, her cheeks flushed with color, and he followed, closing the door softly behind them.

Once they were inside, the atmosphere shifted again. The air felt charged with anticipation as Naruto pulled Hinata close, capturing her lips once more. He caressed her with his hands, savoring the warmth radiating from her body. The kiss deepened, filled with a longing that had been pent up for far too long, and Hinata responded, guiding him as he carefully began to undress her, his hands trembling with a mix of excitement and reverence.

With each layer that fell away, the connection between them intensified. Their kisses became more fervent, more desperate, as they lost themselves in each other. Finally breaking their embrace, Naruto pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso as he caught Hinata's gaze—one filled with admiration and desire. The look on her face spurred him on, reclaiming her lips with a fervor that spoke of everything he felt for her.

Hinata moved towards the bed behind her, gently guiding him onto it as she settled herself above him. The moment felt surreal, a culmination of their shared dreams and desires. Naruto paused, gazing into her eyes, wanting to take in every detail—the way her cheeks flushed, the sparkle of hope and love reflected in her gaze.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "More than anything."

Her smile illuminated the dim room, and she replied softly, "I love you more. I'll never leave your side."

The gravity of her words sank in, wrapping around his heart and filling him with warmth. With newfound determination, he pulled her down to kiss her again, his hand wandering to her back as he slowly began to remove her bra, the intimacy of the moment heightening the connection they shared.

Hinata's breath hitched as their bodies pressed together, and the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them. They were lost in a universe of their own making, a sanctuary of love where they could explore the depths of their feelings, unafraid and unashamed.

As the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over them, they surrendered to the moment, hearts intertwined, ready to create a memory that would last a lifetime.