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Disclaimer: This story has multiple mentions of trauma, death, and blood. So if it's not your cup of tea, please use discretion.

As a clarification, I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. However, I do own the plot so :D

'Thoughts...'

"A physical speech..."

"Kurama talking..."

"Past memory..."

Enjoy!

Edited 1/10/2020

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The entire world seemed to freeze in fear of the man, releasing its trembles in thunders of light. Dark crimson eyes stared back at the cold sky, its iris shifting before submerging itself with black.

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Dozens of civilians gathered in the iconic planes that engrossed the Kusa country. Not a word was uttered between the people, all eyes laying on the coffin that shone brightly against the sunny clearing. In it, lay their precious leader of Kusa of thirty years; killed by a meager sickness in travel.

The elder leader had been reduced to a mere corpse, his pale and slender form covered in white robes. Today was the day of his burial and regret plunged deeply into the redhead's stomach.

Only twice in his life, had he been able to attend such burial. Those two were for none other than Kiba and his beloved Jiji; one of which he was able to see once again in his lifetime just recently. The male spaced out against the few words of condolences the people began to share.

Kiba, the mutt smelling and stubborn Inuzuka, had died not long after Hinata. He was broken after the love of his life died and gave up his life easily after seeing no light at the end of the tunnel. The last major push was the death of Akamaru, his beloved dog, and best friend. The two were family in all but blood and species. They were born together, grew up together and eventually died together.

He became depressed, dragging out each day in his lonesome house, with no one to push him back up. No matter what Naruto tried, he has been always driven everyone else away. But, once, just before the death of his friend, he was able to talk to the guilt-tripped and lonely canine.

No matter what he tried to do to convince himself, that day was not pretty.

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Naruto knocked on the birch door of the Inuzuka household, listening silently for the movement of its one and only resident. Beyond the door, he could hear the whimpers and cries of a childhood friend, cries of guilt, and torment. This was the only signal he needed to enter.

Without warning, he took out a kunai and swiftly knocked the handle off the door, allowing it to fling towards the front yard. He shoved the door open, cracking it slightly as he made his way towards Kiba's chakra signature.

The brunette was sat on a large dog bed at the side of his own, in his arms, he held a bleeding canine, his ears and eyes rotting at its edges. Kiba looked up once with red and beady eyes, before lowering his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Naruto." The blond watched his slender and overburdened canine friend crumble into himself, releasing hard sobs that echoed throughout the room. He smiled a pointy but weak grin at the other. He pressed the bloody dog against his chest, the dogs rotting stench filling the room as the boy let out a giggle.

"Kiba, what happened?" The younger panicked, he couldn't handle another friend dead. No, not yet. Not after he lost Hinata just the other week.

"The world has cursed me. I bring pain and misery to all those around me." He blanked as if stating the obvious. "Hinata, Akamaru, they're both dead because of me. If they died, why shouldn't I? I just want to be numb. It hurts so much."

Naruto fell short. How could he refute the feeling he felt himself? He would be nothing more than a hypocrite.

Instead, he bent down to cradle the sobbing teen, releasing a few small 'it's ok' to reassure both himself and Kiba as they tried to release every ounce their sorrow.

"Please don't do this." He heard his friend whisper into his shirt, "Don't act like you care."

That was the last day Naruto saw his friend alive.

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"Kinuki-san." He could hear Rin's voice drag him away from his friend. She tugged at the sleeves of his uniform, glancing between her team and Kinuki with clear worry in her eyes. Once they finally retained eye-contact, she pulled him down by his rough digits and placed a cool hand on his forehead.

"Kinuki, are you alright?"

The teen whipped some sweat from his forehead, looking around the clearing to see it empty, the only remaining visitors being his ANBU team and team Minato.

He smiled sadly at the girl. "Yes, Rin, I'm fine. Just, reminiscing on the past, you know."

"Must've been some memory," Minato commented. "You blanked for a solid hour. We're heading back soon. "

The redhead stretched, turning towards his own team and making sure he had all his belongings. "Why aren't we going now?"

"We are." Mouse replied, pointing towards the team. "They're leaving in a few hours."

The blond jonin rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. "We kinda neglected our mission by joining you on the expedition. We have to explain to him why we were gone all this time."

