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~9~

Sasuke sat uncomfortably in the large recliner, his blunt nails digging into the arms as Itachi sat in the darkness. His fist pressed firmly into his jaw, eyes narrowing but he refused to utter anything to anyone who wanted to start a conversation with him. He went mute all over again. Sasuke had only seen this once, back when their father had been arrested back when he was 7, but there was one person who brought Itachi back from the dead. He gave up on life, and Kyuubi was the only one who actually managed to show Itachi that life meant everything to him; showed him that though things happen, you always have someone to lean on.

Now Itachi lost that support, and he continued to wilt then free fall back into despair. Sasuke averted his gaze towards the window, a small lamp being the only thing giving the brothers light to see, but Sasuke noticed the faint figure running across the street in front of their home. He rose from his seat, stalking towards the window, while Itachi continued to gaze off in nothingness. "Itachi, maybe you need to rest...You're hurt and stress could be dangerous for your heart at this point in time." The 16-year-old glanced over his shoulder, pursing his lips upon seeing that deadpan stare that Itachi continued to display. "Itachi!" Those enraged eyes darted towards him, his teeth baring and eyes bloodshot.

"I'm fine. You don't need to bitch about what I do-"

"-You're doing it again."

"Like I said. Don't bitch about what I do...I'm older." Sasuke scoffed, his gaze hardening as he looked out the blinds and analyzed their surroundings.

"Someone's outside." Itachi languidly rose from his seat, stalking towards the staircase as Sasuke continued to investigate. "Itachi, you don't want to eat?"

"Not hungry, just leave me alone." He retorted, ascending the stairs and slammed his bedroom door, eliciting Sasuke to jump from being startled. This behavior seemed so incongruous to Itachi, yet he was always the estranged and nonchalant type. Sasuke averted his gaze back towards the outside, cursing under his breath after loosing sight of whoever snuck around in the night.

"God dammit!" He face palmed himself and sighed inwardly, loathing that everything was so screwed up! He understood why Kyuubi was angry at him, but he couldn't do anything about what happened. What would he have done, if Sasuke did say that his father actually raped someone around the same time Naruto began to act completely out of character. Would that have stopped Naruto from ending up in the hospital? Would that have ended all the abuse? Yeah, Sasuke found out that the two (being his brother and Kyuubi) actually were dating, and now there was a possibility that he'd be an uncle. "Maybe, school will be better tomorrow." he mused, making his way upstairs towards his room.


Mikoto sat in the passenger seat of Tobi's BMW, staring deadpan out the window next to her. He glanced over at her, his eyes solemn as she seemed to drown herself in deep thought. Coming to a stop at the stoplight, he reached over and caressed her stomach, at which those swollen eyes averted towards his. He smiled at that, loving her tender embrace and he was finally starting a family with the woman he loved most. Fugaku never truly deserved Mikoto in the first place, and he would show the world how much she meant to him. "Lighten up, Mikoto. Everything will be okay. Lets just rest and start things in the morning." She nodded her head in agreement, giggling when Tobi hiccuped abruptly.

"I know, Tobi. It's just I'm concerned for Tachi. Knowing how upset Kyuubi seemed, he could've broke his heart and that would devastate me." The raven carded his fingers through his shaggy hair, slowly driving down the road as rain began to plummet down to earth. The windshield wipers, whipping from side to side right before their eyes.

"You worry too much, Hun." He stated, turning down their neighborhood street, glancing over at Mikoto who seemed to be in a daze, but he knew she was listening to him. "Think of us getting married when your divorce is final. Our family that we'll be starting, and think about how much money Itachi will be making once he takes over the family business." She nodded, kissing him upon his cheek, once he parked the car in front of her home. Paparazzi everywhere in the pouring rain, taking photos of her while Tobi escorted her towards the front door. Blocking, shoving, and cursing for them to stay away from his family.

"Mikoto Uchiha, what do you think about Fugaku raping that young boy?-"

"-Why did you stay with Fuagku after finding out that he molested Itachi, all those years ago?-"

"-Shut up! Leaved her alone!" Tobi shouted, pushing a random man who tried to grab her. He wrapped his arms around Mikoto, and unlocked the front door. "Goodnight love." He whispered, kissing her on the forehead, before whipping around and jostling his way through the frantic crowd of drama feeding bastards. She closed the door. Placing her wet leather jacket on the coat rack, while looking around in the dark interior of her ginormous home. Everything was quiet... Too quiet to her liking. She made her way towards Itachi's room, languidly opening the door cautiously to find her eldest child laying face up on his head. Eyes open and mouth slightly agape. His eyes quickly darted towards Mikoto who sighed in relief, resting her hand against her heart while chuckling.

