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The Weasel's Cub	By : Macabre_Facsimile Category: Naruto > General Views: 13209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor any of its characters, nor do I make any form of profit from the franchise or this fic. I do, however, own a pretty dark mind with which I have created this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
This is now the longest chapter in the whole fic. Yay!
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Naruto’s mouth opened and closed multiple times as he tried to find his voice. After several attempts, he was finally able to croak out a single word, which carried terror and panic with it in a way that words rarely could.
“Itachi.”
The man’s mouth quirked upwards in what might have been a smirk. He was clearly amused to see the way Naruto fumbled with the little toy frog, placing the scroll into it and dropping it onto the stone behind him.
“It’s good to know that you remember my name.”
Through the paralyzing fear, the teen could feel a much more powerful emotion pushing to the surface of his mind. He slowly brought himself to his feet, raising his eyes to stare Itachi down – then immediately looked back towards the ground as he remembered what effects the sharingan could have on him.
“What are you doing here?” He asked calmly, keeping his face as blank as he could manage. But he couldn’t help the way he tensed up and grabbed a kunai as the Uchiha took a step forward.
“I have a better question for you, little cub.” The voice was deep and steady, exactly as he remembered it. “How is it that you are standing here in front of me, looking distinctly not pregnant?”
Naruto gasped as he realised that it had been more or less eight months since the incident – if he’d had a normal pregnancy, he’d be ready to drop by now!
No, he mustn’t let that show on his face. Much better to play the idiot, act like he had no idea. He would protect Haru to the end.
“P-pregnant!?” He exclaimed. “What the hell? I’m a guy, you idiot. Guys don’t have kids!”
“Do you truly believe that such a half-assed lie would work?”
The teen’s blood ran cold for a moment as he registered what Itachi said. But surely this was a bluff, right? He was just pretending to know more than he did in order to trip him up.
“It’s not a lie. You saw full well that I was a guy when you took my innocence, so don’t go telling me I’m lying about something so stupid!”
The man took another step forward, and Naruto settled himself into a fighting stance.
“I’m warning you, Uchiha.” He spat. “If you come any closer, I’ll lodge this kunai right in your throat.”
From the corner of his eye he could see him stop and cock his head to the side.
“Your voice is a single octave higher than it normally is.” He drawled. “It’s wavering and overly expressive, even for you. Your whole face morphed from shocked to protective when I mentioned pregnancy which, combined with your body language, tells me that you know full well about the pregnancy because you’re trying to protect your child.”
He pulled up his shoulders as a fresh wave of anger began to course through him. Curse this arrogant bastard, thinking he can stand there making totally accurate deductions about him!
“I’m going to find out one way or the other, so why not make it easier on all of us?”
Naruto took that moment to launch at the Uchiha, creating several clones beside him as he did. They all shouted in unison as they closed in on him, only to be quickly dispatched by well-placed punches and kicks. A second wave of twenty clones popped into existence, this time taking a more strategic route as half stood back in search of blind spots, stepping in when they thought they saw one. But yet again Itachi’s lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to reduce them to little more than wisps of smoke, revealing the real Naruto several paces back, staring fearfully at him.
He backed away slowly as the Uchiha advanced, clearly terrified by the turn of events. He was about to turn and run when his back hit a tree, rendering him trapped as a firm hand wrapped around his throat. He struggled for a moment, but his action was clearly futile as Itachi’s other hand moved to lift up his chin- only to find Naruto grinning as he held up an explosive tag.
The Uchiha was barely able to jump back several meters when the tag exploded, causing the Naruto he’d thought to be real to vanish in smoke. It didn’t take long for his sharingan eyes to pick up Naruto’s retreating chakra signature. He had run in the opposite direction to the village; obviously hoping to throw him off. Stupid.
The teen’s breath came in short puffs as he ran as fast as he could from his enemy. In his haste he’d not thought to check which way was the right way, and now he was just running in any old direction with the hopes that it would lead him back to the village.
A footprint in the mud caught Naruto’s eye, and he paused for a moment to study it. Now that he looked around himself, he could see that the area was very familiar, and in fact he must have been going in a circle!
