Yes! The first one-shot of this story that I am going to have so much fun with! Okay, so for those f you who still don't know, I AM TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS!! You will be given credit for the idea at the top of the page, and all that jazz. I would love to hear everyone's ideas because you all have been so wonderful to me with other stories! Also, because i can't think of to many ideas for this at the moment. Okay, disclaimer stuff...

Disclamer: I do not own Naruto, but I DO own the kids in this story! So HAH!!

Idea by: me!!

Flying

Kidoshi walked through the large house, searching for someone to play with. Kenoshu had already gone off after the academy to meet some friends at Ichiraku Ramen. Even though he had known this house all his (short) life, there were still times where he could get lost in it. Though that was only when it was super dark or when he was half asleep or sometimes both. He walked into the family room to see Mitsuki reading a book. He peered closely and saw that the book title was called Braking Dawn. He walked up to her lie-down form on the couch and tapped lightly on her fish-netted arm, the book was lowered to reveal her dark green eyes, giving off a sense of annoyance for a brief second until she saw who it was. After giving him a questioning stare, he spoke.

"Wanna play?" he asked. Mitsuki gave him a small, red-colored smile.

"Sorry, Kidoshi; I'm reading something right now," she said, motioning towards the novel in her hands.

"Oh, okay." And the little boy walked off.

He soon found himself in a much larger room, used for his sisters when their mother was teaching them a medical jutsu. He saw Mikoto and Tiashi practicing their skills. He quickly ran up to them.

"Wanna play with me?" he asked, gazing up at them. They didn't even turn to him, too focused on what they were doing. To try and e their attention, Kidoshi got closer and went up to Mikoto and tugged on her pan leg. His actions caused her to yell out in surprise, not noticing her younger brother. Both girls stopped what they were doing and gave their brother and annoyed expression. He then repeated his question, not at all phased by their stares.

"Sorry, but we're training right now," Mikoto said softly, though her eyes stated otherwise. Tiashi nodded her head in agreement. A frown came upon the boy's face as he stalked out of the room.

Why was finding someone to play with so hard to do? When he was a baby, EVERYONE wanted to be with him. He wished it were like that again. He would have started to act like a toddler again for the attention, but knew better and that it was not the proper way to behave. But seriously, he was so bored! All of his academy friends were taken home right away and had things to do with their family—why was it that his family didn't do stuff like that? The only time they were all together was at dinner or when no one had missions, it was a dreary day, and there was a good movie on.

As he was walking down the halls, he heard an acoustic guitar playing and a feminine voice singing a pretty tune to it. He came to realize that he had come across the sound room, a place where Hebauki could practice his music in peace without anyone complaining. Apparently he had left the sound proof system off. Kidoshi tip-toed to the door and stood sneakily beside it, listening to the words that Kaleen was singing and the tune his older brother was playing.

Stand tall, stand proud

Voices that care are crying out loud

And when you close your eyes tonight

Feel in your heart how our love burns bright.

I'm not here to justify the cost

Or to count up all the loss

That's all been done before

Just can't let you feel alone

When there's so much love at home

We're sending out to you

All the courage that you've known

The bravery you've shown

Clearly lights the way

We pray to make the future bright

To make the wrong thing—(Hebauki does a little rap)

Right or wrong, we're all prayin' you remain strong

That's why we're all here and singin' along

Kidoshi guessed that this as the song they were writing for the Shinobi's Honor Festival next week. He quickly stepped into the room, causing the music to stop. He heard his brother sigh out loud in a bothered way and saw Kaleen smile at him, giving him a hug.

"What is it that you want, Kidoshi?" he asked, a little harsh.

"Can you two play with me, please?" he pleaded giving them his puppy eyes. Kaleen's eyes turned sad.

"Sorry, kiddo, but your brother and I are very busy at the moment," she said, tousling his black hair. "Maybe later, okay?" Kidoshi nodded sadly and walked out of the room with a pout on his cute little face. As he walked away from the room, he could faintly hear his brother saying:

"What if we're doing something else later?" there was an odd tone in his voice that Kidoshi only heard his father use with Mommy, and it made Kaleen giggle, and then he heard her slap him.

Kidoshi walked up the staircase and looked out the window at the top. It gave a perfect view of half of the training grounds on their property. He looked around and saw Roku and Yuki on the grounds. They were in the tree line. As he looked more closely, he could see that Roku had Yuki pinned to the tree using his body, gripping her wrists above her head, and was kissing her. Kidoshi shuddered a bit, remembering the last time he had interrupted his brother when he was with the blonde girl.

