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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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So, I had many people yell at me, thanks for that, it was great. Thanks for all the reviews, they were great, they really helped me write this chapter.

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Stumbling

Before either of the other occupants of the room could react, Sasuke was on his feet and out the door. He bolted down the hall, heading back towards the front entry, the last place he had seen Naruto, alive. In his head he was chanting over and over again for his boyfriend to be okay, to be alive.

"Sasuke!" Itachi yelled as he watched his little brother disappear out the open door. "Come back, it's not safe." He threw a terrified look to his lover, begging him to allow him to go after the boy. He couldn't just allow his brother to run into danger, he was his responsibility.

Catching Itachi's eyes, the redhead immediately understood. Springing into action, Kyuubi was out the door and pursuing the youngest Uchiha, Itachi right behind him, but Sasuke had too much of a head start.

The youngest Uchiha flew down the hall, ignoring the worried shouts of his brother behind him. There was only one thought in his mind – Naruto. He was terrified by what he may find, but his speed didn't waver as he neared the end of the hall. Skidding to a stop when the hall opened up, Sasuke looked over the scene below. Relief flooded through him at the sight before him, and he steadied himself with the banister before running down the stairs.

Naruto stood over the assassins' body, staring down at the still form, gun in hand. A crimson puddle slowly pooling around the body, staining the marble floor. Hearing his name shouted, the blond turned to find Sasuke running down the stairs, tears flowing down his pale cheeks. Dropping the weapon, Naruto moved forward, catching the smaller boy as he crashed into the him, knocking them both to the ground. Using his own body to shield the raven from the impact, Naruto clutched the teen to his chest.

Hysterical sobs escaped the usually composed Uchiha as he desperately clung to the blond beneath him. When the gunshot had sounded through the house, Sasuke had thought the worst, but here Naruto was, safe. Tanned hands ran soothingly through the spiky raven hair and rubbed circles on the boys back.

"Oh god, Naruto," the trembling boy cried into the tanned shoulder. "I thought I lost you." He sobbed harder, refusing to release the other teen. Every emotion he had held at bay since seeing the maid dead in the kitchen came flooding back, overwhelming him.

"Naruto! Sasuke!"

Kyuubi and Itachi came barrelling down the stairs. The redhead looked absolutely livid as he looked over the scene. "What the hell were you thinking!" he yelled. "You don't just run back to danger! Naruto told you to leave." He wearily ran a hand through his short spikes, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He couldn't really blame the boy though, when he had heard the gun go off, he had wanted to run to his brother as well, but his years of training had stopped him.

"I'm sorry," Sasuke murmured into the shoulder still. He relaxed into the warm hold, nuzzling the blond's neck. "I couldn't," he sobbed. "I just couldn't leave him." Pale fists tightened in the Uzumaki's shirt, tears soaking into the fabric as they continued to flow freely.

Watching his brother sob uncontrollably into the blonds' shoulder was causing Itachi's chest to ache. The sound issuing from the younger raven was heart wrenching. "Sasuke," he called softly, his eyes traveling over the dead body not too far from the huddled pair. He frowned when his brother didn't look at him. "Are you okay?" he asked, moving forward to pry the boy from the blond.

Refusing to let go, Sasuke clung to the body and felt Naruto tighten his hold around him.

"Just leave him," Naruto mumbled, burying his face in the soft raven locks. He knew exactly how the younger boy felt right now, and if he wanted his comfort, Naruto was more than willing to give it. With some quick manoeuvring, the blond managed to struggle to his feet, his arms supporting the smaller body as he carried Sasuke bridal style and sat down on the stairs. "Kyuu, check the house," Naruto practically commanded. "Make sure no one else is here, and I think it's a good idea to call Ibiki."

Morino Ibiki was a LEAF agent whose day job was a homicide detective for the Konoha police force. Whenever something went south, Ibiki was called in with his team that consisted of several other agents that had decided to join the force as well. It was the best way to contain a situation, and LEAF didn't have to form a special team.

