This can't be happening!

Again, I dont own Naruto. The story would be hard Yaoi if I did. Here is the 2nd chapter... its long, so be advised. Still no smut... Sasuke bastard had too much to say... sorry if I made him OOC. I couldnt resist allowing him to have a field day since he wont be a very talkative character... quite unreasonable... so *shrugs* There you go, please enjoy.

Chapter 2 Midnight visitors

Rain drops burst into ever growing circles under his restless eyes. Standing before the window, the steady drizzle of falling water blanketed his senses. Thunder rumbled in the distance barely daring to pierce the darkness to light his pale countenance. Not a soul stirred inside the Uchiha mansion at this hour, not one. There was only him: Uchiha Sasuke, sole survivor of a once proud clan.

Impassive eyes stared into midnight skies brooding, waiting. Cold seeped through the thin cloth of his yukata and only sheer willpower allowed him to repress a shiver. Ignoring his body’s needs was almost second nature to him by this time. Still it couldn’t control the goose bumps that broke through his skin like brushfire.

Pale eyelids covered coal black orbs, effectively shutting the outside world. Expanding his senses, he allowed the night scents and sounds to penetrate his mind. Being awake at this time was slowly becoming the norm but he wasn’t worried. After all he’d experienced inside this place, he finally found himself at ease with it. Strangely, it pleased him.

In a way, it was a most unsettling thought. The empty corridors held no more reproachful whispers of his own weakness and not one of the ghosts that plagued his youth remained to mock his inability to defend himself anymore. The spirits stood immobile now, like guardian dogs, all their nervous energy held in check by the strength of its master’s heart. He was slowly getting used to this house’s company.

It was funny actually, there he was: Uchiha, Sasuke, 18, alone, a clan to restore and only his hands and a house to do it with. Still, there was no regret; at the end they were essentially the same: master and servant of a lost Clan.

On a whim, he decided to explore the house. Less than 6 months of freedom, living in this place and having other things like proving himself to his village were responsible for this sudden interest. Only recently had the Anbu stopped watching over him like hawks. Only recently had Naruto started to smile when maskless around him. Things were hesitant and slow but they were progressing. Even when his friend tried to hide behind his Anbu mask, he always knew when it was his turn to watch over him. He could feel it.

‘Anyway it’s as good a time to reacquaint myself with this house as any.’ Separating from the window, he stepped inside. Memories of a distant past danced coyly just out of reach. His naked feet echoed softly through the rooms, relaxing him. With every passing second, he half-expected to stumble into his younger, mischievous self tearing through the house like the hounds of hell were after him; which in a way they were. This was a truth few knew.

When he was a young child he had all the makings of a prankster. His face softened thinking of the many failed attempts to booby trap his brother’s clothes-chest. Itachi Uchiha was a very patient kind of brother until one messed with his things. Then his face got all red and weird, his natural black eyes turned slightly red and he started bellowing I’m-gonna-kill-you-brat. He lived for those moments because only a few were ever able to ruffle Itachi-niisan’s feathers. Still, it served as no consolation that he was one of them and he’d spent a good number of years beating himself over with guilt, thinking his clan’s demise was the result of one too many pranks.

Rounding a corner in the hallway near the stairwell, his eyes were automatically drawn to a spot near the base of the wall. There, halfway up the wall was a spattering of hiragana traced with unsteady hands. His mind’s eye produced an image of himself, writing breathlessly with a blush on his face. He could see his childish hands steadying the razor-sharp kunai to write what was rapidly becoming his favorite word. A blush blossomed in his pale face remembering his younger, more passionate self while his back twitched in sympathy for the pain wrought by his father’s cane.

‘Na ro te! What is this? What are you doing? How dare you blemish your ancestor’s abode with childish scribbles?’ his father howled like a wounded animal. The kunai clattered to the floor and he whirled, ineffectively hiding the fruits of his labor. At that moment, he’d been terrified; red-faced and sweating he was ready to faint; completely sure his father would read and understand what was so obvious to him.

At the end, his father hadn’t even tried to read what was written, he just didn’t care. All that mattered was the fact that he had dared to deface a wall of the all-important Uchiha Manor; that was the reason for his anger. The rest was of no consequence to him.

‘Thank Kami father never realized what I had written. If he had, I wouldn’t have had a go at being the last Uchiha. I would have ended up as a tragically dead Uchiha youth, killed by my sire’s hand.’

Pale fingers traced the hiragana, knowing his mistake in spelling had probably saved his young life. ‘Naruto’ was in truth the name he’d attempted to write at such an early age. Maybe it was the location, his faulty hiragana or even a stroke of luck, but his father never saw the truth behind his garbled ‘Na ro te’.

Embarrased despite the years, he decided to tear the damned wall down even though it was still in good repair. He didn’t need a reminder of his earlier foolishness. Not this way… it was demeaning to the Uchiha pride somehow. ‘Not to mention to yourself, Sasuke I-don’t-need-anybody Uchiha.’

