A/N: Don't own Naruto, never will, would love to write for it. Same 'ole.

Here's chapter four. Please don't forget to review, or favs, or something- motivation, people, it's all about the motivation!

A note: There is no lemon in this chapter, though there is mention of lemony-type-goodness. Some of it's with adults, some of it's with kids- they're twelve. No, they don't get any action- but they're in some pretty heavy make-out type situations. There is some partial nudity described. If this turns you off or isn't your cup of tea for some reason, feel free to skip it when Hanabi goes upstairs. When she goes back down, it's safe again- and a bit before that. (It really starts when the ninja she meets leaves her in the hall)

Also, a heads up- this will not be the last time underaged kids are involved in sexual situations in this story. There will probably be at least one actual lemon involving such, but I won't say who or when. Why will be pretty obvious at the time. Not for a bit, yet, though.

Chap. 4 Tree-climbing Mark II, and then some

Hanabi was all smiles at the all-too-obvious misery of the three children in her care when the sun broke over the mountains barely visible to the east. The water between their position and the sun rising over Kaminari no Kuni was blinding, but the blue of the ocean below was breathtaking in the crisp morning air.
"Come on, you lazy bums, get up! You have five minutes to be ready for training, or no breakfast!"

Kenkei made it with three seconds to spare.
"All right," Hanabi said with an annoyed sigh, "I guess we can take ten to eat. Coals are worthless, so eat your breakfast cold. While you eat, it's time for another lesson."

They were all ears as she explained the basics of chakra-walking, and informed them that it was one of the lowest Genin-level skills- and that they'd be doing it by the end of the day, or die trying.

At first, they'd been impressed with her skill at doing so, but as she explained the process, it became less and less magical, and more and more annoying.
"Come on, Sensei," Kinyue whined for the fifth time, "how come we gotta do this? My chakra control's already great, and even Toride's not too bad."

"Because. Do it. Now."
Grumbling, she joined the two boys standing in front of the cliff. When she'd reached them, standing between the two boys as usual, Hanabi said, "Wait."

The Jonin walked over to them and took the other girl's shoulders, forcing her to take Toride's place, and he to hers. "This will work better. You guys are learning to get along better, right? Teamwork. And I get the feeling you two are spending too much time together, anyway- it'll do you some good to be apart."

They grumbled loudly, all three of them, but Hanabi didn't bother to stop their whining this time. She only said, "Get going."

Two hours later, it was getting very hard for the older kunoichi to hold in the laughter.

The only thing that had kept her from losing it had been the drop in morale it would undoubtedly cause. "Still think it's too easy, kiddies?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Sensei, this is impossible," Kenkei moaned, "Are you sure this is a Genin-level skill?"

Still smiling, Hanabi nodded. "Yeap. It's the first skill my Jonin-sensei taught our team. We started on trees, though. They're harder- they break if you put too much chakra into them. Here, you only have to worry about too little."

Toride's eyes lit up at once, but the other two didn't seem to have caught the hint.

Still, after she'd urged them all back up from their break to try again, the boy who supposedly had the worst chakra control among them made it a full nine steps up the cliff on his next attempt.

Of course, the joy of his success was marred by the thump as he landed, ass-first, on the ledge. The laughter of all three of his teammates didn't help.

"Good job," Hanabi said through barely-controlled giggles a few minutes later- it wouldn't do to let her Genin hear her giggle, after all- laughing was bad enough. "You got a long way up. Why don't you share what you figured out, and see how you do this time?"

She noted that it was only with some reluctance that he actually did so, but by the time he'd choked out, "Use lots and lots of chakra- as much as you can get out. When we move onto trees, we'll have to tone it back, I guess, but like Sensei said- the ground's not going anywhere if we put in too much."

There was something wrong with that statement, of course, but the Jonin didn't feel the need to disabuse him of the notion yet. Besides, all three of them together probably don't have the chakra to break it up even with a good Doton. But we'll fix that, too.

* * *

By the end of the day, all three of the Genin were exhausted, physically and mentally. Hanabi had allowed them only three breaks- two five-minute ones to catch their breath, and twenty for lunch. There was no way it would have been enough to rebuild their chakra supplies. Of course, that's all part of the plan...

This time, when the three pre-teens dropped around the rebuilt fire just after sunset, Hanabi had praise for them- for the first time.

