Summary: Naruto had a rough, tedious past. From being mistreated in orphanages, living on the streets, and becoming an exotic dancer. But what happens when someone shows up at his door talking about an arranged marriage with the famed Uchiha Itachi? Can Naruto survive living up the the Uchiha standards and dealing with a dry, empty marriage? Or will he put it behind him and go "far"? Modern AU

Warning: Shonen-ai and yaoi. This story contains sexual situations, coarse language, guns, violence and abuse. So beware...

Categories: Romance (eventual), Humor and Angst.

Rating: M

I don't Naruto or Naruto Shippuden, Masashi Kishimoto does. But if I did, Sasuke's bitch ass would have never left a gem like Naru-chan, and Danzo would've died the first episode.

~oO0Oo~

Kurai taiyō no hikari

~oO0Oo~

Interlude: A Pained Past (Naruto)

Yamashita Park - Yokohama, Japan

September 30, 2000

"Kaaaaaa-chan!"

A small boy that was the age of four screamed as he ran towards a woman on the bench. She had radiant red hair that reached her bottom and amethyst colored eyes that twinkled beautifully in the sunlight.

The blond boy ran into his mother's arms and nuzzled her cheek adorably.

The redhead grinned down fondly at her son. "Why hello there, Naruto-chan! Are you supposed to be playing with your father?" She questioned as she wrapped her arms around the boy's small body.

Naruto pouted at her words. "Tou-chan and me was playin' tag, but he's not even fast enough ta get me!" The blond huffed with frustration as he pointed his nose up to the side. "Besides, he's borin' anyway." He muttered.

The redhead giggled at her son. He was just like her when she was that age.

"Oi." A deep voice from behind them said with difficulty. "You guys… are always… abandoning me. Am I that… uninteresting to you?" The voice whined childishly.

The voice belonged to another blond, but this one was much older. He had a masculine build and a tall body. His hair a bright shade of gold that spiked in all directions with chin length bangs. His eyes were a cerulean blue.

The older blond looked at the redhead and his mini-clone to see unimpressed faces.

"Yup. Dattebane!" "Yup. Dattebayo!" They chorused.

A cloud of gloom formed over the older blond's head comically. "Wow. I didn't know you felt that way. Kushina. Naruto." He bowed his head more to emphasize his sudden depression. "I think this calls for some… Tickling!" He declared as he ran up to the two and began tickling their sides.

They both shrieked in laughter as they weakly pleaded for him to stop. He relented and leaned back to admire his work.

Both of the loudmouths were laying on the bench as they hugged themselves protectively and took in deep breaths.

They were both unprepared for the hug that they received from the older blond. He kissed both of their cheeks as he gazed down at his wife and child lovingly. "I love you both very much, no matter what happens in the future. Don't forget that."

Kushina and Naruto snuggled into the broad chest. "Aishiteru, Minato-koi." "Aishiteru, Tou-chan!" They said in perfect unison.

The small family of three cherished the group hug as they held onto each other tightly.

But the small blond had a negative, nagging feeling poking at his heart as he rested his head on his father's muscular chest.

Why does it feel like they're saying goodbye?

~oO0Oo~

Konoha Minashigo-in - Saitama, Japan

October 17, 2000

Naruto already hated the orphanage with a passion. The 'caretakers' definitely did not 'care' for him at all. They barely gave him food and made him sleep on the ground. Naruto's patience was beginning to run very thin.

It was dinner time and the blond hasn't eaten all day. He avoided the other bratty children not because he was afraid of them, but because he found them irritating and dumb. This came with the disadvantage of not getting his food.

The blond was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Suzume-san call for dinner. He slowly got up on thin, short legs and walker out of the dirty bedroom.

Naruto ignored the other children and sat down at the small table. The five year old sniffed the air to catch the aroma of ramen.

The other caretakers who were passing out food glared at the boy as they muttered 'demon'.

Slowly but surely, all of the children got their bowls of ramen except Naruto. Of course.

Big blue eyes looked up at the caretakers standing around the table to see most of them smirking down at him. One of them was looking down at the ground with guilt. That brunette.

