The Sixth Hokage Naruto Uzaumaki

The Sixth Hokage Uzumaki Naruto by Tamiana Konrote

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto; this is just my filler and spin off the actual story. I dont own any of the characters.

The orphaned boy, whom everyone feared from the day he was born; ostracized by society, with no one to turn to. This boy with the Faith that could move mountains became the Ultimate Shinobi. “BELIEVE IT”

  




 The Great Shinobi War ended 1 month ago after countless battles fought over the Five Great Shinobi Nations, Land of Fire(Konoha), Land of Earth(Iwaga), Land of Lighting(Kumoga), Land of Wind(Sunaga) and Land of Water(Kiriga). Thousands of lives lost from family members to friends young and old, no life was considered precious in the war.

Naruto stands on top the Great Hokage wall with his blond hair blowing in the morning breeze his sage coat sways and his hands in his pocket. He looks out over the Village which he loves so much and fought with his Life and Soul on the line to protect, and smiles. The Great Leaf Village has finally started to return to equilibrium.

Naruto while looking out across his Beautiful Village he starts to reminisce about the times when he was a small cheeky boy running around in the streets vandalising the fences, walls and houses causing havoc within the village. 

Naruto was always chased after by the other shinobi to be scolded for something he had done.
Naruto was feared from the day he was born feared by adults, always teased by other kids the constant name calling and being the center of their jokes and not knowing what for. 

Growing up without any parents/guardians to teach Naruto right from wrong no one to hold him and show him what unconditional love is about, and no one to protect him. 



Naruto laughs and puts he hand on his head to think about how far he has come.

No one ever acknowledged Naruto except one shinboi Kakashi.

Naruto had a rough time growing up but he was always the optimist never letting what people say drag him down because Naruto felt that he had something to prove to everyone to defy what they thought about him.

Naruto thought to himself that one day it would all change the way people looked at him with their fearful eyes of hatred. Naruto wanted to change that way people looked at him to a way that when theirs eyes did look at him it would be eyes of respect.

Naruto knew the only way that the only way he could make that happen was to become the Hokage. He was even more fired up now and he had to look forward to think on what he had to do to become Hokage.

So Naruto only had one goal since that day he decided to become Hokage he dreamt about it day and night. But Naruto knew it was one thing to dream about it he had to put it into practice and train since Hokage means the strongest Ninja in the village

Day in and day out Naruto trained and trained he pushed himself until he would faint from exhaustion.

Naruto didnt care when it came to pushing himself to the point where he would collapse from training he knew he had to do this in order to become Hokage he had to train harder then anyone else because becoming Hokage meant that he would have to be the strongest ninja in Konoha.

   Kakashi-senpai turns up and sees Naruto looking out over the village and walks towards Naruto with his Pervy Sage handbook in his hand. 

   Kakashi puts his hand on Narutos shoulder and without saying a word he knows how Naruto feels.

"Kakashi how did you I would be here" Naruto says with a cheeky smile on his face as wide as the horizon.


"Naruto I knew that this would be the only place you would come to, before the ceremony" Kakashi says.

"I just wanted to come here to catch the sunrise peek through the clouds before I head to the ceremony" Naruto says while staring at the sunbeams slicing their way through the clouds like a hot butter knife through butter.


"I am glad you came here to see the sunrise on the village which you will be the leading" Kakashi says while smiling and staring at Naruto in  amazement on how far he has come.



"Thanks Kakashi I promise I will lead Konoha into a new era of peace and I will protect everyone who lives here" Naruto says it with confidence. 

   With Narutos never give up attitude Kakashi knew that Naruto would go far in this Shinobi World and one day achieve his Dream.

    Now that day has come the years of hard training that Naruto had gone through being trained by Kakashi and Jiraiya the many battles he has fought along the way, the friends he has made, the people he has helped, all the trials and tribulations Naruto has gone through it was all worth it and Kakashi has been there the whole time supporting him along the way.

  While Naruto and Kakashi stand on the Great Hokage Wall the sun beams have finally reached them in the horizon on this momentous day for Naruto, as Naruto knows this is the day he has been waiting for his whole life, the inauguration for him to become the Sixth Hokage has finally come.

