Bring It Chapter 2: House 2356, a naruto fanfic

A/N: Ohayo! Whazzaup? Anyways, here is the long awaited ch. 2! Yayayayayaya! I had a little more caffeine then necessary today, but that's beside the point. Thank you so much for the reviews, and thanks even to those who just found themselves reading this story. I didn't expect much feedback since this was a bit...crazy, but I'm glad for the feedback I got, it was very comforting, and inspiring for me. :D

I shall message those that I can personally thanking them for the reviews, I haven't gotten around to it because I've been having severe family drama, and other problems to do with life. *sigh*, why can't I just live in a cave as a hermit...well, I'd need internet and lots of good food, but I'd be one happy camper! Er, okay so I digress, anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I actually wasn't too fond with it, but I'll live. In the end, it's what you readers think that matters the most!

Warning: Crack-ish (forgot to put that in ch. 1), crude language, lemon (sort of), yaoi, etc., and typos or grammatical errors (here and there).

(BY THE WAY, I apologize if the mini-lemon down there isn't all that, I'm not use to writing explicit stuff...haha, I think I need some training in that regard).

Chapter Two: House #2356

Itachi looked calmly at the photos spread out across his desk. He wasn't really looking at them though, his thoughts lost to a world of his own. He was thinking about his beautiful, baby brother.

He was thinking about Sasuke's pale features, and dark hair. The way his baby brother crinkled his nose when he found something the least bit amusing.

The way he would offer a small smile if he found one of Itachi's jokes funny (because he would adamantly refuse that he could find humor in anything involving Itachi).

It was just the little things though that had Itachi so wound up, and enamored by his dearest little one. And the more that Itachi divulged in his thoughts of his most beloved, the more a certain evil, blond-haired male with damnable bluest, blue eyes would pop up.

How could this vulture ensnare his brother's heart? Not to mention that (thanks to the brilliant mind of his dear Nagato) he found out the spineless Uzumaki was 7 years Sasuke's senior.

The bastard was nothing but a verminous pedophile.

Bastard!

"Itachi-san," Nagato interrupted his internal monologue. "If you worry you lip in longer, you may tear a hole through it. Lest you want to go back to that plastic surgeon again, I suggest you refrain from chewing any further."

Itachi tsk'd in return, but did follow through with Nagato's suggestion. He wasn't about to spend another hundred thousand yen on some no-named practitioner of plastic.

The last one he made his lips blow up like a fish, and for weeks he had to hide in his manor with Sasuke's mocking laugh haunting his every wake.

The only reason he even had the mad idea to go and get a lip filling though was because he had overheard Sasuke mentioning he liked full lips.

And as much as Itachi liked to deny, the Uchiha's had one genetic problem (more like several) and that was they were all a very thin-lipped clan.

No one was even known to have ever had full lips, and by God, Itachi would be damned if he would lose to such a stupid genetic slip.

Although, Itachi did admit that after he found out one of Sasuke's preferences, he hadn't immediately thought of trying to change his lips.

He had been watching an episode of Nip/Tuck when the idea slapped in the face. In the end, not so surprisingly, after he healed up, he was back to his thin-lipped self.

"You're doing it again," Nagato interrupted his inner musings once more.

It was beginning to annoy Itachi. He enjoyed a heavy dosage of internal monologue every once in a while, and when he didn't get it, he would be cranky (not that Uchiha's get cranky, ever).

"I'm thinking very importantly here, Nagato. Please keep you opinions to yourself," Itachi snapped.

Nagato only offered a chilling smile, "Yes, I did notice that. If that vein protruding from your forehead was any indication, I'd say you were about to bust a blood vessel."

Itachi pursed his lips into a fine line and glared heatedly at the man who sat on the couch. Only Nagato would have the galls to actually talk back to him in such a way.

It's wonder why he put up with it, but he supposed it was refreshing to have someone not cower before him all the time.

They were currently in Itachi's office of the Uchiha Corps. And the not-so-young businessman was being confined to his work.

If it were up to him though, he would be out there with Kisame as of now, hunting his brother's tracks.