"You okay, dear?" He sat up on the bed, watching the woman sit down and rub her plump belly.

"How's it like being a parent?" She seemed confused by what he inquired, carding her hair to the left and pondered on the question.

"It's a wonderful thing. You get a little person to love, and they love you back. Just watching them grow up is an unforgettable experience." She smiled, and rested her petite hand against Itachi's face, shaking her head in shame. "I'm so sorry...I'm sorry I could've have protected you. I was too weak, and yet you still forgave me-"

"-It wasn't your fault-"

"-Yes it was baby. I should've left the moment I caught him hurting you...I should've gotten my divorce and took you boys with me to somewhere safer, but I couldn't. I feared that no one would want me. Without Fugaku, I wouldn't have been able to provide for you boys. I didn't have a lot of money when I met Fugaku, and I didn't know how much money he had until you came into this world." Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, as Itachi averted his gaze, and pulled her into an embrace. "I'm sorry I'm crying all the time...these hormones are so annoying sometimes...Baby, I'm so sorry-"

"-I promise I won't end up like father. I'll go to consoling and do all I can to make things right. You did nothing wrong in my eyes, and I'll love you no matter what." She thanked Itachi repeatedly, kissing his cheek, and began to wipe her eyes. "Mother..." She looked at him.

"Yes?" He sighed nonchalantly.

"I'm going to see Fugaku tomorrow, so I won't be a school-"

"-Why would you want to do that?!-"

"-I have to face him and tell that bastard how I feel. I can't move on if I don't talk to him." She stared at him in amazement, loving how bold he was. Itachi never let anything keep him down. "I'm an Uchiha. I face all adversity head on, and I want this to be a reminder for future reasons."

"Okay Itachi, if that's what you want."


Itachi sat in front of Fugaku, his eyes hardening as the monster of his past sat before him. The orange jumpsuit wrinkled, and his once cleaned face, now had a scraggly beard decorating it. Itachi wore a red polo shirt, black skinny jeans, with red, white, and black Jordan's. His hair pinned up in the back of his head, and those eyes calculating the man who seemed dull. What an encumbrance he was. Every now and then, Fugaku would send his son a lecherous glance or gesture at which he shrugged it off. "Why did you come to see me?" The younger version of the man scoffed at him, and rested his hands upon the top of the table.

"You are my father are not you?" Itachi retorted, his eyes condemning the man who shuffled his hands around in the cuffs.

"You could say that...but tell me the real reason you're-"

"-I forgive you." Fugaku was taken aback by this, unaware at how abashed he looked when Itachi uttered those words he'd never thought to hear him say of all people. "I forgive you for all the pain you put me through, and I forgive you for hurting mother as badly as you. You brought shame to our family, and I forgive you. The more I stay mad at you, the more I realize I can't move on with my life and with my family-"

"-Itachi...All this time, I'll been thinking about you. Son, I know it's wrong but I love you. I can't move on, because you have my heart!" Itachi shook his head in denial, listening to his father's excuses. "I want to be with you so much, Itachi...I-"

"-We can't be together and you know this." He growled. "You're sick, so I'm forgiving you to keep myself from ending up like this when I start a family." Fugaku wilted against his chair, eyes glazed over in desperation.

"You remind me of me when, I was your age. If only I was as strong as you, I'd probably be a different man than what I am now." Fugaku coughed into his sleeve, the air cooling down in the isolated room as Itachi continued to watch his father. "My father too was abusive. He'd beat me, and molest me daily. My mother knew what was going on, yet she allowed him to make a bitch outta me. Sometimes my mother would help my father or even call up his friends and told them to gang-bang. Not once did I ever tell a soul, not even Mikoto. My parents were crazy, and the torment scared me for life. I married you mother and when she told me she was pregnant, I promised myself I would never hurt you like my father did. But you grew up. And I felt that I finally had my chance to get back at that man for the years of abuse. I wanted him to feel how I felt. I never meant to hurt you, it was as if I was in a trance, and the person under me, crying and begging for mercy wasn't you." Itachi tapped a faint rhyme upon the surface of the table, his eyes turning into a solemn gaze just hearing about his father's past. "I loved my father, despite everything. I truly did love him...And Itachi, you remind me of how strong I once was, which makes me love you more as a person-"

"-I have to go."

"Okay...Son, I love you."

"Yeah..." He rose from his seat, and existed out the doors, while two officers came in to take Fugaku back to his cell.


