A/N: Here it is. Worship me. (Not really, you can throw rocks at me because it's so late.)

Disclaimer: (Do I own it?) Well, no. It makes me want to kill myself.

Warnings: Strong language, slight angst, slight violence, NOTE FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ UP TILL CHAPTER 364. IF YOU HAVEN'T, IGNORE THIS (DON'T READ IT, 364 SPOILER);I know that Deidara is dead, and that Tobi is actually Uchiha Madara, but I'm going to let them be alive-Deidara and idiot-Tobi. And Konan and Pain will be referred to as 'Leader' and 'Blue'. Don't like it, tough.

Notice: I will label the unknown member and the Leader 'Blue' and 'Leader', so that people won't have to stop reading because I'll spoil things for them. You who know their names will just have to bear with it.

Notice II: This is just a chapter to prolong your suffering until the actual twist will occur. :) I'm pure evil and I'm God. And also, because I really think I've accidentally made all the characters so perfect and flawless, but that's not the case, is it?

He studied the green scenery. It was strange to be back at Konoha again.

Itachi never complained about anything. He never really felt anything for anyone or anything. Even so, he couldn't deny the rising feeling in his gut, eating away at him.

He didn't want to be here.

He wanted to run far away.

He felt weak.

The one place in the world that made him feel weak and sick.

Itachi hated this goddamned place. He wanted to burn it all to the ground and sent the dust to another dimension. It wasn't the place he hated. It was what is held.

He hated this place.

But he couldn't leave.

Because the Akatsuki and its purpose was to be fulfilled tomorrow night.

And, for once in a lifetime, the entire Akatsuki was gathered together.

Deidara was standing with Tobi hanging off his shoulder, looking ready to blast the shorter male into oblivion with some explosive clay. Tobi was just shining with curiosity, and Itachi could easily tell how much he wanted to just rush into the village and take a look around, like a little kid.

Get off me, you worthless little brat!

Senpai, when will we go? When will we go? When will we go?!

STOP!

But… Tobi is a good boy! Good! Good boy!

Zetsu was standing, debating silently with himself about an unknown matter. He looked, as usual, like a plant.

Do you think the Jinchuuriki will go for it? Perhaps, it is all a matter of how strong his feelings are. Well, I think he will. I don't. Well, don't believe it then. I am. Well, fine. Great.

Kisame was leaning on his enormous sword, shark-like face clothed with an expression of utmost boredom. He was excited, but all this waiting made him impatient and unfocused.

Let's go already.

Blue was staring straight at the village. Not quite at it though, Itachi noticed, it just happened to be where her gaze was directed. She had always been a little detached from reality, so it didn't surprise him she was in this state. The state where the world was more than one and one person had several alter egos. A state where she lingered between alternative universes.

Tomorrow… the will of God will be executed.

She could slip into a trance like that when she was excited.

And the Leader was standing behind them, in the shadow. The moonlight shone on his red hair which the shadows couldn't mask.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow night the trap would be laid.

Tomorrow their goal would be a step closer to being achieved.

And for once, Itachi felt like a child.

He wanted to run away and hide.

It didn't show.

But he still felt it.

The same thought kept going through his mind.

What will happen to him?

What will happen to him?

"Let me go there."

"No."

"Send me there."

"No."

"It's not a question."

"Nor a wish I will grant."

"Why can't you?!"

"Because I can't."

"No, you just don't want to!"

"To a certain percentage, yes."

"You can't make decisions based on your personal feelings!"

"You cannot make demands based on your personal feelings either."

"But why are you like this?! Normally you wouldn't make such a big deal out of it!"

"But I am now. As you must know Suna is short on shinobi and even if we weren't I would not allow you to leave for Konoha at present time."

"Why are you doing this?! Why are you – ?!"

"This is the end of this discussion. Leave."

"Maa, troublesome woman."