Naruto ignored all of the meaningless chatter in the room as he had stand off against the caretakers.

"Where's mah food?" The boy asked expectantly.

One of them, a fat man with facial hair whose name was Daikoku Funeno, laughed at the boy. "You don't get any!" He exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Naruto just looked at him with a blank face even though he was beginning to snap. "Why?"

Funeno scoffed at him. "Because you are a murderer! You killed your own parents! And everyone knows!" He yelled as raised his chubby his arms in frustration.

All of the children cut of their conversations to see what was going on. The room was completely silent as everyone awaited the blond's response.

Naruto lowered his head, causing the golden bangs to shadow his eyes eerily. He felt all of his resolve disintegrate.

He just giggled.

His parents died on the first two hours of his birthday. That horrible court date trial. Having to testify as a five year old child. All of the grief, sorrow and anger released from his body as he just laughed.

But the adorable laughter gradually began to become more obnoxious and devious. The little boy held his stomach as he cackled. He never laughed like that before in all five years of his life.

He lifted his head to reveal a face with tears trailing down his whiskered cheeks. Flaxen eyebrows were scrunched up. Blue eyes became more and more crazed as his cackles grew in volume. Soft pink lips were stretched in a grin so wide that it was painful.

Then he remembered. This was the exact same laugh that his kaa-chan did that made his father afraid. It passed down to him.

It seemed as if the crazy passed down to him.

He couldn't tell if he was crying out of sad or disbelief. Everyone in the room moved away from the five year old out of fear. Naruto wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Aren't y'all… adults? Bein' all… afraid… of a kid!" The blond questioned in between his cackles.

The little boy lifted himself from his chair as he was still laughing. He began walking towards the kitchen.

The brown haired caretaker decided to break his silence. "Where are you going? No kids are allowed in the kitchen. Especially not the likes of you." The man insulted.

Naruto paused in his steps to look back at the man. "I'm makin' food ta eat. Just cuz you want ta leave me out ta die, don't mean that Imma let it happen." The blond turned away as he continued his journey to the kitchen, still letting out crazed laughs.

~oO0Oo~

Suna Minashigo-in - Adachi-ku, Tokyo

November 21, 2005

This was tiring.

He didn't expect to be quite the nomad. Moving from orphanage to orphanage like a bird in migration season.

Naruto glared at the caretaker in front of him. The man's name was Baki. But that fact was as unimportant as the man's existence. The ten year old looked at the door with a longing gaze as if treasure was waiting behind it.

The blond ignored the man's scolding as he looked off the to the side to see children his age playing around happily. Blue eyes darkened with sadness at the sight. How come they got to enjoy their stay while he was-

Out of nowhere he felt a hand connect to the side of his face harshly. Naruto's face snap to side from the force of the impact. A tan hand lifted to touch the now irritated skin of the abused cheek.

The caretaker looked down at the boy with a sickening, smug visage as the boy peered up at him with a fierce look.

"Look at me when I speak to you, demon-scum." Baki sneered.

The blond felt something inside of him snap. He has taken so much abuse from these people, if they can even earn the title. Belts, slaps and sometimes even punches. He tried to be obedient and will away his feisty fire. But it seems that people loved testing the boy's limits. They wanted to see if he reacted, if he would even retaliate. And he always did. Maybe one day a person won't even be able to tell the tale.

The ten year's eyes began to itch. Baki saw the color of Naruto's eyes change and backed away warily. Did he go too far? Did he poke the fox too much?

Even though foxes mostly mind their own business, if you taunt them too much, you may gain some scratches.

The boy leveled his crimson gaze on the one eyed man. "Y'know, I'm real tired of y'all touchin' me like that."

The blond began walking up to the man slowly. "Slappin' me. Punchin' me. Whippin' me. What gave ya tha right ta be able ta do that, huh?" Naruto asked as he cocked his head.

Baki began shaking slightly as he tried to tear his eyes away from the boy desperately. 'Something about this boy… just isn't right.'

All of the children who were playing felt a strange aura and stopped what they were doing to look at the scene. The other caretakers who were supervising didn't bother trying to help Baki. Even they knew not to mess with that child in that state.

