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Brothers and Babies	By : nekluvshp Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Here is chapter 2!!!! I hope you enjoy it as much as the first 2 chaps. The next few chapters will contain flashbacks. Regular text is the present time and italic is the past. It should be obvious but just in case, italic words or sentences within the normal text are for emphasis or thought. It should be easy to tell which is which. And vice versa.

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“Excuse me?” Itachi spoke up first. “Just how are we brothers?”
For the nth time that day, Fugaku sighed. “Half-brother is more accurate. And first I need to apologize to you, Itachi, for not telling you this twenty-six years ago. So, I apologize.”
“What exactly are you apologizing for? For Naruto to be my half-brother either you or mom would have had to have had an affair and she would never do that. So is that what you’re sorry for, cheating?” Itachi was calm through out his little tirade but anyone who knew him well enough could see that he was angry.
“Neither of us have ever had an affair. Mikoto isn’t your real mother, Itachi. She’s your step-mother.” The elder Uchiha explained.
“She’s my… So then Naruto and I have the same mother?” Itachi asked skeptically, feeling as if there was still something he was missing.
Fugaku ran both of his hands down his face in frustration. He never thought he’d have to explain something like this and it was much more difficult than he ever could have imagined. “Sort of.” Was his vague reply.
Itachi was getting irritated. “We can’t ‘sort of’ have the same mother. Either we do or we don’t, which is it?”
“Itachi.” Naruto started softly, gaining the younger raven’s attention. “My dad is basically… your mom.”
Itachi's reaction was the same as Sasuke's. He blinked twice followed by, “What?”
“Naruto's father, Minato, had a genetic mutation that made him able to conceive and carry a child. In essence, I’m your father and he was your mother.” Fugaku explained slowly.
It was becoming clear that Itachi was just as disbelieving as Sasuke had been all those months ago. Hopefully he wouldn’t be as loud about it.
“You expect me to believe… that my mother is a man? Are you fucking insane?!” He seethed.
“Sometimes, I think so.” The older man mumbled. He then dropped his head back against his chair and pressed his palms to his eyes. “I think I need a drink.” With that, he opened a bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of, what was most likely, whiskey. A glass quickly followed.
Before he had a chance to pour it though, Itachi leaned forward and grabbed the bottle. “Are you going to explain yourself?” He barked.
Fugaku heaved another sigh. “Itachi—”
“I can prove it.” Naruto loudly interrupted. Unlike Sasuke, Itachi sat back and motioned for the blonde to continue.
Shaking and sweaty profusely, Naruto stood from his chair and proceeded to slide the over-sized jacket off his shoulders and drop it into his vacated seat. Then he gripped the bottom of the large sweatshirt and pulled it over his head.
At this point, Naruto's ‘proof’ was tremendously obvious, if his rounded belly had anything to say about it.
Neither Uchiha was able to hide their shock at what the blonde man just unveiled; Itachi because this was all so new to him and Fugaku because he was expecting Naruto to show them a book or a maybe sonogram.
“Shit, Naruto. You’re… you really… fucking hell.” Itachi groaned when the ability to speak returned to him. Realizing the whiskey bottle was still in his hand, the man unscrewed the cap and knocked back a good two shots worth. “So Naruto's father… gave birth to me. How? When did this even happen and why don’t I remember it?”
The elder Uchiha picked up the bottle that Itachi had placed on the desk and filled his glass nearly to the brim. He took a swig before answering with, “Why don’t I just start from the beginning and then you two can ask any questions you might still have?”
“That sounds good to me.” Naruto replied while Itachi nodded his assent.
“Well, I suppose the beginning would be when Minato and I met our freshman year of high school. There had been some big budget cuts and funding issues that caused several public schools to shut down. They had to move a lot of kids around and instead of being shipped off to an overcrowded public school, Minato choose to go to Konoha Academy.” He paused to take a sip.
“But how did—”
“I’m getting there Naruto.” The man interrupted before the blonde could finish his question. “Kids with excellent grades at the surrounding schools that are going into high school are given a test from The Academy. The higher your score, the better scholarship you get. Ninety-five percent and up gets you a full scholarship. Minato got a ninety-eight, the second highest score on record.” Here, Itachi smirked. He knew the next part of the story.
Fugaku drained his glass and set it aside for now. “I currently hold the record with a ninety-nine. But that’s irrelevant to the story.” He said with a dismissive wave. “Anyway, later I learned that Minato had originally declined their offer, wanting to stay with his friends. When it came to the point where he wasn’t going to be with them anyhow, he accepted.”
“Now, me and Minato’s story doesn’t technically start for another year because honestly, I could not stand to be in his presence for more than a few seconds when I first met him. He was loud, obnoxious, bordering on rude… I used the word barbarian to describe him quite often back then.”
“And then something happened. To this day I still don’t know what it was but he started school a week late the next year. He was a lot quieter and didn’t actually talk to anyone for a while, not even his friends.”
My face made contact with the floor. I sat up and looked back to see what I tripped over. Sitting there against the wall was that blonde idiot. “Watch what the fuck you’re doing, Namikaze.” I spat.
The other boy barely even acknowledged my existence. This just made me angrier, you don’t ignore an Uchiha!
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” I half shouted in the deserted hallway as I got to my feet and looked down my nose at him. He actually looked at me this time but his face was completely blank. Then he shrugged and went back to staring at his outstretched feet.
