In Ten:

"Naruto, get back here with my axe!" a blonde girl with blazing red eyes hollered, running after said Naruto, who sped up.

"You can't catch me, Sis!" Naruto turned his head a bit to the side, giving his sister a glimpse of mischievous cerulean eyes and stuck out his tongue, before turning his attention back to the front- and running straight smack into an obscenely large pair of boobs.

"ACK!" Naruto squeaked before falling flat on his ass. 'Sis' stopped behind him and scooped up her beloved axe, pulling her brother up at the same time.

"Ryoku, Naruto, what in Heaven's name are you doing running around with an axe that's as big as you are?"

"It's not just an axe, it's my axe. Naruto stole it from my room." Ryoku stated before sighing and running a hand through floor-length, platinum locks, closing blood red eyes and huffing.

"She's right, Auntie Tsunade. I took it... but she was ignoring me! And I didn't do anything wrong!" Ryoku opened her eyes and looked at her little brother.

There were tears in those sky-blue eyes causing her to sigh and pull her brother into a hug.

"Idiot. I wasn't ignoring you, I was just finishing up the paper for Iruka-sensei that's due tomorrow."

"Really?" Skeptical blue eyes looked up at the elder sibling.

"Really-Really." Ryoku planted a kiss on Naruto's forehead, before turning her attention back to her Aunt.

Tsunade watched as the two sorted out their problem with a slight smile. Honestly, those two... how could people who looked so alike be so extremely different?

The only physical differences were: Ryoku's eyes were red, her skin was extremely pale and her hair touched the floor. (Let's not forget her large, definitely female chest) Her attitude was cold and guarded, yet slightly softer when around her brother or her Aunt.

Naruto's eyes were cerulean (the brightest Tsunade had ever seen), and his sun-kissed blond hair was short and stuck up in every direction. Unlike his sister, his skin was a beautiful cinnamon-y tan. His attitude was bright and bubbly always eager to do something fun.

What really got Tsunade were the whisker-marks on Naruto's face that caused him to look like a little fox.

Okay, so maybe they didn't look that much alike.

"Well, anyway, I came to find you to tell you that Ten and Jigoku are holding a meeting at the Bridge between our realms in an hour, and you two are to accompany me there. And wear something nice." She turned to walk away and let the two get ready, but Naruto's curious voice stopped her.

"Why do we have to come?"

"Yes, do explain," Ryoku's cold voice said quietly, "We've never had to attend these meetings before."

"Well, unless I pop a kid out somehow in the near future, you two are the heirs to the throne of Ten. And in any case, you'll have to meet the Ruler of Jigoku eventually. And I would love it if you would come with me." Tsunade paused, "Please."

Naruto's eyes widened and he got all excited, "Of course I'll come!" He bounced on his heels happily. " I can't wait!"

Ryoku sighed.

"I guess I'll come too... Can't let Naru hurt himself. And," a hesitant pause, "I don't want you to feel alone."

Tsunade and Naruto's eyes widened at the rare display of love/affection/worry.

Ryoku stared at them, a delicate brow slightly raised, "Uh-huh. Well, I'm going to get ready since this meeting-thing is in an hour. Where do you want me to meet you, Aunt Tsunade?"

"You two meet me in front of my room in forty-five minutes."

"Okay." the two said in unison. Naruto turned and walked down the hall to his room, Ryoku following.

"Are you going to help me pick something to wear?" Naruto asked, glancing back at his sister.

"Sure. So long as you do the same."

"Okay! Let's get me dressed!"

A smirk graced Ryoku's face as they walked into Naruto's room, Ryoku heading straight for her brother's closet. Naruto sat on his bed and waited until she emerged with an orange, form-fitting, sleeveless Mandarin shirt and white pants.

"Here you go little brother. Put this on."

Ryoku walked through a door that connected her room to his, to give her brother some privacy. A few minutes later, Naruto walked through the adjoining door and modeled for his sister. The outfit looked good on him. The shirt clung to his form in all the right places, as did the pants. And the outfit, though slightly outrageous complemented his skin, eyes and hair.

"It looks good, Naru."

"Cool." Cerulean eyes glinted mischievously. "Now it's my turn."

He walked to her closet and not even a minute later came out with a sleeveless green and silver Mandarin dress, "I like this one."

Ryoku nodded, took the dress and went into her bathroom. Ten minutes later, she came out with the dress on and her hair braided down her back, silvery-green ribbons threaded through the braid. She had her Axe strapped to her back.

"You look hot, Sis!"

She ignored the cheeky comment, saying in a calculating tone, "Aren't you going to bring your sword, Naru?"

"Naw, I don't see the point in bringing it."

"I'm bringing my Axe, because I don't trust those Jigoku bastards."

Naruto looked at his sister and shivered at the cold hate in those red eyes. This wasn't just about the cold war. He gathered his courage.

"U-umm, why do you hate them so? I mean, aside from the fact that our realms don't get along."

"It goes far deeper than that, Naru. I'll tell you soon enough. Now let's go. Auntie's prolly waiting."

Ryoku walked through her door and proceeded to her Aunt's room. Naruto followed behind his sister at a slower pace, wondering what she could mean, until he saw his aunt.

"Wow! You look so pretty, Auntie!"

Tsunade smiled and motioned for the two to follow her. Tsunade was wearing flowing purple and silver robes that set off her pretty honey-brown eyes and cream colored skin, "Ryoku, I know you hate Jigoku with a passion, but can you please keep your temper in check?"

"I'll try. Can't promise anything, though."

"So long as you try."

"Hey! Hey!" Naruto cut in, "What's the Ruler of Jigoku look like?"

