A Future Fic!! By me!

Disclaimer: I don not own Naruto, and even if I wish upon every star in the sky until I'm blue in the face, I never will. (So far) I only own Reiko, Masaru, Satoshi, and Sasori.

So, now that the legal stuff is over and done with, on with the story! It would be awesome if you read and reviewed.

She stood near the back of the room, her usual lingering place when it came to meetings like this. It's not that she wanted to look like she could care less, or give the idea that she was being disrespectful towards Hokage-sama, it was just easier to hear things in the back – you know, because of the better acoustics.

The meeting was concerning the newly-graduated Academy Genin who needed Jonin proctors. She had put her name down as a candidate on the sign-up sheet a few meetings ago, but had never really expected to get called back. Oh, well.

The meeting was just about over. The Hokage was tying things up about how the new Genin would meet their appointed Jonin next week and to please not to be late. In the corner, the girl got the weirdest feeling that the Hokage eyeballed her when he said that, but she shrugged it off.

"On your way out, take a copy of your team's sheet," he said. Poor Naruto-sama, she thought. He looks as bored as hell, sitting there behind the table. "That'll be it for tonight's meeting. Thanks for coming." He pounded a little gavel on the table and got up.

The girl could only smirk at the smile that formed on Naruto's face as soon as he said the meeting was over. Naruto was a great leader and protector, but when it came to sitting in for meetings, he tended to get bored. Having been his student for a few years, she was lucky enough to know Naruto better than most of the teenagers of her generation.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and lingered by the wall for a moment while the hall emptied out. Once all the foot traffic was cleared, she headed out the door.

"Looking for this, Reiko-chan?"

"Hm?" The girl looked up. The Hokage was holding up the sheet with her team assignment on it. "What's up, Naruto-sama?"

"Nothing much," he said with a smile. "I was just checking out your team's sheet. You've got an interesting selection of pupils."

"Really now?" She swiped the sheet from his hand and read through the list. "Well, well, this is an interesting match-up. I bet you fixed this up just to give yourself a laugh, didn't you, Naruto-sama?"

"I swear I had nothing to do with this match-up," Naruto said. "You can take that up with the teachers over at the Academy. They're the ones who paired up the teams."

"Dad will get a kick out of this. He's the one who told me to sign up for instructor." She stuffed the list into her back pouch. "I should get home, then."

"Right," Naruto-sama said. She gave him a small salute before taking off home. "Say hello to Kakashi-sensei for me!"

My name, as you've probably guessed by now, is Reiko. I'm sixteen years old and currently a Jonin in Konohakagure. I'm a bit of a prodigy around here, but it's not like Jonin at sixteen has never been done before. Mostly, though, the talent's genetic.

You see, I'm the daughter of Hatake Kakashi and Mitarashi Anko. I'm Hatake Reiko. Yeah, from what I hear, not too many people in Konoha could believe it, either.

How exactly did two of the most solitary ninja in all of Konoha end up together? It really was a question for the ages. I mean, neither of them had an obvious parental streak back in the day, nor were they itching to jump into a long, committed relationship. But the answer to how they got together is simple: sake.

Oh, yeah – it was nothing but a big, drunken mess that led to my accidental conception and their eventual coming together. Some time ago, Pops has told me they had decided to stay together for my sake. But deep down, I know it was for love. I mean, sixteen years later and they're still sharing a bed is more than just "staying together for the kid", don't you think? But those two are incredibly stubborn when it comes to admitting someone else is right.

It doesn't matter to me, really, because I live with them, and it's easy for me to see that those two love each other.

In the dark night, she made her way home. If there was one thing Reiko loved, it was taking dark walks around the village. Sure, almost every business was closed, but that's what made it peaceful. The only real way to clear her mind was to walk around aimlessly for some time. Reiko figured it was something she inherited from her father.

She approached her building and picked up the pace. Something smelled good, and it was coming from her apartment. Reiko dug her key out of her back pouch and opened the front door - to find something come sailing in her direction.

"Hit the deck!" she shouted, ducking the projectile. Something clattered in the walkway outside the door. From the metal clang the unidentified flying object produced, Reiko guessed it was some kind of kitchen utensil. Carefully, she looked up into the small apartment to see a pot of something simmering on the stove, and both her parents standing in the kitchen; Reiko's best guess was that the utensil lying in the walkway was a ladle, as for why it was lying there, though, was up for grabs. "Yo, I'm home."

"Oh, Reiko, you're home earlier than I thought you would be. How was the meeting?" Kakashi asked as calmly as if a ladle hadn't just flown over his head.

