(A/N: Yeah, I know the last one was short, but I'm trying to get my ideas for the story out one scene at a time…by the way, remember how I said in the description that this story has humor in it? Trust me, you're gonna see some humor that takes you by surprise…and you'll probably be thinking "he did not". Oh, and this story is gonna take a really shocking turn of events. It's not even gonna be funny, but it'll be good. For now, enjoy!)
"Are you done?" Naruto asked Narita.
"Yeah, I'm good," said Narita, who was walking with him out of the hospital.
So as to help Narita with her "running problem," a nurse had given her a special medicine that helped her out. About 15 minutes or so afterwards, Narita was fine and free to leave. As they walked away from the hospital, Narita decided to continue exploring around Konoha village.
"Say, Naruto?" she asked, looking at him with a smile.
"Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Can you show me around Konoha again? We didn't really get to finish our tour."
"Sure," he said with a smile. "Just as long as you promise not to freak out like you did when you first came in, k?"
"Aw, but that was fun!"
"Hahaha! Well, then at least keep it down to a minimum. Promise?"
"Hmm…yeah, ok! I promise!"
And so Naruto brought Narita around Konoha again. True to her word, Narita kept her excitement down. That didn't mean that she didn't have her moments of glee, though. First was when they were at a clothing store, when Narita found kimonos and shirts that she liked. Naruto, figuring it was because she was a girl, let it slide with a smile as she decided to try them on. The next one was about thirty minutes later when Narita saw a pound and dragged Naruto into it. As she looked at each dog, she eventually begged Naruto to buy her a puppy. Naruto had to remind her that he was flat out broke, much to Narita's disappointment. The more that these continued, the more Narita subconsciously treated Naruto like he was her father. Naruto, however, felt two things at the same time: first off, he felt more like he truly was her father. The second feeling was that he felt like he was on a date with her…which was really awkward for him, considering that Narita was his daughter and that he had never even been on a date.
As they continued their stroll, they soon ended up on a viewing platform on top of the Hokage statues. It was then that Naruto finally built up the courage to ask what he couldn't earlier.
"Say, Narita?" he asked, looking at her. "Out of curiosity…who's your dad?"
"Hm?" she asked, looking at him. "My dad? Dunno. I never knew him, really."
"Huh?" asked Naruto, taken by surprise. "You…you never knew your father?"
"Well…what about –"
"Didn't know my birth mother, either. I was raised by a foster sister of sorts."
Saying this shocked Naruto was putting it lightly. Naruto himself knew what it was like to grow up not knowing his own parents, and a child not knowing their parents was a little rare in Konoha, not even counting him. Also, this was his daughter he was talking to. Hearing that she never knew of him was pretty big news. As Naruto looked at Narita, however, he began to notice something. Though she said what she said with ease, like she was used to it, he was able to see a hint of hidden sadness in her eyes, even though she was looking away from him. He recognized that look: he wore it more than once when he was a kid.
"I…I also know what it's like," he said, leaning against the railing of the platform and looking over at the village. "Not knowing my birth parents, I mean."
"You were adopted, too?" Narita asked, not looking at him.
"No, I wasn't. I dunno who raised me when I was an infant, but after that I pretty much began to raise myself. The Hokage at the time would check up on me every once in a while, as did Iruka-sensei. But even that was just a check-up. As far as family…at the time, I didn't have anyone."
Narita looked at him in shock, wide eyes and open mouth. As Narita stared at him, an old familiar sadness crept up Naruto's face as he remembered the harsh past. He began to remember what it was like, having everyone hate him because he was a jinchuurichi when he was left in the dark for most of his life. Even now, two years or so after he had learned of the truth, there were still people who hated him because of the Kyuubi inside of him. That was apparent enough at the eating contest when they signed up for it.
"…you don't have to hold up that burden by yourself, you know?" said Naruto, still staring at the village. "I'll help you hold it up."
"…what makes you think you can hold my burden with me?" she asked, sounding a little like Naruto didn't know what he was talking about.
"Trust me," he said, turning to her and smiling. "I can take a lot more than you think. That's what friends are for, right?"
"Friends? We…we're friends?"
"Yeah, I'd say so…or would you rather we not be?"
Naruto had to smile. Even though she was his daughter, that didn't mean they couldn't be friends. For all he knew, she didn't know that she was talking to her father-to-be. After a second or so, Narita smiled at Naruto. He had done it again: he made a complete stranger into one of his friends, or at least be friendly.
"Friends it is," she said, smiling brightly.
As Naruto held out his hand, Narita took it and pulled Naruto into a hug…and this one was the same one that she pulled on him when they first met. And like the first one, he couldn't breathe and was turning blue from the suffocation.
(A/N: Quick reminder, by the way. For those who are having a hard time keeping up with the chronology, Naruto hasn't fought with Pain yet, and as such hasn't met his father yet. That won't happen in the series for quite a long while.)