I do not own any of the Naruto series. If I did, I would not be writing fanfiction and I would be filthy rich at this point. All rights go to the sole owner Kishimoto.

Now, on to the story.

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Ino was fuming. She could not believe what that last glimpse had shown her. How was it possible that Forehead girl had won Sasuke over her? She knew for a fact that she was by far the prettier of the two so why in the seven hells did Sasuke choose Sakura over her. Perhaps the forehead girl had drugged her poor Sasuke-kun or trapped him in a genjutsu. Yeah, that must be it! she thought as she watched the current Sakura draw closer to the current Sasuke. And surprisingly enough, he didn't pull away or chastise her for her advances. That does it! Ino raged in her mind, Don't worry Sasuke-kun, your beautiful Ino-chan will save you from that forehead!

So with her mission in mind, the blond Yamanaka rushed to the sealing matrix before flooding it with her chakra, smirking as the screen flashed to life. Just you wait Sakura, Sasuke will be mine again!

Tis' the mind of a fan-girl.

"Where the hell is he!" an irate Ino roared at apparently no one.

Most of the occupants were taken back from Ino's loud voice. Meanwhile, a certain Nara muttered something about blondes getting more troublesome in the future.

The resident Yamanaka was not the happiest of campers at the moment. Her beautiful face contorted into a fierce scowl, the female member of the Shika-Ino-Cho formation glared at apparently nothing, not noticing the (ahem) big-boned man inching away from her with each passing second. The man was plump, and stood proud at an respectable height just short of 180 cm. Dressed in red clothing with grey armor, the man clenched his bag of chips and moved towards his male counterpart. Standing beside him with an expression that said "I'd rather be anywhere but here" the figure sighed at his teammate's loud screech. Black shinobi pants that led to a plain black t-shirt, everything about the man screamed "I'm too lazy to care". Reaching into the inside pocket of his cream jacket, the man produced a single cigarette.

"Oh look! It's future us!" Ino squealed as she observed how their future counterparts were dressed. Nodding inwardly, she was pleased with the apparel she would grow up to wear. A common practice amongst the shinobi was the fact that they would buy multiple copies of the same clothing they wore as a sort of trademark for themselves. And her future self surely had style, that she would concur. Wearing a collar-less purple blouse that exposed her midriff, the younger Yamanaka realized that she had grown to abandon the bandages she usually wore around her stomach. This was followed by an ankle length skirt of the same color with somehow gave a seductive charm without exposing any skin. In her terms, "Absolutely perfect".

Her father however had different thoughts, which he was not hesitant to make known.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" he basically screamed,"There is no way I am allowing you to leave the house dressed like that!"

"But daddy-" she tried to protest but was cut off by the over-protective Yamanaka head.

"Listen here, Ino. There is no way, and I mean absolutely no way am I allowing you to ever leave the house like that," he ranted. "I don't know what the hell my future self is thinking but your mother and I completely disagree. Right honey?" At this point the man had turned towards his wife sitting to his right. The quiet woman sat with a small smile on her face. Her brown hair caught in a bun with a few strands framing both sides of her face, the woman had the look and feel of a noble and classy lady.

"I don't know honey, I think she looks splendid," the woman commented, secretly loving the betrayed expression on her husband's face. While she knew he had the best of intentions, she also knew that the man had the habit of overreacting and playing the part of a overprotective papa-bear. And she just loved messing with him. Not that she would admit it out loud though.

"See! Mom agrees with me," Ino defended. 'Plus with the way I look, Sasuke-kun would surely come crawling back to me.' she added in her mind.

"You're still so troublesome," the smoker of the group drawled. "Plus, none of the other brats are here yet so just relax." The man tried to explain to the mind-walker. Taking a long drag from the smoke stick between his lips, the man was surprised when the cigarette was yanked away. Eyes narrowing in irritation, the man was greeted with the annoyed scowl of the blond kunoichi.

"Unlike your son Shikadai, my little Inojin is a obedient child who knows the importance of training," she lectured. Shikamaru could only shrug in response. What?! It was true and he wouldn't deny it. His son was a lazy bastard and he was damn proud of it. Hell, he even encouraged it. As long as he didn't turn out to be anything like his mother. Throwing the cigarette to the ground, she proceeded to crush the stick beneath her sandals. "And how many times am I gonna tell you that you should stop smoking. I swear, you're worse than Asuma-sensei!"

