Day Seventy Six

Kyuubi shook his head as he watched Minato bounce all over the doctor's office. The woman on the chair – their surrogate whose name Kyuubi couldn't remember for the life of him – shook her head at Minato's eagerness.

"Ok," the doctor smiled at them before gesturing to the screen. "As you can see, there's your baby! And, it's a boy!"

"A boy!" Minato shrieked, throwing himself into Kyuubi's arms. With a soft oof Kyuubi caught him, scowling down at his blond head. "Ya hear that Kyuu?"

"And," the doctor continued. "He's perfectly healthy. No mutations or anything."

"Not even any cool ones?" Minato asked, tilting his head to the side. "Like, ya know, webbed feet or something? Think how awesome he would be at swimming!"

"Minato! We're not having a son with webbed feet!"

"I know, I know, I'm just saying it would be cool, that's all!"

Day Seventy Seven

Kyuubi scowled as he hunched over his marbles in his corner of the playground. The other kids were all trading theirs, but wouldn't talk to Kyuubi once they realized he didn't want to trade with them.

Marbles never used to be about trading. It was all about the game! Kyuubi loved playing the game, but no one played it anymore. They just wanted to swap marbles. Idiots.

"Hey, watcha got?"

Kyuubi's head shot up and he glared at whoever dared to interrupt him. He froze, staring at bright blue eyes and sunshine blond hair. Beautiful.

"Marbles," Kyuubi managed to grunt. Another bright smile answered him.

"I have some too!" the boy chirped as he sat cross-legged beside Kyuubi. "My name's Minato! Wanna play?"

Kyuubi smiled widely as he brought his own marbles out. Maybe they weren't all idiots.

Day Seventy Eight

Fugaku Uchiha was the most prim and proper person Minato had ever met. His hair was always perfect, his clothes were never wrinkled, and his responses were always polite.

Which was why Minato loved to see him like this.

Fugaku's little coat was tossed aside, his stiff, uncomfortable top was wrinkles and creased. His hair was messy from Minato constantly running his hands through it, and whenever he began to wake, he would growl and mutter, rather rudely, actually.

Minato loved it.

"Hey, Fu?" he cooed to his sleeping friend. "Fu?"

"Mmm... gee...way..."

"No, Fu," Minato said as he leaned forward to press a kiss to his friend's forehead. "I wan' you ta know, tha' I love you."

"Love... you... too... mmm..."

Minato chuckled as his friend fell back asleep. He rested back against the pillows behind him and closed his own eyes, ready for his own nap.

Day Seventy Nine

The plate dropped clean out of Minato's hands and would have shattered if Kyuubi wasn't fast like a ninja. He moved in, catching it at the last second. He looked over his shoulder to see what had caused his husband to almost drop the plate and froze himself.

Their son, their precious ball of sweet sunshine, Naruto, was standing over his friend Kiba, a frown on his face and his batman costume on. He held in his hand a cookie, which the boys were clearly fighting over.

"Naruto," Kyuubi called. "Share your cookie."

"No!" Naruto said stubbornly. Kyuubi narrowed his eyes. "I don't wanna!"

"Naruto!" Minato scolded. "Be a good friend and share!"

"I'm nowt Na'uto!" their son shouted. "I'm tha Goddamn Batman!"

Kyuubi closed his eyes and sighed. He had told Minato that Naruto was too young for comic books.

Day Eighty

Kyuubi couldn't find his glasses.

He put them down somewhere while working and now they were gone. Kyuubi didn't want to point fingers, but he suspected a certain blond haired five year old had something to do with this.

He heard laughter from down the hall and made his way towards it. He peeked into the sitting room and scowled as he saw Minato laughing loudly while watching their son prance around the room, Kyuubi's glasses balanced on his upturned nose as he held his head high.

"I'm Papa!" he chirped. "Blah, blah, blah! Do this! Do that! You can' haf ramen!"

"Oh, that's spot on," Minato giggled as he scooped Naruto up and hugged him tight. "Perfect."

"Hmm."

Both blonds shot their heads up and looked sheepishly at him. Kyuubi shook his head as he stalked into the room, snatched his glasses off his son and stalked back out. As the door shut behind him he heard more laughter.

He loved them, but sometimes they were morons.

