Honestly I should stop making new stories, but when I get an idea I have to write it down. Then it evolves, turning into a story. I know I need to improve my writing and would love for tips! Also it's comforting to know people enjoy my stories.

Naruto, no Nanashi, turned to face the long missed Chakra.

He took in his old friend. He had aged well, still looking young enough to pass for forty, though he was in his early seventies. His hair was darker back to a greying brown, his skin was a light tan, no longer the golden brown it once was. His muscles still moved strongly, indicating that he was still keeping in shape. His hair was longer, though well trimmed, and was pinned up with a pair of familiar hair sticks.

His heart aches as he remembered that day, the wind through his hair, then being stopped by Hiasu. He felt the chakra he had long since adapted to stir, as it recognized its owners signature. His pale blue eye hummed with energy, and he felt his veins bulge out.

This would happen every time Hiasu was near him. He knew Hiasu could feel it, and was growing suspicious. He could sense him searching the crowd, looking for the chakra that resonates with his own, gaze cold and clinical, as every Hyugas had to be.

He sighed when he was spotted. He couldn't bury the joy at being near his old friend though.

Hyūga Hiasu. A Hyūga Elder. Veteran of the Second and Third Shinobi War. Former ambassador to Uzushiogakure. When he had arrived just in time to see his best friend fall, he had been devastated, and he grabbed Chishima and the golden hair sticks he had gifted to him.

He was heading back to the compound from his morning walk, consisting of walking every street in Konoha twice while carrying a weighted cane, under the guise of a handicapped, when he froze, his chakra reacting in a way it hadn't in nearly forty years.

He looked around, trying to find the one with his chakra. He spotted a flash of crimson and his heart nearly stopped.

'Nanashi?' He thought, and saw a near replica of his dead friend when they were younger, mere chunin. His lone eye met a startling blue, and his empty eye socket thrummed. He looked at the other eye and saw Nanashis pale blue Byakugan, active in his presence as always.

He found himself moving forward, cane dropping to the ground. He walked up to the twelve year old.

"Nanashi?" He asked. He hoped he was right, so that he knew he wasn't going crazy. But he also hoped he was wrong, because Nanashi deserved the pure world.

Nanashi reached up and brushed his fingers along the cloth wrapped around Hiasus empty socket. Chakra flowed easily through them, confirming Hiasus suspicions.

He breathed out a laugh, and it was filled with joy, carefree and light. He hasn't laughed like that since the day he left for reinforcements. Nanashi gripped his arm and he allowed it, as they shunshined to the Hokage monument.

Nanashi slammed his palms on the ground, activating a privacy seal. Hiasu was breathless. Nanashi was back!

Nanashi turned to Hiasu.

"I am back old friend, though I am not Nanashi now. I go by another name, and for now, another appearance." His appearance flickered, taking on that of Naruto. He released the henge going back to red hair and mismatched eyes.

Hiasu still couldn't believe it. Nanashi was alive! He kneeled, and hugged Nanashi, tears spilling from his tightly closed eye.

Nanashi gripped the Hyūgas kimono, he was happy that there was someone he could count on, who would understand.

He drew back and Hiasu sat on the stone ground still crying, but a huge smile on his face.

He got an idea, and prepared for the massive drain he was about to experience.

"Uzumaki Forbidden Art! Elixir of Life! 15th dose!" He flipped, hair falling free as he used the senbon to scratch the finer lines his feet could not. He flipped and danced, tracing a long forgotten seal into the stone.

Hiasu kept his chakra still, not knowing what the deal would do to him. He remained seated, in the center of delicate twists and turns.

Suddenly Nanashi stopped, landing just behind Hiasu, and slammed his palms down on the Hyūgas shoulder blades. "Activate!" He shouted. Violet chakra flowed throughout the seal, lighting it up.

Fifteen plants burst out of the ground along the edges of the seal. They curved inward, forming a canopy over the two. Sweat began to bead on Nanashis brow, his chakra draining fast. A golden droplet formed in the center of the canopy, and it grew, becoming the size of a melon, before dropping down into Hiasu. A little speck landed on Nanashi s cheek.

Nanashi released the seal, and it disappeared, as if it was never there. He fell to his knees, forehead thumping against Hiasus back as his vision wavered. He assessed his reserves. They were nearly depleted. Though they were already beginning to refill, no doubt the Fox's doing.

