So my little duckies, do you like my badly written story along with it's partially thought out plot?

Disclaimer: Yo peeps, I ain't gonna lie, Naruto ain't mine and I would tell you who it belongs to but, really, to tell the truth, I don't know.

Sooooo. Sorry I haven't been writing? I decided to dedicate this chapter to Na No Wri Mo (National Novel Writing Month :P es November) Cool for you, I suppose... I'm so stressed out and yet I'm doing this rather unproductive activity because I'm a fucking angel. Don't you see my halo above my horns? [PS I wrote this at the beginning or November... it's not really the beginning of November anymore... I blame school.]

Oh... also, I've been changing my ka-name (do you every feel the strong urge to put ka's at the beginning of words that start with "n?" I blame ka-now[know]...) a lot... I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience... I'm an indecisive little brat. Forgive meh?

Chapter 2

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-- wait. So you're trying to tell me you turned Naru into a demon?" The lower lid of his eye twitched slightly and a small, disbelieving laugh rolled from his mouth while his right eyebrow lifted in confusion.

"No. I didn't turn 'Naru' into a demon." His fine lips fell to a scowl as he crossed his arms an leaned back into the cushioned seat. "That makes it sound like I did it on purpose. It wasn't even remotely my fault!" Kyuubi narrowed his golden eyes to gaze sternly at the man in front of him, who scoffed at his (Kyuu's) statement. (AN: Was that confusing? I'm sorry if it was...) "I'm serious, I couldn't do anything to stop it. If you want to blame anyone blame little 'Naru's' stupid father, who apparently can't even seal a demon correctly." Childishly pouting he collapsed into the green cushions of the chair after shooting Tanaka a heated glare.

"We aren't here to place blame." Tanaka took a condescending glance at Kyuu as he spoke these words (ignoring the cold glare sent toward him in return) before settling more comfortably in his chair behind his desk. Placing his elbows upon the wood surface he perched his chin upon his hands. "So explain this to me again, how did this happen?" he signed, snobbishly.

"Hey! Don't act like you're the mature one here. You were placing the blame first!" His eyes narrowed as they met with Tanaka's brown ones, neither willing to back down until Kyuu's golden eyes overcame the childishness, rolling as he fell back into the chair once again. "Well this all started because of that seal. It had countless flaws, though the biggest one was that it didn't completely seal me away. I understand why though, it would have taken numerous trails to find a way to seal even half of my power." he smirked with pride before snorting, "But because of that my Chakra was constantly moving through Naruto's body as he grew up, this altered the way his cells grew eventually mutating them into something neither human or demon, probably what you would call a 'half-demon.'" A sorrowful sign left him as he leaned forward to place his elbows on the arms of the chair. "That wasn't the only problem: because the Chakra was always moving from me to him (and visa versa) the seal began to wear away until eventually it just, crumbled and I here I am."

Both of them stared at the other, lost in thought. Kyuu's eyes wandered to the light that filtered in from the window behind Tanaka, illuminating all of the dust that floated through the air. In an odd way it was relaxing; something calming; just by gazing at it nothing else existed. The birds from outside faintly sang to one another, playing, dancing. It was rather grotesque, the concept that the world will still move on even when everything seems to be troubling. Whipping his head back to Tanaka in the realization that he (Tanaka) had been talking to him; Tanaka's words began to turn from a blur of sound into each articulated word. "Ehhh, What?" was Kyuu's intelligent reply. (A/N: I realize that was completely pointless, but I'm going for quantity... Maybe I shouldn't?)

Shooting Kyuubi a frustrated glare he took a deep breath, "I said: what are the side effects?" The blank stare that was returned from Kyuu made him roll his eyes in irritation, "Of Naru-chan becoming a 'half demon,' the side effects." Kyuu's countenance melted into an expression of understanding as his mouth opened up into an "o."

