AN: Since this topic is one of the most well known, I decided to incorporate it with one of my fanfics, and because I actautly like this history topic a lot, WWII, that is. It's amazing to see how many people don't know about the events taht took place, or deny that it ever happened. Second to this, I like studying different religions (I like voodoo/hoodoo a lot), I wrote a paper dealing with that. Anyway, to the story, I hope you all like it, and I don't mean to offend anyone when I write this. Some things won't be too historically correct, but i've done my research.

Summary: AU, Slash. Set in Germany, 1939. Meet Iruka Umino, a gypsy who hides in the basement of one of his former students in order to escape the clutches of the Nazi Party. Struggling with paranoia and survivors guilt, he finds himself slipping further and further into depression. Entre Kakashi Hatake, an aristocratic supporter of the Nazi party who is drowning in his life of wealth and power. However, an escape to his former teacher's farm offers him peacefulness, if only for a while. But when Minato's family begins to act strange and their son keeps on disappearing off into the basement, Kakashi finds himself in a sticky situation involving the love of a gypsy, the question of loyalty, and finding his true self in the process.

Warnings: (rated T, may change later)

Character Death
Rape
Blood and Gore
Torture

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Chance for Escape

Hidden well in the trees and camouflaged by the night, two boys peered at two guards who neared the end of the dark street. Though the night was dark, through the illuminated moon and the buzzing streetlight, already the two could make out the figures simultaneously marching side by side.

With the rubber band pulled back to the point where it had turned a pale white, two pairs of eyes, trained eyes, mischievous eyes, locked on on their targets.

Both guards were now nearing the streetlamp, almost directly under it.

The rubber bands were released, the rocks once contained in the holster of the sling-shots had been released.

Contact, both guards were taken off guards, and guns were pointed towards the tree.

But, upon expected, the culprits were gone, they weren't there.

No, they were gone. Off of the tree, over the fence, and feet glued to the dirt road, the two darted as fast as they could away from the city, slingshots tucked snugly in the back of their pants.

Huffing and panting, the two ran and ran, only stopping for slight breaths. They had a ways to go though their homes were in the country, far away from the city.

But the fun and excitement was worth it.

OOOOO

Minato anxiously looked out of the window. He ran a hand through his thick blond hair.

It was late, very late, and still the boys were out.

There was no doubt that they had spent the entire day in the city, despite the air raids and despite the destruction, both kids seemed to find their way back to the mutilated city of Hamburg.

What they did there, Minato hadn't a clue.

He just prayed that their pranking days were over, as they were aging young boys. Acting like rascals wouldn't attract fair ladies. But, something in his gut told him that their pranking was far from over, and with soldiers parading the streets like cockroaches new opportunities for adventure and danger had arisen. And, if they were anything like their parents, if Naruto was anything like his mother, he would never pass up a chance to pull a prank, even in dangerous times like these.

Sasuke was the same.

He worried like any parent living in the midst of war should. Yes, with Naruto's obvious german descent, and Sasuke's japanese descent, soldier's hardly thought anything of them when they passed by them on the street. Heck, Minato's house was right a ten minute walk from Fugaku's house, and when needed, both families into the city together.

At least before the air raid.

So, the boys going out into town freely wasn't something that incredibly worried Minato.

Alongside their tendency to prank anyone who was deemed worthy to be called their target, the two rose suspicion. He didn't need suspicion, because Minato didn't need his house to be checked.

"Honey, there they are!" deep in the midst of his thoughts, his wife had moved from the kitchen and by Minato, peering out of the window. And, low and behold, out of the window two figures appeared on the large stretch of land, their laughter audible from even inside the house. Both mother and father darted to the door and hastily unlocked it, allowing the two sweaty boys entrance.

Minato looked at the mess before him, and watched as the two doubled over and rested their hands on their knees. Minato raised an eyebrow.

Slingshots.

"And what!" Minato began as he snatched two instruments composed of wood out of the back of their pants, "were you doing with these?"

Kushina crossed her arms and attempted to look serious, though her face soon began to betray her. She already had an idea.

"P...pra...pranking..."Naruto huffed as he looked towards his parents, and slowly ducked his head down again.

"G..guar..ds," Sasuke finished as he attempted to keep up straight, "t..wo g..uards."

