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A/N.: PLEASE READ! CONCERNS NEXT GEN. NARUTO CHILDREN! Also, I am NOT FULLY JAPANESE, so if one of the names accidentally means something repulsive, do not sue me!

Ukita: age 16 - Naruto and Sakura's daughter : Team 7
Yukio: age 17 - Naruto and Sakura's son : Team 7
Hikari: age 16 - ??? and ???'s daughter : adopted by Iruka: ANBU (original member of Team 7, before becoming ANBU)

Keichi: age 15 - Hanabi and Konohamaru's son : Team 8
Keoni: age 15 - Hanabi and Konohamaru's daughter : Team 8
Jiro: age 16 - Chouji and Ino's son : Team 8

Beniji: age 15 - Naruto and Sakura's son : Team 10
Mika: age 18 - Shikamaru and Temari's daughter : Team 10
Takao: age 19 - Lee and Tenten's son : Team 10

Naruto, Sakura are 40. Hanabi and Konohamaru are 30. Chouji and Ino are 41, and Shikamaru is 40 and Temari is 44. Iruka is 60.

Everyone married after the Pein era. (lol, the Pein era... haha)

"Ya... We're having fun Mom... Okay... you guys have a good time... ya... yes we're helping... yes i'm keeping Keichi in check... arigato, bye!" Keoni put the phone on the reciever and turned to her brother.

"You didn't tell her, did you?" stated Keichi, serious for once. Keoni shook her head, her brilliant mahogany hair shining in the light, and went to make some coffee. It had been five years since that fateful summer day, when Keoni went down to find her uncle screaming in his sleep. They were now chunins, and very adept chunins. Both of them were on the same team, since they each had abilities that needed either one's assistance. They also had their mother's kekkai genkai, the Byakugan. Their team was comprised of Jiro and Haruno Sakura as their sensei. Keoni already tried to learn medical jutsu, but it turned out that she was much better with sealing and weapons. Konohamaru was now teaching Keoni how to master the Rasengan, which was proving to be easy, seeing that Keoni was a mastermind in her own way. Keichi, on the other hand, was extremely talented at ninjutsu and healing. Jiro was a taijutsu specialist, along with his mother's kekkai genkai at his disposal. His friendly smile and beautiful face could turn deadly on the battlefield. He was Konoha's heartthrob, with the only difference from Sasuke was that he was the flirty type. Ino and Chouji had to deal with the ever-increasing girls coming in and out of their house ever since Jiro turned 14.

"Should we go through most of the attic?" suggested Keoni, eager for something to do. She would rather be working than to be alone. Most of the time, she'd go hang out with Ukita and Beniji at Ichiraku Noodle Shop. But ever since Haruno-sensei told them to volunteer in their spare time, they helped out at Neji's house. "Yeah, I think we should." Keichi agreed, and Keoni steered him to the attic.

They opened the door and gasped at the sight. Piles and piles of junk and debris were scattered, making it impossible to move. Spiders were crawling in the shelf Keoni dusted years ago. A layer of dust clogged the floor, causing a terrible smell. Keichi searched for the old mop he used long ago. Finally he found it, and made a pathway for them to move across.

Keoni looked like she was about to puke. Quickly putting herself together, she did the most sane thing she could do in this situation: plan.

"Okay, I know how you don't like to clean, Keichi," she said, and Keichi grimaced," but we have to do something about uncle Neji's attic." She pointed to the north-west corner of the room. "You'll clean out that old desk." Next she gestured to the closet, which looked anything but nice. "I'll do the closet." she gulped, wondering what was in there. "And we'll both vacuum, because that's all we really need to do."

She put her hands on her hips, and gave Keichi a smug look. Groaning, he set off to work.

The slurping of soup and quiet breathing in the still silence of the dining room was getting to Iruka. He was usually a person who enjoyed the company of others, but tonight was out of the question. He looked at the eerily calm faces of Hikari, who was staring intently at her soup bowl. She was playing with her midnight black hair,. After a few minutes, he couldn't take it any longer.

He stood up, his chair creaking against the hardwood floor. "Okay. Spit it out. What's up with you?" he asked. A pale face with black eyes and dark hair stared at him, making him feel uncomfortable. 'Damn, why didn't I adopt Naruto all those years,' he thought, feeling the strength of her stare hit him.

"What's up, Iru-... I mean, Dad?" asked Hikari, after a very pregnant pause. Iruka's eye twitched. "Why can't you people... talk to each other during supper or something?" he spat out desperately. Hikari looked at him, and you could see that she finally put two and two together: her Dad had finally gone insane.

Iruka practically ran to the kitchen, despite the fact that he was in his sixties. "I'll find out sooner or later." he muttered, fixing up his ponytail as he started to do the dishes.

"Sakuraa-hime." called out a voice not unlike Naruto's. After Danzo's 'accidental' death, there was a constant need for an audience with the jinchuuriki. And it didn't help when Sakura leaked out the information about him being a 'Namikaze' to Ino, the village gossip. Due to most of the female population being too friendly, there was an ever-increasing amount of security around him. Not that it was needed. Married to Sakura had its benefits and pitfalls.

But then again, who wouldn't want to protect the Hokage?

Yes, Namikaze Naruto was now the seventh Hokage. Thanks to him, most of the war-torn countries, Rain Village included, had been able to restore themselves to grandeur. Most of the riches were now evenly divided, or as divided as Naruto wanted them to be.

