Naruto Characters Birthdays Novels & Stories

Was this even safe? "By the way, when's your birthday?" I looked up at her. "September 14th, 2277..." I felt like hiding. I wasn't much of a talker. Amara was still a stranger to me. She grabbed my hands in a split second, kind of hurting them.

She's tough enough! He then put his hands in his pockets and also walked toward the corridor with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I’m not serving you, young master!’. Nancy had been chatting with Mac, talking about everything under the sun, and even if it was small talk, she wanted to keep the conversation going. When Mac saw her being so lively, he smiled and said, “I remember that your birthday is coming soon, right?” Nancy nodded vigorously, “Yes, that’s right! It's almost here. It’s just a few months away. I'm an Aquarius born in February!”

[In this Chapter, Jiya is 15 years old, Harsh is 20 years old, Shaurya is 22 years old and Ariv is 17] .. .. "Happy Birthday, Cutie pie", Nivaan came closer to Jiya and wished her 15th birthday. Jiya returned him with her dimple-liciously cute smile. "Thank you Papa", Jiya hugged Nivaan tightly. Nivaan knew how emotional a person Jiya was. She didn't have any memories of her biological parents.

The door was closed and I crunched my eyebrow in confusion. I opened the door and screamed in surprise as the light beamed and everyone jumped up. "Surprise!!! Happy birthday!!!" They yelled as my eyes widen. "Birthday?" I asked as Neha came in with a homemade birthday cake. "Today is July 7," she said as my eyes widen. Today is my birthday! "I forgot," I said as Jaylen laughed and bumped his shoulder to me. "You always forget," he said as I blushed. Yea he is not wrong. I always forget my birthday. I get too busy to look at dates.

I sighed, taking Hibiki’s hand ready to begin. Forrest got his phone out and turned on a recording app. “So that we have it to reference when working.” he explained. I nodded. “Well, I shall start at the beginning. I was born on April 2nd, 1948, in Tokyo. My mother was Miku, and my father was Takashi Hatake. They named me Yūri Aiko Hatake. I was their only child, and my mother called me her great gift given it was post world war two, and I was born at the tail end of the American occupation of Japan.” I began taking a sip of my tea.