COMING HOME

CHAPTER ONE - WHY DO I DO WHAT I DO?

BY VANYA ATMA

AN: I do not own Naruto. And yes, yes this chapter does have a sexual scene. Read at own risk. 18+.


Toes flickered against roof tops, touching shingles for a sliver of a moment before they shot off to the next. Breath whispered out from between clenched teeth while blood rushed like a storm through tingling ears. The flags on either side of my hips whipped in the wind as I pushed myself for more speed. I could not get caught, I would not.

A strong chakra signal pulsed like a beacon in the hot afternoon, the user unable to cloak their power as they too used the house tops like roads. Their presence was drawing closer, a wolf on the hunt for their prey.

I should stop and confront them. They were too fast, whoever it was that had caught my scent. Catch them off gua...

Body jerking to the side, my arms and legs both comically wanted to stay in place, twisting my spine in such a way that I felt something crack. [I'd feel that in the morning.] I was falling, the side of a lovely home flashing before my eyes. [Someone had me. And not the one who had been on my tail.] Strong hands gripped my hips, I could feel their warmth even through my spandex pants. The other person was falling with me, I couldn't make out who it was though because my sight had been stolen by a plethora of thick black hair.

In fact the hair was drowning me. "I can't breath." But before the other person could reply we landed, the ground coming up fast and shocking my joints. Luckily, the nin took most of the impact as we landed and I managed to keep my feet sturdy under me. A black cloak rippled in the wind, brushing against my arms and bringing with it the scent of pine smoke.

"Look lady, I need to breath!" I exclaimed, clawing at the hair like it was tentacles from an octopus. Spitting out a few lose strands I finally looked up at who had almost drowned me.

"O great hokage..." I whispered, eyes widening into dinner plates. Not that the Hokage was really in front of me. No, the man, yes man, who stood in front of me was non other than Itachi Uchiha. What was he doing playing a game of capture the flag? Like a beaten puppy I staggered back from his lean frame, feet almost tripping over the small pebbles that littered the ground.

At some point my jaw had dropped, I knew it because Itachi's coal black eyes were looking into my gaping mouth. What was he a dentist now?

"No. I'm just here for one thing, and one thing only." Itachi's reply made me realize I'd said what I had thought to myself, out loud.

An apology was on my lips when something pink caught my vision. My hands reached down to my hips, feeling for the flags, the one on my left side was MIA. The bastard had one of my flags!

"You commandeered another!" A voice boomed, drawing my mouth closed and eyes up. Standing on the ledge of the house above us was Kisame, his blue scales reflecting the cloudless sky. In one bounding leap he jumped from the ledge and with a lot less grace than Itachi, landed right next to the devil incarnate.

"I should have known the two of you would work together and cheat." My accusation was followed with me pointing a finger at Itachi. The initial surprise of finding him competing in the competition gone, then again if he was anything like his brother competition was his middle name. Now that I was looking I found that he even wore the two flags like the rest of the competitors were supposed to, though they were inside his cloak.

"Aww come on now." Kisame said, flashing brilliant white teeth. "You gotta give us some kind of credit here."

"The only credit I'm going to give you two is that of you both losing!" Without warning I dashed into Itachi, my right hand aimed for the crimson flag at his left hip. Steel like fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing to just the point of pain. I knew he wasn't using any chakra, in this game we were only supposed to use the lowest levels of our reserves, but even without him using chakra he was just so damn strong.

"No." Was all that Itachi said, sounding much like one would when the dog was begging for your scraps at the dinner table.

"That's not fair..." I couldn't hide the small smile that I angled down at the ground. I was such a good actress, really I should be hired. It didn't matter that I didn't get the flag because Kisame was already a mile away with a crimson flag and eating up ground quickly.

"Really Itachi, I think you're growing too old for games." I did lift my head up then so that his fathomless eyes could take a good look at the devilish smirk before I exploded into a cloud of nothing but smoke.


"The first annual Capture the Flag has officially ended!" Anko yelled at the gathered crowd in her no nonsense voice.

"I had a lot of flags to tally up." This comment was followed by a glare, seeming as how we were all supposed to be ninja. Those who had had their flags taken had done something horribly wrong in her eyes.

