In the horizon, the sun had risen; the sign for him to move from his spot.

Shisui was just ready to face the upcoming probable obstacles of having a date with the girl named Uzumaki Naruto ― the girl he didn't plan to ask for a date.

It was on a whim that he offered to take her on a date. No one can't exactly blame him, as he was extremely bored and the redhead just appeared and... well, he got the feeling he wouldn't interact much with the girl if he didn't ask her on a date. That girl being his current mission or not, she was interesting to his eyes, at least.

Chuckling, he remembered her face when he asked her for a date. For a ninja-in-training, she had too many weaknesses. Her acting skills, for one.

Yesterday, he didn't get the opportunity to ask Izumi-san about the Uzumaki Naruto's 'confession', as the half Uchiha girl had cowardly hid in Uzumaki Naruto's apartment. It didn't really bother him much, but it left him bristling for awhile.

After being perched in the tree closest to Uzumaki Naruto's apartment all night, he left a shadow clone there to replace him while he was gone, and then he was off to his usual destination.

Without thinking much of it, his feet automatically carried him to his house. It was a daily routine for him now, like; washing his face, changing his clothes, checking his supplies, re-reading the mission scroll and the likes. Last night, he had bathed at the nearest hot springs and ate a store-bought dinner at the tree while doing his mission.

With one Shunshin and a light running, he arrived at his house. Forgoing the entrance, he went to the side of the house. Once he was outside of his bedroom, he entered via the unlocked window. As usual, he did that without making a single sound.

After Shisui was done, he exited his room normally, by using the door. Taking in a deep breath, he went to his father's room, intentionally passed his mother's room because he knew she would be at the kitchen at this hour.

With his grip on the sliding door's handle, he paused. He knew what he was about to see if he opened the door. He was always hesitating of seeing his father, and that frankly, made him resent himself. But he knew he was going to ruin his day by doing this, so he retreated, and instead, went to the front door to leave ― all the while hoping for his mother to be there.

"Shisui, dear. Can you take your own bento for once?"

His mother spotted him about to leave without having breakfast ― as usual. He knew his mother knew he usually didn't have the time to remain here longer than fifteen minutes since he had taken the mission.

"Sorry," he offered a sheepish grin at her, his hand taking the bento box from her grasp, their hands lightly brushing each other. Shisui felt a pang of emptiness when his mother was just staring at him with unreadable, dark eyes. Quickly, he chased away the unnecessary negative thoughts and turning his back and opened the front door, "Okaa-san, I'm off!"

His mother response was always, "Please be careful, Shisui."

After hearing his mother, Shisui closed the front door, his hand lingered on the handle than necessary. It was always hard for him to leave his lonely mother alone to take care of his father, but if he didn't, his family wouldn't survive.

Money was extremely needed for his father's medical needs and, he couldn't exactly leave the shinobi force. He knew he liked being a shinobi too much to even entertain the thought of leaving it.

Once outside, he sealed the bento box into the storage scroll inside his pocket. After he was done, he ran with his full speed ― forgoing the use of his favorite technique, Shunshin ― to the Hokage Tower to report.

"Shisui-san, good morning!"

"Good morning, Raidō-san," he returned the greeting given by the Hokage Tower's guard ― this morning, it was Namiashi Raidō. Although, he didn't really give a damn ― he was always honest, at least to himself ― about learning the guard's name, it somehow stayed in the back of his head.

Everyone always did that to him. Namiashi Raidō was one of them. Raidō-san was older than him, and the man used the -san honorific to call him. Ludicrous, he had to comment on it, but he was tired of correcting everyone so he, as usual, ignored it.

Everyone, ― the whole Konoha, his clan, his enemies ― always treated him with respect, even them who were older than him. Like Itachi, who had received similar treatment, he always hated it. Yet, he didn't protest.

Grimacing at his own thoughts, he definitely knew that by being silent about his dislike said something about himself. Once, he had considered himself as a shallow self-absorbed fool.

Wait a sec, why were his thoughts... right, he didn't sleep at all for one week, now. No wonder he was this negative in his head.

With a sigh, Shisui stopped in front of the Hokage Office's door.

He knocked.

"Please enter."

Opening the door gingerly, Shisui quickly sidestepped as a silver haired man, who was about to exit the office, had almost crashed into him if he hadn't.

"Oh, it's you, Shisui."

Walking into the office, he stopped in front of the Hokage's desk. After staring at the person behind the desk, Shisui bent down, and knelt.

"Hokage-sama, I have a request."

The blond man behind the desk hummed and then gestured for Shisui to continue.

"May I have the permission to take your daughter on a date today?"

The man's form became rigid after Shisui had stated his request.

Naruto tapped her left foot impatiently, her nose twitched as her eyes glared at the two brats that had appeared together in her apartment.

"... hey, entering without permission now?"

"We're here to deliver your lunch," they said together.

"Tch, I told you, I don't need your mother to make lunch boxes for me! I've been just fine on my own," she snapped, but she couldn't help but sniffing the aroma of the bento box. It smelled divine. Like, the other bentos they had brought with them every day. So far, she had been able to refuse them. But she could feel her resolve beginning to crack.

"Kaa-chan said she can't abandon you, Onee-chan," one of the twins, the blonde girl with dark blue eyes ― the eyes that Naruto used to associate with her mother's ― stated calmly.

"Like hell if we are either," the blond boy that resembled the Yondaime too much beside the blonde girl followed shortly, "Nee-chan, no matter what, you're her daughter and... well, our elder sister."

"We'll tell you this until you understand, Onee-chan."

Naruto let out a huff, her eyes to her right. She came to dislike the fact that every morning since she arrived, they bothered her every morning for her to accept the bento box their mother had made for her.

Like the day before, she gritted out, "Get out, you two. Now."

"Onee-chan, we're not leaving," the girl said with a firm tone.

"At least, not until you call us by our names," the boy grinned, "You don't wanna accept the bento? Haha, I've been eating your bentos, you know, my stomach can handle ―" he was cut off by the shove to the side that came from the girl beside him, "Hey!"

The girl sent a glare to the boy, "Shut up, Onii-san."

Looking at them definitely made her feel something, alright. Enough for her to do the boy's request.

"Alright, fine. Menma, Shinachi," closing her eyes, Naruto paused for a moment before yelling, "get out! Out, out!" she ushered them outside thereafter.

"Yes, she said our names!"

"Wait, this wasn't our plan ―"

With a bam, the door of her apartment was abruptly closed.

"They're gone, Naruto-san?" Izumi asked, poking her head out from the bathroom.

"Yeah," Naruto nonchalantly responded as she sat down on the dining seat. Her hand moved to take the cooked ramen cup on the table, "Itadakimasu," and then she slurped the noodles greedily.

"Cup Ramen for breakfast? Naruto-san, this is unhealthy," Izumi commented, but she took the Cup Ramen Naruto-san had prepared for her. After saying 'itadakimasu', she ate it with a much slower pace than Naruto-san's.

Pausing from eating, Naruto snorted, "Hmph, like I care."

"So, Naruto-san, about the date with you and Shisui-san," Izumi placed her cup on the table, "Where are you going to meet him?"

"He... er, he's going to be here at ten..." Naruto hesitantly told. Her face a picture of 'resignation'.

Izumi's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Wow! Shisui-san's going to pick you up? That's... like a real, romantic date!"

Ducking her head low, Naruto whispered lowly, "At this rate, I don't know what's real or fake anymore."

Izumi giggled but kept her thoughts to herself.

Ahh I think I can't write lol. But I've tried my best! ... I think.

Thank you for the reviews! They keep me motivated to write this fic.