It seems that after editing the necessary chapters, I can finally get into this one.......

Welp, I'll need luck! I just have a few things in store. These last few chapters have been the hardest for me. Since, there are so many days that are completely actionless. This chapter.... meh. The next one, nearing the climax. And the next...... brace yourself.

Naruto: I can't believe what's going to happen, you know.

Hinata: *nods in agreement*

Me: Well, I guess it is kinda mind boggling.

Rock Lee: *cries* But no matter how hard the task!!! I know Naruto and Hinata can have a YOUTHFUL Happy End!!!!!!!

Naruto: When did we go from 'Naruto' to 'Future Diary'?

Me: Thanks for the enthusiasm Lee. Would you care to do the disclaimer?

Tenten: Nooooo!!!!

Rock Lee: I would be honored to!!!

Tenten: You fool, you've doomed us all!!!!

Rock Lee: *breaths in and out*

Tenten: There's no stopping him now! Take cover! *ducks behind a metal shield*

Rock Lee: *spreads his arms out, the sunset behind his figure* The following is a youthful fan based fiction! 'Naruto' is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, Viz Media, Shonen Jump, and Hinata. Adri does not own 'Naruto' or the characters from it! Please support the official youthful release and my spinoff were you will indulge yourself in an experience that will guarantee you a youthful aura!!! Please excuse grammar mistakes, we hope you enjoy our hard work and efforts, vote, comment, and let us get right on to the chapter!!!

Sakura: Leave it to Lee to change the subject and add youth to half the sentences.

Tenten: Welcome to half my world.
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Naruto's POV:
Location: La Barca Hotel; Hotel Room #I124
Time: 8:48 am

Why is breakfast the most important meal of the day?

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. This came to mind while I was just blankly staring at the miso soup I was enjoying this Wednesday morning. Well, that's never really made sense to me. I mean, why is breakfast so important if all I eat every day for breakfast and beyond is ramen, you know?!

Maybe it's just me.

This isn't the first time I've questioned the importance of breakfast. And whenever it did I would remember this.

On our first genin test at the agency, Kakashi-sensei told us not to eat any breakfast or else we'd end up throwing up. See, I'm not well aware—I'm not well aware of a lot of things— of the causes exercising and digesting food are but I guess they aren't good; maybe Sakura knows but I'm not going to go through the trouble. And that test was brutal! Do you really expect three newly announced genins to take one out of two bells from one jonin on an empty stomach?! At the time, I didn't know what was more annoying, my failed attempts on getting those bells—I swear if those things had mouths they'd be jingle belling their asses off—, Kakashi-sensei daringly and pulling out his pervert orange novel he seemed to have spent three damn years reading and giggling over any scene like a schoolgirl in love with her one and holy Senpai or my stomach repeatedly saying only one necessary word to make me stop paying attention to my surroundings and to it's distracting chime:... ggrrrrrrr... that's it.

"Take a bell," I said. "It would be easy," I said.

In the end, the only one holding bells in front of the rest of the team's faces was Kakashi-sensei. But we did do something other than practically getting flailed around when we tried to go for the offense, we learned our first rule and about the rules to begin with.

Rule #22: Always work as a team.

And back to my original question. "Why is breakfast the most important meal of the day?", I asked randomly to the midnight blue haired spy in an apron, casually awaiting for the tea to finish boiling.

"Simple, because it gives you energy to start the day. If you eat a well balanced breakfast, you'll have more energy to waste," she basically just schooled my morning routine—snooze, eat ramen, feed Kurama, shower (depending on how late I was), dress, brush teeth, out the door. Although it's not the first time someone ever said something similar to me, it's the first time someone has told me so kindly...not yelling at me or shoving a bowl of vegetables in my face, ugh.

"Wow! You're not only going to make somebody a good wife, you're also going to make a great mother one day. And that's a compliment," when the words escaped my mouth Hinata's face was instantly magenta. I kept debating whether or not she was blushing. I'm gonna go with blushing since what I said was a compliment and I even stated said fact.

I silently chuckled at her attempts to say thank you without stuttering being the only thing she says. I then proceed to keep eating quietly much to my surprise. I was being so quiet because I couldn't stop myself from thinking, you know.