That same smirk that I'd given Itachi still marked my features, both my pink flags were tucked safely in my pocket now. Itachi had fallen all too easily to my Shadow Clone and then I'd come in disguised as Kisame to steal his flag. The plan had been rather easy to concoct, I'd already managed to steal seven flags by the time I'd caught wind of Itachi doing his own dirty work. The surprise of seeing him play the game had still been there, but my competitive streak had risen. I'd wanted a flag from the best, the very best.

"In third place," Anko's infamous glare was still penetrating those closest to her stand. "Naruto Uzumaki."

My best friend jumped clear into the air, hollering and throwing his arms up, not caring that he hadn't been in first place, just caring that he'd had fun at all.

"Second place," As she spoke my eyes drew over the crowd, a smile still lingered on my lips but it quickly died as two things happened at once. Anko announced the second place winner and I caught sight of the long hair that had almost drowned my clone.

"Itachi Uchiha." Itachi Uchiha. I didn't have to be a profit to know he'd seek revenge for the nasty plot I'd launched on him at a later date.

I didn't even know my name had been called out in first place till Ino hugged me warmly because in that moment blood red eyes grasped onto my own grass green.


"No Ino, you don't understand!" I exclaimed throwing another arm load of clothes into a sac. "You didn't see the look he gave me when they called my name for first place!"

Ino lounged on a grey couch in the corner of my room, the couch had seen better days and she was currently sinking into the old thing, if I squinted my eyes and looked hard enough it was like the grey thing was trying it's best to eat her voluptuous frame. She was chuckling softly at my expense

"Those Uchiha's need a knocking down from their throne every once and a while anyways." Her long arms were stretched over her blond locks, blue tipped finger nails tapping against my pink walls.

I gave her the evil eye. "You're dating one." And that was simply the reason why we got along so well. Sasuke and Ino had become a thing just a few months ago. We'd made our pact back when we were kids but her feelings had still been there for the Uchiha, even after the war, even after everything Sasuke had done. And so I'd told her one last time that she could have the boy who'd turned into a man.

"And sleeping with him." She cackled, catching the pillow I threw at her. "I don't understand though, just because you got this creepy vibe from Itachi doesn't mean you should be packing up your entire house."

I shoved another hand full of underwear into the sac, making sure to push with only half my strength so that I could add a few more thing but not completely smash my belongings. "It's Itachi Uchiha!" I yelped, walking into my bathroom to grab some feminine things I'd need for the next year I'd be gone. "He's the all mighty ruler of the Uchiha clan, wielder of the Mangekyo Sharingan, Anbu Captain and when he has a grudge against you..."

I could have continued too had Ino not grabbed my shoulders forcing me to look into her amber eyes. "And he's just as human as you or I."

"But...But..."

"You need to get out, Naruto has been working you too hard." She said with a shake of her head. "I'm going to get you so drunk tonight and you're going to like it."


It wasn't even midnight and I was smashed. I'd spent years with Tsunade but her pension for drinking was not something I'd picked up.

I smiled like a mad man, my legs thrown over Ino's lap on a bench watching Naruto and Sasuke banter like normal. Ino had me in a pair of black leggings and a soft pink shirt that showed off my belly when I stood. Not surprisingly I barely cared how much skin I exposed now that the drink had me in it's grasp. She'd tried to fit me into something even more risque but when I was sober I made better choices.

Even drunk the feeling of being home came to me watching those two. It had been two years since Sasuke had walked back into Konoha but most of the time it still seemed surreal.

The Fourth War had come and gone, lives had been lost, graves had been dug but at least Konoha was still standing and Naruto's dream had come true. He sat as Hokage. The little orange hair boy was better than any of us could have ever imagined for Konoha, our home thrived and prospered like no other under the man that Naruto had become.

"You're nnnot stronnngerrr thannn me!" Naruto complained, slurring his words and glaring daggers at Sasuke.

"I'm not going to fight about this with you." Sasuke replied, he held his liquor just a bit better than Naruto. Crossing his arms he turned on the bench to face his girlfriend. "Because I am and that's the end of it."

"I'm going to..." Naruto would have continued had Hinata not wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her chin on the top of his shoulder.

"You're the strongest man to me." Hinata stated, her low voice almost drowning in the blairing sounds of the other patrons in the bar.

"Hinata!" Naruto exclaimed, dragging his girlfriend down till she was thoroughly planted on his lap. The kisses that he lavished on her cheeks and lips made me want to throw up, or that could have been the copious amounts of alcohol I'd consumed. Hinatas face flamed a beat red as she half-heartedly swatted at Naruto's grabby hands. public affection made her uncomfortable but I also knew that she secretly enjoyed it.

