Disclaimer: The title Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. (But Uzumaki Naruto belongs to Uxhiha Sasuke XP)

Sorry for the delay. This is my longest chapter so far so I hope you enjoy ^^


+Mommy Hunt o4+

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"You're one crafty kid."

Naruto took a sip from his strawberry and melon shake, his thoughts running around on why there were no ramen-flavored beverages. The world would be a much happier place if everything would just have the word 'ramen' in it, especially for him. He was snapped from his imagining a world full of the noodle meal made him inwardly drool and wished that he was at Ichiraku's right now when the waitress carrying their orders arrived, reminding him why he was in the outside table on a café in the first place.

It was all unwanted courtesy of one, innocent-looking five year old boy that he had met two days prior.

The said boy simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders at him. Itachi sliced his clubhouse sandwich into smaller pieces and lined them neatly on his plate. He drank his orange juice first before proceeding in chewing the bite-sized cut of the sandwich. Naruto's eyebrows twitched at the almost obsessive-compulsive ritual. The blonde continued on sipping his drink and chewed at the straw tip at the same time; observing his little companion, more in boredom than curiosity, eat his snack slowly and surely.

The boy was good-looking and would surely grow up to be a handsome man with a multitude of fan girls on his feet. Heck, he was even sure that he already has girls lining up to be the future followers of the child. He was well mannered, with a bit of mysterious aura of one who grew up in affluence. Naruto was not particularly fond of the snobby and stuck-up upper-classes that he had been in contact with though he did knew a few that was the opposite.

He squinted, noting the huge resemblance between Itachi and that bastard from his college and much younger days, in both the physical and personality aspects . Maybe they were related? He hoped to hell that they were not since he was getting fond of being friends with the boy.

"By the way, Itachi, how did you get my number?" the blonde rested his chin on the palm of his hand and lifted the straw with his mouth, playing with it.

"When you have the right connections, you could get anything you want," Itachi replied with another smirk on his face. He brought another piece of the sandwich to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he watched the man opposite him with seemingly blank eyes.

Naruto could not help but be a bit perturbed at the choice of the words for the answer. It sounded like the child had contact with underground organizations that would do his bidding at any moment. The glint in the boy's eyes told him something else; that Itachi was leading him with only a few of what the child intends to do with him. He hoped it would not anything majorly evil and worst, it has him in it.

"I might have been doing something important instead of having a nice snack with you today. Like working or attempting to do my work, for example."

"But you're not."

"I could be if I was not here." The blonde insisted while chewing on his straw. He won't be losing a verbal battle against a five-year old no matter how smart was the boy was.

"If you were, you would just probably running away like what you were doing the first time we met." The raven-haired simply said.

"I had a perfect excuse on why I did that last time aside from slacking off."

"You're straying from the topic, Onii-san. You're not doing anything so you're here with me, end of discussion."

It was scary how a two-day old acquaintance and someone nineteen years his junior could read him perfectly. But he refused to back down.

"I could be an honest and hard-working employee for a day, you never know."

"Hn."

And there was that 'hn' thing too. When does one's similarity with another begin and where does it end?

Naruto pouted childishly and turned his attention on messily gobbling his sandwich which had been neglected for a few minutes. He became conscious of his barbaric-like eating when he felt the curious stare of the boy. He slowed down and tried to eat decently.

Speaking of work, it slipped his mind to send the old lady a notice that he would not be in the office today. He could not even send a text message since his phone was currently dead to the world because he forgot to charge it last night. Well it's not as if the hag would listen to him; sooner or later, her evil henchmen would be sniffing around for his location, which they were really good at.

"You told me that we could see each other again," the boy drank his juice before continuing, "So here we are, seeing each other again."

"Your 'seeing each other again' was a lot earlier on what I had on my mind."

The boy faintly blushed, embarrassed of appearing too eager to meet with Naruto again. He found the reaction cute and amusing. Well, he didn't totally resemble the bastard if he was capable of being embarrassed. Sasuke would just smirk at him and call him 'dobe' if they were in that situation. Or more likely, he'll ignore the blonde. There was too much of a bad blood between him and that man to immerse himself in memories that would just make him depressed. At least, he had a very pleasant company today.

The similarities were just a matter of chance. Coincidence could be very funny at times. But he wouldn't be able to humor himself about where coincidence shall be leading him.

They both had finished their snacks so he called the teenage waitress to settle their bill. He already had retrieved his frog-shaped purse to pay her when he heard a small sound. He looked at the girl, who was trying to hide her snickering at the weird choice of his wallet. He was about to throw her a scathing comment when Itachi interrupted him.

"Miss, we would appreciate if you closed your mouth and attend to our bills properly." The boy was held his own black leather wallet, looking at the girl with a very impatient stance. The attendant muttered a 'sorry!' before handing them the receipt.