   Tears of Joy start to roll down Naruto’s cheeks and Kakashi smiles at him with a reassuring smile letting him know that things are going to be alright. Kakashi knows that Naruto will make a Great Hokage which this Shinobi World has never seen before.

   Naruto and Kakashi both look at each other and without saying anything they laugh, they both know its time to make their way to the ceremony, they leap of the Great Hokage Wall and head towards the ceremony where Naruto will be inaugurated as the Sixth Hokage.

Laura's Final - My Sister's Sacrifice

 Disclaimer: A preview into "The Hunger   Games" through the eyes of Primrose Everdeen. I do not own the characters.  






I open my eyes a tiny crack. Willing myself to go back to sleep. The sooner I’m awake, the sooner I have to face the day ahead. Reaping Day.

The birds are starting to sing, blissfully unaware of what today brings for the residents of District 12.

My sister Katniss is already absent from her bed. She must have gotten up at the crack of dawn to go hunting. I always experience conflicting feelings when she’s out there in those woods. It’s more than just illegal to leave the District, it’s punishable by death. I feel edgy right up until she’s back safely through the front door. But if she didn’t hunt, we wouldn’t eat. I’ve never known anyone to be so skilled with a bow and arrow, with the exception of our father.

I haul myself out of bed, accepting the fact that no further sleep is inevitable.

Half my mind wonders what my sister might be up to. Stalking some innocent creature no doubt, I try not to think of dinner as the defenseless creatures they once were. The other half of my mind struggles to block out images of what’s going to unfold later this afternoon.

Once a year, the ugliness of our government is forced upon us. The Capitol citizens disperse themselves among the districts to flaunt their power. They revel in the entertainment of watching district children as they fight to the death. A sick reminder that they hold all the cards. That rebellion will not be tolerated. The Hunger Games haunts people all year round. You can see it in the worried faces of mothers, the fearful whispered conversations among children. Who will it be this year? A friend or a cousin perhaps? Somebody’s daughter or brother.  The question hangs in the air like a poisonous gas.

 Katniss stumbles through the door, rosy-cheeked and windswept. The knot in my stomach loosens just a little. She’s safe.

“How was the hunt?” My voice shakes with even the simplest of questions.

“Good haul today, we’ll eat well tonight”, she replies. I can tell that her cheerful tone isn’t entirely genuine. I can sense her worry, just like mine, there’s no hiding it. 

The sun is starting to come over the distant hill, its rays peeking in through the thin curtains. A golden glow settles around Katniss, making her look almost angelic. I don’t know what I would do without her.

We go about our morning duties with heavy hearts. A regular day would be filled with chatter, but a somber silence hangs between us instead. It seems we’re both lost in our own thoughts.

This is my first year as part of the Reaping. A child becomes eligible the day they turn 12, my birthday was two weeks ago. I hate to think how I would feel if my name came out of the Reaping Ball. I wouldn’t stand a chance. What worries me even more is that the odds are against my sister. The older you get, the more times your name is added. I try once more, unsuccessfully to push it from my mind. I just want this day to be over.

***

The ribbon in my hair tickles the back of my neck. The blue dress is scratchy against my skin, and my shoes pinch my toes when I walk.

Katniss tells me I look beautiful, but I can’t even bring myself to thank her. I don’t understand why we are expected to wear our best clothes, for such a morbid event.

We join hands as we walk towards the Square. The town is gathered, united by their fear and apprehension. Their collective attention is turned towards the newly erected stage. I glimpse Effie Trinket, the representative from the Capital. Her grin is almost as sickening as her fluorescent pink hair.

I feel Katniss pulling away, as she goes to stand with the other 16 year-olds.

My fingers clasp hers, but they slip from my grip as we’re forced to separate. “Don’t worry Prim, I’ll see you at dinner”, she smiles at me but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I take my place amongst the other 12 year-olds, their faces a reflection of my unease.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome you all to the 74^th Hunger Games!”, Effie’s voice booms out over the crowd. My hands are shaking, and I feel like my heart might jump out of my chest. “Ladies first”, she announces with a flourish. Her hand scurries around in the Ball, finally taking hold of a single slip of paper. She returns to her microphone, takes a deep breath and…

“PRIMROSE EVERDEEN!” Heads turn in my direction. I hear a wail from the crowd that can only be my mother. Jumping out isn’t a concern for my heart anymore, because it’s stopped completely.

