(Kiyomi's POV)
"And that's how I ended up in that ramen shop."
I continue to walk after, finishing explaining to my Godfather Jiraya how terrible the last twelve years of my life have been. I begin to contemplate would I be a different person had I not left the village? Would I be weaker than I am today?
"Jiraya?" I ask, noticing he had stopped walking behind me.
Jiraya's head hung low towards the ground. I couldn't see his face but his chakra was wavering. His emotions were hard to detect. I walk towards him and place my hand on his arm.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm okay now. Y-
Jiraya pulls me into a comforting embrace and just holds me. Tears begin to swell in my eyes. This was the first comforting embrace I felt in years. Jiraya reminds me that I don't have to pretend to be okay in front of him.
"Enough, now I should be saving these tears for my parents. I don't want my eyes to be puffy from all this crying." I say, pulling my face from Jiraya's neck. Jiraya's eyes hold sadness but I thought it was only because of my story.
"Lady Kiyomi. Your parents.... died, years ago."
After Jiraya spoke, I felt my heart begin to bump vivaciously. In seconds I couldn't talk because It felt as if my heart made it to my throat. Dead? No, there's no way. My father was the Hokage. He was one of the strongest men in our village.
"No, Jiraya, that's not possible. Both of them are dead? No!" I tried to break from our embrace, but Jiraya only held me tighter. His actions only confirmed his words in my mind. My parents were dead. The last time I saw my parents was when I was six. I stopped putting up a fight and let all my emotions surface. I sobbed in his arms and didn't care who heard or saw.
"Jiraya, I can't do this. I need to be with my parents. I'm all alone yet again."
"As of right now, I'm here for you and always will be. There are so many people back home awaiting your arrival."
Jiraya finally lets go of me and reminds me that we need to start heading towards the village before it gets dark. I nod, in agreement and wipe away any remaining tears I had on my face.
"Jiraya, How long ago was it when my parents died?"
"I find out a little later than I should've, but I believe they been dead for at least twelve years now."
Twelve years? I've been gone for twelve years. Did they die the night I left? The mission must've been a failure then. That would explain when I escaped, I couldn't trace my father's print location.
"Jiraya, the last time, I saw my parents, they told me they had an important mission to carry out that night. Did they die during that mission?"
"Look princess, I will walk you to the Hokage building myself where the Third Hokage will answer any question that beautiful brain of yours thinks of. How's that sound?"
"Fine. Just don't call me princess Kiyomi. It annoyed me then, and it will infuriate me now." I answer with a pouted lip.
"You got it Kiyomi! There's a grand load of people waiting to see ya!" Jiraya says, pulling my arm dashing through the town.
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"Kiyomi...Kiyomi. Wake up, look where we are."
I open my eyes and notice I'm on Jiraya's back. When did I fall asleep? I tell Jiraya he can put me down now. He obliges, and I look around and notice the abundant amount of trees. One thing the sand village lacked was trees.
YOU ARE READING
Naruto's long lost sister (under major editing!)
FanfikceKiyomi Namikaze, daughter of the late fourth Hokage and Kushina Uzumaki Is an natural prodigy who struggles to find meaning to the ninja lifestyle. Kiyomi wonders if reaching her dream of being a powerful kunoichi is even worth the pain she's endure...