Day Eighty One

Minato whistled as he picked up another of Naruto's little overalls. He was about to put them into the washing machine when he paused, noticing more grass stains on the knees of these ones.

"Naruto!" Minato called as he put them in the machine. He made his way through the house looking for his son. "Naruto where are you?"

He crossed to the kitchen window and looked outside, blinking as he spotted his son's bright head.

Naruto was kneeling on the grass beside his cat.

Eating grass. Just like his cat.

"Naruto!" Minato hurried outside, picking his son up. "What are you doing?"

"Eating!" Naruto chirped. "Grass taste funny!"

"Stop eating grass!"

"But Daddy…"

Day Eighty Two

Itachi closed his book, pleased with his day's reading. He stretched his arms above his head, before hopping down off his chair, grabbing his book and leaving the room. He peek his head into Sasuke's room and frowned. He baby brother wasn't there.

Itachi searched the whole house, but was unable to find either his little brother or his daddy. He stuck his head outside, scanning the yard. It was perfectly laid out, the only thing marring it being the hammock that Fugaku's best friend bought him, much to the displeasure of all three Uchiha – Uchiha do not lounge in hammocks.

Itachi crossed to the hammock, starring at his father who was sprawled out on it, snoring softly. On his chest, curled up and as fast asleep as Fugaku, was Sasuke.

Itachi smiled before opening his book and settling down next to the hammock to read.

Day Eighty Three

Kyuubi sighed tiredly as he opened the door to his home, kicking his shoes off and dropping his briefcase. He was tired. He had spent the whole day at work, coming home very late. Such a shame, too – he was looking forward to trick or treating with his son and husband.

But it was too late now. They'd both be asleep.

"Papa!"

Kyuubi reached down and caught the little bundle that came hurtling towards him. He brought his son up to his hip, staring at the boy who was dressed as a little fox.

"Papa! Papa! I had so much fun! First we went to see the old lady down the street and she tried to give me prunes, til Daddy yelled at her and she threw an apple at him! Then we went and saw-"

Kyuubi nodded absently as he saw his tired husband stagger into the hallway.

"How much candy did he eat?" Kyuubi asked over Naruto's voice. Minato had the decency to blush.

"I didn't think it would affect him this much…"

Day Eighty Four

Zabuza stared down at the little boy crying into his broken flowers. The stems were snapped, the petals crushed and the arrangement scattered. The boy, an extremely girly figure with long brown hair and doe-like eyes touched them with gentle, trembling fingers.

"Who did this?"

Haku looked up at his best friend, tears making their way down his cheeks. He wiped them away hastily, but Zabuza had already seen them.

"D-Doesn't matter," he mumbled. "S'ok."

"No it's not," Zabuza snarled as he hugged Haku roughly. "Tell me."

"The usual people," Haku whispered as Zabuza clutched him. "S'ok though. I can get more."

"But you shouldn't have to. I should watch you better, take better care of you."

Haku smiled the sweetest smile Zabuza had ever seen.

"You already take great care of me."

Day Eighty Five

Neji scowled as Naruto tried to take his juice box again. He glared at the little blond who whined at him, but Neji ignored him. He liked his juice. He wasn't going to share.

"Neji,"

Neji turned to look at the boy sitting on his other side. Bright green eyes gazed back at him as they held out a cookie.

"I'm thirs'y, but all I haf is my cookie," Gaara whispered. "Can I t'ade for your juice?"

Neji knew how much Gaara loved his cookies. He loved them more than anything.

"No," Neji said, ignoring how Gaara's hopeful look was replaced with a sorrowful one. "You can have it anyway. I know you love cookies."

Neji handed it over to Gaara who smiled and snuggled into his side.

"Thank you," he whispered as he took it. "We can share! Both the juice and the cookie. I love you more than cookies."

Neji smiled brilliantly. Maybe Gaara didn't love cookies more than anything.

Day Eighty Six

Naruto smiled as he dug into his bacon, munching on it happily. He loved bacon. It was yummy, and delicious and really, really tasty!

"Yummy?"

Naruto looked over at Sasuke and nodded. Sasuke hugged Naruto with one arm and smiled.

"Yummy!" Naruto agreed. "I like bacon."