Naruto narrowed his red eyes at the trembling man. "I'd like ta think that I was bein' pretty obedient. Wouldn't ya think so? Wait, no. Ya wouldn't cuz you jus' slapped me for no reason." The little boy continued walking to the man that was backing away.

Eventually, Baki hit the wall, unable to cower from Naruto anymore. The blond stopped to lean on one foot as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Ya know, kaa-chan always told me ta beat anyone who messed with me up. But I ain't never did that tha whole time I was here, now did I?"

Naruto cocked his little fist back. "This is in memory of kaa-chan. Now pay yo debt ta her, bastard!" He exclaimed as he connected the flying fist into the man's abdomen with as much force as his ten year old self could. Which seemed be a lot because Baki yelped in pain as he slid down the wall, clutching his stomach.

The blond looked down at the man and sneered. He walked away in the middle of the room, his presence demanding all of the attention.

He cleared his throat dramatically as he closed his still crimson eyes. He opened them to look around the room to see fearful faces. Naruto rolled his eyes. 'Pussies.'

"Yeerhee, yeerhee, peasants!" He yelled as he placed a palm over his heart theatrically. "I came ta tell y'all that I'm over y'all's bullshit. I hope y'all rot in hell, dattebayo! Deuces!" He finished as he put his hands up in a peace sign.

The blond swerved around to run up to the front door and swing it open, making it slam into the wall. He ran out of the building and jumped off the porch, just to run down the dark street full of people. No one from the orphanage bothered to stop him.

Naruto's chains of unsatisfactory childcare were unwrapped from his body, releasing the tension that he built up over the past five years. Tears flew off of his face from the speed of his movement as he looked at the star filled sky. A smile stretched across his lips. He finally felt free.

But what the blond didn't feel was the jade green eyes that followed him down the busy street with a sad gaze.

~oO0Oo~

7/11 Gas Station

December 7, 2005

Living on the streets was bittersweet for Naruto.

He didn't have those 'caretakers' up his ass at every minute of the damn day. He wasn't being blamed for shit he didn't do. He was being forced to do chores that the caretakers were supposed to be doing. He was free.

It was sorta like he was made to be homeless. He was used to pains all over his body that he got after waking up because he was already accustomed to sleeping on the ground. He was used to his stomach growling and ignored it because he was use to being denied food. He was used to wandering around to avoid people.

But it was hard. Naruto was used to moving from place to place, but this was ridiculous. He had to sleep in a new alley everyday or else someone he stole from was trying to catch him.

Speaking of stealing, that's what he was doing right now.

Naruto walked in the gas station at the same time someone else did so he wouldn't be noticed. He was barefoot and wearing dirty, holey clothes. He looked like the dictionary definition of homeless. And we all know that homeless people have no money, so they had no business being in stores.

Blue eyes scanned the area for cameras. He saw none and continued strolling the aisles. Naruto saw a bagged loaf of bread and instantly snatched it. It would fill him up for at least a week if he ate wisely. He threw it over his bach like a sack and continued walking through the store.

He looked at the front of the store to see the clerk reading a book, completely oblivious to the scheming blond. Naruto turned away to go over to the refrigerated side with all of the beverages.

The blond opened the door quietly to grab a gallon of water . He closed the door softly and peeped around for a back exit. Happiness swelled in his heart when he saw one and began speed-walking to the exit.

"Oi! You didn't pay for that!"

He pushed the door open and ran out of the store. Adrenaline instantly flooded his veins as the wind blew in his hair. A big, devious smile grew across his face.

'Maybe this is the life for me.' He thought as he ran down the streets.

~oO0Oo~

Some alley in Tokyo

October 23, 2006

Naruto was basically a zombie. It felt like he was sleeping while he dragged himself to his bed for the night. He was about a few alleys away from 'home'.

Today was a tiring day. He got in two street fights with drug dealers, even after he told them that he wasn't gonna snitch. He never broke the code. He did illegal shit, too. But they didn't listen, so they caught Naruto's fade. Why did they feel threatened by his eleven year old ass anyway?

Naruto wasn't sure if they could have children anymore after that kick that he gave them. They should've left him alone. He was minding his own damn business anyway.

