I was just kidding. I'll write Minisaki's story in a later chapter. For now make do with Jo and Aizen! Hardest to write was Aizen's; I had to get the timelines right.

On with the story!

CHAPTER 4

Hyuuga Jo:

"kaa-chan," a voice squeaked as said woman was frantically smoothing the boys uncontrollably spikey hair down, "kaa-chan," she smoothed down the wrinkles in his clothes and looked him over with critical eyes, "kaa-chan! I'm fine!"

"I know, I know. It's your first day of your Hyuuga training and I want you to go in style ya know?"

The three year old rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek, "I'll be fine,"

"Yeah but you'll be the youngest there. Sometimes I wonder why you inherited my clan's chakra; that way your byakugan wouldn't have activated early,"

The Hatake mother knelt down in front of her child and thrust a lunch tin into his hands, "kaa-chan I'll be fine,"

"Sometimes I also wonder why you inherited your dad's genes too. Kids your age would be panicking!"

He poked her forehead and smiled wanly, "I got my coolness from you, kaa-chan" the beautiful woman pouted her full red lips and gave him a firm kiss on the forehead, he struggled out of her grasp and used the long sleeve of his traditional training kimono to frantically clean the lip stick stain on his forehead, "mom!"

The woman grinned and stood up fully. Most men still congratulated her husband on bagging her. She was voted in the konouchi magazine as the second best shaped right after Kushina Uzumaki. She had a healthy tanned skin with silver pupil eyes that constantly glinted with mischief. Although she was still an active ninja she had to take another maternity leave after she had found out that she was once again pregnant. She tied an orange bandanna with the Hatake clan symbol dotted all over it on her long flowing silver hair, an oversized purple shirt Jo assumed was his fathers and black shorts he assumed were her own. "Oh hush," she smiled warmly when she felt arms slip around her waist and a head settle on her shoulders, "morning Kaiza-koi,"

"Mornin'" the man called Kaiza Hyuuga yawned. He wore long black baggy pants and a purple shirt with his clan symbol on the chest. His short black hair was dishevelled and messy. He let go of his wife and bent down in front of his son, "going to the dojo huh?"

The silver haired Hyuuga child puffed out his chest as well as his cheeks, "Hai Tou-san,"

"Remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Hai, one on the jaw and another on the crotch,"

"For who?"

"Anyone that gives me trouble,"

The full blooded and among the last survivors of the once great Hatake clan slapped the back of both their heads and grabbed their ears, "what's this I hear about jaws and crotches?"

Both males were frantically looking around for any escape route, "look kaa-chan! A farting donkey!" (AN: haha…works every time.)

"wait what?" she let go of their ears and they used the small window of space to dash out of the house and in separate directions, waving goodbye to each other, "I'll get you, Sochi-kun and when I do your grounded for a week for tricking your kaa-chan!" the more down to earth Hyuuga clan members chuckled when they heard her rant.

The child ran all the way to the main house dojo and stood in line with the older and taller children there, patiently waiting for their appointed teacher to come and instruct them. The child looked around and frowned fractionally when he noticed that the other children were staying away from him; there was a significant gap between himself and the main house children by his sides. He ignored them and focused in on their sensei that had just entered into the class. The man lightly sneered at him and he mentally sighed; main house Hyuuga.

The rest of the theoretical and practical training was biased to say the least.

The sensei kept making verbal pot shots at him. Clearly calling him a 'freak'. When it was time to display any knowledge of jyuuken they had he was paired against the tallest and considerably the best in their class and was summarily beaten into the ground.

"Remember your place, freak," the boy sneered quietly down at him and kicked his side when the teacher nodded in encouragement. Jo shakily got back to his feet and wiped his bruised cheek. He stumbled to the back of the class and cried into his knees. His young mind wondered why being a half cast was a crime.

'One on the jaw and another on the crotch…'

His father's words echoed to him and he grits his teeth in fury. He heard his name being called for another spar and he limped back to the sparring mat. His new opponent was another tall for a child jyuuken 'genius' in training boy.

"Take the basic stance," the sensei barked out. Both children fell into the stances and glared at each other, "begin!"

Jo's opponent raced to him and palm struck the little boys chest. The child gave a pained cry as he fell back. The older boy ignored him in favour of striking him again and again all over his body.