Temari grinned and grabbed her husband's hand. Her pregnancy had made her extra excited. Even though she knew her hormones had yet to start going haywire, she felt so incredibly sped up and happy. Of course, she was to enter her third month very soon. And, to her extreme happiness, she had figured out she didn't feel nauseous morning time at all. It was replaced with cravings, and she had Shikamaru running errands for her.

She didn't really have to do anything at all.

Until the actual birth, but that was another six months away. So that was unnecessary to discuss yet.

She had a lot of free time now. There were no missions to fill her time, and that had pretty much been her life before engaging Shikamaru into her life. So, she had a lot of time. She had been very social during her stay here.

She had spent several days with her girlfriends, going out and looking at cute guys even though she was married. Not that she'd ever even think twice if she was presented with an opportunity to cheat. No way in hell.

But of course, it was always fun to pretend, to leave Shikamaru hanging.

He actually got a little nervous!

It was so fun to see him a little shaky.

She always comforted him afterwards, though. He was so fragile, the little cry-baby.

Today, she had craving for ice cream.

Strawberry ice cream.

She had told Shikamaru to get it, but of course he had bought the wrong kind. It was strawberry flavour, but the ice cream texture displeased her, so she needed so go buy it herself to get the right kind. And dragged Shikamaru along with her. Why go alone when you could have someone with you?

"Well, you wouldn't have to do it again if you had gotten it right the first time." She said in a mock-scolding tone when he protested.

"That sounds like it has something to do with sex." Shikamaru said with a sigh.

"Why? Feeling insecure?" Temari snickered.

"You're pregnant. I must be up the right alley at least."

"If you're so displeased about where sex has taken you then maybe we should just stop having sex." she said in a mocking tone and marched ahead of him, head ridiculously high and arms crossed over her chest.

"Oi! Let's not get ahead of ourselves!"

Temari laughed and started running ahead.

Gaara was soon going to go into a state of total rage.

A state of bloodlust, pain, torture and death.

Like the fits he used to have when he was a child.

During these fits which could last for hours, he had killed people.

Just because their blood on his hands and skin made them succumb to him, they gave into him, his opinion was the right one and nothing was changing that once the challenging voice was silenced, Gaara was once again the wise one. They sated his bloodlust.

Their blood on his hands made his feel superior and less vulnerable.

They had agreed to what he said, because they hadn't been strong enough to defend their opinions.

Therefore, what Gaara said was right.

He had killed them because they hadn't understood his words were the correct ones to believe in.

Soon, Gaara was going to have one of these attacks.

Because his brother wouldn't understand what Gaara was telling him.

Kankurou didn't understand him.

Kankurou didn't fucking understand why Gaara couldn't send him to Konoha even for a week.

The mere existence, the ridiculous idiotic aura of Kankurou drove him insane.

Why couldn't Kankurou understand what Gaara was saying?!

"Gaara, you're being so unreasonable! I only need to be there for five minutes, and then I'll return home! I need to sort some things out! I need to go there!"

"No." Gaara answered calmly, fingering on his pencil, pondering on which way he was going to sign the document. He had to think about other things, because underneath his collected appearance fury was swirling around inside him, rolling in waves around his heart, forcing his pulse and heartbeat to go faster and faster. His head was swimming with different thoughts, and it was all too hazy to make out anything but images. Someone getting ripped apart over and over again. His brother getting ripped apart over and over again. It felt as if his chest would explode.

Gaara wanted to scream and do… something! Not just sit and do nothing!

He wanted to silence Kankurou.

This was for his own good, and nothing else.

Gaara wasn't trying to make him angry.

Gaara wasn't trying to make him sad.

He wasn't trying to ruin whatever spirit Kankurou had left.

But he was faced with no choice.

His brother was tearing himself apart with this one-sided romance and God help him if Gaara was just going to sit back and watch it happen.

Why did he care?

He didn't know.

He just knew that it hurt him each time he saw his older brother get torn down.

Why allow him to get torn down?

It was all logic and common sense.

So why couldn't Kankurou understand?!

