A/N: Ok, I know, you're super confused. So, for your convenience, I'll give you a little family tree.

Naruto & Hinata: Hana (f. / 12)

Sasuke & Sakura: Daichi (m. / 13)

Shikarmaru & Ino: Chiharu (f. / 12), Masaki (m. / 13)

Neji & Tenten: Etsu (f. / 12)

Gaara & OC: Junichi (m. / 12)

There, better? Probably. Ok, so now, here we go

Next Generation

Chapter 01 – Forbidden Jutsu

5 Years Latter

The Konoha school was filled with children… rather board children to tell you the truth. Their teacher was usually a very funny, interesting man, but right now, he was going on and on and on about the 'forbidden scrolls'. Frankly, no one cared, because they knew this wasn't going to be on a test.

Sitting in the back row of the class sat six extremely board kids: Daichi, Junichi, Masaki, Chiharu, Etsu and Hana.

Junichi, a twelve-year-old boy with short red hair and deep green eyes sat leaning against his hand. He wore a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt. He also had on a green long sleeve jacket, buttoned up only at the very top, so the rest lay flared out. He was trying to keep his eyes open, but was having quite a bit of trouble.

Then, beside Junichi, sat Daichi, a thirteen-year-old boy with messy black-raven hair and a few pink streaks. He wore a pair of jeans and a baggy blue t-shirt. His eyes were a jade green, which, like Junichi's, should have sparkled when light bounced off them, making him even better looking, but his eyes were emotionless. They were a beautiful green, but that was all; no sparkle, no nothing. They were just a deep, deep green. Strangely enough, this just made him cuter. "They make him look so mysterious" was what the girls always said as they turned around in class to drool over him. He was leaning back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the Daichi crazy girls in the class.

Then, sat Masaki. He was thirteen-year-old boy with short black hair, with a few visible blond streaks. He wore a pair of black jeans and a simple white long sleeve shirt and a green vest. His eyes were a pure black, but they were more like depth then actual darkness. He always was in deep thought, which was why he just seemed to stare into space. His hand began to go crazy, drawing random things on a piece of paper before him. Suddenly, Daichi noticed his friend's actions, and then nudged him. Masaki quickly came back from his stargazing trip, turning to Daichi, who was motioning toward Masaki's paper. When he saw what he had done to his homework, he quickly grabbed an eraser and began erasing the dark scribbles around the page.

Etsu looked over at Masaki as he began erasing. She giggled at his stupid action, but she said nothing. Etsu was rather quite, but then again, she could be rather load and obnoxious too. She wore a baby blue long sleeve shoulder shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. She turned to her notes, which were still blank. She sighed, looking up into the ceiling with her pure pearl colored eyes. She then took her long flowing black hair out of its normal ponytail and began pulling it to the side of her head. She then tied it there, getting it off her hot neck. A girl sitting beside her quietly said, "Hey, Etsu, you look cute with your hair like that." Etsu turned to her friend "Thanks."

Chiharu turned back to the magazine before her. She flipped a page to find an interesting article, which her bright blue eyes began reading. She wore a tight pink tank top with a cute black semi-jacket on her arms. She wore a short black skirt that had a small flare to it. She soon finished the magazine, then began playing with her long flowing blond hair that was pulled back into its normal high ponytail. She then turned to her friend, whose head was down on her desk. "Hey, get up!" she whispered. The girl turned to her once she raised her head. "Sorry, this is just so boring…" she muttered, a frown coming across her face.

Hana turned back to the paper she had been working on earlier that day. She pulled a pencil out from behind her ear and tapped it against her cheek. Her bright blue eye grew wider as she quickly began writing. Her long, layered black hair was let down, reaching about her mid back. Her bangs were pulled to the left side of her face, covering her eye completely. She wore a pair of light blue jeans and a large, heavy brown shall that covered all of her upper body, from her neck to a bit past her waist, also covering her arms. A smile crept over her face as she looked down at her finished work. "Hey, that's awesome!" came a voice from beside her. Hana smiled at Chiharu, "Thanks!" she turned back to her masterpiece. It was a sketch of a beautiful rose, which somehow seemed moist.

Suddenly, the paper was snatched right from Hana's hands. "Well, I see we have some youthful expression going on over here." Came the voice of their teacher. Hana looked up, she was blushing like mad. Her teacher walked back to the front of the class. "How about I pass this up the aisles, hmm?" Hana lowered her head, hitting it on the desk continually. Her teacher handed the paper to the front of the class, where greedy little eyes began overlooking it, awaiting something they could hold against their fellow classmate.

Hana's head was getting a huge bump on it, but she didn't care. "Stupid…BANG…Stupid…BANG" Hana muttered, still hitting the desk. All her friends turned to her, not sure if they should laugh, or feel sorry for her. "Don't worry so much Hana!" Junichi said. "It's just a stupid piece of paper." All the girls turned to Junichi, giving him evil glares. He sunk in his chair, as the other two boys were relived they didn't go with the 'its stupid, forget it' approach. Clearly, the girls thought it was important, and it was best you stuck with their idea, or your life could become a living hell.

Soon, the paper reached Junichi, who looked down at it. He was quickly received another set of glares. "JUNICHI!" all the girls came at once, rather annoyed. "What! I want to see too…" he muttered as Etsu walked over and plucked the paper from his hands. She gave it back to Hana, who quickly shoved it into her folder.