"Well..." The smile that swept over his face revealed nearly all his teeth, Tanaka leaned in closer with anticipation. "I don't know." He was still smiling, it seemed as if he was sure every problem in the world would be fixed if he kept his smile glowing. The brunette's reaction wasn't quite the same, if anything the smile seemed to worsen the entire commodity.

"What?!" Each syllable was that tick of a time bomb, the 't' harshly spitting from his mouth. "How do you not know what the side effects are?" Kyuu shrank back into the chair, hoping, pleading to disappear into the gross green fabric. Though as he did he suddenly became aware of all the sick patients who would sit on him and wipe their germs across the small weaves of the green chair, in this mindset he rose, again, into a straight posture and prepared to defend himself.

Taking a deep breath, he began, "And how would I know the side effects?" Tanaka moved to answer, though was cut off (apparently unaware that it was a rhetorical question,) "This has never happened before."

"But there are plenty of half demons out there, right? This must have happened before!?" The anger crept more violently into his voice trying to explode, and coming close to that goal.

"No, those half demons weren't ever created this way. They were all 'made' genetically. Ya' know, one parent is a demon, the other a human. And (to correct you) there aren't plenty of half demons in the world, considering demons hate humans and humans fear demons. Most demons can barely stomach the idea of coming in contact with one of you, let alone love one. We hate humans, and they fear us, that's how it's always been, excluding those few couples who 'love.'" scoffing out each acid word.

"How are we suppose to find a solution then? Naruto could die from this- this- whatever and you don't seem to realize that!" Each word increased the distress, the frantic motions, it was as if everything was falling apart. The worry was killing him, slowly eroding away at all the sanity he had left. Naruto: perhaps just another charity case, but at the same time he seemed to be more than that. It wasn't as cliché as "the younger brother he never had" but the feeling for him was strong, though it was all probably pity for a lonely child who never had anything but the rock bottom he'd hit, and yet, was still sinking. The last time he had seen him—he never thought it could get any worse.

"Tch. Don't act like you're the only one (if one at all) who cares, human." The word flung from his mouth, as if it belonged to everything detestable, something neither gods nor devils would accept. "Naruto..." glancing downward to hide his softening eyes, "is the only human—perhaps only creature—that I have ever cared about," his eyes raised; pointed, hateful, filled with a radiance of disgust, "Don't ever try to doubt me. I'm not human, I don't lie." A deep shudder of fear shook through Tanaka's body, his eyes grew wide and a whimper escaped him as he began to shrink back, away from the demonic presence that swirled through the room heavily and probably through the hospital as well. "Heh," all the pressure dispersed in a sudden moment, "This isn't helping. The fact that I hate you (AN: I would like to recognize this moment in time, because I have just realized that Kyuu's feelings for Tanaka change abruptly in this paragraph. If you noticed this and feel like I didn't seem to know, I know. And if you're wondering why I haven't edited any of the parts before this moment to stay consistent with the plot, the reason is simple: it would be a shit load of work and wouldn't be worth it. This long commentary makes it hard to read the story doesn't it? :P) remains the same whether we work together, or not. I—"

This was Kyuubi, the king of demons, and yet that fact seemed to just... flutter away. Tanaka couldn't stand it, being told so blatantly that he didn't care for Naruto the most, or that he was so hated for no real reason. It didn't occur to him that he hardly knew Naruto, or that Kyuu had every reason to hate every human that ever graced the earth—it was just his opinion. The words ran from his mouth, uncontrollably, "Then why work with me at all!" no respect, no understanding, the words just let loose.

"Heh. That's what I hate about humans." Kyuu had stopped to gaze sternly upon this weak human. His eyes wandered coldly to fixate on the distant window, "They care so much for this 'image,' that is just that: an image. You humans fluff up your lives with worthless morals, always trying to mold a perfect mask to hide your 'distorted' face. This mask of yours is uglier than your face could ever be. Not only that, but these 'morals' of your destroyed him..." A distressed look crossed Kyuu's face, his eyebrows creased, trying to understand and his mouth frowned in distaste. "But this has nothing to do with anything." His sharp eyes moved directly to Tanaka; a serious tone; a serious manner. "I need your medical knowledge of humans, that is the only reason I as for help. I'm not doing this for me—it disgusts me to no end (asking for a human's help)—I do this for Naruto's sake, I believe we can both agree on those terms."

