Chapter 1: Welcome The Black Sand Nomads.

The Kazekage of the Hidden Sand Village watched his pupil train hard in the desert waist land on the out skirts of his village. The young boy was only 7 years old and was already on his way to becoming a great Hidden Sand Shinobi. He had dark red hair very similar to the way that the Lord Kakage wore his. He as tall as your regular 7 year old, yet he held in a way that he made himself seem taller.

"Shinjin." Gaara said breaking the young man from his training. "I think that is enough for the day."

"But Lord Kazekage," Shinjin pouted as he began to walk towards Gaara, "I almost have the "Black Sand Dragon Jutsu" down!"

Gaara laughed silently as the young boy began to make the hand signs for his clan's signature Jutsu. "Your father would have my head if you were late for dinner Shinjin. Now, go clean up and I'll walk you home."

"Yes Lord Kazekage." Shinjin said as he bowed his head and rushed into the Kakage's home to clean up.

Gaara smiled as the little boy ran and jumped into the large home. He turned and looked out to the smoke that was coming from the out skirts of the village. The Yamamoto clan was the fiercest clans of assassins in the entire Hidden Sand Village; the entire Clan was famous around the wind kingdom for their famous "Black Sand Jutsus". Not even Gaara himself could use the dangerous Black Sand that the Yamamoto Clan has mastered.

"I'm ready Lord Kazekage!" Shinjin yelled as he ran from the Kazekage Mansion. "Same time tomorrow Lord Gaara?"

"Why not spend tomorrow with your father." Gaara said as he and Shinjin began to walk towards the outskirts of the village. "I'm sure he would enjoy the heir of his clan, and his only son, to spend some quality time with him."

Shinjin smiled as he and Gaara approached his Clan's camp ground. His father, Inchin Yamamoto, was standing by the largest tent and talking with other members of the clan. Inchin wore the clan's symbol, two triangles placed in a diagonal angle over a crescent moon, embedded on his dark jacket. He had dark black hair, typical of the main blood line of the Yamamoto to heirs. He held a large gourd at his side along with many small kunai knives, across his back was a slender black katana that was passed down from the head of clan to their heir. Inchin was a tall slender man, like most shinobis of the Hidden Sand Village, and was built up strong, his muscles seemed to strain under his slick black outfit, and like all members of the Yamamoto Clan he wore a heavily bandaged right arm. Inchin was not technically a shinobi of the Hidden Sand Village, in fact none of the Yamamoto clan was, and they were allowed to wear the head band of the village but were not in fact shinobis. Inchin, if his skills were ranked, would be that of an ANBU Black Ops shinobi.

"Father!" Shinjin yelled as he ran towards Inchin. "Training went well today father."

Inchin smiled as he picked up and spun his son. "That's great Shinjin!" He placed Shinjin on the ground and looked toward Gaara and held out his heavily bandaged hand. "Lord Kazekage, hopefully my son wasn't that much of a pain today for you." Inchin teased as he tasseled his son's red hair.

"Your son will be quit the great shinobi one day." Gaara said as he watched the father and son. "May I have a word Inchin? In private Shinjin."

Inchin's smile disappeared and a look set across his face of pure content of the Kakage. "Go inside Shinjin."

"Yes father." Shinjin said quietly. "Thank you Lord Kazekage. I'll see you tomorrow morning." Shinjin bowed and rushed inside.

Gaara waited until he was sure Shinjin was inside the tent. "Inchin I've come to accept that the Black Sand Nomads are only here to continue on the blood line."

"Do you want a medal for that Gaara?" Inchin said sternly as he flexed his right hand's fingers.

"No," Gaara said just as sternly, "The Black Sand Nomads are very important to the Hidden Sand Village. If there were to ever be another Great Shinobi War between the villages then you're Clan would be our secret weapon. I agreed to let your Clan stay here for the year so you can connect with your wives and daughters that you left here 3 years ago during you're last visit, and you took me by surprise by your one request."

"You still going on about our last visit Gaara?" Inchin asked mockingly. "Didn't we explain that we were consenting adults?"

"The fact that you and my sister conceived Shinjin is not what I'm referring to." Gaara said coldly. "I've grown to accept you as my brother in law."

"Good." Inchin laughed resting his left arm behind his head as his right arm hung by his side. "How is my dear wife?"

The Yamamoto Clan was strict when it came to marriages. The men were only aloud one year at the village to either, merry, or conceive heirs. The women stayed behind in the village and handled the Clan's personal matters there. The men only visited the village every three years and spent one year with their families, before going out again for their training/missions.

"Temari is just fine." Gaara said sitting on the small bench by the front of the tent's opening. "You should see her. But besides that, reason I've escorted Shinjin home is this," Gaara continued as Inchin sat across from him. "Why did you ask me to train Shinjin during you're one year visit?"

"Shinjin is one of the most talented members of our clan." Inchin answered. "Having blood of the famous Kazekage Gaara in him makes him even more special."

"Is that why you picked my sister to court?" Gaara asked looking Inchin in his eyes.