Unfortunately, Nagato had forbidden his participation in the search.

Now Itachi was not afraid of Nagato by any means, he just knew when to not step into a pile of shit when he saw one. His personal assistant was honestly a piece of work when he was angry. More so than him, and that was something to talk about.

"How much longer must I stay here?" Itachi inquired impatiently.

He was so bored (not he would say that out loud, Uchiha's were never bored, it was beneath them).

And the only thing that stopped him from jumping out of his chair, and running for the door were the pictures on his desk, and the frequent pings that came from his phone.

Kisame was to update him every 15 minutes about the mission. It would have been every minute if someone didn't forbid that too.

"So long as you have duties of a president to uphold, you'll be here for sometime," Nagato finally said after some moments of silence.

He wasn't looking at Itachi though, opting to scan through the tablet on his lap. Itachi frowned at this, and slumped over his desk.

It wasn't a un-Uchiha-ish out of character slump (because Itachi refused to admit that he occasionally, and only in private, slipped into deplorable behavior) it was just a slump.

"Look, you have a meeting in 10 minutes," Nagato said.

He stood up from his seat, tablet still in hand, and occupying his divided attention. Itachi only snorted before starting to lightly bang his table on the desk.

"Honestly," Nagato began as he looked up and refrained from rolling his eyes when they landed on Itachi. "Quit acting like a petulant child, and behave like an adult. You have responsibilities—"

"But my adorable, baby is in the hands of a sexual monster. He may be manhandled this very second!" Itachi snapped (more like wailed, but Uchiha's don't wail).

"Last I recall, Naruto wasn't one to be of a sexual nature. He was always honest and pure, a bit naïve actually. Not too bright as well," Nagato said.

Placing a finger on his chin, he's frowned, "To be honest, he was more of a wimp as far as I saw. If anybody should be worried about it should be him, not Sasuke."

Itachi grunted in annoyance, lifting his head up, and glaring on full at Nagato. He absolutely did not like what Nagato was implying about his precious brother.

"Are you saying Sasuke is…is…impure?" he barely whispered, eyes narrowing as Nagato titled his head further to side, rubbing his chin.

"Yes…I believe that is what I am saying," Nagato shrugged, "I'm not surprised you don't see it, even though I blind could tell from a mile a while that Sasuke is a complete sexual deviant."

"What?"

"I even suspect that Sasuke most likely initiated the relationship with Naruto. Naruto has always been the gullible type, for instance his brother tricked him into eating squirrel feces by telling him they were Raisinets.

If you ask me, Naruto most likely had been duped into something that Sasuke suggested. Had no idea what he was getting into because he has never been one to back from a challenge, and found himself thoroughly debauched by the end of the day."

And Nagato didn't stop there. For the entire 10 minutes prior to Itachi's meeting, Nagato continued on with his theories of how Sasuke "supposedly" pursued his cousin and the more he went on, the more explicit the details became.

It was safe to say, said Uchiha was sputtering protests of defense to the accusations of his baby brother, while at the same time trying not to get hard at thinking of all the naughty things Nagato said Sasuke was most likely doing with Naruto.

Things Sasuke should be doing with him instead.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

The screeching sound came from inside a small, two-story house. This house had a nice picket fence, in your good ol'unoriginal neighborhood.

Of course, this neighborhood, with its many suburban families could have done without the owner of house, 2356 S. Rasengan Ave.

"Oh my God! What part of no do you not fucking understand?" said a very male, and very disturbed voice.

Much more composed than before, and equipped with the tall-tell signs of anger. Inside the nice home lived a humble kindergarten teacher by the name of Uzumaki Naruto.

The man was a sweet, loving man who often could be seen walking his dog, Jiraiya, or gardening in his backyard with his pet toad, Gamabunta (Bun-Bun, for short).

However, this usually kid-loving, peace-loving, animal-loving individual was now a fire-breathing, hotheaded, and angry little man (and yes, he was little for a man as he barely shot pass 5'7").

"I said, no, you bastard!"