"I'm going to pay since I'm older."

"But I invited you so I should pay. Its customary." Itachi stubbornly said, his face clearly stating that he won't be accepting no for an answer.

Naruto sighed. The kid sure was stubborn and was used to having his way. It was fine with him seeing the kid was more than capable of paying even though he was a kid. Age doesn't really matter when it comes to responsibility if you are more than able to do it but he was not going to let Itachi shoulder all the load since they both ate.

"Okay but let's split it in half since we didn't clearly talk about who's paying. Okay?"

They handed the exact amount of the bill to the girl. The blonde's attention was caught by the accessory that looked so out of place with the wallet of the boy.

"You're using that?"

"Of course. It was given to be used right?" Itachi said.

"Yeah." He fondly eyed the fishcake imitation. "I really liked that too."

The raven-haired boy gripped the ornament before suspiciously looking at the blonde. "You're not going to take it back aren't you?"

"Huh? No!" Naruto shook his hands wildly in the air for more emphasis of the 'no'

"I gave it to you so its yours. That used to be my magical lucky charm. It kept me from getting harmed.

The boy looked at him doubtfully. Since Itachi was smarter and more mature than his counterparts, his logic prevailed more than his childish inclinations to magic and stuff. For an 'intelligent' person's mind refused to believe in illogicality and unreasonableness of something like dragons and princes in fairy tales. For him, it didn't hurt to suspend disbelief and immerse yourself in a world of fantasies like a child. It was a little sad to see a five-year old doubting the charms of magic.

Childhood was a precious part of a person's life. It's the stage where you appreciate the miracles of everyday life because of your innocence. That's why he was still a kid at heart, always believing in the wonders of life since he had lost that when he was a child.

"Are these scars?" Naruto was startled when he sense a soft, warm hand against his cheek, feeling his slightly etched whisker marks. He stiffened at the sensation.

These…were the ugly remnants of his childhood. A hideous past that he'd rather remain in the dark and forget that it ever happened but he could not because of these reminders. If he had a choice, he'd prefer having scars from accidents or from an operation than to have these on his face. But he was never presented with the chance to choose.

"Naruto!" she screamed.

"You be good boy, Naruto-kun. Be a good boy and take this pain."

He was deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the worried look on his companion's face.

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Itachi frowned when he noticed Naruto's blue eyes blanking out in his regression. It looked like he had touched a very sensitive topic though he only asked in curiosity. There was no way that those whisker marks were natural unless they were tattooed.

"Naruto-niisan? Onii-san?" he called but there was no response. His voice was getting more and more desperate as the blonde's eyes became duller and duller.

"NARUTO!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry about zoning out." The blonde grinned at him though it was not as bright as it used to be. The raven-haired felt a jerk on his chest for seeing that sad and pained in the man's look. He didn't want to be the cause of something painful. He felt the corner of his eyes pricked.

"Hey, I'm fine." Naruto smiled reassuringly at the child, noticing that his mood upset him. "I got these because I didn't bring that when I went out when I was young. My mother gave that to me so you better take care of it, okay?" He said in a gentle manner.

The boy nodded earnestly, holding the accessory closer. It was enough that it came from Naruto that he'll care for it well though the knowledge that it also came from the man's mother made it more precious. He was considering of making it into a necklace so he would not lose it. He grinned when it dawned upon him when the fishcake imitation also came from his 'mommy' in a sense. He'll believe in its lucky effects then.

"Come on, I feel like walking around town today." The blonde stood up noisily from his chair whereas Itachi carefully stood up from his seat and fixed it back to its proper placing. The older man stopped suddenly and addressed the boy with a question.

"Don't you have classes today?"

"I did but I told the teacher I'm not coming."

"Huh? You just told me that playing hooky would not make you graduate." Naruto teased.

"I'm smart. It's not as if my IQ will be lessened if I didn't go to classes." Itachi simply said. His father allow him to be absent in his schooling since he believed that it was not healthy to be studying every day. He knew the boy was responsible enough for that.

"Whatever."

They resumed walking. Itachi liked the fact that the blonde didn't coddle and treated him as a kid as the other adults do. Somehow, he knew that the man would not tolerate if he made mistakes but would leave him to his own devices. It was kind of cool to be with someone who was not-so adult like.

"Naruto-sama!"

"Oh crap!"

They both looked at the source of the voice and saw four black-clad men with shades. They reminded him of the bodyguards that he saw in movies that he watched together with Shisui. He hoped that they were guards and not goons though. Wait, Naruto-sama? He looked at the taller man, who didn't strike him as a person with a suffix -sama on the end of his name. Naruto was good-looking but he looked to casual and relaxed to be a rich man.

"Naruto-sama, please wait!"

"Itachi, let's run!"