"You're sister picked me." Inchin answered coldly. "And before you go accusing me of not caring for my wife, know that I have indeed already seen her."

"I would never accuse you of that Inchin." Gaara said. "I know you love my sister, and that you did not marry her just to have an heir. I'm not a simpleton."

"No you're just allies with them." Spat Inchin. "The Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, that blonde haired punk."

"You're mission was a success then?" Gaara asked he was smiling thinking of his longtime friend.

Inchin pulled out a small scroll and tossed it Gaara. "Yeah we got it." Inchin said as he peered inside the tent to see Shinjin was resting on his small bed. "Lord Hokage Naruto Uzumaki. I remember Temari told me about how you two battled once upon a time."

"Naruto is an incredible fighter." Gaara said as he opened the scroll and smiled at his friend's handwriting. "And apparently still bad at spelling."

"Yeah, yeah." Inchin said waving off Gaara. "Is there anything else Lord Kazekage? I have a date with my wife."

"No." Gaara said as he stood up. "Take care Inchin. And give Temari my best."

Inchin rolled over the bed breathing heavy but smiling. Temari rested her head against Inchin's shoulder, her blonde hair sprawled out across the pillow and her husband's chest, also breathing heavy.

"You really should change that stupid tradition of only visiting every three years Inchin." Temari teased her husband.

"It's been done that way for years Temari." Inchin laughed as he let out a loud sigh. "But I may consider it! Three years is a long time to wait for one's amazing wife."

Temari smiled at her husband and pulled the blanket over them both. "Shinjin has gotten so big over the past three years. He's almost not my little boy anymore."

"He'll always be you're little boy dear." Inchin assured her. "He'll always need his mother."

"I'm hardly his mother." Temari said getting up and grabbing her discarded top. "I see him every three years, and he's already six Inchin." She pulled her large shirt over her head and stepped away from the bed to the window. "A boy needs his mother! And a wife needs her husband! I've seen the other wives of the clan go through this as well, they accept it but not me."

"What do you want me to do?" Inchin asked as he stood and pulled his black pants up. "I'm not going to break my Clan's tradition."

Temari turned towards her husband. "I'm not asking you to! I'm asking you to let me come with you!"

Inchin stood in shock. "Temari, that's..."

"What? Is it because I'm a woman?" Temari asked as she pulled her giant fan out from by the window. "I'm the Kakage's older sister! I can handle anything you and your brother and cousins can!"

Inchin smiled as he stepped forward and grasped his wife's shoulders. "People wonder why I love." He kissed Temari, who dropped her fan and returned his kiss.

"People ask me why I married you," Temari teased as she felt her husband's hands pull her top off over her head. "I tell them it's because of your nice ass." She winked at her husband as he picked her up and took her to bed for the third time.

Shinjin woke up to the sound of rustling noise from the outside of the tent. When he dressed in his normal black pants, mesh shirt, the signature Yamamoto black jacket, and small lion skin pouch full of his black sand at his hip, he walked out the tent to see his parents embraced in a loving kiss while his father was preparing breakfast.

"Good morning sweetheart." Temari said breathlessly as she slapped Inchin's hands away from her. "We have good news."

Shinjin ran to his mother and hugged her before she continued. He held onto his mother for a long time. Temari returning the hug smiling and tearing up from the affection of her son. Inchin watched and smiled as he saw his family together in this way.

"What's your news mother?" Shinjin asked as he sat down at the small table his father had set up.

"Well," Inchin replied to his son as Temari composed herself, "How would you like to see your mother on a daily basis?"

Shinjin's face lit up and rushed forward hugging his mother and father at same time. "Are you coming with us when we leave mother?"

"Yes Shinjin-dear." Temari replied looking up to her husband who smiled down at her and their son.

"Great! Are uncles Gaara and Kankuro coming also?" Shinjin asked back flipping back his seat at the table.

"No son." Inchin answered placing the breakfast in front of his son. "Just you're mother." He then leaned down and whispered. "Which is plenty of that family trust me."

Shinjin laughed with his father as Temari slapped Inchin's arm before laughing as well. Their laughter was broken up as a large muscular man, wearing the Yamamoto clothing approached.

"Dear brother!" The man yelled grasping Inchin's arm. "It's been to long!"

"Huro!" Inchin yelled embracing his younger, yet larger, brother. "When did your party get in? Not last night?"

"Actually yes!" Huro replied. "You were out," The muscular man looked over Temari and smiled, "I can only guess where."

"Good to see you too Huro." Temari said coldly as she placed her hand in Inchin's hand.

"Uncle Huro!" Shinjin yelled running from the table and jumping into his uncle's open arms.

"I don't believe it!" Huro laughed as he spun Shinjin around. "Is this the same little Shinjin that gave my boy a black eye last year? My lord you have grown!"

"Almost a whole inch!" Shinjin said proudly. "Where is Kuroko?"

"In the village visiting his sister." Huro said as he placed Shinjin on the ground. "I've come to speak to your father. Why not go play?"

"I think whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of him." Inchin said pulling his son behind Temari's back. "Everything ok Huro?"

