Disclaimer: Naruto was never mine sadly.

July 23 was Sasuke's birthday and in the new manga chapter release they announced that they're working on a new Naruto movie that Kishimoto will be involved in, again. I'm soooo excited! OMG in the new color page art Naruto and Sasuke were cowboys, woooh, sexy!

(1)Gaara is family.

(2)Naruto is single.

It was pretty chilly out today, therefore he decided to wear a plain black shirt and fitting jeans. Though it was kind of cold, he was relieved because the weather this summer had been extremely smoldering that he never left the house on his off days. That aside, the day he'd be introduced to his son as his father was finally here and that was another reason he was enjoying today. It had been a very long week to wait.

Sasuke elegantly sipped on the warm tea made for him, gaze scanning the living room. In front of him was white media center furniture that held the flat screen television and on either side of it were two framed pictures on the wall. In the one to the left, Naruto and his son were on the deck of a yacht, a bright sunny day, doing what he referred to as (playful) gangster poses. But the one to the right was more professional looking.

In that one, Naruto was sitting, clad in a brown leather jacket and white shirt with his plush lips pressed into a somewhat flirty smirk. Blue orbs were daringly striking and his tan skin smooth, golden locks settling on his shoulders and some strands falling over one eye. He figured Naruto must have recently cut his hair. He liked it.. longer. It only made the blonde seem more sexy and exotic.

Naruto approached the living room, leaning on the entrance way and looked at Sasuke whom was too busy staring at a photo of him. Rolling his eyes, he slurped up some more ramen noodles. The man requested to come over early so he granted him that.

Upon hearing the slurping sound, the Uchiha snapped out of his daze and took sight of Naruto. "Ramen? In the morning?" He questionably arched a brow. Naruto used his chopsticks to put more noodles from the bowl to his lips.

"Oh please, I don't want to hear it. This is the only time of the day I can eat ramen thanks to Aki." The blonde replied, tone laced with attitude. "He has inherited your annoying habit of scolding me for eating ramen all the time. Now, I would like to eat my ramen in peace, without a lecture." Beef flavored noodles slurped passed his lips and he chewed happily.

Sasuke set his cup of tea down on the coffee table and picked up one of the treats Naruto made himself off his plate. He took a bite, a little powdered sugar on his lips and his eyes grew wide. His taste buds, as of now, were dancing and throwing a festival on his tongue. It was heavenly!

But, him being an Uchiha, composed himself. "Naruto, this is delicious. When did you learn to cook so well?" He asked, shoving the rest into his mouth and munching.

Naruto stopped eating, leaned up off the entrance and meekly blushed. "My.. grandmother and my mother taught me. I've always had the skills, just didn't use them. But when you've got a baby to feed and no money to waste on fast food it comes in handy."

He smirked conceitedly, legs crossed. "You cooked after you invited me over. I'm flattered,"

"Don't be, teme. I kinda went crazy with the baking last night and my fridge is full of strawberry shortcake and about a pan of peach cobbler, not to mention loads of ichigo daifuku. Trust me, none of it was meant for you." The Uzumaki smiled cunningly and Sasuke frowned. "Aki should be up soon." He spun on his heels, about to walk away.

"Dobe, do you have any of those, uh, what were they called? My mother asked about them," Sasuke stroked his chin, thinking and then it came to him. "Right. Ultrasounds. Did you happen to keep any?" The sudden question made Naruto slowly turn back to him with furrowed brows.

"Ultrasounds? You wanna see ultrasound pictures?" He looked at his ex-lover oddly and Sasuke leaned back fluently, smirking.

"That is if you aren't uncomfortable sharing them with me."

Naruto pursed his lips and sighed, stepping into the living room. "Of course not. It is your seed in the first place."

Sasuke didn't know why, but just hearing that roll off Naruto's tongue turned him on.