My legs feel like concrete as I take a tentative step towards the stage.

“I volunteer! I volunteer”. Comes a strained cry from somewhere behind me. That voice is too familiar.

Katniss is ahead of me long before I realize what this means. I have to sprint to catch her, grabbing hold of the back of her dress.

“You can’t do this”, I pant. “Mother needs you. And so do I”.

A strong hand is pulling me backwards, away from my sister. I struggle and kick and continue to shout. Katniss looks at me one last time, her face a mixture of determination and sadness.

“You can’t, you can’t”, my voice is weak from struggling, she turns and I watch her retreating back as she hurries towards the stage.

“Excellent, a volunteer always livens things up. A family member of yours was she?” Effie thrusts the microphone into Katniss’ face. I can’t take it in, her words are nothing but an inaudible drone in my ears. My sister puts on a brave face but I am not convinced. I feel like the world has stopped.

Nobody can say what’s in store for her, but I am sure of one thing. She has to win. I won’t let her die for the sake of my existence.

Shigh's updated fan fic - Newborn

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this story, nor do I claim ownership of the characters used. All credit and ownership goes to Stephanie Meyer.


This starts just before where Breaking Dawn Part I the film finished.


"Carlisle, what if it didn't work? How would we know?" a broken voice somewhere close to my head asks. "What if her heart wasn't strong enough to handle it?" I hear a strange sound, like a sob, and feel a wave of sweetly scented air brush over my face. I know that smell. But right now I just can't think how I know it.

 "Son, I know that this is hard for you, but you're just going to have to wait it out. She's strong. She'll make it". I vaguely wonder why this conversation seems to be happening around me. I feel a slight pressure on my hand and what feels like a pair of lips press to my forehead.

"Bella", the first voice breathes into my hair, "Please make it. Please be okay. Please". The voice seems to be pleading, and I hear it break again as that same, tantalizing smell washes over my face.

Someone enters the room quietly, their feet barely brushing the ground. How strange that I should be able to hear that. "Edward" the person says, their voice high, excited, "she's ready!"

"OH!" I exclaim, my eyes bursting open. I hadn't even realized that they've been closed. But this all made sense now. The voice, the pressure on my hand, the lips pressed to my head, the smell. Of course I recognized the smell of him. I had made it my mission to memorize it. I would know it anywhere, even when it was strangely stronger now than I can ever remember it being.

Edward has been sitting beside me this whole time talking to Carlisle, completely unaware that I've been able to hear what was happening.

His face is quickly in front of mine, and I realize that I'm lying down. That's strange, the last thing I remember is sitting on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. I feel my face cloud.

"Why on earth am I lying down? What's going on? What are Carlisle and Alice doing here?" I ask, the questions tumbling out of my mouth.

He smiles at me, but I notice that his eyes - for some reason black instead of the liquid gold I remember seeing before I fell asleep - tighten the smallest amount at my questions.

"Bella honey," he murmurs, "don't you remember what happened at all?"

I hear Carlisle and Alice leave, satisfied that I'm okay. I know they'll hear what happens though, because they can't avoid their strong hearing.

What do I remember? I remember talking to Edward and Jacob, who were past their anger at one another and were allowing me to see them in the same room at the same time. I remember sitting on the couch, laughing at Jacob's horrible attempts to make me smile. I remember -

"OH!" I practically yell, as memories come rushing back to me.

I remember feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen. The baby who had been nestled there for the shortest time but was somehow was much too big had moved quickly, causing the sound of sharp snaps to bounce around the newly silent room. I remember that sound accompanying the pain of my ribs breaking.

I remember my attempts to laugh off both the sound and the pain, claiming weakly that I guess he (because my child with Edward was always a 'he' in my mind) really wanted to be born now.

I remember seeing the looks of panic on both Edward and Jacob's faces, and watching them harden as they realized that in fact, my baby did want to be born right now.

"I remember now," I whisper, looking towards Edward. "How long was I unconscious? Is our baby okay? Is he as beautiful as you? Did Jacob stay? Am... Am I actually a vampire now? Or am I just dreaming this all?" I stammer.

Edward looks as if he doesn't know where to begin answering my questions.

