(Shikaku's POV)

   I watched my children interact the next couple of days. Both the oldest and youngest tended to stay out of Shika's way. He ignored them if, or when the needed, to talk to him.
   "Troublesome," I sigh. "Shika may I talk to you." It wasn't a request. "You need to ease up on your siblings."
   "No," he growled. "They steal both of your time from me. Its not fair. I don't like them." When did my lazy son turn into a Haruno?
   "When have you seen them bear any of us?" I set up the shogi(spelling right?) board. Shika had a contemplative look. "I haven't had them willingly talk to me. They stay out with the deer."
   "Really," he asked softly. "But they are always near me. Like they are trying to bother me by staying just out of reach." He made a move.
   "Kira, Naru, come here," the two teens softly entered. "Why do you avoid us?" I hadn't looked up from the board.
   "Its true," Naruto's voice was so soft. "You want to get rid of us." Both, Shikamaru and I, look up in shock. "The clan has been talking. When are we to be ready?"
   "The-they what?" Shikamaru yelled. "No. You can't go."
   'Looks like he doest hate them after all,' I smile as he cuts them off every time they try to speak. 'I have a clan to set right.' "You three stay here," I order and get a nod in return.
   "Ah just who we were looking for," an elder smiled. Oh he wouldn't be so happy if he knew what I will do if they try to get them killed.

   (Kirako POV)

   Shikamaru kept arguing that we were adopted/born into the clan. That we had rights. I'm a civilian in a ninja village. The only good thing going for me is my speed, which I've always had, my acting skills, ie my mask of indifference, and aiming skills.
   As if that will be enough to have a fighting chance. Against a prank master, or a ninja who just doesn't find me all that important? Sure no problem. A ninja who is wary of me? Good as dead.
   "Kirako," shikamaru yelled. "Why do you ignore me?"
   "But you said," Naruto starts.
   "Oh my," I gasp cutting in. "You want to interact with us don't you?" He nods. His hair tied up in a pineapple type of ponytail wich showed his chocolate eyes, that held a hope, much like Naruto's and mine.
   "well why didn't you say so," Naruto said in his loud, I-don't-give-a-care-who-is-listening voice. So loud, annoying, and grating on the ears.
   'I thought I fixed that,' I held my poor abused ear. Shikamaru gave me a look of understanding. Right then and there. We decided in silence to fix our broken brother. Fix the parts that I simply couldn't do on my own. A nod then we hog tied and gagged the loud, blonde annoyance.
   "Better," I watched him sling our petite brother over his shoulder. "Food boys? I can make chicken curry." Both nod happily, well one did happily the other was more of a reluctant tag along. Not that I cared he would eat. Naruto would always eat what is set in front of him. I'm no better. Bulimia isn't a fun eating disorder when you are poor and can't buy anything.

(Fin pour l'instant)