The room was filled with whispers, and Hana sank in her chair. "Crap…" she muttered. Everyone was looking at her. The teacher had begun teaching again, which didn't stop anyone. As I said earlier, no one cared.

Suddenly, Hana caught a small piece of the man's lecture, which caused her to sit up. "What?" The teacher stopped, turning to Hana. "Do you have a question Miss Uzumaki?" Hana blushed. "Um, ya. What did you just say?" The teacher looked down at his clipboard. "I was listing the forbidden scrolls. Lets see… there's 'Shadow Clone Jutsu' and-" Suddenly, Hana cut him off. "Did you say, 'Shadow Clone Jutsu'?" Her eye widened. The teacher nodded. "Why do you ask?" Hana quickly stopped blushing. "Because that can't be right I… umm…" she stopped herself quickly. "I'm positive it is. It's all right here on my handy youthful clipboard." The class laughed. Their teacher always said 'youthful' even when he was talking about a piece of wood. "No, it can't be…" she muttered. 'That makes no sense…'

He then turned back to his lesson, thinking Hana was done. "What if someone knew how to use it?" He turned again in her direction, "Hmm?" Hana repeated. "What if someone could use a forbidden jutsu?" The teacher put down his 'youthful' clipboard, "Well, if they read the scroll, they could be charged if the Hokage see it fit." Hana shook her head. "No, I mean if they were taught it. What if they never even touched the scroll." The teacher raised one of his unnaturally large eyebrows. "Well, I guess that would be fine, as long as they didn't read the scroll."

Hana let out a long sigh, leaning back in her chair. The class went on, and everyone went back to doing nothing.

"What was all that about Hana?" Chiharu asked as the group of six walked down the road leading away from the school. "Oh, I was just… um… curious, because I've… seen someone use that jutsu before." Hana sort of told the truth… kind of…just not all of it.

"Sure…" came a sarcastic voice from the one member of the group that was rarely heard. Hana turned, "What did you say?" she was getting irritated, and when everyone noticed this, they all shut up. Another Hana vs. Daichi moment was coming up in 3…2…1… "I'll rephrase… ya.right." Hana glared at the boy, who just continued walking, not looking in her direction in the slightest, which really annoyed her. "Yes I did!" Now, Daichi turned to glare at her, "No, you didn't."

Daichi was very stubborn, as was Hana, but they argued in very different ways. Hana's temper would rise, and it was very noticeable. She would begin shouting, and sometimes she would get even more... physical. She enjoyed scaring whoever was bugging her with simple threats. Daichi on the other hand kept his cool; his voice always stayed its normal tone. He enjoyed bringing his opponents down with simple remarks. Neither of these strategies worked on the other, and that was probably why they fought so often, to prove they could win.

"Heck, I can use the stinking jutsu!" Hana yelled, causing everyone to widen their eyes in surprise. They all thought Hana went a bit far, but then again, none of them could ever remember a time when Hana lied… nope, nothing. Her mother taught her honesty was always the best policy, and she lived by it. This didn't faze Daichi. "Ha, sure… freak…"

The one thing that would get Hana screaming, when someone called her a freak. Now, clearly there was nothing freaky about her… well, not thothing any of her friends knew of… "I can! God, your such an emo…" And the one thing to get Daichi pissed, being called emo. Now, clearly there was nothing emo about him… well, notanything any of his friends knew of… "Oh, going into name calling now are we?" Daichi asked, his voice raised slightly. "HA! You started it!" Hana and Daichi had both stopped and were now glaring each other down. The other four just stood still, trying not to accidentally get in the way of one of their deathly stares.

"Fine, here! Here's your proof!" Hana yelled. She then folded her hands and yelled, "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Suddenly, a second Hana appeared beside the first, both looked exactly the same. Nonetheless, Daichi was not fazed. "So, you said 'shadow clone jutsu' after making a copy of yourself, doesn't mean that's the actual jutsu."

Both Hana smirked. One Hana walked up to Daichi, the other behind him. They then took turns talking. "So, you think I'm lying?" Daichi then turned behind him when the second Hana began talking. "Are you sure about that?" Then, the first began again, and Daichi turned back to his front. "When was the last time I lied? Never. I don't lie. You should know that by now Daichi. So, do you believe me?" Daichi smirked, "No." Hana sighed, "Well…"

Suddenly, Hana shoved Daichi over. He stepped backward, then found himself tripping over something, and then fell to the ground. He then slid on his back, looking up at what tripped him. There, crouched down behind where he stood, was the second Hana! 'Wait, both touched me… that can't be!' Suddenly, the second Hana disappeared in a puff of smoke, the original standing over Daichi, hands on her hips. He was ready for the 'I told you so', but it never came. Hana extended her hand to Daichi, offering some kind of peace treaty. Daichi grumbled, but took it. He was pulled up, where he noticed the others were laughing quietly. He glared at them, and they immediately shut up. 'So, she can do the jutsu…' Daichi thought as the group continued toward their individual houses. 'Maybe I underestimate her…'

A/N: Ok, so how did you like it? Hana kicks ass, doesn't she? But please note: the names freak and emo mean something… but what? Are they hiding something? Hum… Something to think about. Well, I have to go. My sisters are really pissing me off, so I have to find that duck tape before they escape. Well, Review! Next chapter coming soon! Dani out!