The blue eyed Uzumaki ended up searching through the media center cabinets beneath the television for the photo album. He saved all of his ultrasound photos so it wasn't a problem. Finally finding the apple green photo album, he pulled it out and closed the cabinet back. He hadn't looked at this in a while. He always separated recent pictures from Aki's baby ones. He strolled over to the sofa and took a seat beside Sasuke, then opened it.

"I always keep the ultrasounds in the back," He muttered, flipping through the pages. He eventually reached the back and noticed that the raven had scooted closer and was looking over his shoulder. He could feel his cool breath on his neck and it agitated him, hence, he moved away and put the book in the Uchiha's lap.

Sasuke eyed the photos. "Hn, can't even stand to be close to me, well I can't say I'm shocked." He murmured indifferently, feeling the slight ping in his heart, even though he tried to sound as if he didn't care.

"Be lucky I let you hug me without breaking your face." Naruto retorted, pointing to the photo he wanted the man to look at. Sasuke's eyes moved to that one and he gazed closely. "Do you see him?"

"No."

"That little…" Naruto squinted, pointing to a small dot within the black and white photo. "It's right there, that little circle." He tapped at it and the raven scoffed. Yeah, he couldn't see shit.

"If only I had brought my magnifying glass."

"Fine! I'll show you another one." He turned a few pages, growling. Could he be any more of an asshole? Probably. "Ah! Seven months here!" He grinned in triumph and Sasuke tilted his head, astonished by the beautiful view. That was his son inside Naruto. ...Amazing.

Naruto sensed the heat rush to his cheeks, seeing the warm expression appear on the Uchiha's face and decided to stop being such a jerk. "Y-you.. can look through the rest if you want," He offered nicely.

Sasuke gave him a strange look. What was with the change in attitude? He went back to beginning of the album and his slender fingers turned to the first page. The baby photos were encased in thick textured, baby themed pages. (Stuff like duckies, bottles, animals and whatnot.) Page by page, he found himself hesitant to look at them.

He stopped on a photo where Aki (about one year old) had his rosy lips puckered, his small, drenched body bent forward and curly hair wet and trying to drink water from the sprinklers in a backyard. In another, his son sat in a highchair with food on his chubby face, grinning. It hit him hard and he found it painful to swallow. He missed so much, and it hurt. He came to another where his son was at the Petting Zoo, feeding a goat and blinked. It was what his child was wearing that caught his attention.

"Naruto, how old was he here?" He tilted the album so the blonde could see it and Naruto cocked a brow.

"I'd say about… two? Yup, he was two! It was his birthday." He nodded assuringly. "Why?"

Sasuke gave a brief shake of his head. "...No reason." He studied the photo closer, nose crinkled in confusion.

He had seen that shirt before.. but where?

"Mommy?" It was heard as a low mumble as small feet pattered across hardwood and Sasuke lifted his head from the album. Naruto got up, glancing into the hallway and saw Aki searching for him, rubbing his eyes. He just woke up and Naruto could tell he was a little cranky.

"Mamita.. mommy?"

"I'm right here baby," Naruto answered and Aki entered the living room, arms out. "What's wrong, huh? Did you sleep good?" He cooed to the boy, hugging him and Aki snuggled on him.

"You weren't there when I woke up," He mumbled sadly, eyes still shut and shifting his head, his curly locks in his face. "I'm hungry."

"Alright, I'll cook for you, okay? But first there's someone I want you to meet," Naruto rubbed Aki's back and his son nodded sleepily, blinking himself awake.

Sasuke anxiously stood and strode toward them, eying his son deeply. He could already feel the attachment to his own flesh and blood. Big blue eyes looked back at him and then the boy realized who he was.

"You're the onii-chan that bought me candy," He suddenly grinned at the tall man. "Ohayo!" He greeted brightly.

The Uchiha chuckled, nodding and knelt in front of him. Naruto nervously stepped away, praying that Aki would take it well.

"Ohayo to you as well, Akihisa," Sasuke smiled, seeing so much of himself in blue pools. "I know you may not know me, but, my name is Uchiha Sasuke. It's nice to see you again."

