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Night Rain	By : ItaNarulover Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hisashiburi desu… soretomo irasshaimase! Sorry for taking soooooo long, but school's been a major bitch, and it'll stay that way for some time now.

I'm also sorry about the ruckus with the format earlier, but I managed to fix it. I hope you like this better, if not then tell me and I'll change it back. )

Gomen nasai, minna-san. *bows*

Douzo! ;)

Warnings: Language, abuse, etc.

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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

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… (Long double lines) = change of scenery/new scene.

o-o-o-o (One small o-line) = after a short amount of time or change of point of view.

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Night Rain

Chapter 4

Drying his long grayish hair with a fluffy orange towel, he stepped out of the sea-green tiled bathroom into the adjacent bedroom, steam rising around him as the cooler temperature enveloped his body.

He had thoroughly enjoyed his bath, a little disappointed that his honey bun had refused to join him, but satisfied nonetheless. The warm water had worked wonders on his stiff and aching muscles, soothing them as he relaxed to an extent.

He was trying his very hardest not to think about his son. Shrugging it off by telling himself that it wasn't that unusual, that people did this all the time, that Naruto only had been gone for a couple of hours, that he may call or show up at any time. Yet still the uneasiness within him remained and seemed to grow.

His lover's reaction to it all had only added to the discomfort. Iruka had been running haywire since the Uchiha's call and it had taken him a lot of time and persuasion to calm his beloved. He had insisted that their son was alright, that he might be with his friends since Sasuke hadn't called Sai or Ino yet when he had notified them. But Iruka still didn't believe him, phoning Naruto several times, which finally resulted in him forcefully taking the phone out of his grip and keeping it hidden from his reach. That also happened to be what caused the lonely bath. Iruka thought he was neglecting their son and therefore refused to give him the pleasure a shared bath would provide.

It was true that he could seem neglectful as he stayed calm and kept his good humor but that was only an outward mask, a facade he showed others in order to remain strong and stable in their eyes. Of course he was worried, he could he not be? He loved his son and he couldn't bear to see him hurt or sad but he had to stay strong for his family.

Indeed, if Iruka saw him crumble then what would stop them from breaking apart?

Someone had to be strong, to guide and help the ones who were weaker. That's how it was and always would be. In their family the role was his to take and his to bear.

He couldn't let his family fall apart, not for something that was still uncertain. After all, Naruto could still be alright at someone else's. He could just have been running low on cell phone battery or have gotten drunk himself and ended up staying at some hotel…. there were a lot of possible options. Perhaps they were just overreacting and soon Naruto would call and tell them how ridiculously they were behaving.

But… as much as he wished for that to happen, a large part of him didn't think it would. Naruto was just not that kind of person to disappear without a word and it was beginning to make him believe that maybe he was the one to blame for all of this. Perhaps Naruto had been more offended by the discharge than he had thought. Though, when they parted ways he hadn't seemed angry or sad just relieved and grateful, his eyes a little brighter as that goofy smile decorated his lips.

Had he faked it all? Had he simply put a mask on his face while his mind in actuality was reeling?

Was his son really hurting because of his actions? Out there alone?

Had he really failed as a father?

The thoughts made his heart clench painfully as light tremors spread through his entire body all the way out to his fingertips, his breath caught in his throat.

Slowly stepping across the room to the double bed as he felt his knees grew weaker, he slumped down on it, lying down on his back to stare at the white ceiling, ignoring the way the fabric stuck to his wet skin, a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist.

Pushing the thoughts and feelings aside, telling himself to be strong, he sighed and reached for the clothes that lay prepared behind him, pulling the pair of pants and boxer briefs toward him. Rising to put them on, he let the towel glide off to gather around his feet before kicking it away from him. Stepping inside his pants after having put the briefs on, he heard his cell phone go off down the hall.

A bit shocked, he took a few steps toward the direction before realizing his current state. Tripping over the pants down his ankles, he cursed as he hit the ground.

"Iruka…? Iruka, can you get that…?" He shouted, rising to his feet with some difficulty.

"I'm on it!" His lover answered from the living room.

"Put it on speaker-phone!" He shouted once more, out of breath this time as he hurriedly tried to pull his pants on.

Running out of the bedroom, he turned toward the kitchen where he had left the phone, hearing his husband talk to someone.

"Sai! Thank heavens you called. Is Naruto over at your place?" He heard Iruka exclaim with relief as he reached the kitchen entry.

"No… unfortunately, he's not…" The raven hesitantly responded through the speaker-phone of his cell phone on top of the kitchen counter.

"He's… not…?" Iruka murmured dejectedly, his face scrunched up in worry as he observed the Sharp W62SH.

"Iruka…" He softly called as he slowly walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind. "It's okay…. let's hear what he has to say." He gently told the brunet before kissing him on the cheek and pulling him tighter against his naked chest. Feeling his lover relax into the embrace, he as well turned to observe the phone.

"Well, Sai?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you… but there's something I have to tell you…"

"What is it?" He inquired as he lightly caressed the sides of his lover's upper arms, trying to make him relax further and to keep the uncomfortable growing feeling in his gut at bay.

"It involves Naruto…"

"What is it..?" He repeated, tensing in anticipation and unease.

"I think I know why he left…"

"He… left…? Sai, tell us what you know." He interjected, his voice rising in volume. Iruka had gone as stiff as a ramrod against him, obviously trying his hardest not to panic. Hugging him tighter, he waited for the painter's response.

"…The reason Naruto's unreachable is because…. Itachi cheated on him." Sai said after a couple of silent seconds.

