A/N: This is probably the fastest I'll ever update. I seriously have so much fun writing this story. Thank you for the reviews, story alerts and favorites! You guys made me feel like this story is actually worth writing. Thank you so much!

Also, this is a semi-spoiler: In the manga, Kushina states that one of her nicknames was the Red Hot-Blooded Habanero. So, don't give me any credit for it!

Hope you enjoy.

"Kushina."

Poke.

"Kushinaaaaaaaa. Earth to Kushina."

Poke. Poke.

"Leave her alone, space commander."

"Be quiet, Fugaku, my baby does not just stare into space like that for no reason!" Poke. "Kushina!"

Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke.

"Oh, Inoichi, what are you doing? How could you take advantage of Kushina like that?"

….

"Damn it," Poke. "KUSHINA UZUMAKI, IS THAT HARUNO?"

"Huh, what?" Said redhead shot up in her seat, knocking into the table in front of her in the process. "Ow, shit."

"Language," Mikoto reminded her cheerily. Kushina sank back into the red and white sparkly booth that she shared with Inoichi and looked around.

After the exciting episode with 'God', err, Minato they decided to continue their date and have dinner. Much to Kushina's protests, of course. Blushing at her growling stomach, Mikoto suggested going to the retro diner that was notorious for double dates and messy hamburgers. Kushina was aware of how rude she was being; she just didn't care. The date with Inoichi was more for Mikoto than the blonde bully. So, as they sat in the bustling diner, Kushina picked at her French fries and promptly ignored everyone in the room. Eventually, she slipped completely into her mind and forgot she was even there. There was one thing on her mind.

Minato Namikaze.

All she could think about as her friend and their dates laughed and ate was her meeting with Minato. After he introduced himself, an awkward silence followed where the normally impulsive Kushina would have said something like 'Finally!' or 'Took you long enough!'. But she had been stunned. Minato, still grinning, slinked in between Kushina and Inoichi with an eerie 'See ya later' and a half wave at her before strolling down the sidewalk. Kushina hadn't been able to take her eyes off of his retreating form until he disappeared into the distance.

She gripped her red hair in frustration. What did he mean by 'See ya later'? Would she actually see him later? Or was he just using it as some generic farewell?

Sighing, she jammed a French fry into her mouth.

"I'll walk you home."

"Huh?" Kushina looked up, startled. Mikoto, Inoichi and Fugaku were already standing and there was a tip already on the table. "Oh," She stood up and slipped out of the booth to stand next to Inoichi. Mikoto and Fugaku were holding hands with their foreheads together, whispering sweet nothings at each other. Kushina had the sudden urge to puke all over the polished white and black tiled floor.

"So, wanna get going?" Inoichi scratched the back of his head and looked down at the grimacing redhead.

"Go where?" She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, still not making eye contact with him. Inoichi wasn't really bothered by it; more time to ogle her chest without getting punched in the face.

"I said I'll walk you home," He repeated, gesturing to the door.

Kushina opened her mouth to tell him the only place she would like for him to walk was off a cliff when Mikoto suddenly turned to them and answered for her. "How sweet of you, Inoichi! She would love that."

"I would most certainly not," Kushina snapped. Mikoto glared at her and she quickly backpedaled, "want to walk home alone," She finished weakly, trying to smile. She probably looked like a mentally challenged five years old with a brain freeze.

"Awesome, let's go," Inoichi wrapped his arm around her and dragged her out of the diner. She almost stumbled on her too high heels trying to keep up with his long legged stride.

The walk from the diner to her house was surprisingly short. The only unpleasant noises were Inoichi's failed attempts at small talk, which were quickly rejected by a snappy rebuttal from Kushina. It could have been worse, she concluded as they stepped up to her front door. She turned to face him after unlocking her door, waiting for him to leave.

"I had a great time," He smiled warmly at her.

"I can't imagine why," She retorted, almost rolling her eyes. Inoichi laughed awkwardly. "Aren't you leaving?"

"Right," He said. He didn't make a move to leave. Kushina opened her mouth to tell him to leave in a very rude manner when she interrupted again. This time it wasn't Mikoto's cheery but threatening intervention. It was Inoichi's chapped lips against her own.

Kushina stared, wide-eyed, at Inoichi's closed eyelids. What the hell? Oh god, was that his tongue? Kushina had no idea what to do. Scream? Kick him in the family jewels? Bite his tongue off?

