The sun was setting peacefully over the village of Sunagakure. All was quiet and lull as the villagers strolled into their homes to greet their families after a tedious day of work. All was silent, of course, until a loud boom was heard on the outskirts of the village. Some villagers cocked their heads towards the noise while others nearly smirked and continued on their merry way.

Gaara, the Kazekage for 18 consecutive years, sighed and practically threw down his pen from his aching palm. He had been signing documents, laws and scrolls for at least 7 hours straight. You'd think after years of it his body would become immune to the cramping but it never let up. There was a knock on the door and Gaara smiled slightly. He recognized that knock.

"Come in." he answered trying to sound professional.

A pink haired woman walked in, one hand on her hip, the other in a fist at her side. Her usual happy expression formed a scowl that could match Gaara's. Sakura, Gaara's wife, was…for lack of a better word…pissed.

"What's the matter, Sakura?" Gaara asked, trying to hide the discomfort in his voice. He hated seeing Sakura like this. It was rare, but when she was mad, she tended to lash out. Last time she was pissed like this, Fluffy died…don't sak.

"Do you have any idea where the boys are, Kazekage-sama?" Sakura hissed through clenched teeth.

Oh God she called me 'Kazekage-sama. She's furious.

Gaara noted to himself that he was walking on thin ice by answering her.

"Yes. I told them to go train together."

"And where exactly did you authorize for this training?" Sakura asked, having calmed down a bit and talking in a normal tone, just a bit louder.

"About a mile past the gates, in the desert. You know how Ichiro and Koji get when they fight. Everything gets broken somehow." Gaara answered, stretching his throbbing hand.

"Uh-huh…so is that why they're both 10 yards from the tower?" Sakura asked, her anger gone, now turned to amusement as she saw Gaara freeze then jump from his chair and storm out of the office. As she was turning to leave she heard footsteps as Baki ran through the door.

"Gaara! The boys are-oh, hello Sakura." Baki greeted, bowing.

"Afternoon Baki." Sakura returned with a smile. "I've already informed him of the boys' fight, he's on his way to stop it."

Baki let out an audible sigh and nodded, turning to leave. He stopped just as his back was about to disappear into the hall. "They really have gotten stronger, haven't they?"

Sakura smiled and nodded, even though Baki's back was opposite to her. "Yes. They're really growing up."

A kunai zoomed past a boy, nearly scalping him if it weren't for the hand made of sand that caught it and threw it down.

"Kunai's won't work on me, Ichiro, you know that!" the boy smirked and crossed his arms in a way that his father was infamous for. The boy was 12 years old. He looked just like his father, only he had his mother's sea green, orb like eyes. He was exceptionally calm, and shy, unlike his brother.

"Shut up Koji!" Ichiro yelled frustratingly a few feet away as he rushed his brother. Ichiro and Koji were twins, but not identical. Ichiro had the same eye color as his father and had a mixture of his mother and father's hair, making it magenta. He usually got teased for this, so the boy was naturally hot tempered and lashed out like crazy.

Koji quickly spotted Ichiro and used his sand to easily snatch his brother up and throw him yards away into the half deserted street. Ichiro grunted in pain as he lifted himself up from the dirt floor. He had been fighting with Koji for hours now. They started deep in the desert but then, without them realizing it, moved farther back in to the village. It always ended up like this. Koji either beat the hell out of him and he passed out, or Koji beat the hell out of him but Ichiro managed to land one punch that knocked Koji out for hours. Koji was born with his father's talent for the maneuver of sand, but Ichiro had his mother's powerful strength. One punch from him and you were out like a light, if not worse.

Ichiro smirked and drew his arm back, readying it for a punch. He could feel his chakra rising and tingling inside of his clenched fist as he let out a loud cry and swiftly ran towards his brother, chakra sticking to the soles of his feet to allow faster motion. Koji was shocked and completely thrown off guard as he saw his brother's fist inches away from his cheek.

It was over.

BOOM.

Koji was thrown back at least 50 feet by the jaw breaking punch and landed on his back. He was unconscious and bleeding heavily from the mouth, and from some scratches from the impact of the fall.

Ichiro let out a chuckle, then sighed as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, unconscious as well.

Gaara came running out of the tower.

Why are there so many floors in that damn building?

He sprinted through the village until he saw Koji sprawled across the ground, and Ichiro standing shakily, before falling himself. He sighed, half of it being relief-the other being amusement at his sons' stamina, and picked them both up and started towards home.

Sakura was busy preparing dinner and talking to Temari, who was visiting from Konoha. She moved up there with her husband of 8 years, Shikamaru, but she came to visit once every month or so. Just as the two were beginning to talk about spending the day together tomorrow, an annoyed looking Gaara walked in carrying his sons under each arm like duffel bags.

"Hahaha…I see some things never change. Those two crack me up." Temari snickered, sipping her iced tea, courtesy of Sakura.

"Lay Ichiro down in his bed, it looks like he just passed out from exhaustion. Put Koji down here, Gaara, he seems to have some bad cuts." Sakura demanded, her hand glowing green from chakra. Gaara nodded and layed his son on the floor next to his kneeling wife and started up the steps into their room. Gaara scrunched his nose as he opened the door. It smelt of cheese, dirty socks and steaming hot garbage. He looked to the left at the trash can…no wonder, it was filled with scraps of food. He layed his tired son on his bed and stared at his figure for a while, his lips forming a smile. They really were growing up.

"Dad…?"

Gaara's eyes widened a bit in shock, as Ichiro called his name with a raspy voice, not opening his eyes.

"Yes, son?" Gaara asked, leaning in closer.

"D-…Did I win?" he asked, squinting one eye open at his father.

Gaara tried to hold back a chuckle as he moved his hand through his son's hair. "Yep."

The story will get more interesting as soon as I make more chappies. So, do you like the twins or not? And for those of you reading my 'Not Another Sequel' story DON'T WORRY, I will be continuing it so R&R, k? thanks!