"Look what you made me do, Kakashi! I could have hit Reiko!"

"It's a blunt object," he responded calmly. "She would have survived. Luckily, the kid can duck."

"Yeah, lucky me," Reiko said, shuffling into the apartment with the offensive utensil in her hand.

"Why was the meeting so short?" Anko asked. She was trying to take a jar of spices out of Kakashi's hand, but failing because Kakashi's hand extended arm was too high for her to reach.

"Oh, you know Naruto-sama," Reiko responded, throwing off her black ninja sandals. "The guy can't sit still for too long. Since there was nothing formal about the meeting, I guess he wanted it to be as quick as humanly possible."

"That sounds like Naruto," Kakashi said, moving the spice jar away from Anko's outstretched hand. "Short and simple when it comes to complicated things."

"Some things never change," Anko muttered, giving up trying to take the jar away from Kakashi and turning back to the stove. "Reiko, don't eat too many of those."

"I won't," the girl assured her, wondering how in the world Anko had seen her pop a rice cracker into her mouth. She took the small bowl of crackers off the counter and took a seat at the table. She called to Kakashi, who was busy dumping the contents of the jar into the simmering pot. "Hey, Pops, weren't you on a mission?"

"Don't you want your old man at home?"

"Ah, don't put words in my mouth," Reiko said, taking another cracker. "All I meant is that you got back early; I thought you'd be gone another two days, at least."

"Mission ended earlier than anticipated," he replied. "The guy we were looking for was assassinated before we could capture him."

"Really? By who?"

Kakashi shrugged, "I don't know. I think it might have been a hired killer; the job was clean and fast."

"You didn't chase after him?"

"We didn't know what to expect from this guy," he said. "I wasn't going to risk my team for the sake of curiosity. If it had been just me, I'd have gone after him. I couldn't go in blind with the team."

"What? Was your team full of newbies?"

"My team was two Chunin," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Don't get me wrong, they're skilled, but I don't think I could trust them with an impromptu mission like that."

"Any idea who the hired hand might me?"

"I'll have to check my bingo book, but, the truth is-"

"Alright, you two, enough talk about missions," Anko interrupted. She swiped the bowl of crackers away from Reiko, producing a small groan of protest from the girl. "We see enough violence out there to last us all day; we don't have to bring it home with us. Let's just sit down and eat."

Kakashi smiled, "Who would have thought those words would ever come out of Mitarashi Anko's mouth?"

"Shut up, Kakashi," she said.

Reiko couldn't help but laugh at them. For being adults, it was nice to know they hadn't lost their sense of humor. There really was never a dull moment around these parts. "So, what exactly caused the sudden ladle-throwing?"

"Your father said my curry was bland," Anko muttered, stirring the pot furiously.

"You asked for my opinion, and I gave it to you," Kakashi answered. "It's not my fault you couldn't handle the truth. Besides, you didn't have to get so violent."

"Let's see you make a better curry, then" Anko taunted.

"I did," Kakashi retorted. He slopped some curry from the pot onto a plate of rice and placed it on the table in front of Anko. "Try that."

Anko picked up her fork and poked the curry dish gingerly. She forked up a bit and ate it.

"Well?" There was a satisfied look on Kakashi's face.

"Yeah, you're right," Anko said, taking another mouthful. "This stuff ­is good." She put the fork down. "Well, are you two going to sit down or not? I'm hungry."

"Mom and food," Reiko said, shaking her head. "Don't come between them."

"Yeah," Kakashi nodded. He handed Reiko her own plate before serving himself some curry. "Good thing I can cook."

"You'd never guess that from looking at you," Anko teased.

Kakashi sat down at the table, ignoring Anko's last comment. "So, Reiko, how'd the meeting turn out?"

"Oh, that's right!" Reiko pulled the list from her pouch, eagerly showing it to Kakashi. "Pops, guess who's the new leader of cell seven?"

"Really?" Kakashi's only visible eye lit up.

"Another Hatake at the head of cell seven?" Anko asked.

"Hells yeah," Reiko said. "And if it weren't funny enough, my assigned students are Uzumaki Masaru and the Uchiha twins – Sasori and Satoshi."

"Iruka must have been really bored," Kakashi said, reading the list over again. "Either that, or this is one hell of a coincidence."

"It wouldn't be the first time history repeated itself," Anko said. "When's your first session?"

"Next week," Reiko replied. "But it's just the intro meeting. After that, I need to think up of some training exercises."

"Any ideas?" Kakashi asked.

"None yet," Reiko said. "Maybe I'll be unoriginal and open the training with your bell exercise. Or, I've had something in mind, but…Oh, heck, I don't have to worry about that for another week, so…let's eat!"

