Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. Please don't sue me! I don't got much to give...

I decided to post this as my first chapter because, it would help give some insight as to why a character might behave the way they do or say the things they might say. I wouldn't really consider it a chapter but it's important so why not.

Um.. the actual real chapter would be Chapter 2 which I cannot wait to post up but let's see how this first chapter does first.

Warnings: First off, Mpreg, I mean who doesn't love the impossible being possible, right. Um.. later on there'll be prostitution, occasional swearing here and there, there will be mention of drug use and violence. BUT it's not too dark, it has some light and occasional comedy to balance things out.

Oh and there will be some cases where a child might be swearing so I'm warning you ahead. And a big one. OOCness and OC (just two or three) I know a lot of people don't like that, but I'll need it for the story to be possible.

One Last Thing: I've read a lot of good ass stories here and they are written so well and beautifully from excellent punctuation to good grammar and choice of words. Me, I'm just a simple teen, sitting in front of a laptop, typing. I don't have those fancy ass words and I write based on my now abilities so please don't care too much for my grammar. I'll rather use the words I understand than big ass words that I don't understand.

Okay I'm done!

Chapter 1: A Sad Departure

Despairingly, he clutched the pillow to his chest as though he clung onto it for dear life. Rapid tears ran down his cheeks and occasionally he sniffled. His eyes were swollen, red, evident that he had been crying for the whole week, his parents death still fresh in his mind. Just last week, they sat down as a family, joyously eating dinner together and the next day, just like that they were gone.

For the last week, he'd drowned himself in sex and basically anything and everything else, needing and hoping that it'd keep his mind away from reality but it all seemed futile. Nothing was relieving him of his grief. So now here he laid, tucked under a warm sheet covering, sobbing quietly.

He laid there in complete silence for a while till suddenly, the bedroom door abruptly slammed open and hurriedly he wiped his tears away and pulled himself to sit on the bed. He had all week put up a strong front, acting as though his parents death didn't affect him. The last thing he wanted was his lover to see him in such a weak, pathetic state.

Puzzled, he watched as the Uchiha paced back and forth, biting his nails nervously, which caused him to feel uneasy as well.

Finally, Itachi stopped pacing and sighed. "You need to leave." He flatly said, after he seemed to calm a little. He snatched his leather jacket that hung over the chair and hastily swung it on.

Had already heard this so many times, Kyuubi merely got up and began to dress himself but he couldn't help but notice that the Uchiha was oddly, quite harsh with his words.

"Hurry up." Itachi breathed out, as he walked around his bed and grabbed his car keys over the bed stand.

As he dressed, he cautiously debated whether to ask what he had been striving to ask for the past week. Everyday, he told no promised himself he'll ask and at the last minute, he always cowered away, scared of the answer he knew he'd receive. Today, sadly was his last chance and to make matters worse, Itachi was not in the best of moods.

Great...

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled sharply and apprehensively stared up at the waiting teen, nervously. "Um, Tachi I need to talk to you." He hesitantly muttered lowly but loud enough for Itachi to hear.

Itachi, who didn't spare a glance, stepped out of his abnormally large bedroom. "Tell me in the car." He replied, dismissively. Fuck, he just wanted him out the house before it was too late.

"Please, it's important." The Uzumaki begged. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen tightly, nervousness causing him to tremble slightly.

Itachi calmly turned around, his expression subtly annoyed. "What is it?'' Irritably, he walked inside his bedroom and leaned against the now closed door, soft dark eyes gazed upon the younger male, impatiently.

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words to say. Tears stung at his eyes and he swallowed dryly, inwardly praying he wouldn't break and become a sobbing mess. Again, he made an attempt to speak and opened his mouth after he found the best choice of words.

"I-I need somewhere to stay." He slowly began, his voice soft and hoarse from the daily sobs. "Please let us stay here with you." He pleaded, his eyes pleading stared at the Uchiha and like a child awaiting a crucial 'yes' or 'no' answer, he swayed his body side to side.

Itachi, dumbfounded, blinked.

"You're joking, right?" He amusingly asked. He laughed hysterically, purposely trying to sound as uncaring and ruthless as possible. This all had to seem like a joke to him.

Kyuubi sucked in his bottom lip, diverting his gaze anywhere else but the Uchiha's cruel eyes. "Please, I'm begging you let us stay, I don't have anyone else."

"No." He straightforwardly, answered. "I told you not to depend on me." Frustrated, he ran his hands through his silky dark hair and sighed dramatically. "This was just for fun Kyuubi, I told you that before you got involve with me." He started to pace, a habit he did when he was angered.

"I know but was this whole year just for fun. Isn't fun only just a month or two. Maybe if you let us stay you'll learn to love us."

"Us? Why do you keep saying us?" He questioned in agitation, his eyes fixed confusingly at the redhead.

Briefly, Kyuubi looked down at his stomach and then back at the Uchiha. He found out a month ago and constantly denied to himself that it was true. He, himself didn't believe it, so why the hell would Itachi? He kept denying it to a point where he couldn't any longer. To a point where symptoms showed and his mother became aware and thus the truth was revealed. Now the issue was telling Itachi who had made it known and clear from the beginning that he had no interest in kids and was the main reason for his lifestyle preference.