"You were unconscious for four days, a little longer than usual, but I think your body had more fixing to do. I, well, we all, were so very worried about you Bella," he breathes, staring into my eyes and touching my cheek.

"As for our baby, she isn't as beautiful as me. She's as beautiful as her mother. And she's absolutely fine. Turns out you can't see the future, because she's not the boy you thought she'd be" he laughs.

"As for Jacob, he stayed. He's downstairs at the moment, with our daughter" his eyes tighten again at this. I wonder what that's about. Jacob's one of the best people to be around a child.

"And you aren't dreaming. I shudder to think what would cause a dream like that. So yes, you are a vampire," he finishes. I can't tell if he's pleased by this fact or not. I decide to leave it. For now.

"Perfect. Everything's well in the world then. Now," I begin, hopping down from my bed of the past four days, "can you please take me to our daughter? I never really got the chance to introduce myself, did I?"

"Bella..." He stops. "I don't think that's such a good idea yet. You're a newborn, remember? And she's half human. It wouldn't be safe. You need to hunt first."

Now that he's mentioned it, I guess I am pretty thirsty. And now that I'm aware of it, all I seem to be able to smell is the tantalizing scent of human blood coming from downstairs.

"Of course. Hunt first," I agree wholeheartedly.

The sound of someone running up the stairs reaches my ears the same time the smell hits my nose. That tantalizing smell of human from downstairs.

“Bella! I’m so glad you’re oka-“

Before I can stop myself, I crouch and spring at him, knocking him to the floor. My lips are quickly at his neck, venom filling my mouth, ready to bite. Part of me, the rational part, is aware that this is Jacob pinned underneath me. That he is my best friend, my rock.

But that part is outdone by my thirst. And that thirst is going to be the death of him.

Ben's Reviews

Fan-Fiction Reviews:

By Ben Healy

Title: The three Billy Goats Gruff

Author: DesolateBeauty

This is a stoners narrative on the three Billy Goats Gruff. The overall plot consists of the Goats trying to get across the bridge to the more potent marijuana on the other side.
It generally follows the same storyline of the original (apart from the marijuana) but with little description, leaving the reader feeling bored. The language used in this brainless story is crude and illiterate, and doesn't grab the attention of the reader at all. There is no moral to the story so the reader does not feel as though they've gained anything by reading it.
The reviews that exist for the story on fanfic.net praise the author and state the story as being hilarious. I, on the other hand do not.

Title: New evidence found in fourth kidnapping

Author: Priah

A news/journalism POV story on a slightly off-center version of 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'.
Priah flipsides the original tale by reporting that a fourth Ram yearling (instead of a Goat) had been abducted by an anonymous person/animal.
I found this story intriguing because it told the tale from a totally different point of view. Priah used concepts like swapping the Troll for a Toad and naming the Toad 'Troll Patterson'; also naming the mother and father of the abducted 'Ewe' and ''Ram' which I thought was rather clever. Priah leaves the story unfinished which furthers our desire to find out who the abductor was/is, and leaves the reader in a state of suspense.
The use of speech was meshed into the report well and the over-all writing techniques were effectual.

Title: Three little pigs redux

Author: DreadNot
A dark yet silly version of the three little pigs told in a narrative POV; in this case the pigs are exchanged for Nazi's. DreadNot stays true to the 'huff and puff' concept but instead substitutes the Wolf for a Vampire. The big bad Vampire is out to kill the three little Nazi's, to no avail does he manage to catch/kill the three pigs so instead sends a package of strudel to the third little Nazi's house and the strudel ends up eating the pigs.
What an obscure and warped story this was. At no point whilst reading the story did I think the three little Nazi's were going to get eaten by a big bad strudel. However, the author uses effective describing techniques and paints a picture in the readers mind.
Brownie points for originality and creative/twisted thinking.

Title: Uprising

Author: drjohnwatson

A short but striking piece of narrative on the importance of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson's assembly. It was “always meant to happen , and was always going to happen”. The writer refers to reality being something that holds substance and tangibility; reality was “holding it's breath” until the day that Holmes and Watson met.
The story is a simple and altered version of how the two met, the writer threads his prose together with short, sharp bursts of text and possesses a unique style of his own.
The writer ends the story with “Reality looked upon the uprising and smiled”. This (I think) means that reality (being of substance) rejoiced and let out a sigh of relief when Holmes and Watson had finally met.
I admire the creativity throughout the story. It intelligently strings together two people that need coalescence to fully function as a powerful force in crime-fighting.

