Hey, peeps! Just a few things to say:

~Thanks for the reviews. You guys make my day! :D

~I'm not sure where this chappie came from. I was fully intending to write something else...and then this idea popped into my head. Meh, I guess it worked out.

~I noticed a good number of people rooting for Obiyu instead of Shuyu. Ah, to be the author and to create paring wars. XD Like I said before, I'm not sure yet where that love triangle storyline is going to go, so there is still hope for both parings!

~A good number of people also requested a parings/kiddies list, which is fair, because even I get confused with them sometimes. (Not the characters themselves, but the age differences and what each character is supposed to be doing during certain times. It gets mad crazy, yo.) So, for your sanity, I will be including a list of all the known characters at the end of the chapter. There will likely be more that appear as they pop up into my head, but until then, here's the semi-complete list.

~I made the "Naruto and Hinata want eight kids" thing up as a joke. Realistically, they both would want a big family, but once I started creating the children, four seemed like a good number. Plus, with Naruto being the Hokage and Hinata being the Hyuuga clan head, who the hell has time to watch all those damn kids? Eight kids would make sense if Hinata was merely a stay at home mom, but since she's not...four kids just felt right. Also, Hinata was getting too old to pop any more out. XD

~I don't own Naruto. If I did, even I wouldn't have thought up Uchiha Bros. Reunion: Parte Deux. Ohhhh shiz.

She had known of him for a long time—he was a member of her sister's team, after all. He stood there, clearly uncomfortable, as Hinata introduced him and the Aburame to her father.

Hanabi looked at him with slight disgust. The boy looked ridiculous—despite the heat outside, he was wearing a jacket with a fur-lined hood, his face was tattooed with traditional Inuzuka markings, and his canines were too long, protruding slightly between his lips.

Basically, he looked as if any second he was going to smash his club on top of Hinata's head and drag her back to his Neanderthal cave.

In her seven-year-old opinion, both of her sister's teammates were weirdos. Inuzuka Kiba was just the weirder of the two. For heaven's sake, why was everyone pretending that having a dog zipped into his jacket was normal?

After that, she noticed him around the village a lot. Every time she saw him, he had his dog with him, in his jacket or on his head or under an arm or trotting by his side. And every time, he was loudly screaming some obscenity or another. Her lip would curl in distaste, and she would look away, appalled that her nee-chan would keep such vile company.

The first time he spoke to her, she was eleven. That doofus Konohamaru was bothering her again.

"I just asked you a question," Konohamaru huffed, agitated.

"And I answered it," she replied cooly, attempting to step around him.

The boy blocked her way again, a scowl on his face. He was the grandson of the former Hokage—he was not used to being ignored. "I was just trying to include you," he sneered. "You don't have to act like playing soccer with the rest of us is below you. It's no wonder you don't have any friends."

Despite feeling like she had been stabbed, Hanabi's face remained cold and hard as stone. Why couldn't anyone understand that she was heiress to her clan? Heiresses did not play soccer. They did not go to see movies, they did not frolic, they did not splash each other in ponds. Just considering doing any of these things conjured up her father's disapproving glare.

It just wasn't proper. Hanabi represented her clan, and she took that responsibility very seriously.

So, jaw set, she decided to ignore the boy. He was only miffed because she had rejected his offers of friendship many times. It was nothing to lose her dignity over.

"Damn Hyuugas, thinking you're better than everyone else! Newsflash—you're not. No wonder no one likes you."

She felt it bubble up inside her, the hurt and shame, gradually manifesting itself into anger. Surely it would be okay to hit him—the honor of her clan was at stake!

But before she could lift a hand, her view was blocked by a mass of fur. Hanabi blinked.

"Dude, are you an idiot?" a voice asked incredulously. "She can stop your heart before you even blink."

Belatedly, Hanabi realized that the furry thing keeping her from beating Sarutobi into a bloody pulp was a dog. A familiar dog...that apparently had been taking steroids, because it was now literally the size of a small horse.

Its owner scowled, annoyed. He was taller than she remembered, and had finally gotten rid of that ridiculous hooded jacket. Konohamaru shrank back a little from the older boy as Kiba took a step forward. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"It's not my fault she's weird!" Konohamaru yelled, pointing a finger at her accusingly.

Kiba scoffed. "You idolize Naruto," he pointed out. "That's weird. Now beat it, kid."

Upset with being told off, Konohamaru stuck out his tongue at her before leaving to meet up with his friends.

Hanabi looked on with disbelief. Did he just stand up for her? Did he not think she could take care of herself? "Do you know who I am?" she demanded angrily.

His fingers were laced behind his head when he turned to look at her, the picture of nonchalance. But his eyes…

Hanabi started. Somehow, he knew. She wasn't sure how much, exactly, but he knew.

"Yeah. Hinata's kid sister." And with that, he started to walk away. "C'mon, Akamaru."