Tanaka's dark eyebrows scrunched together, his face downcast in shame. "Yeah," timidly the word tumbled awkwardly out of his defeated mouth. "What do you know about his condition...?" His voice flowed quietly in regret.

"I believe that not much changed from a normal human pregnancy, he is just a male instead of a female. I need you to check the child's development since I'm under the impression that this 'condition' isn't much like a demons (if it was I wouldn't need you.)"

"How far along is he?" Tanaka lifted his knee to position his note pad for a better angle to write, trying to ignore the tension that still lingered.

"Five months." Five very odd months. The first few weeks hadn't been much (if any) different, but slowly he had been showing signs. Morning sickness, cravings, mood swings; they weren't extreme and hardly ever happened but, to make matters worse (if it's a bad thing at all... it was both a blessing an a curse,) Kyuu doubted Sasuke even noticed the changes at all. Even when the small lump started to show. Nonetheless Naruto had been paranoid, feeling that every pair of eyes that laid upon him were mocking him, laughing, scorning. It was a constant roller coaster, much too hectic for Kyuu.

"This would be easier if he were here." The words were aimed more to himself than to Kyuu, but the thought was turned and examined in his mind. Lifting his face, "Why isn't Naru-Naru here? Nothing's wrong, I hope." He thought over his words, "If there was something wrong, wouldn't it be better to bring him along...?"

"No, no. Nothing's wrong, it's just—well—I knew I would be explaining his condition... And how it was possible for him to conceive... I thought it best not to reopen his wounds." His voice became more and more confident; he knew that it wouldn't have been alright to bring Naruto along for this session.

"Wait, I'm confused. Reopen... wounds?" Tanaka's mind scrambled about, trying to make sense of the sentence's meaning.

"Naruto—he is sensitive about being a 'half-demon.'" The red eyebrows creased, "You should already be aware that people have scorned him because I'm a demon." A dumb nod. "Well, people have always said he was the demon, and now... he basically is one. Or... half of one, anyway."

"Well, can't we comfort him in anyway?" Tanaka's perplexed look made Kyuu scoff.

"What? You think that everything can be solved? Everything can end with a nice little 'Happily ever After?' Naruto can make it through this himself." Tanaka's mouth opened to protest. "How do you suppose we go about comforting him? 'Hey, Naruto, it's okay, you're not completely a demon.' Don't you think that would be rubbing in salt?" Kyuu's eye's hardened again. This guy, why don't humans understand that there isn't always and easier path? "Naruto's a big boy (despite his lack of maturity) and he needs to learn to stand by himself. During his time here, away from the glares that cut him down before he can grow, I plan to help him learn that."

Tanaka looked unsure, but Kyuu's face left no room to wiggle. "I... suppose you're right..." Again, a silence engulfed them (it seemed to happen progressively today.) "Hey, um..." Tanaka began to gather his courage to speak again. "S-so, are there any observations of Naru's condition I should know about...?" The words were stuttered and apprehensive and a shy attempt of focusing the conversation on Naruto (rather than on his stupidity.)

"Well... so far it seems that most of his Chakra is being used to protect the fetus, he barely has any left to use on anything else. Basically his vulnerable until the baby is born."

Tanaka's eyes grew with alarm, "Then shouldn't you—or at least someone—be with him right now?"

"He would have enough Chakra to—I don't know—teleport if he were attacked by someone. And besides, I told him he could wander the village and not to leave the walls." His golden eyes drifted to the window, yonder again. A blissful look encompassed his face. "He understands the situation, and he's growing up, I doubt he'll do anything perilous that will possibly endanger him or the child. I trust Naruto."