Hugging his thin yukata close, he wandered with his memories as only company. Every surface on each level, every age-stained board, every partition, and every timeworn tatami reached out to him, begging for attention. The family rooms, the kitchens, the genkan, the corridors, the well, the dining room, they all clamored for attention.

There was a new purpose to their settling sighs, a definite craving and they turned to him, their master, their last Uchiha, to provide for that need. Everywhere, the shadowy rooms seemed to stand in breathless anticipation.

‘Anticipation of what? What do you want?’ he asked out loud, the faint echo of his own words posing a question of its own. Outside, the rain kept on pouring isolating him from the rest of the world with a liquid barrier that kept prying eyes at bay.

“Me? I don’t want for anything.” He answered defiantly. “Uchihas don’t want for anything. Ask anybody!” Phantom echoes of ancient laughter filled his heart and he huffed, feigning ignorance while stubbornly resisting the call of the night. This was not the first time his fanciful imagination had played tricks on his mind.

‘Alas! Another first! Who would have thought that you possess an imagination to rival that of Jiraiya-san? What would your ‘fans’ say to that! They’d probably die of horror!’ He mocked their stunned faces with a sardonic half smile.

Crossing to the veranda, he reclined lazily against the nearest post. His body was buffeted by the elements even though he was not directly exposed.

‘Fine storm this has turned out to be.’ He smiled one of his rare Uchiha smiles, lifting his face to meet the elements. Frigid tendrils of rain and wind tousled his hair and dampened his clothes while his own questions went tirelessly around his heart until he relented. If he was true to himself, and all Uchihas were sooner or later, he would have to accept he already knew the answer to the uncomfortable question posed by his house.

‘What I want, what you want… what we want?’ he echoed and felt a flickering agreement. The echoes of generations past shimmered and trembled around him. He knew the house was waiting for him to make good on his promise. It seemed to be holding its breath, anticipating the energetic patter of little feet and naughty giggles, for chubby chalk-wielding hands that had to be stopped from plastering their creative efforts over centuries old walls. In short, his was the gargantuan task of rebuilding his entire clan.

It was during nights such as this he wondered just how he was expected to fulfill those expectations. It was all too much to ask of just one man.

‘We are talking about me filling up a whole house! What do they expect me to do? Create a harem of sorts to rival the gods? There is no way I am copulating with half the female population of Konoha! It would shrivel and die with disgust. I would shrivel and die with disgust!’ He shuddered with loathing, cursing his dearly departed brother for his lack of common sense.

‘It figures Itachi would cause me pain even after he was dead. He could have left a brat or two to help me along but no, he had to play the perfect psycho to a T.’ He grumbled annoyed at his brother for leaving him with such a distasteful burden.

‘Hell, even one more Uchiha would have been welcome. I could have left the other one take over this reviving issue. I don’t want to bestow such a cursed blood unto the flesh of innocents.’ He was not sure of his feelings regarding love, family, friendship and rivalry but he was sure he would never allow those half-crazed females to touch him, let alone carry his seed or make babies with him.

‘Madness is too close to me to add obsessive-compulsiveness into the brew.’ He shivered, banning from his mind the image of a pregnant Ino or Sakura tearing at him while he ran away to become the next Itachi.

Another half smile blessed his lips at his own flights of fancy. ‘If only Naruto…’ he stiffened, shying away from that train of thought. The accompanying nose-bleed-inducing image was strictly forbidden unless his need for sexual release became unmanageable and then only indulged sparingly. Its potency was directly related to the cruelty of his words towards his only friend and rival the next day.

There had been too many nights of breathless, guilty, addictive pleasure wrought from imagining his rival and best friend swollen with his child, his azure eyes shining with that special light that was all Naruto. Sasuke never thought to question the reason behind his late night musings. They just served to uncover a raw hunger that left him sleepless and thoughtful.

It was on nights like this, when the pain of solitude became too much of a burden to carry alone when he found himself dreaming of what ifs. What if Naruto was a girl, what if he could share his life with him, what if they could have children, a family... What if... such a stupid and lonely sound.

He fidgeted remembering his reaction to the first time he’d been exposed to Naruto’s famed sexy no jutsu. Outwardly, he’d remained stoic; then again his Uchiha training was too deeply ingrained to allow him to show his true feelings in public.

‘As it was, I almost jerked myself off into a coma after returning home that same day.’ Absently teasing his exposed nipple to a stiff peak, he allowed his favorite fantasy to take away the cold that gathered inside his soul.

In his fantasy it was always morning. Naruto and mornings mixed somehow in his imagination. He stood before the Uchiha well with his back turned to him, wrapped in a blue yukata with a red fan pattern. He smiled: There was something incredibly sexy about his dobe surrounded with his family crest. He was sure those fans were coded into his DNA. There was something inside his gut that wanted him to brand Naruto as his, to claim him visibly. He wanted to mark him, cover him, surround him and break him so that nobody could ever challenge his claim over his blond-haired lover.

