Disclaimer: Admit it, you'd do the same if you had her powers.

A Good Wife

Ino's mother glanced up with a quizzical look on her face when her husband staggered woodenly back into the kitchen.

"So is she up?" the woman asked. She sighed in frustration when the man collapsed against the wall. "Well?"

With a sigh of frustration, she removed her apron and tossed it onto her spouse. "Keep an eye on the stove." You want something done right.

IIIIIIIIII

Ino's mind was working at lightning speed as she tried to process what was going on and why she and her father seemed to have de-aged overnight. Couple that with the fact that she was in her childhood room and either she was snared in one hell of an illusion or . . .

"Honey, can I come in?" her mother's voice called through the door.

"Come in mom," Ino replied. Or she'd traveled back in time some how, should have expected something odd to happen really considering the man she'd married.

"Is everything alright, Ino?" her mother asked as she walked over and took a seat on Ino's bed.

"Everything's fine, mom," Ino agreed.

"Do you have any idea what's got your father so worked up?"

"Well . . ." Ino stalled as she tried to think up something believable.

"Well," her mother prompted.

"I was dreaming that I was on my honeymoon, mom," the girl replied mixing in a bit of truth and adding a faint blush. Over a decade of active service made her both quick on her feet and an incredibly skilled liar. "I was half asleep when daddy came in and . . ." she allowed herself to trail off as her mother snorted in amusement.

"And your father overheard them and misunderstood," the woman finished. "So who's the lucky boy? Sasuke?"

"Ewww." Ino scrunched her nose up. "I'm so over him and his creepy brother fetish."

"Alright," her mother laughed. "Gonna tell me or am I going to have to pay for a C-rank to have you followed until you let something slip."

"You'd have to pay for a 'B' at least if you want to be sure I'm not using them to feed you false information," Ino giggled.

"Or you could just tell me now and save us both a bit of time and money."

Ino raised an eyebrow speculatively. "Why mother, I wasn't aware that we shared funds." She mused aloud. This should be lucrative.

"Time for you, money for me," the woman said dryly. "Nice try." The woman snorted. "Though I suppose I'd be willing to share a portion of the funds I'd save for not having to pay for that mission. Money that could help pay for any number of things useful to a newly minted ninja."

IIIIIIIIII

Inoichi was in the middle of plotting out exactly which sequence of jutsu he'd use to mentally destroy the bastards that had dared defile his little girl when his wife returned looking far more amused and far less enraged than he felt the situation warranted.

"False alarm," the woman sad calmly, retrieving and re-donning her apron.

"What?"

"She's got a new boy she likes," his wife explained. "She hasn't even confessed to him yet so you can set your mind at ease."

"But . . . I heard . . ."

"A bit of a rather steamy dream," his wife interrupted. "One I'd be happy to share a few details from if you really insist."

"Did you find out where our sweet innocent girl learn about all the horrible things she was mumbling?"

"Same place I learned them from," his wife replied calmly. "Girl talk."

IIIIIIIIII

Ino spent an idle moment wondering how the hell she'd been sent back in time. The girl giggled at a passing thought, there was no way time travel could be powered via an overdose of pleasure or else . . . she froze. Naruto wasn't old enough for that sort of thing at the moment meaning . . . meaning she'd either have to find a way to convince the male half of the village to give her a tumble at the same time, which wasn't going to happen for a variety of reasons chief among them the fact that it was not the sort of behavior well mannered married women engaged in. Or . . . or she was going to have to wait until he was ready to take their relationship back to the last level again. Damn it, how was she going to get used to going without after experiencing all the wonders that shadow clones, massive chakra reserves, and monstrous stamina could combine to produce.

"It's okay," she said, trying to convince herself. "I'm just going to have to find a hobby to help me keep my mind off things." Revenge maybe? Seemed to have done the trick for Sasuke anyway. Well, assuming of course that it wasn't just cover for a brother complex. She shook off that thought, she wasn't Sakura, she didn't need those mental images. First things first, she needed to find a way to explain her 'newfound' abilities.

A little B&E and she again had access to some of the family techniques. Not that she needed it, of course, but she did need to set up a plausible backstory and leaving a bit of evidence like some scratches on the internals of the lock and a partial fingerprint was just the sort of thing that would give it to her.

That task done, she was off to find a location that would give her a good view and put her within range to touch as many minds as possible. In the end, there really was only one possible location. One that came with an added bonus if she got the timing right.