"Enough! Can't you do something with yourself, Jo?" the sensei sneered. The child crawled to the back and cradled his sore arms to his chest. He whimpered in pain as he stroked them gently. The spars went round again until; "Jo vs. Akuma!" the boy limped to the match and painfully settled into the Hyuugas basic fighting stance, "begin,"

This match though was different.

"One on the jaw and another on the crotch," the child mumbled and gave an ungraceful blow to the side of his male opponents face and stomped on his crotch when the victim fell on the ground. He knelt over the poor child's chest and continued dealing out more punches to his unprotected face until a strong hand pulled him back and straight into the wall. Jo winced and glared darkly at his teacher,

The man pointed at the door, "get out," the boy complied without any complaint and left the dojo but not without a final defiant glare.

The child stomped to his house and ignored his mother when she ran over to him; he was back six hours early and was covered in bruises and small cuts. She pulled him into the bathroom and washed him up, and then she later covered his cuts with band aids.

"What happened to you?" the Hatake woman asked her son. She brought him into a gentle hug when his pale eyes tore up, "Jo-chan…" he shook his head and she smiled, "did they make fun of you?" he nodded into her chest and gripped her sides in his small hands. "Did-did you do what your father said?" he giggled, "I knew you weren't ready,"

"n-no kaa-chan, I'm just not strong enough to fight them at their own game," he pushed his head back and fixed her with a look no child his age should have, "I need to get stronger,"

"I'm pulling you out of the main house training," the newly appeared Kaiza Hyuuga said from the child's bedroom door, "and I'll fully take up your training," he bent down to hug his wife and child.

"Th-thank you Tou-san,"

Three years later

"Namikaze Naruto vs. Hyuuga Jo. Begin!"

Both six year olds looked warily at each other; Naruto because he hadn't had any kind of taijutsu training and Jo because this would be the first time he displayed how good he was in the jyuuken, according to his father. He slid into the basic stance, byakugan blazing sealessly, and ran at the surprised shark boy, he poked Naruto's arms quickly and palm struck his chest without any chakra.

Jo's eyes were wide when he realized that the Yondaime's son hadn't made a move yet. He was in so much of a daze he didn't hear his academy sensei call the match in his favour. He swallowed thickly and nervously walked to the downed shark boy, readying his apologies until he caught the boy's distracted, faraway look. He knelt by Naruto shakily and began the slow process of opening his tenketsu again, "I-I-I'm so-so s-sorry, Namikaze-sama,"

The Yondaime's disfigured child looked at him with his blue eyes and smiled faintly, "don't sweat it," the Hyuuga child nodded and helped his fellow 6 year old out of the sparring mat so another match could take place. He dropped him under the tree nearest to the class and stood by, nervously watching Naruto from the corners of his eyes. But all Naruto did was watch the clouds, sighing longingly.

It was curious behaviour, Jo thought to himself.

The month that followed he observed a drastic change in his shark-like class mate, with the biggest one being the massive bandaged bundle on his back. He constantly refrained from invading his privacy by using his byakugan to peak through, remembering his mother's long lecture on empathy.

Another change was the boy's taijutsu as well as general posture in and out of the class.

When his sensei told him six years later that Naruto, the boy he had soundly beaten on their first spar, was ahead of him (albeit with one point) in taijutsu he had to find a way to prove it. He being placed in Naruto's team was lucks way of smiling down on him. He turned around and faintly smiled at Naruto, his Aburame friend too, and made his way up the stairs to them.

"I am Hyuuga Jo, Namikaze-sama, and it's nice to meet you," with his clean bandage covered right hand extended in a friendly hand shake to his future team mate. He fractionally furrowed his eyebrows when the Yondaime's son didn't immediately take it,

Naruto shook the hand a minute later, "no need to call me that, just call me Naruto or-" he heard a strange crunching sound from under the table, "son of a-" the Hokage's son's eyes watered in…pain? Then when Naruto had settled down he politely asked him about something he now took pride in: his silver hair. He was obliged to answer as truthfully as possible as he sat next to the boy. He opted to make small talk, like his mother used to tell him, and asked if he could have a spar in the future, "haven't we sparred before?"

"Yes, first year, but you weren't too good then. This is a big class,"

"We can go at it after we meet out sensei, Jo-san. Relax, dude." He took shaky breaths as he anticipated the spar. Back at the clan compound he didn't really have any friends to spar with and his brother was too young to go up against. There was always Neji, the boy that had lost his father not too long ago that he kept catching following him around but he knew that even though the older Hyuugas acclaimed him as a one of a kind genius he was certain he could still beat him. He didn't want to reduce someone's ego.