Some glass shattering, wood splintering sounds were heard. There were several curses that came about as well before a thump, thump, thump and then momentary silence.

For a moment, the old couple that lived next door, Utatane Koharu and her husband Mitokado Homura who were currently hedging their front, thought that the worse might have happened.

"ARRGH! YOU BASTARD!"

And then the ruckus started up again. The old couple went back to their business, ever mindful though of the loud noises coming from next door.

Koharu-san remembered the first time she had heard the loud shouts, and heard the tall signs of things being thrown around. It was nearly three years ago that she remembered dialing 911.

What a spectacle it was, when they cops came blundering through at the word that Koharu-san had thought someone was being murdered next door at 2356.

Not much crime ever occurred in the small suburb, so it was no surprise that almost every neighbor had filed out of their house to see several cop cars haphazardly parked on Uzumaki's lawn.

Then in the next instant, a tall, dark-haired (and very naked might she add) male was tumbling out of the house, a bag thrown at his head, and all the cops that were hiding behind open doors, guns raised and ready, nearly fainted.

Who would have thought that the youngest heir of Uchiha Corps. was involved in a rather, scandalous affair with an older male. Who would have thought that Uzumaki was such a perverse man?

Preying on younger men.

Which brought her to recall the next thing that happened which was policeman after policeman tearing into Uzumaki's house, while the few that stayed behind tried to comfort the frightened Uchiha.

So out comes a shorter, tan male (not as naked, but only in boxers) cuffed, and slapped with a charge of sexually assaulting a minor amongst many other charges the police were shooting off.

Shaking her head though, Koharu-san never really understood the relationship between Uzumaki and the youngest Uchiha.

The boy was apparently 19 now, and back then when Uzumaki arrested, the Uchiha had some how charmed Uzumaki's charges away, and managed to settle the matter out on the front lawn of 2356 in a manner of minutes.

That boy was definitely the one who started their relationship (whatever it was), and was definitely the less innocent of the two.

"GET AWAAAAAAAAY!"

There was a loud squeal, then a thump, and then another squeal before it became silent.

Koharu-san blinked a couple of times as she turned and glanced at the second story of 2356. She supposed the game of cat and mouse was finally done and over with.

"When do you think he's going to finally stop fighting him?" said her husband, Homura-san. "You'd think he'd learn by now since they go through the same thing everyday, and the little fellow always loses."

Koharu-san blushed and scowled at her husband, "What goes on in that house is none of our business, Homura. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"But, Koharu-koi, Uzumaki-san makes enough noise to be a porn—"

"Don't you dare say it!"

"But—"

"I haven't heard any licentious noises and I will not—"

"OHHH SASSS"

At this, Koharu-san froze, her face rivaling the color of her flowers that hung in a pot on her porch. Homura-san offered her a snarky look before grinning like a mad man.

"Honey," he purred (or well tried to), and sauntered over to his wife, dropping his bush clippers.

"How about I go take my blue pill, and we get up to no—"

"You insufferable, old coot!" Koharu-san shouted before flinging her little shovel at her husband and storming inside.

Yes, Koharu-san could say she was use to the on goings of house numbered 2356, but at the same time she didn't like it one bit. Especially since three weeks ago when the Uchiha decided to suddenly move in and life for her had turned from simplistic and quiet to hell in a matter of seconds.

It was if they're sexual escapades in house 2356 was rubbing off on everyone else.

This would make attempt number 13 that her husband, Homura-san, tried and failed to get her into bedding him.

"Ahhh…nggh…" Naruto moaned wantonly as the hands below him worked their magic.

He refused to open his as and refrained himself from grimacing when he felt a cool tongue lick all the chocolate goodness that was smeared on his chest.

"You fucker," Naruto breathed.

Sasuke only chuckled before his mouth moved across chocolate covered, tan skin, torching the cells underneath and then said mouth latched onto a whipped cream smeared nipple.

"Nnngghhh…. Damn you…and…your…stupid kinks-AH" Naruto gasped.

Not that he'd admit it, but he was slowly breaching cloud nine with the way Sasuke's hand worked his hard, weeping cock in a fury of strokes. The other hand was sneakily engaging in probing his still stretched and sore entrance.

