The home was large, for more than he had ever resided within, rooms were sectioned off by separate doors and there was a divide between the kitchen, living room, and eating area. To look around, he found there were two bedrooms, idyllic for himself and a future room for his daughter when she needed a place to herself. There was a balcony just by his own room where he could easily place his plants for needed sunlight, all around him was a place he had never been permitted with- it was decorated with white and black furnishing, a working sink was at his left, it was warmed, people took their garbage out. A restricted, residential community with only a few middle-class citizens living on the block. For the sake of a fresh start, he gave a twirl in the window light, a new beginning he felt the crawling urge to shout out loud.

His hand fell to his abdomen and something soft came into his irises as he considered all that she would have, all that he did not. So then out of his few food items, he started on dinner, he had the want to eat something healthy for the sake of the fetus, although his mind was wanting for anything with rice for a craving. There was very little to be made out of what he had, still, there was seaweed he had managed to get 'on sale' from the market while hiding behind an angry customer.

Sharp, came the bang from his door, a knock that rang as a discomfort settled within his breast at the sudden sound. By managed habit, he took the handle of the kunai he was left with upon the counter to answer, opening the door with a faint clink- and not even a shadow of a cheek within the notches. He peered through the crack only to see Majira-san, an elderly man he had not expected until was absolutely necessary for the sake of his seal. Still, he fully opened the door with a curious glance rather than a commonplace smile, he did not know nor trust the man, it was by an obligation that their Hokage had shoved them together in a personalized mission, and as it were the gaze he bore had Naruto feel the goosebumps arising over his arms in trepidation. "Majira-san, can I help you?" He asked for want of a polite demeanour in before his neighbours, whom he could already fathom were not great fans of his living in around their families. Some of which were already taking out their garbage for the night and watching his interaction with the man with an iron eye.

The man spoke slowly, but with an obvious detest which Naruto could recognize as commonality without the need for effort. "I want to make certain you understand I am only doing this because I was ordered to do so. If you have any problems outside of your seal go to someone else." Then he flickered away before Naruto could manage a simple reply, neither blink, so he otherwise turned on his own heel and closed the door, with the comforting click of the lock behind. A mild ire frothing in the back of his mind for the familiar prejudice, but then he shook himself to happy thoughts of the life within and skipped back to preparing his meal. Already finding himself insatiable in his sudden hunger for seaweed.

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New, came the experience, not directing himself as a shinobi proved strange, he was uneducated, made a fool for the difference in how to present himself in the marketplace. He was on maternal leave, and that provided him only with a marginal pay that was used almost entirely on food and property tax, his appetite having grown to the extent to of a feasting caff. Furthermore, when outside there was more surrounding harassment, some men and women were turning their glares to rest upon him, far further then they would have in the past, the burn of their stares grazed against the fragile hair of his arms' skin forming bumps and having him seize in tension for the unsettling feeling.

There were those fully grown who charged him with the death of their praised fourth Hokage, who purposefully slammed the doors of an establishment whence he passed by, just to be certain he knew of their mind. There were those of his own age that had never brokered themselves willing within the academy, whom stuck out a leg in just the proper time for him to stumble. There were those children of the new generation who had taken it upon themselves to find praise in their elders by throwing rotten produce at his face, before running in fright and laughter. Naruto found the tomatoes to be the worst decoration, they smelt horrid when close to ones' face, sticking to his clothing and seeping easily into the fabric so that they made his skin and underclothes damp. Pebbles weren't pleasant to face either, but a rare few threw those unless they were in a jaundiced mood.

In fairness, he would not have decorated the road with his presence had he not been in desperate need of equipment. Tsunade had been kind enough to provide him with a grant for all the baby supplies he might need. It was with apprehension that he even held the yen in his pocket, a rare amount he was further then unaccustomed to. Still, he could not deny his need for a crib, stroller, possibly bottles for emergencies, a carrier, a highchair- etc, he could continue on from the list he'd written. Even more so, there were more he had yet to remember at all, first, however, he would need to find a shop willing to service him, and he had a strong doubt the ramen store would provide in that matter. A sigh did escape him as he stopped and looked at his surroundings, pondering for a moment if he should leave the village to go to a hamlet that might be willing; then of course he had to smack himself forth on the forehead for the idiotic thought. Bitterly recalling that he was under strict guard and could not, in fact, leave.

With a crawling feeling of self-reprehension, a weakness felt as if it were growing from the pit of his toes. That was until he saw a hesitational woman opening her shop's door, glancing at him with flickering hazel irises of uncertainty. He peered upon her with an obvious nervousness of his own, it was sparse times in between when a citizen choose to grant him a kindness. Yet, her eyes met his own with widened eyelids of fright, still, she granted him with an uneasy smile as she tilted her bronze-toned hair to the entrance of her shop, an invitation. So precautiously, he lowered his hand down from where it rested upon his forehead in self-reprimand, and turned himself to the right, hands clasping over his abdomen with an instinct he could not name; there was no way for the girl to know of his pregnancy- it was under shinobi-verified confidentiality unless Kakashi-sensei had made a mention, or Sakura-chan had gossiped around the village about his situation; still, Naruto would like to imagine that neither of them was capable of being so deliberately malicious.

Still, he followed her guide into the cramped shop and found with both joy and marginal trepidation that it was indeed a store of baby supplies. In recognition, he turned to the kind woman who had allowed him entry, she was watching his movements with a precautionary eye, frightened of his every movement as evidenced. Yet, she had allowed him in, for that he was in gratitude unto her. "Thank you for letting me in." A flicker of a smile came upon her then, as her clasped hands loosened ever so slightly in return for his appreciation, nodding marginally but still she backed away towards the counter.

"I- I heard from a friend of mine, a shinobi- she said that 'the dem-' that you! M-might be pregnant, and I know how much trouble pregnancy and childbirth were for me, and considering what everyone thinks of, well, you might have trouble finding stuff for the baby." Hesitation took her tone, and the implication was easily heard within her phrasing, still, Naruto found himself laughing along with her words. In spite of the fact that it was made obvious that one of his friends had exposed him, he knew he couldn't blame the woman afore him for such a misstep, especially as she was giving aid. Even if she was terrified of him because of the rumours the villagers so commonly spread.

"Well, thank you anyway, I'm Naruto." Candour had him bare no expectation for her to shake his awaiting hand, or to introduce herself in a good manner. Though he was surprised when his tanned hand was harshly grasped by a walnut-toned one and an expression of frightful determination filtered upon the woman's face as she shook his hand.

"Kamaji. Its... It's nice to meet you, and not just hear gossip." They locked gazes then, as their hands let go of the other. It was rather quick to notice, that his hand hurt extensively from her sudden grasp, and though he weren't an expert by any margin; to look upon her muscled figure, in evaluation, he could guess she might have been a shinobi at one point. He was given a full smile then, no hesitation upon her lips or eyes, seemingly having decided he wasn't a figure worth being frightened of as a fellow citizen, he grinned in return. As she walked to her counter with a relaxed disposition, he turned towards the merchandise with two fingers on his lip, and a thoughtful expression for all the options. "You should only grab what you'll need immediately, that'll probably be a crib, a mattress, maybe a sling and some bottles." He nodded in comprehension, for he already knew with all the large items he would need to make another trip after the baby was born.

It was with a large grin adorning his face that he, along with Kamaji-san's help, picked out some necessary items for the daughter he was joyously having in eight months.