AN: Sorry for the long wait, school just caught up, and as you've probably guessed, this story has a lot of research that goes a long with it, however, if time permits it, it'll be a short 10-15 chapter story, maybe even shorter. Anyway, this chapter doesn't have all I promised, but if you review, than trust me, i'll add it in the third chapter, and i'll add it even sooner. This chapter has been Beta'd by me, no new characters really, just Deidara, the new character's will be in the next chapter, and by new I mean Kishimoto's characters and a little bit of my own. Remember, if you want me to write, I need you to review. I've been breaking my back on some of my stories and I only get one review or none at all, as a writer, I don't appreciate that, at all. If you favorite it or alert it, please take 2 seconds to review it, the more I get the more inspired I get and the faster chapters come.
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Itachi sighed as the familiar nagging blond stood before him, a smug smile on his face and his pose symbolizing trouble. Itachi had no intention of causing trouble with a devout Hitler Youth for many reasons, there was no need for his family to be put under watch due to suspicion, too much was at stake.
So he decided to defend himself with words, making the first move before the German had a chance.
"Don't you have some innocent child to torture?" Itachi spoke calmly, his english perfect, only adding to the growing annoyance harbored by Deidara.
The blonds face ignited with a reddish tint, and his eyes were ablaze. Itachi's cold eyes gazed upon him, and quickly lowered at the assumption that the German before him was attempting to create a comeback that was sure to throw one of his counterparts off edge.
Quickly bowing towards the boy out of respect, as it was customary in his culture, he grasped the hands of the two children standing by his side and quickly made his way to escape.
"I'm not through with you scum yet!" the blond clawed at the shoulder of the form closer to him, angrily pulling back in an attempt to yank his victim to his face.
"What gives!" a cold chill erupted through Itachi's vein at the sound of the voice that had been captured.
Naruto.
Naruto was sure to blow.
Itachi sighed, there were many things that could piss Naruto off, and Deidara being the local bully, most likely knew one of the foolish antics.
Naruto struggled with Deidara as the man attempted to hold him still in front of him, and from the side of Itachi, Sasuke and Sora, his maid, angrily made their way towards the awkward duo.
"Heil!" Deidara spoke sternly. Itachi noticed a sudden change in his character, his previous chidding and bullying demeanor now melted, replaced with a stern and authoritative one at the mention of the word "Heil".
Typical brainwashing.
However, pondering on brainwashing was not going to help the situation now. It was common knowledge to all that a greeting spearheaded by the word, "Heil", was almost certainly to be followed by a response regarding the mortal incarnation of the devil himself, Adolf Hitler.
Many Germans and many German resident's would have been glad to follow up with the appropriate response, but Naruto wasn't like many Germans, not while hiding a gypsy in his basement.
"Fuck you!" he snapped angrily.
A vein on Deidara's head grew, "Heil!" he repeated once more, stern and ready to easily chastise Naruto for his offense.
"Let em go!" Sora shouted angrily as she attempted to run towards the blond. With little effort, he pushed her off, his blue eyes still locked to those nearly identical to his.
"Not until he responds correctly," Deidara replied, his voice tight and dry.
"You're just trying to get under his skin," cooly, Sasuke added, "you've never_"
"Shut it, boy! Don't interfere with matters such as greeting between two Germans! You have no business being here or speaking here!"
Itachi tensed as he noticed a change in Sasuke's calm demeanor. His breathing hitched, his fist curled, and his stance became stiff.
Sora looked like she was ready to pounce as well.
This was all on Itachi, he had to do something, and he had to do so quickly.
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Finger's scrubbed down to the bone, tiles so clean that one could see their reflection, Kushina had been perfecting her entire house the moment Naruto left for school.
Despite the bad company that was sure to arrive, it was a habit of her's to clean the house like the Queen of England was the supposed guest.
Spotless, beautiful and squeaky clean.
Her knees ached and her arms were sore as she continued to scrub across the kitchen floor panting as she moved back and forth, her dress absorbing the water and her long red hair falling out of its bun and unto the floor.
"Perhaps you should take a break," a soothing voice from behind her, "Drink some tea?"
"As soon as i'm done with this section," Kushina breathed tiredly, "i want to floor as clean as it can get. No telling when Kakashi's getting here!"
"Ahh...but it is freshly brewed, a special tea from Japan as well. I'd hate for you to drink it cold," Mikoto insisted, "drink it, i'll clean the floor while you do, i'd just love you to taste it."
Kushina sighed and pushed her sore body from the ground. Mikoto's tea was soothing anyway, and Kushina was close to pulling out her red hair at any moment.
Tea was a good idea.
"Just a short break," Kushina submitted to her friends persistence, and made her way to the table where the tea cups were. Mikoto resumed Kushina's task, down on all fours and hands working at an incredible pace.
Collapsing onto the chair, Kushina blew on the steaming cup, slowly bringing it to her slightly parted lips and allowing a small amount to pour onto her tongue. Careful though, so she wouldn't burn it. The taste was genuine, and Kushina felt herself emerged in it. Pure and thick, almost honey like. It certainly put her at ease, considering the fact that Kakashi would arrive any day now.
Curse Minato and his unconditional kindness, inviting this young man to the house without even consulting his wife.
At least the Uchiha were here to help, they knew Kakashi as well. He went way back with the four of them, but over the years, the younger boy had changed. He'd changed drastically.
"Do you think Kakashi still wears that dreadful mask?" Mikoto asked as she scrubbed the ground, "it's was always an eyesore when he was younger."
Kushina took another sip of her tea," I assume he does. He's not the one to so easily break off of traditions, no matter how...strange they are."
Mikoto giggled, "Just seeing such a large mask on a young boy made it look like the garment was swallowing him up..."