Jo didn't know that he had been rudely staring at their apparent sensei until the last words the young jounin said registered in is mind, "wait, fail?!"

Inuzuka Aizen:

Little 5 year old Aizen stood in front of the dog kennels, anxiously waiting for a dog to run out and pick him. The other kids had already gotten their own, even the clan heads daughter, Hana, had gotten her pups, the Kuromaru triplets.

He was unlike most generic Inuzuka children. His dark brown eyes greatly complimented his neatly combed but short hair. He wore a clean pair of shorts, well shined sandals and a white shirt with his clan's symbol on the chest. He had a few friends but most of the older ones tend to particularly pick on him because of his affinity for neatness, thankfully it wasn't impulsive. His fingers were nervously tapping against each other as he shuffled a little bit into the kennels, eyes frantically looking about for a pup to pick him. He felt a hand on his small shoulder and he looked up into the clan heads warm smile. The tall woman knelt in front of him and he avoided her eyes with a deep red blush,

"No partner yet?" she asked quietly, he nodded in response and scuffed his feet on the ground, "I have the perfect solution for that. Do you want to hear it?" he shrugged and kept his head down, his hair firmly in place, "your parent's ninken had a pup not too long ago. What? They didn't tell you?" his eyes were wide in astonishment, "yep, do you want to meet her?"

He was practically jumping on his heels, dragging her to the entrance of the large kennels, "yes please!" the woman laughed loudly and hefted him onto her shoulders and barrelled out of the kennels. She stopped in front of the boy's house and gently dropped him so that he could take off his sandals. They opened the door and they were immediately assaulted with the smell of medicinal incense. The boy scampered into the house straight into his parent's room and knelt by their bed, gently grasping his father's hand.

The man weakly looked at him and smiled faintly, "hey there, kiddo,"

Aizen beamed at him, "how are you feeling, Tou-san?"

The man's raspy chuckled echoed around the room, "been better. Say, did your dumb auntie Tsume tell you about the pup?"

They heard a nervous laugh from the entrance of the door, "I couldn't help it, Otouto, the pup looked so sad," the man nodded and used his other hand to beckon her over. She walked to his bed side and sat there, she grabbed his hand and stroked it between hers, "the incense doing anything, bro?"

"If you're talking about my bad back, then its fine. I'm only numb." He laughed when his son began running his finger through his hair, "your mothers in the kitchen, kid, go see her,"

"Hai Tou-san," he stood up and left the room. When he closed the door he ran straight to the kitchen and straight into his mother's turned back, "kaa-chan!"

"Aizen-chan!" she dropped the vegetables she was cutting and turned around to hug her son, "no ninken?" Aizen's mother was who he inherited most of his facial features from; she also had dimples, brown eyes, slightly prominent fangs and golden tanned skin. His father too had fangs like any other clan member but his weren't too pronounced. The kitchen was one of the places that the incense didn't reach into so it allowed him to smell his mother's peach scented shampoo.

"No, kaa-san," she lifted him up to the counter and sat him down on top while she resumed her chopping, "the pups don't like me,"

"It's not like they don't like you, they haven't chosen you. Know what? Fuji and Kaze had a pup not too long ago. I bet she'll like you," she looked at him from the side of her eyes and finished up her chopping, "is your aunt here?" he nodded and twiddled his thumbs, "c'mon, let's go see the pup."

"Isn't Tou-san going to come too?"

Her shoulders slumped fractionally and she looked away from him, "no; he's too weak to be up and around, but he sends his blessings. Ok?"

He jumped onto her welcoming back and answered, "Ok." The woman walked too their backyard and into where the family let their ninken sleep whenever they wanted to 'get it on'. "Why wasn't Fuji and Kaze's pup staying with the other pups in the kennel?"

"You're father made a special request to your auntie to keep her here," she dropped him in front of the kennel and nudged him forward. He shuffled into the small dog house and was immediately barrelled into by a small blur. The blur turn out to be a brown with red spotted dog that was frantically licking his face. Aizen giggled happily and hugged the pup to his chest as they rolled on the ground. The parent dogs barked out laughs as they watched their week old baby girl pup rough house with their partners' only child.