But the blond didn't walk away from fight without any marks. He had a few bruises on his torso, but he could handle that. He was rough around the edges after all.

Naruto finally made it to his destination and went to his huge cardboard box. As he got closer he heard snores coming from it.

The blond scowled. 'Oh hell no! I know someone ain't in my box right now!' Naruto kicked the box obnoxiously to wake up whoever was in there.

"Oi! Get tha fuck up out my shit! I worked hard to steal that box and I don't need yo nastiness taintin' it, ya got me?!"

Naruto heard a tired groan emit from the square object. A old man pulled himself out and stood up with a pillow in his arms. The blond snatched the pillow out of the man's arms and clutched it to his body possessively.

The eleven year old snarled at the old man. "Beat it, geezer!"

The man shushed him harshly. "Urusai! Damn, be quiet. My grandson is sleeping." He slurred. He plopped down on the cement ground as he picked up a bottle of sake and began gulping.

The blond looked at him disgust. "Well you and yo grandson can get tha hell up outta here, 'tteba." The boy spat as he went towards the box to get the boy out. When he finally made it he paused as he looked at the sleeping kid's face.

He was really cute.

Like a little baby.

Naruto felt a motherly instinct kick in his body as he look at those chubby cheeks. He just want to pinch them and-

The blond shook his head and pushed the urges away. He looked back at the man to see him leaning against the brick wall. "Why are ya still here, eh?"

"This is m-my new ho~ome." He slurred as he tripped over his words.

"Um, drunkie… Since when? This is my home."

The old man raised his eyebrows. "What's a little foreigner girl like you doin' around here in these parts?" He asked with a slightly surprised tone.

Naruto plopped down on the concrete sitting indian style with his elbows on his knees and his cheeks on his fists. "First of all, I am boy. I know I look like a girl but I ain't, got it?" He said with a threatening tone as he shook his fist at the other. "And finally, I am a Tokyo-native, I'm jus' half European."

The man nodded his head. "That makes sense of why you have a strange accent and look. But you look sorta familia-"

"Don't worry 'bout it geezer. It's nunya business, anyway." The boy cut him off.

"Damn, you are a feisty one aren't cha, gaki? You need to learn how to respect your eldersss..." The man trailed off as he passed out. His body slid down the wall as the bottle in his hand rolled away from him.

Naruto looked at him and sighed. It looked like he was stuck with these turds for now.

~oO0Oo~

Shinobi Heights - Tokyo, Japan

July 1, 2007

A small blond and a silver haired man sat on opposite couches staring at each other. Naruto glared at the man with a tongue protruding from pink lips in concentration while Kakashi eye-smiled at the boy.

This man was strange. Naruto didn't know how to feel about the man. Even though he had a heart-to-heart with the man and they hugged for like ten minutes, the blond still didn't trust him. It was normal for a kid that lived on the streets to not trust easily.

It's been about a two days since Naruto's angry episode at Gato's wearhouse. Kakashi took Naruto back to his humble apartment after they buried Tazuna's body.

Naruto decided to break the silence. He didn't like silence. "Y'know fo' someone who works as an ANBU, you sure live in a shitty place ya know that? I didn't expect ya ta live here." Naruto drawled as he looked the window at the other side of the room.

"It's not that bad."

"Q-tip." Kakashi's eyebrow twitched at the nickname. "You live in Kabukicho, which is like, tha biggest akasen in tha world. Tha popo's always in tha streets. A bunch of gangster and creeps come here all of tha time."

The masked man narrowed his eyes at the twelve year old. "You sound like you're speaking from experience."

Naruto gave him deadpan look. "Well, duh." He said unimpressed. "I went here to sleep in an alley for one night and some fucker was tryna mug me. Had ta throw a broken sake bottle at his broke bitch ass." He huffed as he recalled the tale.

The silver haired man's eyes widened at the new information. 'So he has been in the area before? He was right under my nose.'

Kakashi will the thought away and sighed at the boy's language. "I need to teach you how to speak better. Your language is atrocious."

