I know its been a while since I uploaded or wrote anything, but in honor of Naruto officially ending for the Manga, I decided to try and go back to it. This might be a long story, and a bit off the edge, but when is Fanfictions not.

Full Summary: The First Generation has defeated the enemy, and peace is insured throughout the lands. Bandits and other small organizations pop up, but never reach the rest of the world. Not like those of the past. All have their own children.. But what if the Heroes are not the only ones to pass on traditions? What if those once known for the Red Clouds return? And not the same as they were before.

Rating: T, but might change to M later.

I do require a Beta, if one would like to help me. Not that good at grammar and things like that.

Prologue

The rumbling sound of thunder echoed across the darkened sky, lightning streaking across and giving sight to the forest and rock surroundings. Heavy rain plummeted down, making the nearby river swell with violence and power. As another set of sound and light came, the strikes lit up four dashing figures, dressed in telltale cloaks. One or both of their arms were holding something close to their bodies, trying to safeguard something from sight and the pounding weather. That did not stop the cries of fear that hinted at what they were carrying. They rang high above the August storm that bustled around them. The figures had to be quick, being caught with this weakness.. They would not know what would happen if enemies got a hold of them. Safely reaching a steep outcropping, they made it. Swiftly pulling out their left or right hand with the respective rings, each glowing bright blue, before the resound of the inner workings lifted the cavern's entrance.

Quickly making their way inside, and the boulder slamming shut behind them.. The booming of outside was now gone, but the quiet halls and rooms of the rather small base were filled with new sounds. Back in the main room, one of the humans pulled off the wet material that disgusted him more then anything at the moment. Golden blonde hair was revealed, removed from the normal gravity-defying nature, completely drenched in rain. His face angular, but not having the usual smirk or grin. The others followed, looking down at the forms in their arms, then at each other. No one said anything for a long time. Blue, black, purple and white all held grief and loss of what to do. The loudest, or what was known to be the loudest, spoke first. His voice was quiet and void of the slur of brutal words,

"I can't believe she died." The rest nodded, looking at the youngest, who was being held by the tallest. Squirming and writhing, still slightly blue from what had happened not a few minutes ago. "Jashin has her now." His free hand when to the pendant around his neck, which small hands soon tried to grab soon after. Purple flickered down to look at lavender, and he was glad that this one has stopped his crying.

The blonde gave a low sigh, looking down at his sleeping charge. A soft chuckle escaped as he saw that there was no crying. Still asleep from the earlier ruckus of running and yelling at each other. He finally spoke, his voice filled with a light sadness. "Danna would have been proud of Aya." The others would have agreed to the same thing. "She was his daughter through and through. Poisoned everyone before we even got there, and then had her." All eyes returned to the quieting form of the newborn in one of the large, blue arms. "But what are we going to do now, un? We can't hide them anymore, Ayatsuri was the only one who could watch them."

"I agree with Deidara, our main focus should not be on the Shrimp, she would not have liked to be mourned while her child is in danger." The blue man spoke up, and they agreed once more. "Our only chance is to find people who can take care of them." Their eyes turned to the silent one in the corner, holding a black-haired boy born not more than a couple of weeks ago. He seemed to be thinking, he could hand over his child to the mother. Who still wanted to take care of the small Uchiha. The blind eyes were calculating and thinking, even Deidara was willing to listen to what this man would say. For the sake of his son.

"Chinatsu has a chance in Suna." The eldest known Uchiha, at this time, spoke finally, "Her father is not to be trusted. And they do not have to know of her linage." More nods of agreement, as they shifted, and more thinking came. Broke again by Itachi. "Yoru will go back to his mother." Kiko was horrible with children, spoiling him or punishing him in the wrong manners, even if he was still quite young. It was better than a stranger handling his child, and being the heir to the Uchiha's.. Well that was something that called to hand his son back to the crazy woman, even if he rather disliked her. One night stands were a horrible idea. "You two will have to find homes. The four cannot stay with us." The youngest men nodded, holding their sons close for a moment, and sighed,

"Agreed."

~x~x~x~

Deidara's son, Takumi, and Hidan's boy, Kaname, were both given to a sweet, middle-aged woman they knew in Amegakure. She healed some of the Akatsuki, as well as fed them on numerous occasions, when a good home-cooked meal was in order. She was not able to have any of her own, but Mao promised to raise the boys as her own. Or as grandchildren, as the Akastuki members were thought of as sons to her. Those that visited, anyhow. Not only that, but when they could, they would be allowed to see the boys.

Itachi wasn't as lucky. Yoru was given back to his mother, to where she promptly never allowed Itachi to see his boy again. Which gave more stress to the man, but it was least stressful to know that his brother, and nearly everyone else in the world, had no clue about him. It was a semi-clear conscious, and less weight on his shoulders.

Chinatsu, granddaughter of Akasuna Sasori, was the only one left, and Deidara was the one honored with the task to take her to the Village Hidden in Sand. He thought the idea was insane, for him to go. And he would rather not liked to die while doing such, thanks to his stunt earlier in the Wind Country history. Luckily, the bomb expert managed to get her safely near Suna, in the shade. And hoped someone would find her. Someone did, and it was a surprise, and irony, that the one person who found her..

Was none other than the Kazekage himself. Sabaku no Gaara.