A/N: Hello people of the future. . . or present. . . or past. . . we don't discriminate. Enjoy le chapter. We promise that our sanity left us years ago. What is sanity again?
On with chapter!
Wanderer:*throws confetti and kunai knives*
Ocean * throws glitter*
Wanderer: *hating life choices* *dodging knives as they come back to the ground*
Ocean: *begins coughing because glitter got into her lungs*
Chapter 3
All of the time travelers started settling in to the apartment that Tsunade gave them until they found their way back home.
They had decided that each team would get one of the rooms, with Himawari staying with Team Seven, Saimara staying with Ino-Shika-Cho, and Metal and Log sharing the last room.
Mitsuki had already given his brother many sets of earplugs and Log had drawn boundary seals around his sleeping area.
Also, he would switch to the Team Seven room if he needed to.
No one was going to die of Youth on their watch.
In Ino-Shika-Cho-Saimara Room:
Shikadai had already flopped on his bed and was fast asleep.
"I miss Mom!" Chocho whined.
"What a drag." Shikadai sleep muttered.
Saimara looked at him curiously. "Nara men are even lazy in their sleep, it would seem."
Inojin had begun to organize his paintbrushes and ink carefully.
"Chocho, team practice tomorrow?" Inojin asked. "Let's see how we compare to our parents when we're the same age. It'll be fun, I'll buy you sushi."
"Troublesome Yamanaka woman." Shikadai sleep muttered.
Chocho glanced at her lazy teammate. "What's he dreaming about?" She wondered out loud.
"Mind Reader Jutsu." Saimara said calmly, making the appropriate hand signs and entering Shikadai's dream.
The dream showed the three Ino-Shika-Cho clan matriaches angrily giving training instructions. Specifically Temari and Ino were the angry women.
"Team training with the mothers." Saimara answered Chocho's question.
"Thanks Mara-nee!" Chocho beamed. "Inojin, your sister's the best!"
Saimara gave a slight smile at that.
Inojin nodded his head in agreement, before a thought struck.
"Hey, Mara-nee? Why didn't you tell anyone that you are my sister?"
Saimara glanced at Inojin. "Jin, how old am I?"
Inojin's eyes widened with realization. "Seventeen."
Chocho interrupted. "Why does that matter?"
"Chocho, how old was my mother when Saimara was born?" Inojin asked his teammate.
Chocho frowned. "Aunt Ino was seventeen. What's that have to do with anything?"
"Chocho, what has my mother said about her father to you?" Inojin asked.
"Well, that he was very loving and protective of her. Dad said he would threaten boys if they got near her."
Saimara smiled just like her father. "How do you think grandfather Inoichi would react to mother having me at the age of seventeen?"
"Ohhhhh." A look of realization dawned on Chocho's face.
"Bad! Very Bad!" Chocho and Inojin said in sync.
"Exactly." Saimara nodded. "So keep quiet about that, alright?"
At the Yamanaka Clan Compound:
Ino woke up in a cold sweat, sensing impending doom on her freedom.
Inoichi woke up feeling like he wanted to murder someone.
Ume, Inoichi's wife, also woke up suddenly, certain that she would need to restrain her husband in the near future.
Ocean: Helllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! We hope you enjoyed the big Saimara reveal . . . now time to beg for reviews. Wanderer take it away!
Wanderer: *with crocodile tears* Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!