The blond kissed his teeth with an attitude. "Man, fuck yo' proper standards. Tha only thing that is atrocious is that fuckin' haircut cuz ya look like a damn cotton swab, 'ttebayo!" Naruto began his infamous cackling as he fell on his side on the couch, holding his trembling stomach.

The masked man ran his hand through his pale locks with irritation. 'Why did I take this kid in again? Oh, that's why. He's basically family.'

Kakashi gained an idea as he looked at the still cackling boy. He got off the couch to go to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. His gloved hands took a thick book down as his legs walked back to the table in the middle of the couches. The masked man dropped the book on the wooden surface with a shaking slam.

The loud noise caused Naruto to snap up quickly because he was so used to the loud sounds of the city. Big blue eyes looked at the book and skimmed over the title. It said 'Mathematics: Ages 6-13'. Naruto looked back up to the man then down at the book again. This process happened for two whole minutes.

Kakashi smirked under his mask. "Maa, what are you waiting for? Get started chibi!" He ordered as he walked back to his small bedroom to read his precious book.

"UH-UH! How tha fuck are ya gonna drag me to yo house an' make me do school work and shit! OI! Where are ya goin'? Come back ya damn Q-tip! I can't do half of these damn questions!"

The masked man ignored the obnoxious boy's yell as he closed his door. Hopefully, the neighbors won't complain.

~oO0Oo~

Shinobi Heights - Tokyo, Japan

July 12, 2008

Naruto was currently doing his homework as the television was playing. Kakashi took the initiative to get the blond's education back on track. The boy appreciated the help (even though he would never admit it) but school was… tiring.

His tan hand was almost done writing the last sentence until he heard a the door buzz. The thirteen year old boy groaned in frustration as he grudgingly got up. He walked up to the door as swung it open, not bothering to look through peephole. If they were shady then Naruto will just scrap with them on the spot.

The teenager looked up to see a huge middle aged man with long white hair glancing back down at him with a strange look in his dark eyes. It was like he was seeing a ghost or something.

Naruto looked the man up and down. He was wearing vacation clothes with geta sandals. 'What century is this man in with those ugly ass shoes?!'

A golden eyebrow raised at the man. Naruto pulled an unimpressed look on his face. "What is this behemoth that I'm lookin' at?"

The man's eyebrow twitched, but was still dazed from seeing the boy. He started taking steps towards the blond. Naruto instantly began taking steps back to get away from the man as he raised his fists up protectively.

"Oi, Q-tip! There's some old man at the door lookin' at me all weird and shit!" He yelled.

The man continued walking towards the boy. "You really are just like her… " He trailed off as he back the boy into a wall. Naruto tried to punch the white haired man in the stomach, but the man easily caught the fist. The blond tried again with the other fist, but the man evaded the hit as well.

Naruto looked back at the man with wide, frightened blue eyes. "Kakashi! Kakashi!"

The man let go of the blond's hands as he squatted down to level himself with the teenager. They looked at each other for a few seconds until the man lunged at the boy. Naruto flinched and tensed as he closed his eyes, waiting for the strike.

He was surprised to feel bulky, muscular arms wrap around him a tight embrace. The blond felt himself being lifted off the ground and immediately held onto the mans thick neck. He scowled as he realized that he was being hugged by this stranger. (Which is the equivalent of being molested by a pedophile to Naruto.)

The blond decided to voice his disagreement to these actions as he leaned away from the contact. "Oi! Ya better let the fuck go of me 'fore I fuck yo old ass up!" Naruto unwrapped an arm from the man's should to shake a fist at him. "These hands don't discriminate! I fight the elderly, too!" (Please don't do that unless they did you wrong. In case you haven't noticed Naruto is crazy and has issues lol)

Naruto felt his head being forced in the crook of the man's neck by a large hand. The man shushed him. "I finally found you, gaki… " He whispered.

The blue eyed boy raised an eyebrow at the name. 'Who's he callin' gaki? And why haven't I beaten him up yet?' Naruto was brought out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps coming from the back of the apartment.

Kakashi sauntered out of the hallway. "So you finally visited, Jiraiya-san. Was your business holding you up or were you hesitating? I wouldn't blame you, he is just like them." Kakashi reassured as he reading out of his orange book.