As if it was a knee-jerk reaction, her hand snapped across his face with a satisfying slap that echoed in the quiet night air.

Kushina's enraged scowl morphed into an expression of shock as she stared at her hand that was still frozen in the air to the glaring red mark on Inoichi's cheek. The Red Hot-Blooded Habanero does not slap people. Especially perverts who take her first kiss. She beats them to a bloody pulp until they beg for mercy. The high-heels and double dates must be seriously affecting her morals.

"Bastard!" She shrieked. He looked taken aback, as if a girl had never spoken to him like that. "You tormented me my whole life and made my life a living hell as if it was your day job until I hit puberty and got boobs!" She shouted, gesturing to her well-endowed chest, "And now you're acting like you're head over heels for me and took my first kiss! Well, guess what. Fuck you!"

"I didn't-" The blonde started, looking somewhat angry at the redhead's rant.

"I don't care what you did and didn't do," Kushina screamed, clenching her fists and ignoring the pain of her keys digging into her palm, "I don't like you and I never will. I still love Haruno!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth Kushina regretted it. She clapped her hands over her big mouth, cursing her stupidity.

"Well, he doesn't love you!" Inoichi retorted, now fully angered by her speech, "He ranted about how annoying you were when you stared at him and followed him around until middle school! He said you were ugly and fat and creepy!"

"Shut up!" Kushina put her palms to her ears as if it would block out Inoichi's hurtful words.

"He hates you!"

Awkward, anti-climatic silence ensued the heated argument. Crickets chirped and owls hooted.

Kushina bit her lip, willing herself not to cry. She hadn't let Inoichi or any of his friends make her cry since elementary school and she wasn't about to break that streak. She blinked back any tears before they could spill over and looked up at Inoichi, smirking. "I'll just have to change that, won't I?"

Slamming the door in his face satisfied her almost as much as the surprise on his face.

"Oh, man, what was I thinking?" Kushina tugged at her long red locks as she sank to the floor. "I'll just have to change that, won't I?" She imitated herself in a manner that made her sound like she had a lisp.

Sighing, she stood up and turned her attention to the television in the living room. She could have sworn that she turned it off before she left. She wrenched her feet out of the death heels and threw them behind her blindly. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, she froze. Was that just a groan of pain or was she hearing things? She clicked off the television and shook her head as if to clear it of cobwebs.

"I just need a hot, relaxing bath," She said to herself and made her way towards her parents' large Jacuzzi tub.

"I want you and your beautiful sooouul," Kushina sang, stepping out of the lukewarm bath water. "Your beautiful soul, yeeeaaaaah!"

Her music was turned up all the way, most likely audible from the front of the house. Oh, how she loved being home alone. Her parents were on a mission trip to Suna for her entire school year. The only sign of their existence was the constant post cards and funding mailed to her every Sunday.

Kushina wrapped a white fluffy towel around her body and wrapped her long scarlet locks in a towel. She grabbed her purple hairbrush and danced down the hallway to the kitchen.

She was right, she could hear Born This Way from the kitchen. Getting lost in the beat, Kushina began shamelessly dancing and singing along into her hairbrush. "I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes," Kushina whipped her head around, her hair escaping it's bounds, "I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!" The redhead skipped to the fridge, still muttering the lyrics. She grabbed the carton of milk, "Rejoice and love yourself today, 'cause baby you were born this way."

"Well, thanks," A voice said behind her, "That means a lot."

Kushina was sure she screamed louder than she ever had in her life at that very moment. So startled, the open milk carton slipped from her shaky fingers as she whipped around, splattering milk on the kitchen tiles.

Perched on her kitchen counter, sitting Indian style was none other than Minato Namikaze. An insufferable smirk adorning his lips barely concealed the laughter in his bright eyes. On his lap sat a plate with a meal that looked as if a blind man had prepared it for him.

A million and one questions raced through Kushina's mind as she stumbled back in shock. Making contact with the counter behind her, she gripped it hard as if she could get a grip of the situation with it. The questions began to hurt her brain and they all spewed out at once.

