Hinata eyed the bane of her existence with a ferocity that would have a full grown man crying. Those golden coils of irritation were looking at her with, if not equal ferocity, equal intensity. Plumes of smoke rose from the pot in which her enemy was slowly being tortured—I mean cooked . Yes faithful readers. It was Ramen-sama.

Uzumaki Kazama sighed as he saw his mother waging war with ramen (the most delightful food on the planet don'tcha know?) and gazed at the sky outside. It was bright and it might not rain for a while. He looked back at his mother and noticed that she was now chopping up the carrots with a telltale hint of killer intent. Mother was in one of her food-torturing moods.

His big brother and sister were going to meet their sensei today. He hoped they got stuck with some defective piece of junk but as it was, his dad was the Hokage and by proxy, he was their dad too so he was forced to acknowledge that they wouldn't get a sucky Jounin-sensei.

The burst door open. Yes, the mix of words was completely intentional. Because when Hatake Tsuki was involved, grammar went to hell to burn.

Kazama eye him with great suspicion. He had known Tsuki for years and the guy was prone to acting whacky and all together 'kunoichi-like' if you're idea of a kunoichi was a pissed off Tsunade-sama. "Guess what?"

"I will not guess what."

"Guess."

"I have not lived this long by acting foolish. I will not guess."

Tsuki walked up to him and grabbed him by his collar. "Guess."

"I don't care."

"STOP ACTING LIKE A PRISSY UCHIHA AND F#$*& ! GUESS!"

"The world is about to end."

"No."

"Rokudaime-sama has declared ramen day again?" Kazama asked hopefully.

"No." Tsuki looked slightly disturbed. Perhaps it was the drool leaking from the corner of Kazama's mouth, but we digress.

"The rumors have been proven true and Kurenai-sama really does have a beard?"

"NO!"

" We're actually from the past and have come to save the future?"

"No."

"We're a part of a crappy fanfiction that doesn't have a plot and the author is just winging it?"

Tsuki looked at him weirdly. "I'm not even going to ask."

His mother's voice drifted into his ears. "You're playing a very dangerous game Kazama-chan. Messing with the fourth wall is forbidden in this realm."

"Sorry mother."

Tsuki was frustrated. These Uzumaki's never did make any sense. So as any sensible shinobi would do, he kicked Kazama in the shin twice and told him that the third generation of Ino-Shika-Chou had been formed.

"I knew that."

"You suck."

The door banged open a second time and Kazama swore that the door would need fixing if it was banged open again.

In stepped his loving and familial—

"KAZAMA YOU COCK SUCKER, GUESS WHO'S THE BEST KUNOICHI EVER DATTEBAYO!?"

-sister and brother. Notice the sarcasm.

Kushina and Kazama didn't have the best relationship on account of the fact that she swore a lot and he didn't generally condone such behavior. Minato nii-san was somewhere in between. A peacemaker.

Hinata congratulated the hyper girl and promised her lots of ramen and generally made a big fuss over her. Kazama had reason to believe that she had the in-built talent of tuning out hyperactive swearing. He, unfortunately, did not have that skill.

The door banged open a third time (the poor poor door) and tore from its hinges. But of course, it was the specialty of the household to not care about such inane things as destroyed necessary property. They were Uzumaki after all.

Rokudaime Hokage-sama, sometimes known as The Orange Idiot (TOI), The Dad, The Husband, The Boss, the Student, The Legacy, The Child Of Prophecy, The Toad Sage, The Prude, The Dobe and occasionally That Guy, had begun enthusiastically yelling in his children's ears about how awesome they were dattebayo! and how he's so very proud of them and that they'll protect Konoha even better than he had because 'You're my children after all and not Sasuke-teme's dattebayo!'. Kazama's ears were ringing by the time they'd had ramen and re-enumerated all of the previous Team 7's epic adventures. Tsuki stayed over as he almost always did because his mom worked late night shifts at the hospital and his dad was on long term diplomatic missions often.

Kazama contemplated his life. He was the youngest of the household and, as is often the case, was ignored quite a bit. It wasn't exactly new to him and he'd gotten over it, but he knew he was weaker than his siblings. While Minato nii-san sucked at Taijutsu and Kushina was abysmal at Genjutsu, they were geniuses in their own fields. Minato nii-san was a prodigy at fuinjutsu and Kushina was a Taijutsu genius. He was nowhere near their level. Kushina was loud and obnoxious and wore her heart on her sleeve and Minato nii-san had epic diplomatic skills. Kazama didn't have any of that. He was introverted and didn't talk much. He rarely ever spoke up and thus was a wallflower. He rolled over in bed. Tsuki snored. At least I have an awesome friend I can rely on he thought happily. Although there was that time that Tsuki abandoned him to his fate when Hitomi tried to kill him…

Shikari gazed at the Nara house, the place she had been a prisoner to for the last 12 years of her life. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it's just that it was a bit claustrophobic and she happened to like the outdoors better. She avoided the front door all together and went through the side door. Which ninja is stupid enough to enter their own home through the front door (weird ninja's that's who. I mean, everyone knows that front doors are for the uncool ninjas.)