"He really is. Like a living reminder." The man, now dubbed as Jiraiya, tightened his arms around the teens small frame.

"Ano, is anyone gonna help me? Whose grandpa is this?" The blond asked with a bored, yet expectant look on his childish face.

"This is your godfather, Jiraiya. He has been looking for you for years." Kakashi revealed with a lazy tone.

"EH?!"

~oO0Oo~

Oto/The Sound - Tokyo, Japan

September 24, 2012

The club was lively tonight. The bass was bumping, people were chatting and drinking. Tonight was a great night, but it was packed to the max.

Why was it packed to the max you ask?

Because Nikkō was performing tonight. And it was Friday night.

Nikkō is very well known in Tokyo for a stripper. People do not know his real name nor his age, but when they look at him, it feels like his name is at the tip of their tongue. But they ignored the thought as soon as he did his signature shake.

All of the noise stopped as the lights dimmed down drastically. Heavy bass music began playing as people whispered to each other in excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen would you please direct your attention to the stage to witness our star player, Nikkō, rock the house!" The club owner announced loudly.

Cheers and whistles came from the crowd as a familiar silhouette appeared on the stage. Golden strobe lights flashed on and shone on the figure.

A short blond was leaning against the metal pole in all of his golden, yellow fishnetted glory. He gave a sweet, yet mischievous smile as he waved at the crowd cutely.

"Heeeeey…" He drawled sexily as he walked at the edge of the stage, with the clack of his heels echoing as he swayed his hips with each step.

The crowd greeted him back. "Heeeeey!"

The blond put a hand over his heart as he wiped fake tears away from his eyes. "Aww. Y'all make feel all loved and shit that y'all make me forget that I'm workin' at the strip club!" He gushed happily.

Everyone at the tables laughed at the blond's confession.

Nikkō looked at the club as he squatted down slowly and sensually, baring his thin, toned thighs even more.

Nikkō shouted over the music as it got louder. "Well y'all better clutch y'all's pearls tightly cuz I'm finna light this place up!" He warned lightly as he walked back to the pole as the crowd was cheering.

~oO0Oo~

Nikkō walked out of the back room with a large empty trash bag over his shoulder. He stepped back up on the stage to sweep up yen bills and stuff it in the bag. After about fifteen minutes, the bag was about ninety percent full and the stage was almost cleared of money.

His blue eyes spotted a few more bills and reached his hand out to grab it, only for it just to be grabbed.

Nikkō looked up to see a somewhat attractive man looking down at him predatorily. He had long, spiky crimson hair and tanned skin with some facial hair. The redheaded man also had whisker marks on his face as well, which was sort of unusual.

His thumb rubbed circles on the blond's palm as his face got uncomfortable close. The blond pushed his face back gently and pulled his hand back as he eyed him cautiously. "What's good?"

"I'm real good. What about you?" The man replied as he stroked his goatee.

Nikkō shifted his on feet as he clicked his tongue. "I'd be great if ya didn't get all up in my face like that." He retorted sassily.

The man blinked at the blond's sudden attitude. "Damn, you're cold-hearted when get off the stage." He observed out loud. A smirk stretched across his face. "I think I like that, sunshine." he purred.

The blond rolled his eyes. "Aight, aight! What do ya want, huh? I want to go home and take off these damn shoes and go to sleep! So can ya speed it up?" The stripper urged as tightened the string on his trash bag.

"I wanna take you home with me." The redhead stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Nikkō put his free hand on his hip as he sighed. "Yeeaaah, that ain't gonna happen. I mean you cute or whateva', but I don't go home with anybody." He declined.

The man looked upset at the blond's words. "Aren't you a stripper?"

"Yeah, STRIPPER, not HOOKER. There's a difference buddy. I dunno what these other strippers out let you do, but all I gotta say is that those strippers ain't me, so don't get it twisted. I'm nice to most of my visitors and customers cuz most of them know my boundaries, but you don't seem to have the memo. So Imma be cold-hearted." He spat at the redhead as he turned around to sashay away, but was interrupted in the process when a hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him back harshly.

