AN: Hello all. This is technically my third Fan fiction, but the first I am actually planning to finish and it is also the first I have shown to the public with any hopes of actually finishing it.

There isn't much else I have to say at the moment. Only that the updated chapters will come fairly iregularly, and that the first few chapters suck but it will improve. It is meant to be an eventual Yaoi between many people, the over all one obviously being Naruto and Sasuke.
Lots of horizontal lines and such in this. I'm a weirdo when it comes to formatting and there are a lot of breaks between places in quick succession because this chapter is written fairly badly. - -;;

Without further ado: let this fiction begin.


SasuNaru It's a Hard Life

Chapter 1

The mid-wife was in a state of panic. She was being called out to a home birth tonight and the traffic was as horrible as it usually was on a late Saturday night in Konoha. She'd told herself to leave earlier but various things had gotten in the way of her leaving. The brown hair middle aged woman tapped at the steering wheel impatiently, glancing down at the clock as she did. 12:30. so it was officially October 10th. She winced as a car horn behind her reminded her she was supposed to be moving.


Namikaze Minato was pacing frantically around the front room of their respectably small house. It wasn't the biggest thing in the world but it had been a start. His partner they were not due to be married for several months yet was screaming in agony on the couch, blood and embryonic fluid covered that side of the room. Muffled screams of a crying baby could also roughly be heard as it fought desperately to be born. Minato didn't know what to do; he kept looking out the window to see when the mid-wife would get here. Uzumaki Kushina panted heavily as the contractions continued, letting another scream escape her lips. No one else was coming to check on them, even though they lived in quite a crowded area. Everyone was either drunk or out on the town tonight. Neither noticed the smoke that seemed to be seeping into the room, they were in too much of a panic over the baby.


Further away in roughly the same sort of house, just a different area of Konoha, a small child was being helped into bed by his mother. They had decided to stay in that day. The mother and the father were the proud parents of two little boys, though the first was much older than the second. The baby had been born just a few months before on the 23rd of July. He was now sleeping peacefully unaware of everything that was happening in the world around him. The mother kissed his cheek affectionately as she left to go to the front room, where she thought her husband would be watching the TV.


The mid-wife gasped a sigh of relief as she turned off of the busy streets and she soon had the car going at 70mph down the small side streets. There were no cameras around here and she prayed she wouldn't get caught by any police that happened to be passing. The brunette was killing herself already over what was happening. 12:45. It had taken her another 15 minutes to leave the busy streets. It took her another 10 to reach the house. It was exceptionally dark tonight; clouds had covered all the stars and the moon. Had they not she might have seen the smoke through the windows before then. Gasping for breath she climbed out of the car, grabbing her kit as she went. Unfortunately she didn't get much further than that. A large bang sounded as fire started to leap out of the lower windows. The mid-wife screamed in horror before darting off to a neighbouring house. No one home. She fled quickly to the next house and the one after that, trying desperately to reach a phone to call the police, the ambulance anyone.


Across the streets of Konoha another bang reached the ears of a different brunette. She stopped dead on the stairs, her eyes dilating with such shock and horror she didn't know whether to continue down or hide with her son. Slowly she crept down the stairs and glanced around the corner. There was another shot, quickly followed by many in rapid succession. She froze where she was, spotting the large pool of blood that crept slowly out of the door to the front room. Her nerves broke and she collapsed onto the stairs where she stood begging it was something else.

In the front room itself, a young boy stood with a pistol in his hand, pointing it firmly at the chest of the dead man on the sofa. There was no hint of remorse in his eyes, even though that had been his father. He thought calmly over how things had just happened.

"Why Itachi? Why like this?" begged the man, clutching at the whole in his chest. Itachi had missed his original target by the fact his father had suddenly lunched forward.

"I'm getting tired of this life, this pitiful way of living." He answered calmly, firing another shot.

"There's nothing here for me, and you have no life to be proud of so why should I expect you to be able to get me one?" He shot again and again and again, even when it was obvious he was dead he kept shooting. Itachi only stopped himself when he remembered there was another to kill.

