Narkness says: Yet another chapter, (holy chakra thats four chapters in one day!)

(I'm so lonely.)

(Insert Disclaimer here.) I think we have established that I do not own Naruto.

R&R, pleaseeeeeeeeee!

People who are nice enough to review : Sanctus Espiritus (chapter two.) I thank you.


Naruto perched cautiously on a rooftop, monitoring the house that 'Itachi' had run inside of. He could sense five different chakras, two children's and three adults, all ninja. Naruto had learned to think twice than to bust into a strange house and be attacked by ninjas with a powerful advantage. They knew their way around the house, Naruto did not.

He was considering busting inside when the black cloaked man emerged from the house. Too easy, your ass is mine Uchiha.


"Where did Itachi go?" Nazo demanded of Sakura as she jammed food into brown paper bags in the kitchen. Sakura glanced at her sixteen year old adopted son in annoyance.

"Quiet Nazo, people could be listening!"

"Fine Kitsune. Where the hell did Aruku go!?"

"He's distracting the stalker, okay! Go get the kids! Get ready, we're leaving. NOW!"


Sasuke snapped from his daydream as a black cloaked man ran down the main street, Naruto in hot pursuit. He left Naruto to chase the man, a thief was not worth his time. He rested his head back, leaning back on his chair that sat on the balcony. He slipped back into the daydream, Sakura was there waiting for him in the dream.


Itachi smirked as he watched the Kyyubi container follow his shadow clone into the mists of the forest.

"Fool..." He muttered. Too easy. He could catch up with Sakura and the kids quicker than expected. But first... He turned and bolted back towards the house.


Naruto growled in frustration as the man he roundhouse kicked disapaited into smoke. He'd been so intent on killing he hadn't thought Itachi might use a shadow clone.

"I will find you Itachi... I'll fucking destroy you."


Itachi hurriedly doused the hallways and rooms of his house with alcohol and kerosene, it had been a safe place for the past five years. He would be sad to see it burn. He'd worked hard to get a roof over his family's heads and food on the table. He tossed exploding scrolls in to the house, running as the house exploded in flames.


Narkness: I know, I know yet another short chapter.

Just give me a few hours of sleep and ther'll be a new chappy in the morning! YAY!

R&R, you get a cookie.