Nikkō wasn't playing that shit, so he elbowed the man in his side, making him yelp in pain. The blond turned around and yanked the man's collar to pull him close. "Pull that shit again and you gon' catch this stiletto heel in yo balls time." He warned with a whisper. The blond pushed him away roughly and gestured the bouncer to come over.

"Oi! Kakuzu!" he got the man's attention. "Take this dude."

The huge man with strange tattoos on his face grabbed the disoriented redhead and nodded at the blond.

Nikkō waved back as he tightened his hold on the bag over his shoulder. "Well I'm out." He announced with a peace sign. The stripper waved sweetly at few people before he hit the streets again.

As he walked a familiar face popped up in his mind. 'How are you, Kakashi? When are you coming home?'

~oO0Oo~

Shinobi Heights - Tokyo, Japan

January 5, 2012

A sleek, black Maybach pulled in next to a large apartment building. Whoever was in the car must have had a lot of money because the vehicle did not match the neighborhood at all. It looked so out of place that the people walking on the sidewalk gaped as they went past the car.

The door opened to reveal foot covered in an expensive shoes. The limb was attached to an elderly man that looked like he was reaching his middle ages, deceiving everyone around him.

He was clothed in an expensive Armani suit that had an engraved emblem of a red fan on the heart of his chest. The man had few wrinkles on his face. Chin length ebony locks framed his pale face asymmetrically while the back of his head with shaved, giving the man an undercut hairstyle. You normally don't see an older man with such a modern hairstyle.

As he stepped out of the car, people stopped and looked at the man instantly recognizing him. His presence just normally demanded attention, no matter who was in the room.

His onyx eyes scanned the up and down the street. Thin lips curled up in disgust. 'Does he really live… here? How sickening.' He was unimpressed.

He shut the car door and entered the the staircase (and immediately sanitized his hands after he touched the doorknob) since there was no lobby or elevator. He went up multiple flights of stairs and eyed the colorful graffiti staining the walls with distaste.

The old raven finally made it to the correct door and knocked aggressively. After about ten seconds the door flew open revealing a short, panicking blond.

"I didn't do it!" The teenager shouted. Blue eyes finally settled on the man's face to realize that he misunderstood something. The blond leaned on the door as he tilted his head at the man. "Damn, tell me how you really feel, old man! Knockin' on the door all hard makin' me think that those cops were gonna raid my ass!" He cried with exasperation as he waved his arms around animatedly to prove his point. He settled back against the door frame and popped the gum in his mouth obnoxiously. "So what's poppin'? Hehe, get cuz I po-"

The man just looked at him. An awkward silence pursued for a few seconds.

"You are moving out, Naruto." The raven stated with a deep, unshakable tone.

The whiskered boy scratched the back of his head. "Ano, did the landlord die cuz I paid my rent yesterday, 'teba."

The other shook his head. "No, boy. You are moving in with me. You are now a part of my family." He said like he was talking about the weather.

Naruto leaned in extremely close to the old man's face to examine something. "I don't see any coke in your nose. Maybe you smoked weed or popped pills." He wondered out loud as he tapped his chin.

The other man ignored the blond's outrageous claims in favor of cutting to the point. "You are an Uchiha."

Naruto looked like his brain was short-circuiting. He pulled a blond bang down to inspect the color after that he looked at his arm to see his tan skin and nodded to himself. Naruto looked back at the man with an unreadable look. "Bitch, where?"

The man facepalmed.

~oO0Oo~

Federal Building 11000 Wilshire - Los Angeles, California

May 17, 2014

"Why are we here?"

A small blond glared at a masked man with silver hair.

They were located in a huge base swarming of people wearing formal clothes or jackets with large yellow letters spelling out 'FBI' on the back.

Kakashi led the boy through a dozen of hallways until they found themselves at a door that said 'Shikaku Nara' on the metal plate. The masked man opened the door and dragged his brother inside and quickly shut the door behind them.

Naruto snatched his hand from Kakashi's grip and glowered at the man. "Are you good? Fucking dragging me like a damn chihuahua, the fuck I look like to you, boy?"

The silver haired man dipped his nose in his book. "From the way you act, you definitely seem like a yapping chihuahua." He chirped in an annoyingly happy voice.

