Welcome to Gaia! ::

Chapter 1
Breakfast with the clan
Sakura woke up to find the cameras already in place. She felt a little sick, but that was to be expected since she was pregnant. Expenses had gotten tight with all her children and only a few of their fathers were able to provide child support (only the ones who were still alive and living in Konoha even bothered to send her a pittance every now and then for their daughters and her son). Sakura remembered with a groan how she’d agreed to let TLC film her family to help with the expenses. First up on her’s day’s agenda was to fix breakfast for her younger children. They had some strange appetites and breakfast often grossed her out. They rarely ever let her get dressed first so she stumbled into the kitchen trying desperately to ignore the strange men in her house. She hoped that her younger childern wouldn’t hurt or torture the men, but she had no choice but to let them film, if she wanted to keep feeding the brats.
She knew that Kisura, Kisame's daughter and 6 years old would be the first up. Sakura tiredly bent over the tank and scooped out two fish for Kisura’s breakfast.
“The pediatrian told me that Kisura needed more protein in her diet,” said Sakura narrating her life for the camera. She knew that the she was mess, but it better than the alternative. Crunch!
“Ouch!” cried Sakura prying the sharp toothed daughter from her leg. “What have I told you about biting Mommy?”
Sakura pushed her daughter towards a chair at the table. The place had a shallow depression that Sakura dumped the live flapping fish into.
“Hungry, Mommy,” replied Kisura.
“I know dear, but Mommy’s not on the menu.”
Kisura didn’t answer but clacked her sharp teeth together several times before biting the heads off her fish. Sakura turned her back as the fish were dismembered. It was one the worst parts of the breakfast table. Not the worst mind you, but only one of them.
Next her two year old scuttled into the the kitchen on 6 hands and 2 knees. Sakura shook her head slowly at the sight of Kidura.
“I never thought she’d come out this way,” said Sakura slowly. One of the cameramen slipped off in the direction of the bathroom. Sakura understood. “Her dad was Kidumaru. He had 6 arms himself, but I thought Orchimaru had experimented on him. I never dreamed his child would also have 6 arms. Then again, I never expected to bear Kidumaru’s child. It was a mix up. I hope,” finished Sakura under her breath.
“Bugs, Mommy. Hungry!” cried the child pitifully just as the cameraman returned to the room. He turned green and dove back in the direction of the bathroom. Sakura understood.
Sakura pulled a long black box from under the counter and opened it. The box was filled with wood shavings and rotting food. Sakura bravely stuck her bare hand into the box bringing up a handful of meal worms which she placed into a bowl and took the high chair. Before turning back to the camera, she placed her 8 limbed child into the chair.
“Kidura refused to eat solid food until I noticed that she was eating bugs. The pediatrican said it was okay to feed her mealworms. At least she eats something.” Sakura sounded tired and sad.
The 4 year olds, Gaakura and Sakazu, entered the room hand in hand. Sakura gagged slightly as she pulled the salted tongue from the refridgerator. It was the twins favorite food. Personally she couldn’t stand it, but Gaakura’s dad, Gaara, had introduced his daughter to it when she visited the sand village the once Sakura had allowed Gaara to see his daughter alone. After the girl had demanded salted tongue for breakfast and fried liver for dinner every day, Sakura was afraid to send the child back to her father ever again. Now and then Gaara visited Konoha for the Chunin exams and he always had dinner with the Hanuro clan.
Gaakura was carrying a much battered and repaired teddy bear. Sand was stuck to its fur and large black stitches held the limbs and and head to the somewhat flat body.
“Mommy, I fix it!” cried Sakazu gleefully.
Gaakura silently held up the the bear showing the sewed up mouth and the xs for eyes.
“Very nice, children.” Sakura sounded slightly disturbed and her left eye twitched as she turned to the camera. “Sakazu is very talented at sewing, though, she doesn’t always sew, appropriately. Last year she tried to sew her own mouth shut. So now she wears a mask to keep her from doing it again. Fortunately, Gaakura has kept her sister busy repairing dolls.”
“Sand coffin!” cried Gaakura
“Spot!” screamed Nagatura.
Sakura swung around to find Gaakura had sand coffined Nagatura’s stuffed dog. The 6 year old was cying. One of the 8 year sextuplets, Yahikura seemed to appear at Nagatura’s side, whispering frantically in her ear.
The camera zoomed in on the pair as a microphone picked up their conversation.
“It’s okay Nagatura, we’ll be gods someday and rule the world. Then we’ll deal with Gaakura.”
Nagatura sniffed and said, “Yes, sister. Will the others help?”
“Of course, they are already in my power.” She reached out her hand and drew the reset of the sextuplets to her. They rubbed their eyes sleepily and yawned. No one dared complained. It was as any other day for them.
Sakura shook her head at the morning’s ritual. She ushered Gaakura and Sakazu to the table to eat their salted tongue. She grabbed a random handful of vegetables and dumped them into the blender. She took out a large pillbox that had the days of the week printed on the top. Dumping the contents of Monday into the blender. She set it liquify.
“I’m really worried about Nagatura. She refuses any kind of solid food. The pediatrician gave me gave me these vitamin pill to put in her veggie shakes. We try to keep her calories up, but she sometimes refuses to eat at all. Now the sextuplets eat rice balls for breakfast, but that’s because Yahikura wants it. But at least I can just pull those out of the fridge and it’s somewhat normal.
“Tobura! What have I said about wearing your mask to the table!”
“Mom!” whined the girl. “I like the mask. It’s so cool.”
“Fine. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Candy!”
“Tobura, candy isn’t good for 6 years old to eat for breakfast. Try something else.”
“Dangos!”
“Whatever,” Sakura sighed heavily. She knew her only son was due to arrive at any moment.
“Hello, sisters. You may start admiring the beautiful green beast!”
The young girls all turned away from him.
“Mom! They’re shunning me again!”
“Giamaru, I think you should be grateful that shun you. Think about that will you. Is your dad taking you out today?”
“Yeah! We’re training today and dad says he has a special gift to present to today in honor of my youth.”
“Gee, I wonder what that could be,” said Sakura sarcastically.
“Me too!” exclaimed the boy snatching a rice ball from the sextuplets and a dango from Tobura and rushing out out the door.
“Gaimura is my only son. He hangs out with his father a lot. He’s 10 now and I think he’ll be a Genin soon. Of course that doesn’t mean he’ll leave home, but he’ll around a lot less, which will be fortunate for him. I doubt enemy ninja could beat him up worse that his older sisters can.
“Finally I can go get clean up for the day.”
“Why’s that?” asked a camera man. “I thought there were more kids?”
“There are, but they’re older and some of them have fathers in Konoha and either eat with their fathers or make their own. Inokura and Diekura are 11 and prefer a simple bowl of cereal away from their younger sisters. Shikakura and Sakamura don’t roll of bed until the last minute. They’re really smart but really lazy. I’m glad they are already Chunin at 13. One of my oldest girls, Kakura, is with her dad, Kakashi; she lives with him and refuses to come home. But it’s okay because she’s already a Jonin like her dad. Jirkura is apprenticed to Naruto and has been traveling with him for the last 3 years. Kibura on the other hand is around a lot more, but she’s pretty caught up with her dog Pinkumaru and is probably out ‘walking’ him.”
Sakura retreats into her bedroom, past the cameras to her bathroom. We’ll leave the poor overworked mom a few moments to refresh herself.

That was... interesting. I had fun trying to match the kids with the dads. Thats some imagination you have.