"You guys did pretty good, today. I'm actually impressed."

"But Sensei," Kenkei responded, "none of us got even half way up the cliff!"

Hanabi smiled, a real one this time, "Yeah, but it's still better than I did my first time. My sensei did the same training with me, right here. It took me four days to get to the top without my hands."

"But you do it so well now, Sensei," Kinyue said, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, but that's just practice. By the time I say one of you has 'passed' this excercise, you'll have logged over a thousand hours doing it- on every surface you can think of. Cliffs, then trees, buildings- those are harder, but thinner so you have to mold the chakra differently, depending on the materiel it's made of- and then to ice, snow, water... if it has a surface, you can walk on it eventually."

Toride spoke up after a few more minutes of silence as they finished catching their breath, "I get why this is useful- tactically and all, if you can walk on anything, you have a lot more mobility. That's cool, but I get the feeling there's something more."

Hanabi's smile returned at once. I knew there was a reason I liked him. "Nice, looking Underneath the Underneath already. I thought I'd have to beat that into you a few more times, Toride.
"First, chakra control is one of a ninja's prime skills. It affects just about everything you do. Can anyone tell me why?"

"More control means more efficiency. You don't have to use as much chakra to do the same job. Right, Sensei?"

Hanabi nodded at Kenkei, "Right. Also, working your chakra to it's limits on a daily- or near daily- basis is the fastest way to build up your reserves. I was watching you this morning with my Byakugan- I literally have more chakra at rest in my left arm- and I'm right-handed- than you three do in your whole bodies combined when using chakra actively. That's from constant practice."

All three were wide-eyed at that revelation.

"So, given those two facts, what is the real objective of this training, aside from the mobility?"

Kinyue, grinning herself now, answered, "To make us better ninja! More chakra and more efficiency means we can do more for longer, right?"

Hanabi nodded, and was about to speak again, but was interrupted by the shorter boy, "It also makes it so, eventually, we can use chakra without conscious effort, right, Hanabi-sensei?"

While she nodded once again, Hanabi noted to herself that that was the first time any of her students had actually used her given name. Each had tried calling her Hyuuga-Sensei their first day, but it had been too awkward- especially with her glaring at them- to try more than once. After that, each had seemed to move to just "Sensei" without any interplay at all. A part of the older woman was warmed at the thought that they were starting to warm up to her as well, harsh a taskmistress as she was trying to be. Or maybe Tori's just a masochist.

They continued the 'lecture' for another hour while the four of them ate, mostly covering details of different scenarios, including the differences between walking on ice- horizontal or vertical- as opposed to, say, a brick wall.

The last topic they covered that night was Hanabi mentioning that, as of tomorrow, they would be adding another chakra-control excercise to their cliff-walking. And, over their groans, "if you guys do well enough on that, we'll be done with this place by the next day."

Of course, I can just 'forget to mention' that we'll be cliff-walking while doing the leaf-stick technique for another day along the cliffs until we reach the port...

* * *

It took a half-day longer than Hanabi had expected to reach the small port town of Seareach, but she couldn't complain much overall. Kenkei, pushing himself hard to beat Toride's record the previous day of three hours of uninterrupted cliff-walking, had fallen from the cliff and had to be carried by Hanabi for half of the day while he slept on her back.
The weight was inconsequential to the Jonin- she'd had to carry far heavier people in her career, including one memorable instance of the gigantic prince of the Land of Birds after he'd fallen from a horse and broken his leg on his own weight.

Still, they had a bit more than three weeks of their month left, and if her plan held true, it would only take another two days to their destination and five days back to the village, leaving them a full two weeks to train- in the middle of nowhere.

It took only a few hours to book passage leaving early the next day and find a hotel for them to crash in for the night. Hanabi had been here before, and the local hotel manager recognized her by her eyes at once.
"Hyuuga-san, it's so good to see you again!" she'd cried after a moment of surprise.

Hanabi had grinned and walked up to hug the elderly woman. Despite the cheerful greeting, though, Toride noted that after a longer-than-usual hug, the older ninja's face was grim as they separated. But by the time she'd turned to face them again, all signs of worry were gone from Hanabi's eyes.

After Hanabi had informed the trio that she'd wake them at five to do a little more training before boarding the ship, she left the boys in one room and Kinyue in the room next door to slip down to the bar for a drink- and to keep an eye out.