Aki grinned, nodding cheerfully.

Naruto breathed out anxiously and finally said, "Aki, Baby, can I tell you something?" His son slowly eyed him, probably wondering what was going on. "You see, Sasuke... this nice man here.. is your father," He announced delicately, swallowing thickly and Aki had a blank look etch on his face, disbelief in his eyes.

His what?

He turned back to the pale man. He couldn't even explain what he was feeling. He didn't understand what was going on. "Papa…?" He warily stepped forward.

The Uchiha confidently nodded in affirmation, witnessing the child's disbelief.

Naruto merely watched his son's expression. He didn't know if he was happy, upset or simply shocked. It was hard to read his emotion by the way he stared at Sasuke's face with lips parted, utterly speechless and eyebrows strung together strangely.

Akihisa tipped forward and examined his father's face, mentally comparing the man's features to his own and his heart started pounding harder in his chest. He did look like him. And that definitely explained why he didn't have his mother's hair color. His eyes shifted back to his mother, a swarm of emotions clouding them.

In actuality, he looked painfully bewildered, and Naruto wondered if he was okay. It was an adorable, yet troubling face.

Sasuke touched his shoulder, honestly concerned. "Akihisa?"

His father was speaking with him, right now, and it felt so unreal.

Akihisa, with trembling lips, gradually smiled and brought his hands to his face, burying it in them. This was the man he had been dreaming about ever since he figured out that all kids were supposed to have two parents, a mother and a father. And he always wanted his papa.

Going over to him, uneasy and worried about the reaction he was getting, Naruto comfortingly rubbed his child's back, as a way of better helping him cope with the news. This made him feel horrible, just to have Akihisa go through this. "Baby, you okay?"

Going closer to Sasuke, Aki took his hands off his face and tears gathered in his eyes as he nervously muttered out, "C-can I hug you?" He didn't know if he needed to ask or not.

At that instant, Sasuke pulled his son into his arms strongly and Akihisa locked his arms behind his neck, holding him tight. "Yes. Of course you can," The sting in his heart when his son asked that caused him to tear apart inside. He should never need to ask if he could hug him, his own father. It hurt to even hear him say that just now. "You don't ever need to ask."

Akihisa buried his face between his father's neck and shoulder, engraving his calming and deep voice into his memory. The distinct accent seemed familiar and he had no idea why. But the sensation when he hugged him was like nothing he ever felt before. He breathed in the scent of his father, remembered how he touched and the sound of his voice. This was… his father, and he never wanted to let him go.

Sasuke caressed his son's hair, embracing him possessively and gratefully smiled at Naruto. The ache inside his very being as his child was in his arms almost broke him down to tears.

Naruto bit the inside of his cheek, guilt eating away at him. He did this to them. He torn them apart and snatched away the relationship they've should've had from the time Akihisa was born. It wasn't fair to them.

"It's okay, I'm here. I love you so much, Akihisa." Sasuke heartily whispered, kissing his crown and the boy nodded, his cries muffled on him. He said, I love you over and over again, wanting his son to hear that he has always been loved. He didn't need to give a reason, but the moment he found out he was his, there had been this unexplainable connection tugging at him, and he fell in love with his little boy immediately. It must've hurt Aki to think that maybe he hadn't been around because he didn't love him. "You have some adorable cheeks. You look like your Papa," Aki weakly giggled, lifting his head and looked at him.

"I know right, you did have chubby cheeks when you were younger." Naruto mentioned, laughing lightly.

Aki sniffled, rubbing his flushed nose and grinned gleefully.

Sasuke couldn't take his eyes off the little person he created. The feeling was amazing. Running his fingers through silky, curly hair, he smiled proudly. "Such a beautiful boy. My boy."

His son spun on his heels to Naruto, blue eyes wide and pointing back at him. "T-this is Papa! I'm so happy! He's so pretty!" His body was still shaking with excitement.

The two adults laughed at his choice of wording, Sasuke gracefully standing to his feet.