"SAAKKUURA-" he said, bursting out of his office. Haruno Sakura was casually walking down the hallway when she heard her husband's voice. "What a baka." she grinned evilly, and shunshin'd to the Hokage office.

"SAAA-mmph..." Sakura put a hand to Naruto's mouth, as she dragged him into the office, closing the door with a bang. Scuffles and grunts and moans and screams could be heard from the outside (lol i know what you creeps are thinking... kukuku, me too)

So much for Konoha's security.

Keoni brushed her dark bangs out of her face. It had been an hour since she assigned jobs for the both of them. Looking up at where Keichi was, it wasn't going well for him either. He saw her looking at him, gave her the middle finger, and proceeded with his work. Keoni growled, killer intent radiating off of her in waves. Just as she was about to throttle Keichi, someone opened the attic door.

"Everything all right?" asked an elderly man. Keoni and Keichi looked at the face protruding out of the door.

To put it in the nicest terms, Hyuuga Neji had aged considerably even though he was forty. To an average passer-by, he could probably pass off as a sixty year old man. He had wrinkles, grey hair, and carried a cane wherever he went. At that moment, he looked like a grumpy old man.

Keoni rearranged her features so that it looked like she was smiling. "Nothing's wrong, oji-san."

Neji narrowed his eyes; it had been years since he was able to use the Byakugan. "Well, there's someone on the phone for you anyways..." He tottered down the rickety attic steps. Keichi and Keoni listened to him leave. Turning to face her brother, she glared malevolently at him. "You know, if oji-san catches you being bad-ass now, he'll stick his cane up your-"

"Nice. You're one to talk." Keichi stuck out his tongue. "WHY YOU LITTLE-"

"KEONI! THE PHONE!" boomed her uncle's voice, reaching the floorboards of the attic. "I'm coming, I'm coming." she shouted and stomped like an elephant down the old attic stairs.

Neji looked at her disapprovingly. He gestured to the cordless phone, sitting on the breakfast table next to the livingroom. Keoni flashed a fake smile at him and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She listened, and heard a man's voice.

"Hyuuga Keoni?"

"Oh go on, Takao, just one more." said a red-nosed kunoichi named Mika. Takao groaned, wondering how he was even able to hang out with her in the first place. He, on all accounts, should be the one who can't have a drink to save his life. According to Neji, his father, Lee, couldn't even down one glass without killing everyone in the vicinity.

But, since it was Mika's 18th birthday, she just HAD to drag him along for the ride. He sighed, brushing his dark locks out of his eyes. He groaned, as he remembered how his mother, Tenten, had rushed out of the house with a kunai, threatening to chop off his long bangs. Apparently it made him look like an Uchiha. She always praised Kami for the fact that he didn't inherit Lee's gigantic eyebrows. Shrugging, he continued to concentrate on his female friend, who was singing "We are the Champions" off-key.

Rock Takao had been Nara Mika's friend ever since she, quite literally, fell out of the sky on him on his fourth birthday. It all happened when her mother, Temari, was taking Mika on a trip using her fan, and accidentally did a swan dive. Thankfully, he was there to catch her, and it always turned out like that. She was always in trouble, whether it was with the hokage, or when she tried to play tricks on Matsui and Hikari (which never work due to the fact that Hikari's already in ANBU). Unfortunately, the only thing she ever inherited from her father, Shikamaru, was his dark hair and lazy attitude. 'Too bad,' he thought. 'Shikamaru-san has a brilliant mind'.

"Okay Mika, I think that's enough." he said firmly, dragging the spluttering female out of the bar. "Aww, you're such a party-p... a party-poo... How does it go a-agin?" she said, obviously stoned. Trying his hardest not to roll his eyes, he asked. "Walk for me." He wanted to see how drunk she was.

She tried to walk, but ended up falling on him. Sighing heavily, he just picked her up and walked to her house. He looked at his watch, and it beeped: 8 o'clock. No doubt there would be a lot of questions from Temari when she saw them.

Neji and Keichi groaned in unison as another "I know" echoed throughout the house. It was coming from the kitchen, and sadly, the dining room was right beside it. Another bout of laughter soared out of it, causing Keichi to shudder. 'Dear Kami,' he thought, 'Please make Keoni stop. NOW!' Meanwhile, Neji looked at his watch. It was fifteen past 8, and she still hadn't come for dinner.

"Keichi," he asked, after looking at his nephew's face. "Do teenage girls actually... act like this?" He definitely knew that Hinata wasn't like that at all. But then again, it was before the Hyuugas actually had phones around the compound. He highly doubted that Hiashi would let her daughter use the only phone for such frivolities.

Keichi smirked. "You have no idea."

As all of this was happening, Keoni was busy in the kitchen laughing her head off.

"...And then, you know what happens? He tries to get out of the river, but I totally push off the ledge, and his head was so deflated... you know how Keichi's hair is impossible."

"yeah, i know."

"How is everything with your dad?"

"So so. He still won't talk to me."

"Why? He was so quick to forgive the leader of Akatsuki, of all people."

"You know how he is. Village, ramen, and Sakura is always on his mind."

"HA! Nice. Well, if you need help, you can always talk to me."

"Thanks a lot Keoni-chan. I didn't know who to phone, so I just asked Mika-chan for your number." Keoni could almost see him scratching the back of his head.

"Anytime."

"See you tomorrow, Keoni." He hung up the phone.

"Love you, Beniji." Keoni muttered quietly into the reciever. As she entered the dining room, she felt the eyes of Keichi and Neji on her. "I'm going to bed." she mumbled, and ran to the second floor.

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