O.o LOOK!! YOUR FACE o.O

Gently, he laid his fingertips upon the rough bark (if fear of splinters.) Half his face was hidden behind the trunk of the old tree. It brought about an odd topic for contemplation, (a tree? In the Hidden Grass Village?) but that belonged to another day, his sights were focused on the gate a good ten meters from his post. A foxy grin stretched his face and his eyes narrowed as if to enhance his vision. His butt was rested upon his ankles (which were becoming sore from sitting this awkwardly,) as he began to contemplate his next move. Do I fall back? Or can I make it out? Kyuu would be mad if he found out... His grin morphed into a childish pout (could a pout be anything but childish?) If... if he finds out.... Yes, if is good. The thought tempted him to laugh maniacally, but he resisted. He wouldn't be caught now.

Darting to his right he glued his back to the cement wall, looking slyly over his shoulder to the entranceor exit. Mwahaha. Slowly he began to inch to the gap. He could hear the guards talking casually: "Teme? Can you believe it? He named it Teme." and snickers filled the air. A growl nearly escaped his throat when his mouth formed a scowl. Bastards. He glanced over his left shoulder to check the coast (if it was clear) and (after confirming his crystal path) flashed through the gate to the outside world.

q; We will be back to Naruto after this short break ;p

This section may be skipped if you don't feel the urge to read something pointless. (Then again you all must have that urge if you're here...)

His eyes trailed after the young lad. Both his eyebrows creased as his had scratched through his warm black hair. Lowering his hands into his Chunnin jacket he began to sashay over to the booth.

"Hey, Towata." The man with long black hair glanced up. "You saw that kid, right?"

"Yeah--"

"Hey! I saw him too, why do you only ever ask Wa-chan!? I'm reliable too!" The brow haired man shot.

"Akato."

"Yes Wa-chan?"

"Shut up." His eyes followed Akato, waiting for the reaction in amusement.

"Hey! Don't be mean! Ki-chan, make him stop." Whining to their companion.

"Towata," a sigh was necessary to survive, "I feel your pain."

"Jerks!" Akato shifted to his left, away from them, to sit in the corner of the booth. The atmosphere around him seemed to darken with each passing moment. The two men watched him wallow in his misery. Neither making any comforting move.

Eventually the silence broke, "What did you want Kintaka? About the kid."

"Oh, yeah... Um." His voice wandered off, as if he couldn't remember. "Oh! Shouldn't you be concerned? He was acting rather strangely..."

"Nah, kids can be stupid if they want to." He took a glance over at Akato as he spoke the words.

"Hey!"

(A/N: I just thought it was funny that Naruto had been seen even though he was being sneaky. Jajajaja)

q: Have your IQs' dropped enough? :p

The grass was towering. Each strand was nearly as tall as a two-story building and sturdy enough that it wouldn't easily be bent, if one were to be crazy enough to venture through it, as Naruto was doing. Once he had exited the village he had turned forty-five degrees right and started trudging through the grass. It had been fun at first, being like a safari, and gradually the fun a dwindled but he kept pushing forward until he had realized that he was lost. The green blades of grass became nauseating; he would turn right: grass. Left: grass. Back: grass. Forward: grass. He had lost his sense of direction along the way, he wasn't sure whether the village was forward, but he thought if he kept moving, eventually he'd find a clearing?

This terrain was unknown to him. There weren't even trees to climb and look over the land. The grass blades, no matter how sturdy they were, wouldn't hold his weight. Tears prickled the edges of his eyes, tempting him to fall to the ground and cry right there, but he couldn't, he had to keep moving, though he really couldn't tell anymore. (Whether he was actually moving or not.) Everything looked the same, each blade identical to the millions of previous ones.

After wandering around he sat (in a small bald spot he found,) for the sake of his sanity, and tried to remember which way he had come form. The entrance that I left from was south, so if the suns setting? He looked up, not being able to see much, only to see a small hole of blue. The urge to cry increased and his headache intensified. It didn't help that the annoying birds wouldn't shut up, and the wind, and that annoying running water. Stupid water. Naruto curled up, bringing his knees forward to rest his head upon them. Stupid, stupid water. Water... Water! His head shot up as he concentrated on the sound of water.