IIIIIIIIII

Hikaru had been a grocer in Konoha for nearly three decades. He was convinced that he'd seen and experienced all one could in a ninja village without becoming a member of the active forces; he was about to learn how terribly wrong he was.

"Special today, half off vegetables!" Hikaru called out. "An extra ten percent for our noble defenders," he added when he noticed two of the afore mentioned ninja walking down the street."

With a snap, crackle, and a pop, the man straightened his back. Dropping his arms to his side as he approached the aforementioned duo.

"Gai, Anko," the merchant said with a cheerful nod. "If you two would just stand still for a moment." Without waiting for an answer, the man reached forward and fondled Anko's left breast with his right hand while his left dropped below Gai's belt. "Natural and perky, well done Anko. No sign of a sock or any other stuffing for you gurk." The merchant maintained his cheerful smile even with Gai's hand clenched around his throat.

The jonin pistoned his fist into the unfortunate man's face."No man may touch the green beast in such a fashion and live!" He proclaimed.

Anko watched the merchant bounce down the street."Nice hit" She said conversationally. "Do you really call it the Green Beast?"

"It's not a name I gave it myself, others bestowed it." Gai explained. Anko raised an eyebrow. "I bathe in ginseng infused baths, it increases blood flow and stamina, but it also dyes any skin exposed to the water green." Gai glanced down. "Is the glory you display truly un-enhanced?"

"That" Anko said with a smirk as she threw her shoulders back and stood a little straighter. "Would be telling."

"I see." Gai said and turned to walk away.

Anko quickly looped her arm through Gai's and whispered in his ear. "Fortunately I always did like show and tell."

That was freaky and disturbing, Ino mused. No matter, she decided as she checked her list to see who the next target was, there were no shortage of bastards who'd conspired to make her beloved's life more difficult. Hopefully their replacements would be intelligent enough not to overcharge orphans or to try to pass off spoiled goods as fresh. If not, well, third replacement's a charm.

IIIIIIIIII

Kakashi ignored the presence behind him as he walked down the street. Just some civilians, nothing to worry about.

"TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF PAIN!"

IIIIIIIIII

Ino giggled as her once and future husband's lazy teacher let out a cry of soul rending anguish. Call it a bit of belated revenge for the liberties his other self had taken with the love of her life. The response he meted out to the ten people who'd gang kanchoed him was also quite satisfactory. Nothing beat killing two birds with one stone and, speaking of which; she glanced down, not yet.

A bit of movement in the Hyuuga compound caught her attention and she decided to do what she could to neutralize her competition. One of the major components to the Hyuuga heiress's attraction had always been a lack of confidence as the girl had sought to find a place in his reflected glory. A little nudge to make the girl's cousin say something unadvisable and perhaps the results would give the girl a bit of confidence of her own. If not, it's not like she didn't have the skills to mind wipe the girl and transfer her fixation to someone else. Lee could use a bit more happiness in his life anyway.

IIIIIIIIII

Hiashi sighed in annoyance as the sounds of someone being brutally beaten finally rose to the level that they interfered with his morning flower arrangement. Without a word, the man rose to his feet and walked outside to be confronted by the spectacle of his eldest daughter apparently deep in the grips of a berserker rage.

"Why are you hitting yourself?!" Hinata screamed as she forced her cousin to slap himself across the face. "Why are you hitting yourself?! Why are you hitting yourself?! Why are you hitting yourself?!"

"Go big sister!" his youngest cheered.

"I asked you a question, bitch!" Most of the gathered spectators winced at what happened next.

"YAY, big sister!" Hanabi cheered. "Do it again!"

"What happened?" Hiashi demanded.

"Neji attempted to use psychological warfare to reduce Hinata-sama's confidence during their morning spar. As you can see, his attempt backfired in a particularly dramatic fashion," the branch member explained.

"Oh?" Hiashi prompted.

"He stated that the enormous size of her buttocks combined with the relative flatness of her chest was evidence that fate had decreed that not only would she never become a skilled practitioner of the ninja arts but . . ."

"But what?"

"I'm afraid Hinata-sama groin strike interrupted Neji before he could reveal that information, Hiashi-sama."

"I see." Hiashi nodded to himself. It seemed that Hinata had taken after her dear departed mother more than he had thought. Her looks, her gentle demeanor, her propensity for sadism if properly provoked. It was as if the woman had been reborn into their little girl.

Without another word, the man stepped back into the house and away from the scene of unrelenting violence in the courtyard before the tears could fall.