Their relationship was no surprise, Hinata had loved Naruto since they were knee high to a grasshopper and once Naruto had gotten out of his own head he'd realized the same. Now that they were together they were like two peas in a pod, Naruto encouraging the strong woman that Hinata was and Hinata calming the beast within Naruto.

"Another round!" Ino called, beckoning the waitress over.

I shook my head vigorously. "I can't" My words were slushed. I was slushed. Who was I kidding? Even my toes were slushed.

"Sure you can, we are celebrating! There is always room for more when there is a celebration to be had." Ino stated so seriously that I could only agree.

[Wait...] "What are we even celebrating?" Though is came out more like whav are we ven brating?

Hugging me close Ino whisper yelled. "Your win today of course! You'll have to tell me how you did it, I mean Itachi was even playing!"

A groan escaped at the sound of his name, his name should be thall who shalt not be named. I had to snuggle my head into her arm for comfort. Ino was wearing some kind of fancy wrap around shirt that left her shoulders and back bare, her skin was cool even with the packed bar and it's bad air flow.

Before I knew it a row of seven shots were laid out before us, each tiny cup holding more chaos than the sun imploding. Ok maybe not that much but still.

The words that I'd stated earlier, about being done with alcohol was a lie because I snagged one of the amber filled glasses and raised it to the air. Only a few drops were lost, for the homies I swear.

"To Sakura!" The sharp tang of cinnamon met the tip of my tongue and my throat felt as though it was about to have the first bit of water it had seen in seven days when the glass was suddenly missing from my fingers. My fingers did a kind of crab claw thing, where they opened and closed half a dozen times.

When the glass didn't return I blinked a good few times."What in the..." I said, letting my head fall back to look up. A pair of bloody eyes met mine, dark eyebrows arched high.

"Hello brother." Sasuke's smooth voice greeted, draining all color from my face, which was pretty impressive seeming as how I was flushed from alcohol and the heat.

Itachi was still looking into my eyes as he spoke. "Thank you for the invitation Ino." Slowly or at least it seemed like a year to me, Itachi brought the small cup to his smirking lips, knocking it back in one fell swallow.

Jerking back up and stealing my legs from Ino I sat rod strait, blood rushing so quickly to my cheeks that it hurt. "I uh, forgot er the water running in my closet." iuh ferge rhe watah runin inmy clozit.

Ino snickered beside, her hand coming up to pat me on the back. Naruto burst out. "Omy Sakura! We have to go fix that right now! Let's go before your house floods!" [Really he was better than he used to be.]

Ahh, the lovable Naruto, add some tequila, lime and salt and you got something unique that was for sure.

"Don't you worry Sakura I turned that off before we left." The she devils arm was wrapped around my shoulder again, drawing me close. I thought it was meant to comfort me but her true intentions were revealed a moment later when a warm body stole the end of the bench on my other side. A weird mixture of alcohol bubbles and tension twisted my stomach and I was sure that my face showed what I was feeling inside because Hinata was looking at me with some expression close to pity.

But then a second figure joined our table, taking up the remaining seating next to Naruto and Hinata. Kisame grinned at everyone, his head hovering over us. "Now the fun can begin." The cup was tiny in his fingers as he threw it down his throat, cup and all.

Over the next hour I sobered, [not that I had wanted to]. What I wanted was to drown myself with Sake so that I didn't have to think about the man who sat next to me. Every time I tried to snag a drink that Ino ordered it would mysteriously disappear. The first few I'd thought I'd drank and simply didn't remember but after the fourth ended up empty I knew I was being fooled. The fifth one that I grabbed I made sure to hold onto, not that it mattered though, for my alcohol grabber stole it right out of my hand with that aggravating smirk of his. When it got to the point that I realized Itachi wasn't going to let me drink anymore that night I huffed out a sigh and stood.

"Sakura! Where are you going?" Naruto bellowed out, toying with Hinatas long dark hair. He was where I wanted to be on the alcohol poisoning scale.

My legs wobbled as I fought my way over the bench, careful not to touch Itachi as I did so. My butt didn't rub against he who shall not be named's shoulder at all, nope. "I'm going to pee Naruto, would you like to hold my hand or something?" My comment came out with more venom than I meant. Luckily Naruto was already distracted by Hinata.