There were two hotels in town, she knew, and this was by far the more reputable. That being said, it was still an international port, smaller than most, to be sure, but a port nonetheless. It was filled with travellers, people who could vanish into the distance and never be seen from again- and that made it, and them, dangerous.

As she nursed a single small bottle of sake, Hanabi kept an eye out for the man the old manager had warned her of- a Kumo known to have attempted kidnappings of Hyuuga before. Bastards don't ever give up. Four times they've tried to take my eyes, and three on my sister- starting when she was five. Morons...

It was late, and she'd almost missed the chance to spot him when he came in. The ninja was very tall, he would stand over Naruto's height by a good four inches or more- and built like a house. The economy of movement in him was evident, though, and Hanabi knew by that alone- if not the scars on his bare skin, the nicks and scrapes of his hitai-ate, and the ANBU-style mask slung on the side of his head that this one would be trouble if it came down to it.

The big man glanced around the room once, then began moving straight for Hanabi's table.

She tensed, almost unnoticably, but her fear spiked when she saw Toride in the doorway leading up to the stairs to their room. He paused mid-step when he saw the big man standing at his sensei's table and did his best to melt back into the shadows. The big man, though, gave no sign that he even noticed- or cared.

"Hyuuga Hanabi?"

The Jonin gulped. He knows me by sight... must be in Kumo's bingo books already. Damn it.

She nodded, as calmly as she could. She didn't really think she'd lose- she was one of the best, recently promoted or not- but she had no desire to cause any colateral damage in an inn run by an ally nation, and a personal friend. And as skilled as this man was, there was no way she'd escape a fight without some damage to the building.

"I have a message. May I sit?"

His voice was smooth and cultured, so much so that Hanabi was actually surprised. Intellectually, she knew that Kumogakure- and Kaminari no Kuni in general- were not a backwards country. In practice, though, she'd really only seen them on the other side of a conflict, and it surprised her a bit that they even knew how to carry on a conversation without threats and intimidation tactics.

"What is your message, Kumo-san?"

He smiled calmly and reached carefully- and slowly- into a pocket of his armored vest, giving Hanabi plenty of time to go for a weapon if she chose. He's tempting me...
But all he pulled out was a piece of paper, not even a scroll. He looked down at it, and read slowly, "Hey, Naruto-baba! Don't make me feel like I got-ta! Come on up, send me a line, you and your friends' gotta spend some time!"
The Kumo ninja scowled at the message and rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, "wish I'd read that piece of trash before now so I could have saved the headache. Sorry, Hyuuga-san," he said, his voice brightening a little as he looked up, holding the paper over the candle till it ignited, "Let me translate. The one who sent that message is actually my old sensei, and he's a friend of your Hokage. What he really wants is for him to come up and visit him in Kumo- or at least send some people to talk. There's been some changes at home, and Kirabi-sama wants to talk to Blondie about it."

One of Hanabi's eyebrows twitched.

"Kirabi?"

The big man nodded, smiling widely, "Yeah. He's my old sensei. He and your Hokage have a lot in common, if you catch my drift."

Hanabi nodded, her eyes narrowing. "I get your 'drift'. Now, how about you tell me why a random Kumo ninja, who knows me by name, just happens to have a message for my Hokage, in a place even I didn't know we were going until after we had been gone from Konoha for a full day?"

"Didn't," the man responded casually, leaning back and signalling for a waitress. He slung his big arms across the back of the booth, and continued, "I'm actually on my way to Konoha to deliver that message, but I have to make a few stops first. Figured I'd see if you can get there before me, since I have to travel to west Tsuchi first."

Eyes still slits, Hanabi growled, "And the fact that I'm a Hyuuga has nothing to do with it?"

He smiled, "Nah. Kirabi and me don't think it's right to go stealin' blood limits. We think stuff like that's gotta be earned."

"And my name? What's your flimsy excuse for knowing that?"

Now, it was the strange ninja's turn to look unhappy. "What, you don't reconize me? It's Omoi!"

"... who?"

Nonplussed, the older giant rolled his eyes and pointed to himself with one hand, ruffling his white spiked hair with the other, "Omoi. My sister's Karui, cousin is Samui? Karui's got a thing going on with that chubby guy from Konoha? With the orange hair?"