IIIIIIIIII

Inoichi stared at the list in his hands with a frown of concentration as he tried desperately to figure out some connection between the people on it and his clan.

"Nothing?" the Hokage asked.

"Nothing comes to mind, Hokage-sama," Inoichi agreed.

"Let's look at this a different way," Shikaku suggested. "Aside from yourself and your wife, is there anyone else in the clan currently in the village able to do this?"

"Several. Most of them are currently out on missions and the ones that aren't are at T&I."

"Assuming no one is more skilled than they let on," Shikaku murmured. "After all, it's a well known fact that ninja never conceal potentially useful abilities."

IIIIIIIIII

Naruto double checked his supplies. Paint, rope, brush, anchor point, harness. He was ready for the greatest prank of his life.

"Hey, Naruto," a familiar voice nearly scared him off the edge.

"GWAAA!" the boy said eloquently, eliciting a giggle. "Ino?"

"Whacha doin?" the blond asked shyly. Best not try to set the hook too early and risk losing her catch.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "You?"

"Also nothing," she agreed. "Definitely not using my clan jutsu to pull pranks."

The boy's attention was momentarily drawn to a small group of familiar naked civilians that appeared to be intent on sexually assaulting one of the larger Inuzuka hounds. The fact that they'd chosen to do it in front of the rest of the pack, both human and canine, meant things were going very badly for them.

"Oh." Couldn't have happened to a better group. "Well then I'm definitely not planning to paint the Hokage monument."

"Okay," she chirped. "Say, I was just about to cook some instant ramen with this great new jutsu I learned. You want some?"

"There's a jutsu to cook ramen?" he asked intently, his prank forgotten.

"Gathers and heats the water for it," Ino agreed. "Come sit next to me and I'll show you."

Without a word, the boy hastened to comply.

"Closer," she ordered. "You don't want to risk missing anything."

Motivated to learn a jutsu as he never had before, it didn't take long for the boy to master it resulting in a piping hot cup of ramen for both of them.

"So." Naruto shivered at the feeling of the girl's ramen scented breath on his ear. "You wanna combine pranks?"

IIIIIIIIII

Sarutobi leaned back in his chair as he listened to his Anbu's report on the day's goings on. A riot at the Inuzuka kennels, dozens arrested on public urination charges, mass pandemonium. It seemed their mystery Yamanaka was stepping up their game.

"I want you to . . ." the old man trailed off. "Mouse."

"Yes, Hokage-sama?"

"Are my old eyes deceiving me, or are Gai and Anko having sex on that water tower?"

"I do not believe your eyes are deceiving you, Hokage-sama," Mouse said carefully.

"Then I suppose that group of civilians repainting the monument is probably real as well," he sighed. "Make a note to install a set of curtains in case they decide that tower is going to be one of their favorite spots and send someone to deal with the civilians on the monument."

"Yes, Hokage-sama."

The old man sighed, not for the first time wishing he'd known enough about seals to have been able to avoid retaking the job.

IIIIIIIIII

Naruto swung desperately on the swing, feeling as if his whole life had collapsed. He'd failed the test again, it was like he'd taken a dozen steps backwards from his goal instead of his first step towards it.

"Cheer up," Ino's voice commanded. "Everything will be just fine, trust me."

"Looks like we're not going to be on the same team after all, Ino," Naruto mumbled.

"I told you we would be and we will be," the girl said confidently. "All else fails, I'll mess up the secret test and get sent back to the Academy so we can try again in a few months."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Course I would," Ino agreed. "I said we'd be on the same team and I won't let anything or anyone get in the way of that. Okay?"

"Okay," Naruto agreed, feeling a bit better. The two swung in silence for a few moments. "Ino?"

"Yeah, Naruto?"

"Is there really a secret ninja test?"

"Stands to reason."

"Well . . ."

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to fail it for me," he said, trying to put on a brave front. "It's better if you become a ninja now so you'll already be experienced when I pass the test next time and join you."

The girl gave him a soft smile. "You really mean that too, don't you?"

"I don't want you failing just for me. Just . . . just do your best, okay?"

"I promise," she agreed. The girl looked up. "That's my parents over there."

"See you later, Ino."

"Everything will be just fine, Naruto," Ino said as she hopped off the swing. "Believe it."

IIIIIIIIII

Mizuki grinned as he watched the fox brat exit the tower. All he had to do is sound the alarm, send everyone in the wrong direction, find the little bastard, kill the little bastard, and escape what was sure to be one of the largest manhunts in history. It was a flawless plan, nothing was left to chance and nothing could go wrong.