Looking up Itachi calmly walked out of the front room and into the hall. Blood slowly soaked into his socks but he ignored the warm sticky sensation. He knew how the police worked, leave any finger prints and they find you; leave your shoe style they are bound to find you. Luckily for him they had chosen red carpets to match the family symbol. Of course he was planning to leave as well so he travelled into the kitchen and found two bags which he would use later. Stuffinf them into his pockets he turned around again and walked calmly to the stairs.

He could hear his mother's sad sobs; her irregular breathing patterns and her pitiful prayers to God. Rounding the corner their eyes met and she seemed to look revealed for a brief second until she recognised the look in his eyes.

"Itachi, oh God, my little Itachi…" she pleaded. She hadn't even seen the pistol yet.

"Good Night mother…" He responded calmly, before lifting his gun and shoting one shot cleanly through her forehead. She was dead before she'd even hit the ground at his feet. 1:09


Finally the mid-wife had reached a phone and called the fire service, ambulance and police. It seemed like ages before they arrived but it was only about 1:07 when they did. The ambulance was on standby, the attendants were Shizune and Tsunade, who didn't look to have that much of a job to do afters. There was only one policeman on scene, the famous Hatake Kakashi. His partner Asuma had been called to an incident not too far away concerning an Uchiha family.

The firemen pulled three bodies out of the burning wreckage. 1:09 the male and female were pronounced dead. The female was dead from child birth, far before the flames had reached her. The male had died protecting the baby from the fire. The baby was certainly awake and it was later suggested he would have relapsing dreams about this considering how much of a tragedy it was for him.

Tsunade sighed heavily as Kakashi announced it was a pure accident from leaving the kitchen appliances running. Shizune put the bodies in the ambulance, noticing that the father was clutching a small piece of paper in his hand.


Itachi stood over his little brother dauntingly, considering what he should do. Itachi was surprisingly well built for his age, due to his like of physical activities. The baby yawned quietly in his sleep before rolling over and turning motionless again, all except for his chest which moved with a steady rhythm.

Itachi slowly reached his hand down into the cot. At first glance it would seem he was going to strangle the young boy, but then his hand changed positions and instead he stroked the cheek of his brother in an almost loving fashion. He then retracted his hand and proceeded to leave the room.

"Remember this day, little Sasuke. You'll see me again"

It was 1:11 when Asuma reached the house. It had reached a point where the blood of the male and female were mixing in the hallway. Sasuke had, soon after Itachi left, begun to cry in unrest. Asuma sighed and walked carefully through the house.

It would be stated later that the killer was unknown and that Itachi had been kidnapped. A missing persons announcement would go up later that morning and Sasuke would be given over to either a relative or an orphanage somewhere in the area. No one would suspect Itachi as the culprit and Sasuke would never really get to know his parents or his brother.


Another baby cried in the distance. A small bright eyed, blond haired child whose face cut had been cut in three places on each cheek similar to fox whiskers.

That would later become his favourite animal and nickname. He would most likely bear a fear of fire for the rest of his life and grow up in an orphanage due to the fact he had no other known relatives. His cut marks would have to be glued together with a kind of sterilized glue due to the fact the babe would show signs of allergic reactions to all forms of stitches, meaning the marks would be there for the rest of his life.

Shizuna carefully removed the piece of paper from the male's hand. The baby would take his mothers name, though it would always be assumed by everyone but the people at the scene of the accident that it was his father's name.

Scarwled quickly and messily on the small piece of paper was one final request.

Keep my son safe, my little Uzumaki Naruto.


AN: I will humor my life and update this. Don't expect many essays as far as Author Note goes. There's only one of me and I rarely have anything to say.
However: I am rather annoyed that the actual story for not letting me use underscores, upwards arrow head things, and cidillas. The cidillas in particular (namely the key which gives you a squigly line) because I'm quite partial to the cidillas. They practically litter my profile. But enough about my typing habits...

Peace out to you.

- Layalas -