"Well then, I'll see you four later?" The team nodded, slowly inching away from the ANBU. Kinuki smiled brightly at the team. "Good luck."

For a while, the group of shinobi didn't speak as the hours passed by in travel. The sun shone brightly above them despite the tense air and birds never neglected singing a cheerful tune. But the others still refused to speak. He presumed Mouse was the culprit. She had probably still withheld all the regret and vengeance about the mission the entire time.

So she refused to speak. And since she refused to speak, frog and sloth did too.

During the silence, however, he was thrown a small scroll by sloth. It was clear to him that behind the slow mammal's mask he was smiling but to others, his aura portrayed the exact opposite.

He opened the scroll swiftly and silently; trying to keep the silence for as long as possible. It wasn't that he wanted the team to talk. No, he himself was trying to deal with his pent-up emotions as well.

For the majority of the war, his hindering determination and doubt lead him to lock up most of his unwanted memories. And as those emotions slowly began to filter in, he had no idea how to deal with the sere veracity of it all.

It was painful, no doubt about it. Seeing all his friends die again and again threw him for a loop. He could talk to Jiji about it, of course. But the elder was more likely to share his own feeling than give sentiment. And he didn't want to feel alone anymore. He was getting tired.

He was shredded between continuing on or giving up entirely. Would it all be worth it in the end? Would he die without knowing whether or not he saved his friends?

But as the teen opened the scroll, his values revisited him. He was Kinuki. A man held to the highest regard by now two villages and he was slowly growing onto the citizens of his own village. He negotiated a treaty between Iwa, Kusa, and Konoha by his actions rather than some minuscule words.

In the scroll, A signed a pledge of non-aggression to Konoha in turn of helping them gain revenge on the shinobi who killed their leader. He praised the redhead, asking the Kage how he managed to withhold a wild card for so long. The said redhead smiled in both delight and confusion. But nonetheless, the war was over. He could finally focus on improving on the inside rather than the outside for now.

"Kinuki." The teen turned his head towards his leader. "We're setting up camp."

He nodded his head, jumping from the branches and onto the soft grass below them. Even after hours of travel, they were still stuck behind the Fire's border.

Kinuki unsealed and placed a large square seal on the floor, pushing chakra into it while mumbling a fire jutsu. He quickly made a fire out of the single seal, much to the surprise of the others, and set down his sword to the far right of the camp.

For a while, they bathed in the cool air and chirping crickets but as soon as Kinuki glanced at the girl in front of him, he promptly stood again and sat next to her.

"Hey." He said shortly to the mouse. "How are you?"

She glanced at him before averting her gaze towards the fire. Kinuki felt a sweat drop; he was being ignored. 

"I know you want to be alone. I get it. But, Sloth told me about Bunny and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it." The girl continued to ignore the other, but by her tensed stature, even the mention of the boy saddened her.

"Listen, I know you want revenge. In all honesty, I have such a long list of people I would love to get revenge on that it would take years to even find them all again. Heck, I've taken revenge on a couple of people and loved every second of it. But, I've learned something from a friend long ago."

The older of the two finally gave in. She looked at the redhead in fury and in some weird way, disgust. "Don't you dare compare your weird retaliation pranks to revenge. A gruesome rebel killed a young boy -who had just barely hurt a fly in his life- just because he thought a tiny kid killed his wife. Do you think his death is justified enough?"

"Hadn't hurt a fly in his life?" Kinuki raised a brow. "A young boy who never hurt a fly isn't an ANBU; I think you misunderstood. Mouse, we in ANBU, are all killers. Every single shinobi in this task force has committed their lives to protect others. Now, I'm going to tell you the exact same thing that I told Sloth. Bunny died for the sake of others. He died committed to his job. In my past line of work, dying for your country is a sign of pride and honor."

The young girl snarled at the other, opening her mouth only to be shut down. Kinuki continued.

"I don't know what your definition of pride is or anything about you for that matter, but living not knowing if you'll see tomorrow clarifies a few things. When you live your life on the frontlines of battle, death is inevitable. It can take you or just about everyone around you. But rather than killing yourself for them, you should live for them. Continue what they died for. But if you continue to wreck your brain for any possibility of justification, you're going to end up losing your own life after blaming yourself. You can't do that mouse. You have so many people who care for you."