Anko shook her head at Reiko's lack of concern. "She's definitely your daughter, Kakashi."

"Don't act as if you've never procrastinated before," Kakashi said. He smiled slyly. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with being like me."

"I never said there was," Anko said, returning the smile. She leaned across the table and slipped her finger through the top of Kakashi's mask, leaning in.

"I'm gonna go wash my hands," Reiko announced rather loudly before making her way down the hall into the bathroom. She ran the water, shaking her head with a smile. "Those two are worse than teenagers. I'm a teenager, I would know." She shut off the water, hoping that the two at the table were done messing around.

Reiko leaned against the sink, heaving a sigh. I guess I'm loitering in the bathroom, now. Great. I know they're my parents, and they've got as much right to make out as anyone, but in the kitchen? Could they at take it into their room? Then again…Even though they've been together for sixteen years, I'm the only kid they ever had, and the only kid they'll ever have, if you catch my drift.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror. She brushed some bangs out of her eyes. When it came to her hair, only two words came to mind: genetically screwed.

Reiko figured that, on both sides, she was bound to come out with funny-looking hair. Pop's hair stands up like a paint brush, while mom's hair has been said to look like a chicken ass on more than one occasion. Hers was sort of a mix between those two. She wore it in a ponytail and, as expected, it fanned out like Anko's. Then there was the color of her hair:

At the root, Reiko's hair was the same gray-blue color as Anko's. Most of her hair was that color…up until the ends of her hair – those were silver, like Kakashi's hair. The silver outline around the edge of her hair caused new acquaintances to look twice, but Reiko couldn't complain about it. She tapped the metal on her headband.

Hm…Hatake Reiko: Jonin Instructor! Yeah, the title's not the best thing I've ever heard, either.

The truth was that she was a bit nervous about having the responsibility of three young Genin thrust at her. It was up to her to make sure the kids developed their skills to the best of their abilities. Well, it wasn't all up to her, but her training would help shape the kind of shinobi they would become.

Woot. I love responsibility.

"Reiko, you only have two hands," Anko called.

"I'm coming," Reiko replied. "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"Nervous, aren't you?" Kakashi said.

"A bit," she said, falling into her chair. "It's an odd sort of pressure you don't get when going off on a mission. But why worry now, right?"

"Just don't put it off until the last minute," Anko warned, knowing full well that was exactly was Reiko was going to do.

And so, Meet-Your-Genin Day finally came around, and Rieko, thinking of nothing better in the last five minutes, left for the Academy with a soccer ball tucked under her arm, and one homemade lunch in her backpack.

She didn't know what her plan for these kids was. She wanted them to respect her, that was for sure, but she didn't want them to be scared of her. She had thought about how she'd introduce herself late the night before, and had come up with an elaborate and noisy entrance, but at the last minute, she decided the Academy couldn't afford a new window just yet.

"Good morning, Reiko," Iruka called from the door. "You're early."

"Of all the things I inherited from my father," Reiko explained on her way past. "A knack for tardiness isn't one of them."

Reiko stopped outside of the door where her Genin charges were waiting. To be honest, she didn't really know any of them. Despite the fact that Naruto had been her Jonin instructor, Reiko hadn't really gotten to know Masaru as well as she would have liked. As for the Uchiha twins, well, she knew their names and that was about it. Sure, she'd seen all three kids around the village and talked to them once in a while, but she had never seen their skills or really talked to them.

"Well, here goes," Reiko said to herself. She grabbed the door handle and slid it open. All three Genin were in the room, sitting in different parts of the stands. Reiko waved. "Yo."

"Hey, what's up, Reiko?" Uzumaki Masaru called from his seat. The boy, like his old man before him, looked just like his father - a shock of bright yellow hair and blue eyes encased in mischief. Even their sense of style was the same. Masaru stood wearing a bright orange T-shirt with the leaf emblem on the front and khaki shorts down to his knees.

"Don't be so familiar, Masaru-kun," Uchiha Sasori called from behind him. The girl crossed her arms over her chest, smiling widely at Masaru. Black bangs fell over her forehead protector and her jet-black hair fell to her shoulders. Her eyes, like her mother's, reflected certain warmth in them. "She'll kick your ass if you step out of line."

"Aw, she could try," Masaru said. "Satoshi and I could beat her up, right, Satoshi?"

