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Jacen - This is a concept that I came up with last night. I'm hoping that someone likes it. Please read and review. Any help will be greatly appreciated. Will update soon.

(In this timeline, the Uchiha genocide occurs when Sasuke is about to turn 12, Age of main characters are as follows: Naruto 12, Sakura 11, Miharu 14, Akira 15, Ryouji 15, Katsume 14. I'm doing this primarily because I'm going to skipping through time with every chapter after the next one. )

Thinking

"talking"

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Twelve years ago, the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon attacked the Hidden Leaf Village. A powerful ninja known as, The Fourth Hokage fought and defeated the powerful demon, but at the cost of his own life. Before he died he sealed the demon into a newborn child, Naruto Uzumaki. Parentless, and shunned by the rest of the village, Naruto found a kindred spirit in the Fourth's adopted son, a tall, thin brown haired boy, named Akira Aijigetsu.

Many years passed before Akira and Naruto entered the academy. They were almost inseparable, until Akira the day graduated from the academy and joined Team Five with Miharu Uchiha, and Ryouji Kurosawa, under the perverted Jonin, Shigehito Ishimaru. This is where I'll end my introduction, and start us with Akira meeting his new sensei.

The captain was a creepy middle-aged man. He wore a tight dark red spandex suit under his Jonin vest, its pockets bulging from unknown contents. His short black hair and razor thin eyebrows, kind of traumatized the rest of the team. The feelings only seemed to get worse when he opened his mouth to talk.

"Hello, team. I am Shigehito Ishimaru, captain of Team Five. I enjoy reading the Icha Icha series, going on dates, and engaging in oral sex. I hate it when women don't put out on the first date. And I have no dreams anymore. Now I want to hear a little about each of you, starting with you." He said as he pointed to the dark-haired boy, who rolled his eyes.

The boy was tall for his age (15) about five foot nine inches, and had a slender but muscular build. He had his dark brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail that swayed in the wind. A pair of dark green pants, a navy blue tee-shirt, and a black jacket with a white crescent moon decal on the center of his back. A scabbard holding a slightly curved katana was strapped to his back by a strap. A look of disgust formed on his face when Shigehito looked at him. His forehead protector was tied around his right bicep, right above a kunai sheath. Not a bad looking kid, probably has to beat the ladies off of him with a stick. Shigehito thought.

"My name is Akira Aijigetsu. I enjoy training, reading books…" Shigehito smiled, momentarily sickening Akira, "NOT THOSE BOOKS, YOU PERVERTED FREAK!! Books about history, jutsu and the occasional manga. I also enjoy drawing. I hate sick perverted freaks." He said glaring straight at Shigehito, before continuing, "My dream is to become an elite jonin and help defend my village like Minato Namikaze."

"Interesting Akira-kun. Next." Shigehito said as he pointed to the girl next to Akira.

She was a slender beauty for a fourteen year old ninja. She wore a Navy blue sleeveless vest with the Uchiha symbol on her left shoulder, and a black skort (Combine Shorts and skirt). Her long blond hair was braided and her intense piercing blue eyes, only added to her beauty. Probably part of one of the sub-branches of the Uchiha Clan, Shigehito thought because of the blond hair.

"My name is Miharu Uchiha. I like to cook, spar, and eat barbeque. I hate being taken as weak because I'm a girl. And my goal in life is to be taken seriously as female ninja."

"Ok, Miharu-chan. I'm sure that your parents will be proud." Shigehito said but thinking in a few years they are going to be saying 'why don't you get a boyfriend, we want grandchildren.' "Your turn." He said pointing to the second boy in the group.

He was slightly taller than Akira, and much more muscular. Wearing a loose fitting forest green kimono with gold trim over top of a matching pair of hakama pants and wooden sandal, he looked nothing like a shinobi. His kimono was opened at the top to reveal his defined muscles. A unique naginata (Think Naginata + Ivy's swords from Soul Calibur 4) with a pair of small metal spheres attached to the blade, was tucked into his obi sash, along with a shuriken pouch and a small metal flask. The boy was Shigehito figured, part of the Kurosawa Clan, a shaman clan not known for its shinobi, but for its healers. It will be interesting to see what he's capable of, Shigehito thought, before daydreaming about Ayame at Ichiraku's Ramen shop. Oh the things that I'd do to that girl.

"Name's Ryouji Kurosawa. I love the ladies." He paused for a second to smile flirtatiously at the blond-haired girl sitting beside him. "I like long walks through the woods, animals, flowers and sake. I hate it when I have no sake to drink in the morning. My goals in life are to find true love and become a legendary ninja, like Jiraiya the Toad Hermit."

"Sake is good.." He said, completely not paying any attention to what he was saying. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide as he realized just what Ryouji had said, "Wait, you drink sake!?! But aren't you like fifteen."

"Yeah, your point?" Ryouji said with a sly smirk on his face. "Old enough to kill, old enough to drink." His eyes had a sort of predatory look to them.