On the topic of energy, I couldn't help but notice the slightly dark bags of skin under Hinata's eyes. My first conclusion was that we went to sleep late, but I crossed that off since we both went to bed at ten pm. and I don't remember walking around with bags under my eyes matching hers.Then I thought it was because of all the work we were doing, but—again—I didn't have bags under my eyes so that couldn't be it either. I then came to the conclusion that maybe I was overthinking. It's probably nothing. If she eats a good breakfast she'll receive more energy.

"Why do you think Toneri's doing this?," I felt like a child in that time when they ask a lot of questions at the moment. This had been troubling all of us ever since the gala night. No matter how we sliced it, we could never get a solid motive.

I didn't hear anything from Hinata and when I looked to see if she was still there, she seemed off. The smile she was wearing vanished and turned to a sort of depressive expression. Her field of vision was completely to the right though her head hadn't moved. It was as if she had forgotten I was even there, and she's now in her own mysterious world.

I was worried something was wrong so I asked with a cautious tone. But she merely said that she got distracted with the tea which was almost done, and then she looked to the corner left of the room, as if she was trying to avoid looking directly at me, you know.

Ping!

As if it was sent, something triggered my memory. And this something, gave me answers to what had just happened. I just didn't know what it was. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know what it is. I just forgot what the legend was, you know. Not the story type of legend. The type of legends you see in, for example, maps and they tell you were stuff is, you know?

Luckily, I know exactly who to ask!

So, I finished my breakfast, and now packed with morning energy. It's time to start the day...., by going to the bathroom. But it's for very reasonable purposes!

As for the question I asked Hinata, I decided to leave it aside, thinking it might have been rude to shove the question down her throat if it made her act weird and/or uncomfortable.

I put the bowl now soup free in the kitchen sink, because then I'll feel bad if I just leave it there. I might do it if I'm home and on my own, because then Kurama would lick it clean and then I'd wash it later. But I'm on a mission and with a parter/friend. I may give most adults impolite names, but when it's a good friend who I consider to be very strong like Hinata, I'm gonna show some respect and care, people!

"Uhh, daddy's gotta go make wee wee," speaking as if it were just a regular day at my apartment talking to Kurama (I'm not even joking, I talk like this to Kurama a lot and now I realize I shouldn't because he is a very clever dog) I gave an excuse to go to the bathroom—if you didn't understand.

I'm pretty sure Hinata laughed at my statement, but I just heard a muffled giggle, much to my dismay. At least she was smiling again. It's not like I talk to everyone like that on a daily basis, you know.

The minute I entered the bathroom—which is the most private room in this hotel room; not even when you're alone and the other person is in the other room; Shikamaru is always listening! Except at night, and even if you're in the bathroom you have to speak in a low voice— I sat myself down in the toilet, pants and all, and took out my phone. I had to lower my phones volume so neither Hinata nor Shikamaru think I'm making a call.

As I wait for him to answer his phone, I decide to make myself comfortable and sit cross legged in the toilet. Until he finally answers.

"What do you want now, idiot?," the irritated voice of my dear best friend and rival, the Asshole, Sasuke Uchiha. Even if Sasuke has changed to a more caring person, he always stresses out when it's me. Do I really give him a hard time?.....

Nahhhhhh!

"Sasuke, how did the legend go?," I whispered, making sure my voice was inaudible from the outside. And hearing his answer, I feel like I should have explained myself in a more translatable manner instead of making the question jump on him like my frog coin purse, Gama-chan.

From the other end, I heard Sasuke clearing his throat, to then give me the answer of a generation with even the right tone of voice for drama. And that was: "In the writings of old Japanese shamans, there was one tale, of how one day, a complete moron would communicate with his rival and annoy the ever living shi–," I cut him off by the way.

"No, not that type of legend. The type you see in maps," I explained upon realizing what he meant, trying my hardest to sound serious. But apparently, that was hardly enough for dear old Duckass Shaman, ohhh no no no!

"So, why didn't you let me finish?," the raven haired man questioned. For once, he was able to joke with the blond, something he didn't do on a daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, etc. basis. Hardly ever. Sasuke was never to fond of making jokes, at the very least, not ever since the death of his clan. When he was younger, sure, he had his fair share of pleasing comedic actions, especially with his late elder brother. But things are different, it was nearly weeks after the incident' occurrence that Sasuke had begun to grow cold and insensitive, at least from the rumors I overheard during class and in the hallways.

Of course, he was not the one to pass hearing a good mischievous and amusing action or success without putting on a smirk.