"Right!" Uchiha Satoshi called. He stood up to emphasize his point. Satoshi's eyes – black, Uchiha eyes – stared with determination at Masaru. He looked like a younger version of Sasuke, except for the spiked hair and those very faint lines under his eyes that reminded Reiko of Uchiha Itachi. "We'd use our Super Uchiha Uzumaki Rendan!"

"Alright, that's enough out of you three," Reiko said. "Alright, we'll start with the oldest thing in the book: introduce yourselves. You know, likes, dislikes, goals…all that jazz. Oh, and something about yourself – something interesting. Starting with the young lady."

She toggled her headband before starting, "My name is Uchiha Sasori, I'm twelve years old. I like training and I train every afternoon with my dad and younger sister. I also like water colors. I don't like having to share a room with my younger sister because she gets scared at night and crawls into my bed. I don't like it when Mom makes natto, either. An interesting fact about me is that I know every type of poison produced by every type of plant in this region, and I know which ones can kill you the fastest. My goal for the future is that I want to become the next chief of the Uchiha Police Force!"

Reiko's eyebrows went up in amusement. Kid's got spunk. Alright. "How 'bout, you, Satoshi?"

"Right," he said. "I'm Uchiha Satoshi, also twelve years old. I like to run around, and mostly jump from roof to roof. I also like reading manga and playing with my best friend, Masaru. I don't like training with my Dad because he takes the fun away from training and then I can't enjoy it. Something interesting about me is that I have been able to use my Sharingan eye since I was six! My goal for the future is to become the strongest ABNU ever – even stronger than my Dad, or even Hatake Kakashi."

Good luck with that, Reiko said, feeling very proud of her father all of sudden. "That's pretty interesting. And finally, Masaru."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "I'm Uzumaki Masaru! I'm twelve years old and the next greatest ninja of Konohakagure! I like hanging out with my dad on the weekends and I love sparring with him when I get the chance. I also like sparring with Satoshi and making up new jutsu with him! What I don't like is that everyone always says I'm 'just the son of the Hokage.' It makes me mad. I also don't like when my little brother wets the bed 'cause then I'm the one who has to take the mattress out to dry. Oh, and I hate ramen; that makes my dad feel sad, I dunno why. Something interesting about me is that I can stand on my head and whistle at the same time. My goal is for people to know me for something else other than just being the Hokage's son. Yeah!"

Well, they're an interesting bunch, to say the least, Reiko thought. She bounced the soccer ball. "Alright, now that introductions are out of the way, let's get going -"

"Hey, now wait a minute," Masaru said. He pointed an incriminating finger at Reiko. "We introduced ourselves, and it's only polite that you introduce yourself next."

"Yeah, sensei, introduce yourself," Sasori said.

"Fair enough," Reiko said, catching the ball in her hands. "What to say … well, my name is Hatake Reiko, I'm sixteen years old. I like quiet things, but I don't mind noise. Um, I don't dislike too many things, but the things that I do dislike I dislike for a reason. I don't really think I have an ultimate goal for the future, but if I ever think of one, I don't think I'd tell you. Hm…something interesting about me is that, on my left foot, I'm missing part of my second toe – but no one ever notices unless I tell them. Great, now that intros are out of the way, let's get a move on."

Reiko looked at the bemused faces of her three students. Masaru craned his neck to catch a better glimpse at Reiko's feet. She turned around, heading out of the room.

"Hey, hey," Masaru asked. He clamored out into the hall. "How'd you lose your toe?"

Reiko smiled to herself.

"Why are we out here?" Satoshi raised his hand. "This is a soccer field."

"I'm giving you three a task." She threw the soccer ball down onto the field. "I'm in the mood to play some soccer. All you have to do is score one goal. Easy, right? Whoever scores the goal gets to eat a homemade lunch. While the rest of us have cup ramen and natto. Think of this as part two of our little icebreaker."

Reiko stood in the goal, hearing the resolutions coming out the Genin's mouths.

"No way I'm eating natto,"

"Cup ramen … why the hell is it always cup ramen?"

Worked like a charm, Reiko thought happily. Truth be told, the excersize she had thought of that morning had been a little different, but now that she knew a little about her students, Reiko mixed the training program up a bit.

"Alright, you three," she called. She extended her hands on the sides, making sure to guard the goal. She wasn't brilliant at soccer, but she was good at guarding things. One and one makes two, right? "Time to show me what you've got!"

"Right!" Masaru took the center forward position. "I'm gonna score that goal! Just you watch!"

As the boy charged forward with the ball at his feet while his teammates chased after him, Reiko's eyes narrowed. Mistake number one.

Well, that was chapter one. Thanks for reading, and please review. If you didn't like it, I promise chapter two won't suck as much.

-Greeneyesstaring