"Did you get them!" suddenly beside him, his wife's eyes lit up with determination and excitement. Minato scowled at her, in which she returned it, "they're just having fun."

Minato bit back a crude retort, and slowly calmed himself as his anger threatened to overflow. This wasn't like him.

"Fun..." he began as he turned his back to them and made his way to the kitchen, "yeah, I guess."

The trio watched as he awkwardly walked away, his mind caught somewhere else.

"Okay...come to the kitchen you two, you need some water," Kushina instructed as she took both of their hand, a solemn look came to her face as she dragged them, "But be careful. These aren't youths we're talking about..if it's in Hamburg, they're real soldiers. Alongside that, we're caught in our current situation..."

Not like we ever get caught. Naruto rolled his eyes and wriggled out of Kushina's grasp, meanwhile, Sasuke attempted to undo his shoes with his other foot.

"Keep them on, Sasuke, no need to take them off," Naruto insisted taking notice of his friend's awkward customs.

"Oh, yeah, sorry..." Sasuke mumbled, "it's just...Mother would find it rude if I didn't remove them."

"It's alright," Kushina released both of them as they entered the kitchen, "it's in his custom."

The kitchen was relatively large. Living in the country gave them bonus like that, their houses were large in general. Naruto's kitchen was wooden floored with yellow walls. Built on the walls was the typical old kitchen oven, sink and counter. Minato wanted to change them, but Kushina opted out, she loved them.

Therefore, they stayed.

The cabinets, however, were replaced. They were moldy and filled with cobwebs upon buying the house, so with the help of Minato and Sasuke's father, all of the cabinets were replaced.

Kushina reached into one a pulled out a couple of glass cups for both famished boys, and filled them with water from the tap.

"Here ya go," Kushina said happily as she handed them both cups of water, "Drink up."

Meanwhile, Minato fumbled in the refrigerator with one hand while he held a plate in the other. To everyone's knowledge in the house, the person who the plate was intended for didn't eat a lot. So, Minato filled it with mostly fruit, like cut apples and grapes. He knew it wasn't a balanced meal, but he didn't want to give their current resident more than he could handle.

His nerves were sure to be rattled already, even if it had been some time since his people had been taken away to the camps. When they first took him in, and allowed him to live in their basement, he'd thrown up everything he'd eaten. And honestly, things hadn't changed. In Fact, he hardly ate.

"Hey Naruto," Minato instructed as he finished organizing the plate.

Naruto lifted his head as he continued to drink his water, and acknowledged his father.

"When you're done with that, bring it to the basment_Oh, there's someone in the doorway."

Minato handed the plate to Naruto and forced the boy to grab it, and quickly peered out of the doorway of the kitchen.

"Like always, Kushina-san, you have a tendency to leave the doors open," the ginger woman blushed," I need my brother," the low monotonous voice of Itachi announced, "we've all been looking for him."

Naruto turned around, plate still in hand. Itachi's dark form leaned against the door frame as he peered on at his younger brother, a sense of annoyance in his eyes.

"Bye guys," Sasuke said somewhat sadly as he handed his cup to Kushina and fastened his half-on/half off shoes, "See you tomorrow Naruto!"

And begrudgingly, Sasuke trodden towards his younger brother, and silently closed the door behind him.

Naruto sighed as his friend left, but smiled as he began his walk to the basement and anticipated what pranks the duo would perform next, and who their victims would be.

Naruto chuckled just a bit as he made it through his kitchen, then to his hallway, and then to the door at the end of it.

The basement.

Holding the plate in one hand and twiddling the doorknob with the other, Naruto opened the door and stepped into the room.

To anyone else, this room looked like a coat closet that had not been used in a while, as dust had accumulated on the fabric of the worn attire. But, only known to the eyes of those who had inhabited the house for so long, was a door hidden in the wall to the right. This led to the basement, and worked as a bomb shelter as well.

Pushing a coat out of the way and scooting a few shoes over, Naruto slowly opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him.

"Iruka," he said quietly, as not to startle the teacher in hiding, "it's me, i've got a little something for you to eat."

When there was a moment of silence, Naruto assumed he was sleeping. So, heading down the steps, he fumbled for the light switch and turned it on.

He scanned the room for a sign of his former teacher. The entire room was basically a large square and a door to the restroom, so, Iruka wasn't far. Scanning the room, Naruto walked over to the bed and put the plate on the wooden table next to it.