Naruto dragged the confused boy by his hand and hastened his steps. The raven-haired boy was left with no choice but to follow, his small steps falling along with his companion. He could hear the set of heavy steps following them and they broke out in a full-course running.

The blonde, seeing that Itachi could follow well enough, let his hand go. They entered a set of alleys, took dizzying turns, and climbed slopes of roads with the guys still tagging along them.

"They're a persistent bunch, aren't they?" Naruto panted the words out. Itachi concentrated on running though he still has no idea why he was still running along beside the blonde. He'll ask later but right now, he needed to help Naruto escape. It seems the man has issues with being chased around whether it was work-related or not.

The guys in the MIB outfit were professionals, never losing their sight on the blonde target. The escapees would lose them for a few minutes but they'll return eventually. Their persistency made the child wonder exactly how many times did Naruto run off? If this keeps on, they would both get tired and the four would catch up to them in no time then. What they need was a foolproof plan.

"Do you have a plan?" Itachi turned to the blonde man who was already sweating.

"Yeah. We're already doing it. Running, that is."

He figured out as much. He sighed and racked his brain for a less-sweatier and riveting tactic aside from running. Itachi looked at their pursuers who was nowhere in sight. At least, he'll have a few minutes to start planning. They were reaching the centre of Konoha when he saw the blonde mannequin in the display window of the clothing store. He looked at the taller man and back at the mannequin, and then he smirked. The perfect plan just entered his mind; it was good that the men didn't see his face clearly. He'll just have to worry about Naruto.

He yanked the older man inside the department store and entered the clothing section. There was so little time and too many things to do. He went straight into the clothing rack, scanned for the specific design and pulled it out. He went around collecting more things he needed to complete it, never minding the weird stares from the customers and the salesladies. He was going to pay for these so he didn't care about their thoughts. He returned to where the blonde was and shoved the objects to him and towed him around, looking for a stall.

"Itachi? You know what these things are, right?" Naruto said, finally getting out of his confusion. "Those evil guys will find us soon so let's get out of here!"

"Yes. It would help if you entered a stall right now and get changed with those." Itachi smirked cockily, obviously having fun with this. The blonde gave him an exasperated look.

"Are you insulting me?"

"No. If you want to lose them, do as I say. They're professional guards right? We'll be both too tired if we keep on running."

He pushed the man inside the dressing stall without further ado.

"I hate you right now. Who's going to pay for this expensive stuff?" a muffled voice asked. He ignored it and went into the needed locations to complete this charade.

"Miss, could you bring me to the cosmetics area?" he posted a fake sweet smile to the saleslady he approached. With his Uchiha charms at work, the lady smiled at him and courteously attended to the little boy.

"Of course. Will it be for your little girlfriend?" she asked jokingly. The boy wanted to roll his eyes at the idiotic question. He was a child so obviously he didn't have any of that girlfriend-thing. Adults who treated him with the mentality that he was a child appeared so stupid. Really, it was tiring but he still didn't have what he wanted so he'll play along.

"No, it's for my…mommy." He grinned with the name. "She has a date with my dad so I wanted to help her out."

The brown-haired woman smiled at him. "How sweet! I know she'll appreciate it. Come on, tell me a bit about her skin tone, allergies and preferred brand. I'll even apply it for her because you went out your way to help her."

I don't know how much he'll appreciate the gesture.

The raven-haired boy followed the woman, answering her inquiries with the best of his knowledge. He was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

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"It's hard being a father." Neji sighed as he watched the black-haired, pale boy humming while he was drawing on his sketch pad again. He drank his iced tea and refilled it once again. Sasuke mentally rolled his eyes at his friend's worried face.

"Then get married and get a mother for him." Sasuke said.

"If you could raise Itachi without any help, I could also raise Sai. If he talks to me, that is."

Sai was oblivious to his adoptive father's glance. He was too absorbed with his art to care anyway. Neji adopted him two years ago when he was rescued from an orphanage that was actually an underground assassination organization that raises orphans to be weapons. The seven-year old child was emotionally stunted even though the businessman tried hard for him to open up. The damage caused to Sai was more on his social behavior. He always smiled that fake smile towards others.

"Hn." Sasuke took a drink from his ice tea. Itachi was a normal Uchiha child so it was not hard raising him but Sai was a different case. He didn't have any idea why the Hyuuga adopted a child in the first place anyway. His attention was caught by four men in black patrolling around the grounds of the mall, looking all around. One approached them.

"Excuse me; did you notice someone running around here? One blonde man and a small child." He asked in a technical tone. They shook their heads and the man politely excused himself.

"Are they chasing those naked, dickless aliens like in the movies, Neji?" the boy asked without looking from what he was doing.

"No Sai. There are no aliens and please defer from using 'dickless'." Neji sighed. The raven-haired man smirked at his friend's problematic face. "You're a useless father-figure, aren't you?"