Aki then ran over to his mother and hugged his legs, cutely looking up at him. "Can I spend more time with Papa? Please Mommy!"

Naruto and Sasuke were both startled by the question, not sure what to say, and eyed each other vaguely.

(^з^)

This morning his son hadn't wanted to leave Sasuke's side, thus he agreed to let the man take him for a while. Evening already approached and the two had been gone for a few hours now. He didn't mind though. They deserved it. During that time he invited over his older cousin, Gaara, and Neji, his cousin's lover. He enjoyed spending time with them and he needed some company to make him feel less shitty about himself.

"Where is he anyway? I haven't seen Kyuubi-kun around for about two weeks now," He was seated on the sofa with Belina on his lap, napping, and his lavender eyes glanced at the blonde sweeping the living room floor.

"I doubt Naruto himself even knows where his brother's been, Neji." Gaara spoke, seated beside his boyfriend, softly petting Belina and watching the television. "We'll just have to wait for that idiot redhead to come out of his hole again,"

"Yup! You know Kyuu, he can't even answer his damn phone when I need him," Naruto grumbled, pissed off.

Neji went back to eating his bowl of ice cream, feeling his boyfriend's eyes on him and blushed. "Gaara, stop." He demanded.

"Stop what?"

Naruto looked between the two curiously. "What guys?"

"Nothing." Gaara replied.

"Tell me!" Naruto whined.

Neji cleared his throat bashfully, pink on his cheeks. "Gaara and I used ice cream last night."

"Ew. I didn't need to know that." Naruto frowned.

"Well it's the closest you'll get to getting laid Naruto-kun and you asked." Neji stuffed his mouth with ice cream, nonchalant.

Naruto huffed. "I am never having sex again, you see where it got me the first time! And I am so gonna punch Kyuu when I see him 'cause he's always doing this! Disappearing on me when I need him!" He stomped his foot unfairly.

They were so deep into conversation they didn't hear the front door open. The person closed the door back and sauntered down the corridor, his hair swaying in his step.

"How much?" Naruto giggled, sweeping dust into the dustpan.

Neji's eyes narrowed. "He owes me a hundred, and now he's dodging me. Great."

"I assure you that is not the case."

The three turned to that familiar voice and Naruto's and Neji's eyes widened. When did he get here?

They stared at the sight that was Kyuubi Uzumaki. Slender legs and narrow hips were clad in dark skinny jeans with a pair of combat boots on his feet and he wore a tight, white shirt along with a leather jacket, his velvety red, waist-long hair silky and straight, descended down his back and spilled over his shoulders. Leaning on the entrance of the living room, a smirk formed on naturally pouty lips and he folded his arms across his chest. "Summer's coming to an end yet it's already cold out."

Naruto scowled. "Kyuubi take those damn boots off in my house." He scolded stressfully. He had to tell him that too many times as it is.

"I will, Naruto, geez, when'd you turn into such a neat freak." Erotic, aquamarine eyes rolled as he leaned up and stepped into the living room.

"Bella rosso has finally come out of his hole," Gaara simply said, looking back at the television and Neji inwardly swooned. Gaara sounded incredibly hot when speaking Italian.

Kyuubi grinned, running to his favorite cousin. "Gaara, I missed you!" He squealed, planting himself on his cousin's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Stop lying. You haven't called in weeks." Green eyes glared.

"Aw, does my Gaara feel neglected?" He cooed, grabbing him by the jaw and making kisses faces at him. Gaara frowned, backing away. "Papito I'm sorry, don't be like that! I had exams so I was really busy, but you still love me, right?" He pouted adorably.

Gaara sighed. "I have no choice but to."

"You owe me, Kyuubi-kun, it's been two months now," Neji reminded the redhead on his boyfriend's lap and stroked Belina. She purred in appreciation.

The redhead began to pet Belina as well. "Hi Beli, you're so cute! ...I'll give it back, I promise. Oh, I ran into Tokuma the other day." He brought up and the brunette quirked a brow. "He was such an asshole. Goes abroad for two years and is still the same."

