Chapter 2

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"Dad?" Minato asked, he wished he could believe it, since the kid looked so much like him and Kushina, but he had never done... that before.

"Sensei?" Kakashi questioned. No way. NO WAY! He was not a sensei, he was only thirteen, and this girl was the same age! He could never have been her sensei.

"Jeez Naruko, did you have to be so blunt? Besides, we should discuss this somewhere private where we can put up sound seals so no one will overhear." Christina said.

"Hehe, I guess that's true. Hey! Let's go visit Ji-ji!" Naruko suddenly yelled. She couldn't wait to see her Ji-ji again! It had been 7 years, oh how she missed him. And soon she would see Ero-sennin too! And she would get to meet her mom as well! This wasn't how she had thought it would be when she encountered her loved ones again, but this was even better!

"Okay Naruko, it's probably better that we tell him this too. But Naruko, Christina, don't just burst into his office, yell 'Ji-ji!' and then tackle him. He might have been used to that in the future, but here, it would probably just freak him out." Neji said.

The two girls frowned, since that was what they wanted to do, but decided Neji was right. After all, it would be pretty weird if two random kids jumped in them calling them their grandpa- in their case grandma- too.

They walked off, and curious, Minato's team followed as well. Obito insisted on it because he was promised their story when they told it. They were all wondering who these girls' grandpa was. After all, they had thought that they wouldn't be sisters, since they looked nothing alike.

Walking behind them, Minato noticed the stuff their appearances. Neji, was wearing standard Hyuga clothing, a loose white shirt with white pants and a brown wraparound. He had the classic long Hyuga hair and Hyuga eyes. He looked at Christina. Surely she must have come from a clan, no one had weird-looking eyes like hers, so they must have some sort of doujutsu. She had her brown hair up in a bun that rested on top of her head. She wore a gray camisole and gray, jean short shorts with a floral pattern in them. She had on unusual black sandals that he'd never seen before, maybe she made her own? It was done sometimes inside of clans if they wanted a particular design. Then he looked over at Naruko, his self-proclaimed daughter. She wore an olive green camisole with blue jean short shorts. She had her hair up in twin blonde pigtail. She wore standard blue shinobi sandals. The two girls wore their hitaites around their necks while the boy had his tied at his forehead.

He found their appearances strange. No one wore stuff like that here. Maybe in the other villages? After all, he had never heard of anyone wearing short shorts and a camisole into battle, it just didn't protect your skin enough. He shrugged and then noticed the trio had turned to walk into the Hokage Building. What,? He thought they were heading to visit her grandfather. He continued on, thinking that maybe he worked there as a ninja or a secretary.

The three walked up to the secretary. She looked up and was surprised to see people she had never seen before. They were even ninjas! From her own village! How had she never seen them before.

"We need admittance to see Hokage-sama immediately." Neji stated.

"Oh? And why should I grant it? He has plenty of other important people waiting to see him." She said.

Naruko growled at the woman. She had always hated her! She never let her see Ji-ji as much as she wanted to when she was little. When she had needed him most! She snapped and exclaimed, "I've had enough of being kept from him! Just let me through or else I will force myself through!"

"Naruko-chan, calm down. She just asked why she should let us through." Christina said. "Here's why you should let us through," She continued as she took something she always kept with her, just in case, "I'm a clan head. I have the power to demand the presence of the Hokage when I wish to do so if an extreme case should appear."

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