"Hey look everyone!" a strange voice called out. "Mizuki's trying to steal the forbidden scroll."

Except that of course, the traitor cursed. Well, a kunai in the dark and he'd be able to get back to his soon to be revised plan.

"I bet he's going to try to kill that guy who called out so he can escape in the confusion!" another voice said thoughtfully. "Best we all alert the Anbu together. He may be able to kill all of us, but he'll never be able to do it without wasting so much time and causing so much noise that he'll be caught."

"Yeah!" a third voice agreed. "The smart thing for him to do would be to run now before he gets caught. I bet he'd be safe if he went north."

Reasoning that it was much too obvious to be a trap and completely unaware of the light touch on his mind guiding his thoughts, Mizuki went north despite the fact that his chosen course would add precious minutes to his escape.

IIIIIIIIII

Iruka couldn't believe any of what he was hearing . . . well, actually Naruto being someone's unwilling dupe was completely plausible, but Mizuki, the man he'd worked with for years turning out to be a traitor to the village? There had to be some sort of explanation

"The truth is . . . the truth is that you're the demon fox," Mizuki said with sadistic glee. "That's why everyone hates you . . . is exactly what a complete bastard would say." The man's entire demeanor changed. "Real truth is, the Fourth Hokage could only seal the fox into a living container and only a member of the Uzumaki clan could survive the process. Your mother before you and the First Hokage's wife before her. Reason the village hates you is that they're a bunch of stupid jerks and they know because the Third was dumb enough to trust that they'd have followed the dying orders of the Fourth Hokage to treat you like a hero. Bunch of traitors in my opinion." The man spat. "So to make up for it, why don't you create a couple of shadow clones and learn as many jutsu as you can from that scroll before the Anbu arrive to arrest me."

"Mi . . . Mizuki, it's forbidden," Iruka stammered. The man straightened up. "But I don't see any harm in it. Have fun, Naruto."

"I'm going to stab myself repeatedly to pass the time," Mizuki added conversationally. "You might want to turn away so you're not distracted by all the blood."

"Um . . . okay," the boy agreed hesitantly. "Does this mean I don't get promoted?"

"Almost forgot about that," Iruka said cheerfully. "Mizuki, give him your forehead protector."

"Traitor like me doesn't deserve to wear it anyway," Mizuki agreed with matching cheer. "Congratulations, Naruto."

"Thanks, Mizuki-sensei," the boy said with a wide grin.

"Now get to learning," Iruka ordered. "And Mizuki, your soft places aren't going to stab themselves."

"Right you are," Mizuki agreed.

"Just remember Mizuki-sensei" Naruto's voice called from behind the unrolled scroll. "It's down the road, not across the street."

"Glad to see you were paying attention in class, Naruto," the traitor said cheerfully as he played find the liver with the tip of his kunai.

IIIIIIIIII

Ino smiled brightly when Naruto strutted into the classroom and took a seat next to her the following morning.

"Told you everything would be find," Ino said brightly. "I knew you'd pass the secret ninja make up exam."

"How'd you know there was a secret ninja make up exam?"

"Ninja," she explained. After a moment of indecision, she reached over and took his hand with her own. "I knew you could do it," the girl repeated.

"Sit down and shut up!" one of the instructors screamed as he entered the room. "Your regular instructors are busy so I had to come in here on my day off to do this for them."

"What happened, sensei?" one of the students on the other side of the room asked.

"Teams are as follows," the instructor began, ignoring the question. "Team . . ." the man sighed. "You know what, forget all that." The paper disappeared in a fire jutsu. "The teams are designed to be balanced on paper but they often suck in real life. Team one, you consist of Yamanaka Ino, Uzumaki Naruto, and a third team mate and instructor who will not provide undue romantic competition for Yamanaka Ino. I'll tell your instructor to meet you at Ichiraku's Ramen, now get out of here and get to know each other. Team two . . ."

"Come on, Naruto," Ino said as she rose to her feet, her hand still in his.

"Ramen!" the boy cheered.

Naruto was in the middle of his third bowl when a runner from the academy arrived with news that their presence was required back in the classroom. Hand in hand, they walked back to the classroom and resumed their seats.