Kankurou yelled out in rage and waved his arms around. Gaara knew that gesture. His brother wanted to hit something, badly, but restrained himself.

The Kazekage bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed.

It was good enough.

The bloodlust inside him stilled a little, but not his anger.

Kankurou was so stupid and stupidity annoyed Gaara to the extent bordering to a severe disorder. In other words, stupid people sent him over the edge.

"I need to be there!"

"But you are not going to. Please leave."

"No, I won't leave! I'm not leaving until – no, I'll leave right now. I don't fucking care what you say and –"

Kankurou cut himself short, started marching towards the door and was just at the doorstep when the whole exit was blocked with a thick barrier of sand. A thin sheet of chakra started to pour from the older man's pores and covered him in a blue glow. He was on the verge of a furious outburst, and a powerful one at that. This was turning into was could promise to be a really, really troublesome situation.

"FUCK YOU!" Kankurou hollered and stomped towards him in a rapid pace, and the blue glow strengthened. "YOU WILL LET ME LEAVE AND YOU WILL DO IT NOW!"

Kankurou's anger and desperation made him irrational and forgetful. Irrational because he had absolutely no way of forcing Gaara to let him leave, and forgetful because he forgot how horrifying it could be if that part of Gaara was awakened. These two factors combined equaled something beyond chaos. One should never even approach that combination or try anything that might lead to that reaction. Bad things could happen.

And it did happened.

Gaara snapped.

The redhead flew forward in a movement invisible to the untrained eye.

A deafening crack was heard, followed by the loud sound of flesh hitting stone.

Gaara stood, panting in rage, fist high with a red, sticky liquid dripping down from it. His brother was splashed out over the stone wall, a bloody fist-print clothing his already painted face. The Kazekage's eyes were still green, but a different green. Fury, anger, rage, madness, craze, wrath, bloodlust and everything aggressive in this language coated their stares directed towards his brother. Cracks ran along the wall in every direction. The force of the blow had knocked Kankurou out cold even before he had hit the wall. A fraction to his skull would certainly be likely. His right shoulder poked up in an unnatural angle implying that it had been dislocated from its joint. A thin sheen or blood was visible behind his head and elbow, the skin must've been broken by the sheer power of the impact.

The Kazekage could feel himself splitting into two.

The first one wanted to carve that moronic gut out of his body and spit on the corpse.

The second one wanted to cry because of what he had just done.

We hurt him! God, we hit him! Is he okay?

He fucking deserved it! If he was so goddamn stupid to actually believe he could do something about the Hyuuga heir and her little dog hooking up, then he fucking deserved it! We just wanna smash him into bits! GODDAMNED IDIOT! WHY THE FUCK WOULD WE LET HIM GO THERE?! ONE REASON! NAME ONE! FUCKING M-M-MORON! HE N-N-NEEDED THAT! FUCKING IDIO-O-OT!

Gaara just stared for a minute.

Something wet slipped down his cheek from the corner of his eye, but he didn't even notice it.

The young male had floated into a state where he flew out of his own body and looked down on the scene below him. It was horrifying.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!

In the blink of an eye he was back into his own body, and he didn't like it. His limbs felt heavy with regret and something else he couldn't name. Panic, perhaps. He rushed forward and checked his pulse. Beating steadily still. The redhead let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

What if he had killed him?

What if he had killed his own brother?

And it hadn't been accidental either.

He had aimed the punch and landed it perfectly.

What in the name of fucking hell would've happened if he had killed his own brother?!

So what? One human more or less. Please don't say that! He could've just died. Stop it! Who cares about people? STOP IT!

He wiped with bloody hand on his robe and summoned a bandage which came swishing from a Band-Aid box from the bathroom. Crouching down, he tipped his brother's head forward, peering into the brown clump or hair in search for the wound that had left a stain of blood on the sand-white wall. Close to the neck there was a bump, and Gaara could only assume the injury was centered there.

