Chika stood up, watching as the adults all started to show up. The barrier was taken down, and parents began to collect their children. But the Sandaime approached, handling something now... instead of tomorrow. Chika raced forward, and bowed respectfully, to their old hokage. There was a bundle in his arms, and she could hear the faint mewling sound of an infant. Her face lit up as she looked up at Sarutobi-sama. "Sir, I would like to inquire what will be done about Namikaze Naruto? I would wish to know who will be caring for him? If you have not chosen someone, I wish to put myself forward." She said as she stepped up, her hand pressed over her heart.<br/><br/>"Uzumaki Naruto. We have made a decision. All of you are bound by this decision. Naruto will not be informed of his parentage. He will not be spoken to of it, under threat of seriously punishment. We will also not tell him about what is inside of him. You are not to interact with him, unless told otherwise." He said, almost as if he was ignoring the child. But he was speaking to everyone there. That was the answer, and he had to stick with that answer. It was the decision of those that watched over the village.<br/><br/>"But Kushina-sama wouldn't want that! She said that the Kyuubi needs love and compassion, to be kept in control. If we can't interact with him, how can we show him love? Minata-sama and Kushina-sama didn't sacrifice themselves... so their child could be treated with unkindness by the village!" The child said as she stepped forward, her eyes flaming with anger and pain. Her father stepped up, a tall man with a braid of red hair that fell down to his knees. She yanked away from her father.<br/><br/>"That is the decision, Kururugi Chika, if you continue to go against it... your mission pay will be cut in half. Do you understand me? Not a single shinobi in this village can<em>directly</em>interact with this child." The old man said before he turned around, and started to walk away.<br/><br/><br/>The young girl stood there, her mind almost shattering inside her little head. The tears pouring down her cheeks, as the anger built inside of her. The smile usually on her face, was gone. There was a chilly air around her, as if she was wrapping herself in ice.