To the Readers:

I am a fan of Naruto, not Shippuden. However, I do like the appearance of the characters grown up and the Akatsuki. I especially love the scene with Hinata when she confessed to Naruto. That was beautiful. But my heart still stays with the first season of Naruto. So that means I will refer to the Naruto and not Shippuden. The character's appearance will be from Shippuden. Yeah, kind of confusing.

So in the world of Naruto (first season), there is no Akatsuki or any other characters in Shippuden. Just putting that out there. I feel weird writing this story while Shippuden is at a World War right now. It's pretty funny.

Another thing: I tend to make a lot of reference from Naruto. Just letting you know that.

Prologue

He walked around town, avoiding eye contacts with the civilians. They did the same. This was his usual morning. It wasn't because he was socially awkward or anything like that, but rather, because of his eyes. Naruto had extraordinary bright, red eyes. It probably even glowed in the dark, though he hadn't bothered to check it out after all these years. His current destination was to the playground. It was called Rogra, or at least that was what Naruto preferred to call it. It was a place for artists to come and show their artwork by painting on the wall. Nobody really used it much, and all of the art covering the walls of Rogra was made by Naruto alone.

Today was a rather remarkable morning, not part of his routine. A girl was looking at it. No, that wasn't right. She had a small paintbrush on her hand… and it was touching his art. He frowned, quickening his pace as he shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?"

She was startled, but made sure not to smudge anything. She put down the brush, and said, "I'm sorry. Are you the one painting all of these?"

He scratched his head. Not many people acknowledged his paintings. "Yeah."

The girl smiled, her dusky beryl hair waving with the motion of the wind. "I really like them a lot." Then she blushed, and her eyes averted his aggressive glare. "I was just trying to enhance it. That's all. I wasn't trying to tarnish it or anything."

Naruto stopped the ongoing ferociousness, and took a look at the wall. His eyes widened, seeing how she had made his art stood out more than it used to. He glanced at her, who was staring at the ground, muttering, "They were wearing off after the massive storm we had yesterday. I just wanted to fix them."

He sighed, apologizing to her. She was surprised, looking up at him. "I was just assuming things. Sorry I got mad."

She put her brush back into her box, holding it up, and said, "I have to go, but before I do, can I have your name?"

"Naruto."

"Hinata," she replied. "Well, good bye."

She waved to him and headed off the opposite direction. He shoved his hands into his pockets, tilting his head a bit in question of the girl. She had white eyes that showed no pupil, and it surprised him that there was another person with such unnatural eyes according to society. Pulling out his hands, he realized that he didn't have his brush with him. So basically, his journey here was for nothing. Well, at least it was for something.

He met a girl, and she appeared to me the same age as him. Shrugging, he turned back to home and began to walk. Maybe Gaara would know.