Kyuubi stood in the mirror, ruffling out imaginary wrinkles from his white turtle neck, grey skinny jeans and black Shocks. His hair cascading down his back as he smirked at the reflection. Today he was going on his date with Sasori, just a casual outing among friends. Running over towards his dresser, he grabbed a condom packet and a pregnancy test if something went down. He didn't want any regrets. The 18-year-old grabbed his belongings and ran downstairs where Kushina cooked silently in the kitchen. After arriving home from the hospital last week when everything came into the light, Kyuubi unleashed the wrath of God upon both his parents. Minato now laid in bed with a busted lip and swollen eyes, while Kushina had been emotionally abused by her "perfect son", and they both had the nerve to blame Naruto for it all. Kyuubi opened his front door, smiling at Sasori who had just arrived in front of his home, and got out the car helping the teen towards his Honda. "You look nice, Kyuubi-"

"-You do as well, Sasori." He cooed. The man was clad in a fancy black suit, and his hair let loose and curly.

"You ready to go, cutie?" He nodded, thanking the man for opening the door and letting him in. Sasori turned the car back on, at which the vehicle roared to life and off they went to an exquisite restaurant. DSS had called the home a few days ago to question the parents, but they didn't cooperate so police officials were contacted. It's just a matter of time before both Uzumaki parents will be thrown into jail. Right along with Fugaku Uchiha.

"How's Naruto doing?" Kyuubi abruptly asked, his emerald eyes meeting brown for a mere second, before averting his gaze back towards the road ahead. It was late at night, around the time when most adult couples decided to have a run on the old town. The man smiled, revealing his pearly whites.

"He's getting better each day. I've never seen a kid as strong as him-"

"What about him being able to conceive again?" Sasori shrugged his shoulders, whipping the car into the parking lot of La Luna.

"You would have to ask his Gynecologist about that. I'm just the main doctor, that works on getting him back healthy again." Sasori opened his door then beckoned Kyuubi to follow into the restaurant. The cold night air nipping at his body, until they ventured inside and sat down at a round booth. Sasori watched Kyuubi intently, smirking when he did something he deemed as cute.

"What would you fellas like to drink?" A young feisty waitress asked, as she approached the table.

"I'll have a water." Kyuubi answered.

"And I'll have an iced tea with lemon."

"Okay boys. Just let me know when you're ready to order." She winked and departed towards the counter to fix their drinks. The doctor sighed, tapping a consistent rhyme upon the table while Kyuubi searched through the menu for something intriguing to eat. He was unabashed by how ignorant he was, since Kyuubi rarely ate at fancy places like this. Itachi always took him to McDonald's, Applebee's, Bojangles, or other places that the kid was so used to going to.

"You should eat the steak with mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables." Kyuubi arched an eyebrow at the statement, closing his menu pleasantly.

"You come here often I see." Sasori chuckled, entwining his fingers.

"This is where I come to have dinner with other doctors...it's kinda of our hotspot if you'd call it that-"

"-You've changed so much since high school-"

"-You have to adjust to your environment, and lets say I adjusted quicker than most who wanted to party."

"Here's your drinks. Now what can I get you guys?" Sasori carded his hair and lolled against the booth.

"We'll have the steak with mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables...just one plate please." She nodded and skipped away leaving the two to converse about the old days. They talked and laughed, until a large steaming plate of food came before them.

"It looks so delicious-"

"-I know something that looks better." Sasori teased, smirking mischievously as Kyuubi struggled to cut the thick meat, releasing a mantra of obscenities under his breath. "Need some help?" Sasori inquired as he scooted over next to Kyuubi, taking the knife and fork, slicing into steak with ease. Dipping the cut into steak sauce before blowing his food until it cooled down and placed it delicately into Kyuubi's awaiting cavern. "How's it taste?" The 18-year-old smiled, his jaws moving to devour his food.

"I'm never tasted anything this amazing!" Kyuubi exclaimed, blushing when a flirtatious smirk adorned the doctor's face.

"I think this tastes better." Sasori whispered against his lips, pressing his soft mouth against the latter's. One arm wrapped around his waist, while the other rested on the back of the booth. Kyuubi cocked his head to the side, smacking lips while Sasori dominated the kiss. He pulled away languidly, watching Kyuubi whimper at the lost of those sinful lips. "Eat, and maybe you'll get more than just a kiss." This warmed the 18-year-old up, his eyes averting to hide the insecurities. Together they ate, kissed, and ate some more.

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"Dinner was great, Sasori." Kyuubi stated, as the doctor held the door open for him. It's been 2 weeks since the argument between the two at his home, and lately Naruto's condition has gradually gotten better, but not by that much. He went into shock a few days ago, and has now been in a coma for 5 days now.