He gazed around, trying to work out where he was. But wherever he looked, there was nothing that he could use to discern his location – in fact, there was nothing there at all other than trees and flowers, and a set of red eyes blending into the foliage…
‘Oh, shi-‘
The world around Naruto suddenly changed; the sky bleeding into crimson as everything around him was suddenly portrayed in a sort of inverted grayscale. His hands and legs were tightly bound to a tree, rendering him entirely helpless as Itachi appeared before him, suddenly seeming to be so much taller and more intimidating.
“This is arguably the most powerful genjutsu in the world.” The Uchiha stated, face blank as he studied the teen before him. “You are powerless to stop me in this world. Where a single second passes by in the real world, I can make time last for as long as I want.”
Had he the capacity, Naruto would probably have been trembling at the thought of what that would mean for him. An infinite amount of time with someone like Itachi Uchiha? He had to admit that he’d rather give up his dream of becoming hokage than let that happen.
“Fortunately for you, I have no need to stretch time so far for you.”
A small glimmer of hope ballooned within him, but it was rapidly quashed as he felt something invading his mind. It was hard to explain, but it was like a thought that didn’t belong to him was going through his head.
Itachi seemed to sense his confusion, as the weird feeling was suddenly retracted as he let out a smirk.
“Ah, you must be wondering what’s going on. Then let me show you.”
A screen appeared in front of Naruto, causing his eyes to widen as a horrible memory replayed in his mind.
All of a sudden the TV screen stopped, focusing on a certain image. Itachi. Naruto could see his teammate’s fist clenching, fingernails drawing blood as the TV continued… and a horribly familiar scene began to play.
The foreign thought returned, prying deeper into his mind this time around. The screen remained fuzzy, but Naruto knew full well that Itachi was searching his memories. He closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate. No doubt once the Uchiha found out about Haru, his usefulness would have come to an end. Itachi would kill him, and then he would go and find Haru and do whatever it was he was planning with him.
No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. Minato and Kushina were watching him, right? He had to prove both to himself and to his parents that he would never give up. Not until his last breath.
The teen searched within himself, trying to find the chakra that he so hated to use. He could feel the familiar pull of his mindscape, but when he tried to enter it he was snapped back into reality. It was almost exactly the same as how it felt to just be dropping off to sleep, and then suddenly being woken up again.
“Nice try.” Itachi chuckled lowly. “But it’s not going to happen.”
Not that it would have mattered, anyway – Itachi had already found the memory. Naruto could do little more than look on in dismay as the TV stuttered into focus, revealing the bright lights of Konoha’s hospital.
“There’s no way that baby is three months gone.” The statement, courtesy of Kakashi, seemed to be the same as what was on everyone else’s minds. “I saw Naruto’s stomach a month ago, and even then it seemed like he was seven, maybe eight months pregnant.”
“A guy can’t get pregnant, eh?”
“If you’re going to sit there and watch my memories like some kind of messed up movie then you can at least do me the courtesy of shutting the fuck up while you do it.”
The angry retort only seemed to further Itachi’s amusement as he moved the memories forward. It was only a few minutes later by the looks of things.
Before she could get anywhere near to Haru, Sakura found herself suddenly thrown to the floor, and a kunai was pointed at her face. Killing intent flooded the room as Kakashi leaned over her, his face devoid of emotion.
“I don’t care if you’re my student…” He whispered dangerously, terrifying the girl. “If you harm my godson, I won’t hesitate to slit your throat.”
The screen disappeared, suggesting that the Uchiha had clearly garnered all the information he needed from Naruto.
“Well since you’ve mostly played nice, I think it’s time I explain what I’m doing here, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh believe me, you will.”
Naruto couldn’t stop the fearful blush that crept up his cheeks, and he chose to stay silent lest the bastard find some other words to twist around on him. All of a sudden the crimson world faded, and the teen found himself laying flat on his stomach. Itachi was casually perched atop his back, holding on to a coil of ninja wire that he’d tied around his wrists, pulling them uncomfortably behind him.
“I had been hoping today that I would be able to come and induce labour, taking the kid for myself.” The Uchiha explained. “But since he’s obviously under the protection of the copycat, I think this time around I’ll just save myself the hassle and do it properly.”
As he spoke, Itachi allowed his true intentions to cross his mind. It had been a foolproof plan really, and yet he’d failed to factor in what was considerably the most important thing.
‘I wonder how strong Sasuke has gotten now…’ He thought to himself sadly. The younger Uchiha had always remained in the center of Itachi’s plans, because despite his despicable nature he truly did care for the boy he’d taken care of as a child.