They had done it at least three times since they woke up that day, and it was pissing Naruto off. Yet somehow, someway, Sasuke would get the upper hand, and Naruto would find himself being pounded into oblivion once again.

"Fuck," Naruto cursed when those wonderful fingers slithered away.

"Fuck is right, dobe," Sasuke said after removing his mouth from Naruto's swollen, and abused nipple.

It was then that Naruto had opened his blue eyes just in time to see Sasuke lewdly lick his lips, removing any traces left of the Nutella and whip cream he had just lavished on.

And to say in the very least, it fucking turned Naruto on.

Why was he blessed and cursed with such a hot, sex manic boyfriend?

Before Naruto could think more on that, he was jolted from his thoughts by a swift, hard thrust. He arched his back and mouth opened wide to let out a pleasured filled scream.

Oh, if the neighbors didn't know what was going on already, they'd know now.

Sasuke didn't even waste time to let Naruto adjust and began drilling his for oil, thrusting quick and hard into Naruto's lethal body.

Naruto barely could get a grip on his computer desk in the office room of his home.

His students' horrible scrawled homework was strewn all over the floor, objects laid about broken from their previous quarrel. Naruto wouldn't lie when he said that angry sex was good.

It was fucking awesome.

"Nnngghhh, harder, Sasuke!" Naruto moaned.

And thankfully, Sasuke seemed to have decided against his usually, 'Make-Naruto-Beg-For-It' routine, and began thrusting harder.

In and out, in and out, the sounds of skin slapping skin echoed in Naruto's ears. He leaned back further, moving his arms behind him to grip the table, and arching when Sasuke finally hit that wonderful spot inside him.

"OHHH SASSS"

It wasn't much longer before Naruto found himself shooting his load, and white exploding across his field of vision.

His muscles contracted, and he could barely hear Sasuke's own appreciative moan as he came inside Naruto, heavily.

He was screaming to loud to even hear himself.

As they finally started coming down from their sexual high, Naruto made due note to beat the crap out of Sasuke for making him destroy his office room.

Although it was his fault for flinging things at Sasuke in the first place, he justified that it was Sasuke's fault for making him fling those things in the first place.

"Teme…" Naruto finally said after he could breath properly.

The Uchiha grunted in response, slumped over Naruto's body. Naruto tried to push the younger male off him, but he ended up sliding his hands down a sweaty chest.

"I'm going to kill you later," Naruto said as if it were something of a simple matter, "And if I find a ounce of come on any of my students papers, I'm going to resurrect you, and then kill you again."

Sasuke snorted, leaning back to look into Naruto's half-lidded, blue eyes.

It was then, only a minute later that he was pulling out of Naruto, and running out of the room like a bat out of hell.

There were varying levels of Naruto's anger and Sasuke knew when it was time for him to hid in the 'man cave' till the cost was clear. And that cave just so happened to be Homura-san's backyard shed, which actually hid a nifty bunker he had underground.

Surprisingly, Sasuke found that the old fool was a pretty cool dude to hang around, especially when Naruto was in one of his moods.

The Next Day—

Sasuke was fairly sure he was dreaming. Then again, considering the circumstances, he should say he was having a nightmare. A terrifying and unrelenting nightmare that would just never end, never stop.

It was most definitely Naruto's form of revenge on him. Karma was coming back to bite him in the butt for the sake of his blonde lover.

"Oi, hand me that over there."

Sasuke scowled at the person wedged next to him. He was cramped inside the Kindergarten toy closet with the last person he had wanted to deal with (not including Itachi).

Inuzuka Kiba and he were in a rather strange predicament that Sasuke just wanted someone to slap him awake from.

"You get it." He snarled.

"I would if I could get my arm over your fat, ugly head!"

Honestly, Sasuke didn't see why he had to suffer with this oaf. Kiba was the one who had started everything, instigated the stupid little riot, and he should be the one tormented by it all. Yet somehow, Sasuke, per usual (when it came to things involving certain idiots), would be at the wrong place at the wrong time and be dragged into the fray.