"What…?" He and Iruka both panted out, shocked by the revelation. They had certainly not expected that. Itachi had what?

"… Naruto witnessed it as he came home earlier today-" The painter continued only to be interrupted.

"Came home? Sasuke told us he never did!" Iruka shouted as he broke away from his hold, face reddening in anger.

"He lied..." Sai announced with a slightly bitter tone.

"Those… bastards!" Iruka proceeded to shout. "We've known those two since Naruto befriended them, how could they do that to him?"

"I'm afraid that's not the worst part…." Sai interrupted, sighing through the receiver, probably rubbing the sides of his forehead or something similar to it.

"What do you mean?" He enquired as the statement made the unease flare within his gut, worry crawling over him in waves.

"…..The person who Itachi cheated on Naruto with is not unknown….."

"…What…Who…?" Iruka asked, his tone a mixture of shock and anger as he stopped his fervent pace around the room to stare at the phone.

"….Sasuke…" Sai quietly confessed, the answer most likely being pulled out of his mouth considering the long pause.

"Wha-What…?" Both he and Iruka simultaneously stuttered, choking on air, shocked beyond belief, thinking that they'd probably heard wrong.

"Is…is this some kind of sick joke-" Iruka tried before Sai disrupted him once more.

"No, it's not."

"But… what… how… I…" Iruka mumbled, voicing out the same words currently circling inside his head.

Sasuke and Itachi, the Uchiha brothers, Naruto's best friend and fiancé…. had an incestuous relationship…..? What in the world?

"How do you know that-" He tried, licking his suddenly desert dry lips, struggling to form a sentence.

"How do I know that it's true? That Naruto actually saw them?"

"Yes." He said a little harsher than intended but he didn't give a damn at the moment.

"…..When Sasuke called me I immediately suspected something was wrong. He told me that Naruto hadn't come home and that they were looking for him. At first I had no idea what actually might have happened, well, I could have guessed it later on but at that moment it didn't strike me. However, when I talked to Sakura she told me that Ino had phoned her earlier and told her that Naruto had stopped by her shop a few hours before Sasuke's call to buy a bouquet for Itachi and that he had left in a hurry to catch his train." Sai rapidly explained, pausing at times to catch his breath.

Iruka tried to cut in but failed as he stepped forward to hush him, gently cupping his cheek. "Love…" He cooed, knowing the nickname would help his lover pay attention as he never used it in public, gazing into the shiny brown eyes.

The only thing they could really do now was to really listen. Sure, inside he was fuming like a teapot but screaming and going ballistic before they had every last piece of information wouldn't help anyone, especially not their son.

Embracing him once more, he told Sai to continue and the raven obliged.

"Well… that's when I started to put the pieces back together… Naruto would never disappear like this and tell no one unless something really bad had happened, meaning that something undoubtedly had. I instantly suspected Itachi of being the perpetrator so I tricked Sasuke into telling me everything…. slowly drawing it out by putting up traps along the way… I never expected to find out about that, though." Sai continued, his tone of voice changing from time to time, most likely unable to stay emotionless.

"What did he tell you?" He inquired, trying his hardest to calm himself and his lover down, the task however seeming more impossible by every statement.

"That Naruto did see them and…that they've been doing this for three years now…"

"…"

That was the final blow for both of them, especially Iruka. He stormed out of the kitchen, his face put in a furious scowl, ponytail swaying behind him.

Watching him go, he grabbed his phone and told Sai that he would call him later, hanging up as he walked after his raging lover, ignoring the painter's last protesting words.

His own hands shook from suppressed rage and disgust, his every fiber fighting the urge not to slay the Uchihas in the most horrendous way imaginable as he grabbed his clothed mask and jacket before walking out the door.

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The time at the airport went by in a hurried motion, he barely remembered buying the ticket and checking in, but there he was, sitting on one of the black leathered benches, waiting for gate 15 to open.

It was only about an hour or so before the plane would take off, the thought making his stomach feel like as if someone was wrenching it painfully slowly. He couldn't believe he was doing this. That he was going to see his older brother, the brother he had admired for such a long time, the brother who had always protected and taken care of him, Namikaze Kyuubi.

Shifting his gaze from the large windows in front of him to his hands on his lap, he could see the tremors going through them. God, he was such a wreck, though who could blame him?

He was so tired, so incredibly tired, and in more ways than one. His eyes ached from the strain of keeping them open as they stayed at a half-mast position and yawns kept escaping his lips every now and then. He knew that the possibility of falling asleep on the plane was very high as his every muscle protested against his current state of awareness. A part of him was grateful for the drowsy condition as it undoubtedly would help him forget about his Aviophobia and thus make the trip easier and more pleasant in the process. However, seeing as his body was shaking, he still had not forgotten what he was about to board in a few minutes.

Observing the big clock on the wall further down on his left side, he watched it strike 19.15, the crimson numbers shining through their pitch black enclosure. Shifting his gaze toward the gate again, he noticed it still hadn't opened.

Cursing, his hands turned to claw at the dark dress pants nervously, trying to make them stop shaking. Despite his phobia, he was anxious to get away from everything that made his heart ache. He just hated that feeling. He wanted it to ease and disappear. No matter how numb he felt himself become, the pain would always return as he recalled the event and the painful memories connected to it and he was getting tired of it.

Deep down he knew these feelings would linger for days, months and years, always there to remind him of how much of a fool he really was. Because that was what he really was, wasn't he?