The dog barked in reply, giving her a solid lick before bounding after his master.

Standing there, covered in dog spit and amazed at his audacity, Hyuuga Hanabi fumed.

After that, Hanabi took to following him. It was strictly for curiosity's sake, for research. She had never met someone who was able to see past the walls she put up around herself, to see past her cold Hyuuga exterior and find Hanabi. As much as it made her nervous, it intrigued her.

She followed Kiba around Konoha, watching as he ate lunch with his friends, as he argued with his sister, as he rode his ninken like the horse it resembled. But despite her all-seeing eyes, Hanabi could not see what made Kiba tick. She couldn't understand what it was about him that made her so interested.

One day, as she sat hidden in a tree, observing Kiba lounge on the grass with his dog, Kiba spoke.

"How long are you going to be following me?"

Hanabi froze. He couldn't have been talking to her. She was sure that her presence was undetectable. Besides, he hadn't even opened his eyes!

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, Hanabi." A single eye looked right at her, and she burrowed deeper within the foliage. "You might as well come down now."

Appalled that he had known she had been following him all along, Hanabi jumped out of the tree, the tips of her ears red but her face impassive. Akamaru barked a greeting, his giant tail wagging, and she looked at him with trepidation.

"Don't worry about him." Kiba hadn't even bothered sitting up, his back still firmly on the grass. "Akamaru's a big softie."

Not sure what to do, Hanabi slowly sat down next to Kiba, ready to bolt if need be. To her surprise, Akamaru shuffled closer to her, placing his giant head in her lap, a request to pet him. Awkwardly, she gave him a few pats.

For a while, Kiba didn't say anything else. Then, abruptly sitting up and stretching, he turned towards her. Hanabi prepared to explain herself.

"Do you want to train?" Kiba asked curiously. His canines still protruded, but he didn't look as much like a savage as she remembered. His eyes still blatantly said I know. "I can help you with your Juuken."

At those words, Hanabi's mask fell. Her pale eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth falling open slightly. "You," she said slowly, not believing her ears. "Help me?"

Kiba looked annoyed. "I didn't stutter, did I?" he retorted. "I do train with your sister on a daily basis. I would be an idiot if I hadn't picked something up by now."

Hanabi still looked at him as if he had torn off all his clothes and was suggesting they had a tea party. Akamaru panted into her leg, nudging her hand with his head. Unconsciously, she obliged, running her fingers over his ears. "Okay," she said quietly.

And so it began. Whenever she found herself wondering whether a certain strategy would work against an opponent, she found herself trying it out on Kiba. Whenever her father allowed her free time, she found herself joining in on Akamaru's walks.

She started to see the qualities her sister saw in him, why Hinata valued him as one of her closest friends. Kiba was crude, but he was also funny. He was loud, but he was also kind. He was brash, but he was fiercely loyal.

And it wasn't until she noticed how his eyes settled a little too long on her sister that Hanabi realized something else about Kiba. She wasn't sure how she felt about this revelation, but she elbowed him in the gut anyway. "Why don't you tell her?" she hissed.

He grimaced, because she was bony and her elbows were sharp, but he did not meet her eyes. It took a few minutes for him to answer, and when he did, she hurt for him.

"I'm not who she wants. I can't make her happy."

When she was thirteen, Hanabi plopped down on Akamaru and nuzzled his neck. "I am no longer clan heir," she said conversationally.

"What?" Kiba was clearly confused, unconsciously running a hand through his brown hair.

Hanabi sighed, watching as a particularly puffy cloud drifted by. "The title has been returned to nee-chan."

Kiba seemed stuck between being happy for his teammate and feeling bad for Hanabi. "How do you feel?" he asked tentatively.

The role had never truly been hers to begin with; it had always been meant for Hinata. Even though she had known she wouldn't have been able to take her sister's place, Hanabi had tried desperately not to be a disappointment.

She closed her eyes, a soft breeze ruffling through her long hair. "Free," she murmured. The burden was no longer hers. She was free to be Hanabi, not her father's "perfect" heir.

"I feel free."

Kiba was a notorious flirt. Ever since he had gotten over Hinata, he entertained himself with a succession of blond, busty, air-headed bimbos.

When around them, Hanabi had to constantly suppress the urge to slam the defenseless civilians' heads into conveniently placed walls. She didn't understand what he saw in them, these girls who couldn't kill a man with their bare hands, much less hold an intelligent conversation.

Hanabi was fifteen when she realized the implications of her newfound anger.

When she was sixteen, Konoha was at war.

Like all able-bodied chuunin, Hanabi was sent to the front lines. She was something to be reckoned with, her furious hands quick and precise, because she wasn't just protecting herself—she had a nephew to look after, and her sister, and her country, and even that stupid Kiba.

It wasn't until the battle was won that she felt any fear.

Through the grapevine, she heard that Kiba was seriously hurt.