"I'm really tired of your bullshit. I dunno why I deal with your Q-tip ass." The blond crossed his arms childishly and pouted.

A sigh rang out the room. "Troublesome. Are you done?" A raspy voice dripping of exhaustion and laziness spoke up.

Naruto finally noticed that someone else was in the room. He moved his attention to the person sitting on the desk with his head on the desk. All he could see was dark brown hair pulled up in a spiky ponytail.

"Who the fuck is this? And why does his head look like a pineapple."

Kakashi shook his head at his brother's rudeness. He wish he could slap him upside the head, but he didn't want to lose his hand.

The man at the desk chuckled as he lifted his head to rest them on his intertwined fingers. He had two diagonal scars on the right side of his face, one on his forehead and one on his cheek. A scruffy, yet neat goatee adorned his chin.

"For some who lived with the Uchiha's for two years, you're pretty unmannered." He observed.

Naruto glared at the man. "They can all eat my ass! Why the fuck am I here?" The Uchiha were still a touchy subject for him, considering that he only left a few months ago.

Shikaku gave him a half lidded look. "You are now working for the FBI." The Nara declared.

"Um says who?" Naruto raised his voice as he began to develop his well-known attitude.

"Says the government of the US and Japan." He said airily as he waved his in dismissal.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yeah, yeah save it, blondie. The government's corrupt. They figured that they use someone who is in their debt to do their job."

Naruto paced a hand on his hips. "And if I decline?"

"You go to prison. You already have a criminal record. You had an illegal tattoo done in Tokyo when you were a minor and you were underage when you worked as a stripper." The brunette explained. "Either you cooperate or you go behind bars. It's out of my control." He shrugged noncommittally.

A severely livid expression formed on the blond's face, making him look extremely feral.

Naruto is gonna have a long conversation (rant) with his boyfriend over the phone when he gets home.

~oO0Oo~

Shady garage in LA

October 10, 2015

Today was Naruto's big two-'o'. His beloved birthday.

Too bad he never celebrated it.

He hasn't celebrated it in sixteen years. Why? Because it wasn't a good day for him. Today wasn't a day of happiness and celebration.

It was a day of mourning.

Today was the day of his parent's death.

There were birthday cakes or parties.

Just Naruto's anger and his tears.

But he couldn't afford to cry on a mission. People were counting on him.

It may be Naruto's big two-'o', but the only digit that he cared about was 9.

Nine bullets to put in this fucker's head.

The blond was currently standing in front of a fat beady eyed man sitting on an expensive chair. He reminded him of Gato.

Naruto hated Gato. So it would be easy to kill him. The blond lifted his glock and pointed it at the gang boss's forehead. The gun was tilted slightly .

"Hey! Rookie calm down! Leave it to us!" The officer next to him shouted.

The blond ignored him and pulled the trigger. Nine gunshots rang throughout the garage. The boss's limp body slid off the chair and fell onto the concrete ground, leaving blood trails on the way down. The nine holes on the man's bald head were leaking so much that it looked like a crimson waterfall.

All of the other officers looked at the scene in shocked silence. Naruto just looked at the dead body blankly.

When the blond looked back up, everyone around them held their breath. Naruto's eyes were blood red as his blond hair looked even more messy than usual. He looked feral. He looked deadly.

The blond dropped the gun on the ground to make his exit out of the garage, leaving the rest of the FBI officers to reflect on what the fuck just happened.

It wasn't just Naruto's birthday anymore. It was the day of Kyuubi's birth.

TBC

a/n: Sooo, that was that. I introduced some more of Naruto's quirks. Like his cute little accent and his horrible grammar, lol. And yes, Naruto has been crazy since he was a kid. It doesn't help that people kept fucking him over, so that only made him crazier.

Even though this isn't a chapter I'd like to think it was somewhat interesting, let me know in the reviews. But anyway, I've been gone for a while because my life went to shit for a little bit, but it's cool, it's cool. Y'all don't have to worry about me discontinuing the story, it is my goal to finish this. I plan on showin' y'all some more ItaNaru goodness I swear. -kiki