She expertly flipped on to the ledge that was conveniently placed about mid distance from the ground to the second floor and swung herself onto the window sill. She opened the window and got in. Perfectly executed. The downside she thought as she stepped on something squishy, is that I should have checked to see if there were any ambushers.

"Ow you brat." Her dad grunted lazily. Hence why there were no exclamation marks or commas. Troublesome.

Her mother entered the room and Shikari panicked.

"Congratulations brat. Of course, if you weren't so damn lazy you'd have passed two years ago but who's counting?" Her mom was a beautiful woman. She was nice, compassionate and diplomatic. Downside? She was troublesome at best and a mother at worst.

If she's here and dad is hiding out in my room, then that means—

"Onee-sama! Are you Genin? Were you the best in your year? Is your sensei cool? Have you gone on a mission yet? HAVE YOU KICKED BUTT?!" an overexcitable brown hair-at-shoulder-length and green eyed 8 year old kid yelled excitedly.

-Kei-baka is here. Most of the time, life in the Nara House was quiet. Her dad was at the Hokage Office battling paperwork and she was at the academy or on the grounds sleeping or training. But when her mother and brother came to visit from Suna, life went to hell.

She had her mom's hair colour and the spikiness was 'freaking genetic!' she swears. She was tall for a girl of her age and she normally wore subtle tones like brown or light blue and forest green. Kei however, was the epitome of 'bad ninja' in terms of clothing. He wore bright green and yellow often and he was really loud. He had their dad's hair colour, something he despised himself for.

Yes, despised. Because Kei hated their dad. Just like Shikari didn't all together adore her mom. She was just so troublesome and she yelled too much and didn't let her go out enough.

Kei hated dad because he was too lazy and sloppy and he was stealing his mom away from him and 'how dare he do that!'

As Shikari stared at her odd family, one of which was under her feet. "Troublesome." Dad and her muttered in unison.

"Stop copying my sister you annoying pessimistic freak!"

"No yelling at your father Kei!"

"But he started yet!"

"He didn't even do anything!"

"He was drooling!"

Temari glanced at Shikamaru who looked even more troubled than usual. No drool, check.

"He was not! Stop causing trouble when it's not necessary! Your sister was just like this when she was a kid!"

Shikari narrowed her eyes. "I was never troublesome you hag! It was all you!"

"Stop fighting all of you." Shikamaru said exasperatedly.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Kei yelled for all he was worth at the man lying on the ground under Shikari's feet.

Typical, just typical. Who cares whether I graduated or not. We've got mom to contend with.

She happily omitted Kei's involvement in the problem.

The day flew by as fast as a lame duck in a frozen pond. (hint hint: duck butt hair) As Shikari mercifully went to bed, her head pounded uncontrollably. It always did. And people wondered why she slept so much. Her room door opened by a fraction and in stepped her dad.

Shikamaru looked down at his first child and whispered something in her ear that made her sleep with a smile on her face.

"I'm proud of you."

After partying with the gang on a job well done and 'could the Genin exams get any easier?' was flung about before all of them headed home, Inori had to pick up Choujiro.

Inori was a handsome boy, even by his mother's standards (trust him, Akimichi Ino was very hard to please) with light blonde coloured hair that reached his hips and bangs that gently fell over his pale blue eyes that usually pierced everything he gazed upon but were now dull and gloomy. Inori didn't hate Choujiro, though everyone who knew him swore that he did, because let's face it, twins can't hate each other no matter how hard they tried. And believe him, he'd tried.

Inori, while happy that he had graduated, wasn't that pleased with the idea of being on the same team as Choujiro. He was weak and they both knew it. Choujiro would be dead weight. And Shikari was too bitchy to really be a joyful addition to the duo.

Why couldn't I be on the same team as Kushina-hime? thought Inori in melancholy as he saw Choujiro in the distance. He walked up to the plump boy and asked him how he felt about the team placements.

"I don't know, but I'm really glad Kokoro's not on our team. I think I would have cried!" Another crippling thing about his twin was that he cried too easily. Inori swore something happened to them at birth and he took all the shinobi-ness out of Choujiro. Choujiro would say that something did happen and it was that he'd taken all of Inori's ability to feel.

