Random sentence generators are always NEVER your friends. I get one stupid question out of it and here comes a whole multi-chapter fanfiction. No! It can't be a one shot, that defeats the purpose of cliffhangers and surprises as my brain runs crazy with this bunny.

If I owned Naruto… there would be fewer pictures and more words. That would be no fun.

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Chapter 1: The Cliff

The wind… It moves things. It brings change. I have stood atop this windy hill before today. Both then and now: we fight; he falls; I win. My blade has tasted his blood. My flesh had felt his wrath.

Wrath? Really? Maybe. He hated, therefore he had wrath. He hated our situation, hated life, hated death, hated fate. But did he hate me? Both then and now: I question.

But it has to be this way. One of us—not both—can stay. My tasks—his goals. Now I hold both. In these hands. With these hands… !!

Tears? Yeah. Stupid, stupid, stupid, idiot!! Why couldn't you leave it alone?! Leave me alone?! Be alone?! You don't want to be popular. That's just truly alone.

But you can't. Being even a little alone hurts like a sonuvabitch.

Look at you, usuratonkachi. Your face stained with our tears. You're smiling, dobe. You said "I'm sorry, teme." You, the ninja who was loudest. You, who always stood out. You. You do the most stupidest pansy-assed disgustingly un-cool thing ever. Smile. Apologize. Die. How shitty is that? And now I have to become Hokage because you up and die? That's bullshit, Naruto…and you know it.

Why?!

Why the fuck does a smile apologize?!

The wind. Your breath. Naruto. The wind is yours. I tried to take it. I tried to master it. Controlling the wind leaves us no where… The wind…

It moves things.

Moved me.

It changes things.

Changed the village.

Naruto…

"Uchiha-san… Uchiha-san." A black clad ANBU presented himself to Sasuke's waking eyes as he sat up from the sun-warmed bench, the high, clean air breezing across them. It was nothing compared to the crisp, clean scent of wind that had just vanished from him.

"What." No question, just displeasure. From the sleep he'd just been cheated out of? From the weird dream? Or from this particular ninja's presence? He wasn't going to think about it.

"Hokage-sama wishes to speak with you." Again? The third time this week. This time last year, Sasuke had finally been relieved of his obligatory weekly meetings with the Hokage. All of a sudden though, it seemed like he was hot shit again. He didn't see why they couldn't just leave him alone. All of Tsunade's requirements had been met already… Except for the children. Those take time.

"Tell him he can—"

"Sasuke! Don't be rude! He wouldn't call you unless it's important. You know how lazy he is," Sakura had approached from behind. She lightly pushed at his shoulder blades, urging the reluctant man to stand. "C'mon. I have to escort you." His response was a quizzical glance back at her, she shrugged as if to say 'I don't know everything thing that goes on inside of that building, even if I work there.'

"Why?"

"Because everyone and their mom knows that you always run away from Sai the first chance that you get," she smiled at the retreating form of her former teammate, remembering how well off his relationship with Sasuke was. At least they hadn't fought like each of them had with Naruto; it was actually pretty ok, except for Sasuke's occasional random outburst followed by his quick disappearance.

"He's weird," he offered in his defense, along with his hand to help her down the three flights of stairs it took to reach the dreaded office.

"You're weird. Most men marry for love, money, or sex. But you married for babies."

"Nobody said you had to accept," he looked across to her right hand, protectively wrapped around a lump on her stomach. After attacking the village to expose the lies the elders had fed its citizens, one of Tsunade's many requirements to be accepted as a ninja of Konoha once again was to have many children, so that they could lead the lives of those lost from both the Uchiha Massacre and his attack. The first person he had thought to ask was Sakura. She was the only girl who had a chance of understanding everything. It was a marriage of necessity; as things turned out, her parents had been pushing her to find a guy. He didn't dare try asking her to give up her freedom; he even insisted that she do what she wanted—even suggested hiring a fulltime nanny—so long as he made babies. She refused, and failed to mention that multiples ran in her family. Now on her fourth pregnancy, Sakura was sure she was carrying numbers seven and eight.

"Sasuke-kun…" she whispered, "We're here." He heaved a sigh at the door they'd been paused at for the last few moments, praying that the meeting was short, and opened the door for her. "Sorry, I have to wait out here." He frowned. Since when was it not OK for Sakura to see the Hokage?

"Uchiha Sasuke," he announced himself. He stared dully at the languid figure propped up between the desk and the chair. "How may I of be of service today?" The grey mop rose to reveal the equally bored and doubly calculating gaze of his former instructor.

"Sasuke," he started lightly, "I have a favor to ask."

"I'm not running any more errands for you, Kakashi." Way to kill that conversation. Sasuke turned to leave.

"No. Actually, it's not an errand," the older man corrected. Sasuke turned back, but only just to acknowledge another opportunity to say no. "This is something I've been considering for a while, but there is no better time than the present, I suppose. Sasuke, I'd like you to consider succeeding me as Hokage."

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I'm a firm believer that Kakashi will become Hokage. (I plug my ears at you who try to kill my happiness!!!) I want to try to explain to those fans that are not comfortable with the idea that Sasuke-chan and Sakura have made babies. My humor likes unfunny jokes – worst yet is that I can make sense out of them to defend them.

I promise that I will try to answer all questions that don't make sense in later chapters. But please, feel free to review and leave those questions so that I can answer them.

And for the love of all things sacred and holy, if you are going to review and ask questions that contain spoilers, PM me. Don't ruin the fun or others. (I only give spoilers to those who don't read it…then they only know the story I give them.)

And for any readers that are in on my 'colors' joke… K. Masashi has attempted to oust my school colors. (Cry.) For those not, if there's enough interest, I think I hear crack!fic calling...

For future reference, I will only use mixed laguages while in speech, otherwize, forget it. I'm only willing to use it on nicknames and suffixes anyhow. I don't feel like hacking my way through a foreign language unless I've been able to pass an exam on it. (I offer minimal Spanish, but my Japanese just isn't up to par.)