A/N: I own nothing and hope you all enjoy it! If it seems similar to any one's fanfiction, it is unintentional. This is my second fanfiction, critism is welcomed and helpful. So please review!

The Fates were currently rethinking their choice about giving humanity free will as they struggled to unsuccessfully attempt to untangle their loom yet again. How was it that not one but BOTH of their champions' purposes had been derailed so badly? Atropos (the cutter) thoughtfully tapped her scissors against her chin as she pondered their current dilemma as she watched her sisters attacked the tangle that she had deemed to be a lost cause.

Although naivety normally went hand in hand with innocence, she was tired of her and her sisters' heroes attempts at change be stopped by those who were supposed to be considered to be allies. Now if it was just one hero that was having so much trouble, they wouldhave just sent them back in time with their previous memories and have them do it again. It was a little known fact about her and her sisters was that after the fall of Chronos at the hands of his children, Father Chaos had granted them Chronos' powers over both time and space—trusting them to do a better job of wielding them.

Several times throughout the course of history, the Fates had had to use these sacred powers to help humanity. However, both they and their father had limited the use of these powers to at least once (or twice, if there was a very dire need(i.e. an entire civilization dying out before its time)) a century to remove the temptation to overuse and abuse this unique set of powers like Chronos had. She hoped that his children had given him terrible indigestion. Gods know how much damage Demeter and Hades could have caused in his stomach. Even before they were swallowed whole, those two had it out for the other…Clotho had weaved that rivalry during a particularly boring decade about a century or to before they had been born.

However, Atropos had to return to the problem that was at hand. Due to the fact that was not one BUT two heroes in dire need of a due over, Atropos couldn't fall back on the old "you've been an idiot and failed in fulfilling your destiny…now try again" routine especially since one was about eight years older than the other and all of the Fates did not want to use their power of time for something that Atropos had a feeling would have a simple solution. What she and her sisters needed was a new plan. She carefully considered a variety of different plans before discarding them.

What they needed was someone who would watch out for their naïve young charges. Someone who would protect them, guard them from both harm and manipulation... someone that would willingly stand in their corner and give everything they had to protect their little champions, just like their father had done with both Gaea and Nyx when they had been making fun of them as children.

Atropos stopped tapping her scissors as a thought crossed her mind. They didn't need someone like Father but A FATHER! She dropped her scissors as she made her way over to her sisters. They had a plan that need to be formed and they would most likely call in a few favors to get it done if her sisters agreed.

—August 1st, 1980—St. Mungos—12:30 a.m.—

"Padfoot! Look at her. Isn't she beautiful?" an exuberant man by the name of James Potter quietly asked as he held close to him a small bundle wrapped in a very soft pink blanket. He was short when compared to his slightly taller friend. His dark brunette hair was mussed up more than usual due to the number of times he had ran his fingers through it out of frayed nerves during the last nine to ten hours with his wife's labor.

"Aye. She's gorgeous, Prongsie." His best friend and newly made godfather, Sirius Black, replied as he peered down at the bundle which contained a newborn baby who wasn't even a hour old yet. The baby was currently sleeping but the little cherub was still as cute as a button. She would be the best goddaughter in the world he privately thought. Pointing to the small tuft of dark brown almost black hair on his pup's head he continued. "Hopefully, being brunette is the only hair characteristic she share with you, mate. It would be a shame if she had that unruly rat's nest that you call hair."

Carefully placing his newborn daughter into the crib next to his currently sleeping wife, James turn to his friend with his arm raised. "You prat! I'll have you know that my hair is windswept and sexy!" However before he could hit his best friend, a bright flash of light engulfed the room taking the to men with it as it dissipated leaving behind the two female Potters.

—August 1st, 1980—Prewett Home—12:30 a.m.—

On either end of a very large nursery stood a pair of identical men with somewhat unamused looks on their face. Both had a somewhat stocky build and were slightly on the short side of height. They both had a slightly mischievous twinkle in their light brown eyes while their auburn hair curled softly to their shoulders. With arms spread, the duo attempted to corralled another pair of very similar looking toddlers into their respective beds for it was well past the time for them to be asleep.

"Now, it is time to go…" one of the older men started to say before the other picked up where the first left off. "…to sleep. If you don't…"

"…go to sleep, how can you wake up tomorrow to play some more?" the two men finished together while attempting to bribe the mini twins into going back to bed with the promise of playtime later on in the day. Since the older twins had been doing paperwork in their study just down the hall when they had heard the younger ones' voices and upon inspection, the older pair of men had found them in their playroom riding, or at least attempting to, their training brooms. Finally, the older pair of men had successfully coxed the two "mini terrors", as they were often fondly called, back to the realm of Morpheus.