After fifteen minutes of wrapping his brother's head with the bandage, making him look like a mummy, he grabbed hold of the shoulder and the accompanying elbow, which he had also dressed with bandage. He closed his eyes, turned his head away and grimaced as he heard a sloppy 'snap!' as he popped it back into place. This was so disgusting.

How could people be alive with this much blood inside them?

They should burst or drown in it.

It was sick.

Gaara felt a huge objection towards blood at the moment.

He felt bilge rise at the back of his throat and he had to move over to the window and seep some cold air into his lungs, soothing his jumpy system and nerves.

A groan was heard, and Gaara turned around.

Kankurou blinked hazily with the one eye that wasn't covered in bandage and hissed in pain when he moved to turn his upper body.

And since he was stupid, he tried to get up too.

It didn't work.

"SON OF A… MOTHERFUCKING – ARGH!"

Kankurou gave Gaara the evil eye.

Gaara stared back, indifferent on the outside and scared to death on the inside.

The older brother sighed, and tried to cross his arms, but failed. He muttered something that Gaara couldn't catch, and he asked the puppet-master to repeat it.

"I said it's not cool to punch your brother." Gaara frowned. He already knew that. But if Kankurou hadn't – God. This was frustrating and nerve-racking. "… But I guess you are so fucked up this is your little abnormal way of showing that you care, right?"

Kankurou gave him a light grin, and Gaara felt himself loosen up. Knotted muscles were released and a barrier inside his mind was blown right out. Maybe he wasn't so stupid after all.

He had understood, after all.

Gaara hooked his elbow with Kankurou's uninjured one and pulled him to his feet. Thankfully, thighs, knees, shins, ankles and feet were undamaged and those were the things that really mattered when being a puppet-master, meaning you have to run away fast if your dolly is defeated.

The older one winced.

"Not so hard next time, though."

Gaara ignored him but made a mental note in the back of his head to next time if there ever was to be one to take Kankurou's advice and continued walking, directing his steps towards the hospital wing in the Kazekage building, which Kankurou had already visited recently because of a fatal blow to the stomach.

Hopefully, there wouldn't be a next time.

"Don't yank me like that! I know where we're going."

... Stupid moron.

"I guess it's time for you to get appointed, is it? The council have all agreed, and you have proven worthy in combat and learning the village's rulebook."

"That's awfully official, baa-chan."

"Don't call me that, brat!"

Naruto grinned.

Tsunade sighed.

Maybe he had memorized all the rules (or cheated in some way, that was more likely…) and granted, he was undeniably an extremely skilled shinobi, but he was still so immature.

Although, he had grown from that annoying little brat she had first met with Jiraiya who wouldn't stop ranting about becoming Hokage, and how she had thought he was nothing but big talk. Then he had proved to be a very promising child, although the promise wasn't that obvious. It was more like obscured and almost invisible, but it was there.

"So?"

She leaned her face into her palms.

Obnoxious little brat.

"So what?" she said, grouchy. She had to work all day and couldn't take one single nap because of Shizune constantly guarding her like a hawk.

"So, when will I be Ho –"

"The ceremony is tomorrow. Now leave me alone."

A loud victor-holler echoed throughout the corridors in the Hokage-building.

"I'm gonna be the best Hokage there ever was!" Naruto said, smiling so much Tsunade felt a little curious of how much more until his face would burst. The blonde launched himself at her to envelope her in a hug, and she dove out of her chair just in time, resulting in the male's crash into the now empty chair.

"Yeah, that's great. Leave."

Pouting, the younger man childishly stuck his tongue out at her and stalked out of the office, and grinned like a maniac when he turned his back to her, thinking she couldn't see.

She watched him walk out.

Anyone would say she looked annoyed and at the end of her rope.

But her eyes shone with pride and tears.

The dreams of all her loved ones were going to be safe with Naruto.

The village and all its villagers would be safe with that little idiot.

Even if he just was a little academy dropout failure.

A/N: I don't like it, but it was necessary. What do ya think? Review and tell me? Pwetty pwlease?