"Why are how food did milk," She realized she was making absolutely no sense, "What?" She almost applauded herself on the first coherent thing out of her mouth. Minato's amusement was bubbling to the surface

He burst out laughing and Kushina sank down to the floor, paying no mind that she was sitting in a puddle of milk half naked. She stared at him as he threw his head back in laughter, his eyes shut. She waited for him to stop laughing and used his distraction to calm down and get a handle on the surprise visit.

"Are you done yet?" She asked, surprised at how calm her voice sounded. He looked at her, suddenly somber. He stuffed food into his mouth with his fingers and nodded. She frowned at his less than perfect table manners. "How did you get here? Why are you here? When did you-"

"I can see your, ahem," He interrupted her with his mouth full and nodded his head towards her legs. He swallowed his large bite of food as she blinked, "your assets."

"My assets," She repeated, blinking again, staring at him blankly.

"You know," He scratched the back of his head, more food already in his mouth, "Your girl parts," He informed her only slightly abashed, crumbs on the corners of his mouth.

"My girl parts," She said slowly, looking down at herself. The towel was small and fit her snuggly, also showing a fair amount of cleavage. Her knees were together but her feet were as far away from each other as they could go, giving Minato a full view of her girl parts. "Pervert!" She jumped up from her spot.

Her flying fist was caught by his hand, catching her off guard. Before she knew what was happening, Kushina's dominant arm was twisted behind her back, which was now facing Minato who had a firm grip on her other wrist. "What-"

"You know," Minato began in a cool, calculating tone, "You sure do act tough, but it would be so easy for any guy to take advantage of you," He told her like it was a casual conversation between two acquaintances passing each other on the street. As if to emphasis his statement he placed his lips on the sensitive juncture where her neck met her shoulder.

Kushina was frozen. She didn't make a sound or move. Never in her life had she been in a situation like this. The closest thing was the stolen kiss with Inoichi, but she had quickly disposed of him. This, however, was different. The grip on her wrists was obviously of someone with strength that was well beyond hers. As flaky looking as he was, Minato was strong. And kind of scary. If she made a move to free her wrists, his grip would undoubtedly just get stronger and if that happened Kushina was sure it would snap her bones in half. If she tried head butting him, her head would just land on his shoulder, probably making it seem like she was giving him permission to do more. That brought up the most troubling factor that made this situation different. Her body had no desire to stop him. His lips were surprisingly soft on her skin besides the strong sucking that made her feel dizzy with pleasure. The responsible part of her mind was screaming for him to stop. She wasn't in control and it made her feel helpless. She couldn't stand feeling like helpless goo in his hands as much as her body liked it. There were so many things wrong with this turn of events. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

"Stop," She whimpered, "Please."

He abruptly released her, gently shoving her forward. "See what I mean?" He looked her with a frustratingly easy-going smile when she turned to face him. "Go change and I'll answer any questions you have, Habanero."

Anger rose in her quickly. If she wasn't overly aware of her half-naked state she would have snapped at him about ordering her around in her own home and taking advantage of her just to prove a point. Instead, she turned on her heel, snatching up her hairbrush and towel from her hair and stalked down the hall with a call back to him, "Get your feet off the counter!"

"Aye-aye, Captain!"

After much debate on her wardrobe, Kushina padded back to the front of the house where the kitchen, dining room and living room were. Never has she had so much trouble deciding what pajamas to wear. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard by wearing short shorts and a tank top – or that she was inviting him to have his way with her - but she didn't want to look gross with baggy sweatpants and an over-sized t-shirt. She finally settled on sweatpants that stopped under her knees and a form-fitting hoodie that had "Konoha High" written across the chest in red letters. Safe and warm.

Kushina glanced at the kitchen and noted the puddle of milk and dropped carton were no longer there. A certain blonde home-invading rapist was also missing.

"Aw," A voice from the living room whined, "I was seriously looking forward to a skimpy nightgown."

Kushina whirled around. Minato sat on her coffee table in the same manner he had with the kitchen counter. His plate filled again.

"Like those silk ones with the lace that-" While the blonde was fantasizing about inappropriate nightwear, gesturing with hand motions, a furious redhead stalked over to him.

"You can't just come into my house and eat my food! I don't even know you!" Kushina screamed, grabbing the plate from Minato.

"I can and I did," Minato tried to reach for the plate, but Kushina held it higher above her head. She wasn't nearly as tall as Minato, but she had a standing advantage over his own sitting one.

