A/N: Hello again ,people! I'm glad to upload another chapter to this story. At least people read this by choice. Before beginning; I would like to state that I don't own Naruto or its characters but I do own the characters that were never there to begin with. We meet some of them now.

He awoke in darkness; a pitch black that could not be penetrated even with the veins to his eyes bulging grotesquely to maximize the range of his Byakugan. He modified it until he could physically feel the strain of his veins against the eyeball. He slowly released it with a prominent pulsing of freed blood. He failed to see through the darkness, left with nothing but sound. Thump thump thump, the sound of standard issue sandals landing and lifting off rooftops in a hurry.

He extended an open palm in what he assumed was the direction up, attempting to catch the source of the noise as it was very close to his head. His fingers touched upon a surface that was quite cool. He flattened his hand against it and searched for any open space. It was all flat and smooth until his fingertips felt a bend. Worry crossed his mind as that sound continued above him. Thump thump thump; footfalls filled with urgency accompanied with loud hysteric yelling but what was being said ended up muffled by the apparent container he resided in.

He suddenly felt cramped in the darkness. He was trapped in a wooden box with the world around him reveling in chaos. It wasn't right for him to wake up in place such as this and in a crouch no less. Wait! Wake up? He didn't remember going to sleep but he also didn't remember waking up. His brow furrowed in frustration. Wake up! An angry voice along with a sharp bang on one of the unaccounted for walls resounded painfully in his head. He reached for the sound with hope. A sharp pain ripped through his chest and his eyes opened, splitting the darkness into nothing unlike his Byakugan.

The world came into view in colorful blurs. Ah, sweet reality. As his eyes finally recognized that there were shapes in the mass of color, a face emerged. A young, feminine visage with lavender tinted white eyes and a delicate mouth contorted into a furious purse was inches away from his not quite alert face. He was unprepared for the same stabbing pain from earlier that greeted his chest again. The offending object was the females' hand jamming itself into his sternum for the second time now.

"Oh, so the little birdie found his way out of the box." Her biting comment sounded alien considering the voice that spoke these words.

The boy hadn't awakened enough to reply. The female sat up straighter but her head was still dipped down so she could watch him, smugly. He registered a pressure on his stomach; She's sitting on me! Her hair was a sheen-less black, cut short with bangs and two strands left long on the sides. She resembled someone but not as they presently were.

"Hinata," he managed through a dry mouth.

This Hinata look alike smirked at him, "Come now, birdie, would your lady really fuck with you at such a degree," she inquired with a grand gesture of the hand.

Birdie was much to exhausted to do anything but tense. Lady Hinata would never be so bold or crude in manner as this doppelganger perched upon his body. He wished he had the energy to move but just an hour before, he had quite literally been dragged home by Tenten and Lee after exhausting an enormous amount of chakra during an A-ranked mission. He had asked to be laid out on his bed and forbade anymore assistance, falling into a troubled sleep filled with the darkness and the sound of chaos he could not reach. His body did nothing to help, it was limp and aching, leaving him vulnerable to this female who seemed to enjoy harming him.

Another presence perched itself on his window ledge. "Little sister, if you've given him the news then we'd better go. " This new voice was what one would describe as ambiguous.

She turned towards the voice looking annoyed; "I just woke him up and all I got was a case of mistaken identity." she complained, "He's barely keeping conscious."

"Well, tell him now and get your ass moving. We're leaving!," and with that, the questionable one was gone.

The female who was clad in nothing but white slid off him quite begrudgingly and turdned to him sharply. "If you haven't heard the ruckus outside, it's bound to get to you eventually." Another smug smile crossed her face, "You see we're commandeering you're Hokage for diplomatic purposes." she emphasized diplomatic with a reassuring pat of his hand.

His whole body went rigid as she touched him, the gesture itself was off-putting and the words struck him with panic. He was hoping she would elaborate but alas with a flash of white particles, she was gone. He tried with impressive might to move himself as the clatter of shinobi sandals resounded everywhere but nothing worked. Not even the urgent knocking of his Uncle, Hiashi, mixed with the persistent bellowing of his name could rouse his rigid, useless body. The only thought that crossed him was; Fuck!

A random tree in the Sand Village...

A few medical-nin cataloging the growth of the assorted herbs in the designated green houses nearly suffered strokes as a cloud of sand materialized a dazed woman and left her on a thankfully sturdy tree branch, hanging her by her coat. The shinobi were thrown into a panic as they recognized this person as the Hokage, a half-conscious Hokage.

They treated her removal like a delicate, emergency, life-saving procedure; one, because they didn't want to cause an inter-nation crisis by mistreating an allied villages leader and two, this villages leader could end you with one blow if her defensive reflexes kicked in. A fairly large shinobi who often scared children by mere presence alone took the Hokage's head in one hand and supported her midriff with the other, slowly sliding her off the branch and placing her passive frame upon the ground, he and the others backed away, she was stirring.

Lady Tsunade brought herself to her feet and surveyed the very fearful faces of sand shinobi around her. There was malice in her brown eyes as she stepped forward. She remembered a boy with an appearance akin to the current Kazekage appearing in her office in a swirl of sand. He disregarded her alarmed expression and very calmly informed her with a mouth full of fangs, smiling pleasantly; "Excuse our intrusion, Lady Hokage," he was the only person besides herself in the room, ", but we will be needing your services in the Sand Village. One of our own has planted a seed within the Kazekage and who better to oversee its safe growth than a well endowed woman such as yourself."