"You'll see, brat." Tsunade replied, patting the blond spikes of the bouncing ball of energy.

"Hey! I'm not a brat!"

Tsunade started to laugh and put an arm around his shoulder and proceeded to lead the two toward the Bridge.

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In Jigoku: "Ah, there you are little brother. Come. It's time to prepare for the meeting at the Bridge." A deep, emotionless voice commanded to the laid-back form in the lowest branch of the tree. The youth was sprawled across the bark in nothing more than a pair of loose denim pants, and appeared to be asleep.

Coal black eyes suddenly opened and gazed down into bloodthirsty red.

"I don't want to go, Aniki." The boy said quietly before closing dark eyes again.

"Ah, but Sasuke, I think you will if you do not wish anything unfortunate to happen to your friend Gaara. Besides, Gaara-san shall be attending as well."

Sasuke's eyes snapped open and he sat up smoothly, soft jet-black locks falling into his eyes as he looked closely at his elder brother.

"Fine. But why is Gaara coming?"

"Come down and I'll tell you."

There was a peculiar glint in those ruby eyes that he did not trust. Sasuke eyed his brother warily as he hopped down in front of the older man.

"Gaara-san is coming because he hopes to protect his best friend from the scum in Ten."

Before Sasuke could so much as blink, his elder brother had him pinned against the tree trunk, his mouth attached to his throat.

"Ah! Itachi! Stop it!" Sasuke yelled, squirming against the harsh bark pressing into his bare skin. He had to bite down a moan when Itachi slid his hand down his pale, bare chest and into his loose pants to grasp him gently.

"Do you like that, little brother?" Itachi whispered into Sasuke's ear before taking the earlobe gently between his teeth and nibbling on it.

"Ahnnn...L-Let me go, Itachi."

"I think not. I enjoy this, even if you don't. Or, perhaps I should say, if your mind isn't...Because clearly your body is."

Itachi moved from his ear and licked a path down his neck and chest to his nipples, all the while slowly running his fingertips up and down the teen's shaft, eliciting feral moans of reluctant pleasure from the younger teen. Itachi withdraw his hand after a minute and unbuttoned Sasuke's pants, all the while teasing his nipples, making them perk up.

Once his pants were down as well as his boxers, Itachi trailed open-mouthed kisses down his chest and stomach, until he reached his erection. He looked up and met Sasuke's glazed eyes.

"Don't look away, dear brother."

When Sasuke nodded, Itachi took his throbbing, twitching member into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks as he sucked on his brother, occasionally pulling back to swirl his tongue over the head before taking the whole length back into his mouth. He felt Sasuke's hand hesitantly tangle in his long black hair, pulling him forward and causing Itachi to deep-throat him. That was all it took and Sasuke came, screaming. Itachi swallowed everything he could before pulling back and letting his brother sink, shaking, to the ground.

He leaned into give his brother a kiss, but Sasuke shoved him away before their lips could meet.

"Get the hell away from me!"

Itachi chuckled and stood up gracefully, before saying, "Be sure to meet me at the entrance hall in half an hour, my dearest little brother."

Sasuke watched his elder brother walk away before struggling to stand. He about fell when he felt two strong, yet slim arms wrap around his chest.

"Don't worry, it's just me Sasuke." A calm voice murmured behind him.

"Gaara."

"Let me help you with your pants."

Sasuke said nothing as Gaara pulled his pants up and buttoned them. Then the fiery-haired teen faced him, jade eyes laced with concern, "He did it again, didn't he?"

"Yeah. I hate him, but I can't refuse him. Do you remember what happened the last time I refused him?"

"I understand. Let's go get you changed so we meet Sir Asshole on time." Sasuke smiled at Gaara's nickname for his brother and accompanied the redhead to his room. When the two friends reached it, there was already an outfit laid out on his bed, accompanied with boots and chains to match the black leather pants, fishnet tank top and fingerless armlets.

"Your brother has a sick sense of humor."

"Actually, it was more likely Orochimaru who did that."

"It was. And I thank you for noticing." drawled a voice from the corner of Sasuke's room. Orochimaru glided out of the shadows and toward Sasuke, but Gaara got in between the two before Orochimaru could reach him.

"Ah, the ever devoted friend, Gaara. I heard you two are going with Itachi-sama to the Bridge. I myself decided not to go because someone there rather dislikes me due to past events...and she would certainly try to kill me."

"Personally, I think you dying would bring me peace of mind, Orochimaru." Sasuke stated coldly.

Ignoring the comment, Orochimaru waved and left, saying, "I really do think that outfit will look good on you, Sasu-chan. Ja ne!"

After the serpentine man slipped out, Gaara turned to Sasuke.

"You want me to find you something else to wear?"

"No, it's alright. We don't have time."

Sasuke walked to the bed and proceeded to pull his denim pants off and pull the leather ones on. After he was completely dressed, he and Gaara walked through the long hallways and barely made it on time.

"You look good, little brother. Orochimaru has impeccable taste ...in clothing." Itachi said by greeting, and then muttered something that may have been 'if not in men'. "A shame he won't be joining us, though. I would expect him to avoid the Bridge for fear of the little heiress. I've heard she's extremely violent and very protective of her brother. Sweet, isn't it, Sasuke?"

"I'm not answering that question." Sasuke said icily. "Let's just get this over with." Gaara nodded his agreement, while Itachi laughed quietly.

"Let's go then. Follow me." Itachi strode out the door, his red and black silk robes billowing out behind him dramatically.

Gaara turned to Sasuke as they walked down the front steps behind Itachi and whispered, "Showoff."

Sasuke started to laugh.

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End Chapter 1