Pieces clicked together, and Hanabi almost gasped in surprise. This was perhaps one of only five Kumo ninja she didn't have to worry about. For one, while the younger Hyuuga and Akimichi Choji hadn't ever really been close friends, she knew for a fact that the rotund ninja could be trusted implicitly. And the fact that Naruto had given him permission to marry the Kumo girl if he so chose spoke volumes. True, this shinobi was a few steps away from Choji, but now that she knew who he was, Hanabi could remember instances of the Kumo Jonin team trained by the Eight-Tails Jinchuurichi working for days on end to help recover from the devastation brought by the last war with Iwa and the attack of Uchiha Sasuke two and a half years before.

"I think I remember you now," she said, allowing herself a small smile, "weren't you the worry-wort who thought your sister broke Choji's mind with her flat-chest and good looks? Or something like that?"

The guffaws from the big man brought all eyes in the room to their table, but his easy manner caused them to relax shortly after. The two ninja shared stories and drinks long past the time Hanabi had been intending to go to bed for the night, but she didn't mind. In fact, she was starting to enjoy the older shinobi's company quite a bit.

After all, he is pretty handsome... even if he is a bit older than I like. I'm sure he's got it where it counts. Maybe... yeah, I'm sure the kids are asleep. We'll just have to use his room.

"So, you staying in this hotel, then?" she asked, casually, doing her best not to betray the sudden lust- mild though it was- in her eyes as she looked across the table.

He seemed somewhat surprised at the question and it's implied offer, but only thought about it for a moment. She was pretty cute, he'd decided that early on. "Sure, I guess. Third floor, room six. You want to go check on your Genin before meeting me there?"

Hanabi thought a moment as she slammed back the last of her sake, "Nah. They're down by now for sure. We gotta pass 'em to get to you anyway, we're the first rooms on that floor."

In her slightly- well, more than slightly- inebriated state, she was able to restrain from groping the older man in the common room- it was still half-full, even given the late hour- but as soon as she'd entered the darkened staircase, she pushed the much larger man up against the wall and stood up on her tiptoes to give him a rough kiss.

Unfortunately for her, she'd underestimated his height by a long shot. Fortunately for him, though, the woman's soft lips just reached past the edge of his armor, and she ended up kissing him lightly just below his clavicle. Giggling a little, she snaked one arm as far around him as she could force it, and repeated the gesture with a bit more intent this time. Kami, it's been over a year since... well, more than two, actually.

In her drunken state, as she followed the slightly-protesting Omoi up the staircase, she didn't notice the boy watching her studiously, with some kind of pain flashing through his eyes.

When she passed room three-oh-one, though, a sudden noise brought her to a halt at once, all thoughts of a night's pleasure with the older man burned away with any alchohol in her system. There was a boy, talking softly in a low voice, and a girl, giggling in a higher one, but still obviously trying to be stealthy. And they were in the same room at two or later in the morning. Oh Kami, no... they'd better not be doing what I think they're doing! "I'm sorry, Omoi-san," she whispered angrily, "I'm afraid something has come up with my unruly students. I am flattered at your willingness, but it seems now's not the time."

The older ninja glanced at the door with a knowing look, and gave a wistful smile, "No, Hyuuga-hime, it is I that am flattered. That a beautiful flower such as yourself would even offer to grace me with her presence for drinks is enough. For a night... it was more than I could have hoped for."

She barely registered the sudden change in his speech from casual to solemn as he turned with a bow and walked down the hall.

It took less than a second for her to slip in the spare key and unlock the door without a sound, but she waited until the other ninja had entered his own room before whipping the door open, her eyes practically on fire with her rage.

Kami I'm so not ready for this!

The situation was far, far too clear for Hanabi's liking. It only took a glance, even with traces of alchohol in her system, for the Hyuuga's Byakugan to tell her that Toride was nowhere in the room. Kenkei was on top, his shirt off, Kinyue half beneath him, her own shirt unbuttoned completely and pushed aside, her white bra pushed up to bare not-quite-barely-there breasts. Unfortunately for Hanabi again, the Byuakugan was adept at picking out details like the fact that the younger girl's nipples were both very erect, and the thin trail of saliva hanging between the girl's left one and a very, very shocked Kenkei's mouth. Equally, she could not ignore the tightness in the boy's pants- he was very into this, up until Hanabi had entered the room. She could see him wilting rapidly, though. No more for you tonight, lover boy.