Kidoshi walked upstairs, going to tell his oldest brother that supper was ready. When he got to Roku's bedroom door, it was closed. Getting curious, Kidoshi pressed his ear against the wood, listening for voices. He heard a giggling and it wounded from a girl. It was Yuki. Why was she here, in Roku's room? She hardly ever came over here unless it was for training or his parents invited her over for supper.

"Roku, maybe we should stop," she said. Her words sounded weird, like there was something on her mouth. He heard the bed springs creak slightly.

"No, just a little more," Roku whispered. There was a few seconds of silence.

"Mmm…kay…" she mumbled. Kidoshi listened for a minute or two more, once in a while hearing a small moan.

"Yuki, there's something I need to tell you—" It was at this moment that Kidoshi decided to sneeze.

Very loudly.

the door was suddenly yanked open to reveal a shirtless Roku and in the background a Yuki with her shirt off, her bra showing.

And by the look Kidoshi was staring at,

He

Was

Pissed.

Kidoshi stared at his brother and then the girl that was in the room.

"AAAAHHHH!! NAKED LADY!!" he screamed, pointing at Yuki. Said girl's face put a tomato to shame.

"Kidoshi!" Kidoshi took this as his cue to run, all the while his brother chasing him.

"DADDY!! RUKO'S GONNA KILL MEEEE!"

It had taken a lot of convincing from Sasuke to make sure the youngest son didn't die a painful death under the hands of his angered brother. He could also remember how Hebauki had later praised him for it, taking him out for Ramen.

The little Sasuke-look-alike trudged through the upstairs hallway, a storm cloud over his head. Why didn't anyone want to play with him? Why is it that they always have to be too busy for him? Do they not see how lonely he is feeling when everyone ignores him? Or maybe they do, and no one really cares. He walked on, not realizing that he had just passed his parents' room. They were already in a conversation of their won, so of course they wouldn't notice drooping face, or his downcast eyes…

"Kidoshi?" his mother called. Looking back, he saw his parents looking at him, and his father beckoning him to come into the room. As he walked back towards them, he saw that his mother was sitting on the bed, his father behind her with his arms wrapped around her, his hands resting on her slightly swollen stomach. He came up and stood before them, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Is everything okay? You're not your usual perky self today," his mother said, eyes filled with concern. He shook his head.

"No, I'm fine," he fibbed. He saw his father give him a knowing look.

"Kidoshi," he warned; he could always tell when his children were lying to him. Kidoshi looked down at his feet and tied his best not to pout, though his eyes gave it away.

"No one wants to play with me!" he whined. "I've tried everyone, and they don't want to play."

"Well, perhaps they're too busy—"

"Everyone is always too busy!" he complained, interrupting his mother. He held his arms out for emphasis. "Either they are training, reading a book, writing music, or kissing a girl, and the never have time for me anymore," he said quietly.

"How about I play with you?" his father suggested. Kidoshi's eyes suddenly turned hopeful.

"Really?!" It was on a rare occasion that Sasuke ever did something with his youngest son. Kidoshi wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.

"Yeah. In fact, I know just what we can do. Kidoshi, have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fly?"

Five minutes later, Sasuke, Sakura, and their youngest were out of the front lawn. Kidoshi was sitting on his father's shoulders.

"Okay, Kidoshi, now when is start running, spread your arms out like you're flying, okay?" the boy nodded, but then looked at his father.

"Promise you won't drop me?" His father turned his head up and gave him a smile

"Promise," he said. "Okay, on the count of three; one, two, THREE!"

And he took off running, not going his fastest, but fast enough for his son to enjoy it. He could hear Kidoshi shouting and laughing at the same time as they ran all around the outside of the house. After a few minutes, Sasuke jumped high in the air and landed on the roof, running across and then jumping back down. By this time, the rest of the family had come out to see what was going on. Hebauki quickly hooked up a guitar and microphone to an amplifier on the back porch and started the chorus of one of the first songs he and Kaleen learned, with her singing to it.

Slow down, you gonna crash

Baby you were screaming it's a blast, blast, blast

Well, look out, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's lookin for a way to get real gone

Real gone

Well you can say what yo want, but you can't say it round here

Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'

Well I believe I was right when I said you were wrong

You didn't like the sound of that

Now did ya?

As Kidoshi was 'flying', he saw the look on his brother's and sister's faces—looks that weren't of annoyance and boredom.

So maybe they couldn't play with him when he wanted to play with them, but it was times like these, when everyone was together, that made him happy to be in the family he was born into.