He relented though. Kiba might actually know a way to get out of the closet, which was the only thing Sasuke was really concerned with. So he reached over to grab the object Kiba so desired.

"What the fuck is this?" Sasuke asked once he handed the toy to Kiba.

The man just smirked at him before cracking the door of the closet ever so quietly, and peering out into the classroom.

"Bait, man, bait."

Before Sasuke could even ask what on earth he meant by that, Kiba immediately slammed the closet door wide open, garnering the attention of 25 Kindergarteners, and flinging the object across the room.

The little five year olds watched in awe as a cute stuffed, fluffy brown bear went sailing through the air, landing on the opposite side of the room. Not a moment too soon, and children went screeching and running towards the toy.

"That's are cue to run for it." Kiba said though it wasn't necessary.

Sasuke had put two and two together before the stuffed animal went flying, and was already out of the room. Kiba barely kept up with the young Uchiha.

"Jackass, you could've waited for me." Kiba yelled from behind Sasuke.

The Uchiha only offered a grunt, and if Kiba understood Uchiha language, he'd know it meant that Sasuke didn't give a flying fuck.

Rounding the corner into another hall, Sasuke and Kiba took a breather, slumping on lockers and clutching their knees. It wasn't such a great idea though as eerie battle cries could be heard from down the hall.

The bait only lasted for few seconds.

"You've got to be fucking me," Sasuke grounded, eyes wide as he heard the sounds of little footsteps coming closer.

Kiba swallowed, "Oh shit, we better run for—"

A flash of red hair appeared before them, green-menacing eyes that belonged to a kid with a yellow hoodie, and off-white shorts glared harshly at them. Hands on hips, the little boy's brown boating shoes made a disturbing tapping rhythm on the floor.

"Think you can get away?" the boy asked.

Sasuke returned the kid's glare full force and was half tempted to pick the kid up, and chuck him down the other hallway. Kiba, on the other hand, paled and was looking everywhere for an escape route. More kids came though, and began to form a barricade around them.

"Look, runt, I don't know what's your little problem, but get out of my way," Sasuke said.

He leveled the kid with an even more chilling look. He refused to be threatened by some munchkin that barely could pass for a three year old. This kid had no idea who he was messing with. He was an Uchiha for crying out loud! A fucking Uchiha who got what he wanted, whenever he fucking wanted it.

And what he wanted right now was to—

"I know what you're thinking," the little red head said tauntingly. "You're thinking about hitting me, you thinking about how you're so tough and all that stupid stuff adults think they could do, well you better think twice. If you do anything to me, I'll tell on you."

Sasuke let out a dark chuckle, "Oh, I'm so scared. Let me go cry to my mommy."

The boy's face-hardened well aware that Sasuke was mocking him.

"Yo, duck-butt, I wouldn't taunt the kid if I were you." Kiba hissed, but the moment he spoke, a kid standing behind him poked him in the back with a yard stick in his hand.

"What the heck?" Kiba snapped as he turned to look at the small child.

"Don't talk unless Gaara-kun says you can," the kid said, his pale eyes narrowing.

Sasuke rolled his eyes as Kiba only could gape like a fish at the kid who continuously prodded him with the yardstick.

"It's fine, Neji-kun," the redhead (AKA Gaara-kun) said.

Smiling though, he fancied Sasuke with a 'You-Are-Some-Stupid-Shit' look and crossed his little arms over his chest.

"You sure you shouldn't be scared right now." Gaara continued.

Sasuke smirked before squatting down so he really could be at the kid's level.

"What could a little shit like you do to me?" he challenged.

Gaara's smile only served to stretch further before he turned around, and pushed through his little posse.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he watched the kid start walking calmly down the opposite hall. At the end of the hall, Sasuke was well aware that the doors to the playground were there and currently the 1st graders and 2nd graders were having their recess.

Gaara turned back slightly, cocking his head to the side and giving Sasuke the most devious look that a five year old could ever make.