"I and my men saw a small scouting party a few miles over that ledge." Huro admitted. "We couldn't get a good look at them, but they seemed to be ANBU Black Ops of some nation. From our position we couldn't tell."

"Have you sent word to the Lord Kazekage?" Inchin asked walking towards his tent and grabbing his black katana placing it across his back.

"No." Huro said confused. "We can more than handle a few ANBUs ourselves. Why alert the village?"

"It's protocol Huro!" Temari yelled getting in Huro's face. "You're supposed to alert the Kazekage of any force near the village!"

"Who asked the woman?" Huro said coldly as he watched his brother walk away towards the village. "Inchin where are you going?"

"I'm going to do your job!" Inchin yell loudly, getting the attention of others around them. "Temari is right! Its protocol to report these incidents to the Lord Kazekage before rushing in and half knowingly attacking! They could be friendlies for all we know."

"Brother," Huro laughed holding out his arms walking behind Inchin, "You can't be serious? That ginger freak wouldn't know a good plan of action if it reached up and bit him on the ass!"

Inchin uncorked the small gourd at his side and black sand shot out of it and began to circle around him. He did a quick combination of hand signs, so quick that it looked as though he only did three in total. He held out both of his hands, his left hand with his index and middle finger extended and his thumb hooked, his right hand was placed over his left hand, its middle and ring finger extended. As he did this the black sand around him formed into the palm of his hand. "Yamamoto Hidden Technique One: Black Sand Dragon Jutsu." As he released his chakra into the sand, it took the shape of a large black dragon that circled around Huro.

Huro watched in horror as the dragon circled around him over and over again. When he opened his eyes, the dragon was gone and his brother stood there corking his gourd once more.

"Don't you speak of my wife's family in such a way again brother." Inchin said coldly. "That is my family as well. And as you're Clan leader, you will show them the same respect you show me. Understood?"

"Y..y..yes brother." Huro said shackingly as his brother turned and walked off again.

Inchin walked away from the village as Temari and Shinjin went into the tent to prepare for whatever the Kazekage decided. Huro stood out in the middle of the tents looking embarrassed and down trotted.

Inchin returned with Gaara a few hours later to see that the entire clan had dressed for battle. Gone were the dark jackets with the Clan's symbol, in their place were large dark grey cloaks with their symbols in black near the bottom on either side. Within the cloaks were different compartments and pockets in which they held their ninja weapons and secret jutsu scrolls.

Shinjin held his father's cloak up to him when he approached. The Cloak of The Head of the Yamamoto clan was considered sacred for the people. Upon the shoulders were black spikes that said to be made from the very sand the clan had mastered. Even the hood of the cloak had smaller spikes upon it.

"No need everyone." Inchin said as he patted Shinjin's head. "They're from the Hidden Leaf Village. Only here on a scouting exercise. They'll be gone in morning." Inchin stopped by Huro who looked down in shame. "Everyone return to your tents and rest. Tomorrow we celebrate the Black Sand and the dragon that produced it!" Everyone cheered along with Shinjin and Temari.

Huro raised his arms also but kept quiet. He returned to his tent where his sons were waiting for him.

"Kukoro," Huro said as his oldest son sat up, "Tomorrow you and your brothers, Tomoro and Yukoro, go to these coordinates." He held out a piece of paper to the ten year old. "And give that piece paper to the men there. Then return here."

"Is it time father?" Kukoro asked, showing excitement along with his brothers. "Is it finally time?"

Huro looked from the small cut out window of his tent towards his brother's tent. Temari and Inchin were sitting outside why Shinjin meditated, wearing his father's battle cloak. "Yes children. Indeed it is time." Huro pulled the curtain down and plunged his tent into darkness again.

The Black Dragon festival was a great time for the Yamamoto Clan and the Hidden Sand Village. The Village welcomed the Yamamoto Clan with open arms, the single females fought amongst themselves for the Yamamoto single men during the festival, as at the end of the night, the single men were to either find a wife, or battle a family member.

Shinjin walked with his father near the front of the clan as the villagers began to cheer for their arrival. Shinjin and Inchin walked together, in pride, as they approached the Kazekage mansion. Gaara, Temari and their bother Kankuro all stood outside of the mansion's main gate. Gaara was dressed in his traditional Kakage attire, while Temari had taken the traditional style of a Yamamoto wife's clothing, dark colored long dress, yet Temari kept her mesh under clothing. Kankuro wore his regular large once piece dark grey outfit, with his puppet attached to his back.

"Inchin Yamamoto!" Gaara said loudly causing the crowd to calm down. "We welcome your clan back home!"

"Thank you Lord Kazekage!" Inchin said just as loud smiling up at his wife. "We'll be happy to stay for our one year visit before leaving once more to continue to spread the Hidden Sand Village's reputation."

"To the Black Sand Nomads!" Kankuro yelled lifting one arm high into the air, which was met with loud cheers and yells.

Inchin and Shinjin looked up over the crowd of their clan at the villagers and smiled to themselves.

"Son," Inchin said placing his hand on Shinjin's shoulder, "Welcome home."