Coincidence-a/n: Hello. I must admit, I never really knew you would have to do a disclaimer, I find it rather a nuisance, but since I don't wanna be sued, I guess I would have to do it.

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I WISH I OWN NARUTO, BUT SADLY, I DON'T.


Sasuke looked at the child with awe. Never had he seen a more death-like toddler, with pale skin and ghostly eyes that reflected pain, loneliness, longing and fear. Cautiously, he stepped into the battlefield, "what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." He glared at the child, who remained huddled in his chair.

Hearing the stranger's hostile tone, Makoto burst into another round of sobs. "You are meanies!" He teared pitifully and scrambled out of the chair, but Sasuke's strong lifted him into the air and onto the couch, where Mrs. Uchiha sat with Mr. Uchiha.

"Alright kid, who is your mom and what the f***are you doing here? Your dad doesn't happen to be Itachi right?" The child shook his head weakly, and hid behind the huge desk and looked at the man.

"Shush, Sasuke. Is that how you would speak to a child?" Mrs. Uchiha gently reprimanded her son. A warm smile was adorned on her lips as she turned to the child, "Now, may I know your name?"

"Mommy said not to talk to strangers…"Makoto said in a high voice taut with tension. However, he felt safer to this woman with a nice smile than to the man with a frown.

"Then who the fuck is your mom?" Sasuke growled, his patience used up. Here he was negotiating with a child when he could be earning billion with each passing minute.

"Sasuke, you disappoint me. I'd expect you to hold out much longer with this kind of situation, especially with a child in the scene. And what happens if the child happens to be the son of an important business partner and you could lose billions of dollars because you lack patience? Mr. Uchiha stated, without looking up from the newspaper he read. He flipped a page, his eyes running over the small letters. "Besides, the child's mother is apparent already. Take a look at his backpack and you shall see his name. Makoto Haruno, which means he is Sakura's son." He folded his newspaper into quarters, and laid it on the glass coffee table gently.

Sasuke fumed silently throughout his father's lecture, thinking about how to take revenge on the little squirt later. " Alright! I'll get Cynthia to return him to his mom." Sasuke grumbled.

"of course not! That Cynthia is always so lazy. Just now, she was sleeping! It is so shameful Sasuke, type out a firing letter. She is fired! And you shall return the boy to his mom yourself, because Cynthia will probably mess up, and send him to the orphanage instead." Mrs. Uchiha ranted. She glanced at her watch. " I have to get going, my company needs me, and your father has to get to the realty part of our company." She smiled at Sasuke, "remember to go eat something, don't just work, it's bad for your body."

"Good bye, son." Mr. Uchiha linked arms with Mrs. Uchiha and left, with Mrs. Uchiha waking Cynthia up with a loud knock on her desk. The redhead shot upm and sent a glaring Mr. Uchiha an apologetic smile.

Sasuke glared at Makoto, who stared back innocently up at him. "Alright, let's get going." He grabbed the boy by the arm and gave the boy a look of disdain.

"Can you please let go of my arm? It hurts, Mr. Meanie." Makoto said to Sasuke, giving him an equal look of disdain. Sasuke's eyes softened at the child's ability to imitate.

"Shut up." Sasuke threw a cold look over his shoulder, and walked on, taking long strides, leaving the child running to keep up. Makoto's eyes flashed a dangerous red with anger.

The long walk to the elevator was filled with silence. Makoto trailed behind, looking at the huge painting of an apple. His eyes glare at it and he stays firmly rooted to the spot, with no intention of moving. "What's that?" he points, "why is it an apple? Why not an orange? Why is the apple green and not red? How come there ar-" he looked up. There wasn't anybody with him. Suddenly, there was a loud CLICK! And darkness engulfed the large office. The apple glowed an eerie green, Makoto shivered noticeably, not from the cold, but from the eerie vision before him.

"Anyone? Mommy? Mister Meanie?" A tiny voice rang out in the dark. There was no reply.

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I know you people will murder me for this. But don't worry. More good will come. And sorry for the late update. Lately, school was hectic and kind of disgusting, with all that work. I"ll try to update more often. And for those who think it's boring…me too. This chap. Is DEFINETLY boring me out. But it's kinda a writer's block? Gomenaisai…however u spell that.

Credits of Inspiration: Stephanie…sorry, I kinda forgot ur penname…-.-'

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