Title: The snail and the gingerbread man
Author:anime.amie13

A spoof of the tale 'the tortoise and the hare' told in a narrative perspective. The story stays true to the original tale with a few minor tweaks here and there. This particular writer is somewhat of a simple writer – yeah.... probably the best way to put it and this might have something to do with the authors nationality..... who knows. 
But throughout the story theres nothing to grasp our attention, nothing that stands out and makes us appreciate what we're reading. We all know how the story goes, so why not change it up a little? Although there was the slight adjustment of the gingerbread man falling off the cliff during the race due to the snails slime, it still lacks depth and excitement, two key elements when writing fiction.
This story might be great....... for a seven year old.

The Unintimidating Trolls

Deep down in a murky valley, settled a dreary village in which three unintimidating Trolls lived. They went by the names of Billy, Pigeon and Kid.

The three brothers were the laughingstock of the valley. The other Trolls heckled the three brothers with relentless belligerence.

Why?..... You may ask.

The brothers were not your typical run-of-the-mill trolls. No, these were the most unintimidating trolls that anyone would have laid eyes on. So unintimidating in fact, birds felt obliged to lay nests in their rotten straw-like hair.

The trolls would have scared the birds off, but lacked the courage to do so, and Billy had this ever-escalating feeling that the mother would drill his eyes out if he even so much as moved his lips.
Billy was delusional. Billy was dropped on his baby as a head.

Pigeon was an alcoholic and had a tendency of always looking down, which caused problems when navigating as he was always walking into poles and the like.

Kid was an excellent negotiator but usually lacked the courage to indulge in any sort of conversation, which rendered his skill mostly obsolete.

All three brothers were so intimidated by everything and everyone that they found themselves in a constant state of jitteriness.

They turned to their Grandfather for help.

Grandfather Bovidae told the brothers of a mountain, deep inside the forest of life named 'Anima', in the heart of which lay 'the shrine of intimidation'. He chuckled to himself, then snarled abruptly at the three brothers after he told them,“But beware you frightful fools, of the 'Arcane Goat' who lurks near the entrance to the shrine”.

Pigeon and Kid laughed at his last remark, “As if a Goat would guard a bridge”, they said to one another.
Billy wore a face of confusion.

The Trolls were ecstatic and filled with joy, for It was the shrine, they thought, which would grant them confidence, courage and the power of intimidation. The next day they set off on their quest with high hopes and imperishable enthusiasm.

The three brothers were in motion, with a jaunt in their step and a grin on their face they sensed the sands were shifting. They hastily ventured through the jutting hillsides and laboured onwards to their destination.

After a long haul they reached the peak of a hill. They scaled their eyes across the valley and noticed a bridge in the distance. The trolls decided to race each-other down the slope to the crossing of the bridge.

Kid went storming in front of the other two and soon reached the bridge and came to a screeching halt. He took merely two steps onto the dilapidated wooden bridge til a Goat appeared out of nowhere right in his face.

“AHHH!”, shouted Kid in a bellowing unintimidated cry as he jumped back.

Kid was extremely intimidated by the Goat and the Goat was severely unintimidated by the Troll. “Who do you think you are!!”, squelched the Goat “Trying to cross my bridge without paying? This is a Toll bridge!!”.

“Well if it's a Troll bridge then why can't I pass?”, he said meekly. “No! Not a Troll bridge... a TOLL bridge” shouted the Goat. “Oh... I see. Well unfortunately I have no money, but my brother is not far behind and he has plenty. If you let me pass then you shall get your toll plus twenty percent”. The Goat liked the offer so let the Troll pass.

A few moments later Pigeon eyelessly arrived at the foot of the bridge and walked straight into the Goat. He jumped back and squealed his lungs airless whilst the Goat gave him a look of disdain.

Pigeon was profoundly intimidated by the Goat. His nerves had swiftly emerged; he felt shaken like a magic eight-ball.

