We Are Perfect Strangers

Chapter 1 - Naruto's Perspective

Hi guys! Thank you for taking the time out of your busy days to read some of my writing. I wanted to give a shout out to tiefrot on tumblr for giving me the inspiration to write this fic. If you like fanart, you should check them out! They're v v talented! And also to my sister Myna for editing this even though she really didn't want to! Thanks bud, you're pretty helpful when you wanna be. 

This fanfic is rated PG-13 for strong language at times, and there may be mentions of smut and/or nudity. This will be more adult themed than the actual show since this is placed after the War and everyone is beginning to experience adult life. There may also be mention of gay activities and emotions since no one has really had time to find their identities outside of their training. If this bothers you, I would suggest another fic to read. 

Chapter 1

Naruto's perspective

        I swore I could feel the world give out from under my feet. Ground crumbling below my soles and the tremors knocking the continents sideways and flipping them over.

        Or, at least, I thought I could.

        But I stood firmly, both feet on the ground of the Hokage’s office. Grandma Tsunade was at her desk as usual - her hands folded in front of her lips and her eyes focused on mine. I couldn’t have heard right. This was impossible. The War ended only 4 months ago; we have barely had time to get situated back into regular life. Now… this?

       I could sense Sakura to my right; her warm pink aura is obvious to me. Her words of consolation seemed far away and echoed. This wasn’t right. I could see a wisp of Sakura’s hair as she turned quickly to the Fifth Hokage, her tone desperate. Everything sounded like it was underwater, but I didn’t notice. Tsunade didn’t respond to Sakura, only lifting her head to shout suddenly.

“Naruto!”

        I jumped, finally snapping back to reality. Right, Hinata. This was about Hinata. I blinked a couple times as I began absorbing what Tsunade had told us. I looked to my right and Sakura met my gaze, her eyebrows pushed together in concern. 

“Naruto…”

        Tsunade sighed as Sakura put a hand on my arm. Her fingers squeezed the crook of my elbow lightly. My lips pressed together; right, Sakura wanted me to know she was on my side. But how could I  believe that when Sakura was going to be the one committing the crime? Granny leaned back in her chair when she saw I had returned to the conscious world and Tonton cooed sadly, sharing Sakura’s look of concern from Shizune’s arms. Tsunade watched me for a few moments before speaking; I guess she didn’t need me to be zoning out at a time like this.

“This is an emergency situation, action is to be taken immediately. There is no other alternative. I’m not happy about this either, trust me, but we don’t have a choice. Sakura, you and Shizune will be working with Inoichi to wipe her memory. I leave Hinata’s safety and wellbeing in your hands.”

        Sakura faced her Master once more, her back straightening slightly. Her hand stayed firmly on my arm.

“Yes, ma’am!”

        I still couldn't respond. Shizune and Sakura were two of the greatest Medical Ninja below Tsunade, but that didn’t make this any less hideous. Hinata was the definition of purity and innocence, but for some reason some old fucks found her to be such a huge threat that they had to take her away from everyone permanently. That’s how I see it, at least. I felt my hands balled into fists and I lowered my head to hide my expressio as I swatted Sakura’s hand away. She looked at me, and when I met her gaze I saw sorrow where I expected to see rage.