I bypassed the bathrooms and made my way to the bar, which was surrounded by people. Saturday nights in a hidden village tended to fill any bar and this was one of the nicer ones. Not caring who I cut my way through I elbowed to the bar, demanding a shot the moment I touched the wooden bar top.

As if the bartender knew of the night my celebration had turned into he didn't bother asking me what I wanted, just poured one and slid it down my way. My tongue salivated in anticipation. Fingers shaking from excitement I brought it to my lips. But for the bazillionth time that night it was stolen.

I was sure I could have burned down the building with the glare that I set on Itachi. "I'm sobering because of you and that is not the plan."

"It's my plan." He stated simply, clacking the empty glass back down to the bar top.

Eyes blinking rapidly, I found my eyebrows raising. "You don't have any control over me."

His tongue flicked out, savoring the last drop of alcohol on his lips. "Clearly I do."

And that burning hatred for him bubbled in my stomach. I didn't hate this man for the massacre of his entire family, no the reason behind that had been revealed years ago. I didn't hate this man because of his arrogance or power. It didn't matter to me that he had so much pride he came off as cruel most of the time. No that didn't matter to me. What mattered was the alcohol that was inside of him that was supposed to be in me.

Releasing a harsh sigh I ripped myself from the crowd, I had to throw a few more elbows but soon made it to the door. I was leaving my drunk friends behind but I wouldn't make good company right then anyways. I'd probably ruin their buz with the amount of negativity I wanted to point their, way especially at Ino. She would always be a trouble maker.

The night air felt amazing against my hot skin as I walked down the street towards my home. No one was out, it was too late. But I could feel one person following me.

"Why are you following me?" I huffed out, not stopping in my walk of shame.

"I'm making sure you get home safe." He said it as if it should have been obvious. And it was, but that didn't mean he had the right to. Satan wasn't supposed to be nice like that was he?

"I don't want you to." I replied glumly, arms hanging loosely at my side. I was sure I smelt quite ripe from the bar, between my sweaty body, other sweaty bodies, cigarette smoke and who knew what else. A hot bath was in order the moment I got home.

"We don't always get what we want." His dark voice slid next to me as he came into step.

It was harder than it should have been to hold back the pout that I wanted to let out.

Fifteen minutes later I was in my kitchen and bent over ruffling through my fridge. I'd downed a healthy portion of bar food but the week old egg rolls in the back of my fridge were beckoning me.

"It's so small." He stated blandly, his voice coming from behind me. The egg rolls fell to the floor as I jumped at the sound of his voice. Should have locked the door... You really think a lock could have kept Itachi out?

"Yea well, so is your dick." The words were out of my mouth before I even thought about them, making me slap a hand to my mouth.

He was silent, so silent that I hoped he had disappeared into thin air. But he was still in my home, standing with his arms crossed.

I smiled slowly, the remorse for my fallen egg rolls gone, in it's place was pure fear of the repercussions. When nothing happened for a full seven heart beats I slowly turned back to the fridge, I had to so something.

My eyes kept dashing from the jar of empty pickles to the half full bottle of white wine. Jar, wine, jar, wine, jar, win.

Wine it was. I'd really look crazy with a jar of pickles without the pickles.

Now to find the wine opener. I was trying everything in my power to ignore Itachi, hoping to all hope that he would disappear into thin air. He could do that right?

I'd left six drawers open in my search for a wine opener and I was working on my eight drawer when the bottle was grabbed from my arms, I clung onto it like a koala bear.

"Hey!" I turned with the bottle till I came face to chest with Itachi. The fact that this was the first time I bothered to look at what he was wearing, which was a deep grey shirt half covered by the obsidian cloak, quickly died when he presented a Kunai in his right hand with nothing but a flick of his wrist. I had a moment to think I'm too young to die before in one smooth motion Itachi managed to uncork the wine bottle with the weapon.

My mouth did a weird fish thingy where it opened and closed as Itachi pressed his body into mine. The scent of smoke met my nose as I tilted my head back to watch as he grabbed one of the two wine glasses I kept hanging above my stove.

Still not quite believing I'd dodged death I let Itachi tilt the bottle in my hand till the glass was half full with the sweet white liquid. He was dangerously close, his body heat radiating off of him, his cloak wrapping around me like a cocoon.