Mouse stayed silently, allowing the words to be engraved into her soul. "How about you, Kinuki?"

"Huh?"

"Do you have loved ones back home?"

In truth, he had no idea himself. What did home mean anymore? Was his home in the present or the future. Did his friends continue to love him after death and abandonment?

" Yes." He thought for a while, flexing his fingers experimentally. "I mean, no? Well, it depends."

The girl raised a brow. "What?"

"I guess I don't?" The teen himself was confused beyond belief. "I told you, I know all this from first hand, right? Well, all my friends have been killed in front of me over time. Every last person I knew and loved is dead. But, does that necessarily mean that they don't still love me after death? I'm not sure of it myself. I would love to believe that they continued on without any knowledge of their former life. But I know that revenge doesn't change anything, Mouse, that's the whole point of the conversation. I'm sure Bunny loved all of you but at one point, you gotta let go."

They sat there for a while, not moving, not speaking. Just allowing themselves to stare into the depths of the fire until eventually, she spoke once again.

"Ok."

"Ok?" Kinuki questioned the girl.

"Ok."

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A few days after Naruto visited Kiba, he visited again with a pack of bread and soup, only to find the canine dead with his loyal companion rotting in his arms. The young boy sat in the same place even after the blond left. He didn't move to eat, drink water or even sleep. He just sat there until his final breath, in the dark, all alone.

The blond laid in front of the two a while, weeping and retching at the horrid stench. He didn't want to accept the death of his last childhood friend. A friend who threw himself out the window with him in order to escape the wretched lectures of the academy.

They were found later by Kakashi, who never thought the young teen would ever even dream of being late to a meeting during this wretched time. Kiba was taken away by the authorities and Kakashi just sat next to the hiccuping blond for hours, blond hair pressed to his chest as he rubbed apologies into his blond locks.

Slowly but surely, the silvered headed Kage was able to ease the teen out of the canine's filthy room. He vividly remembers talking to the man with heartfelt emotions. Something he wasn't aware the older was capable of displaying.

"Everyone dies." The kage started. "You can either run from it or accept it. But in the end, it will always catch up to you."

The younger was unresponsive, opting to glare at the earth for taking his friends away yet again.

"But." He continued. " You can always make the most of the life you have left. You can continue to love and dream and fly for as long as you have hope. I know I'm not the best role model for it but, you get the point."

The blond continued to silently listen to his sensei. He glanced at the older, watching as he fiddled with his gloves.

"When Rin died, I finally realized that rather than living my life the way my father would've wanted, I immersed myself in everything he didn't want. Following the rules by the books, hiding emotions, everything that my old man wanted so desperately for me to forget, submerged to the surface anyway. When I realized how wrong I was and how I needed a change, I began to live in the present instead of the past. To live for a new tomorrow and better today."

Kakashi made a fist over his own heart, taking a breath before continuing again. "You can mourn and sob all you want but eventually, you have to continue on. They would've wanted you to live on for the sake of everyone who loves you if not for yourself. Kiba gave up hope but that doesn't mean you have to."

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The quad eventually made it to the wonderful village that was their home, allowing them to do as they pleased for a solid month before returning to missions again. The Yamanaka returned a few days after they did, screaming and shouting at being left behind. But, faster than his anger arose, he swallowed his pride, going home to his worried wife.

Kinuki joined ANBU team 005, after successfully cheering Mouse up, he was accepted almost immediately. Anyone who was able to deal with the women's short temper was worthy of joining their team.

The redhead was in the library before he was once again summoned to the Hokage tower, for what he presumed to be another mission. He bowed as he flashed to the room, sensing everyone in the area out of habit.

Oh, how wrong he was. As soon as he made eye contact with the long white-haired Sanin, he flashed behind the Kage, hiding behind the powerful figure like a child. The elder laughed heartily at his student's stumped expression.

"Kinuki," Sarutobi called only to be answered by a hindering hum. "This is Jiraiya, my student. He wanted to meet the man who was responsible for the alliance that he and his men weren't able to accomplish. But, by the looks of it, you aren't up for it?"

"Ya, no, bye, see ya later." He attempted to run away, only to be caught by his collar by the sannin.