"Who do you think you are?" Kushina seethed at his attitude.

He smirked, "God."

She rolled her eyes at his response. "That was rhetorical and cut that shit out!"

"I think you know me pretty well," He said as if she hadn't spoken. "We've known each other for," He stopped to count on his fingers. "Like nine or ten years!"

"We've known of each other for that amount of time," She retorted, sitting down on the couch and examining the plate of food. She picked up something orange and popped it in her mouth. "You can hardly call you stalking me my whole life has knowing each other."

He raised his eyebrows at her as she chewed. She didn't spit it out or choke on it in disgust. He was impressed. She continued to eat and looked at him expectantly. "You're in second place for the people I know the best," He commented, standing on the coffee table only to drop down next to her on the couch. She looked at him, confusion knitting her eyebrows together. "Jiraiya is first."

She thought for a moment before it dawned on her, "That white haired teenager that reminded me of Santa Claus?"

Minato barked out a surprised laugh at her last statement, "He's not really a teenager anymore."

"Ah, right."

They were quiet for a long moment. The only sound was their chewing as they shared the plate of exotic food.

"You smell like body odor," Kushina commented, wrinkling her nose at him.

"Do I?" He sniffed his armpit and shrugged, "I don't really have access to basic hygiene."

"Your teeth are so white though," He bared his teeth at her, making her giggle.

"I use your toothbrush."

Her giggling ended abruptly. "You aren't serious," She said matter-of-factly.

"You're right," He grinned, scratching the back of his head, "I use your dad's."

"There's towels over there," Kushina told Minato over the loud roar of her shower, pointing to a pile of towels, "I'll go get you some clothes and a toothbrush. I'll be waiting right outside, so just knock on the door when you're done."

Minato nodded absently, not really paying attention. Kushina rolled her eyes and turned to leave. Grabbing the doorknob, she remembered something. She turned around and immediately faced the door again, her face red. "Jeez, Minato, can't you at least wait until I leave the room?"

The blonde looked at her turned back with his shirt half way up his torso, amused. "It's not my fault you're so shy."

"I am not shy!" She snapped. "Don't use my razor, I'll get you one!"

Minato almost laughed as she slammed the door shut behind her. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stepped under the warm spray, his back muscles twitching in approval.

Kushina leaned against the door and glared up at the ceiling as if it was the source of all of her troubles. "Stupid, cute, arrogant, attractive-" She stopped herself and shook her head. "No, bad Kushina."

She put her hands to both sides of her head and rubbed furiously, trying to rid the inappropriate thoughts of her temporary houseguest. Kushina still couldn't believe that she was going to be living with him for God knows how long.

"Do you really?" Kushina had asked him after throwing him a disgusted glance.

"Only sometimes," He revealed, leaning back into the couch and chewing on his lip thoughtfully, "I don't have a home or a job so I just wander from house to house and use the cleanest looking toothbrush."

"Okay, gross," She shuddered, "And why don't you have a home? What about your brother Jerry, or whatever?"

"Jiraiya and he wasn't my brother. More like a guardian," He corrected, pursing his lips together. Kushina found herself fascinated with his lips. "He started travelling once he graduated. He's an author. He said he wanted to see more of the world to get better experience to become a better writer."

"He just left you alone?" She asked, concern coloring her voice. Kushina had discarded the interesting food combination and came back with a bag of marshmallows. She popped one in her mouth and took the chance to study him while he talked. He looked at his hands and around the room while he told her his tale. He would occasionally meet her stare out of the corner of his eyes.

"Not exactly," Minato stretched his long legs out and let his feet rest on the coffee table, "I was fifteen when he left - old enough to get a job. So, he got me a job as a bartender-" Kushina coughed on her sugary sweet and Minato glanced at her in amusement. "-And it was pretty nice at first. Free drinks, a ton of attention from girls and free boarding."

"You worked at a bar when you were fifteen? And you got free drinks?" Kushina gaped at him incredulously. He nodded and shrugged.

"I told them I was eighteen and they were either stupid enough to believe me or I was too good looking to turn down," He gave her a confident grin, "I like to think it was the latter."

"Wait, how old are you now?" Kushina asked, offering him a marshmallow once she got over her initial shock of his little revelation.

"Eighteen," He threw the marshmallow up and caught it in his mouth skillfully.