He had been so stupid to think that they actually loved him. That he was going to get married and adopt. That he had a best friend. Clearly, he had only been played with, manipulated and deceived. Now, he finally understood.

They had used him as a cover up for their incestuous relationship. People wouldn't suspect them with it if one of them was in another relationship now would they? They could just fuck away and no one would notice, not even their stupid little pawn who obeyed their every little command, too blissfully ignorant to notice the constant limping of his best friend.

Feeling fresh tears escape his tired and sore eyes, he quickly wiped them away, wincing as it stung. No more. He wouldn't give them his tears, they didn't deserve those anymore.

Seeing people line up in front of the gate, he rose from the bench to walk over to the queue as well, ready to leave Honshuu*.

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Walking rapidly toward the parking lot, he shook from rage. His fists kept clenching and unclenching as they swayed beside his hips, his legs moving quickly over the cobblestoned pathway.

He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe this at all.

How could Itachi and Sasuke do this? They were Naruto's most precious people. Naruto loved them more than anything and this was how they treated him?

Deep down, he knew he should have been more disturbed by their incestuous ways, but all he cared about at the moment was their treatment of his son. Why would they lie to him? Why would they make Naruto believe that he was in a serious relationship when he in fact was not? That he was loved and had a wonderful future ahead of him?

Damn them.

Hearing his husband's distant calls from behind, he increased his speed, getting closer to their red Toyota Camry, unwilling to slow down as his determination to make the Uchihas pay was at its highest peak.

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Seeing Iruka practically run to their car, he tried to make him slow down by shouting his name, his mind having a hard time thinking rationally but still knowing that if he let go of all control then Naruto would not forgive him. Seeing as his calls were ignored, he picked up his pace, deciding to catch up. Running toward his long time lover, he ran past stone walls and bushes, gravel spluttering around his feet.

Gripping Iruka's shoulder to make him stop once he caught up, he held on tightly, making the brunet come to a halt.

"Let go, Kakashi!" Iruka yelled, struggling to get away. "I won't let them get away with it!"

"I'm not saying that they will but you have to calm down, do not rush things."

"I won't wait!" Iruka loudly protested, struggling more fiercely against his hold, wrenching his body around to face him.

"I never said that you should. I merely want us to go there together." He stated in a serious tone as his only uncovered eye stayed fixed on his husband's face, reading the expressions that formed upon it. "Do you honestly believe I'm not affected by this?"

"….Fine." Iruka sighed after a couple of seconds of gazing into his visible eye, probably seeing his genuine feelings towards his son's misery in its depth. "But I'm driving…" His husband almost pouted, crossing his arms over his chest in a slightly childish gesture.

"No, you're not." He determinedly stated, recalling the last time Iruka had driven whilst being upset, nearly causing them to fly off a bridge. Internally shuddering, he walked past his lover toward their car, switching the burglar alarm off before inserting the keys and stepping inside, Iruka following closely.

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Reaching the front door, he tediously walked toward it, his steps heavy and his mind likewise. He had searched through the entire neighborhood and had yet to pick up a single trace or possible lead on his fiancée and his whereabouts.

Opening the door in stiff motion, he quietly stepped inside before turning around to close it. The house was quiet and eerie, darkness creating looming shadows around certain objects and furniture as no lights were turned on, the place resembling a cemetery more than a house.

Hearing a distant shuffling sound, his ears concentrated on the foreign noise and he slowly walked toward its origin, deeming it to be his little brother on the second floor. Reaching the staircase step by quiet step, he heard the shuffling noises rise in volume. Climbing upstairs with his hands on the railing he descended, eventually reaching his bedroom door with light seeping through the chink below.

Pausing just outside, he listened for any signs of acknowledgment. Hearing none, he slowly stepped inside before gasping at the sight that was presented to him.

Sasuke was sitting on the parquet floor, his back against the king sized bed, his eyes furrowed and focused on his own feet. However, the reasons his breath hitched were the bloodied knuckles and the hole on the wall just beside him, deep and dotted with blood.

What in the world had his foolish little brother been up to while he was gone? And why would he hurt himself in such a way?

Stepping over to him, he crouched beside him but got no response whatsoever. Cupping his brother's cheek with his left hand, he gently pulled his face towards his own, forcing him to acknowledge his presence.

"Sasuke?" He murmured, noticing the damp trail that ran across his brother's cheeks.

Getting no verbal response this time either, only a flicker in his eyes, a small movement within their dark depths, he wrapped his arms around his sibling. Pulling him into a hug by gently tugging him toward his chest, he began to make soothing sounds and whispered assuring words, trying his outmost to comfort his baby brother like he had done for so many years. Reaching behind him with his right arm, he pulled the bedspread down, covering it around them both before taking a hold of the edges to carefully dab at the small wounds on Sasuke's hands.

Wiping the blood off, he waited a couple of minutes before trying to verbally communicate with Sasuke again, calling his name softly as he lightly rested his chin upon his head.

"Sasuke…?"

"…They know…" Sasuke quietly answered after a few silent seconds, his voice surprisingly steady.

"About?" He softly questioned, already suspecting who 'they' were.

"…..Us…" His little brother responded; his voice suddenly strained.

"How?"

"Sai saw us at New Years Eve…"

"And he told everyone…" He reasoned, the uttered sentence more of a statement than a question, though his brother answered him anyway.

"Not until recently…"

"I see…"

"…..I'm sorry…" Sasuke murmured as he tensed up against him once more. Though whether it was out of fear or sadness was beyond him.

"It is not your fault, little brother… We are both to blame for this."

