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Chapter One: How the Autumn Leaf Dances
It was October 10th. He had dreamt of returning home for three years. Today was his sixteenth birthday. He was Uzumaki Naruto, Vessel of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Walking alongside Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, one of the Three Great Shinobi of Konoha legends, Naruto's sky blue eyes darted down the familiar main street of his home village of Konoha. He wanted to do nothing more than see his old friends, and maybe have a bowl of miso pork ramen. He turned to his mentor, his friend and sensei Jiraiya.
"Hey, can we stop by Ichiraku before we go see Tsunade-baa-chan? I haven't had ramen in three years!"
The white-haired man knew exactly how much the boy loved his ramen, so he nodded.
"Sure. But you go on ahead. Meet me at the Hokage Tower in two hours. We need to submit our report."
Naruto was already dashing off at a hunger-driven speed, towards the very spot Jiraiya had taken him from three years ago.
"Crazy kid. He's just like Minato was at that age. If only you could see your son now Minato. He's gotten very powerful. Maybe stronger than you were at his age. He even mastered the Rasengan in one month."
Jiraiya's gaze traveled up to the stone faces of the Hokages, and his eyes rested on the stern face of Namikaze Minato, the boy's father and the Fourth Hokage. Of course, few people in the village knew just who Naruto's parents actually were. Among the living, only Tsunade, Kakashi and he knew the truth. He watched the boy run into the adjoining street where Ichiraku Ramen was situated, and he used his Transparency Jutsu to go "researching" as the slight pervert called it.
Naruto walked slowly towards the little ramen stand, and noticed someone else was there. All he could see was the person's feet, which he could not discern an identity from just the shoes. He cautiously and casually walked towards the booth, and swung the paper lanterns out of the way, and his heart melted at who he saw. She had raven hair that flowed silkily to her waist, and her skin was very pearly. Their eyes met, and sky blue gazed upon pearl white eyes. It was Hyuga Hinata, but not the one he remembered. The Hinata he once knew was a dark and mysterious girl. The person he looked upon today was completely different. She was gorgeous.
"N-n-n-Naruto-kun? Is that r-r-really you?"
The blonde was speechless. Ayame, the daughter of Ichiraku's owner, looked him over, and whispered to Hinata.
"Sure enough. I think he might be shocked to see someone he knew. Either that, or he forgot how to talk."
Naruto was known for his stupidity around the village, but it was even better known that the heir to the Hyuga Clan was madly in love with him. Hinata never admitted or denied it, but it was blatantly obvious to everyone. Everyone except Naruto. If only he knew how I really felt about him. Maybe he'll never see it, the Hyuga thought. Naruto sat next to her, and smiled, finally breaking out of his trance.
"Hinata. I didn't know you liked ramen."
A slight blush spread itself across her face, as Ayame and her father quietly retreated into the backroom, leaving the two young shinobi alone. Hinata softly giggled. I'm all alone with Naruto-kun. I can finally talk to him, just as friends. Compose yourself Hinata. No stuttering.
"How was your training Naruto-kun? You were away for so long. We all missed you."
The blonde gave that dopey smile he always had around her, and Hinata felt her heart beat fast.