If only he’d been able to hold out until Sasuke was powerful enough to challenge him for real. Perhaps if he’d been able to stave off this horrible illness, he would have been able to prevent this whole situation from taking place. But of course that plan had all gone to pot.
Itachi’s intention had been to take the child and raise it to unlock the potential even he himself had never been able to reach. By his estimations, given the genes of both the Uchiha prodigy and the son of the yondaime, it would have taken little more than a year or two to get this child to unlock and mature the sharingan. It would only have taken a well-constructed genjutsu showing an “attacker” which turns out to be himself dying to get the kid to unlock the mangekyou.
Once the kid achieved the mangekyou, he’d swap eyes with it and they’d both have eternal mangekyou sharingans. Then he’d be able to live until his destined fight with Sasuke, and the child could continue to grow into the legend that it would undoubtably become.
But of course, Naruto had to ruin that plan.
A rush of uncharacteristic anger coursed through Itachi, and he suddenly found his reservations about the actions he’d taken melting away. This whole situation is all Naruto’s own fault, after all.
Hmm. Perhaps he would take out his frustration on the teen before he got down to business. It had been eight months since the last time he’d had an opportunity to… enjoy himself after all, and he had to say that all this fighting had left him rather pent up.
“So… what, you’re going to force yourself on me and come back in a few months when I’m ready to drop again?” Naruto asked, breaking him from his malevolent musings. “That’s really going to work.”
The Uchiha stood up, attaching the coils of wire to a kunai and throwing it up into a nearby tree. It looped neatly around a branch, the momentum of the wire bringing it perfectly back for Itachi to catch. He pulled the wire tight, forcing Naruto up so that he was kneeling on the ground with his arms stretched above him, back arched painfully forwards.
“Yes, it is going to work.” He muttered. “What you don’t seem to understand, dear boy, is that no amount of protection is going to keep me from achieving my goals. I mean look at me now – I’m an SS-ranked missing-nin, and yet I was able to just stroll right into the village without anyone even noticing. Do you really think a few ANBU are going to stop me when I was capable of destroying the strongest clan in the village with nothing but my sword?”
His response left Naruto speechless as he realised that the man was right. It wouldn’t matter what he did, Itachi would find him and get his own way.
The Uchiha had taken his silence as an opportunity to untie his robe, revealing an erection that was straining to break free of its clothed confines. Naruto refused to look anywhere but at the ground as Itachi calmly lowered his pants, stepping out of them and casually kicking them to the side.
From the corner of his eye he could see him inching closer, jerking himself off as he closed the gap between them. Even just those movements brought waves of panic, the overflowing emotions fogging his brain and causing his pulse to race.
Suddenly Itachi’s hand snapped forwards, grasping his chin and wrenching it up until Naruto had no choice but to look at him. The man’s half-lidded eyes were surprisingly not red, but they still filled him with terror.
“If you bite me, I’ll kill you right where you kneel.” He drawled.
“Then who will you use for your sadistic plans?” Naruto replied, voice dripping with venom. But his statement had apparently been sensible as a glimmer of realisation sparked in the Uchiha’s eye.
“Good point.” He muttered. “Then how about this: If you bite me, I’ll put a genjutsu on you. I wonder… would your teammate be able to fight you off if you were to force yourself on her?”
What little blood remained in Naruto’s face drained away. “Y-you wouldn’t…”
“Wouldn’t I?” The sadistic smirk returned as Itachi began to jerk himself again off again. “I’m not above a little rape here and there, you know.”
He swallowed thickly but offered no response. The hand on his chin grew painfully tight, grasping his jaw tightly and forcing his mouth open slightly. But as the man’s cock began to near his face, he closed it with a snap and tried to shrug the hand off.
Itachi’s other hand moved to tightly pinch the teen’s nose, cutting off his oxygen. His lungs began to burn as he tried his hardest to keep his mouth shut, but eventually his body worked against him. As he gasped for air the Uchiha sensed an opportunity, widening his mouth with one hand and forcing himself into it with the other.
Naruto flailed around as the man thrust his rod down his throat, groaning as it flexed and squirmed around him. As his reflexes kicked in the blond began to wretch, the choked noise seeming to only arouse his attacker once more.