"….. Will he forgive us?"

"…..I don't know, Sasuke….. I don't know…" He mumbled, the words excruciating to form as he desperately wanted to tell him otherwise, but knowing that they were true.

Sitting there quietly, enjoying each other's warmth and comfort, they clung to hope. Hoping that their loved one would come home and that he would forgive them, that they would start anew and that everything would be alright. A part of them knew that they were deluding themselves yet the voices were ignored as they only brought more pain, something that neither of them wanted to experience for long, especially when there still was some hope left.

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Hearing and feeling his brother's deep and even breaths, he knew that Sasuke had fallen asleep, curled up against him. He realized he must have fallen asleep as well as his arms around the smaller form had gone numb, a prickling and painful sensation going through them as they shifted from their position. Wincing slightly, he slowly pulled them to lie at his sides, careful as not to wake his brother as his head still rested upon his chest, Sasuke's breath fanning over his collarbone.

Titling his head backwards until it hit the bedstead, he sighed, feeling powerless and at loss. What should he do? How should he proceed?

Just as he was about to move, he heard the doorbell chime, the loud tone making the resting male groan and shift about. Seeing as the person outside was quite persistent and as his mind hoped for the best case scenario, he gently yet quickly lifted his brother off of him and onto to the bed before rushing downstairs toward the entrance door once his brother did not wake up.

Almost uncharacteristically stumbling over the hallway rug, he pulled himself together before reaching the door, his heartbeat loud both due to anxiety and exhaustion. Quickly opening it to look outside, the shocking sight wrenched a gasp out of his mouth.

Turning his head to the left just in time, he avoided the flying fist aimed at him. Furrowing his eyebrows at his "parents-in-law", he backed up into his hallway before demanding an explanation.

"What is it you think you are doing?" He asked with a threatening tone, not appreciating being subjected to violence without a reason.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that question, Uchiha?" Kakashi fiercely remarked, holding his struggling lover around his midsection from behind as Iruka kept trying to rush forward.

"That depends on what you're referring to…"

"How's sleeping with your brother?" Iruka venomously spat, his clenched fists shaking, looking ready to pummel him at any moment.

"How about we discuss this inside?" He told them before stepping aside to let them enter, not wishing any neighbors to overhear.

Getting no reply but seeing the Hatake-Umino pair swiftly walk inside, he took a quick peek outside before shutting the door as no bystanders could be seen.

Turning around, he half expected to be punched again but seeing the pair further down the hall he concluded that the beating might come later. Walking toward them, he leaned on the wall opposite of the two, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded them.

"Where is Sasuke?" Kakashi said, breaking the silence.

"Sleeping." He curtly answered.

"Ah, in Naruto's bed obviously…" Iruka scoffed with disgust. "Did he fall asleep after you fucked him?"

"Not that that's any of your business… but no, he fell asleep from exhaustion." He glared, trying to stay calm despite their angering accusations.

"Oh, what..? From sucking your cock?" Kakashi unabashedly spat, his visible eye crinkled in anger as the eyebrow above it furrowed.

Seeing red, he did his best not to lash out at the pair, fury starting to bubble within. Putting up the worst glare he could muster, he stared at them viciously before speaking. "Get out."

"No, I don't think I will." Kakashi countered, unfazed. "This is Naruto house too, isn't it?"

"Then tell me whatever it is you want to say and leave."

"How could you do that to him?" Iruka hissed, his body shaking, tears gathering around the corners of his eyes.

"….It wasn't intentional." He confessed with the glare still in place.

"Not intentional, then what the hell was it! Did you just wake up one day deciding to screw your brother behind your lover's back?" The brunet yelled distraught, tears trailing down his cheeks at this point. "He loved you more than anything, how could you?"

"I…." He began, a lump forming itself in his throat, pain and guilt washing over him like a ton of bricks. "I never meant to-"

"Never meant to? You 'never meant to' for three fucking years?"

"I-"

"Brother?" A voice spoke from behind, starling everyone in the room.

"Sasuke," He said as he turned around to face his sibling, seeing him ruffled and as perky as a zombie. "Go back upstairs." He softly ordered, his glare gone.

"No." Kakashi interfered, looking at them both unamused. "Sasuke is as guilty as you are, he need to hear this."

Preparing to retort, he quickly stopped himself as Sasuke took a hold of his arm, gripping it tightly. "It's okay, brother." Sasuke murmured, walking past him to lean on the opposite wall, facing the other pair.

"You were his best friend, Sasuke, since high school. How could you do this?" Iruka murmured, trying his hardest not to shed any more tears.

"…. I don't know how or why, so don't ask. I just…. I didn't mean to hurt him." Sasuke sighed, still tired.

"Then what did you expect? That he would be thrilled to see you to going at it? That he would accept it and join you?" Kakashi snapped, still glaring fiercely. "It's abnormal and sick. You two are brothers, not to mention that you're his best friend and fiancé, who in their right mind would just accept it?"

"…." He looked over at his brother to see him flinch, undoubtedly feeling the same way he did. Indeed, they both knew it was wrong, sick and forbidden, but it couldn't be helped.

"And you've been doing this for years, why didn't you tell him? Break up with him if you were so in love with each other? Why did you lie for 3 years, making him believe he was living a dream?" Kakashi continued.

"….." Neither he nor Sasuke knew what to say, where to begin. There were no excuses for their actions, but they loved him.