"This twirp managed to strike an alliance with the great Onoki, huh." His voice flew deep within the teen's soul, encasing him in emotions he had withheld for years. A small tear fell from his eye, followed by another and another. The teen threw himself at his godfather, giving him a hug which the older reluctantly gave back, patting his spine slowly.

"His some kind of Nut job." Kinuki pulled away. For a moment, he could feel Naruto tug at his brain, trying to get him to enjoy the moment. He was trying desperately to contain all the thoughts and emotions he wanted to tell the older. He gaped his mouth open and shut like a fish, trying to listen in on the words Jiraiya spoke to his Kage.

"He's a young, pure and traumatized boy, don't contaminate him."

"Jiji," The redhead finally let out a groan. "Your student is just a perv. Why does it matter who did it? We're all part of the same village?"

"Because my spies have been working on getting Iwa to withdraw from Kusa for months. And you pest did it in a few days! I would've thought you to be some practical genius but by the looks of it, you just bet it all on luck, didn't you?"

Kinuki did not appreciate being downgraded. "And you bet your entire life on luck, you pervy sage! I'll have you know that I worked twice as hard as you did in your entire life." He combatted. "You should be more appreciative, we saved two of your students in Ame as well."

"What did you save them from?" His godfather laughed. "A punny bug?"

"Fucking Hanzo the salamander and Danzo the elder!"

The room fell silent. In Jiraiya's lifetime, he had only faced a couple of absolutely terrorizing enemies with his team. Would he ever face Hanzo again, had he had the chance? No, no way in hell. Would he even think to snap at the leaf's prized Warhawk? Never in his life. So how in the world did this little twerp face the two he hated most?

On top of that, he faced the absolutely terrifying Hanzo the salamander. A man who nearly killed him and Tsunade when they tried to fight him months ago. He shuttered.

"Did you really?" He raised a brow. "How are you not dead?"

The boy grinned. "I'm just that good."

"Get back to the point, Jariya." The elder Kage let out a puff of smoke. As much as the two would never admit, they were quite similar in many ways. For example, how easily they get off-topic and thrown into arguments. And while Jariya had a talent for conveying his passions through speech, Naruto was only able to do so through his actions. But without a doubt, both would come to be some generally terrifying leaders.

"Right, Kinuki-san. This does not pertain to what you did in any way, do you understand?" The younger nodded. "Kumogakure and Iwagakure have broken their own alliance and continued war tactics against each other. Apparently, Iwa's advisor had fought against the new Kage and his team before committing self-termination. However, Onoki thought the Kage had purposely killed his advisor in order to hinder his villages recovery. The war has not ended."

The teen drooped to the floor, the two elders watching the young man have a mental catastrophe.

To Jiraiya, it couldn't be clearer that all the young boy wanted was a finish line. A time of peace and prosperity. Or even more so, a person to lean on. Somehow, it looked like his version of war had been longer than his own. Almost as if he'd been waiting for his final breath for years.

"It was all useless. It will never end, will it?"

"Now, don't say that Kinuki," Sarutobi reassured the boy. "Konoha isn't in the root of the problem. We're safe for now."

"We're in an alliance with Iwa and have a non-aggression treaty with Kumo. If we get involved, we break the treaty. If we don't, we break the alliance. Any way you slice it, we're fucked."

The elder's glanced at each other, holding their gazes long enough to convey all their thoughts and feelings. Jiraiya spoke first.

"Kinuki, you have to understand that none of this is your fault. The only one to blame is hatred itself. Even I can tell that it's spreading. I wanted to do something about it, but I just don't know what. But, look at you! Taking on a life-threatening task for the sake of the village. I believe, that someday the day will come when people truly understand one another! If I can't find the answer, it will be up to you to do it!" Jiraiya took a breath. "Something about you, kid, just shouts action and stupidity. You have to do something with it! No matter how reckless or stupid it is."

With the remainder of his barrier shattered, Kinuki shunshined out of the room, blasting his emotions in the face by running away from the man who caused it. All he wanted to do was forget. But, somehow, he just couldn't. This version of his sensei, his godfather, had the same goals and ambitions as his own sensei. What did that mean? Would he have to live the continuation of his life knowing that all his friends are the same just unknowing of his existence? They wouldn't come up to him and greet with a smile.

They wouldn't know Naruto, they would know him as Kinuki. The stubborn and silly redhead.

