DON'T OWN DON'T SUE!

I'm rewriting it to be correct. I love writing this story so redoing it means alot.

"Sometimes I wonder...If you were alive, how would I know it was you if I saw you on the street? Or worse...When I die how will I know It's you? Would you tell me? Would you now me by name or by looks? Would you run up and hug me? What would happen?"

Like most days the forest far outside Konoha was basically quiet. Not much was happening but if you looked from above you'd see a young man in orange with messy blonde hair and a determined look with a small brunette boy right behind, running after a blue scarf lost in the wind.

"Catch it!" they called.

The day had started off normal, Naruto was up and ready for training, but while on his way to see his team he had run into Konohamaru. The day had been windy and at one moment Konohamaru had gone to readjust his scarf when the wind blew it into a tree.

Seeing his idol Naruto coming by, he call over to him, "Naruto! I need your help!"

After a moment of them thinking and talking, Naruto, wanting to show off, suggested he should used his Rasengan to blow it out of the tree and Konohamaru would jump up, grabbing it before the wind caught it again. Focusing hard on his chakra and trying not to make it too big, he began making a small blue ball. Thinking it wasn't big enough, the shinobi focused a little harder making it bigger before throwing it and blasting the scarf high up into the sky. Upon review of this later, Uzumaki Naruto realized this wasn't his best idea.

"Uh...Get it!" He exclaimed as the chase began. Through the forest from tree to tree, over hills and stomping through streams, they chased the dancing blue scarf in the sky until they were quite sure they were quite lost. The smaller genin wanted just to go back but Naruto wanted to get it so he didn't feel stupid. So farther they went with their eyes on the sky until they were brought to a vast plain of wheat and grass. The scarf had begun descending back to earth giving hope to Naruto.

But as they ran even farther out, farther then Konohamaru had ever been, his hope sunk as it landed on a run down house. House? Out here? Naruto had never seen such a house before in all his years. They stood staring at the old rotting house with pealing paint and a crooked old chimney. To much dismay of Konohamaru who once again begged to go back, the blonde insisted upon just knocking to see if anyone was home. From there they would decide what to do.

"Lets not! I-I-I can get a-another one!" he urged his friend to leave, tugging on an orange sleeve.

"Come on, what the worst that could happen?" Naruto knocked on the door calmly looking back and smiling. The heavy squeaked open as a old woman answered.

"What do you want, brats!?" Her voice was rusty and mean to match her old, mean face and stringy gray hair and pipe in one hand. This must be "what the worst" was. Naruto skidded back a foot and so did Konohamaru who almost began running for his life.

"Well uh eh...Gomen, Miss, we-I-uh..."Naruto tugged with his collar, feeling suddenly warm..

"Out with it!" she growled after taking a puff and letting the smoke roll out, circling around her like a snake.

Naruto rubbed the back on his head and focused on his feet as Konohamaru hid behind him. "M-my friend was- I mean we were wondering, uh, there's um a-a"

"Look at me when you speak!" She used her free hand to grab him by his chin and squeezed his cheeks out, while also turning his face up. Her eyes went wide as she realize the familiar blue eyes looking up at her. "Where did you get those eyes?"

"Uweh? what?" The blonde blinked and spoke from pouted lips, as his young friend looked from the woman to Naruto. She now noticed the golden hair and the skin. But what prove to her what she believed was true was the hitai-ate. Her face soften and a smile grew on her face.

"Come, Come!" She chuckled as she let go and headed inside her home, "Inside! Come inside!"

"What?" Naruto repeated and he rubbed his chin.

"What a weird lady..." remarked the smaller one.

"I said come in!" she demanded. The two ran in saying a "yes ma'am" and closing the door behind them.

Inside was a cluttered home with books upon books, on shelves and tables and stacked on the floor. Pictures of past ninja's sat all around. A twisted stairway was off to the corner near the sitting area which was connected to the kitchen where some tea was brewing. It smelled like smoke and peppermint with a hint of dust. The boys were in awe of the knick-knacks and things all over. Millions of books on shelves, pilled up in chair and on the floor along with scrolls pilled in a box near the stars. She motioned toward a table with only three chairs, none matching and one with a different leg then it's three others. "Sit sit! I'll make you some tea."

Nervous by her kindness, Naruto tried to explain, "Miss, all we need is my friend's scarf."

"I'll make you ramen if you stay..." she gave a coy grinned looking back at him.

"Alright!" And the blonde dove into a seat. Konohamaru follow Naruto and sat next to him, noticeably nervous and unhappy with being there.

The Aged woman went to a book case a looked around. "I know it's here. I know it is." Blowing on dust, she made a single clap of excitement as she pulled out a old brown book and carried it gently to the table.

"I'm so glad you came here."

"You are?" both boys cocked their heads.

"Yes, yes. It's not everyday you get visited by a boy as special as you." she sat down with a soft smile and laid the book to her left. Her hands seemed older then her and Naruto took not of that as odd.

"Uh...do you mean Konohamaru?" of course the blonde never expected people to find him anything good. His younger friend sunk in his seat.

"No no, though it is nice to meet him too..." this made the brunette smile, "It's even better to see you, Naruto."

"H-how do you know M-my name?" Naruto feared she knew of his Kyuubi and she was some crazy old lady out to kill him.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry. I keep going on and on about meeting you and how wonderful and all, yet you have no clue who I am, do you?" she watched them both nod before taking a puff off her pipe and looking wisely into those big blue eyes watching her every move. Then letting smoke coil out with each syllable she explained "My name is Mother Humus and I raised your father."

"My father!"