It was hard for her, at that moment, to decide which of the three was more embarrassed. Both of the pre-teens looked mortified that they'd been caught in such an act, of course, but Hanabi had in no way thought this would happen so soon, and with them at such a young age. Damn it, Naruto! I told you I wasn't ready for this!

Not that she had any choice. It was do or die, now.

"Dresss. Now."

For a fraction of a second, she debated turning away to spare them some shame, but thought against it at once. Better they take in every bit of shame they can. Acting like rutting animals- at their age! Fuck I'm not ready for this!

Kenkei seemed to be having a problem finding his shirt, and Kinyue couldn't seem to line up her buttons. The fact that more guests of the hotel seemed to be making their way down the hall as time wore on didn't seem to bother Hanabi, who stood inside the door with it still wide open.

Kinyue, however, traced each one that walked by, her eyes widening whenever someone noticed what was going on and paused for a second look- or more.

The red in her face was only further justification to Hanabi that the girl was far too young for this.

When Kenkei was wearing his shirt again, Hanabi growled, "Where's Toride?"

The younger boy mumbled something, so she repeated the question at a full yell, too enraged to care who she woke up.

"In your room, I think, Sensei!"

"You think?"

The boy, terrified, nodded.

"You don't get to call me Sensei any more. You have officially failed as a Genin. For the remainder of our training trip, you will not be alone with Kinyue. Either myself or Toride- preferrably both- will be with you at all times. You are not so much to go behind a tree and piss without one of us watching you. Is that clear?"

The venom in her voice squelched any chance of rebellion. He only had room for one emotion just then- terror. After that, she knew, hopelessness and despair would sink in- reinforced by what she would say next. "You get to watch Toride advance further and further under my personal guidance while you languish, with no training and no practice. When we return to Konoha, I will press charges on behalf of your parents- both of you. In addition, I will request that you are removed from Konoha's service as ninja- permanently."

He nodded, unable to do anything else at the moment.

Then, Hanabi turned her withering gaze on the girl who was already cowering, now attempting to hide her near-nakeness with the hotel's blanket.

"And as for you, young lady- I am very, very ashamed of you. You and I will be talking at great length about this as soon as I've composed myself. Until then, you are also to consider yourself no longer a Genin. I am disgusted by your actions, both of you. Kinyue- our room. You are not to be anywhere without me or Toride, same as Kenkei. The only difference is I won't make you shower or relieve yourself with him around. But before you think this is unfair, or you're getting off easy, let me make this perfectly clear- I know it was both of you doing this. There was no forcing, and it was a mutual thing. Therefore, your punishments will be equally severe. Now get in that room at once."

The Jonin spared the boy a few more seconds of her rage, then followed the other girl out the door and the few steps to their room- where she'd hoped the girl would have been sleeping hours before.

When she reached the doorway, though, she was again surprised to find Kinyue standing in the doorway, her face and neck flushed bright red, and Toride sitting on the nearest bed, looking steadfastly away from her, his own face bright with embarrassment as well.

Hanabi sighed, her breath still shaking with wrath, and said quietly, "Out, Toride. Young lady, you get into bed right now. If I hear a peep- just one peep- out of you tonight we're turning around and going home right now."

She could tell, even facing away as she was, that the girl had drawn in a breath to reply in some way, but she thought better of it and scurried to the far bed, climbing under the covers without undressing or looking either of the others in the eye.

His face still red, Toride stood slowly and walked to the door, his eyes on the floor. When he was outside the room, Hanabi pulled the door shut and beckoned him to follow her down the stairs and back into the common room.

She took the same seat she'd had before, her glasses still on the table, and gestured for Toride to take the other side. She activated her Byakugan, keeping her eyes trained on the spot above where her two other students lay in their beds, both visibly shaking even from three floors below.

Still watching them, Hanabi took a deep, calming breath, and asked, "Is that why you came down, earlier? To tell me what they were up to?"

He took a moment to answer, his voice lower than she was used to, "Y- N- well... kind of. I really came to see if I could get your room key, after they kicked me out. I'd rather share a room with you than those two anyway. They make me sick. Shinobi are supposed to be about the mission, not getting in each other's... well..."

Hanabi nodded, still watching the two upstairs, "That's right, they are. Next time, it doesn't matter if I'm in the middle of something. If you need me, you talk to me- no matter what. Okay?"