"Kitchen," Sasuke mumbled. "The maid, she's in the kitchen." He barely suppressed a shudder at the memory of the assassin standing over the maids' body.

Kyuubi headed for the kitchen, but stopped suddenly, halting Itachi as the raven tried to follow him. "Stay with your brother and Nar," he asked softly. If someone was still in the house, he didn't want to have to protect the other man.

"But..."

"You're brother needs you." The redhead turned back and made his way to the kitchen again, listening carefully for any movement around him as he went. He slunk into the room, eyes searching as he went.

As mentioned, the maid was on the floor of the kitchen, hidden behind the counter, her blood pooling around head, soaking into her hair and crisp uniform.

Staring into her lifeless eyes for a moment, Kyuubi bent down and closed them. This was the part of the job he hated the most; death. From a young age, both he and his brother had been surrounded by it, and unfortunately become desensitized to a certain degree.

Doing a quick sweep of the first floor, Kyuubi made his way back to the others to find Naruto murmuring into a still shivering Sasuke's ear as Itachi watched on with concern clearly displayed over his face. The sight would have been heart warming under any other circumstance.

"The maid is dead," he announced to the group. "I'm going to check out the limo out front before calling the Ibiki."

"Who's Ibiki?" asked Itachi, tearing his gaze away from his baby brother.

"Homicide detective with the Konoha police force," the redhead called over his shoulder as he headed outside. "Old friend of our father's."

Shutting the door behind himself, Kyuubi crept to the vehicle wishing he had a gun with him. Since starting university, and dating Itachi, he had stopped carrying a concealed weapon, afraid that the raven would discover it. All muscles were tense, ready for action at a moment's notice. Grabbing the handle, he flung open the door to find two bodies cuddled together; one clearly dead, the other barely alive.

Fugaku had managed to crawl to his wife, her eyes showed signs of smeared blood where he had respectfully closed them before holding her limp body in the arms. He didn't even respond when the door was thrown open.

"Uchiha-san," Kyuubi whispered. Only then did the man look up to meet the Uzumaki's blue gaze. The redhead was surprised by the small smile of recognition that spread over the man's weary features.

"Are they safe?" the dying man asked urgently, the smile falling away, and his voice cracking with effort and worry.

"Yes," answered Kyuubi with a quick nod. "My brother took care of the assailant." The cerulean eyes scanned over the man, taking in the severity of the wound in his chest. From a single glance, the agent knew the man would not survive even if he received medical treatment that moment.

"Thank you," Fugaku gasped gratefully, choking on his own fluids. Blood dribbled down his chin as he coughed violently, his entire frame shaking with the effort it took to just keep breathing. "I owe you everything. Please," he begged. "Please take care of them, they are going to need someone. I know you love my son, and if my suspicions are correct, your brother loves Sasuke as well." His dark eyes pleaded with the eldest Uzumaki.

"Yes, very much so," Kyuubi replied with a slight bow. He looked back up, meeting the fading gaze. "But don't talk, we're going to get you out of here." Climbing into the back seat, he reached for the slowly dying man only to be weakly waved off.

"Tell them I love them," the man whispered hoarsely followed by a fresh wave of blood as he coughed violently. "And I hope they do whatever will make them happy."

Growling in frustration, the tanned man reached for the Uchiha again. "You can tell them yourself."

Waving off the young agent, Fugaku hugged his wife closer and closed his eyes. "No," he said, resigned to his fate. "I know I'm done, but thank you." Dark onyx eyes flew open, fixing Kyuubi with a hard stare. "You're so much like your father," he informed the boy. "Only you look like your mother. But your brother, he's Minato's spitting image. When I saw your eyes, there was no doubt in my mind who you were. You and Naruto grew up well, I'm sorry you lost him."

"How?"

"Old friends," the raven explained, his voice barely a whisper. "And fake business partners," he added. "When I saw you with Itachi, I knew right away LEAF was watching my boys. Thank you."