"You drink?" Sasori inquired as they took off their shoes and he entered into the kitchen, as Kyuubi stood dumbfounded in the large luxurious home. He'd thought that the Uchiha's had money, but they had nothing on Sasori's place.

"Ummm, sure I'll have a glass." He heard the man chuckle from the kitchen as he shifted his weight on both heels. "Hey, umm Sasori where's the bathroom in this place?"

"Go down this hallway, first door on the right." He thanked the male and walked down the narrow hallway of tan painted walls with velvet drapes on every window or above each candle holder. He examined his surroundings, admiring his extravagant decor. Everything was beautiful. He pushed the door opened, stepped inside, and gawked at the marble tub. It was practically like a room itself. He closed the door hastily, running towards the toilet where he unzipped his pants and grabbed the pregnancy test out of his bag. His heart was racing as he used the restroom and took care of his business, placing the test of the countertop. He fastened his clothes back, lolling against the wall as he waited. Lately he'd been having these excruciating pains in his stomach, which always led to him throwing shit up. A soft ping went off after 3 minutes, eliciting his heart to stop for a brief second or two. The red-head grabbed the test and sighed languidly. Whatever it said, he'd be happy with it. Opening his eyes, Kyuubi gawked at the pregnancy test with his mouth slightly agape.

+Positive.

"I'm...pregnant?" Kyuubi mused inwardly, whipping around as the bathroom door opened and in stepped Sasori who arched an eyebrow at him.

"Kyuubi, are you okay." The red-head nodded, pushing the test behind his back before Sasori could actually see that shit. He had to go home but...No! He couldn't just leave like this! He began growing taut as Sasori approached him and pinned him against the wall, at which he suckled the nape of his neck. Hands roaming his body, Kyuubi felt like he was back in 9th grade all over again.

"Nnnnngh...aaaaah...Sa..." Kyuubi couldn't stop him, his body seemed to react on its own.

'Come on! Stop him Kyuubi, you're pregnant!' He mused inwardly, his hand pressing against Sasori's chest, which elicited him to bite down on the teen's collarbone. "Nnnnnngh..." The red-head gripped his wrist, pulling it away from his chest and held it against the wall as he began to grind his erection against the 18-year-old. "St...st..nnnn" The red-head kissed Kyuu on the lips, eliciting soft moans to erupt from his lips as he tried to break away from him. Sasori reached behind him and groped his perky ass. Kyuubi gasped out, lifting his knee to shove against Sasori's crotch but he felt too weak to even lift his leg up to reach that area.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." Sasori announced, gripping the bottom of Kyuu's clothes. Shirt rising, Pants loosing Kyuubi closed his eyes and hoped for the best. Kyuubi threw his head back, gasping out as Sasori licked the nape of his neck, at which the 18-year-old grabbed his shirt and shoved the man away abruptly. Sasori gawked at Kyuubi, dumbfounded that he'd stopped their soon-to-be sex. "You okay?"

"I...I think this is all moving to fast for me. I need to go home and rest for a while- just until I can you know feel better-"

"-So you are sick?" The red-head Lolled against the beige wall, his emerald eyes intently calculating those brown ones that burned into his soul.

"Yea, I'm sick right now." Sasori grabbed Kyuubi's hand pulling the teen into a loving embrace.

"We don't have to do anything until you're ready. I'll take you home now, if you want."

"Please, do." Sasori placed a delicate kiss upon his forehead, and guided the teenager out of his bathroom towards the main area where the front door was. But little did Kyuubi know, he accidentally left the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Out and in the open.


Sasori stalked down the hallway to his main restroom dwelling on what happened a few nights ago, in the restroom with Kyuubi. He loathed that he was so close to claiming him, yet so far. Opening the door, he arched an eyebrow upon seeing the long white tube lolling on the countertop. "The hell is that?" He mused, grabbing the device and turning it over.

A pregnancy test?

His eyes hardened at the sight of the word positive plastered upon the screen. He knew that Kyuubi was the only one to enter into the bathroom, and Sasori sure as hell didn't sleep with any women lately. "Now, this explains a lot, Kyuubi..." He growled inwardly.


Itachi approached the huddle of boys during the basketball practice, his loose shorts, made of silk and black swayed as he took each step. His hair fixed into a low riding ponytail, and the newly pumped basketball rested firmly under his right armpit. "Guys, we having practice or what?" All the guys quickly averted their gazes, and ran over to greet him. Itachi Uchiha, captain of the basketball team. He stared emotionlessly at the crowd, disappointed that Kyuubi was no where among them. His black sleeveless shirt with a huge Uchiha Corp. symbol on the front and a large number one on the back. Above the number, his last name was found plastered for everyone to see. It had been 2 weeks since he was abruptly stabbed, and Naruto is doing fairly good.