"Bacon?" Sasuke's mean big brother looked up from his own plate. "You know that bacon comes from a pig, yes? Like Babe. You're eating Babe."

Naruto's fork fell to the plate with a clatter and he looked over Sasuke. Sasuke was glaring at his brother, but not denying it.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Day Eighty Seven

Naruto giggled as he stumbled over the ground in his haste to reach the playground. He had a pretty blue balloon in his right hand that his daddy had bought him. It was pretty, just like Daddy's eyes.

Suddenly, a rock seemed to appear out of nowhere and Naruto shrieked as his hands flew out to protect his face.

The balloon slipped from his grip.

Naruto's eyes filled with tears as he watched his balloon fly away. He sat back and sobbed, unable to stop the crystal tears from sliding down his face.

"What's wrong?"

Naruto looked up and gasped as he saw his best friend staring down at him. Sasuke had a frown on his face as he watched Naruto cry. He crouched before the blond and grabbed his wrist. Before Naruto could blink Sasuke had tied on an orange balloon.

"The only colour they had left," Sasuke muttered with an annoyed scowl. "Not as good as blue."

"It's o'ange," Naruto whispered. He threw his arms around Sasuke's neck and hugged him tightly. "I love it! S'my favou'ite colour!"

"Hn."

"Thank you, Sasuke!"

Day Eighty Eight

Sasuke made sure his flower's petals were all in tact before he knocked on the door before him. He was hoping that Mr. Minato would be the one to open the door, and not-

The door swung open and Sasuke gulped as he looked up at Mr. Kyuubi.

"H-Hello, sir," Sasuke mumbled. Kyuubi frowned at him. "C-Can I see Na'uto please?"

"Naruto doesn't want to see anyone," Kyuubi said coolly. "He's too upset."

"Please?" Sasuke's chin trembled. "I haft a say sowwy…"

"Kyuubi!"

Mr. Minato appeared out of nowhere and smacked Kyuubi over his head before smiling at Sasuke.

"Naruto's up in his room," he said kindly as he tugged his husband away from the small child. "Ignore Kyuubi."

Sasuke made his way up the stairs, flower clutched carefully in his hand. He made his way into Naruto's room and frowned as he spotted his friend slumped over a plush fox.

"Na'uto?" Sasuke whispered as he crossed to his friend. "You ok?"

"Go 'way," Naruto mumbled. "Meanie."

"I'm sowwy," Sasuke sat beside his friend and handed him the flower. "Please don' be mad?"

Naruto took the flower with a sniffle before burying his face in Sasuke's chest.

"I lubb you, Sasuke," he whispered. "But not when you'we mean."

"I'm sowwy, Na'uto. I won't be mean again."

Day Eighty Nine

Minato scratched the back of his head as he gazed at the big kid before him. Kyuubi was a whole year older than him! He had long red hair and a mean attitude.

"What?" Kyuubi grunted as Minato continued to gaze up at him. "What are you lookin' at?"

"You haf pwetty eyes," Minato whispered as he looked up into ruby red irises. "Weal pwetty…"

Kyuubi frowned and stared back into impossibly blue eyes. This kid thought he had beautiful eyes? He had the most amazing shade of sapphire eyes he had ever seen.

"My name's Minato," the boy said with a sweet smile that crinkled those eyes. "Can I sit wif you?"

Mutely Kyuubi nodded and allowed the boy to hop up onto his bench. Minato took his hand with another smile and began to hum to himself as he swung his legs.

"I'm Kyuubi."

"Will you be my fwiend?"

"Only if you'll be mine."

Day Ninety

Fugaku had learnt to deal with lots of situations at a young age. He was an Uchiha, he could deal with anything.

However, his son forming an unhealthy attachment to a sparkly blanket was not something he had prepared for.

He watched as Itachi stuffed one end of the blanket into his mouth and gargled happily. The little three year old was rocking back and forth on the carpet, ignoring the mountain of toys around him in favour of the blanket.

After a moment of watching his little boy snuggle wih the thing, Fugaku sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Whatever made him happy, even if it was a bit weird.

"Fugaku!"

Fugaku turned to the door and smirked as he saw Minato grinning at him, covered head to toe in mud.

"I've finished in the garden!"