It was then, as the child began to open his mouth that Sasuke realized he had just stepped in shit and was about to be buried in it.

"NARUTO-SENSEI! TASUKETE!" the child screeched at the top of his lungs, before hi-tailing it towards the double doors of the playground.

And that just so happened to be where Naruto was.

"Shit!" Sasuke scowled as he knocked little brats like bowling pins out of his way.

"Stop him, guys," Neji, the one with the yardstick, hollered before also indicating a pudgy finger towards Kiba. "And take this poopy head down!"

Battle cries emerged from the wannabe hoodlums, and Kiba let out a startling scream as they began to climb over him and start taking loads of play-doe from their pocket, and stuff it into the man's mouth.

The other children charged after Sasuke as he bounded for Gaara, narrowly missing him when Gaara slipped out the door, and unfortunately, Sasuke slammed face first into it.

Battle cries thus receded as the tall Uchiha staggered back before fall on his ass, out cold.

"Well that was easy," one child said.

Neji pushed past them and looked down at Sasuke's now bloody handsome face, and poked his poor head with the stick.

"The beast has been taken down!"

Cheers erupted from the little ones before Neji gestured to them. "Calm down, my fellow classmates, fate is with us today. We need to tie them up—"

A child shot up his hand, preventing Neji from talking, and insistently waved it. Sighing, Neji nodded to the kid to talk.

"Yes, Ino-chan?"

The girl with bright blue eyes, jumped up and down excitedly. She threw up her hand that held a pink marker in it, and gestured wildly with it.

"After we tie them up, can we color on their faces?" Ino chirped.

This seemed to cause a rumble of agreement and discussion as the other five year olds looked to Neji for an answer.

The boy frowned at first, looking between Sasuke's unconscious body and the squirming idiot down the hall who was now securely tied down by roped shoelaces.

"Alright, I suppose it's okay, but first, let's get them into the secret room before the other teachers find us out here!"

Cheers erupted once more, before a couple of children came down the hall with a trolley. It took many efforts of course to push the two men onto to the trolley, especially with Kiba trying to resist.

However, they managed it, and were bounding down the hallway, chanting small mantras of victory.

The only thing Kiba could do is pray that someone would find him.

"I know he's cheating on you. He just screams cheating asshole." Sakura barked from her side of the table.

Naruto, on the other hand, couldn't help but role his eyes. This was the conversation he had heard almost every fucking day of his life since working at Konoha Elementary.

"I'm sure he's just a little busy. I mean the with the way the economy is—"

"Excuses, excuses," Sakura brushed off.

At this point, Naruto scowled at Sakura before patting a firm hand on TenTen's back. The poor girl would come to school and Sakura would jump on her the moment she could about how her boyfriend was a 'man-whore'.

It was plainly obvious to Naruto that Sakura was jealous that TenTen even caught the attention of said 'man-whore' and was dating him.

It was the same way when Sakura had found out about his relationship with Sasuke

"Leave her alone, Sakura-chan. She's been through a previous tough relationship and now she's finally found a nice guy. Quite making it seem like he's douchebag number 23." Naruto said.

Sakura offered him a sneer, "Sorry that some people have a more realistic view of the world. How's pedophilia going for you anyway?"

Naruto refused to fall for her taunt, and he had gotten enough remarks from his other colleagues. The fact still remained that Sasuke was a legal adult as of two years ago (disregard their one year of…not being legal) and therefore his and Sasuke's relationship was completely acceptable.

"It's going well actually. You should try it some time you know, dating younger men. Then again, with your eggs getting dusty down there, those young fellas might not be so interested."

TenTen could only gap at Naruto while Sakura's face reddened. Naruto flashed her a cheeky grin before pulling up from the table, and walking off.

He honestly couldn't stand the pink-haired woman, but unfortunately he had recess duty with her and TenTen this week. He would much rather be watching over his Kindergartners instead though.

However, thanks to Lee breaking his leg last week while trying to show an overzealous amount of youthfulness by climbing the newly installed, extremely odd-looking monkey bars, he had to be shuffled over onto recess duty.