"I'm not apologizing." I stumbled out through a half numb tongue as Itachi placed the mostly empty wine bottle on the counter.

"For what?" He asked smoothly, strong features emotionless.

I felt my left eye twitch. If he wanted to play this game I was all for it. "For claiming you had a small penis."

If there was one thing Ino always managed to brag about, it was how entertained in bed she was. I really hadn't wanted to know, but she'd reassured me that Sasuke didn't just have a big ego. In the medical field you found that you could treat siblings similarly because they tended to have the same problems or weaknesses. The same was true about strengths, such as the brothers sharing the Sharingan and it was safe to assume both would have about the same sized...

My thoughts abruptly stopped with the movement of Itachi, there was nothing special about it had there not been one little fact, his hands were on the buckle of his pants. We were so close that I had to dip my head slightly to watch, and I was ashamed to admit that I couldn't tear my eyes away. With deft fingers the black buckle of his pants slipped, hanging limp. The button of his black pants came next, though only one hand was needed to snap it open, for the other had bunched up the dark grey shirt just a bit, my eyes grew wide at the site of the smooth triangle of pale skin.

Did Itachi shave? I bit my bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth.

It was the sharp sound of the zipper being brought down that snapped me back to reality. "Omygod! What are you doing!" I screamed throwing my hands out and snapping my eyes shut.

"Sakura." Itachi's deep voice rumbled out, making me pop open one eye. Yup, my hands had stopped his, only they were... grasping... something... quite... inappropriately.

"Gah!" With the yelp I shoved myself away, only it didn't work out as planned for I ended up on my ass on the floor.

This was a nightmare, I was in some kind of nightmare, I decided as the dark chuckle of Itachi Uchiha filled my kitchen.

With all the dignity I could muster I raised myself to my feet and slinked off to my bedroom. Itachi could find his own way out of my small home.

Plopping on my bed with my head hanging off the edge, hair sweeping the floor, I groaned. The simple ridiculousness of the past few minutes! Itachi had been willing to pull down his pants to prove that I was wrong. I was surprised and yet not surprised.

Not that you really would have minded. The dark side of my mind said, cackling at the horror that crossed my face.

Shut your mouth, he's an evil man with no shame.

The door to my bedroom slid open, turning my little bit of heaven into hell.

"My house is one thing to trespass on but my bedroom is completely different." I growled out, narrowing my eyes at his lean frame. "You're not invited."

For a moment he disappeared from my awkward vision while in the next, my legs were being pulled by a strong grip. My legs were wrapped around muscular hips while firm hands rested against my upper thighs, the thin fabric of my pants provided little as a barrier.

My eyes fluttered, I could feel... everything. At one point in my life I'd dream up situation like this, where a man wanted a woman. That had been in another life though, back before I'd left behind my childish dreams. Now I dedicated my life to konoha and the hospital, sexual endeavors the last thing on my mind.

I lived life like a nun, all these sensations that jolted my system were so completely new. And he is barely touching you, there are still clothes...

My over stimulated brain barely comprehended Itachi moving till he was hovering over me, his hands digging into the pink comforter of my bed on either side of my head, dark hair like a curtain around us. I caught the scent of alcohol and mint, I wanted to breath in deeply but had the sense of mind not to.

"I..." But I couldn't finish what I was trying to say, I didn't even know what I would have said.

My neck was arched back, Itachi's fingers wrapped in the hair at the nape of my neck. Breath hissed out harshly from between clenched teeth as Itachi's Sharingan flickered over my features, burning a path over my skin. Those eyes met mine and after a second of seeing something in them he growled low in his throat, a purely feral sound, I felt it vibrate in my body as his lips crashed to mine.

His teeth clashed with mine in one of the most aggressive kisses I'd ever been a part of. He popped my bottom lip away into his mouth, biting the tender flesh till it was almost painful. Almost because just when there was about to be too much, he lapped at my lip with his tongue till I was reaching back, begging for more. His hand still held firmly in my hair, halting any hope I had of taking over. His tongue swooped in past my lips at last, still using his teeth as he plundered my mouth.

His right hand slid up to my hip, grasping the skin there so hard I almost yelled out, but at the same time it felt so good I moaned instead. Our lower halves were separated by mere clothes, the length of him branded into my core. I'd seen so many man parts doing my job that I'd thought I'd become immune to them. I was far far from immune to them though.