But he wasn't the one to make a joke either, so this caught me incredibly off guard. Although, we did have a Bro-Down the other day on the phone. Haha! I can't believe I got him to say 'bro' and he said many times!

"The one you use when you're questioning someone, you know. Ummmm, it waaaas... eye reaction, yeah. Like when you interrogate someone, you know." I said, and now I feel like the bastard finally understands because I was not about to let him get me off track with insulting made up legends.

"Look to the corner left, a sign the person may be lying. Look to the right, a sign the person may be recalling a memory. There also other ways to tell. Choice of words, stuttering, micro-movements, how quick they answer, etc. Where are you?" finally giving me the answer I wanted, Sasuke stated like a professional. Not saying he isn't.

"Thanks for the information, it'll come in handy... I'm... in the bathroom.., whyy?" the idea that Sasuke just had to now about my current whereabouts is sorta scaring me. I had an urge to ask him where he was, but first he needed to answer me.

"Huh, I figured. If this weren't serious you would have just used the microphone. You're hiding something." oh trust me Sasuke, I don't think I'm the one hiding things. An image of Hinata's face suddenly popped up in my head. With this new information, I think I'm gonna need to do my own investigation.

"I'm not hiding anything, I'm planing on giving Hinata some advice and thought maybe you could lend me a hand. Bye Sasuke." not letting him protest any further, I hung up. I had to lie, this is something I need to do on my own. I'm the one sharing a room with Hinata.

So, that means, Hinata lied to me. She wasn't checking on the tea, she was remembering something. Was it about Toneri? I wasn't going to lie when I told myself that it pained me to know Hinata was lying to me. I didn't even know she was capable of doing it. Then I wondered if she ever lied to me about anything else we talked about during this mission.

The fact that she lied instead of telling me she remembered something, only meant one thing.

She was hiding something. But, what did she have to hide?

I could only borderline hope she wasn't hiding anything about the mission

She did remember something when I asked about Toneri earlier.

But that thought only made it more likely that she was hiding something about the mission. And that my investigation will ultimately lead me to finding something I might not like. If anything, it might even end up being catastrophic for my friendship with Hinata. Snooping through my own teammates actions, huh, I didn't even know where to start. Maybe by keeping a close eye on her.

And all that happened while my ass was on the toilet! That should be an achievement.

~Time Skip; Fourteen Hours Later~

Third Person POV:
Location: La Barca Hotel; Hotel Room I124; Bedroom
Time: 11:12 pm

Something always happens at nighttime.

Nighttime is the right time. Nighttime is the time someone throws a party. Nighttime is the time someone overworks themselves. Nighttime is the time someone arrives home. Nighttime is the time parents let go of their duties and have the kids babysitted. Nighttime is the time someone sneaks out of the house. Nighttime is the time the little ones build pillow and blanket fortresses to tell jokes about how they didn't wake up the adults in the process. Nighttime is the time the happy campers roast marshmallows for their gooey s'mores and sleep under the stars. Nighttime is the time someone goes to work. Nighttime is the time someone has passed. Nighttime is the time someone is born. Nighttime is the time you have dreams and nightmares. Nighttime is the time the pets get in bed with their owners. Nighttime is the time someone has a movie night.

Nighttime is the time most people sleep at, but as you can see from the previous statements that's not the case everywhere. Especially not here.

A lot of things happen during nighttime, and this was no exception.

Naruto Uzumaki is, as always, a deep sleeper. While at home, the only thing that happens at night is him snoring his worries away, the occasional midnight-(ramen)-snack, and Kami knows whatever Kurama does. If it's on what Kakashi likes to call 'Bring Your Toothbrush' missions, he'll most likely go to sleep late since he was on patrol. Waking up was an even harder task, but we're not getting into that.

To him sleeping was a habit and not a necessity. If he were on a mission he wouldn't mind staying up late for the mission's sake. But if he were at home there was nothing getting in between him and his date with the mattress or the couch.

And he didn't mind pretending to be sleeping for an hour. What he did mind was the fact that if he wasn't right on this he would regret it the morning after. His mind kept going from 'nothing's going to happen and your wasting your sleep' to 'this is the only explanation and you've gotta manage your breath, you know'. It wasn't fun pretending to breath softly because whenever he remembered he had to breath normally he would feel his breath go heavier and then he tried to fake breathing normally and that's such a pain. And let's please not get into the fake snoring, now that was a nightmare on it's own.

