Missing-Nin Naruto Namikaze

Chapter 10

Hey everyone! Sorry I meant to post this so much earlier, but basketball is eating up a lot of my time. Many a date or two. Nothing serious. Either way, so glad to be back! Hopefully got a good one for you. You see I have a concussion, so might have more time to write. Not sure. But it is also very hard to concentrate sometimes. So if some parts suck...not my fault lol.

Before I let you go, Guys, there have been a bunch of things happening around me and I have noticed a few things. Guys love is the only thing in this world that is constant and is the only thing that can fix everything. Swallow pride, end judging people, and just love. It can do miracles.

Well anyways...ENJOY!

The air had been sucked from the room. It was as if there was not twenty feet between them, but two. Cerulean locked with jade. He stood there, leaning against her kitchen countertop, arms crossed, in his now infamous Blue Flame cloak with the hood down letting all of his long, spiky hair out. She stood there, frozen in mid drying her hair. Should she pinch herself? Was this a dream? Or a really sick genjutsu? Either way Sakura was not believing what her eyes were seeing.

Naruto. Alive.

In her kitchen.

Her arms slowly dropped because her focus was not on the arms, but on the man standing in her kitchen. There he was. Her pillar, her sunshine, her best friend. Before he was dead, now he was alive and in her kitchen.

"N-n-n-naruto?" Sakura quietly asked, like if she was to speak loud enough, maybe she would wake up from her own sleep and ruin everything.

That big, goofy smile spread across his handsome face. "It's been a long time."

Suddenly, everything hit her at one. All the pain, all the emotions since that one fateful day came crashing back in on her. She relied on her instinct. Instinct told her to fight.

"Naruto," growled Sakura warningly. Suddenly she burst forward. Straight. At. Naruto. Fist cocked back.

Naruto was terrified. It had been years since he seen her scary like that. He first curled up to protect himself, yet his body hoped into action. After training with Itachi, you learn a few things. He quickly reached into his leg pouched, grabbed a kunai and threw it toward Sakura. Not at her. Toward her. The kunai barely had flown past her when Naruto sent a mental signal.

Sakura had just dodged...or maybe just passed a kunai that Naruto had just thrown. She was about to reach him when suddenly... he disappeared. Sakura stopped her movement when she felt a hand on her arm and a hand on her head. It reminded Naruto of when they first became a team, when Kakashi got behind him.

The pink haired girl was stunned. How did he get behind her so fast? He literally just disappeared. Then he was behind her. How? She tried moving but, she couldn't. Dang, Naruto was strong.

"Sakura," Naruto said calmly, "if we cause a ruckus that is too loud the whole village will know I am here. And that would be bad for both you and me." At his words Sakura seemed to almost calm down immediately. That was logical. Naruto? Logical? Okay maybe this was still a dream. "Ok? Listen I know you are mad at me, which you deserve to be. I did not come here to fight, but to explain everything. But I cannot to that if you are trying to pummel me to death, destroying the building in the process. Can we just please talk?"

Sakura completely relaxed. Yes, she was mad at him, but hearing his voice...it was enough to calm her. It had changed. Same old Naruto, just a bit deeper. She slightly nodded her head. "Yes, let's talk."

She felt Naruto slowly release his grasp of her. She straightened herself and turned toward him. Laying her gaze on Naruto she finally noticed just how much taller he was. Yes, she had been with him for days and gotten used to his size, but now knowing who he was, it was different. She drank in his appearance. Those eyes. Those eyes did not change at all. And she missed them. They were like an open ocean you could lose yourself and drown in them. His hair. It had grown. Not overly much. It was a nice length. Now knowing who his father was, his hair was almost like his father's hair. His whiskers were a bit longer than she remembered. Slightly thicker as well. His face was a little more angled. It gave him a much older look.