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She glided her fingers across the scar on her right palm. The mark started at her thumb and nearly ended at her wrist. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. Three years ago, she found an old Shuriken in her father's study and showed off to Naruto to look cool. As irony would have it, she cut herself deeply, and to this day, it's served as a reminder of what they once meant to each other.
I hope he doesn't hate me.
Her eyes followed the cut again, just as she did earlier. Cashier machines dinged, completing transactions. She realized she was now at the family market. She had zoned out all day, walking on autopilot. Seeing Naruto again yesterday was... brutal.
When their friendship ended, she was practically a prisoner in her own home. When she finally got some freedom again, Naruto already graduated as a Genin and was gone on missions. Then Orochimaru attacked, and she was (briefly) locked inside for her own safety again...
The way life went, they'd never crossed paths again - until yesterday, that is.
I hope he doesn't hate me.
┊ ˚➶ ｡˚˚ · • . ° .
At the Village's senior living complex, Naruto hung upside down from the fourth-floor window.
"Hey, old man! You ever need more grocery shopping, ask for me!" He declared with a thumbs up. "Name's Naruto Uzumaki of Team 7. Don't forget it, alright?"
"I won't! Thank you!" Before the old man could finish, Naruto already sprinted off to Training Ground 4.
Kakashi held out a dozen tasks of, yet again, D-rank missions. Sakura and Sasuke sighed, and Naruto's large smile beamed between them. He took first pick and swiped from the pile.
"Me first!"
His teammates raised a brow at this new approach. They followed suit. Unhappy with his selections, Naruto peered his head over at Sakura's tasks.
"Ugh, more babysitting, and then laundry work..." She muttered.
Then, Naruto peered over Sasuke's raven hair. He read one of the tasks - grocery shopping!
Feeling breath on his neck, Sasuke turned and glared at him. Naruto lost balance and fell forward, but then made his way back up in a flash. "Trade with me Sasuke, please! I want the grocery job!"
"Hah," Sasuke scoffed with an air of arrogance, "Depends... What do you have to trade me?"
"Uhh," Naruto picked apart his tasks, "A boar got lost in the village."
"Pass."
"Err, sewage cleaning-"
"I'll pass."
"Wait, I know! Help some family move into the village! You're so strong you could do that with your eyes closed!"