He loved Naruto, so much, but he loved his brother too. He couldn't choose one over the other. Sasuke was his brother, he was had always been there and Naruto had been the first person he had ever fallen in love with. Naruto had helped him break away from his haunted memories, helped him heal and move on. That was why he needed them both and wanted them; they completed him.

He knew that it was incredibly selfish of him and he despised himself for it, but then again he was an Uchiha and greed and selfishness run in his family. Moreover, he knew that Sasuke also felt the same way, he loved their angel too. Not just in a friendly way like most people assumed but as a lover would. After the engagement a year ago, Sasuke had told him about his feelings toward Naruto. Seeing it as an opportunity to confess about their secret relationship and hopefully make Naruto theirs, they never found the right time to tell him.

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"Answer me!" He hissed, seeing as the two kept quiet, most likely in deep thought.

"We love him…" Sasuke finally answered, staring at him with determination in his onyx eyes.

"… Don't you dare say that ever again…" His husband threatened after a moment of silence, walking toward Sasuke.

Stretching his arm out to hold him back once more, he pulled him against him, not yet ready to physically hurt the Uchihas.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sasuke frowned. "It's true."

"If it was true then none of this would ever have happened." He angrily spoke, irate at their selfishness and rampant lies. "Naruto wouldn't be out there alone, hurt by your betrayal!"

"…" Seeing as they failed to reply once again, he turned to Iruka. "Come, love, I've had enough, staying here any longer will only make me sick." He said as he pulled him by the hand, dragging him toward the exit and ignoring his attempts at escaping.

"Oh, and one more thing…" He said once Iruka had been pushed outside, turning around to lazily regard the two occupants.

Seeing them only a few steps behind him, presumably wanting to lock the door once they left, he waited a second or two before stepping forward to smash his clenched fist into Itachi's face with all the power he could muster. Turning to the other brother when the first one was down, he walked over only to see him tumble backwards, his eyes wide in shock.

Shifting his gaze to see Itachi in a heap on the parquet floor, hand on his jaw and a slightly dazed expression on his face, he continued. "If I ever see you as much as look at him again, I will finish what I started." He threateningly spat before walking outside to his stunned husband, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Hearing the soft click of his seatbelt being buckled, Naruto leaned back in his seat, exhaling in relief but tensing in nervousness. He was finally on the plane, he could barely believe it.

There were only a couple of minutes left or so before the plane would take off and then about 98 minutes before he would reach Obihiro. Then of course, he would have to take a cab, which would make it take up to 40 minutes additionally before he would be able to meet his brother. 'So… only 3 hours left…' He wearily thought as he stared out the window, only to see his horrible-looking reflection glance back at him through the darkness of the evening.

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Stirring his tea around by moving the cup in a circular motion, he gripped it gently by supporting it from below before bringing it up to his thin, pale lips, tipping the cup to let the heated liquid inside. Swallowing automatically, he stared at the empty seat in front of him, his eyebrows furrowing beneath the brown tresses that had escaped his loose ponytail.

When was that idiot going to show up? The time was already past eight and he was supposed to be here a long time ago. The guy had told him come meet him at eight o'clock and yet he was the one who was late. But then again, he guessed he had put too much faith in the highly annoying moron. When did he ever show up on time?

Turning his gaze toward the entrance, he quickly shifted it once more as the awaited person failed to appear. 'Ten more minutes…' He thought as he continued to sip his gyokuro* tea, umami*evident on his taste buds. 'Then I'll leave…'

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"Ah, Neji, I'm sorry man but Akamaru needed to..." Kiba said as he barged into the café, stopping in midsentence, probably noticing the people around him and the rather vicious glare sent his way.

"You said eight p.m." Neji interjected as the dog-lover approached him, giving him a glare worthy of a Hyuuga.

"Yeah I know, look I'm-"

"Save it for later." He said before lifting his hand up in a stopping motion, not wanting to hear the endless story of how Akamaru's flees reproduced or something similar to it. "We came here to discuss about my….. I mean… Mr. Uzumaki." He corrected as he noticed his slipup, his cheeks heating up despite his effort not to let them.

"Huh? What's with the title? You've known each other for years and… are you blushing?" The Inuzuka said, squinting at him curiously as he took a seat across from him.

"No."

"Yes, you are. Your cheeks are—"

"We didn't come here to discuss the coloring of my cheeks, now did we?" He interrupted, not wanting to be questioned further, silently cursing himself internally as he took a quick sip of his second ordered cup of hot green tea.

"Yeah, but-"

"Leave it."

"But-"

"I said leave it." He repeated and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Fine, have it your way…." The dog-lover sighed before suddenly raising his voice as he shifted in his seat. "Hey, isn't that Gaara?"

"Hmm…..what..?" He asked a bit surprised, frowning in confusion.

"Over there… by the traffic lights." Kiba exclaimed as he pointed through the window to his right at a red haired male dressed in a black cape-like coat, pale green eyes staring murderously at the red traffic lights.

"…...Yes, that is Gaara…" He murmured as he instantly recognized the man, the features too rare to be anyone else's.

"Doesn't he seem to look… a little scarier than usual…..… and is that an ax?" Kiba continued, leaning over the table to stare out the window more closely, hands cupping the glass.

"It looks like a normal case to me…" He frowned, not understanding what Kiba meant by mentioning an ax.

"But that's the same case he had a few months ago…. when he taught Naruto to chop some wood…."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"He's not going to kill anyone is he?" Kiba unsurely questioned.

"…..When it comes to Gaara you can never be too certain…." He calmly replied before taking another sip of his tea, watching Gaara cross the crossing and disappear behind the corner, the edges of his black coat flaring in the light November breeze.

