So, this chapter is going to better make sense once I get chapter 8 out. But, yeah, here are a few little moments of sadness, and cuteness. Depending on how you look at it.

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"Speaking from the other room"

"Speaking on a video"

Ch.7

"speaking from another room" "speaking on video"

"Dad…look, I don't care, un. I just… when I blew up at you, I didn't think you were…serious, un, with the person. I'm sorry for losing my shit, un." I could hear Deidara's voice from Dad's bedroom across the hall from my own. I sighed, sitting down on my bed, listening as Dad replied.

"I know. And…god, you don't know how…well…I guess I mean to say that you don't know how guilty I feel. I know how Naruto feels. Honestly though. I want him to be happy. You see it too, right? Him and Sasuke? I'm not crazy?" I bolted up, standing to move towards the door, and lean against it.

"You are crazy, but yeah. I see it. Do you really think he'd act on it, un? Ad I know you feel guilty…it's not your fault, un. No one is at 'fault' here at all, un. He's just unwilling to look out for himself, un. He won't care about any of his own feelings if someone else doesn't help him, un. You should talk with him."I could hear Deidara stand from Dad's bed, his shoes scuffling towards me as he got closer to Dad's door.

"Oh, and what about you and Itachi? Have you spoken to him in the past…year or so? You know,"Dad's voice was louder this time a he spoke again, a teasing edge working it's way into his words. "I can't remember the last time I saw the two of you together. Maybe we should relive some old memories, eh?" A click, along with a small beep, and a few more clicks, showed that Dad had turned on his television, and was flipping it onto the setting connected to the DVD player.

Almost immediately, I heard Deidara's movements stop completely, as two small baby-ish voices sounded along in the home video Dad was playing now. I could barely recognize Deidara's voice, along with Itachi's.

"Itaaa~, gimme it BACK! I need my clay, UN!" Leaning my forehead against the door, I could hear Deidara's heavy breathing, and Dad's quiet, weighed down chuckle.

"I want to play with it. It's…squishy." I almost smiled, remembering which video this was. I had watched so many home videos over the past few years; I'd already seen that video in particular about four or five times now.

"But. Wait, un! AWWWWW, man! DADDY, you's gotta buy me more clay, un. Or…Yeah. Clay, un….Um.. yeah, clay, un." I chuckled, Deidara had been very…slow as a child, he often paused to repeat a word once or twice before moving along the rest of the sentence. "Ita-kun, stop that right this…this…inst-..insta-…um…whatever! Un, stop it!" A loud smack was heard from the video, and I heard Deidara's soft, quiet, laugh.

"That bastard should've seen it coming, un." Deidara had opened Dad's door, and was staring down at me. I slowly stood up, readying myself to make a run for it, screaming a little as Deidara grabbed my hair and pulled me into Dad's room.

"Enough of my precious memories, un. Where's that video of Naru-chan and Sasuke-kun?" My eyes widened, I hadn't been aware of any videos with the two of us in them at all.

"No, Dad, please, I-" I couldn't hold myself up very well, and when Deidara released his grip on my hair, I slipped down to my knees on the carpeted flooring of my Dad's bedroom.

"Sasuke-kun, say hi!" I couldn't bring myself to look up at the screen, my Dads voice back then was painful enough to hear.

In that moment, I remembered back then, when we were little.

"Hiii camera! This is Naru-chan. He's my bestest fwend, and Aniki said one day, when we get owder, we gunna be married! And…and, we gunna be togetha foweva!" I looked up to the screen to see little five-year-old Sasuke, bright-eyed, an big smile in place, with his two little arms wrapped around my own neck.

Ch.8