"Well, since you're so good looking, I guess I believe you," She rolled her eyes and thumped him on the head.

"Ow! Okay, okay. I'm seventeen," He rubbed his head, wincing. "But I'll be eighteen in January."

"Fair enough," She put her feet next to his on the coffee table, "So, if you had a job and lady attention and a place to stay, what happened?"

"I ran away," He revealed, laying his head on hers. She shoved him away and asked why. "I'm a free spirit, the attention got creepy when forty year-old, recently divorced women began following me into storage closets and propositioning me and my boss couldn't cook at all. If I see another fast food joint I'll gouge my eyes out. Plus, I was a defiant, confused, hormone, impulsive teenager."

"You still are," Kushina muttered under her breath.

"Hey! I am not," Minato defended himself, slightly offended.

"So, you've just been wandering around for almost three years using strangers' toothbrushes and sleeping in trees?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, pretty much," He nodded.

"I guess that explains why you're here," She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Does it?"

"You want to stay here, right?" Kushina looked up at him. He looked down at her and nodded. "How did you know my parents were going to be gone for a year?"

"I didn't, but wow!" He grinned excitedly, "That's convenient!"

Kushina stared at him in disbelief. "You are unbelievable."

He kept grinning in triumph.

"Well, if you're going to stay here you are going to be clean," She stood up and inspected him with her hands on her hips, "Shower time, monkey boy."

While Kushina relived the scene inside her head, she had slid down to a sitting position with her back against the door. Her hands were wrapped around her legs which where pulled up to her chest.

"Hmph," She puffed out her cheeks in a pouting manner, "I can't believe I agreed to this."

Next thing Kushina knew, the door was no longer holding her up and she was laying flat against cold, white tiles that suspiciously felt like her bathroom tiles. Her eyes traveled up tan, lean legs skipped over the white towel that draped across thin hips, past the golden, taut skin stretched over abs that she wanted to run her hands and tongue all over and-

"Enjoying the view?"

Kushina felt red from the strands of her hair to the color of her face to the core of her being. "Yea-NO!" She snapped up once her eyes met his own and put her hands to her flaming cheeks. His chuckle made her blaze with anger rather than mortification. She stood up, getting in his face. "You might have spiky hair, hypnotic blue eyes and a perfect grin that resembles a rock star. You also might have the surfer thing going on with the blonde hair and the perfect abs, but…" Her voice trailed off as her hands probed his abs and gazed into said hypnotic eyes.

"You were saying?" His voice sounded oddly husky and the temperature in the room seemed to be that of an oven.

She snatched her hand away from his body, stepped back until her back met the hallway wall and took a deep breath, "Put some clothes on!"

"That's why I opened the door," He frowned. Minato resembled a pouting little boy who was wrongly accused of something.

"Oh, right!" Kushina slapped her forehead. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she completely forgot to get him clothes and a toothbrush. "Come with me and bring your old clothes."

Minato disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a pile of tattered clothes.

Kushina led him past three rooms to the end of the hall. One door was open and revealed a laundry room, which Kushina told him to toss his clothes in. The other door was shut. She told him it was her father's study. On the right at the end of the hallway, there was a door that was half open. She said it was in the making to be her study. She opened a door on the left and ushered him in. Her bedroom, he presumed.

It wasn't too large or small. A full bed with a handmade quilt and piles of pillows was shoved into one corner. On the bed lay boxes of scattered, individually wrapped candy, open magazines, a telephone and bottles of nail polish in every color of the rainbow. In the middle of the room there was a mattress with blankets and pillows. It seemed somewhat out of place. A dresser with clothes poking out of the drawers sat in a corner on the right side of the room. Minato stepped closer to inspect the picture frames on top of it. Most of them were of Kushina and a girl with blue hair. One of them made Minato look even closer. There was a group of girls in front of an unfamiliar house all in skimpy costumes. Behind them, the house was decorated with fake spider webs and glowing pumpkins. There was a girl with dark hair in two buns dressed up as a Chinese warrior. In Minato's opinion, there was no way she could fight in a skirt that short or heels that high. Next to her was the blue-haired girl that frequented Kushina's other pictures. She was clad in a skin-tight navy blue police uniform complete with fishnets, handcuffs and a police hat. The girl had her arm around Kushina's waist. At least Minato was pretty sure it was Kushina. She had the same long, vibrant hair as Kushina. She had on the cliché white nurse's uniform that nurses didn't even wear anymore. It fit her curves in all the right places and showed a generous amount of cleavage. The nurse's cap, ruby red lips, white fishnet stockings and white stiletto's completed the outfit. Minato was seriously regretting not showing up a month ago. Kushina coughed behind him and Minato barely glanced at the other two girls. One with messy brown hair dressed up in lingerie and dog-ears and the other had some kind of white-spotted brown leotard, brown tights and antlers. She was also slightly bent over to reveal a fluffy tail.