Itachi suddenly began to move, pulling himself out far enough that only the tip of his cock remained before thrusting violently back in. The sudden movement caused Naruto to yell in pain, the vibrations sending tremors of pleasure into his enemy.
The man continued to thrust into the defenceless teen, setting a similar devastating pace to the one he set last time. He placed a hand on either side of Naruto’s head, grasping tightly onto his blond locks. Every time he rammed his hips forwards he would pull backwards, forcing the teen’s head to crash into his hips with damaging force.
A sliver of blood had begun to flow from Naruto’s nose, mixing with the tears streaming down his face, but Itachi was so lost in his passion that he couldn’t find it within him to care. His movements were gradually becoming more and more frantic as he picked up in speed, each thrust bringing him closer to climax.
Naruto closed his eyes, praying for it to be over soon. He knew what was going to come, but right now even that seemed to pale in comparison to the hell that Itachi was currently putting him through. At least that gave him pleasure, perverse and wrong as that pleasure was.
All of a sudden the obstruction was removed, and sweet air flowed into his lungs once more. The teen flinched as several spurts of something hit his face, running down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground below him. Above him he could hear Itachi grunting in pleasure, and he realised just what it was that was coating every inch of his face.
The urge to vomit began to rise within him as the smell of semen hit his nose, combining with the horrible taste within his mouth. Naruto did his best to ignore it as he opened his eyes, shaking his head slightly to stop the horrible liquid from getting in them, and cast a fierce glare at the Uchiha standing over him.
To his utter horror, he caught sight of Itachi’s rod hardening once more, and he suddenly remembered what was about to happen next. Fresh tears streamed down his face, carving tracks in the cum that littered it.
“P-please don’t do this…” He begged, all of his previous bravado melting away. “Please, I… I can’t take another one…”
The man simply laughed, pulling the teen’s jacket and shirt up over his head, leaving them wrapped around his outstretched wrists. With another tug on the wire Naruto was forced into a standing position, but his legs refused to support his weight. He hung limply, entirely uncaring about the strain that was being put on his arms as his eyes became glassy and unfocused.
‘There’s no escape. He’s going to force me again.’
A numbness began to creep up Naruto’s body as he stared into space, dissociating as far as he could from the situation. It was as though he was an inhabitant in someone else’s body, watching through their eyes but not feeling anything.
‘What’s the point in bothering anymore?’
The thought popped into his head, but it floated away before he could focus properly on it. He didn’t even bother to flinch as a hand began to roam up and down his back, nails raking little red lines into his skin. Itachi caught him in a kind of backwards embrace, hands snaking towards his abdomen in what was probably supposed to be a seductive massage of sorts.
But Naruto couldn’t find it within himself to care.
‘It doesn’t matter what I try to do. I’m always going to fail.’
The heat at his back vanished, the hands snatched away from him. Oh well. From the corner of his eye he could see two shapes moving around, but his eyes wouldn’t focus on what or who they were. Naruto felt as though he was suspended in water, completely drained of energy… and yet he wasn’t drowning. He was calm. Too calm.
The two shapes became one.
All of a sudden his bonds ceased to exist and he fell down in a boneless heap. But before he could hit the ground, a pair of arms caught him into another embrace. A face appeared before him, swimming slowly into focus.
Sharingan.
He blinked once. Twice. A few strands of silver hair were thrust into focus, and the teen allowed himself to sigh as he realised who it was.
“Kakashi…”
His voice was raspy and painful thanks to what had just happened. The man procured a cloth from somewhere, gently wiping away the semen and blood. He was careful and methodical, more as if he was caressing Naruto than cleaning him.
“I’m so sorry, Naruto.” He mumbled sadly. “I should have gotten here sooner.”
His eyes slid out of focus once more, but his mind was beginning to clear. If Kakashi was here, then that must mean that Itachi was not.
“Y-you saved me from… from the jutsu though.” He replied. “That’s already enough.”
The jounin let out a small huff which might have been a sigh, but didn’t respond. A thought struck Naruto out of the blue, and he gasped and tried to sit up. Kakashi placed a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to stay where he was.
“Your wrists have been rubbed raw, Naruto.” He told him. “I want you to stay still for now, at least until I can dress them.”
“But… the frog…” The teen whimpered. He’d left the little plush toy on the memorial when he’d run away from Itachi, hoping to draw him away from it. It wouldn’t have done any good for him to have found that scroll.