He nodded, watching the table studiously. After a time, he reached casually over to one of Omoi's shot glasses and started spinning it in his fingers, watching the table through the amber liquid he'd been drinking.

"Are you really going to take away their Genin status?" he asked, a long time later.

Hanabi sighed again, and said, "I knew they wouldn't stay put. They're talking to each other through the wall now. At least they're staying in the right rooms, this time."

He seemed to take her change of subject as 'yes', because he slumped even further in his chair, visibly dejected.

"What's up?" Hanabi asked, genuinely curious as to why he seemed so sad that people he didn't like were going to basically be out of his life from now on.

"I donno... they were kinda just the first two to every really talk to me except for you and my parents. I guess I'm just thinking maybe after they're gone no one will talk to me any more."

Whatever Hanabi had been expecting, it wasn't that. "What do you mean? You didn't have any friends in the Academy? What about before?"

He shook his head, "No... my family's from Iwa. We moved before the war, I barely even remember what our old house looked like, but it doesn't matter to them. I'm a traitor just 'cause of that. Lower than dirt. 'Iwa ninja killed my brother! You killed him, scum', stuff like that. You know how it is."

No I don't.

That was the thought that stuck in her head. She had no idea what that would be like. But she did know someone who did. Maybe I should introduce him to Naruto. Or maybe the Kazekage. "Listen, Toride-kun," and she didn't notice, apparently, the affectionate suffix, "people like that are blind- but it passes, in time. You just have to keep your chin up, and move forward. Sooner or later, people will see you for who you are, and it'll stop."

He sighed, glancing up to see that his sensei's eyes were still trained well above his head, before saying softly, "Yeah, but when?"

She shrugged a bit, "Don't know. Can't say. But I know someone who started at the bottom, and was hated by everyone... and he's now the Hokage, and everyone looks up to him. Even those who hate him respect him. So maybe you can do the same, huh?"

Naruto being Naruto, he'd never hidden what his past had been like- at least, to those who cared enough to ask. After a while, long before he'd become Hokage, even, it seemed the whole village had known exactly what his childhood had been like. It was no surprise, then, that this boy- even if he had originally been from Iwa- would know about the story.

"My parents weren't even ninja," he said again after a while, visibly debating whether to take a sip of whatever alchohol was left in the glass, "but it doesn't matter to them. They were killers, so was I, blah blah."

Hanabi couldn't help but grin a bit, looking down at last, "You seem to be pretty well adjusted, regardless. Like I said, just give it time. They're already trusting you more."

"How do you figure that?" he asked, with a snort.

"Well, they didn't assume you'd rat them out when they kicked you out."

That seemed to cheer him a bit.

"Come on, Tori-kun. Let's get to bed. We can rest more on the boat, but I'm getting tired. Too much excitement already today."

He nodded and stood up, but didn't move away from the table until she was a few paces away and turned to look at him.

He finally pulled his eyes up to meet hers, and she had to read his lips to hear what he'd whispered, "How come it's all right for you and that Kumo nin, but not those two?"

On the surface, the answer seemed obvious. But underneath... and then underneath again...

Shit. They're adults in the eyes of the Village. They were obviously consentual... damn it. Well, hell. I'm not apologizing- they're still too young. But I guess I can't take away their status yet. We're gonna have to have a long talk about compromising the mission though. There's a time and a place."

A/N: Always, always, remember to review please. :) I can't say I'll stop writing without 'em- that's tacky and dumb. But it does help to keep me going, especially at a good rate. :)

A note, continued: Now that I'm not at risk for spoiling my own chapter, let me continue this: To reiterate, I am not, in any way, shape, or form, condoning underaged sex. However, in real life, it is a reality. A sad one, but reality nonetheless. As such, there will be at least one occurance of it in this story. I still don't, and never will, condone it. Period. It's the best way I've ever seen or heard of to screw up your life completely and forever- and I highly recommend you don't risk it if it applies to you.

That being said, I probably won't write a lemon between Kenkei and Kinyue. While they're integral to the story, their 'romance' as such, is not. It's more just to paint a picture of stupid hormonal teenagers/preteens. There will be more of the same, and probably equally graphic, but not more so. (Barring a severe change in the focus of my story- but I doubt I'm killing Hanabi off any time soon)