After all, who was Fugaku to criticise when he lived by that rule?

Day Ninety One

"H-He actually caught one…"

Minato stared down at Naruto who held the terrified pigeon up proudly. Naruto had become obsessed with the birds that nested in their trees, and had loudly proclaimed that he would catch one. Sure that he never would, Minato had laughed it off and patted Naruto on the head, sending him outside to play.

Now Naruto stood before him, bird in hands.

"Y-You got one," Minato stuttered. "How on Earth did you catch that?"

"See Daddy!" Naruto cried proudly. "I said I would!"

Footsteps drew to pairs of blue eyes to the kitchen door and Kyuubi paused as he stared down at his son and husband.

"Minato? What's going- Naruto! Where did you get that bird?"

"I caught it, Papa!"

"Don't touch it! It's probably diseased!"

"Ew…"

"Naruto! Don't let g- Minato! Why would you let him bring that inside?"

Day Ninety Two

Tsume smiled as she pushed open the door to her son's room. Naruto was here for a sleep over, and the little blond was the only child she had ever met with enough energy to rival Kiba's.

As it were, after running around after Akamaru all day, Tsume was pleased to see both boys were asleep; Kiba sprawled out on his back with Naruto lying across his stomach. Kiba shuffled in his sleep, muttered something and twitched a bit. Naruto shuffled as well, moving more towards Kiba. One hand came up to pet brown locks before it dropped back onto Kiba's chest.

Kiba settled back down.

Tsume smiled before slipping out of the room.

Dinner could wait.

Day Ninety Three

Fugaku never planned to have a big family. He had his two sons, but then an unexpected, yet wonderful turn of events brought him a new husband and two more children.

However, Fugaku was still not sure of how to deal with his step-children.

Sweet adorable Naruto had stolen a place in his heart, much like Minato had, and Fugaku found him a joy and love to be around, but it was the elder of the two, Kyuubi, that confused Fugaku.

"Kyuubi," Fugaku began as he looked down at the young boy. "Why is there blood on your hands?"

"I hit someone," Kyuubi answered honestly and seriously. "He said mean things about Daddy."

Fugaku blinked, biting down the rage that rose up at the thought of someone saying something bad about his husband. He picked the young boy up by the waist and sat him on top of the counter. He knew Minato would freak as soon as he heard about Kyuubi getting into a fight.

"Hn. So, you made him bleed?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

Day Ninety Four

Kisame shuffled awkwardly as he watched all the other children talk to his best friend. He had known Itachi since before he could remember, and they were just starting school. Itachi was so pretty with his long black hair, pretty dark eyes and pale skin. Everyone wanted to be friends with him.

Kisame knew he wasn't pretty like Itachi. No one would want to be his friend. Not even Itachi anymore.

Kisame blinked as the other children began to move. Itachi pushed his way out of them irritably, stomping over to Kisame. He sat beside his friend, who stared at him in shock.

"What?" Itachi grumbled.

"You still wanna be my friend?" Kisame asked in wonder. Itachi glared at him in annoyance.

"Of course. You're the only moron I can tolerate."

Kisame hugged Itachi tight. He loved his best friend.

Day Ninety Five

Naruto squealed gleefully as he raced through the house. His big brother was home! Papa-Fu had taken him to see the teeth doctor for some reason, but now he was back!

Naruto threw himself into Kyuubi's arms with a squeal, hugging his big brother tight. Kyuubi picked him up and set him on one hip, smiling widely at him.

Naruto took one look at the new metal adorning Kyuubi's teeth and screamed.

"Papa!" he shrieked, squirming out of Kyuubi's arms. He threw himself at Fugaku's legs, clutching them tight. "Papa-Fu! Papa-Fu! Sca'y!"

Fugaku bit back a laugh and perched Naruto on his own hip as Kyuubi scowled at his brother. The older boy stomped off, clearly annoyed, while Naruto sobbed into Fugaku's shirt.

Day Ninety Six

Mikoto carefully balanced the tray of cookies and juice on one hip as she pushed open the door to her eldest son's room. Itachi had his best friend, Kisame, over for a visit. Mikoto liked Kisame, he was just what Itachi needed – someone more down to Earth, simple, and rough and tumble to match out Itachi's aloof, genius vibes.