He went to visit the blonde a few days back when Sasuke persuaded him into going. He mainly went because, he thought to see Kyuubi there, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Taking the ball into his hands, Itachi began to dribble, crossing the ball through his legs, and shooting from a random 3 point spot. It hit the rim, and everyone ran towards it except Itachi. He was still quite baffled about everything going on, and he so desperately needed to get his priorities straight before he did anything. They had a big game in two days, and Kyuubi hasn't shown up for any of the schedule practices. Was this a way to avoid Itachi? Damn, like he didn't need to be avoided! He wanted to see his boyfriend! Itachi felt so lonely without Kyuubi by his side. Also, the 18-year-old just started consoling to better himself and move forward with his life. All of this was to please Kyuubi Uzumaki, and if that could not bring him back into Itachi's arms...than what could? The gymnasium doors opened, revealing the red-head who wore a black vest over a white long sleeve shirt, black skinny jeans, and white Nikes that Itachi bought him a year ago.

They still looked brand new. "Keep practicing guys, I'll be right back." The raven jogged over towards his boyfriend -ex boyfriend. His onyx eyes lightening as Kyuubi lolled against the bleachers and gave a flirty smile. "You look amazing...as aways." Itachi cooed, leaning forward towards the other's ear. Smirking against his temple at the feel of Kyuubi shuddering. "If only you were at my place looking this ravishing." Kyuubi pushed him away, his eyes narrowed with a lustful undertone hidden inside, but Itachi saw that this relationship was truly over. The red-head wore his gorgeous hair in its usual bun, but for some odd reason he had the vest zipped up, even though it was clearly sunny and warm outside. "Are you are least going take that damn vest off, you're making me hot-"

"-Why does what I wear concern you, Uchiha-"

"-Because, I don't want my boyfriend passing out from a damn heart stroke-"

"-Im not your boyfriend-"

"-You say that-"

"-I mean that." Kyuubi glared at Itachi, who forcefully grabbed his forearm and stormed out of the gym, with Kyuu stumbling behind him. "What the hell is your problem?!" The Uzumaki exclaimed, dusting off his vest as Itachi calculated him in the vacant corridor.

"Don't lie to me...Why do you have that vest on?" Kyuubi scoffed at him, folding his arms against his pectoral muscle.

"Why do you care?...Your father didn't care about impregnating my damn brother!-"

"-What the fuck does that have to do with you wearing that damn vest?!-"

"-You're oblivious!"

"Take the damn vest off!"

"No!"

"Take it off, Kyuu!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Fine!" He latched ahold of the zipper and yanked it down, discarding the thick vest to the ground, as Itachi started at him. Kyuubi looked a bit bigger. Itachi analyzed him, walking around to get a side view, and that's when he noticed. Kyuubi was gaining a stomach. "You happy now?!" He exclaimed, tears flooding his eyes. Itachi arched an eyebrow at that, pondering on why the boy was so fucking emotional. "I'm fat! And it's all your god damn fault, Uchiha!-"

"-You only gained like 5 pounds, and your stomach isn't that big.-"

"-It will be! I'll be huge thanks to you!" Itachi gawked at him, his eyes darting towards the other's abdomen as a slight smile adorned his face.

"Kyuubi, you're pregnant?" The red-head pushed pass him, cursing at Itachi he detained him against the wall. "You will not ignore me any longer...I'm tired of running after you, and I've done this shit since the damn beginning!" Kyuubi gawked at him, frightened that Itachi was actually yelling at him. It was a first. Don't get it wrong, he'd seen the Uchiha angry just never angry with him. "Are you carrying my baby?!...Well?!" Kyuubi refused to answer. "...I do everything for you and this one time when my father does something, you run away! I'm done chasing after you and if you walk away, I'll let you go." Kyuubi shoved Itachi away, snatching up his vest and stormed down the corridor, his eyes glistening as the light danced on his eyes. He came to a hiatus, turning to meet Itachi's damning gaze, his eyes hardening. "Are you leaving?"

"Are...Are you seriously doing this?" This baffled Kyuubi, his mouth opening and closing as he thought of things to say.

"I'm tired of it all."

"But I'm not!...Itachi you-"

"-If you aren't here for basketball practice, you should leave." The raven scoffed at the dumbfounded teen, and entered back into the gym, leaving Kyuubi alone in the main corridor.