The businessman glared at the lawyer. "Shut up."

"But aliens are obviously dickless since they don't wear any clothes or underwear. They're not ashamed of parading around without their penises, aren't they?" Sai continued, this time looking at the two adults with a fake smile on his face.

"Should I say like father, like son?"

"Sasuke, do me a favor and go die this instant." Neji reiterated his words back from the party. The young lawyer was never going to pass the chance to get back and irritate the other man. Revenge is sweet. He was about to make another annoying remark towards the man when he noticed a familiar figure walking around.

"Itachi?"

It was indeed his son with a blonde woman in tow. What does this mean? The boy told him earlier that he was going to see a friend but he didn't know that it was a woman. He stood up and walked towards the pair.

He was in for the surprise of his life

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Naruto was wearing a dress. He was in a fucking woman's dress, in fucking girly shoes and in a long blonde wig. He was even wearing a make-up, for crying out loud!

He was a woman with a dick; seeing his reflection didn't help at all.

"You look pretty, mom."

Itachi was smirking. That god-damn annoying smirk makes him want to walk out of this store in his birthday suit.

"You really look beautiful ma'am! I'm sure your husband would bring you to the nearest closed room and…" the brunette saleslady giggled and winked suggestively at Naruto.

"Why-!" the boy tugged at his hand warningly and smiled at the lady. "I'm sure dad would be so proud of hi—her. Thanks to you, of course."

"Oh no! Your mother was already good-looking. The make-up and the clothes just highlighted it more." The woman said in a humble voice. "Though her built is taller and larger than the usual customers. It must be of your foreign blood, ma'am."

Bitch, I'm a man so I'm larger than a woman. Stupid day.

He wanted to cry for his masculinity when he saw his reflection in the floor-to-floor mirror. He knew that he was not that handsome but looked decent enough to get girlfriends and dates. His dates and his friends told him that he was more on the cute and boyish side because of his eyes and young-looking face.

He was wearing a little black empire-waist dress with a pink belt that reached above his knee. His lean and muscular arms were well hidden by the long sleeved beige bolero. His legs were hidden by black stockings paired with white and silver ballet shoes. He tearfully looked at his once-flat chest that now had two well shaped bumps, courtesy of the brassiere and the silicon inserts the boy gave him. He was even put in a wig tied in pig tails and his scars were skillfully concealed in the well-done make-up.

The mirror showed him a frowning yet attractive woman. It didn't help boost his ego since the attractive was followed by a woman. It just made his manly ego deflate more.

"Thank you for coming!" the woman handed a card to the young boy and bowed. Itachi carried the paper bag that contained his original clothes, clasping his hand and pulling him out of the store. He felt uncomfortable with the swishing of the skirt and the sensation of the stockings rubbing against his legs.

"I hate you." He glared at the boy's back.

"I'm helping you. They won't recognize you in that outfit so bear with it until we get out and you change back."

The blonde man sighed and sulkily followed the boy around. He could feel the stares of the people in the mall. He never felt so conscious in his life.

"She's so pretty! You think she's a model?"

"Do you think she looks a bit awkward walking all hunched like that?"

"You stupid man! Stop drooling at her!"

"Is that handsome boy her son? Of course, he'll look good with a mother like that."

The boy spoke up when he heard the comments. "People are so shallow, only judging by looks. I really get sick with that superficiality.

His annoyance slowly vanished and he straightened his posture. The kid sure was early in understanding on how fickle the humans were. Itachi understood that well because he came from a rich family, surrounded by those kinds of person while growing up.

"They are, aren't they?" Naruto said softly. He could relate well since he had been exposed to those criticizing stares when he was younger. Being the son of a late famous clothes designer and a large company-holder 'helped'. That's why he avoided that kind of life, straying away from his family name.

"But I do agree that you looked good, mommy." Itachi said with an amused glint on his eyes. But understanding that didn't help erase his smugness. The blonde wanted to call him the 'mini-bastard.'

"Itachi, what are you doing here?"

What.

The.

Fuck.

He was very familiar with that voice. He would not forget that suave and baritone voice even after a gazillion years of his life. Itachi ran towards the man, never noticing how the blonde was frozen in his space.

"Dad."

Naruto was not ready to meet him yet. Please let my hearing be wrong. Or let the ground open up and swallow me into inexistence. I could be Satan's bitch for all I care, just don't let him see me.

"This is my friend, the one who gave me the accessory."

The boy led the tall and handsome man in front of him. His pleas were in naught since he was face-to-face with the bastard. He refused to let his gaze part from the shiny, tiled floor of the establishment.

Uchiha Sasuke.

+TBC+


Naruto's a knockout in his sexy no jutsu ne? xDD I really wanted to write a scene where he cross dresses and the perfect time came up. I have a thing for men who looks good in dresses, especially in anime. They just look so good BD

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