Kakashi straightened slightly, reaching back and pulling the frog from where he’d placed it in his pouch. Relief coursed through him as his eyes focused on it, and he suddenly felt a lot more conscious.
“Oh, you’ve got it. I’m glad.” He sighed happily. “Anyway… how did you find me? I thought you were taking care of Haru.”
The jounin hesitated for a moment, and Naruto couldn’t help the spike of concern that began to grow within him.
“Well, about that…”
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[Earlier]
Once they’d both eaten, Kakashi had decided to take Haru out for a stroll. The shock over Naruto seeing his face had finally subsided, and it felt strangely comforting to know that the teen had acted so… positively.
“Hatake.”
The hokage’s voice rang out across the street, and he looked up to see the Senju waving to him from the window of the hokage tower.
“Hokage-sama.” He greeted.
“Come up here for a second.” She continued. “Let me check the brat out while I have some free time.”
The jounin raised an eyebrow but obliged, grasping Haru tightly to him and leaping up to the window. He nodded his greetings to Shizune and Sakura as he stepped through, both of whom were stood at the hokage’s desk and clearly practicing something.
“You couldn’t have just used the door?” Tsunade muttered, taking Haru into her arms and rocking him gently. For some reason he seemed to be rather restless today, which was pretty unusual for him.
“Well you know, if I went through the reception I would have had to deal with the receptionist.” Kakashi replied. “Not to mention it’s rather a lot faster to just hop up to you.”
He turned to Shizune and Sakura as Tsunade took care of his godson, choosing to take an interest in what they were doing. On the desk there was a scroll laid out with a fish on top of it, and the two of them were taking turns using healing chakra on them.
“We’re stimulating their organs to resuscitate them.” Shizune explained when she noticed Kakashi watching. “I already know all this of course, but Tsunade-sama thought it prudent for me to practice alongside Sakura.”
The jounin walked over to the scroll, casually adding some healing chakra of his own.
“I know this training technique. It’s one of the few medical techniques taught to ANBU operatives.” He remarked. “I was never very good myself, since the sharingan tends to mess with my control from time to time, but I knew enough.”
Shizune seemed intrigued by this. “Tsunade did mention that the ANBU corps had listened to some of her suggestions there. How much training did you get?”
“Well I personally got as far as basic first aid, but I know some colleagues that excelled in the medical side of things who were given paid leave to study as full-trained medics.”
He was about to continue when Sakura piped up, having finished her turn working on healing the fish.
“I didn’t know you were in ANBU, sensei.” She stated, turning to him curiously.
‘Why am I being so open today?’ He thought to himself in shock ‘Did accidentally showing Naruto my face really have that much of an effect?’
The jounin contemplated this revelation for a few moments, but a cleared throat on Sakura’s behalf pulled him out of his thoughts as he realised she was probably waiting for an answer.
“Well-“
“Kakashi.”
He might have been relieved for the sudden distraction, but there was an edge to Tsunade’s voice that he really didn’t like. She’d said his name with a sense of tense urgency, and coming from someone of her calibre that was enough to set numerous alarm bells ringing in his head.
“What’s going on?” He asked simply, immediately straightening up and switching from ‘Bored guy’ to ‘Alert shinobi’ with dizzying speed. He walked back over to where the Senju had been weighing Haru, only to stop in his tracks as he spotted the boy’s face.
There was an expression of absolute terror staring back at him, which on its own would have been enough cause for concern. Babies weren’t supposed to look so fearful.
But that was nothing compared to the shock Kakashi felt when he found himself looking at a pair of freshly awakened sharingan.
Almost without thinking the jounin pulled up his headband. Two sharingan locked onto one as he connected his doujutsu to Haru’s, bringing forth a vision.
A dark rock, almost black in colour. A multitude of names were carved into it, several of which he recognised. The memorial stone… He’d carved a few of those names himself.
A blur of motion, as though he was looking through someone’s eyes and they’d just turned around. A familiar glimpse of sunset orange.
A black cloak with red clouds. Black hair and red sharingan eyes.
Kakashi turned away, a panicked look forming on his face. Before Tsunade or anyone else could say anything, he leaped straight back towards the window he’d entered through.
“Naruto’s in trouble.” He told the hokage. “Take care of Haru for me. I’ll be back.”