Then there was the fact that Naruto never liked to leave his class in anyone's care but his own. It was a well-known fact that Naruto's teaching style was completely different from everyone else's.

Speaking of which, Naruto wondered how his young lover was doing watching the children. He'd usually ask Sai but the other male had to make it to a doctor's appointment.

Which led Naruto to his other thought, where the fuck was Kiba?

He had sent the moron a little over thirty minutes ago to check on Sasuke, and return back to fill him in on whether the Uchiha was okay or not.

"I guess if you want something done, you better do it yourself…" Naruto grumbled under his breath.

For a few more moments, Naruto stood while watching and listening to the children scream and laugh with glee while playing. That was when, from his peripheral vision, he saw the school doors open and a little redhead come running his way.

Turning on his heel quickly, Naruto kneeled down just in time to catch the little fireball into his arms.

"Gaara-kun, what are you doing out here?" Naruto asked.

The small redheaded shyly looked up and gave Naruto a cute little frown. Naruto inwardly warmed at the sight. Though concerned, he still couldn't help but find any of the expressions that Gaara would make extremely cute.

"It's terrible, Naruto-sensei. Just terrible," Gaara cried.

Naruto blinked before frowning, "What did Sasuke do?"

Gaara mentally smirked as he watched Naruto's eyes narrow as he began to recant the horrid tales of the evil 'Dr. Duck-butt', and his sidekick 'Doggy-boy Wonder'.

All the while, Naruto absorbed every sugarcoated lie that Gaara was feeding him. He nearly busted a blood vessel when the kid was down before hefting the child into his arms, and standing up abruptly.

"Come on, Gaara," Naruto said, "I'll deal with this personally. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Gaara offered Naruto a small smile, "It's okay, sensei, I'm just glad I was able to get to you."

On that note, Naruto began to walk towards the school, not even bothering to let the other two teachers know he was leaving. It wasn't a big deal really, honestly didn't need him to watch the kids.

Although, as Naruto neared the doors and opened them, he couldn't help but get the weird feeling he was being watched.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder at the fenced off street, he frowned but then brushed it off. He had more important things to worry about, such as a damn, asshole of a boyfriend who was terrorizing his students.

He should have known better to leave children with Sasuke of all people.

"This is so lame, un," Deidara said from his seat next to Kisame.

Kisame, on the other hand, refrained from rolling his eyes. It wasn't like he found this any more exciting then his blonde partner.

"I don't get why we have to spy, yeah." He continued, "Why can't we just leave the little 'Chiha be?"

"Are you serious?" Kisame asked as he turned to look incredulously at Deidara.

The blonde shrugged his shoulders, "So you saying you wanted to stalk this blonde fella?"

The binoculars in Kisame's hand suddenly felt heavier than they were. He wanted to punch Deidara right about now, but he supposed reporting that to Itachi would not be good.

"Listen," Kisame started. "I don't like doing this anymore than you do, but Itachi-san wants us to do it. Nagato ordered us to. So whether either of us want to or not, we are stuck."

"Unless you've got the balls to tell Itachi-san to shove it up his pale ass."

Deidara made a face at Kisame before crossing his arms. He would admit that he was little crazy (not as crazy-assed as Hidan though). But he was smart enough to know when not to cross Uchiha Itachi. Any little thing could set the man off if last week was any indication.

"Fine, just…" Deidara frowned as he looked over Kisame. "He's heading back inside."

Kisame blinked before turning backing, and then looking into his binoculars, "Yeah he is, must be something since he's got a kid in his arms."

"So far we have yet to spot little 'Chiha, ya known, un," Deidara said. "We've only got that picture to indicate he's been here, but even then, it didn't really look like him, yeah."

What Deidara said was true. They hadn't seen Sasuke for a week, and they were beginning to wonder if he was really here at all. Maybe the blonde had no relation to the Uchiha after all?

Kisame pursed his lips.

He didn't waste his time sitting and smelling like sweaty socks, and ruining his car with hotdog wrappers and ketchup stains. Sasuke was there, in that school, he just knew it.

"It'll only be a matter of time."

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