Naruto chuckled, the broom in his hand. "Why should you expect any different?"

"What did my cousin say to you?" The Hyuga inquired sympathetically. Tokuma had a rather blunt mouth and that had always been his downfall.

Kyuubi leaned back on Gaara. "I saw him in the supermarket and he said, oh you got chunky." He glowered in remembrance and Naruto snickered.

The redhead looked at his little brother angrily before his tummy was attacked by ticklish fingers. "Aahaha! Gaara! W-what are you d-doing?" His cousin felt at his sensitive stomach and he giggled helplessly.

"I'm searching for the chunky."

Kyuubi wiggled on his lap and harshly grasped his cousin's hands. "Stop it. I'm gonna pee." He warned, face flushed and Gaara screwed up his face before he pushed Kyuubi off his lap and he fell to the floor. "–Ouch!"

Neji smiled. Gaara was only playful around his family (and him of course.) "So what'd you say?" The Hyuga went on and Kyuubi rubbed his lower back.

Running his fingers through his hair, he grimaced. "Oh. Yeah. So I just said, good. I love food, food loves me and then he tried to explain he didn't mean chunky in a bad way.. that it had been like two years and I was smaller back then and whatever. He's such an idiot. " He laid back on the floor, raising his legs and putting his boots on Gaara. "Where's Aki?!" He finally shouted, frantically looking around.

"You just noticed? Sad. He's with his father, Kyuu, you would know that if you answered your phone." Naruto bit out, walking out of the living room.

"Oh shit.. when did that happen?" Kyuubi stared wide-eyed. Shortly after he overcame his shock, he got playful with Gaara. As he watched the television, his boots kicked the redhead and he hummed to himself. "I watched this last night and–Ooow!" Gaara had slapped him on the thigh, causing him to scream out sharply and achingly. He stumbled, getting to his feet and rubbed his thigh.

He hissed and Gaara snarled, his own leg in pain because Kyuubi kicked him. He sat forward and punched Kyuubi in the back, the impact resounding.

"Ouuuuuch–hahahahahha!" The Uzumaki gawked, laughing and winced, his hands flying to his back.

Neji was shocked. Fuck, he heard that one. How were they always so damn rough with each other?

Kyuubi whimpered in agony, heading out the living room and giggled weakly.

Naruto yawned, putting dinner in the oven and then closed the oven back. He had been up since early this morning. He turned his head and his big brother limped into the kitchen, teeth clenched. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Y-yes." He whined, his back in serious pain. "I swear I'll get him back," He groaned and leaned on the kitchen island. "When did you run into Sasuke?" He asked tenderly.

"Uh, last week." Naruto responded, wiping down the countertop with the dish cloth.

Kyuubi gave a brief nod and glided his fingers through his hair. "Be lucky you didn't run into that asshole Itachi." He relented. Naruto nodded, chewing on a grape and slid the redhead the bowl of fruit.

Kyuubi grabbed a strawberry out and put it to his lips, glancing at his brother momentarily. "Why do you look so upset? You missed me that much, huh? You need some of this," He outstretched his arm and put his hand on the back of his brother's head, making his head do the motion of giving someone a blow job.

"Kyuu, you're so inappropriate," Naruto ignored him, wiping up more mess.

Kyuubi giggled, chewing. "You're so mature."

Naruto grinned a little, looking at his brother. "You look sexy today."

"Don't I always?"

"Did you get that from the store?"

Kyuubi smiled, tugging at his jacket. "The perks of your brother working at the best clothing store ever. Discounts are the shit,"

Naruto giggled. "Whore, you always use me!"

"At least I get paid, slut."

They laughed and Naruto gave his big brother a hug. "Baka! I did miss you!"

Kyuubi smirked. "I got a sexy navel piercing,"

Naruto perked up, quickly stepping back. "Let me see!" He grinned.