"We're having to redo the teams since there was some tampering with our first attempt," the instructor announced with a glare at Ino. "Team one . . ." the man gave a rather girlish giggle, his serious look turning into a gleeful smile. "Is the same as before since you've already passed the secret ninja test to stay together that I just made up and due to secret ninja regulation none of you are cleared to know the number; anyone who tries to interfere with a team after that particular secret ninja test is required to castrate themselves right here in front of you all with a hammer. Don't test me, there's a hammer in the top drawer of the desk and I can have it out and them off before any of the watching Anbu could get close enough prevent it. Try me if you don't believe me and we'll find out if the next instructor has more sense. Now, as I was saying . . ." the man twitched as his whole demeanor changed again. "You're excused team one since this obviously doesn't concern you," he finished shrilly. "Congratulations on entering active service together. I wish you luck in passing the secret test administered by your jonin instructor which has nothing to do with me or anyone else at the academy." He also reverently hoped that neither of them ever had cause to return or interact with him in anyway in the future.

"Thanks, Sensei," Ino chirped. "Come on, let's go get more ramen, Naruto."

"Yay, Ramen!" Naruto cheered. He had the best team ever!

IIIIIIIIII

Sarutobi closed the curtain and returned to his chair when his intercom beeped to indicate that the head of the Yamanaka clan had arrived along with one of the Anbu on his personal security detail.

"Come in," the old man ordered calmly.

Inoichi walked in accompanied by Anbu Mouse, the two of them followed by the quarter's potential jonin instructors.

"You report stated that you believe you know the identity of the one responsible for the recent incidents?" Sarutobi prompted.

"I . . ." Inoichi shook his head. "I found evidence that my little princess broke into my office, picked the lock on my jutsu cabinet, and has been teaching herself some of the more advanced family techniques. There's no telling what she knows or how long she'd been doing it. Her current ability level is a complete mystery to me."

"I see. Do you have any idea what her motives were?"

"I have information indicating that she's recently developed an interest in the Uzumaki boy, Hokage-sama," Mouse stated formally.

"You and your wife have done a fine job raising her, Inoichi," Sarutobi complimented. "It's rare thing for a child her age to show so much initiative."

"We couldn't be more proud," Inoichi confessed, blinking away the tears. "My little girl's growing up to become a fine ninja."

"What about the teams?" one of the jonin instructors asked. "Are we just going to leave them like that?"

"The chunin instructors refuse to announce any changes that would break up Team One out of fear that they'll be found in violation of a regulation so secret that not even I am aware of it." The old man suppressed a smirk. "My Anbu are of the opinion that failing to reward initiative like that would send the wrong sort of message to the new generation," Sarutobi stated calmly. "I agree. The current team selections stand."

"Have you decided who to assign as an instructor, Hokage-sama?" Inoichi asked hopefully.

"I take it you have a suggestion?"

IIIIIIIIII

It was with uncharacteristic seriousness that Naruto ate his ramen that morning as he and his new teammate waited for their instructor. It was quite possible, he thought to himself, that he'd been blessed with the perfect teammate. She didn't hit him or belittle him, she did teach him cool new jutsu and helped him with his pranks. He wondered if she knew how to cook it too? If she did . . . if she did she might just be the perfect woman, he thought in wonder.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" his teammate's voice pulled him from his musings.

"I'm your new instructor, dear," the curvy blonde replied. "I needed something to do now that you're on active service and this seemed to be a good fit."

AN: Well, hopefully I'll be able to get back to some other projects now that I've got this out of my head. Maybe this time it'll actually happen.

Typos by dark_king98

Additions by Veive

Omake: Camping

"You're really going to let me share a tent with Naruto?" Ino asked in disbelief.

"Honey, I trust you not to do anything you'd later regret," her mother said with a smile. "I trust you know how much I'd make you regret making me a grandmother before I'm ready for it."

"Yes, mom, Naruto's not ready for that sort of thing anyway."

"Just know that I'll be listening in just in case you're able to persuade yourself otherwise," her mother said, seamlessly mixing ominousness and cheerfullness.

Omake: Wave

"Mom," Ino began. "You remember what you taught me about going through potential clients minds?"

"That it was always a good way of cutting down on the number of surprises you might have to deal with in the future," the woman agreed. "Why?"

"I went through the mind of that old transient that hired Team Seven and I learned a few things I think you should know."

IIIIIIIIII

Tazuna woke up staring into the brilliant blue eyes of a gorgeous blonde. A bit of looking around revealed that she was accompanied by a raven haired beauty and for a second, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Then the curvy blonde smiled and he began to fear that he'd gone to the other place.

