A/N: Yep, another new story from me. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
"Twelve years." A young blond-haired male whispered to himself. It had been twelve years since he had last seen the girl that he was eventually supposed to marry. His name was Uzumaki Naruto and his fiancée was Yamanaka Ino, the heiress to the Yamanaka fortune. The Uzumaki's and Yamanaka's had been friends for years before the birth of their children. Unfortunately for both Naruto and Ino neither one of them can receive their respective fortunes until they are officially married. It really wouldn't have been such a bad thing if he had actually had some time to get to know Ino. She and her family had moved away 12 years ago and he had not seen her since. The only thing he remembered was that she was mean to him and he didn't really like her much. He did have a picture of her, however old it was. Naruto took out the slightly torn photo of the young girl. She had platinum-blonde hair that stopped at her shoulders and bright aqua-colored orbs.
"I wonder if she's changed any. I wonder if she's the same little monster she was when were younger."
He had no idea what kind of woman Ino had turned out to be. He hadn't seen her in years, seeing as how her family had moved away years ago. He remembered saying goodbye to her at the airport.
(Flashback)
8 year old Naruto stood next to his father and mother as his parents were saying goodbye to Ino's parents.
"Are you certain that you have to move away Inoichi-kun?" Naruto's red-haired mother Kushina asked the sandy-blond haired male.
"Hai, I'm afraid so. My businesses in China are not doing so well and I'm going to have to go and take care of things. Don't worry we shall return one day."
Naruto's father Minato who was a taller, older version of his son, sharing the same blond spiky-blond hair and pools of cerulean blue pools reached over to shake Inoichi's hand.
"Good luck Inoichi we all wish you well. Come back soon."
"Thank you Minato, Kushina-chan." He smiled warmly. "Ino-chan, sweetheart come over and say goodbye to Naruto-kun and his parents."
The small platinum-blonde girl bowed before Minato and Kushina.
"Goodbye Minato-san, Kushina-san I'll miss you."
"Hai, we'll miss you too Ino-chan, be good okay." Kushina smiled and hugged Ino.
"Don't worry Ino-chan we'll see you again. Naruto aren't you going to say anything?" Minato put his hand on to Naruto's shoulder and pushed him towards Ino slightly. The spiky-haired blond boy looked off to the side.
"Yeah, bye." He muttered.
Ino pouted and frowned.
"Ne, Naruto-kun aren't you going to miss me?" She questioned.
Naruto thought more about her question. She was kidding right? Would he miss the girl who beat him up, pulled his hair, and shouted at him constantly, played with his whisker-markings relentlessly, and just made his life an absolute living hell of course not? In fact she wasn't moving away fast enough for him.
"What?" Naruto shouted. "No way will I ever miss you"
"Naruto!" Kushina shouted out just as loudly as her son. "Don't be so mean to Ino-chan. She's leaving and we don't know when we'll see her again."
"Mom, that's a good thing."
Kushina sighed, Minato just smiled nervously and Inoichi chuckled lightly.
"Don't worry Kushina-san; Naruto-kun is just being shy."
"What?" the whisker-faced boy mouthed and to his surprise Ino leaned over to quickly peck his cheek.
"Bye Naruto-kun, be good okay. We'll see each other again one day try not to miss me too much."
"Aw how adorable." Kushina cooed.
"Yeah, bye Ino I'm not going to miss you though."
"Whatever." She smiled. "Come on daddy lets go."
"Alright princess we do have a plane to catch. Goodbye Naruto-kun, take care."
"Bye Yamanaka-san."
Naruto and his family stood there watching until both Ino and her father were gone from sight."
That had been the last time he had seen her. When he thought about it she had been kind of nice to him the day she had left for China.
"Hey maybe she's nicer now." He let out a laugh. "Nah, probably not."
He put the picture away. He did know for quite some time that he would eventually have to marry her if he expected to inherit his family fortune. The same went for Ino as well she wouldn't inherit a single dime of her father's fortune unless she married Naruto. It was an agreement that their parents had thought up when they were younger because Inoichi Yamanaka had been a very good friend of the family for years. Naruto assumed they all thought the marriage would be a way to strengthen their bonds or something like that.
"Heh," he laughed. "What a joke we don't even like each other."
He had little choice in the matter though especially if he intended to get his money one day. The money that was rightfully his, after all he was his parent's only child. Naruto decided in his head a long time that he would accept his parent's wishes and be a good husband to Ino. His 21st birthday would be soon and eventually they would have to marry. He received a letter a few months ago from the blue-eyed female explaining to him that she planned to return soon.
Naruto was in the living room currently playing video games on the giant flat screen TV. He preferred the bigger screen any day for it seemed to enhance the gaming experience.
"Yo Naruto." His godfather Jiriaya." Had called out to him.
"Damn it." Naruto cursed. "This stupid level 60 it's hard as fuck."
"Naruto!"
The blond-haired male had not seemed to hear Jiriaya as he was currently busy with his game. The older white-haired male sighed heavily. He walked over to Naruto and hit him over the head harshly.
"Ouch." Naruto exclaimed. "Jiriaya-jii what the hell."
Jiriaya chuckled.
"Well brat if you had answered me the first time then I wouldn't have had to hit you."
Naruto rubbed his head.
"Alright, alright you old perv you got my attention. What do you want?"
"It's a letter from you, from the little misses." Jiriaya laughed.
"Eh!" The whisker-faced male shouted out and fell on to the floor. "It's a letter from Ino."
"Yep, it looks like it."
"What the hell does she want I haven't seen or spoken to her for 12 years? I'm surprised that she remembered the address."
"You're parents were good friends remember brat. Besides the wedding's got to be soon am I right?"
"Yeah," Naruto sighed.
"Do you want me to read it?" the white-haired male asked.
"Sure."
"Okay." Jiriaya cleared his throat. "Dear Naruto-kun I know it's been about 12 years or so since we've last spoken, my apologies. I meant to write to you but China has been very distracting."
Naruto scoffed. "Yeah, right. She didn't want to write I bet."
'Shut up kid I'm reading here."
"Right, sorry."
"Anyway I hope that you've been keeping well these past years. I heard about Minato-sama and Kushina-san's car accident. Daddy and I regretted that we were unable to make the funeral but I'm sure that you got the gifts that we sent. I'm sure that Jiriaya-san has been taking good care of you too."
Naruto paused as his parent's funeral was mentioned. He did always wonder why the Yamanaka's didn't even return for that. It was strange to him.
"Naruto I'm writing to tell you that I plan to return home as soon as possible. It will be nice seeing you again, goodbye for now, Ino."
"What!" The whisker-faced male shouted. "She's coming here."
"Yea it appears so. You haven't seen Ino-chan in what 12 years?"
"Yeah." Naruto nodded. "I can't believe that she's coming back."
"Well you know that she was going to come back eventually. Or did you conveniently forget that she is your fiancée?"
"Like I could forget. Oh boy," the blue-eyed male sighed. "Ino's coming back I have to prepare for this. Hell, nothing in the world could prepare me for this."
Naruto looked on the calendar. Ino was scheduled to arrive on Wednesday. He had months to prepare himself mentally for her return and the young man still wasn't sure that he was ready. He couldn't help but be nervous especially after not having laid eyes on her for so long.
"I wonder how she's going to be it's been so long. Okay Uzumaki you can do this. I'm probably worrying for nothing." He decided to put all thoughts aside and wait until the platinum-blonde arrived back in town.