The small dog finally got off the child and was busy yipping around the boy, jumping up and down. "I'll call you jet," he looked at his smiling mother who nodded at him, "let's go to the park bud." He picked up the energetic pup and ran through the house straight to konoha's park. As he got there jet got down from his arms and they promptly began playing an epic game of tag. Sure, the pup was a ball of energy on her own but most people didn't know that Aizen too was also a ball of energy. They sped round and round the park until his dog lunged at his back and tackled him to the ground, they rolled around for a while until they heard someone faintly cough from above them.

Both play fighters stopped and looked up.

5 year old Itachi looked down at the pair with a conflicted borderline stoic expression, "would you mind if I joined you? Sorry, my name is Uchiha Itachi," his mother, Mikoto, stood a ways away with her fingers crossed; hoping her eldest and most reclusive son made a friend.

"My name's Inuzuka Aizen and this is jet. Can you run?"

"Fairly well, yes,"

"We're playing tag. You can join in if you want,"

"How do you play…tag," he raised an eyebrow when both Inuzuka and partner gaped at him, "I am not current in child games."

Aizen stood up and dusted himself down, jet doing the same only that she shook her fur and scratched behind her ear, "you see…"

Seven year later

'Fang over fang!' two sharp spinning tornadoes drilled towards their target. The target jumped aside, watching in relief as the deadly tornadoes buried deep into the ground, and went through some hand seals,

'Fire style: Art of the Phoenix fire' multiple balls of fire came out of the senders mouth and honed towards the obvious Inuzuka that had launched the first attack. The duo flipped away from the exploding balls of fire and the human partner whipped out three shuriken and chucked them accurately at his opponent all the while going through a set of hand seals,

'Shadow shuriken technique' and with that the three shuriken turned to thirty. The opponent quietly cursed and ran away to his left from the barrage of spinning stars. Some of the steel weapons nicked his clothes but overall he was fine. He sped over to the Inuzuka, kunai in his hands, and the two clashed together.

Itachi swiped a kunai at Aizen but the Inuzuka deflected it with his own kunai, the latter bent down after that and tried to trip the Uchiha but the move was predicted by the other boys three tomeo'd sharingan eyes. He jumped over the leg and brought up one of his for an axe kick, but he was momentarily distracted by the fact that he had forgotten about Jet, who had rammed her head into his side and thrown him far enough away from her partner. Jet was still in her 'Man Beast clone' form.

"Around!" the real Aizen yelled to his partner and they ran widely around the now standing Uchiha. Now from the sides, Jet Aizen lunged at Itachi while the real Aizen threw two kunai at the Uchiha. The thrown weapons phased through Itachi as well as Jet Aizen meaning that it was an illusionary clone.

Bark! Aizen's eyes widened when he felt a kunai on his neck before he sighed in defeat, "what's the score?"

The weapon was pulled away from his neck and he turned around to see a faintly smirking and entirely smug Itachi, "14-13 I believe."

"You got lucky,"

"You said that last time,"

"Because I smelt a cat last time. That's bad luck in my clan,"

"Just like not washing your hair four times is bad luck" was Itachi's snarky retort,

"That's enough boys," the two turned to look at their sensei, Orochimaru of the Sannin as he smoothly slinked to them, the tall man was followed by his protégé, Mitarashi Anko, "I don't want any bad mouthing in my team, you here?"

Both boys got away from each other and sharply bowed to the war veteran, "Hai sensei!"

"Good. Now, I believe it is time to head for your homes. Dismissed." The three early graduates bowed to their sensei and walked out of the training field. The three were known as the 'Three Amateurs' destined for only one, Itachi, to succeed. Even if the team had two clan protégés. The Sannin took interest in the team and encouraged the Sandaime to assign him as their sensei.

Presently, both boys, Aizen and Itachi, were known as the youngest jounins in history. It was remarkable watching the boys rise up in rank and beat men twice their age and size into the ground; he himself had to concentrate on their spars and heaven forbid if he put them together against him. He shivered in memory of their last team spar. Anko was a protégé, yes, but one that didn't want to be recognized as one so she slinked through the ranks and was now a chunin. The man licked his lips in anticipation as he thought of his two main targets.

On their ways home, Itachi looked at his best friend from the side of his eyes and shoved him into a hiding (and giggling) gaggle of fan girls that were debating whether or not to jump the Uchiha by using his friend as bait so he would come with them (kidnapping if you ask me). The Inuzuka yelled in outrage and struggled out of their grasp and only by the thundering boom of his ninken did the gaggle let go of him and giggle their way back into their dark corner. The dog barked at her man partner and licked his offered palm.