"Hello, you're here because I've come to suspect that you weren't being completely candid when you talked about the potential dangers of the mission you payed for. So I'm going to give you the opportunity to come clean. If you don't, I'm going to give you to my friend Anko." She indicated the other woman. "Who's rather put out that this is interrupting the time period she usually reserves for loud enthusiastic public sex with her boyfriend."

"Not always public," Anko murmured just loud enough for the terrified man to hear.

"Well?" the blonde prompted.

Omake by Veive

Hiruzen sat silently in his office and puffed on his pipe, watching the man in front of him for a long while.

"Umino Iruka." He said after a long while.

"Yes, honored Hokage?" Iruka said with just a hint of nervousness.

"Having reviewed the reports from last night I find myself quite troubled."

"As am I, honored Hokage." Iruka said with a frown.

Hiruzen puffed at his pipe."Indeed, though I wonder if you understand the issue at hand."

"Mizuki-" Iruka began, only to be interrupted by Hiruzen. "-Has been dealt with. No, my current concern is the conduct of one of my ninja."

"Conduct of a ninja, sir?" Iruka asked in confusion.

Hiruzen puffed his pipe for a few moments and just stared at the man.

"Indeed." He said finally. "I am most concerned about both the well-being and the judgement of one of my ninja."

"What else concerns you about last night incident? Is it Naruto?" Iruka asked with a frown.

"I am not speaking of Uzumaki Naruto, Iruka, I'm speaking of you." Hiruzen said with another puff.

"Me?" Iruka gasped. "Wha- bu- I don't understand sir."

"Indeed, that is what concerns me." Hiruzen said dryly. "Last night you exhibited initiative, skill, sound judgement and an impressive set of skills by handily beating a number of ANBU hunter teams to their target despite the fact that those teams had a head start."

Hiruzen began cleaning his pipe and motioned for Iruka to be silent when the other man began to speak."That alone would have warranted a minimum of a commendation, but then you proceeded to distinguish yourself in combat, going above and beyond the mission parameters to secure a tactical asset for the village and expose a traitor. That could have secured you another commendation, together they may have even gotten you a promotion, if you had wanted it."

Hiruzen sighed and then looked up from the pipe, fixing Iruka with a piercing stare. "But you ruined it." He said flatly. "After all of that you decided to knowingly and willfully allow S ranked information to leak into unauthorized hands."

Iruka swallowed nervously. "Honored Hokage, I-"

"-Willfully committed an act that you knew to be punishable by death." Hiruzen interrupted flatly as he lit his pipe again. "Fortunately for you, Uzumaki Naruto has the necessary clearance for the information, so I don't have to execute you."

"Thank you, Honored Hokage." Iruka said in apparent relief.

"Do not thank me." Hiruzen said icily. "I must still take disciplinary action for a breach like this."

Iruka stiffened. "Understood, sir." He said nervously.

"Umino Iruka, you are hereby stripped of your most recent promotion." Hiruzen said formally. "As such you are no longer qualified for the position which you have been filling. You are to be reinstated with your former rank of Genin and assigned to a field team. Report to the academy. Dismissed."

Later at the academy: "...Team one, your teacher is ?, you consist of Ino Yamanaka, Naruto Uzumaki, and Umino Iruka..."

Another Omake by Veive

Sarutobi Hiruzen sat at his desk smoking his pipe as he studied a piece of paper in front of him intently when he heard a knock at the door.

"Enter." He said absently as he looked up. "Ah, Anko, thank you for being prompt."

The woman smiled. "Not at all, honored Hokage, you wanted to see me?"

Hiruzen motioned to the chair across from his desk. "Yes, please sit." He reached for the paper again. "I had a few questions regarding the update that you submitted to your personnel file."

"Was something out of order with the paperwork, sir?" Anko asked with a frown.

"I'm unsure, you have notified my office that you have obtained an additional summons, but didn't you already have one?" Hiruzen asked with a frown.

"Yes sir." Anko answered succinctly.

"That's highly unusual, I was unaware of any summons that could be taken as a secondary contract." Hiruzen mused. "May I see the contract?"

Anko shrugged, pulled the summoning contract out of her coat pocket and handed it over.

Hiruzen unrolled it and froze. There, sitting in his hands was a standard summoning contract with a standard reverse summoning clause - for the Green Beast of Konoha.

Written in Maito Gai's handwriting.

Signed by Mitarashi Anko.

Hiruzen's eye twitched.

"Anko, why did you report this to my office?" Hiruzen asked mildly.

Anko shrugged. "It's technically a functioning summoning scroll, sir." She said without a hint of shame or embarrassment. "Konoha regulations require that it be reported as such."