Suddenly Asuma yelped and flew from his seat. Someone had poked him with something sharp. Glancing around, he noticed the glare of a certain red-eyed Genjutsu mistress and silently swore that no matter what, he would not allow Shikamaru to smoke.

At least, not in front of her.

"Troublesome blond..." he muttered under his breath. "It wasn't smoking that killed Asuma-sensei," he muttered, before quickly apologizing when he saw the visibly flinch at the mention of their late sensei. "I'm sorry. it's just... "

"Yeah I understand," the Yamanaka murmured. The three shared a moment of silence.

"I-I-I'm dead," Asuma uttered in shock. Sure, he knew the life of a shinobi was usually a short one but to know that you wouldn't live to see your students grow and raise their own family was a whole other level. Shikamaru could only spare a short glance at the man he had come to know as his sensei. Sure, they had only met just yesterday but if his future self was anything to go by, he had come to know the man as a close friend and a treasured comrade.

"Then that means that this is one thing we are to change in the future," Kurenai suddenly spoke up with finality in her tone that showed she would accept no arguments.

"Speaking of Asuma-sensei how is Mirai holding up?"

"Mirai, who's that?" Kurenai asked, secrestly worried that Asuma was dating another woman before he died.

Kakashi, seeing where Kurenai's line of reasoning was heading, reasoned that a bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone so he decided to antagonize the younger Sarutobi in the room. "Perhaps she's his lady friend, we may never know,"

Needless to say, Asuma was not amused with the silver haired man trying to mess up his relationship with Kurenai.

"She's doing fine," Shikamaru answered, drawing another cigarette from his coat. " She just made chunnin awhile ago so there is no doubt Kurenai-sensei is proud of her. And I'm sure Asuma-sensei would be proud too,"

"Of course, any father would be proud," she answered before yanking the new cigarette from Shikamaru's lips and giving it the same treatment.

"I'm a dad!" Asuma exclaimed. The jounin-ranked Sarutobi was near the point of fainting at the moment. First he found out he was going to die soon enough and now he has a daughter. And if he understood the conversation, then the mother was no doubt...

"YOSH! ASUMA AND KURENAI, BOTH OF YOU HAVE SHOWN US THAT YOUR FLAMES WILL SHINE BRIGHTLY. COME LEE! WE MUST TRAIN SO WE TOO CAN MATCH THEIR FLAMES OF YOUTH!" the ever-exuberant Gai shouted, not noticing the red tint on both jounin's faces.

"YES GAI-SENSEI!"

"LEE!"

"GAI-SENSEI!"

"LEE!"

"GAI-SENSEI!"

"LEE!"

"GAI-SENSEI!"

"Oi! What was that for!" Shikamaru uncharacteristically asked in a loud tone. He was pissed off that she kept taking his cigarettes. Ino glared at the pony-tailed man and huffed before crossing her arms beneath her sizable bust, "Do you honestly think I'm going to let you smoke yourself to your grave. Come on Choji, tell him how bad smoking is for him,"

The large Akimichi glanced at his two teammates. Why was it that they always did this to him? The two would usually get into an argument and would ask him to be the deciding factor. Most times he would usually decide in Ino's favor, knowing that Shikamaru would simply forgive him the next second. After all, who would want an angry Ino on their case. Not him. But this time however, Choji chose to simply sit this one out, so he shrugged before digging back into his large bag of chips.

Shikamaru smirked at Choji's decision, knowing that this action left the trio at an impasse meaning he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Granting himself a victory smirk, Shikamaru pulled his last cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips. Perhaps his fatal mistake was that loud sigh of content or the fact that he blew smoke in the direction of the blond that led to his ultimate defeat. Not too sure what had caused it though, but Shikamaru was about to one-upped by the mind-walker when she decided to use a below-the-belt tactic.