I knelt next to him to be at eye-level, even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Tch, what are you, bi-polar or something? Last year you were bouncing off the walls like a five year old on a sugar high and this year, I don’t think I’ve seen you say two words to anybody.”
It was rather disconcerting when he didn’t react to my jibe, at all. I’d seen him punch people for much lesser cracks. Then again, I didn’t recall him fighting anyone so far that year either.
“Geez, with the way you’re acting, you’d think someone died.” I mumbled off-handedly.
For a moment, I didn’t know what hit me. I couldn’t breathe and pain was flaring up all over my torso. Finally I realized Namikaze had tackled me and was slamming his fists into my chest and stomach over and over again. When he started aiming higher, I brought my arms up to protect my face and neck.
The blows seemed to last forever. When they finally stopped, I realized it was because someone had pulled him off of me. Not only that, but there were students and teachers all around us looking down at me in concern.
I wasn’t sure what everyone was so worried about, until I tried to move. All I did was try and put my arms down but I couldn’t get them any further than my chest without tears stinging my eyes. I noticed the blood gushing from my nose at the same time I realized how painful it was to breathe.
Now that my vision wasn’t being blocked by my, most likely broken, arms, I tilted my head to look at my attacker. Throughout the entire ordeal, I hadn’t really felt much fear. But the way he was looking at me, eyes wide and panting for breath, you’d think he was the one who had been attacked.
Sudden pain laced through me and I realized someone was trying to get me to sit up. I hissed before barking, “Let go! If I wanted to, or even could, get up, I’d fucking do it myself.” Everyone backed off right away.
It wasn’t long before the paramedics showed up. They strapped me to one of those backboard things and put a brace around my neck to make sure I wouldn’t move.
As they lifted me onto the stretcher, I saw Namikaze being cuffed and lead away by the police. His head was bowed and he just looked so ashamed and pathetic that I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.
The very next evening, I was lying in a hospital bed, partially out of it from the pain killers they gave me, when a familiar blonde entered my room and stood in the doorway. I watched him stare at me, his eyes roving over all of my visible injuries.
“Either come in and sit down or leave.” I said to the other boy who seemed to be contemplating whether or not he should actually be there.
Namikaze jumped a little at my rough command before scampering into the room and sitting in one of the available chairs.
We sat in silence for a while until I couldn’t take his nervous fidgeting anymore. “Did you come here for something?” The blonde jumped again and stared at me for a minute. “Well? Say something!”
With a strained smile he said, “You uh… you look like hell.” It seemed like he was attempting to be funny to try and lighten the tension in the room.
I looked down at my bandaged body before raising a brow and saying, “Ya think?” His smile dropped. “Let’s see… broken left wrist, broken right forearm, broken nose, nine cracked, broken, or fractured ribs, one nearly punctured a lung, and a ruptured spleen. I think I have a plenty good reason for looking like hell.”
“Look… I’m sorry, Uchiha. I—”
“I know. And I forgave you yesterday when I saw how pathetic you looked being taken away by the cops.” I explained nonchalantly.
Namikaze’s impossibly blue eyes widened and he sputtered, “You… you forgave me? What are you, nuts? I beat the shit out of yesterday, maybe even almost killed you! If I were you I’d be milking it for everything its worth and then some! I’d have myself groveling at my feet, begging for forgiveness!!!”
I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. “What would be the point of that, other than to humiliate you? I can already get anything else I could possibly want with a snap of my fingers.”
The blonde sighed. “Can I at least explain myself then?” He asked, his tone one of defeat. I motioned for him to continue. “I… I’ve kinda been in a bad place the past couple of weeks and haven’t really been myself.”
I snorted.
“What?” He asked. I shook my head. “What?!” This time it was a demand.
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Without missing a beat he replied, “I’ve had butt sex.” My reaction was to stare at him and blink several times. “What? That’s something you don’t know.”
I couldn’t help it after that, I started laughing and not just a smooth chuckle like usual. It hurt my chest so fucking bad but it didn’t stop me for several long moments. When I finally stopped, he was staring at me like I’d grown an extra head.
“I don’t think I have ever heard you laugh before. You should do it more often.” He said with a wide grin.
“And you should do it less.” I replied with a small smile of mine own. His grin widened for a moment before fading and he turned completely serious.
“I really am sorry. I don’t know what happened. You said… what you said and I just snapped. The next thing I knew, someone was holding onto me and I was panting but I had no idea why. The back of my hands were throbbing and I saw they were bleeding and a little swollen. Then I looked up and saw you lying on the floor like that…” His voice wavered near the end and I realized there were a few tears running down his cheeks.
I had to roll my eyes again but at least I managed not to scoff at him. “I already said I forgive you, Namikaze. There’s no reason to cry.”
He wiped his face with his sleeve and grinned again. “First of all, call me Minato. Second, of course there’s a reason for me to cry, with all your money, I’ll be in prison by the end of next week.”
“Fine, Minato. However, I’m not pressing charges against you, unless you really want me to.” I could tell he was about to interrupt me with something about needing to make it up to me, but I beat him to it. “And if you really feel that bad, you can carry my books and other shit at school when I get back.”
“Alright, Fugaku.” He replied.
“Did I say you can call me that?” I asked, completely serious and angry over the fact that he used my first name without permission. The idiot just continued to grin at me.

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