"You knew," Kyuubi said in astonishment.

Fugaku nodded, he could feel himself weakening, and knew there wasn't much time. "My sons," he choked out. "Please watch over them, and protect them. I'm sorry I won't be around to do so myself. Please, take care of my boys..."

Kyuubi watched the life slowly leave the eldest Uchiha's eyes, before leaning over and closing the dark onyx orbs. "I promise," he whispered.

He shut the door of the limo, head bowed in grief. Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto were dead. Itachi and Sasuke were left alone in the world, the last Uchiha's; mission fail.

With a slight tremor in his hand, he pulled out his phone and dialled an all too familiar number. "Ibiki, we need you at the Uchiha manor." He paused and waited as the man on the other end asked a few questions. "SOUND," he answered, his voice sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. "We have three bodies, and two survivors." Without another word, he shut his phone and turned to back to the house.

Now he had to face them most difficult conversation of his entire career; telling his lover and his brother's lover that their parents were no longer among the living. If that alone wasn't hard enough, he also had to keep everything under wraps, it wasn't time for the Uchiha's to know who they were.

Naruto didn't look up as his brother re-entered the house, but he heard him as he continued to murmur into Sasuke's ear, placing gentle kissed on his brow and temple, soothing the frightened teen.

So far Naruto believed was doing a terrible job of keeping the promise he had made months ago to protect the youngest Uchiha at all costs. Hugging the boy tightly, the blond looked over at Itachi who was standing at the base of the stairs watching Kyuubi approach, his face apprehensive. Finally he glanced over at his brother and stifled a gasp of surprise at what he found.

The redheads eyes looked haunted and were downcast, his head bowed in sorrow. Naruto had only ever seen his brother look this way once before, five years ago. It was heartbreak, someone had been lost, and Naruto prayed it wasn't who he thought it was.

"Kyuu?" he called timidly. Both raven haired brothers looked to him then back to Kyuubi.

The redhead met his brothers' worried gaze before shaking his head and looking away. The pain floating in those azure orbs was beyond words.

Naruto's arms tightened involuntarily around his charge. "No..." he gasped out. "No, it can't be." He looked down at the boy in his arms, and swallowed the large lump forming in his throat. "Sasuke," he choked out, burying his face in the pale neck. "I'm so sorry."

"What?"

"Your parents," Kyuubi started, struggling to find the right words. "I'm sorry,"

Itachi sank to the floor, sitting on the closest stair. To any other person, it would seem as though the Uchiha was composed, but Kyuubi could see the pain, he could see Itachi's heart breaking. The red head moved quickly across the room and pulled Itachi into a hug, whispering in his ear.

Sasuke's anguished screams filled the foyer, bouncing off the walls and marble floor. "NO! It's not true, it can't be. No!" he fought against Naruto's hold, trying to free himself, to rush to his parents' side, to prove Kyuubi wrong. It couldn't be possible; they were his parents, indestructible, always there, no matter what.

For the first time in years, tears filled Naruto's cerulean eyes, spilling over, and running down his scared cheeks. "I'm sorry Sasuke," he repeated again and again, struggling to hold onto the flailing body in his arms. "I'm so, so sorry." The agonized screams caused his blood to run cold, his heart freezing in his chest. There was so much pain in the agonized howls that echoed through the room.

The house was swarming with police, all special agents of LEAF just doing their day job but reporting to two different bosses. Anything that needed to be covered up would be, but for the most part, the investigation would be on the level with the local police.

In the last hour, four different officers had interviewed Naruto and Sasuke, though only two had talked to Kyuubi and Itachi.

Currently, Naruto was standing in the middle of the hall, Sasuke trembling at his side while Ibiki spoke to them, asking various questions. It was starting to get to a point that the Uzumaki was tempted to throw a fit and tell everyone to leave them alone already. The questions and investigation didn't bother the blond in the least, but it was definitely wearing on the young Uchiha to the point where the boy was barely coherent.