"Well, now that we have gotten to know each other a little bit, I propose a training mission. The three of you, are to meet me at the third training field tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, sharp. Ja ne."

Shigehito said as he pressed his hands together, and disappeared with a poof of smoke. Leaving the genin by themselves, Ryouji was the first to speak:

"Hey pretty lady, how about you come eat something with me before dark." He said with a sly grin on his face.

"I'll pass, my mother is cooking and she told me that she needed my help tonight. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Miharu said as she stood up to walk home, leaving the two boys alone. Ryouji looked a little bit disappointed.

"Damn, rejected. Oh well, I'd better get going myself, see you in the morning, Akira." Ryouji said as he walked away.

Akira looked at the sky and noticed that the sun was setting. I'd better check on Naruto, he's probably starving without me to cook. With that he headed towards the apartment that he and his "brother" shared.

"Nii-san!!!!" A clumsy blond-haired boy that had driven Akira insane over the years came running out to greet him, still wearing his school clothes. Akira just smiled as the boy ran over to greet him. I'm just glad that I was able to give him the attention that the Fourth had given me.

"Hey, Naruto. How was class?" Akira said as he and the short blond kid walked inside the apartment.

"The usual, all the kids picked on me, except for Chouji and Shikamaru." The little blond kid said looking up at his older brother with adulation. "Nii-san, I tried to pay attention in class like you told me to, but it's so hard and Iruka-sensei is soo boring." Naruto smiled sheepishly. Akira chuckled as he patted his adoptive little brother on his head.

"That's good to hear, so what did you learn today, aniki?" Akira asked as he walked to his room to put his stuff away. The twelve-year old goof-ball began following him around the apartment while talking at a million miles a minute.

"Today in class, we learned about hand seals, the proper way to throw shurikens, and the Transformation jutsu." Naruto explained. His eyes glowed with enthusiasm as he asked: "So nii-san, how was your first day as a real ninja?"

Akira paused for a moment as he thought about his meeting with his new sensei and the rest of his team. How do I put this so that aniki, doesn't get discouraged. My sensei is the world's biggest pervert…No that won't do at all. He thought mentally sighing. My team is …well, at least Miharu is normal, I guess…Finally after racking his brain for a few minutes he finally came up with something to say to encourage his over-eager little brother.

"I have a training mission tomorrow morning at eight. So I will be going to bed early, okay aniki?" He said with a smile as he wrapped his left arm around the short, blond goof-ball's neck and feverishly rubbing the top of Naruto's head with his right fist, "Okay aniki?" He repeated sternly as he continued the torture until…

"Nii-san!!! I understand!!! Stop that!!!" Naruto screamed mostly out of a loss of dignity, than of any actual pain. Akira smiled as he released the blond.

"I'm glad that you understand, now go get your homework done and clean your room. I don't want to my teammates coming here and thinking that we live like pigs." Akira ordered as he walked over to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.

Forty five minutes later, Naruto came out of his room and sat down at the table in front of a steaming bowl of rice and a large plate full of sushi. He had a disappointed look on his face.

"Nii-san. Why can't we have ramen for dinner? I love ramen." Naruto cried as he looked at the plate in front of him with disdain.

"Aniki, we can't eat ramen every day. It's not very nutritious and I can't eat it all the time, so that's why I'm trying to mix up our meals." Akira shrugged as he sat down at their small table and began eating.

After dinner, Naruto went to his room to get ready for bed while Akira sat down and packed lunch for his little brother. A small cup of instant ramen, a small package of potato chips, and an apple juice box. That should satisfy him, at least for an hour. Akira sighed as he placed the food in the boy's lunch box. Damn for such a small kid Naruto could out eat pretty much anyone. Where the hell does he put it? He thought with a smile, completely unable to rationalize his little brother's eating habits.

"Aniki, lights out." Akira ordered as he walked into his room to set out everything that he would need for the training mission tomorrow morning.

"See you in the morning nii-san." The hyperactive blond kid yelled from across the apartment.

A small smile appeared on Akira's face. See you in the morning, aniki, he thought before going over a mental checklist of the equipment that he was probably going to require for the training exercise. Kunai, katana, forehead protector, was there anything else that I need? He pondered for a moment on everything that he owned, and tried to remember anything that could be useful to him during the training mission. After racking his brain for several minutes, he gave up. Anything that I don't bring I'll just have to do without. He thought with a sigh as he started collecting everything on his mental checklist and placed it on his dresser.

Smiling, he removed his jacket and hung it up in his closet. Now the shirt…He thought as he slowly removed his navy blue tee-shirt, revealing a tight six-pack set of abs, defined arm muscles, and a large black dragon tattoo that coiled around his back, and onto his hairless chest, ending with the dragon's head directly over his heart. He stretched, ah man that feels good. Quickly sliding off his shoes, he reached down unzipped his dark green pants, letting them fall to the ground, revealing a muscular body that could turn women into putty if they saw it. Reaching into a drawer in his dresser, he calmly removed a pair of sleep pants.

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