"Uh-huh…wait, what?"

"… It was a joke..." He said in a similar tone before taking another sip.

"Oh…... wait, you just made a joke?" Kiba shouted, his eyes wide and mouth agape, looking at him as if he had just grown two heads.

"What of it?" He questioned, his left eyebrow rising in enquiry, ignoring the fools that turned to look at them.

"You never joke."

"That is correct." He stated in the same calm tone, not understanding the sudden commotion.

"But you just said…"

"Yes...?"

"…"

"Now… if you're done gaping, perhaps we should proceed with our discussion."

"Huh? Oh… yeah, sure… so…. what do you think is up with Naruto?" Kiba said in at least three different tones before leaning back in his chair to gaze at him, his facial expression more serious at the mention of his friend.

"Hmm… I wish I knew… it is rare for him to disappear like that…" He admitted, furrowing his eyebrows further as he observed the ceramic tea cup. Swirling it around, he let the tea gently ripple its sides as he recalled the Uchiha's words.

"Yeah… You don't think he was upset by the discharge, right?" Kiba unsurely laughed, scratching his cheek in a nervous gesture. "I kinda called Kakashi five times yesterday…."

"Hmm… no, I reckon he wouldn't be, since he truly hated it there…."

"Yeah, but Kakashi's probably blaming himself..."

"I imagine he would… but Naruto wouldn't be that upset by a matter of this kind, especially with something that involves his father…"

"Yeah… It's just isn't like him…" Kiba stated.

"I agree…something definitely must have happened…"

"Yeah, but what… it has to be something pretty bad to get that kind of reaction…"

"… Perhaps…" He began, but quickly trailed off as he was unsure on how to continue.

"Huh? Perhaps what? Come on, tell me."

"… Perhaps the Uchihas have something to do with it…"

"Why would you think that?"

"It is always them…" He stated, before finishing the last droplets of his tea.

"What do you mean?"

"Every time Naruto gets greatly upset it is almost always the Uchihas that are responsible…"

"What? You think they've done something…? But Sasuke was the one who notified us and told us that Naruto hadn't showed up. If he'd done something then why would he bother calling everyone?"

"I don't know…." He frowned, staring out of the window contemplatively.

He was more than positive that the Uchihas had done something, but the question was what? What could they have done to make their sunshine leave like that? He could think of multiple reasons, but they seemed too unbelievable at most. Well, not to him, since he never really liked the Uchihas to begin with, but to everyone else.

Exactly what had happened? And where was Naruto?

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Staring at his husband wide eyed while said person pulled him toward the car, he felt his jaw nearly unhinge.

Kakashi had hit Itachi….. And not just hit him but threatened him.

He had never expected that to happen. He had thought he would be the one to give them a piece of his mind yet Kakashi had done it for him.

But he wasn't disappointed, far from it in fact. This proved that his husband cared and that he was as infuriated with the Uchihas as himself. He really was the man he loved and fell in love with.

Smiling coyly, he gently grabbed his husband's hand, intertwining their fingers. Seeing Kakashi's slightly surprised stare at the small action, he smiled at him, letting him know that he was forgiven.

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The blazing lights of the car that drove past them made him squint as he concentrated on the road. Darkness had long since devoured the sky as the day turned into evening, streetlights lightening up their surroundings as they passed them by.

Flicking the blinker on, he turned left, taking the route through the city in hopes of spotting their son. The streets were crowded as usual but there were less people pacing on them at this hour and the traffic was lighter.

Noticing the traffic light turn red at the crossing ahead, he slowed down by pressing the brake pedal before stopping completely with some help of the automatic gearbox, the engine still running. Looking at the pedestrians that walked past them, his dark eyes searched for a tall blond male, dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a grey coat.

Not seeing anyone who fit the description, he agitatedly shifted his foot over the accelerator, preparing to drive off only to hear his husband's cry.

"That's Gaara!" Iruka exclaimed, leaning over to stare out of the window in surprise to his left*. "Hey, pull down the window."

Doing as he was told, he pressed the button to roll them down and slowly drove beside the sidewalk as the lights turned green, hearing his husband shout out through the window.

"Gaara! Sabaku Gaara!"

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Hearing someone call his name, he staggered before slowly turning around, his eyebrows furrowing in anger at whoever dared disturbing his killing spree.

Glaring fiercely, he looked around for the source of the commotion only to find a waving brunet in a red Toyota a few meters ahead to his left, nervously smiling at him.

Instantly recognizing the male in question, he fought down the urge to throw the ax at him as he walked over, knowing they would want to converse. Reaching the sidewalk, Iruka stuck his head out and told him to get inside as Kakashi glanced at him beside the brunet.

Having been taught to respect his elders and knowing they were Naruto's parents, he obeyed by stepping inside the backseat, shutting the door behind him before they drove off.

"So, Gaara…" Iruka nervously started, probably noticing his angry glare at being driven off to God knows where when he had better things to do… like killing two Uchihas by chopping their heads and manhood off and burn their corpses in the woods only to maliciously laugh when he was done.

Before he got the time to think of other options, Iruka quickly disrupted him.

"Well?" The ponytailed man asked.

Not knowing what had been said as he had failed to pay attention, he chose to stay silent, staring at the other in enquiry.

"Do you…. know about the Uchihas?" Iruka most likely repeated; his voice awfully strained.