Hanabi rushed to the medic tent, entering just in time to see Haruno Sakura closing a gaping wound on his side.

Hinata was there, as was the Hokage and Shino and Kiba's sister, but when he saw her, lifting a hand in greeting, her eyes began to well up.

"I'm going to have one kick-ass scar," Kiba grinned, winking at her. "It'll go perfectly with my title as 'War Hero'."

Everyone else rolled their eyes at him, but Hanabi rushed over, enveloping him in a hug.

Eyebrows raised and Hinata watched with rapt attention, but no one said anything. Kiba, surprised at her actions and sorry he had made her worry, automatically wrapped an arm around her.

But just that quickly, the moment was broken. Hanabi sniffed, smacking Kiba upside the head. "Idiot," she muttered.

When she was seventeen, one of the bimbos actually stuck.

Her name was Kimi, and it quickly became clear that she liked Hanabi as much as Hanabi liked her. Which, by the way, was as much as Hanabi loved root canals.

It became increasingly awkward to hang out with Kiba, because Kimi was always there, grabbing his hand, leaning in for kisses, snuggling into his embrace. And though Kiba tried to include her, Hanabi was always the third wheel.

It hurt. Not just because she loved him, but because she was losing her first and best friend. Kiba didn't have the best attention span, so he would frequently forget to meet Hanabi because Kimi wanted to see a movie, or because she had dragged him to lunch, or because he had just gotten back from a mission and she had missed him and demanded his attention.

So, after being stood up for the second time that week, Hanabi gave up on Kiba completely. She stopped showing up at his favorite spots when she knew he would be there. She pretended she didn't see when he waved at her across the market. She made herself too busy to spend time with him, taking one mission after another.

Eventually, it became hard for her to distinguish Kiba from KibaandKimi, to remember the exact way he used to ruffle her hair.

The pain numbed.

"Kimi broke up with me."

Hanabi was twenty when she answered the pounding on her window. It was Kiba, looking just as she frequently saw him in her dreams. It had been years since they had spoken anything other than meaningless pleasantries to each other, yet there he was, outside her window at one in the morning as if nothing had ever happened.

She was tired, awoken from a deep sleep by his incessant knocking, but she quickly moved out of the way so he could climb in. "What?" she asked groggily.

"Kimi," he repeated quietly, careful not to disturb others asleep on the compound. "She broke up with me."

Hanabi blinked, having trouble processing that information. "Why?"

The moonlight reflected off of his impossibly dark pupils, and suddenly Hanabi was eleven again, realizing with shock that Inuzuka Kiba could understand her feelings better than anyone else.

The silence dragged out, long enough for Hanabi to start to feel antsy under his gaze. Finally, he simply answered, "I don't want to marry her. She was wasting her time."

Hanabi's breath caught.

His silence whispered her answer.

At the age of twenty, Hyuuga Hanabi found herself washing a giant, uncooperative dog on one of her days off. She was pointedly trying to ignore her shirtless best friend, futilely wiping suds out of her hair.

"That doesn't explain why you're here," Kiba pointed out.

Hanabi reddened, keeping her gaze on the dog. "Well, unlike my sister, I have no problem expressing my feelings. It just so happens that I...I like...Akamaru here."

To further her point, Hanabi wrapped her arms around the head of the giant dog. Akamaru licked her, his tail wagging.

"Really," Kiba deadpanned. "Well, unfortunately for you, he's already got a bitch." His grin grew, his canines on full display. "But I know someone who's free."

The blush had started to return, but she looked Kiba in the eye. "Well, tell him to meet me at Ichiraku in an hour."

Kiba grinned again, a devious glint in his eye. Suddenly, he pointed the hose at Hanabi, the water showering over her and Akamaru.

She shrieked, letting go of the dog and trying to protect herself against the freezing water. Seeing that was futile, she leapt at Kiba, who was howling with laughter. The two wrestled for control of the hose, water covering them both.

She was completely soaked, and probably more clean than Akamaru. But when his lips finally ghosted over hers, Hanabi found she didn't care.

A/N: Yes, I realize that the war is technically going on now, with Hanabi being 11 yrs. But since I stated that this fic would be taking an AU turn in the first chapter (even though the concept itself was already pretty AU), I have no problem ignoring the current war and bringing in my random war from chapter 6. Deal with it. ;)

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Parings and Baybehs (with kids from oldest to youngest):

Naruto+Hinata

~Kenji

~Hitomi and Harumi

~Mayu

Kakashi+Sakura

~Obito

~Unborn child

Sasuke+Random Civilian that I have yet to name because she isn't really important

~Shuichi

~Large amount of siblings (haven't decided yet how many)

Sai+?

Kiba+Hanabi

Shino+Hana

Choji+Ino

~Choro

Shikamaru+Temari

~Shikari

~Asuma

Neji+Tenten

~Mai

Lee+Ayame

Sarutobi Asuma+Kurenai

~Yuki