He was like a snake waiting for the right moment to inflict the venom on it's prey, only in this metaphor the prey was maybe going to be watched for a couple of days before struck and the prey wasn't even prey.

And as if by miracle, the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

The sound of the mattress's springs being lowered caught the blond's attention like the scent of ramen. He didn't open his eyes fearing he would get caught, but he waited for the figure beside his to remove itself entirely. Even when that happened he didn't move nor did he open his eyes, but merely opened his ears. He didn't have the sense of hearing of a spyhound, but what he had was better than nothing. And at the time he wished it was nothing, he wished that all the worries that rested on his back were all for just that, nothing. But if it was, he didn't wish it was a miracle, but the truth.

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he remembered he was once told: "Let's hope not. The problem with miracles is that they don't last long." Another good reason to hope his worries were for nothing. A just after the figure next to him got itself entirely off the side of the mattress, every seemed brighter, Naruto figured she turned on the night desktop lamp, even when his eyes where shut.

After about three minutes, the blond felt it was safe to slightly open his eyes. When he did, most of the the things he saw where blurs, since he was opening his eyes like how one would do when cheating at Marco Polo. But gradually he focused his eyesight on the one thing in front of the bedside. It was the person he had sadly been suspecting was hiding something, leader of the Hand-To-Hand Combat Spies Bumon, Hinata Hyuga.

She was sitting down on one of the office chair right in front of the bedside, facing the blond spy, the light originating from the lamp giving him a clear look at her flawless face— if not counting the violet bags of flesh under her white eyes. In a normal situation Naruto could have been easily caught, but in this case, the midnight maiden was so distracted. Even while directly facing him. Considering her distracted state, the blond proceeded to open his eyes just a little more. Enough to get a clear view of what she was doing.

She was looking at pictures.

Of what, he had no idea. She had never shown him any pictures or mentioned any. But there they where at her gentle fingertips. She would give all her visual attention to each of the pictures, with the desktop lamp at her aid, never seeming to miss a single detail. She would laugh at the immediate sight of some of them, doing her best to try and not wake up the already awake man in front of her. She would sigh after taking a long look at one. She would sometimes stop at a specific picture before placing it behind all the others and raise it again and she would smile.

At that point he was very curious. What in the world was on those pictures that would make her smile the way she did? It was a smile that he had never seen before; it seemed as if nobody had seen it before. It was as if that smile was buried once upon a long time ago, left behind, and only whatever was on those specific pictures was able to dig up that forgotten smile and give it life. A mystery yet to be dwelled on.

After ten minutes, he had enough. There was nothing that was going to stop him from seeing what was on those pictures. Now that may seem like an invasion of privacy, but the blond would beg to differ. See, in the life of spies the line between personal and duty was something that must never be blurred or crossed.

Rule #3: When the lines get blurred, it's hard for someone not to cross them.

If what's on the pictures was personal (a) she'd be breaking a rule and (b) why would she have to enjoy them in the middle of the night when her team was asleep?

It would be stupid for someone who works in the agency to get distracted on personal affairs while on the line of duty. And this situation sums it up perfectly. Nevertheless it's happening.

Naruto was the type of person that jumps into the wildfire without a plan, only his motive. It went like this: Heroism now, plan later! The blond couldn't think of a plan when his mind was filled with: I won't let this happen because I will fight for what's right and I'll use my Talk Power to prove you wrong! If anything, an idea would come when he's already in action or his instincts would kick in and his morale push him forward. So for the situation he was in at the moment...

Naruto moved his body quite noticeably, groaning while shifting himself to a different position, now facing upward at the ceiling making sure to close his eyes incase she decided to check on him. This caused the white eyed spy to be worried of being caught. Thankfully for her, she had a plan invade this would happen, so she lifted herself from the chair, rolling it to its respective desk without making sound thanks to the carpeted floor, and ran into the bathroom and warily closed the door, the pictures in her hand. At almost reminded his of that morning. "Everything is simple in the bathroom" a wise man must've said.

Immediately after she closed the door, the supposedly asleep blond opened his eyes and looked under the bed hoping to find something that resembled a clue. Fortunately, Hinata left the desk light on, clearing the dark just a little. In the darkest, a small light was reflected of a small white and flat object hidden in the darkness. Naruto slithered his arm under the bed reaching to find it patting the floor with his hand until he had a hold of it. Pulling his arm out, he was amazed to find one of the pictures that Hinata was going through. It must've dropped on the floor during the scene.