As they walked home, they discussed things like 'Minato looked like he came back from the dead today!' and 'What's it going to be like being on a team with bitchi-ari?' and 'I wonder if she'll have a nervous breakdown like her dad does all the time…'

They entered their clan grounds and walked through the front door like normal human beings. Unlike paranoid aerobics instructors and Rock Lee. The weird people. Thank goodness they didn't know anybody who didn't walk through their own front door to enter their house.

"WELCOME HOME BOYS!" their mother yelled as soon as they'd set foot into the house. There was confetti on the floor and a banner stating 'TO THE COOLEST NINJA'S TO EVER WEAR THE HEADBAND'

Inori went red with embarrassment and humiliation. If Kushina-hime saw this, she'd really hate me! He promised he would do something to reduce the embarrassment his mom caused so that he'd be prepared for the time he asked Kushina-hime over for dinner when she became his girlfriend.

Which would happen just as soon as he got the courage to look her in the eye. Just as soon as that happened.

His dad smiled at them and handed them a chips packet each. He gave Inori the high calorie one though. Inori mentally sighed.

Choujiro grinned and thanked dad and immediately began stuffing his face with the food on the table. He hung back and wished he were anywhere but here. His mom grinned at him cheerfully and told him to 'dig in! Made it myself.' And Inori had to eat it. His mom making something for them implied that she'd worked hard for it and spent time on it—time she could have been spending in rehab after her grueling missions. He'd been raised to appreciate the care a woman put in her work for her men. He'd be damned if his mother was disappointed in him!

He hadn't inherited his father's appreciation for food. Most would think this was a good thing but it wasn't for him.

Why? Because he was to be the 18th head of the Akimichi clan as in he'd have to do their jutsus, as in he'd need to be fat. But try as he might, his metabolism was too fast and his appetite was too little. Choujiro was going to be the head of the Yamanaka clan someday and he sucked at the clan's jutsus.

If only I were born second.

"Who's your sensei?"

"Sarutobi Asuma."

Ino and Chouji smiled sadly but his it quite well. After all, Asuma-sensei wouldn't want them to feel bad so many years down the line.

"That's amazing! I heard he was a real prodigy. You're lucky to have him as your sensei!"

"If only I were born a civilian…"

"Don't chu want cho be a chinobi atch all Inoli?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full Choujiro, it's unsightly."

"Yes dad." Choujiro gulped down the food and asked his question again.

"I'd rather be a civilian than deal with bitchi-ari on a daily basis." Inori said firmly. Women were one thing, Shikari was another. She wasn't human let alone female.

"We're going to have another test though, to see if we're really cut out to be shinobi." Choujiro looked worried.

Inori snorted. Of course he was worried. Choujiro should be because he wasn't cut out to be a shinobi at all!

"Something funny Inori-chan?" his mom said sweetly. A little too sweetly.

"DON'T KILL ME!"

He ran faster than anything you have ever seen, because of course, you can't see the Yellow Flash when he flashes (not that way you sickos) or when Minato Hiraishins to places.

"I was going to tell him to eat his food is all. Weird child." Ino shook her head morosely as she cleared away the dishes. Chouji got up and helped her. Choujiro said he was a bit tired and went to bed. On the opposite end of the house.

One end for Inori, one for Choujiro. His mom and dad slept somewhere inbetween.

It shows what we're like really. I'm extremely awesome, Chou's extremely lame and mom and dad are somewhere in between…

Name: Uzumaki Minato

Age: 12 years old

D.O.B: 2nd November 103 A.R.S (After Rikudo-Sennin)

Favourite saying: Ramen is power.

Family: Uzumaki Naruto (father), Uzumaki Hinata (mother), Uzumaki Kushina (twin sister), Uzumaki Kazama (younger brother)

Team: Inuzuka Kokoro, Uzumaki Kushina, Utatane Akihiko

Likes: Reading history scrolls, helping mom cook, eating ramen with family, helping Kazama with school work, sparring with Kushina (even though he always loses) and practicing fuinjutsu.

Dislikes: People who want to harm Konoha and Inori (he's not getting within a ten meter range of Kushina if I have anything to say about it!)

Strengths: Strategizing, Fuinjutsu, Speed, improvising and cooking

Weaknesses: Taijutsu and genjutsu

Favourite weapon: Ninja wire (trapping an enemy is better than beating them to a bloody pulp. Violence is good only when necessary)

Favourite attack: Hiraishin

(A/N: I'm sorry the story is progressing so slowly but I am setting the scene and it is a bit difficult to write long chapters because I'm so used to writing short ones!

Team 10 is Inori, Shikari and Choujiro. I hope I've made them as realistic as possible!

Who do you guys want a bio for now?

Review so I may write! Thanks again Abdullahsaurus {he's forcing me to write this})