“Wheres my money!” , belted the Goat intimidatingly. “Wh..w...what?” said Pigeon nervously. “This is a Toll bridge!". Pigeon answered in a feeble voice, “I...I...well...ahh”,”Your brother said that you could pay, plus twenty percent”.
“Oh no, he must have been talking about my brother Billy, he's the wealthiest of us all. If you let me pass he'll supply you with all the money you need”, said Pigeon reluctantly, knowing full well the shit that he was leaving his brother in.

The Goat let Pigeon pass and the Troll scampered across the bridge to join Kid.

Meanwhile back at the bottom of the hill Billy had suffered a concussion. 

He awoke to find his eyes were deceiving him. Visions and hallucinations of his Grandfather encircled him.

He suddenly remembered his Grandfathers wise words. He had been struck by a lightning bolt of thought and had deciphered the meaning his Grandfather withheld.
He came to his senses – Mostly – and realised the concussion had awakened the true Troll in him.

“What was thought to have never been there had been there all along”, he repeated to himself like a madman who had just woken up from a concussion.

He rushed towards the bridge and sighted the Goat. He remembered Grandfather Bovidae's words “Beware the Arcane Goat”. Billy quickened his pace and went stampeding towards the Goat in true-form-Troll-like anger and barged him clear off the bridge into the jagged rocks below with confidence and his new found power of intimidation.

He had found his 'Anima' (Inner psyche/soul) and discovered his 'shrine of intimidation'.

Billy was finally intimidating.

Pigeon and Kid had decided to leave their brother in shame of having thought they'd left him out to dry. Little did they know that he had found what they were looking for. Pigeon and Kid searched endlessly for the 'shrine of intimidation', but never found it.

Billy became the most feared Troll to have ever lived and eventually inhabited a bridge of his own. Until one day three Goats decided to come and ruin it all like they thought they were part of some fairytale.

The Sixth Hokage Uzumaki Naruto (draft)

The Sixth Hokage Uzumaki Naruto by Tamiana Konrote

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto; this is just my filler and spin off the actual story. I dont own any of the characters.

The orphaned boy, whom everyone feared from the day he was born; ostracized by society, with no one to turn to. This boy with the Faith that could move mountains became the Ultimate Shinobi. “BELIEVE IT”

   The Great Shinobi War ended 1 month ago, after countless battles fought over the Five Great Shinobi Nations, Land of Fire(Konoha), Land of Earth(Iwaga), Land of Lighting(Kumoga), Land of Wind(Sunaga) and Land of Water(Kiriga). Thousands of lives lost, from family members to friends, young and old, no life was considered precious in the war.

   Naruto stands on top the Great Hokage wall with his blond hair blowing in the morning breeze, his sage coat sways and his hands in his pocket. He looks out over the Village which he loves so much, and fought with his Life and Soul on the line to protect and smiles. The Great Leaf Village has finally started to return to equilibrium.

  While looking out across his Beautiful Village he starts to reminisce about the times when he was a small cheeky boy running around in the streets vandalising the fences, walls and houses, causing havoc within the village. 

    Always been chased after to be scolded for something he had done. He laughs and puts he hand on his head, to think about how far he has come from that time. Even when no one acknowledged him since the day he was born, always feared by adults, always teased by other kids, from the constant name calling and being the centre of their jokes and not knowing what for. Growing up without any parents/guardians to teach him right from wrong, no one to hold him and show him what unconditional love is about, and no one to protect him. 

   He had a rough time growing up and he was always the optimist, never letting what people say drag him down, because Naruto always felt like he had something to prove to everyone, to defy what they thought about him, to push over the stereotype way of thinking they had of him, whatever they called him or did to him, he would always pick himself up and walk forward, look ahead. 

  He knew one day it would all change, it would all be different, when everyone would stop calling him names, stop belittling him and instead praise him and thank him. He looked forward to when that day would come and he knew that day would be when he becomes Hokage.

  So that was his one and only goal, since the day he could walk and that was his motivation, he drive, his determination, the only thing that he had dreamed of every day since he could remember. He was going to become the Hokage of Konoha, and that way people would respect him for the person his was and not pre-judge him. He just wanted to be accepted and loved.

  It’s not like he had a choice in the matter of storing the Biju(Kurama) in his body, he was only a baby at that time, no one took that into consideration. But he was pleased that things have turned out the way they did.

