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Clarity

BeppuOokami

It came to him in a startling moment of clarity.

Sasuke didn't deserve the caring that others had heaped upon him. He didn't deserve his fangirls, he didn't deserve Sakura's love, and he sure as hell didn't deserve Naruto's friendship, let alone his brotherly love.

In that moment Naruto realized exactly what Sasuke was; a fool, and now a missing-nin. With this revelation Naruto's duty to his village also crystallized. If Sasuke had not been taken against his will, and if he did not wish to return willingly to the village then Naruto take on the role of a hunter-nin and dispose of the body, so that no secrets of Konoha could be discovered or stolen from the body of one Uchiha Sasuke.

The Sharingan was a very closely guarded secret of Konoha, only one missing-nin having ever escaped the eyes of it's brethren clan members.

Despite being treated so poorly by the trash that called themselves human in the village of Konoha, his first duty was still to protect the citizens of Konoha, and that meant that he must keep the secrets of Konoha just that, secrets.

It would take him a long time to figure out that his hand moved purposefully, lowering itself and the rasengan that it held, not towards Sasuke's headband, but a few inches lower, to eye level.

So secure in his knowledge that the dobe could, and would not defeat him, Sasuke had thrown his all into a suicide attack, though he would hardly call it so.

As his chidori plunged into Naruto's chest, an unfortunate, but repairable effect, Naruto's rasengan rammed into the right side of Sasuke's face, eating into it and absolutely destroying the left Sharingan eye of Sasuke's as well as the skull and any grey matter behind it.

While the attack may have been short and brutal, it served its intended purpose for both boys. Sasuke had severed a connection to Naruto, and Naruto had ended the threat to his village should the Sharingan escape it. The attack, heedless of any input from Naruto, crashed into the side of the mountain wall that composed the Valley of the End, enmeshing the last of the Uchiha's with the earth itself, perhaps the only form of burial the boy would be provided.

In a moment of battle field clarity Naruto realized that this may be the final brick in his tomb as far as the village was concerned, and that he must act quickly unless he wished his friends to find him with his arm thrust through the head of the last Uchiha that might hold any sort of loyalty to Konoha.. Trusting in the disturbingly powerful regeneration of the Kyuubi as well as his own in-born stamina, he set his thumb to the edge of his own eye, and with only a moment's hesitation, drove it backwards and popped his own eyeball out of the socket. Doing the same to the remaining Sharingan eye, he removed it and pushed it into his own eye-socket.

"You know what do Furball, make it work"

"You seem to think that I'll allow this travesty, although It would be nice to have this small piece of my power returned, and you'll likely bitch if I don't. Not to mention the fact that if I don't repair your eye you'll either bleed out or be killed by the villager's since you're half blind at the moment."

"I know that damnit, that's why I need this. If I don't bring back a Sharingan, one way or another, even Baa-chan won't be able to save me from the villagers, and I don't have to remind you, if I die, I won't be going alone …"

"That remains to be seen, but does seem to be the logical outcome. Fine, I'll help, but I want partial control over it. I want to be able to see the outside world again. 13 years is too long to be denied sensation and to be locked away in this shit-hole. I'm tired of it."

"NO WAY you orange jack-ass, I'm not letting you have any control over me!"

"Fine then, die for all I care, who knows, since we haven't fully integrated yet maybe it will let loose at least a portion of my conscience and power, maybe I'll be free to go regain my full power, and in time, return to that RATS NEST you call a village and finish the job I started, finish my revenge against you pitiful apes."

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"Fine, I'll let you look out of it, but that's it for now. If you're good maybe I'll let you do more, but for now, that's it. Now heal this before I die of blood-loss and this conversation becomes pointless."

"Done."

As Naruto felt the echo of the nine-tails exultant cry he was floored by the pain he felt. The Kyuubi, in true kitsune manner, had twisted the wording of his promise. Since the Sharingan was already a portion of his own power, it was child's play to reabsorb it. The tricky part came with using his connection to his container to alters the boy's DNA so that the eye was not only something to look out of, but actually part of Naruto. The pain was immense, and perhaps the only thing that had saved him from blood loss was the fact that his heart was so damaged that it could not properly beat. Though Naruto didn't know it, he had gained not only a powerful new eye, but a bloodline to call his own.

As Naruto eventually passed out from the pain of having his DNA restructured and having his lung and heart repaired, he missed the fox in his belly slowly start to chuckle, which built into a full blown batch of evil laughter.

"The gaki doesn't know what he's gotten himself into, now that I've altered that all-seeing eye of his. At least I'll finally be able to see something interesting, water dripping does tend to get boring after awhile."

Somewhat tired from his exertions of healing the critically wounded boy and noting that there would be nothing interesting happening until his host woke up, the fox rolled over onto one side, allowing his tongue to loll out in his amusement at the situation.

"Well, at least I won't be bored for too much longer."

Authors notes:

All right guys and girls. This is my first attempt at fan fiction of any kind, so please be gentle. I would like feedback so a review would be awesome. I'm hoping to go on to write a real book at some point in the future here, but I know I need a lot of work before that can happen. Thanks for reading, constructive criticisms will be used to improve my writing, flames will keep my house heated.