He ended up on the top of the Kage mountain, using Sarutobi's spikey head as a substitute for his father's head. The teen watched the blistering stars, imagining his friends watching down just above the clouds above him.

"Yo." He heard his godfather pop up behind him. And in the heat of the moment, he spilled every last bit of his brain to the man. His past, his ambitions, his relations, his goals. And for some reason, all the elder did give was a nod now and then while listening to the youngers sorrow. It was only when Kinuki finished did he finally respond in any way.

He leaned in and hugged the young teen. Allowing him to pour out all his emotions with the winds gentle push and the warmth of family. The moon came out from behind the clouds and the stars continued to shimmer and finally, Kinuki felt that he was going to be ok.

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It was a bright and sunny day. Birds were chirping, children laughing and genin absolutely annihilating each other at a single word or glance.

The chunnin and jonin of team Minato have recently gone through, what Kinuki called, a murderous phase. Everyone wanted to prove better than the other, despite all being on completely different levels and specialties.

Today was one of the days the now bounty ridden 'Aka' promised to train team Minato. And boy was he wrong to even offer such a thing.

While every teammate was amazing in their own right, they were absolutely awful at working together. With Kakashi throwing kunai at his rivals private at any given moment, he could say that the team acted like a group of professional kindergarteners.

And so, Kinuki came up with the bright idea of a team exercise. Having spares with each other all the while, having one foot duck-taped to another person's foot.

Needless to say, it was awful. Poor Rin was stuck to her dear sensei, who moved at the speed of light and was as tall as a giraffe. Meanwhile, Kakashi and Obito ended up on the floor, panting and muttering profanities under their breaths after walking a few inches.

"It can't be that bad." He laughed at the two rivals. "You have to learn to work together. Like my late sensei always taught me, those who break the rules are scum but those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum!"

"Why should I have to work with him?" Kakashi groaned. "I'm leaving the team soon anyway."

"Now, Kakashi." The older mentored. "You have no idea whether or not you'll be accepted into ANBU. It's a harsh world out there, you know. You won't be able to join the field until your immediate supervisor sees you fit after vigorous training. You should practice anything you can for the time being. But right now, you are part of team Minato, so you better start acting like it."

"Fine. " Both boys let out a huff of air, looking away from each other.

"Now." The older clapped his hands together. "If both teams could please follow me, we could finally start the spare."

Eventually, after a few minutes, they were able to meet in the middle, notwithstanding flopping over more than once.

Despite the complications, both teams were able to work together to throw a few punches and kicks at the other. Most of the time, dodging was not an option. Bending even a bit would result in absolute death. But, they progressively got better and better, running together with ease and ducking down so the other could throw a punch. The only problem was small Rin, who genuinely couldn't keep up with her sensei for the life of her.

Surprisingly, it took hours before Kinuki was able to decide on a winner. With it all, it came down to Kakashi and Obito being the winner. Even though they continued to hate each other, with their newfound attack style and remembrance of the other, they proved that they understood each other in battle. On the other hand, Minato forgot about the small girl attached to his calf for most of the fight, resulting in her being thrown across the clearing after he kicked at the two boys.

Currently, Rin was sitting on the ground, trying to contain the remainder of her lunch as the boys broke free of their duct tape.

"Kinuki." Obito groaned. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" The older laughed. "It's a team training. I use to do it all the time when I was younger."

"How did you even survive?"

Kinuki smiled, he remembered a time when he used to moan and groan on a daily basis. Only, at that time, Sakura had moaned and groaned with him. Always screaming about their sensei's absence or their lack of breakfast.

But, in the end, Kakashi-sensei had taught him more than he could've ever handled at a young age. And so he smiled.

"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."

The chunnin looked at the older in amazement. It was Obito who broke the prolonged silence.

"You're like a wise old man!"

"Obito!" Rin hit the raven on the head. "You can't just say things like that."

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The world was crying and all Minato could do was wait it out. The training with that often hyperactive redhead was tiresome. Despite it lasting only a couple hours, he just wanted to go home. As much as he dreamed of laying in bed, drinking a steaming cup of tea, he was instead stuck under the hood of an apartment complex, with only a few droplets of rain on his exterior.