On the other side of the room, a female officer approached Itachi and Kyuubi. The redhead looked rather relaxed despite the situation, with his hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly slumped. Beside the Uzumaki stood his boyfriend, who seemed to look completely unmoved by the goings on around him. The only three people that could sense the emotional turmoil boiling beneath the surface would be his brother and the two brother agents; no one else knew the man well enough.

"Excuse me," the female agent said approaching cautiously. Her dark hair was pulled back onto a messy spiky bun. "I need to speak with Itachi-san."

"Anko," Kyuubi greeted with a nod and motioning to his boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders, brushing off the raven's unasked questioned as the Uchiha raised a single eyebrow.

"Kyuubi," she acknowledged, returning the nod before turning to the younger man. "Itachi-san," she started. "As you may already know, it will be impossible for you to stay here during the investigation. The Konoha police department are of course willing to take you into protective custody, since it seems that your brother, and possibly yourself are targets. If you..."

"That won't be necessary," interrupted the red haired agent. "The Uchiha brothers will be staying with us. I assure you that you will find our home beyond any security that you would be able to provide." He ignored the shocked look Itachi was throwing him as he addressed his fellow agent.

Dark eyes narrowed as Anko sized up the Uzumaki. "Very well," she said slowly. "I will of course inform my superiors of this," she warned. With one final glare, she turned and marched back over to the body to begin speaking to another officer.

"Kyuubi," growled Itachi, rounding on his boyfriend. "How can you just decide that, and what about the danger Sasuke and I will be putting on you and Naruto. We couldn't do that to you." Even though his tone was harsh, his onyx eyes were pleading for the redhead to understand. No matter what, Itachi felt he couldn't endanger his lover anymore than he already had.

"Don't worry about it," Kyuubi said, waving off the Uchiha's worries. "As I said, you won't find better security anywhere in the city. Plus, I don't think Sasuke is ready to part from Naruto quite yet."

Itachi followed the redheads gaze to across the room where his little brother was clinging to the young Uzumaki, his face buried in the broad chest. The blonds tanned arm was wrapped around the young raven, holding the trembling boy to his body while the he spoke to the officers.

"I think you're right," whispered Itachi, his voice shaky.

Catching the waiver in the raven's voice, Kyuubi pulled the slightly smaller man to him, holding his close. "Koi," he whispered in the raven's ear. His hands gently running over the Uchiha's back as he hugged the man. "Let go," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the other man's pale cheek.

Itachi moved into the embrace burying his head in the crook of his boyfriends' neck. He felt tears well up in his onyx eyes as strong arms wrapped around him. Never before in his life had he ever felt this vulnerable, he had always been told that emotions were never to be shown to the world, that it was weakness.

"You can cry, you know," Kyuubi whispered softly into the others ear. He ran his fingers through the long raven hair that had come loose during the afternoon's events.

"No, I need to be strong for Sasuke," the older Uchiha argued weakly. It was his job to protect Sasuke from the world, to be strong and support his precious little brother. Sasuke was all he had left of his family now.

Both men jumped as an angry shout echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceiling.

"What the hell is wrong with all of you!" yelled Naruto, his cerulean eyes flashing dangerously as he glared at the officers around him and Sasuke. "We need to rest, damn it! Poor Sasuke is shaking like a fucking leaf. I mean, come on, the body is right there," he shouted, pointing at the still form of Kimimaro sprawled on the ground.

It seemed that the LEAF agents had forgotten that the Uchiha brothers were not use to death, or that Sasuke was still so young. Either way, their oversight and lack of sensitivity had enraged the blond. The poor raven was clinging to the blond agent, tears still silently spilling down his pale cheeks.

"Uzumaki," Ibiki warned.

The blond glared at the older agent, daring him to really challenge him. If push came to shove, Naruto would pull rank for Sasuke's sake. "If you need us, we'll be in the den," he informed them coldly, gently steering the shell shocked teen in the direction of the room just off the foyer.

So, the parents are gone. I have to ask, who actually saw this coming?

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