With that, he jumped down to the roof below and began to sprint for the memorial stone.
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“When I got there I found the frog and tracked your chakra to here. But by then he’d already… you know.”
Naruto didn’t respond for a long while, clearly struggling to comprehend what he’d been told.
“So… you’re telling me that Haru has the sharingan, and not only that but he can read and see my thoughts?” He asked eventually.
“More or less, that’s what it’s looking like.”
“Right… I see…”
The teen’s eyes glazed over once more as all the new information and emotion he’d experienced in the past hour threatened to tip him over the edge.
“Can… can we go home please?” Naruto muttered. “I need time, I need… to think.”
“Of course.”
The blond remained silent as Kakashi gathered him up into his arms and carried him back to the house. It wasn’t a long walk from where they were situated, but it was still long enough that the silence had begun to get a little uncomfortable given everything that had happened lately.
“Do you want me to stay, or are you okay with me getting Haru? I can send a clone if you need me to.” He asked simply once they’d arrived. “If you need to talk about today…”
“No, I’ll be okay.” Naruto answered. “I just need some time… to think.”
The jounin sighed softly, but he knew that there was little point trying to argue.
“Just… talk to someone about it, please. It doesn’t have to be me.” His eye showed visible concern as he spoke – not that Naruto would have noticed as he was currently curled up on his bed. “Believe me, I’ve been in that situation where I keep bottling up all my feelings. It never helps to hide it all away.”
Taken by a sudden urge, Kakashi leaned down and brought Naruto into an awkward hug. The teen remained frozen at the sudden contact, completely shocked by the fact that this was Kakashi who’d just initiated a show of intimacy. But eventually he warmed into it, wrapping his arms around the man and closing his eyes for a moment.
When they finally broke the embrace, Naruto had begun to feel just a little bit better about the whole situation. He still felt like he needed a long time to think about everything, but at least he could think a little more comfortably.
“Uhm, could you pass me the frog for a second please?” The blond asked tentatively.
Kakashi immediately obliged, pulling it back from the pouch and holding it out to him. But instead of taking it, the teen simply channelled some chakra to his fingertips and used it to pop the little scroll open. He pushed the frog back towards Kakashi and turned it so that he could see the now open scroll compartment.
“I came across it during my walk.” He explained. “Just read it when you get a chance, and make sure they both stay safe please.”
The jounin was confused, but gave his assent nonetheless. He would retire to his room for a while to read it before he went to get Haru, he decided. At least then he could be around for a little while longer just in case Naruto wanted to talk after all.
He muttered a gentle goodbye to the blond, closing his door and making a mental note to check in on him later before settling down to read the scroll.
It was as though the man himself was speaking to him. Every word he read, he could just imagine his sensei saying it out loud. It filled him with a strange combination of affection and grief as he read and re-read every word, feeling as though he was holding a little piece of Minato right in front of him.
‘Every day my affection for him grows.’ He thought to himself, looking up to the ceiling as though expecting his teacher to appear. ‘If you knew of my feelings, would you give me your blessing?’
In that exact moment the sunshine streaming through his window was caught on the tri-pronged kunai he’d hung on his wall, projecting a flash of bright yellow light right into the jounin’s eye. Kakashi allowed himself a smile as he moved out of the way of the bright light, highly amused by the irony of the situation.
‘A yellow flash, just as I asked the yellow flash himself for his blessing.’ He mused. ‘Perhaps you’re watching over us, after all.’
His eye turned to the scroll once more, and he re-read the final line.
PS: If you happen to meet Kakashi, see if you can get a glimpse of his face. Even with the hiraishin I could never seem to catch him off-guard!
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So Itachi isn’t as much of a bad person as he seems. He’s still a bad person, obviously, but at least his plans have his brother’s ‘disappointment’ in mind.
…right?
Nope, it still just doesn’t make it acceptable. But at least now you can see just why he did what he did.
I actually have an interesting one-shot alternate ending to the scene with Itachi, but I didn’t write it here because it wouldn’t work with the plot. Let’s see… if I get fifteen new reviews by the time I’ve written the one-shot, I’ll post it in a separate story upload. Does that sound fair?
Also you might have noticed that Itachi already knows about Naruto’s heritage. That’s because he was a pretty high-ranking guy back before the massacre, not to mention he was a partner of Kakashi’s. It would make sense that he knows something like that.
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