Neji and Gaara left a little while ago and the house was a little too quiet that night.

Naruto opened the door after the doorbell rang and grinned. "Mommy, tadaima!" His son beamed, running inside and clinging to his legs. Sasuke entered behind him, hands pocketed. "We had so much fun! We had watermelon and went all the way to Tokyo!" He rambled to his mother about the day he spent with his father.

"Aw, you did?" Aki nodded cheerfully and Naruto ruffled his hair.

"He needs to wash his hands. He got ice cream on them." Sasuke mentioned.

"Go wash your hands, okay? Sasuke will even help you," Naruto flashed the man a small smile and the Uchiha shrugged. "Kyuu is here too," He told his son and Aki took off for the staircase and ran up the steps.

Sasuke closed the door and then kicked off his shoes. "I hope I didn't spoil dinner for him,"

Naruto scratched at his head, yawning once again. "No, it's fine. As long as he had fun."

"Hn, maybe you should get some rest," Sasuke chuckled deeply. "Did you know you're the cutest when you're tired?"

"Whatever teme," Naruto rolled his eyes, walking away.

Sasuke frowned.

Aki made his way down the corridor of the upstairs, hands behind his back. He then spotted his uncle leave out of his mother's room and ran for him. "Kyuu!" He happily called out.

Kyuubi saw the boy running straight for him and smiled. "Whoa papi, slow down," The child reached him and he knelt to give him a hug. "I missed you today! Where were you?" Even though he already knew he wanted to hear it from his nephew.

"I was with Sasuke-san today! We went shopping and he bought me this!" He pulled down the collar of his shirt and showed his uncle the diamond embed, moon crescent pedant necklace around his neck.

Kyuubi, intrigued, touched it. Actual diamonds. "That is cool! You better take care of it." He said sternly and the child nodded before spinning on his heels and running down the hallway. Kyuubi stood to his feet and strolled to the staircase. He was happy for Aki.

He trotted his way down the steps, however, came to a halt when his eyes fell on Sasuke Uchiha heading up.

Sasuke looked back at the redhead, hand on the banister. "Hello, Kyuubi," He greeted.

"Hi, Sasuke," Kyuubi waved.

The Uchiha's eyed the redhead. He still had that pretty face, but with more mature features and a smoking body. It seemed like it's been forever. He smirked. "Hn, hotter than I remember you to be. You look good."

A soft pink flushing his cheeks, he moved his hair away from his face. "Don't I always? I have to say this is surprising. The Uchiha Sasuke I remember was short, bratty and had bangs but you're taller than me and a lot more handsome now. You just made me realize how short I am." He laughed lightly and Sasuke chuckled, nodding. "It's nice to see you, glad to see you haven't turned out to be such a dick like your brother."

"Kagami or Itachi?"

"Right." The redhead laughed.

"I'm sorry. I don't believe you got an apology from my brother, did you?" Sasuke stated meaningfully.

"It's fine, Sasuke. What happened back then was my decision, a bad one that I wish I could take back, but it's what I did. So it's over with. As for an apology, please don't apologize on his behalf, it's not your place to do that. Itachi's got too much pride to even apologize himself, that's one of the traits I hate about him." His voice laced with longing, he walked around the Uchiha and Sasuke couldn't deny that Kyuubi was wrong. That was the type of person Itachi was.

Thinking of assholes, he thought of his uncle and remembered that photo he had been seen this morning. It was on his mind all day. He would need to have a talk with him later.

(^з^)

Residing within the home office of the traditional, Japanese estate around midnight, the middle-aged man was busy at work shuffling through documents. His long, black hair fell against the kimono he usually wore and his crimson eyes expressed no hint of exhaustion. His sight shifted to the phone when it rang and he sighed, picking it up.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Uh, Madara-sama, your nephew has just arrived. He seems to be irate and needs to have words with you."

Brows crinkled, he was puzzled. Madara let out a gruff breath. "Right, Fine. Thank you for informing me." He hung up the phone and went back to looking over important documents. Sometime after, he heard his nephew's booming voice near his office.