A move that easily ranked amongst the likes of 'Do not kick a dude in the nuts' in the rule book of dirty tricks, right behind 'Never steal Icha Icha from one Kakashi Hatake'. A trick so callous that it brought fear to the married men of the Nara clan for generations (which was also the reason why most persons believed that the Nara men were secretly masochists)

Yep, that's right. She used the wife card.

"~Then maybe I should just tell Temari about this then~" she sang sweetly to the horror of Shikamaru.

"You wouldn't,"

"Try me," she prompted. The man glared for a moment before sighing in defeat. Motioning for Choji to follow him, he set off in the direction of the village. Under his breath mumbling something about troublesome wives.

Shikaku shot his son a look of sympathy. "I understand brat. It's a Nara's fate to land ourselves troublesome wives, no matter how unfortunate it is,"

For a man of his intelligence, that was probably the stupidest thing he could have said in that situation, seeing that his wife was right next to him. Poor Shikaku, he never saw the frying pan coming.

Better question though, where did she get the frying pan from?

"Where are guys heading?" Ino asked as she observed her two teammates heading back to the village. The trio had decided to head out to the forests where their kids would meet them so they could train the next Shika-Ino-Cho generation.

"Back to the village, Choji probably has to head home before Karui gets mad and I need to get back to work before Naruto burns down the village. And I need a new pack of cigarettes anyway," Shikamaru answered as he continued to walk away.

"What about training? Our kids are gonna be here any minute,"

"No they're not. If they were, they would be here already. Knowing Shikadai, he probably chose to head home, the sneaky bastard. Now that I think about it, Temari did say her brothers were visiting today. Cho-Cho more than likely is eating dangos with Anko and Inojin wouldn't come near you without the other two so he's probably hiding somewhere,"

"Ha, even you're own son is afraid to go near you, Ino-pig!"

"Shut it Forehead-girl!"

Ino took a moment to process Shikamaru's words before reluctantly nodding in agreement. That did sound like something their kids would do. Muttering, she followed after her two teammates leaving the small clearing.

A few moments after they left, two figures made themselves known in the same small clearing.

"Woah, who the hell are those guys," Kiba remarked aloud.

"By the looks of their headbands, they are Konoha-nins," the Third answered 'But that man, I have no idea who he is, and I know all my shinobi'

One was a tall man and the other was a boy (who admittedly looks a lot like a girl). The man had short jet black hair while the boy had blond hair kept in a ponytail. But that was where the differences ended. Both males had translucent pale skin and identical gears. Dark grey and black jackets that exposed the midriff and black shinobi trousers with red backpacks. The most noticeable feature of the males were their smiles however. Smiles that seemed fake yet you could tell that they were real and heartfelt. The two figures dropped from a branch where the younger of the two spoke first.

"Thanks dad, I'm not sure what I would have done without you," the boy spoke with relief. In his eyes were the tell-tale signs of true fear, something the boy had come to know that only his mother could instill in him.

"No worries, I know first hand what your mother is like when angry," the man stated, his smile slightly growing as he ruffled his son's hair. "I'll tell Ino that I saw you over at Sarada's house, that should but you a couple hours while she talks to Ugly,"

"Thanks again dad," the boy said as he ran off to who knows where.

With that, the screen slowly faded and transformed back to a series of scribbles.

"Was that... my husband?" Ino asked slowly as she put the pieces together.

"So it seems. And I was right to say that your son was hiding somewhere," Shikamaru answered and Choji snickered at the next generation Yamanaka. But who could blame him, he would rather hide than confront Ino when she wasn't in the right mood. Breaking the three from their conversations, the loud voice of Naruto broke all the others from their speculations of the future.

"What's wrong Sakura-chan?" the boy asked concerned.

"Did... DID THAT PALE-FACED BASTARD JUST CALL ME UGLY?!" she roared when indignation. There was no way she would take that lying down, no siree! And inner Sakura was in complete agreement.

Blinking, Ino found herself laughing out loud when she realized that her husband had indeed called Sakura ugly. Blinking away the tears that formed throughout her laughter, Ino managed to say something in between laughs, 'It's no wonder why I married him, the guy is a genius. And he isn't too bad on the eyes either," She stated, the topic of Sasuke at the back of mind.

Growling, Sakura decided to leave the man's punishment for later and asked who would like to go next.

To be continued...