A peep came from the side of the bed, and Naruto crawled over to look.

Like he had guessed, there was his former teacher, sleeping snugly against the bed. Naruto peered over and stretched out his hand, pondering on whether to wake his teacher or not.

He found himself, again, staring at his teacher.

Why was Iruka in the basement? Naruto hated the answer, it was so simple yet it had such a meaning behind it.

Because, he was a gypsy. Naruto was well aware of the stereotypes that floated around his race, however, hardly any of these things pertained to Iruka. He was a gypsy, yes. However, Naruto always argued that he wasn't like other gypsies, he wasn't like the one's that people looked down on. He didn't steal, or dance on the side of the street, or anything..But like the rest, Iruka's angelic features betrayed him, and the chancellor wasn't looking for a specific personality,kind or unkind, he was looking for a specific race.

Naruto supposed that's why his teacher had eaten very little or why, at times, he had stopped eating altogether. The paranoia hanging over his head was enough to upset even the healthiest man on the planet.

From vigorous and energetic to desperate and cautious, Naruto had watched his Sensei fall apart from the instant the chancellor had taken office.

Deciding that he couldn't spent the entire evening pondering on what was just and unjust, Naruto gave his teacher a gently nudge.

The teacher jolted up, looking around and forcing his hair out of his face as he did so. He looked panicked.

"Iruka, calm down!" Naruto warned as the teacher looked around frantically. He should have been used to this by now, these small but memorable panic they worried the blond to no end. Sliding down from the bed, Naruto crouched by Iruka and pulled the man into a hug, rubbing circles in his back to calm him down. His panting calmed down, and now only a slight shivering was left in it's wake.

"Don't worry, i'm right here," Naruto whispered into the gypsies ear.

OOOOO

Kakashi stormed out of the house, ignoring the yelling and cries of his ex lover who resided naked inside, the man's form curled into the sheets of the bed they once shared. They had argued again, screamed, cursed and yelled their hearts out. They kissed and attempted to make up, the deed often escalating to discarded clothes and exposed bodies pressed closely together.

But it was just that, just for pleasure. There was no love, and with all the money Kakashi had, he wanted an escape from his life of luxury

Love was the answer, and obviously, Yamato had none to offer. Yamato was rich too, just like him. This aristocratic life he was born into, the city, the money the sex...It was suffocating him, he was drowning in it.

Walking into the streets and tagging down a taxi, Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief at the prospect of visiting his old professor in the country. He needed some air, he needed to rid himself of city life, even if just for a while. If things went well during his stay, he'd most likely purchase a home in the country.

By mail, he'd sent his request to stay months ago, and just recently received a response. He was confused by the delay, but Minato had described that he had something going on and he had neglected to respond to Kakashi's letter.

Yes, some fresh air would definitely offer him the opportunity to refresh himself and step out of his cluttered life, even if only for a short while.

Also, his activeness in politics had stressed him out as well. There were those idiots who were oblivious to see what the chancellor's views for the country actually were. Kakashi stood by the chancellor's motives, even enough to argue with others in public if they denied loyalty to him. He'd talk to his former professor about this. He was almost certain the man was sure to understand his views on politics, Minato was understanding like that. Most likely, he shared similar views with Kakashi, if not the same.

OOOOO

Okay, okay. That was a lot for the first chapter, but I cut two pages off. I wanted it to be six but it came out as for. Blahh...Anyway, some points about history. I know what i'm writing about, I should know what i'm writing about. I've researched this topic A LOT in the past and in the present. I've written a few papers about it, read a few books...and what not. I was in an AP History class over the school year, this was one of our topic and our english class was centered around this as well. With this being said, though very little information was given in this chapter, overall, i should be mostly correct. Saome of the historical points in the story, i'll chance just a little bit. But, as for the gypsies being sent away, they were some of the first, if not the first. About 250,00-500,000 were killed during their time in the concentration camps. So, speaking now, there shouldn't be many gypsies in my story, disregarding Iruka. If you want a good idea as to where they live, it's above Hamburg, Germany. I'll add a lot of Sasuke's part in the next chapter, if people stick with it. I really hoped you like this, I hope someone reads it! PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE REVIEW!Anyway, have a nice week and God bless.