"Very funny, teme," he scowled and petted his disfigured dog on the head. Disfigured being that on the day of the Kyuubi attack, Jet was thrown away by a stray tail when she was aiding her clan's men's ninken in evacuating the younger dog members of the clan. Most of the bones in her body were broken but she would survive and half recover. The only part of her body that couldn't be salvaged was her lower jaw. The then vet sadly told him that Jet could still be a ninja dog, after half a year of rehabilitation, but if they did not augment her jaw then she would not function well in their dynamic team.

The vets fixed an iron lower jaw onto his ninken and the neat Inuzuka swore to his dog that day that it didn't change how she looked (it did. The fake jaw is still steel grey). It did change her bite force though; now she could snap a man's back despite her relative size. He didn't have to carry her about because of the fact that Jet was growing faster than how his father told him his own ninken grew.

It still surprised him that that same year was the Kyuubi attack.

Aizen wore the leafs standard jounin flak jacket, tight dark red long sleeved under shirt, black ANBU pants with black ninja sandals. He also wore red fingerless gloves and a forehead protector that neatly contained his gelled and combed down brown hair. As he walked up to his clan compound he gave the smug Uchiha's behind a parting kick before he hastily ran away, happy that he had one upped his rival. He waved to his clan mates and proceeded to his house.

He took off his sandals and entered the house. It wasn't as deeply incensed as when he was younger. He looked at the sandal area and noticed that his mother was still out on a mission and that it was only his father (and his partner) and home. He took off his flak jacket and hung it on the coat rack, took off his fingerless gloves and put it in the jackets inside pocket. He and Jet instinctively walked straight to the backyard and sat beside Aizen's father.

The sick man was given cleared by Tsunade that he was strong enough to go out and about but now he had to go on a wheelchair. The man silently ruffled his hair and continued watching Fuji chase some rabbits his wife had purchased in case they ever got too bored. A novel lay on the arm of his wheelchair, unopened, showing that he was in deep thought. Both males sat in companionable silence, watching Fuji and her daughter chase after some of the rabbits. Silently, the man firmly grasped Aizen's shoulder and squeezed it.

The next day, Itachi visited the clan compound and informed him that his sensei and their female team mate had defected and that they were on the retrieval team. He also told him that Orochimaru had tried to sneak into the clan compound and kidnap him but luckily his father and Shisui's uncle were still in the clan heads house. They couldn't retrieve the other members of their team but they did find the Yondaime's three year old son knocked out and blue haired. Fast forward six years and we now find Itachi having a last spar with his best friend. After winning the match he slipped out knock out gas and both partners promptly passed out only to wake up the next day and hear that their friend had murdered his whole clan. (Sasuke was 6)

"Are you sure I'm the only one capable enough to be these kids sensei? I'm what? 6 years older than them?" Aizen said, imploring for the Yondaime to choose someone else to be a team sensei.

The blonde man sat back in his chair and answered, "yes but you are the best option we have with your years as a hunter ninja. The team I'm assigning you contains the best the class has to offer in terms of trackers." He slid a file forward and the Inuzuka caught and opened it, "Aburame Minisaki, though in the middle of her class, still scores top marks in the academy's monthly tracking exams. This can be chalked up to her good enough control of her kakaichu," he slid another file forward, "Hyuuga Jo is the second best in taijutsu. His father says he has perfect control of his byakugan," this time he threw the last file at the 18 year old jounin, "last is my son, Naruto. He is admittedly the best in taijutsu for a genin. Has shown to be a natural sensor with that strange bundle on his back and has a high affinity for water. I think you are the perfect sensei for this team. Of course I can't force you to take the team on. What do you say?"

Inuzuka Aizen thought through it. Now with Itachi gone and with his hunter ninja captain telling him that he had served long enough for a break he needed something besides training to do. The rumours about bored Inuzuka were not rumours but facts.

"I accept, Hokage-sama,"

"Good, your new team is waiting for you in the academy, room 22, top level," he was about to leave but Minato held up a hand, "and keep an eye on Naruto for me. Just in case he tries to run again."

The jounin bowed and walked out of the office with his companion. They entered the instructed room and the class went quiet. All looked at him wide eyed, except his new team, "team 4 with me," he watched them with an amused smirk as they took him in with their eyes, "If you're done ogling me I'll meet you three in training ground four in…five minutes. If you're late, you fail…" and he shunshin'd away.

Authors note

Remember, if I got the ages mixed up pardon me but this is a non-canon compliant story.

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