Ino smiled flirtatiously at the mirror, admiring her make-up job. Since her make-up collection was back home, she'd had to borrow her mother's. Her mother had watched with some amusement as Ino used her tiny and somewhat uncoordinated hands to carefully and rather expertly apply foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge, and lipstick. On an adult, the makeup-job would've been absolutely perfect. On a child however... Ino's mother had found it cute, but others would find it slightly creepy.

Why Ino was making this effort was because she was setting out on yet another attempt to get her man. Her exceedingly shy man who obviously didn't know how to deal with women, or he would've gotten over his reservations and she would've gotten him already. This time, he wouldn't know she was pursuing him which meant that he wouldn't start making excuses to rapidly leave the area when she entered it which meant she actually had a shot. If she could succeed just once...

Carefully adjusting her mother's halter top which she was using as a dress, and pinning it in place so it looked more form fitting and therefore more seductive she started picturing the life she and her beloved would share once she'd found the proper seduction technique to snare her version of him once she got home.

What could Ino say, one of the reasons she went after Sasuke aside from the fact that it was the thing to do at the time was that she liked exceedingly shy dark-haired, dark-eyed Uchiha types. That was one of the reasons she'd married Sai. The other reason she'd married him was because he was constantly willing to try new things in order to make up for his deprived and utterly oversheltered childhood, such as bringing another man into the marriage for threesomes.

Naruto frowned in confusion when he suddenly found a blanket wrapped around him. Looking up, he half expected to see a team of ANBU who'd been tasked with bringing him back to the Hokage's office where he'd probably have to face the music for his little stunt. What he saw instead was a little old lady he'd vaguely remembered having died of a heart attack while attacking him with a broom when he was around this age.

"You poor dear." the woman said as she picked the blanket wrapped Nandaime up and started carrying him off. "I'd always known that Danzo brat was trouble. But, don't worry, old lady Hinako is going to make sure you're taken care of."

Half afraid of what "Old Lady Hinako" meant by "taken care of" considering the fact that he'd picked broom splinters out of his ass for the three days following her death back home, Naruto started squirming out of her arms. It was surprisingly difficult considering Hinako's apparent age which appeared to outstrip that of the Hokage and his advisors, but then again just about everyone from her generation that was still alive at this point had been shinobi. Eventually, he escaped and was running down the street trying to find a Hiraishin seal that wasn't guarded. A number of them seemed to have been damaged after his jaunt through the village, and therefore unusable.

"You poor frightened thing!" Old Lady Hinako exclaimed. "What did he do to you?!"

That was apparently everyone's cue to start offering their "assistance", and before he knew it, he'd been caught and examined by a medic who'd left him feeling vaguely violated, bundled into a new outfit, and carried to Old Lady Hinako's house. All too soon, he was seated at Old Lady Hinako's table, and the old woman was ladling some sort of stew out of a pot on the stove.

He took a bite to be polite after it had been set in front of him. It didn't taste like the usual poisons that people tried to get him with. In fact, it was rather tasty and somewhat familiar for some strange reason he couldn't name. Eating it, he found he felt like it was something he'd been craving without realizing he'd been missing it. Somewhere behind the seal he'd found to have reverted to its old form after a brief examination earlier, Kurama heaved an almost wistful sigh.

"This is good!" Naruto said, taking another bite. "What is it?"

"Rat stew, Senju style." Old Lady Hinako replied. "It was my mother's recipe."

The sun was setting, and Yamashiro Aoba who just about everyone called Uchiha behind his back due to the crows, the fire-breathing, and the fact that he constantly hid his eyes behind a pair of shades had just gotten back from a mission to find the village in an uproar. Rather than hearing the usual rumor about a drunken fourteen year-old Uchiha Fugaku and an older woman as he passed, he heard strange rumors about the Demon Vessel knowing the Hiraishin, the Hyuuga Heiress having snapped and gone off the deep end, Gai having a passel of either illegitimate siblings or children -he wasn't sure which and neither were the housewives he passed -, and Shimura Danzo of all people being a child rapist.

"Leave for a day, and everything gets turned on its ear." the twenty-four year-old man muttered as he made his way to the Hokage tower in order to fill out and file his mission report.

"Darling!" a small high-pitched voice exclaimed as something that he'd unconsciously filed as "not a threat" raced over from a side street and wrapped itself around his knees, nearly causing him to trip and fall. Looking down, he found himself in the embrace of a small child who was made-up and wearing what had to be one of the trashiest outfits he'd ever seen, which was saying something since he frequently worked with Anko. Somewhat bemused, he detached the arms of the child who he hoped to each and every god was just playing dress-up from his legs.

As soon as he was free, he hopped onto the nearest roof before the brat could try to hug him again and start the sort of rumor that could ruin his career. Some poor sod had nearly gotten lynched once when someone saw him kissing a little boy that looked absolutely nothing like like him on the cheek a few years back. Turned out the kid was a step-cousin and the kissing was a traditional greeting in his family.

"Come on darling, don't be shy!" the little girl who vaguely resembled Yamanaka Inoichi's child said as she followed him onto the roof with effortless ease.

Putting on a burst of speed that would've left Shunshin no Shisui in the dust, Aoba ran for the Hokage Tower for all he was worth, a hussied up child who was begging for him to come back so she could show him a good time trailing in his wake.

Rather than loudly announcing he was home as his mother had taught him to do when he was little, Kiba made his way towards the Kitchen in order to grab a snack. His route to the kitchen carried him to the living-room where his mother was having a full-on orgy with Sasuke's parents. From the looks and smell of things, this wasn't a new occurrence.

Yeah, he was just going to pretend that he didn't know who his father was because his mother had chased him off...

Edited 7-8-17