Nodding in reply, he noticed Kakashi drive into an empty parking lot by some closed stores before stopping completely and turning the engine off with a jerky motion of his wrist. Seeing as they both turned to face him, his glare intensified as he suspected their purpose of bringing him here, most likely to tell him not to harm the cheating scum.

"So that's why you're carrying an ax in the middle of the city at 9 p.m.?" Kakashi asked with his visible eye crinkled in light amusement.

Replying with a grunt, he stared out of the window to his left, not feeling like talking at all, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of revenge.

"And what exactly were you planning to do with it?" The masked man issued, still looking amused.

Deciding not to reply as the answer was obvious he turned to regard them once more, lessening the glare a notch.

Of course he wouldn't kill anyone.

If the situation had been different than perhaps he really would have chopped their manhood off but he had a family to care and think about now, a wife that loved him. However, he would still make the Uchihas pay. There was no chance in hell that he would let them escape unharmed when his little brother was out there suffering undeservedly.

While the ax was more of a scare tactic than an honest weapon, he couldn't wait to see their reactions once they saw it, oh, how he would gloat. Perhaps he could even demolish their house a little bit….. Oh, the possibilities…

Noticing a hand wave in front of his face, he snapped out of his thoughts and concentrated on the other two.

"…I said not to go there, Gaara." Kakashi sighed once he paid attention. "At least not today…."

Frowning, he waited for them to explain further, not understanding why he shouldn't.

"We've already given them a piece of our mind…. where I ended up punching Itachi in the jaw…." The scarecrow continued, his dark eye sparkling. "I'm not telling you not to go there at all…. just…. not today..."

"Why?" He questioned, still not understanding.

"They have already received a dose of humiliation…..the worst we could possibly do to them now is something entirely different."

"And what would that be?" He asked, suddenly curious as Kakashi's expression turned serious.

"Before this happened they were our friends too, weren't they?"

Choosing not to answer as he never considered them as such, he internally admitted that they used to be of importance as his little brother cared for them.

"Well, not to you perhaps, but to us they were…"

Still not seeing what Kakashi meant by this, he kept staring, waiting for him to continue.

"The worst thing we really could do them is to shun and ignore them completely. You see, the person Naruto most likely would contact first wouldn't be them but one of us." Kakashi said with an unusual glint in his eye. "And since they are as desperate to find him as we are, if not more, keeping everything away from them, a secret, would be far worse than any other form of punishment we could conjure up with. They would live in a world of constant unawareness, hated by us and everyone we know, never knowing where Naruto is and what he thinks of them."

Letting the words sink in, he felt the right side of his mouth twitch. He never knew Kakashi could be this sadistic, not that he minded, oh, definitely no, this just made him appear all the greater in his eyes.

"Very well, but I will go there tomorrow…..they're still not bruised enough for my liking…." He told them with a hint of amusement before glancing at the case in his lap.

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Crooning to the newly released song of his favorite rock band, he tucked the frying pan into the sink after having put the fried dumplings on his plate, flushing cold water over the heated iron, steam rising as grease sizzled.

Leaving it there to cool down, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the second drawer to his right before sitting down on the cushion by the table a few steps to his left, internally drooling at his wonderfully smelling plate of gyouza*.

Placing the chopsticks in his fingers, he began to eat, rice and meat-filled dumplings mixing together on his tongue as he took a few bites of both, swallowing it all down with a gulp of beer, burping loudly once he was finished.

'Ugh, that was great….' He thought, rubbing his sated belly lazily. Shifting his gaze from his bare stomach to the watch on his wrist, he noticed the late hour of which he had come home and eaten dinner and his eyebrows furrowed upon the discovery.

His job always required overtime. People were simply too stubborn to lift their lazy asses and do a couple of laps, persuasion taking up most of the scheduled time. As if that wasn't enough, he had to act like their little obedient puppy, running errands while they fought to make one sit-up.

Shaking his head at the fools, he sighed and threaded his fingers through his long red hair, glaring at his split ends once he grabbed a tuft. 'Hmmm… maybe I really should cut my hair?' He suddenly pondered while tilting his head to the side, imagining himself in various hairstyles. Getting a flash of himself bold, he shuttered and let the tresses escape his from fingers, already thinking about something entirely different.

Rising from his position on the floor, he lightly and unabashedly scratched himself through his boxers before picking his dirty plates up and carrying them over to the sink, leaving them there for another day, too tired to make the dishes at this late hour.

Yawning and whining loudly while stretching, he wore away to the bedroom, ready to get some beauty sleep despite the horrid weather, recalling that he should have a pair of earplugs by his nightstand. Reaching the bedroom door, he suddenly froze in place, the chiming of the doorbell being the cause of it.

Glancing over his shoulder at the wooden door behind him, he wondered who would come and visit him at eleven p.m. on a workday... Internally shrugging, he turned around and walked over to the door, forgetting his current state of undress, as the person outside never stopped pressing the cursed little button.

Unlocking it, he opened it slowly to reveal a pair of saddened cobalt blue eyes and dripping blond locks that lay plastered over whisker-like cheeks, surrounded by darkness.

"Na… ru… to?" He heard himself questionably stutter before lightning struck down behind them, illuminating a face so similar to his own.

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*Honshuu = the big island where Toukyou (Tokyo) among other cities are located.

*Gyokuro= expensive and luxurious Japanese green tea. The name means "jade dew" and refers to the pale green color of the infusion. It is consumed without sugar or cream and drunken in a cup without a handle as all Japanese teas are in general. The most polite way of drinking green tea is to hold the cup with one hand and support it from below with the other hand.