‘He’s mine!’ he thought fiercely, his instincts screaming with jealousy.

‘Possessive bastard.’ He chided himself for exhibiting one of the most primitive of Uchiha urges. Possession.

‘That must be the reason behind the obsessive Uchiha fan marking of everything within our sight. So that everybody refrained from touching what’s ours.’ The fact that he found logic within that trait disturbed him but not for long though.

Stretching his neck, he sighed with contentment, his body trapped in the sweet torture of barely repressed lust and tenderness. His musings continued as his dream-self wrapped his arms around his dobe and turned him between his arms. It was at that moment he would realize the meaning of the tight, hard ball under his hands. The swollen mound proudly proclaimed to all around them that the next Uchiha heir was well on his way home; that the Uchiha clan was not just him anymore.

A dazzling smile stole his breath while a well-placed baby kick drove home the fact that his dobe was truly carrying a miracle. His miracle. A miracle that meant he would no longer have to bear this burden alone. Humbled, he would seek those warm, soft lips for a well deserved kiss as his heart overflowed with tenderness.

Grimacing at the direction his thoughts were taking, he stretched. ‘It would never do to have these urges exposed to the Konohagakure population. There would be riots… Their beloved and perfect Uchiha lusting after another man!’ he thought scathingly, even though painfully aware of the needs of his body.

A splashing sound followed by the heavy fall of a body nearby pushed him into a fighting stance, staring into the shadows that now appeared slightly menacing.

Stretching his senses, he detected two distinct sources of chakra. One was big, with a particular amphibian taint. The other one was smaller, familiar and weaker, much too weak to be considered a threat.

Curiosity pricked at the familiarity of the chakra as he inched forward tying his wet yukata securely while allowing the top to fall around his hips to avoid it hampering his movements. First rule of the shinobi: when facing strangers with unknown intentions, better make sure you can attack and defend.

Frowning, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, stealthily approaching his front door. ‘They are just standing there. Who are they? What do they want?’ He waited a few minutes, the silence driving him slowly insane. His gut told him it was important he hurried but his shinobi habits were hard to repress. At the end he compromised. Rain was pouring harder now. Whoever was waiting for him to open the door would be totally drenched by now.

Unable to sense a threat and not willing to bear waiting any longer, he pushed his door open wondering if he would regret it. An almost impenetrable wall of rain rose between him and his visitors and he squinted in an effort to make out who was dropping in for a visit at this hour.

There, in the middle of the Uchiha entryway was the enormous belly of a frog guarding a fallen body. Peering harder through the gloom, he made out a shock of light hair made dull by all the muck now covering the prone body.

“Gamabunta? Naruto?” he whispered incredulously before his body fell into action. Running outside, all dignity forgotten, he kneeled beside his friend. Carefully turning around the lax body between his arms he ran an automatic first aid checklist. His friend was unconscious, breathless and deathly pale. His eyes were half closed and his body was flushed, thrashing around in fevered convulsions not even the frigid rain could appease.

“Sasuke. Konoha. Safe home, now.” Gamabunta croaked and disappeared; worry lighting his beady eyes even if his mission was accomplished.

His mind barely registered the toad’s words or its departure in favor of gauging Naruto’s condition. Eyes running expertly over his friend’s body, he noticed the barely closed wounds and caught the faintly metallic scent of blood fading in the downpour. Sasuke could see he was badly injured; he just didn’t understand why he was still in this condition nor know the true extent of those wounds.

‘What’s kyuubi doing?’ he wondered ‘These wounds should be closed by now.’ Worry turned his mouth into a grim line as he lifted the small body and carried him inside. ‘I must find Tsunade.’

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Inane cat ramblings: read at your own peril.

Oresama Sasuke: Oi, this is not me. I would never blush nor smile. It is beneath the Uchiha pride. Even more I would never write on a wall Naruto's name! Mispelling indeed! I was a perfect Uchiha spawn from the moment I was dropped from my dam's womb.

Nekochan: -smirks- tsk, tsk I liked that memory of yours... so human! Have you heard of literary liberties?

Oresama Sasuke: -glares- Have you heard of the Uchiha bloodlimit and what it can do when I am not pleased?

Nekochan: -pouts- then you leave me with no other option... ano sa, ano sa Naruto-kun... What do you feel about being a daddy?

Naruto: -jumps up and down for joy- Eeehhh? A baby? I would love to have a...

Sasuke: -wraps an arms around his dobe's neck, kisses him senseless, throws him over his shoulder and looks triumphantly at me.- Do what you must. Just know he is mine and nobody touches what's mine. Understood?

Nekochan: -bows respectfully but hides a knowing smirk- hai, hai Oresama Sasuke-san!