When Chouji hears about Ino's defiance, he is stunned - yet accepting. The blond girl was raised to use all information against the people she does not like, and considering the circumstances...

He knew that she was going to loose it sooner or later, and he knew it was not going to be pretty.

So here he stands, next to Ino with Shikamaru on the other side of her. She is in a violet dress with a pale purple lace edges around the low collar and wrists, and her makeup is nicely done. Her hair is loose, flowing around her back like white waves.

In front of them stands their fathers', Inoichi, Chouja, and Shikaku. Their backs are facing them, so they did not see their expressions. In front of their fathers' stand seven demons, and the counsel.

... The demons are not what he thought they would be. One of them is a teenage blond that looks suspiciously like Minato Namikaze with three scars on each cheek, wearing a red and orange fur cape, covering what he is actually wearing. The one next to him is a busty blond, hazel eyes and a low cut milky white loose dress, with a worn brown hood around her neck. The other two of them look identical, black hair and black eyes, and a black cloak covering them, although both of them have long hair in a low ponytail, one of them has spiky-er hair than the other, who has lines down his face. And another pair look like they might have been village girls, brown hair and a commoners dress. The one at the edge, though, has pink hair, pale skin, evergreen eyes that looks like it belongs to a cat...

All in all, they look all unique.

And for the counsel...

They look sick... worried... angry...

He could go on, but he will not because it seems like the fathers are starting the private trial.

"Danzou Shimura, Hashirama Senju, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and Minato Namikaze..." Inoichi starts, standing straight and tense, words slow and biting, "You are here today under the conviction of sins, that you have done unworthy actions that have been brought to our attention by an unknown Witch and her... friends."

Chouji can hear the distaste of those words in the blond mans mouth, as if they have insulted him personally.

Well, they might have, considering that his daughter is the unknown witch, but he finds it hard to understand why he would take his anger out on those demons, they have not done any harm to them as of yet.

The old counsel men look like they want to object to the nonsense, but hesitate because of the authority and distaste rolling off of the blond king. Chouji might understand, have he done what deeds they have, but, alas, he has never done anything wrong to the level they had created, usually spending his time eating and chatting with his friends.

The pink haired demon takes a step forward from the straight line of demons, standing tall and confident and takes a breath, "I, Sakura, have been assigned to a mission by an anonymous Witch to get rid of the current counsel men. Said Witch specifically told me to avoid death, so this is what we've got."

Her voice is lower than most of the women he knows, who often squeal at the newest clothes and jewelry of others, and seems like she knows what she is doing, confident she will not fail. She takes a step back, and the one furthest from her, the blond male, steps forward hesitantly, narrowed eyes on the confident woman.

He is now a step ahead of his counterparts, staring ahead at Inoichi. He clears his throat, as if nervous. "I am Naruto Uzumaki," he greets, bobbing his head, voice rough, "And I am the son of Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze."

The room is silent for a moment, and one Minato Namikaze's breath has caught in his throat. His blue eyes are wide, almost disbelieving.

"N-No," the electric blond man stutters, sweat clearly forming at his brows, "I have never been in that - that kind of situation for years, sire, I have never produced children of any kind."

The now named demon, Naruto, looks crestfallen, hurt and betrayed that he is being denied the paternal relationship at all by the older man. He opens his mouth to say something- yell something at Minato, but is stopped by the look Sakura gives him.

"Like he said," she says, turning her void attention to the king of the land, Inoichi, "He is the son of Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namizake. Kyuubi was given him before he was born, due to being sent to him by his mother, Kushina Uzumaki before she was hung. And Namikaze denies fathership when they look almost alike?"

Inoichi is silent, most likely comparing the two, supposedly father and son, together.

He sighs a heartbeat later, and waves his hand in a dismissal way, "I shall decide his fate once I hear the other... excuses there are."

Sakura smiles, Naruto's eyes widens and takes a step back into line, and the two ordinary females step forward. One of them smiles, but the other one is grimacing.

"Hello," the smiling woman greets with the wave of her hand, "I am Akika, and she is Kumoko."

Kumoko sighs, agitated and pale- scared. "We are here for eleven other women and ourselves, against the crimes of Hiruzen Sarutobi."

Hiruzen looks ready to defend himself, eyes widening and mouth open. Inoichi sighs and waves his hand in a 'carry on' way.

Akika nervously glances at Kumoko, "Well," she says, "Kumoko and I have decided to represent ourselves and the other women because we feel the need to watch him as he realizes that what he has done could get him killed, so, here we are."

"He has asked us on multiple occasions to perform sexual actions with him." Kumoko says, glancing down at the slightly smaller woman, hazel eyes narrowed and a frown on her face, "We did this in exchange for money and jewelry."

"And what did he do, other than have intercourse with you? Other than cheating on his long-time wife?" Shikaku asks, already sounding bored and tired.

"Prostitution, sire," Akika says shyly, "We are not prostitutes, just mere village girls waiting marriage."

"He is also the one who has declared us witches in the name of his image." Kumoko bites out, "Sayin' that we seduced him, that we wanted to take everything away from him. We are no Witch, sire, but he is, in the name of his beloved wife."

The courtroom is silent for a moment, before Inoichi sighs, "And what about his personal offence to you?"

Kumoko's face twists into a snarl, and she nastily grunts at him while Akika looks miserable, eyebrows furrowing up and eyes widening.

Chouji can feel the hostility now, the tense atmosphere thick in the minds of those present and the stress heavily weighing down the young prince. Oh, if he could have his supper now, all would be fine. But it isn't, never will it be. The prince tightens his lips, trying to conceal his emotions, but the look the pink haired demon gives him with her all-seeing-green eyes-of-the-unholy. He shudders under his skin, all the way down to his soul.

Averting his eyes to the ground, he hears a deep, but feminine, chuckle. The action catches the room off their guards, and looks are shot at towards Sakura.

"He has done many deeds wrong, sire, and they have not been forgiven by all of his victims." She purrs, her voice melting in his ears like chocolate. Maybe it was because he was hungry, because he is so scared of what she might do to him with her demonic eyes and possessed way of talking. Sakura is beautiful, he wont deny that, but Chouji wonders what body she posses, if it's her own or some poor village girl. "He will like where he is going, I know that much."

"And why do you say that?" Chouja says this time.

"Ah," Sakura mutters lowly, "Because there are eleven other women waiting for him. It will be like any heaven any mortal man has ever thought of."

Sneers form on the three faces that sits before the gathering of people, and one of them even goes far enough to gag.

"Indulgence is a sin for the demons of hell," Someone says, "but even we have standards."

This has been cut short because I'm too lazy to actually finish this.