Thread: Five years of peace... [TheDarkerMe & Kaziel]

Kakashi turned his head, looking over at Chika. He smiled again, his eye crinkling. He stood up, then planted a palm against the Hokage's desk, his body shaking. Turning away from her, he pulled down his mask, coughs wracking him. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, a spittle of blood spattered across his palm. Tsunade wasn't sure what had happened to either of them. He had been dead. There was no doubt about that in his mind... he had gone beyond and even met his father there, before he was pulled back. He also was fully aware of the Jutsu which could bring the dead back to life, but it cost the user it's life. If Chika had used that on him, she would be dead... but that's not what she had done. No one was really sure, but Tsunade's best guess was when Chika had been trying to heal him, a portion of her soul was used to power the jutsu she had used. The effect was a double edged blade. The upside was that Chika could heal him from any wound. Once he had his arm completely severed off at the elbow, while defending the village from a roving monster, and she had healed him, restoring him to perfect form. In fact, as near as anyone could tell, she restored him to just as he had been right before he died. She couldn't fix his scar on his face, or any other wound he had gotten in the past, but anything that hurt him afterwards was essentially reversed. The downside was that she was the only one who could heal him, and she could heal no one but him. Tsunade had tried to heal him once, and it had been like she was trying to heal a rock, or a pile of sand. Whatever had happened had intertwined their fates together, forever. Reaching into his robes, he drew out a cloth and wiped clean his hand before he replaced his mask. Turning back to her, he let out a short laugh, trying to defuse the situation suddenly created by his coughing. Guess you're right. he repled, letting his hand drop down, his sacred copy of Icha Icha Tactics that he had gotten from Naruto so long ago, fell from the sleve. He looked down, then quickly back up. She always hated it when he read this stuff, not that it stopped him... and he was due to be healed, so there was nothing stopping her from exacting some punishment first... Calm down, Chika-san... Meanwhile, out in town, Naruto approached the door as it suddenly was knocked upon. He took a cautious step back... no one knew he was here... He hadn't even told Kakashi he was going home. Years of being ANBU had removed his recklessness, and he reached behind him, grabbing the hilt of a kunai, his body tensing as he reached for the doorknob, unlocking it and quickly pulling the door open, ready to attack whoever was there, if they proved hostile. Instead of some sort of hulking monster that he expected, he found... Hinata. He let out a loud laugh, his stress finding release in that form as he loosened his grip on the kunai, leaning up against the wall, laughing a bit more. Hello Hinata-chan! he said loudly. You are not what I expected! He stepped close to her and before she could react, he wrapped her up in a big hug, not realizing what he was wearing. Releasing her, he held her at arms length, looking at her more closely. She wasn't a lot taller than she had been three years ago when he joined ANBU, but her looks had changed. She looked older... but not old like aged, but in a more attractive way, her long hair giving her an exotic look compared to what she had looked like before. She had also filled out very well, becoming very womanly. Suddenly Naruto realized what he was thinking, and felt his cheeks reddening. He spun, letting out another laugh to cover his embarassment. He began thinking... he had never really noticed Hinata like this before... she always blended into the background, not talking much to him, always acting shy, so he hadn't really seen these things before, but being separated from his friends for three years made him more attentive... that and he was far less immature now. He stayed there for a moment, his musclar back to her, visible through his fishnet shirt, as he tried to regain his calm.