"Ok, boys, I've got cookies!" she said as the door opened. She froze in the doorway, staring at the scene before her.

Itachi was reading calmly on the floor, large book open on his knees. Next to him, tied up in what appeared to be the sheets from Itachi's bed, Kisame looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

"Itachi! Untie Kisame at once!"

Day Ninety Seven

Minato watched with a sad sigh as Sasuke once again ignored Naruto. The boys were on the rug, along with Sasuke's cousin Neji, and Sasuke had no interest in playing with Naruto. Naruto watched sadly as the two boys played with a puzzle, his little red ball clasped firmly in two hands. Mikoto shifted awkwardly on her own chair as she watched her son shun Naruto.

The door banged open and Minato's head jerked up. Itachi, Mikoto's eldest, stomped into the room, eyes sweeping it. Once they rested on Naruto he crossed to the little boy, picked him up and propped him on one hip. With a slight glare at his little brother, Itachi stalked from the room again, Naruto gleefully clinging to his neck and chattering in his ear.

Minato smiled as the door closed behind them. It didn't matter that Sasuke didn't want to play with Naruto, because Itachi wouldn't let him anyway.

Day Ninety Eight

Naruto carefully put together his puzzle, ignoring the flurry of activity next to him. He pieced it together slowly, taking his time and making it fit together correctly.

"Naruto!"

Naruto looked at the boy who was sitting next to him. Rock Lee had a huge smile on his face as he gave Naruto the 'thumbs up.'

"I have finished my puzzle!" Lee declared. "I will choose a new one and finish it faster than I finished this one, or else I will run around the playground one hundred times!"

Naruto's eyes widened. He couldn't even count up to one hundred!

"It's ok, Lee," Naruto said, patting his friend on the arm. "We can just do the puzzle together."

"But Naruto! I must finish the puzzle-"

"Please, Lee?" Naruto asked. "If you do a puzzle with me I'll give you a hug as your reward."

"So this is like a challenge all in itself then?"

"Sure."

Lee grinned widely and gave Naruto the thumbs up again.

"Let us begin!"

Day Ninety Nine

Kisame snuffled in his sleep as he began to wake up. He blinked sleepily as he looked around, finally looking up into blank black eyes.

"Tachi?" he mumbled. "I fell asleep?"

"Mmhmm," Itachi Uchiha, Kisame's best friend, stroked his hair softly. "S'ok though."

"Sorry."

"It's ok. You can go back to sleep if you want."

"I can? Yay!"

"Hn. Can you move a bit first?"

"You don't want me to sleep on your lap?"

"Hn. I do. But my leg fell asleep an hour ago."

Kisame grinned at Itachi as he shifted slightly until only his head was in Itachi's lap. Usually Itachi would shove him off if he fell asleep. He must be in a good mood.

Kisame snuggled back down and began to drift off to the feeling of Itachi's hand in his hair.

Day One Hundred

Sasuke was nervous.

Usually Uchiha did not get nervous, but Sasuke had every right to be. He was gonna see Naruto for the first time in six months.

He became best friends with the boy before he could remember, but then his Daddy had to move to another city for a while, because of his job. Now, they were coming back at last, and Sasuke was nervous.

What if Naruto didn't remember him? What if Naruto had a new friend? What if Naruto was bored of him?

Sasuke clung to his daddy's hand as he was led off the big plane and into the arrivals area of the airport. He shuffled nervously, clinging tighter to his dad.

"Sas'ke!"

Sasuke's head jerked up in surprise as he saw a familiar figure break away from a tall blond man and a taller red-haired man. Naruto was exactly as he remembered – chubby cheeks with whiskers scratches, sunny blond hair and short stubby legs. Perfect.

Sasuke released his father's hand and met his friend halfway. Naruto threw himself into Sasuke's arms, and the slightly taller boy hugged him close. Naruto was babbling something in his ear, but Sasuke just hugged him tight.

"Missed you, Naruto," Sasuke whispered. Naruto stopped his babbling and grinned the smile that Sasuke had missed so much.

"I missed you too, Sas'ke," he whispered as he rose up on his tip-toes and kissed one pale cheek. "Please, don't leaf' me again!"

"I won't, dobe, I promise."