the last student The Child Arc

chapter 45

* Another day passed in Konoha, and Naruto is a day older and a day closer to becoming a shinobi superhero like his mother. We see him today at the park as he usually does he was dragging off one of the introverts he adopted around. When he saw a familiar girl wearing a pink dress painting inside one of the park gazebos, naturally Naruto ran towards her.*

Naruto: Hey, yakumo!

Yakumo: Naruto. Hello. How do you always manage to find me?

*Yakumo asked as she stopped painting and turned around to see the walking ball of pure energy in front of her. Naruto just smiled at his friend, saying that he didn't get to see a whole lot. But whenever he does, it sure is a treat, like finding candy he forgot he hid somewhere in his home.*

Naruto: Well. You're the only one who wears pink. You're kinda easy to spot.

Yakumo: Oh. Guess that makes sense. So, are you here alone?

* Yakumo asked as she glanced around, trying to see if Mrs. Mitarashi was around, and if she had any more snacks. Naruto shook his head and pointed at his grandfather, who was in his full grandfather outfit, he was wearing sandals with socks on his feet, shorts on his legs, a white camisole and of course, he had his head back on the bench he was sitting on snoring the day away.*

Naruto: Nope! Grandpa Jiji is watching from the bench over there, and I'm here with my friend Hinata

Yakumo: Hinata? I don't see anyone with you, Naruto.

*Yakumo said with a shrug, Since she turned around, she saw Naruto alone. Naruto was confused. Since he brought Hinata with him to the park, he looked at his hand and finally noticed that his introvert's wrist wasn't attached to it.*

Naruto: Huh?

*Naruto was even more confused, as he looked all over, to see where Hinata had gone. He's normally good at stopping her from running away. I guess he got a little overexcited, and Hinata managed to slip by him and escape the grasp of his extroverted hands.*

Naruto: Hey, where did she go?

Yakumo: Maybe she had to go to the bathroom?

*Yakumo asked with a shrug. But Naruto didn't believe that. So he closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on his hearing. He could hear the wind blowing, the kids playing around them, and the leaves crunching as people walked past them. And a small squeak that Naruto knew anywhere. He hears it on top of him. He moved his head up and opened his eyes, seeing a bit of Hinata's shoe. Naruto did wonder just how she got up there so fast. But as they say, where there's a will, there's a way.*

Naruto: hm..... nope! There she is! Hi, Hinata! What are you doing on the roof?!

Hinata: Uh. I didn't know you knew her.

*Hinata said shyly as she popped her head out of the roof to look down at her prince. As always, his smile made her feel so many butterflies in his stomach. Yakumo looked at the girl, whom she knew instantly was a clan heir. All because of the dress she was wearing. It was of the highest quality, the kind that would take anko 8 months to afford. So Yakumo was a little surprised that Naruto, who was wearing clothes from the Salvation Shinobi, knew someone like her.*

Yakumo: That's your friend?

Naruto: Yup! Yakumo Kurama meets Hinata Hyuga! Isn't she pretty?

*Naruto said, pointing at Hinata. Making the girl's blush get so much worse and for it to cover her whole face. Again, Naruto was charming without even realizing he was doing it. Hinata hid her face back on the roof, so Naruto wouldn't see her blushing face.*

Hinata; eep!

Yakumo: Yes. She's very pretty.

*Yakumo admitted as she went back to her painting. Naruto nodded as he kept saying how pretty she was. Poor little Hinata couldn't take much more of it, and she passed out. Unfortunately for Hinata, her luck got much worse since the roof was slanted, so she rolled off the roof. She didn't hit the floor since her cousin/handmaiden caught her before her face hit the ground. Mae sighed and looked at Naruto with a small miffed smile on her face. As she placed Hinata gently on the wall of the gazebo. Then she looked at Naruto, who was entranced by the painting his friend was making.*