The blond eventually decided to wander into the building after hearing strangely familiar cries among one of the apartments. Cries of pure torment and sorrow. Finally, after climbing up to the third floor of the decaying complex and walking past dozens of doors, he reached apartment 1823.

He knocked on the door, hearing frantic movements just beyond the thin walls.

"Hello?" His voice echoed in the hallway, hushed slightly from the raindrops. "Is everything alright in there?"

After not receiving a single response, Minato slammed down hard on the doorknob, kicking the door as hard as he possibly could.

He made his way through the slightly dusty rooms and into the living room. Paint peeled off every corner and the ceiling was filled with cracks and dents at every angle. On the room's only couch, he found a familiar tossing and turning teen crying his heart out in his sleep.

"Kinuki!" He threw himself towards the redhead. If his cries didn't subside, the poor boy would surely suffocate in his own tears.

"Kinuki!" He shook the boy before being thrown to the ground, kunai at his neck and a teen between his legs. Not a single shine could be found in the whiskered boy's dull eyes, the usual bright blue a mere imitation of its beautiful self. It was only after the younger recognized the familiar fiery blond hair did he release his grasp, standing up only to throw himself back on the couch face first.

"Go away." The redhead mumbled into the couch, releasing another sob into its already wet fabric. Minato's eyes softened. There really was depression deep within the boy's bright heart. But he already knew that. As much as Kinuki tried to hide it, it was obvious that he was mentally unstable. In his eyes, he looked as though he lost the whole world twice despite showing such kindness towards absolutely everyone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The younger heard his future father ask in a hushed tone; almost as if he were talking to a lost child. He sat up slowly, the chairs uncomfortable springs digging into his back. Minato sat next to the teen, wincing slightly before leaning the poor boy into his shoulder.

The redhead's eyes widened but he didn't push the older away. Eventually, he let himself cry into the lean man's shoulder, allowing his burden to be shared with another once again. They didn't speak, but they didn't need to. Minato knew that the young ANBU just needed someone to lean on, someone to hold and comfort him while he was at his most vulnerable.

When his cries subsided, Kinuki glanced at the future blond Kage, his eyes red and twitching. He released a shaky breath before speaking in a soft voice.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Minato." He let another tear fall off his chin and on to his knee. " Everyone close to mean either leave me or die. I'm just so tired; so tired. Why do I even try anymore? What's motivating me to continue when I know it'll all be worthless in the end?"

"I don't know." The older admit. "I have no idea."

Kinuki gripped onto his past father's shirt, pushing his head into his chest.

"I lost everyone in my life." He murmured. "I lost my parents on the day I was born, my friends when I was in the war and in the end, was forced to kill the man I called my brother. I came back to Konoha expecting some time to live in peace. Not living in fear every day of what is to happen next. But the longer I live here, the more I realize just how much I was forced to forget when I lost hope."

Minato let out a hum into the boy's hair, silently telling him to continue.

"And I knew that eventually, I would be forced to recognize their deaths but it's painful. It's so painful, Minato."

Before the younger was able to continue, Minato cut in." Everyone dies, Kinuki. You can either run from it or accept it."

The redhead giggled. "You know, that's funny. My sensei told me the exact same thing once. And I know it's true but I can't help but try to run from that fact for as long as possible, you know? Like what if Rin or Obito or even Kakashi was to die? Wouldn't you want to run from it as long as possible?"

"Sure." The blond admit. "But eventually, I'd have to move on. I'd have to continue their legacy."

And the younger knew that. Heck, he had told Mouse the same thing weeks ago. But, something about hearing it from another reassured him. Kinuki was slowly slipping to sleep on his father's chest.

That was until something crashed through the kitchen's only window.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

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Dun dun dun! Cliffhanger! How's it going guys, hope you all are well! We finally reached chapter 5, what a surprise. On top of that, I managed to update consistently, which is another surprise. I wanted to thank you all once again for the new milestone! We reached 40 followers on fanfiction.net and 200+ reads on Wattpad! You guys are absolutely amazing. Sadly, I was unable to make a lengthy chapter despite the milestone.

I also wanted to point out that the last part was not a romance MinaNaru, more of a support and comfort father and son moment so please don't take it the wrong way!

P.S I became a beta reader on Fanfic.net but that could also pertain to stories on Wattpad as well. So PM me if you're interested. 

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