In his hand, the picture was upside down. But before he could flip it over, he heard the slow twist of a doorknob and immediately lied down again on the bed facing the left side, his back facing the lamp that was on and the door that was then opened, revealing the midnight blue haired Hinata. She lied back down on the bed finally getting some actual sleep after she placed the photos in one of her clothes drawers. In her heart there was peace, those pictures wouldalways made her happy.

After five minutes, she was already sound asleep. At this time, Naruto was able to finally look at the contents of the picture he found. The curiosity inside grew more and more with each passing second. It was like seeing what was under Kakashi's blasted mask!

His eyes widened in shock, his mouth slightly parted in surprise, and his mind malfunctioned in utter disbelief. One could come up with theories of what was on the picture, but none of them would have been close to the real thing. He abruptly closed his eyes and rubbing them forcefully, hoping that when he opened then, what was on the printed plastic was merely an illusion. It wasn't, it was real. So that's the big secret Hinata had hidden from us all those years.

The picture was composed of merely two children, maybe four or five years old. A little girl and a little boy siting side by side on a toy picnic table in what appeared to be a small Pre-School backyard covered in snow. Their arms where around each other's shoulders in such an innocent atmosphere. In front of them, was the table. The table had a plastic soft pink cover too big for the size of the small picnic table. Confetti was sprinkled on its surface with plates, cups, and bags with newly bought cutlery inside. And on the table there was a cake, the words 'Happy Birthday' written on the top in fluffy purple frosting and one candle shaped as the number 4 already lit up and dropping melted wax.

The little girl wore a light purple sweater with a white furry hoodie, a striped gray scarf around her neck for extra warmth, and smile on her face warming the atmosphere of its cold aura. The bridge of her nose and her cheeks were tainted light red due to the weather. A small stain of white and purple frosting smeared on her left cheek, a small finger and playful friend seeming to be the culprit. Her hair was midnight blue, cut short in a Hime Haircut and two strands framing her pale face. Her white lavender pupiless eyes were reflecting so much happiness.

The little boy wore a blueish white sweater with a furry light green hoodie, no scarf or anything to give him extra warmth. His smile was softer and calmer, but nonetheless it was obvious that he was just as happy as the girl next to him. And he also had his cheeks reddened by the cold winter weather. He had white shaggy hair and a very pale complexion, much paler than that of the girl next to him. His eyes where an icy shade of blue clashing with the whiteness of his hair and face.

If you'd give this picture to a random person and ask them to sum it up, the obvious answer would be: "It's two kinds at a birthday party. I think it's the little girls fourth Birthday." But give it to anyone who knows of the contexts of this mission and they'd say something completely different. Some might not be able to say anything at all, and Naruto was one of those people. This picture was a mayor clue in his investigation. The identities of the children on the old picture where something he would have never expected in a million lifetimes.

Their names where Hinata Hyūga and Toneri Ōtsutsuki. Childhood Best Friends.
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A/N:

Me: I for one am not ashamed of what I've done. If you're mad at me, wait till you get... I can't spoil it.

Naruto: This was the big showstopper we were getting at!

Hinata: The first.

Me: *snickers* Nice pun. *thumbs up*

Invisible Force: This took you forever to write. Care to explain?

Me: It's just. I have a problem. The one where I leave everything for the last minute. And I always say I'll do it tomorrow and I'm going to finish it, but then I get distracted with other things. I thought I would update more in the summer... but I've only updated one and summer's almost over. I'm not proud. But I'm prod that this chapter became more than expected. I was worried it would be too short, but when I noticed the word count was 2000 something and I was only halfway there, I became relieved, and now it's at 4756 as I write this. I'd say it's a job well done.

Hinata: Good job!

Invisible Force: By the way Naruto. How did you feel when you saw the picture during the editing conference?

Naruto: All I can say is that Hinata looks adorable as a four year old.

Hinata: *blushes* I-I... *thinks* I thought only Neji-niisan thought that.

Me: Well. Thank you all for your support. I hope you enjoy our efforts, vote, comment, and we will see you in Chapter 14: Mission Day 6; Moon Craters! Bye!!!

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