*Umami= those of you who didn't know this already, umami is the fifth basic taste sensed by specialized receptor cells on the human tongue and means "good flavor" or "good taste". It has a smooth and slightly sweet characteristic taste and is common in Japanese cooking. Gyokuro is particularly rich in umami.

*In Japan people drive on the left-hand side of the road, and the steering wheel is to the right inside most cars. Western, imported cars are built different, usually the opposite way.

*Gyouza = are dumplings with a filling usually made out of minced vegetables or ground meat or both. In Japan, you usually fry them in oil and water and eat them with rice and a dipping sauce consisting of mixed vinegar and soy. It's an amazing dish that is really delicious. I highly recommend it, my dears. ;)

Hehe... *sweat drop* that was quite a lot of information… hope you didn't find it annoying…

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Yes, another cliff-hanger….. I really am the devil’s spawn…*cough* Anyway…..Thanks for reading and thank you so much for reviewing! It makes me happy to see that people actually like the story. Thank you! *glomps*

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Gingitsune: Thanks for not giving up reviewing, the review and for the suggestion. XD As usual I can’t give you any leads on the pairing, but hopefully you’ll like how it’ll turn out in the end.

Mulle:Thank you for the review. Hehe, you’ll just have to wait and see. I’m just evil like that XD. Hope you liked this chapter as well.

Kirai:Thanks for the review, I really appreciated it. I’m glad you thought some moments were touching; I tried to make them so. There is one thing though, I don’t really like to be a smart-ass or overly meticulous, but I just wanted to correct one thing…. eh…. Naruto actually became Itachi’s “buttbuddy” first since Sasuke and Itachi’s relationship began three years after they got together. Sorry, but I just thought…... since it’s kind of vital for the story…… anyway… I hope that this didn’t upset you…. I hope you liked the chapter. *shy air-kiss*

animelover:Hmm…yeah, sorry, no maiming, but I hope this was good enough, for now of course….*laughs evilly* *chokes on black feathers* *curses Itachi’s ravens* Thank you so much for the pleasant review! *hugs*

mimi-chan:Thank you so much for reviewing, especially on both sites. *bows* I’m glad you liked Sai; he was really hard to portray since we’ve never really seen him mad and all. ;) And yeah, I never really thought about the fact that they’re chasing after him right now, and not the other way around, that’s pretty funny actually. ;) *hugs*

itanaru:Thank you. I’m really glad you like it. Hope you’ll continue on reading.

satterb:Thanks for the review, I’m glad you liked it. Hope you liked the new chapter as well and will continue on reading. ;)

Dacedarrien:Hmm… I have no idea if your comment was genuine or sarcastic, but what I can tell you is that there will be a lot more angst.

ghia:Thank you! It makes me really happy to hear that. ;) And I’m sorry for not updating sooner but school has been a bigger bitch than usual lately. Hope you liked the chapter. *hugs*

BumbleBee:When I first read the review, I thought you were going to flame me. But then I

saw that it wasn’t like that at all, so breathed a little easier ;). Yeah, GaaHina isn’t very common, but I find it quite cute. Thank you for the sweet words! *hugs*

RandaLyn:*falls out of chair laughing* *chokes* *coughs* *continues laughing* Oh, God, I don’t even know where to begin. XD Yes, I found your cookie, it was a chocolate-chip and I enjoyed it immensely, even licking my fingers afterwards. I have also checked my mail, and so far there is no Barney porn in sight so I reckon you’re not too mad at the late update or perhaps you just wanted to spare me the emotional scarring. Either way, I apologize in the form of sending you a big furry pink box. And what does this box contain you might think? Well, let’s just say that once you open it you’ll be tempted to find the source of your wildest dreams/imagination/affection and use the contents on them till you are pleased with their sated state. Hope you like it ~_^. *glomps*By the way……I have officially developed a fear of hamsters…. Not pirate-costume-wearing ones though… XD

Laraine:Thank you, Sai was hard to portray but I’m glad you liked him. Hmm… unfortunately Itachi got hit in his jaw instead of the place where the sun doesn’t shine, but I hope you’re not too disappointed XD. Thanks for the review; I hope you liked this

chapter too.

Nikana:Thanks for the review and the tip! I guess you liked this chapter a bit then, considering they got some serious beating… And I hope you liked the structure better, I tried to make it more readable yet I’m not sure if it’s anything close to how you’d like it. If it’s not, then please try to explain a little more thoroughly, I’m kind of slow when it comes to things like that.

Disgruntled Minion:Hehe…well, if I would have continued then the chapter would have been over 28 pages, and I’m not sure you’d like to read that much in one sitting. And I also like to make the ending part really exciting so that the readers will hunger for more. XD I’m sorry for the late update, thank you so much for the review, I hope you liked this chapter too. Hey, that rhymed. XD

Mickii:Hehe…yeah, a lot of people hate the Uchihas right now and want nothing more than to see them suffer. I’m glad you liked it and I hope you liked this chapter too. Thanks for reviewing!

Simi:*blushes redder than the tomatoes Sasuke loves* Tack så hemskt mycket för den underbara kommentaren/recensionen. Det gör absolut ingenting att du läste kapitlet några dagar senare, det är inte något tvång på när eller hur eller i huvudtaget till och med. Så länge jag vet att ”ficen” är ok, så är jag nöjd. I could never tell that you were Swedish if you hadn’t written that little comment in our language, since your English-skills are phenomenal. You’re really good! *sulks in a corner* Anyway….thanks again, and I hope you liked this chapter too. *hugs*

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