Hopping up, he began to tumble toward the river (that's what it sounded like. And come on people, what other running water is in the wilderness, a waterfall? Those have a very distinct sound, different from a river; it's a river.) hoping that it resembled the one he was thinking of. Before he had ventured out of the town he had explored the village, and numerous times pass the river that ran straight through the town. (A little too convenient, dontchya think?) It was used primarily for the water (he guessed,) but there had also been watermills built around it.

The source of water hadn't been too far from his sitting area, fifteen meters at the most, and it was nearly as large as the one in town. Never before he water looked so holy. Standing at the rocky edge he sighed in relief before collapsing to the ground. His eyelids closed as he leaned back on his hands to rest his nerves.

Peeling his eyes opened his relaxed gaze wandered the opposite coast. It was covered with rocks, grass beyond that, though something caught his eye. It was black, hung on a particularly big rock, and looked like nothing more than a blob from where he sat. Stumbling up, not taking his eyes from the form, he began amble toward it. The curiosity grew until it was like he was being drawn to it in a trance. The nearer and nearer he got the more the blob began to shape. It was a person. Naruto sped up, hoping he wasn't too late.

"Hey! Are you okay!?" So it wasn't the most ideal statement for this situation. This person obviously wasn't alright, but he felt he needed to speak; it was as if speaking would heal this girl (he assumed so anyway.) Her hair was spread over her back, wet and clinging; her head was placed face-down on the rock; her left arm thrown over it to ensure her stable (so she wouldn't drown.) Naruto sloshed through the water, not minding his sneakers (why would he were those annoying sandals when he didn't have to?) were soaked and awkwardly squishy. Reaching out, he check her pulse. At first he frowned in distress, he couldn't feel the pulse, but he concentrated, focusing only on her, a moment or two passed. There. The pulse was weak, but it was there. It was there.

A small smile crossed his face as he relaxed in relief. He stood there, happy she was alive, gazing at her, his mind blank before he realized that he should take her to the hospital. He bent forward to hoist her right side up to roll her onto rocky land. He jumped back, in surprise? In freight? In hate? And stumbled upon the slipper rocks beneath him, falling onto his butt. The water was cold, and reached his mid torso, but he didn't care. His eyes were fixated upon the girl, laying face up on the shore.

He carefully pushed himself up to a standing position to sneer at the girl. This girl—who wasn't a girl at all—brought about and overwhelming sea of emotions. His mouth opened to form the word, "Itachi," it wasn't particularly distasteful in his mouth, but he felt the obligation to despise it. It held such a bad connotation, how could you not abhor it? He glared, both blue eyes filled with rage, hate, anger.

The moments passed. His eyes grew weary, as if the glare was being forced too much. As if he couldn't glare any longer.

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate... The word was repeated in his head. He was suppose to hate Itachi, with a passion. Hate, hate, hate, hate... Wasn't he? Sasuke had told him, way back when, about the massacre, the parricide, homicide, it was all of those words and more. Itachi was the worst. Itachi was the enemy. Itachi was trying to kill him. And, yet, standing here, glaring at a corpse-like body... The disgust had ebbed away. It was an epiphany. Itachi had always been this figure of pure evil; of endless sin. But there he was, so helpless; so innocent. Itachi can't be all bad.... can he?

Naruto timidly outstretched his hand to touch the pale skin. Immediately his had shot backward at the coldness of the skin. He was more dead than he was alive. Crouching down to hover over the blue-ish face he decided. Naruto decided that letting Itachi die here, so pitifully, so humiliatingly—would never solve anything. He had no right to pass judgment.

(A/N: LOOOOOKKKK! Itachi is in the story.... aren't you all surprised? And, again, I didn't proof-read, so don't hurt me?)