Quietly, they exited the nursery before heading back into the study to finish the paperwork they had been working on before they went to find out where their mini terrors were. Somehow, it seemed like every week those two mini terrors decided that they wanted to fly at night. The men were still trying to figure out how their mini terrors had managed to unlock the broom cupboard, though...

"Well, Fabian, father did always warn us that one day we would have children like ourselves." The one who first spoke to the younger twins said with a soft smile at the thought of the "mini terrors" as he once again took his seat behind an ancient oak desk that had been handed down from generation to generation in the man's family.

"Well, brother dear, I for one wouldn't have it any other way. Our little terrors are the best type of terrors, Gideon." The one now known as Fabian said with a smirk as he too took his seat behind a matching oak desk that was the twin to the one that his brother was using.

As they once again turned to the paperwork, a flash of light filled the room before dissipating taking the two men with it leaving behind the two younger twins, who continued to sleep on without stirring from their slumber.

—August 1st, 1980—Kohona—Minato Namikaze's Apartment—

"So then you'll take him on as your student?" a silver haired man asked to a younger man with bright blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Of course. I've wanted to teach ever since I became a Jōnin. So it wouldn't be a problem for me to take young Kakashi under my wing as an apprentice for a few years before I take on two more to form a complete genie team." the younger said as he sat down on his couch. He knew that his silver haired friend wouldn't be as worried if someone he knew would be his son's teacher and taught his son the best way to live the shinobi life.

"Thank you, Minato. I can't stop Kakashi from graduating from the Academy early and while I will admit that he's talented, he's still only 5 years old. With the atmosphere lately, I fear that just pairing him with anyone as a sensei…he'll be unprotected if war is declared." the silver haired man said as he leaned against the wall with a concern look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, my friend. I'll protect and care for him as if he was my own out there if it does come to war. Besides, if I had a son or daughter like you, I would be just as careful when it comes to their safety." the blonde said as he crossed his arms and shrugged before turning the conversation to a slightly unpleasant thought (in his opinion). "Kami-sama, I hope I don't have a girl when I start a family. I don't know if or how I'd handle the stress of them being a ninja or…or…or boys!"

Right at that moment, a flash of light appeared covering the men before taking them away as it dissipated. Little did anyone know when the ANBU would go to inform them of a fellow Jōnin who disappeared before the eyes of two other Jōnins, no one would be able to find them and would raise the alarm as well as the fear that many in Kohona felt that day.

—August 1st, 1980—The Crimson Blade Bar—Downtown Kohona—

It was a Wednesday night so as usual the small bar was sparse in terms of customers except for the regulars. It was quiet with the notable exception of three young men who were seated at the bar ordering more rounds.

Physically, the men had nothing expect for their skin color. The one closest to the door was a dark haired brunette whose hair was tied back making it reminiscent of a pineapple. Because the man was slouching, it was difficult to tell what his height was and it gave him the appearance of falling asleep to those who weren't familiar with his clan. He was Nara Shikaku, heir to the Nara clan of Kohona.

To his right was a man with pale blonde hair that was tie back loosely at the base of his neck. He wasn't sloughing but sitting straight and talking rather animatedly—waving his hands around to help emphasize his point to his companions. This was Yamanaka Inoichi, heir to the Yamanaka clan of Kohona as well as a newly promoted Jōnin of Kohona.

The last companion was a…big boned man with wild red hair and purple markings on his cheeks. He wasn't 'trying' to sleep nor was he talking animatedly but was leaning on the bar as he good-naturedly listened to the conversation that his blonde companion was providing. This was the heir to the Akimichi clan, Akimichi Chōza. All three were members of the next generation for the Ino-Shika-Chō team.

"And then I took him by surprise by using my jutsus to possess him to make him give me what I needed to find the exit. He really should have known what I'm capable of, seeing that he's a Kohona ninja." Inoichi finished recalling to his team.

"Troublesome. Though congratulations on finally becoming a Jōnin, Inoichi." the 'half-asleep' Nara mumbled before signaling to the bartender for another refill.

"We knew that you could do it!" Chōza said as he too signaled for another refill from the bartender.

"You know, you could have gotten it a lot sooner if you would stop chasing skirts so much." Shikaku said as the bartender brought him his refill.

Inoichi made to reply most likely about how he, at least, wasn't afraid of the opposite sex when suddenly a bright light interrupted him and filled the establishment before dissipating, revealing that the light had somehow taken his lazy friend with it. After a moment of staring where his friend had been sitting, he looked down at his drink before pushing it away while shaking his head not really believing what he saw and started to head for the door to inform the Hokage that somehow, one of his Jōnins had gotten kidnapped. Chōza, on the other hand, went to pay for the tab that the three men had built up during their stay at the Crimson Blade before quickly following after his friend.