Come All Ye Faithful chapter two

Sasuke Uchiha sat on his little 'office chair' in a daze. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

His family was dead? How? When did it happen?

'Why?'

Sasuke tried to digest what this person, a policeman, was telling him. His parents were dead, along with most of his relatives? His big brother was in jail? The family business was all but gone?

Now, Sasuke wasn't an average six year old, he was somewhat of a genius, if the kindergarten teachers were right. But he was still just a child, and had a minimal grasp of the concept of death, so he was confused.

"When can I see Momm- I mean, Mother and Father again?" He had to remember to use proper grammar if he ever wished to make his parents pleased with him.

'Poor kid. He doesn't understand… Sigh. It's times like this that I hate this job.'

Officer Hayate was extraordinarily depressed. He had to explain to a six year-old boy that he would never see his parents in this life again.

Hayate Gekkou was not a religious man. In fact he was a self-proclaimed atheist, but he still had that small part of his mind that insisted on the existence of Heaven.

'Of course, if there is a Heaven, then there is a Hell. Of course in that case, the boy still might never see his parents again.'

Hayate cursed his philosophical tendencies. He was so caught up in his musings that he had stopped talking, and the boy was looking at him strangely.

"Listen … Sasuke" He grimaced at almost forgetting the boy's name. "Your parents, you will never see them again. They are dead." The sickly man silently prayed to – whoever was up there – that Sasuke would understand what he was saying.

"… Dead?" Sasuke had an unidentifiable look on his face, almost like he was trying out the taste of this mysteriously ominous word. "What do you mean?"

Hayate resisted the urge to break down in tears at his predicament.

Itachi Uchiha sat in his temporary cell, trying to sort through the day that seemed more like an instantaneous myriad of conflicting impressions, rather than an orderly sequence of events.

Itachi mentally kicked himself. As if today had been anywhere near orderly.

'Is Shisui really… dead?' Though Itachi prided himself in being one of the smartest people alive, he wasn't doing any better than Sasuke, at understanding what happened.

'Okay Itachi, let's be rational. I remember getting in an argument with Shisui… but what where we arguing about?'

Flashback

"I am telling you Itachi, Kurenai is SO better looking than Anko." Shisui Uchiha waved his arms, as if doing this would help his argument.

"And I am telling you, Shisui, that Anko, although not as physically attractive as Kurenai, makes herself more desirable with the use of psychological infatuation." Itachi said, all the while, staring heatedly at Shisui.

"By which you mean, she wears skimpy outfits."

End Flashback

Ah yes, they were arguing about who was more lay-able. Itachi blushed at recalling his childish argument.

'But, how did it get so, bad?'

Itachi Uchiha was very confused.

"Look, I am telling you, Santa can get us a family!" The little blonde boy saying this pouted at the older, brown haired boy he had come to know as a brother.

"Naruto. I'm telling you, don't expect Santa to bring you a family. You will just be disappointed." The brunette crossed his arms.

Naruto Uzumaki and Iruka Umino were orphans. They had grown close after there third year at the orphanage, they were the only kids orphaned by the terrorist attacks that still hadn't gotten adopted. This common denominator was the basis for their unshakable friendship.

Despite the fact that by now, Iruka was nearly nineteen, he had been handicapped when the boiler in the old orphanage had exploded, making him unfit to work. He had given up use of legs, and most of his motor functions to save Naruto from certain death.

Since then, they had become inseparable.

Thanks for reading. I can't believe I've already got this chapter done. Oh well, R&R, everybody!