"Uncle!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. The two doors of his home office suddenly flew open and Sasuke barged in, infuriated. "Ah, Sasuke, and to what do I owe this friendly visit?" He smiled, putting the documents down on his desk and his nephew glared at him.

"Cut the bullshit, uncle!" Madara quirked a brow at him. "Let me say this, I find it odd. You see this morning I was looking at a photo album of my son, as I'm sure you've heard Uzumaki Akihisa."

"Ah, yes, I've been told." He nodded.

"Yes, well, in a photo I saw of him he happened to wearing a distinct shirt. This shirt caught my attention. If I'm correct exactly a year ago you asked me to pick out a design a child would adore," Sasuke went on, pacing furiously and Madara snorted at this.

"You told me it was for a family friend and that it would not be included in the children's clothing line my mother was working on at the time. Specifically a design that would not be sold in stores, right?" Madara chuckled deeply in remembrance. "Care to explain?" He finished calmly, stalking toward the desk.

"What am I to say, Sasuke? Why don't you tell me what you think the truth is." He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Sasuke clenched his hand into a fist. "You knew I had a son, didn't you? You sent him a birthday gift on my behalf when he turned two. Now either you were in touch with their grandfather, mafia lord of the underworld, Hashirama, or Naruto's father, Minato." He dictated, already at his boiling point.

"Of course, boy. Hashirama and I are good friends. I was aware of your child before he was even born and after, I sent Christmas presents and about three birthday gifts on your behalf. I didn't tell you for your own good." He impassively explained, seeing the pure anger in his nephew's eyes as he talked.

"M-my own good was it? ..Liar. It was not for my own good, it was for you."

"No, for you, Sasuke. Honestly how did expect to get a proper education caring for a child?" Madara retrieved the documents from his desk and arrogantly ignored the younger Uchiha.

"Don't you mean you didn't want a child to distract me from what you wanted? You wanted me to quickly finish with school to take over the company's east branch and I'm close to your goal, aren't I? Do you think.. that the company means more to me than my own child, you bastard!" He exploded, slapping those damn documents out of his uncle's grasp and seeing red.

"Watch your tone with me-"

"I will not be undermninded and used by you!" Sasuke roared, pointing a finger at him, shutting the man up and Madara was baffled. "I will not watch my tone with the person who had hand in keeping my child away from me! You knew of my child before me and dare to tell me it was for my own good! Fuck you!"

"Boy you will stop your careless words towards me!" Madara bellowed, standing to his feet. "I knew that Uzumaki was no good for you and surely enough he ended up pregnant."

Sasuke stiffened, taken aback by that. "Are you suggesting... that Naruto used me? That he got pregnant on purpose?"

"I believe he did. You are an Uchiha, Sasuke and people will use us in whatever way they can to get what is ours." He found Sasuke's expression laughable. What could he say now? "Now stop this foolishness and show me the respect you have been taught-Urghh!" A strong fist connected with his face with unbelievable force and he fell to the floor, bewildered. He looked up, blood leaking from his nose and lip.

"Maybe I'll show you some respect after admit that you were a victim to your own idiocy!" Sasuke shook with rage, his jaw clenched. "If you ever accuse Naruto of such treachery again I will not hesitate to crush you with my own hands, Uchiha Madara!"

Madara wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb, smirking haughtily. "This temper of yours.. it is what rid you of Naruto-kun in the first place, is it not? If you were to get in a relationship with him again it will surely be the ruin of you, boy." He jeered, getting to his feet.

Sasuke sneered, his deathly glare on the older man. On some level his uncle's taunt was dead on and he hated that he was right. Purely enraged, he stormed out of the office. His uncle's words reminded him of the incident that happened a year ago where he lost is temper at a soiree, knocking out a man cold and his father severely scolded him afterwards.

"That quick temper of yours will surely make you a fool soon enough. Just remember, son, anger is your worst enemy."