Hiasu felt a golden energy wash over him just as he sensed Nanashi collapse. He turned around, and held Nanashi up. He looked down. His clothes seemed bigger on him now.

"Nanashi? What did you do?" He asked, eyes wide. Nanashi was older, and looked to be around fifteen, when they were jonins.

Nanashi groaned and sat up. He examined his body. "Ah." He sighed. "Seems some of the Elixir hit me. This may be for the better." He blew a strand of hair out of his face.

He then grinned. "You don't look bad either Hiasu." He said. The Hyūga used a small water jutsu and looked at his reflection. He stared at a fifteen year old him, hair bleached from long hours in the sun, and a golden tan from training atop the ocean. He threw his head back and laughed.

Nanashi smiled as he watched Hiasu. He truly felt as though they were fifteen. The only thing missing was.... Home. He turned east, just as Hiasu did.

"I can't go home right now. But one day I will. Uzu will need a strong Kage to raise her back up." He said sadly, a feeling of homesickness filling him. He turned to see Hiasu pulling out a scroll.

He caught it an rolled it open. It was a storage scroll. He channeled chakra through the array, and dropped it to catch the deadly object that popped out.

Chishima. He had thought Kiri would have taken it after his death. Then he remembered the shout as his vision faded. Hiasu. He had been there. With.... Nahiko!

His head shot up. "Nahiko. What happened to Nahiko!?"

Hiasu sighed. "One of the surviving Uzumaki, Uzumaki Ken, I believe, took him in. He said they were going to Suna. I believe he changed his name though, and is deceased. Nahiko changed his name too. I don't know who they are, just that they are in Suna." He shot Nanashi an apologetic look.

Nanashi smiled sadly. At least he is safe. He remembered how Nahiko loved playing in the golden sand along the shores of the Sacred Isles. His son had once said that the air "felt nice" and that the sand would dance for him.

He released the privacy seal, and looked at Hiasu. The now young elder smirked. "Race you to the Akasen? The Konoha Ao Koi has amazing sakè imported from Rice Country.

Nanashi grinned. "You're on." He sealed Chishima away and tucked the scroll into his now right jumpsuit.

They walked back away from the edge of the monument before turning around and dashing towards it, and jumping. They soared over the village, plummeting downwards. Hiasu let his hair fly free, sealing the hair stick away so he could return them to their rightful owner.

They used chakra to cushion their landing and took off, flying across rooftops and weaving through crowds. The villagers stopped, watching the red and light blond streak by.
The shinobi wondered who the redhead was, and were reminded of a certain Red Death of the Leaf.

Nanashi laughed, loving the feeling of wind through his hair, and pushed himself faster, trying to beat the Hyūga. They were dead even, both barely visible to the naked eye.

They streaked across Konoha as the sun began to set, and people began heading towards the bars. Hiasu could see the Konoha Ao Koi and sped up. Not to be outdone, Nanashi sent a burst of chakra to his legs and shot forward, landing in front of the bar.

Hiasu chuckled breathlessly, panting slightly as he unsealed the hair sticks and tossed them to Nanashi. "Here. I've held onto them for you."

Nanashi smiled, pulled his hair up, sliding the hair sticks in expertly. Hiasu smiled. "All you need is your outfit. I have a spare in my closet. It was the only one that came out of the siege intact. I don't know why you had a spare Jonin vest, and I don't wanna know. You can swing by and get it whenever."

Nanashi nodded and they went into the bar. They were met with many stares, because Hyūgas generally didn't come dressed in too large clothes with sun bleached hair and a tan. They didn't know this Hyuga. And they hadn't seen a redhead with hair that red in twelve years.

They went up to the bar and ordered. "Hit us up with two bottles to start." Nanashi said. He was slid two bottles of sakè and a pair of saucers. He grinned at Hiasu. "Lightweight still?" He taunted.

Hiasu smirked. "Since when?" They laughed.

That night was full of sharing memories, and drinking. Lots of it. They stumbled toward Narutos apartment, Nanashi the least drunk, but still drunk enough to run into walls here and there, managed to slip on his twelve year old blond jinchuriki henge as they passed out on the living room floor, each with content smiled on their faces.

Only to wake up with the worst hangovers ever.