"That was Halloween this year," Kushina explained, looking at the picture fondly. "The Chinese girl is Cho, her real name is ChoCho, but she hates it so we just call her Cho. She's also pathetically in love with Hiashi and Hizashi Hyuga. That's Mikoto, my best friend. Fugaku, her sort of boyfriend went nuts over her costume. He's going to be police chief when he takes over his family's business. That's me," She laughed awkwardly, obviously embarrassed by her outfit, "Mikoto found out that Haruno was going to Fugaku's party as a doctor so she forced me to be a nurse," She rolled her eyes at her friend's antics, "The puppy is Tsume Inuzuka. She's all right once you get over how much of a loud bitch she is. The deer is Yoshino or Yoshi. She forced Shikaku Nara to go out with her. I think they're good together, though. He's really laid back and needs someone dominating like her to keep him on a leash."

Minato merely nodded as she explained all of this, his eyes never straying from Kushina in the Halloween picture. "Who is Haruno?" He asked after a moment.

"Huh? Oh," Kushina blushed, "Never mind that. Move so I can get you clothes," She pushed him out of the way and opened a drawer. She pulled out boxers, a neatly folded t-shirt that had "Konoha - Cross Country" written on it and navy sweatpants. She handed them to Minato and turned around while he changed.

"So, why do you have a whole drawer full of men's clothing?" Minato asked suspiciously, dropping the towel.

At the sound of clothing hitting the floor, Kushina fought the temptation to peek over her shoulder. "My freshman year I got really embarrassed about my body developing and I went through a period where I tried to be a boy. Mikoto used to say 'It's cute, really. But it would be even cuter if you didn't do it'," Kushina laughed, shaking her head. "I never got rid of any of it. That whole dresser is filled with men's clothes. My real clothes are in my closet and that dresser," She pointed to a mirror dresser pushed against the same wall the door was attached to.

"You sure do talk a lot," Minato commented, pulling the t-shirt over his head.

"You asked!" Kushina plopped onto her bed and watched him pull the sweatpants on. His hair was even spikier than before, almost completely dry from the shower. "Teeth brushing time!"

After finding Minato a spare toothbrush, the two stood side by side in front of her sink mirror, brushing their teeth in silence. Kushina almost giggled at the memory of both of them going to spit at the same time. She had accidently spit on the back of his head. Once they both rinsed out their mouths of left over toothpaste she put his head under the sink and washed the toothpaste out. She admittedly massaged his scalp a little more than necessary, but she couldn't help it with the look of pleasure on his face as she did so. It was also pretty endearing how he straightened up and shook his hair dry like a dog.

Now, she lay in her bed, the only source of light in the room was the clock on her nightstand, which read 12:42. The fact that she had school the next day wasn't really an urgent fact at that moment. The only thing that really concerned her was the strange teenager deeply asleep on the mattress, usually reserved for Mikoto, in the middle of her bedroom.

Kushina groaned quietly and rolled over to face the wall. There was no way she was going to get any sleep.

A/N: Kind of a crappy ending, but oh well. I was going to write the morning after but it was already ten pages on word and I figured I need to save more material for the next few chapters, you know?

I made an OC. It hurts, but I had to. Unless it wasn't painfully obvious Cho is Tenten's mother. Tenten is pretty much my favorite character and the fact that she has little to no depth or background at all upsets me. And I needed to add another friend to their group. Since Tenten is a real character and someone had to give birth to her it's not a complete OC. Or that's the way I like to look at it. Like Haruno!

And incase you missed the minimal screentime that Shikamaru's mother had, Yoshino is actually a character and she is Shikamaru's mother. Obviously. So, yeah. All those characters will be in this story blah blah blah.

Hope you liked it!