I own nothing. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and pancakes belongs to whoever invented them. I'm not to sure about sake, though. Hmmm.

Anyways, this has been a disclaimer. Also if you're homophobic don't get your hopes up when you read this. Huehuehue.

Hashirama and Madara walked side by side towards the Senju Household, Hashirama wearing a confused frown. "Madara, how the hell did you manage to revive all these people?" Hashirama asked, unable to believe his eyes as the Sage Of 6 Paths strolled out of the cheesecake shop, down the street, and headed towards his own home.

Madara let out a small sigh, "Did you forget already?" He asked in annoyance. Hashirama grinned sheepishly in response.

"Stupid, I've told you this. The rinnegan, due to originally belonging to the Sage Of 6 Paths, was able to revive the Sage and everyone who had enough chakra lingering, albeit accidentally. The jutsu confused my rinnegan and revived families who had simila chakra signatures as their children." Madara explained, crossing his arms.

Tobirama, who was nearby and had heard the conversation, saw fit to casually intrude. "None of this would've happened if not for you and your cursed eyes, Uchiha." He said, walking at Madara's right. Obviously he didn't trust the Uchiha and made it so that him and his older brother were walking on both sides. Hashirama, noticing this, frowned. "That's were you're wrong, stupid Senju. These are the same type of eyes the sage himself had." Madara boasted.

He smirked at Tobirama, who's eyes narrowed in resentment. Hashirama's sighing in exasperation was ignored. "Why you fuc-" "Tobirama, since when do you swear?" Izuna interjected, joining at the left of the trio.

He had forgiven tobirama for killing him, as it had been expected on the Senju, as they had been in war.. Although Madara suspected it was due to the soft spot his precious otouto seemed to be delveloping for the blasted Senju.

"You're bound to pick up a few new habits when trapped in the Shinigami's stomach for that long." Tobirama sniffed. "Hashirama picked up no such habits." Madara commented. Tobirama arched an eyebrow and slid his eye's over to his Older Brother, who was a few feet behind the Uchiha.. Smoking a blunt made from two of five weed leaves he'd found by the Senju Clan's Greenhouse they were walking by. Madara didn't miss such an action, thanks to Tobirama.

Slowly Hashirama removed it out of his mouth and offered it to Madara, a guilty smile on his face. "Want a smoke?"
Madara's eyes narrowed.

"I still can't believe the First Hokage has been revived!" Konohamaru shouted, as he watched said Hokage walk by with the Second by his side, along with The Madara and some other guy who was apparently related to Madara or something.

"Kono, they've been back for a month now." Watase deadpanned, leading Konohamaru into the new ramen stand by his elbow. Konohamaru frowned at his boyfriend. "Watase, you don't understand! He's my idol!" Kono saw fit to get only mere inches away from Watase's face as he shouted this.

Watase only gave his uke a look. Konohamaru pouted cutely in response, enticing a small smile from Watase. The glare they both were receiving from the 12 year old two seats away went unnoticed.

"Konohamaru." The 12 year old demanded attention. Konohamaru swiveled around in his seat and saw Inari sitting at his right. "Huh? Oh! Inari!" Konohamaru grinned widely. "You understand why I'm so excited about Hashirama-sama, righ-"

"YES! OF COURSE! IT'S SO EXCITING!" Inari interrupted Konohamaru, jumping at the chance to please his favorite brunette.

"But aren't you the grandson of Tazuna the master bridge builer?" A feminine voice sounded. All heads turned to face Ayame, who was leaning over the counter to talk to them casually. "How do you even know who Shodaime-sama is?" She inquired, staring at Inari intently. She never trusted him, actually. Not since she noticed him pinning after the Sandaime's grandson.

"I-.. Um, I-.. I want Miso ramen pease!" Inari stumbled over his words, before glaring at Ayame with a small blush.

An oblivious Konohamaru was quick to order chicken ramen, completely missing the death glares Watase and Inari were aiming at each other.

"Pork Ramen." Watase ordered dully. Inari was ruining everything. He knew that was the goal.

"I'm buying." Inari offered.

"Huh? Inari, you don't have to buy-"

"Because I'm buying." Watase growled through gritted teeth.

"Oi! You dumbass idiot! I offered first!" Inari shouted, balling his little hands into fists. "Why you little-"

Hagoromo, better known as the Sage Of Six Paths, groaned, glaring a little into the ramen shop as he passed by it. He was known as 'Sage' by everyone because people refused to call him by his first name. "They're way to loud." He muttered to himself, distancing himself from the ramen shop and entering his home.

"Tadamia!" He shouted as he took off his shoes. Before his adoptive daughter, Ritana could come down running down the hallway to steal and eat his cheesecake, he set it on the table and covered it with a tinted glass cake cover.

"Welcome home, dad." A masculine voice rang throughout the room, from behind Sage. Sage slowly lifted his head, staring blankly ahead.

"Kurama."

Wow? Did I write that? Oops! ACCIDENT! (It totally wasn't). This is a semi-crack fic based off of the TwitterNoJutsu rpers on twitternojustsu. tumblr .com

I will write more, as this is not a one shot. I'll try to update once a week, usually on weekends. Ritana is the name of Road To Ninja Hinata, as I couldn't have two Hinatas' in one fanfic.