She had been ready to attack him but found herself immobilized by ribbons of sand. His tone remained calm and pleasant; "Now, now my lady. We are alerting your underlings as we speak, you will have a very fitting stand-in during your absence." He reassured in failed attempt to keep her from glaring dangerously at him. "We must be off." the sand began to envelope him and take her along with it. She felt nothing but shock and awe as her body degraded into sand.

She dared not shudder at how violating it was to be broken into something else against her will. At present, with malice still as visible as the iris in her eyes, she very flatly interrogated the cowering men in front of her. "Where is the Kazekage?"

In the office of said Kazekage...

Gaara stood in mess of sticky greenish-red vomit, watching his very flustered older sister come into his office with a change of clothes and a hushed close of the door. She hadn't said anything to him nor met his eyes since he answered her surprised question with the very pointed admittance of pregnancy for the second time. She had dropped the paperwork she had been prepared to unload on him once again and came around the desk carefully to find him covered from tummy to toes in foul smelling liquid. At that point, her eyes lost focus and she just stood there in limbo. What was she to do in such an odd predicament?

Her brother had answered her question with the steady command; "Go find me a change of clothes." This had gotten her out of the room in a heartbeat.

Now, standing in the room with her unusually calm mess of a brother, Temari set neatly folded trousers and t-shirt on the desk and very hesitantly gestured towards Gaara. He in turn began removing his Kage robes with slight difficulty. The nausea was still quite active and he felt like he might let more filth come from within at any moment. He tossed his soiled robes away, leaving him bare chested but still clad in surprisingly unscathed tan slacks. It was in that awkward moment of stillness that occurred between him and his worried sister that he realized that there was a disturbance in his physical appearance.

His abdomen was protruding outward ever so slightly with no apparent reason for it to be this way, except for the earlier stated, supposedly impossible reason. He examined the bulge visually; it was his skin visibly swelled, no discoloration, no protrusions within the obvious one. Temari watched her brother's morbid curiosity lead him to probe the extended skin gingerly. If it were her in this condition; she may or may not throw a hissy-fit about gaining weight as she always did and deny later. Seeing her brother in this condition, however, was simply terrifying.

If Gaara was indeed with child,; then, when had he been able to conceive and how? Was he really a she? Was she wrong to let Kankuro give him the sex talk? How had he gone about having sex without them knowing? More importantly, had he been a willing recipient? Temari's fist clenched in such a manner that all blood retreated in terror when pressure was forced upon it; she felt so out of place right now. Her brother had just flipped the laws of human physiology right side down in such a nonchalant manner. Of the siblings, this should be her problem, not her brothers; especially the youngest, probing what was most likely the pregnancy showing.

Gaara looked up from his fascinating new symptom and saw that the unfocused look had returned to his sisters face. "Master, you seem to be acting out of character." Shukaku decided that he needed too speak up and guide his masters actions concerning his condition. "Perhaps, you could explain the events of last night to her," he offered hopefully.

Gaara didn't respond but at least offered a curt nod. He had no reason to trust this version of Shukaku as of yet, although, in this impossible situation; he felt like these would be the right straws to grasp. On the other hand; how would he explain what happened when he still didn't understand it. Oh, the ruts the universe enjoyed putting him in.

He took up the t-shirt Temari had retrieved for him, noting that it was the pale yellow one that kept finding its way into his wardrobe no matter how many times he tried to get rid of it, and pulled it over his head. It also seemed to be too big for him. The midsection actually looked like it had experienced the stress of being worn by someone to big for it. He glanced at his catatonic sister wondering why she had grabbed this piece in particular. It couldn't hurt to ask; anything to bring her back into focus.

Gaara turned to sand, then reappeared next who his sister. He was now barefoot, having left his shoes in the middle of the puddle of vomit. Temari was startled out of her thoughts by the sudden manifestation of her brother; she jumped back with arms up in defense, a look of panic tightening her face. Her little brother furrowed his brow in concern, he did not take much joy in having people shy away from him these days.

Temari relaxed, sighing in relief; "Sorry, Gaara. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around this."

"Understandable." he agreed with a curious look on his face, he tugged at the fabric of the shirt.

Temari saw this action, this shirt was a relic of happier days. A sad smile curled her lips; "That was moms shirt." Gaara's froze, "She wore it when she was pregnant with you." He looked up at his sister with a blank face. "She often said that draping such a bright color over you would at least bring a little light into the already bleak future you were going to have." Temari's tone wavered a bit. "She was right in that way." Both siblings suddenly found the floor interesting.

A silence was left to thicken in the room until it was stirred by loud earth-quaking footfalls. The smaller ones that came with a terrified chunin before he flung open the office door fell on deaf ears. "Lord Gaara!" he addressed his leader in a panic, "The Hokage of the Leaf is making her way up here..." He stopped as another footstep knocked him off balance for a split second, furthering the poor youths terror. "...and she is not happy."

Gaara stood calmly as he waved the young man away. He turned to his sister with this same wooden calmness, "We will not speak of this again." These words came out as an order, one that would not be argued. Temari reluctantly nodded as an enraged blonde filled the door way with waves of purple chakra visibility emanating from her body.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter for how long it took me to get it written. It's not that I don't have time, it is just what I do with the time. I do not know the actual color of Tsunade's chakra. I guess the main chakra color is a light blue. I don't know, purple sounds like it would suit her. I f anyone wants to know more about the two OCs that terrorized the leaf or anything at all because I crave social interaction, please ask. I enjoy sharing.