Kushina giggled at the thought of the younger boy emerged in his mask, she also vaguely remembered two others always standing by his side.
There was Obito, a distant relative of Mikoto and Fugaku, and Rin.
Rin, Kushina hadn't known much about her aside, she was very silent and guarded. However, she was certain of Rin's ethnicity, certain that she was of Jewish descent.
She wondered how Rin was now.
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The life of a farmer was a blessing for Minato and his family. Before he was a farmer, before he retired to the countryside, he was drowning in city life. Here though, away from the city that had once served as a concrete jail, away from the constant nagging of his superiors, away from the guilt of contributing greatly to the war, Minato found himself at home, at a safe haven he'd spent years creating for himself, and later his family.
Now, with the arrival of one young man, his family, his safe haven, his escape, they were all jeopardize.
"And you're sure inviting Kakashi over, allowing him to stay with your family was a good idea?" Fugaku Uchiha raised an eyebrow as he plucked weeds in by the fence of the goat farm, "I mean, given the situation with Iruka and all, was it entirely wise to accept his plea?"
Minato sighed as he gently kicked another goat away from him and poured more feed into the bucket, "I couldn't turn him down, not Kakashi...he's special to me."
"Hmm...More special than your own freedom, than the safety of your family and those around you?" though his voice was wheezy and chopped as he continued to roughly yank, Minato could clearly hear the sarcastic tone of his friends voice, as well as the unspoken warning behind it.
"You're secret's safe with us, just like our secret is safe with you," Minato pulled the empty bag of feed away and tossed it to the ground, "I can keep Kakashi at bay, trust me. This'll be easy."
A goat rammed into Minato's backside, angrily making it's way to the feeding bucket. Fugaku sighed as he forced his aching joints up, "Well...he begs to differ."
Even the goat was against him.
"Hey, Fugaku, since you're family is having dinner with us, what do you think about goat as the main entree?"
Though the situation hardly called for it, he was grateful his now heavily burdened friend could still crack such a simple joke.
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"Germany?" Satutobi huffed on his pipe as Iruka stood before him, head lowered and hands knitted together, "Why on earth do you want to go to Germany?"
"It has a good teaching system, and I really want to be a teacher," he replied nervously, "really."
Sighing, Sarutobi adjusted himself on his desk, looking at the job offer that had been sent to Iruka.
"You're of gypsy descent, you'll be given a hard time," Sarutobi offered, "Why not stay here in England with us? Asuma would be upset to see you go, you're like a brother to him you know, and my wife, you're like a doll to her…"
"I know...i just_I want to contribute somehow. You're family's done so much for me, but I want to give it back to the world by doing something i'm good at," Iruka pleaded, " I want to teach."
"And you're certain about going to Germany? Being a gypsy, they will not give you your deserved respect no matter what foster family you come from," Sarutobi advised.
Iruka nodded, a new determination etched onto his features.
"Then i'll arrange your transportation," Sarutobi replied.
It had been years since Iruka had seen his foster family, the Sarutobi, let alone received mail from them. Being in the basement for over a year now, since 1933, it was now 1939. He felt trapped, insane and crazy, Iruka was no longer himself. He clinged to memories that lifted his spirits, memories that kept him alive. Sure, Naruto's presence was enough to encourage him to live, but every day the boy waltzed into the basement, Iruka could only think of how much trouble he could get the family into.
He always told himself that if the guards were to burst through the door and arrest him, Iruka would claim the family had no involvement with him, that he snuck into their house to evade arrest.
Shivering, he brought a hand to his mousy hair. Like most of his body, his once healthy hair was deteriorating. He didn't look at himself anymore when he cleaned himself in the small restroom, he was too scared to see the corpse that would stare back. Slightly above him was the small window that allowed him a glimpse of the outside world, small rays of light shone through them, barely warming the surface of his skin.
He hoped things would get better.
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"Would the Herr like more wine?" the blond haired woman asked as she held the large bottle in her hands. She stood in the doorway of his sleeper car within the train, leaning on the frame and waiting for his answer.
"No, you may leave," he commanded softly, "i'll call for you if I need assistance."
With a small salute, the young girl turned and left, her blond curls bobbled as she did so.
Kakashi sighed as he lay on the makeshift uncomfortable bed provided by the train. It would only be a few more days until he'd be welcomed by the country, by his family.
How he missed Minato, how he missed Kushina...Rin and Obito, the names fluttered in the distance. Hardly did he know those two, the time they'd spent apart had stained their friendship.
It had been years since he'd seen them.
Closing his eye, his mind wandered to his ex-lover, to the brown haired, wide eyed pleasure toy. Again and again he'd reminded himself that their relationship was nothing, meant nothing. Yet, it felt as if a chunk of his heart had been roughly torn out.
He wondered if Yamato was still broken on the bed, crying his heart out.
The mere image stung, and Kakashi shot up from his bed, running out of his sleeper car to flag down the attendant.
He needed more wine.
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It's been aaaaaaaaaageeeeeeeeeess since i've updated, and I know I promised more in this chapter, but I couldn't fit it into all of this. I'll have more insight to Kakashi and Iruka in the next chapter :D You're probably all dying to know whom Deidara's girlfriend is, however, wait patiently and (depending on the feedback) you'll know pretty soon. I know Iruka is a little out of character, and the deeper I get into the story, the more it'll be explained, he's like that for a reason, and depending on the amount of reviews, i'll explain it more. The Uchiha have a secret, what do you think it is? Also, where's Sakura, where's Hinata, where's everyone? Well, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and you'll see in the next chapter. As usual, this was beta'd by me, so any spelling or grammar mistakes be sure to comment on. If you want to to write, I need you to review, so don't forget. Anyway, have a nice week and God bless