   Kakashi-senpai turns up and sees Naruto looking out over the village and walks towards Naruto with his Pervy Sage handbook in his hand. He puts his hand on Naruto’s shoulder and without saying a word he knows how Naruto feels. He too thinks back to the very first day he meet Naruto in class.

   He was the cheeky loud mouth little boy, who always wanted to prove something to everyone, no matter the situation he was in, he always wanted to be acknowledged. 

Kakashi knew that Naruto always had the passion but lacked the talent. 

   Kakashi always had a soft spot in his heart for Naruto since the day he meet Naruto he knew Naruto’s Dream, his Goal, which was to become Hokage of Konoha, and protect everyone in the village which he loves so much. 

   With Naruto’s never give up attitude, he knew that Naruto would go far in this Shinobi World and one day achieve his Dream.

    Now that day has come, the years of hard training that Naruto had gone through, being trained by Kakashi and Jiraiya, the many battles he has fought along the way, the friends he has made, the people he has helped, all the trials and tribulations Naruto has gone through it was all worth it, and Kakashi has been there the whole time supporting him along the way.

  While Naruto and Kakashi stand on the Great Hokage Wall, The sun rises in the horizon on this momentous day for Naruto, as Naruto knows this is the day he has been waiting for his whole life, the inauguration for him to become the Sixth Hokage has finally come.

   Tears of Joy start to roll down Naruto’s cheeks and Kakashi smiles at him with a reassuring smile letting him know that things are going to be alright. Kakashi knows that Naruto will make a Great Hokage which this Shinobi World has never seen.

   Naruto and Kakashi both look at each other and without saying anything they laugh, they both knew it was time to get moving, they jump of the Great Hokage Wall and head towards the ceremony where Naruto will be inaugurated as the Sixth Hokage.

Tamiana's Review's

My review's are all based on the Anime Naruto

 

You belong with Me Naruto

  I choose to read your fanfic because of the title, and the amount of words. I immediately thought of Hinata when I read the title, I wasn’t surprised that this story involved her because I too have always wanted Hinata and Naruto to fall in love, it seems like the writer toys with us in keeping them apart but I do hope that they can be together, reading your fanfic was interesting.I also did visualise the video clip.

 The only constructive criticism I have for you is that I wish that you blended in the song by Taylor Swift “You belong with me” better into the story,  “BELIEVE IT” 

Akasuki’s problems

This was such an interesting story, from the description which was put up to reading the story was so different and funny, I haven’t read many fanfic's which talk about going to the toilet, it was interesting.

Constructive criticism would have to be that I wish your story was a bit longer with a cleaner ending pardon the pun, it just ended abruptly I felt like there should have been more. “BELIEVE IT”

One last chance obsession

I really did enjoy your story and how all the main guys of the story talked about how they missed and loved Sakura and if only they had one more chance to tell her how they feel. I do like the ending how to talk about a girl who has the same features as Sakura but didn’t state if it was her, the cliff hanging ending is great.

The only constructive criticism I have is that, since this was talking about all the boys who love Sakura, you didn’t mention Rock Lee at all. I’m not sure if you know that out of all the boys he was the only one who showed signs of affection towards Sakura, and said that he loves Sakura. If only you added Rock Lee that would have made the story perfect. Keep up the writing. “BELIEVE IT”

A dream or not

I did like the story, the first paragraph was great that got me hooked on the story to read on, I can see the general idea of where you were going with it, I think if you keep writing you will get better.

I have some constructive critics for you; it would be good for you before you post your fanfic to check your grammar, and spelling of your words too. I almost stopped reading your fanfic because there were so many mistakes with your writing, like I said if you keep writing it will get better. “BELIEVE IT”

To become a Bijuu

 Your fanfic was an interesting story, far from the actual story line of Naruto, like opposite on some occasions; I guess it was a different point of view.

A constructive critic would be, I wish you would have stuck to the story line and used Kurama as the Bijuu instead of saying that the Bijuu was a female named Naomi. Because it didn’t make sense that the people were beating him up because Naomi was nice, Naruto’s Bijuu is known for being the most cynical out of the entire tailed beats hence why the people were chasing him. You also need to check on your grammar it put me off while reading. Keep writing because you will only get better. “BELIEVE IT"