Bowing his head lower, velvet strands of hair fell over his face, and he timidly tucked it behind his ears. "Um.. as in us I mean-"

"Fuck, I'm such an idiot." Itachi cut in, no longer interested for an answer. "I should, I should have quit while ahead." He honestly didn't know what to say but in all seriousness, he was blowing this out of proportion but then again he had to put on a convincing act. "Nevertheless you're not staying here, now let's go." He proceeded to the door.

"Why?!" Kyuubi snapped, narrowing his eyes at the older teen in front of him. "Why are you always throwing me out?"

"Because, this is not a fucking relationship, Kyuubi!" He crudely remarked, turning so he now faced the redhead. "I don't love you and you're not suppose to love me. That's the way it was suppose to be, just a game."

Kyuubi's eyes widened in disbelief. His heart stung at those words and he felt the tears gather in his eyes again.

"For a whole year, this was a game." His voice suddenly cracked, as fresh tears fell down his cheeks. He tried to believe the words he spoke, but it just sounded so wrong.

Everyday, for that whole year, he tried to convince himself he felt nothing, that it was simply pleasure and nothing more but sooner or later, feelings would unwillingly surface and there's no denying what the heart feels. "We shared secrets together, we laughed together, we ate together, we did almost everything together." His tone softened with every word he spat. "We had sex almost everyday Itachi. You can't tell me, throughout all of that you felt nothing for me."

With guilt, Itachi looked away. He couldn't stand that sight. Cheerful and playful Kyuubi in a teary mess. His clear high-pitched voice soft and hoarse and those enticing aquamarine eyes, he loved so much now staring desperately at him, it was heart clenching. But what hurt the most, was those words. Those words that were true but he knew, he had to deny.

"I told you, I don't love you. You were nothing but a play thing, just a sex toy." He lied.

"Tachi!" Kyuubi painfully yelled. Those words, those lies they hurt so much. "You're lying." He disbelievingly argued, hoping the Uchiha would come out and say that this was all a bad joke.

"You're only fifteen Kyuubi, what do you honestly know about love. Anyone who would show the slightest bit of interest in you, you'll eagerly accept it as love. That's exactly, what I did." His words were harsh, but he needed the Uzumaki to believe him.

"Okay, so all I was good for was lying on my back and spreading my legs, yeah?"He questioned.

Itachi frowned. "I didn't say that." He huffed.

"No, but you're not denying it neither." With one last look at the person he onced called his lover, Kyuubi wiped his teary eyes with the back of his hands and casually walked towards the door. He was beyond disappointed and ashamed.

His body acted on impulse because without spearing a thought, Itachi brought his redhead into one last embrace and aggressively, he was shoved away, startling him slightly. "Don't ever touch me!" He seethed, eyes glaring daggers. "Stay the hell away from us!" He warned deadly.

Itachi felt his heart shatter. He stared sadly at the Uzumaki who stared back at him with disgust before Kyuubi turned away and left for the last time.

Slamming the door shut, Itachi angrily punched the wall, swearing every word in the book. He slid against the wall to the ground and he brought his hands to face. He cried silently, having done exactly what he was supposed to.

"No, I don't want to go." Naruto cried. Desperately, he tried to yank his painfully gripped hand away from the woman who pulled him but he was too weak.

"You're being annoying brat." The woman coldly sneered, letting go of the boy's hand. "Get in the car." She ordered.

"I'm not leaving without my brother." He boldly announced, wavering blue eyes stared bravely at the blonde woman before him.

"Listen brat-"

"Naruto!" Both heads turned around to find a redhead slowly walking towards them. Naruto, relieved, gleefully ran towards his brother and stared up at the taller male.

Kyuubi faked on a sincere smile and rested a hand on his younger brother's head. "It's okay, I'm here." He ruffled the golden hair, messily.

"Kyuubi, I don't want to go. I want to stay here with Sasuke and my friends." He whimpered.

He was only twelve and had not been informed of his parents death. Kyuubi had lied to him saying they were off on work elsewhere and would return shortly. He hadn't found the right words to tell him yet and he often wondered how long Naruto would continue to believe his story.

"It's okay, we're going to live with Aunt Tsunade for a while and then mom and dad will come get us in a week." Hopefully by then he would conjure up the courage to finally tell his younger brother the truth.

"Why can't we stay with Sasuke and Itachi. We can ask their parents and-"

"No Naruto, we're not their problem. Plus, mom and dad want us to stay with Aunt Tsunade, so that's exactly what we'll do, okay?"

The blonde hesitantly nodded and grabbed his brother's hand. Kyuubi led him towards the car and Tsunade frowned, glaring at him.

"Where the hell have you been?" She questioned, her eyebrows furrowed.

Kyuubi knowing the woman's true colors, rolled his eyes and ignored her. He simply opened the door and sat in along with his brother. Tsunade bit her lip and let out a breath.

"Lord, give me strength." She mumbled between clenched teeth. She walked around to the front of her van and sat in her driver's seat. She reared the engine on and eagerly drove off.

In the back seat, Kyuubi leaned his head against the window, one hand around his younger brother's shoulder, the other set on his abdomen.

He was only fifteen years old and pregnant, a younger brother to take care off and a psychopath of an aunt to live with.

How the hell was he going to survive?

Well yeah, reviews are well needed and appreciated. Follows and faves would be nice too.

I swear it get better guys, well hopefully.

Oh by the way Itachi is 17, Kyuubi is 15 and Naruto is 12 here in this chapter.

Before you go on to say, "Kyuubi is 15 and having sex and he's pregnant? What?" Fucking 13 year old's are pregnant these days so yeah, it happens.