I'd been kissed before, I'd been touched before. But nothing compared to the way Itachi made me feel. I was drowning in a storming sea and yet flying above the clouds at the same time.

He tore away from me, leaving me to gasp at the air, his hand untangled from my hair, bringing with it some of my pink strands. He wasn't even breathing heavily as he, in one motion, ripped my leggings off. Yes, he literally ripped them, the fabric snapped and I knew there was no way I'd be able to give them back to Ino.

"Itach..." His name twisted into a moan as his lips met my core. He'd grabbed my underwear in his left hand to move it out of his way so that I was bare to him and I hadn't even noticed. I just thanked the lords that I'd shaved earlier.

The hand that had pushed aside my pink panties also opened my lips, two fingers giving his tongue easy access to the wet heat of my pussy. His tongue lavished itself against my clit, applying pressure and then flickering away to slide up and down the slit that held so many nerve endings. My neck arched back into the bed, hips bucking into his face. He held me down with a forearm along my pubic bones, he was the only one standing between me and my body flying up to heaven.

Never in a million years... Fists clenching the bed sheets, heels digging into his shoulders, head thrashing. Itachi was stroking a wildfire inside of me and with each second, with each swipe of his tongue I was losing myself to the heat of it.

Teeth gently scrapped against my clit and I was shattering. My orgasm rolling over me till it ripped a pleasured sound out of my lungs and shuttered through my entire being.

The orgasm didn't last long, they never did, not even when I touched myself, it was only a few seconds that I was lost in the drowning lust.

I started to pull away, lifting my legs from Itachi's shoulders but I was jolted to a stop by the sudden intrusion of his finger slipping into me. My head flew back as colors exploded behind my eyes. He added a second one and you could tell I hadn't had sex in forever, or rather ever, with the way he had to fight, covering his digit in my juices before he could slip it in fully.

I bit into my own arm then, to keep from screaming because I knew if I started I would never stop. His fingers curved up, slowly working against the spot I tried to hard to find myself, while his tongue twisted around my still pulsing clit. The second orgasm that crashed into me and I knew I'd need to heal myself, I'd bitten into my own flesh. I pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. Itachi never slowed down, his tongue continued it's assault on my clit and his fingers pumped in and out, flicking against the spot that made me see stars.

The dark chuckle that echoed up my body had a blood red blush coloring my cheeks. A fine sheen of sweat covered my skin while tears of pleasure blurred my vision.

"O my Sensai." I whispered out, limbs feeling like a jelly sandwich.

"Itachi is fine." He replied.

And because I was half naked and Itachi, the last person on earth I'd ever thought I'd be in this position with was standing there with my legs in his hands I started laughing.

"What are you laughing at." His voice sounded threatening but all it did was add to my mirth.

"What are we doing?" I asked, throwing my hands up at my ceiling. Blood dripped from the wound on my arm. "I thought you were going to kill me!"

"Having sex." His simple reply sobered me like nothing else. "And no, you're not in the same catagory of people I want to kill."

Lifting himself from me he raised the shirt off of his shoulders, revealing a surprisingly thick muscled chest, there was a single scar over his heart but other wise his skin was pristine. So he either shaved his entire abdomen or he didn't grow hair at all.

Itachi made a grab for me but I squeaked out. "I need to pee!"


I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were glassed over while my lips were swollen from the Uchiha's kiss. "What are you doing Sakura?" I asked myself. I was expecting at any moment to awake and find myself a hot mess in my bed from this dream, but I knew from the sweet bruise that was forming on my hip that this was reality.

I didn't want to accept whatever it was that had just happened though and that's why I slipped out the window, leaving Itachi Uchiha sexually frustrated in my bedroom. I'd never been happier to have my Illusion techniques because it would have been pretty embarrassing coursing down Konoha's streets with my butt hanging out.


**This is a re-write of a story I started over two years ago.

AN: So a lot happened,

Sasuke and Itachi are alive.

The war happened.

Naruto is Hokage.

Sasuke and Ino are together.

Why/how you ask?

Sasuke found out the truth about his brother before he killed him.

Konoha won. Two years ago.

Kakashi stepped down.

Because I wanted it to happen.

For those of you who want to say they are OOC, this is a Fanfic, nothing more, nothing less.

And before any of you claim rape, just remember Itachi had his Sharingan active the entire time so he could tell Sakura wanted it even though she was fighting him.