Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Naruto.

A/N: Wow, a lot of you guys freaked out on me about the last chapter. Trust me, though I have not ever been pregnant, I have done enough research to know the basics of how it works. I'm not one of those authors that bullshit things that make no sense so the plot moves faster. Calm yourselves, people.

For the thirty seconds in which had been spent traveling in space, rather than through the physical world, Sakura been frozen with fear. Of course, as soon as she, and whoever her kidnapper was, had reappeared far off from where Sasuke, Karin and Itachi were, she was possessed with a level of fury she had not yet experienced before.

"I'm not pregnant, you prick! Do you really think Itachi is that stupid? Everyone knows it takes much longer for the sperm to reach the ovum, even if they haven't studied medicine!" She roared when the mysterious man dropped her to the ground. She had managed to catch herself before falling, but her stomach lurched as soon as her feet hit the forest floor. Clearly, normal people were not meant to travel through space and time.

The man, however, chuckled darkly at her expense, clearly amused. "Do you think me so ignorant, kunoichi? Of course you aren't with child. Even the Sharingan I possess cannot possibly see things before they come true. As for Itachi, I am quiet certain that what I have said will make him doubt what he already knows." The man replied with the same eery calmness that Itachi, and occasionally Sasuke, held.

Just who was this man, and what did he want with her? Suddenly, as if she had been struck by lightning, Sakura realized just who this mysterious man was. It was somewhat obvious though, when he mentioned his Sharingan. To her knowledge, Sasuke, Itachi and Madara were to only Uchiha still alive. Meaning, this masked man was really Uchiha Madara, enemy of the Shodaime Hokage, and criminal mind behind Akatsuki.

He was not a force to be reckoned with, and though she knew this, Sakura could not help snapping back at him. Perhaps she had spent too much time around Tsunade, because she should have been able to hold her own tongue in such a dire situation. "Itachi is smarter than you think! He won't buy such an obvious bait so easily, and when he does come for me, he'll kill you! You're the reason his entire life is so fucked up!" She cried, thankfully having the restraint to not hammer her fists into his chest.

Strangely enough, he found this more amusing than anything. While he had been chuckling in that menacing manner before, Madara had now broken out in laughter. Sakura could not help wondering if the man was completely sane or not. With his age, there had to be some sort of effect, humans were not meant to live for such a long time. It could drive one mad, seeing the world around you change completely; generations be born, raised, having lived then died.

Not that Sakura was concerned for his mental health in the least. If anything, the likelihood of him having some sort of psychosis would only help her, especially when Itachi came. Eventually her lover would come for her, of this she had no doubt. The last thing she had seen before being ripped through that vortex was his horrified expression. And while it pained her to think he could even make such a face, it gave her a certain determination to survive.

"I can assure you, Kunoichi, you will never see Uchiha Itachi again." Madara taunted cryptically, having regained his composure. Sakura would have retorted to this claim, but she found herself incapable of it in less than a few seconds. Madara had taken advantage of his Sharingan, picking apart her pressure points with ease, and jabbing two fingers down on the one that would immediately render her unconscious.

"He'll be long dead before you know it, if I haven't killed you first." He continued in explanation, even if she could not hear him.

Itachi stared after where Sakura had been standing just moments before. He may not have had a very extensive knowledge in medicine, least of all with things such as pregnancy and the female reproductive system. The most he knew when it came to medicine was how to patch a person up after receiving an injury.

Still, even if he knew so very little about the process of a woman conceiving, besides the part in which the male played, he was certain it was impossible to be impregnated within a day of sexual intercourse. With such ignorance in the matter, however, Itachi was not sure what to think. Chances were, Madara was trying to pull on his strings, hoping to drive him into madness at the thought of Sakura with child, and in the grasp of Madara.

Yet, in the very back of his mind, Itachi could not help wondering if such a thing was possible. Madara, he hated to admit, possessed a pair of Sharingan more powerful than even his, his eyesight much more keen. While Madara had every reason in the world to lie to him, the last thing Itachi would expect from the man was for him to tell the truth. It would be just like Madara to want to keep him on his toes, even at the chance of speaking something that was not deceit.

The likeliness of Sakura really being pregnant after only their first night of lovemaking seemed too low for him to take Madara's words to heart, but Itachi decided he could not completely forget what he had said. If there was any small chance that his lover was pregnant, he had to accept it right then. All the same, he felt all the more determined to get her back from the hold of that evil man.

Itachi would have gotten her back before Madara had evaporated out of existence, if it were not for the fact that the man had been stroking Sakura's jugular vein so tenderly, subtly threatening to rip open her neck and tear the vulnerable vein with his bare hands. If he had so much as moved a step forward, Itachi had no doubt he would have killed her with a twitch of his fingers. So, he had stayed planted where he stood, rather than risking Sakura's life by attacking.

Sasuke turned to his older brother, who appeared too stunned to even move. He was not sure what he felt about this, or about the relationship Sakura had with his brother, but for a moment, he began to think this was his fault. Obviously, Sakura was not pregnant, and for reasons he could not determine, Madara wanted to get under Itachi's skin. Why the elder Uchiha was so adverse to Itachi really being alive, Sasuke was not yet sure, but something had to be terribly wrong.

If anything, for Madara's case, Itachi being alive still had to be a plus. Surely, after having been framed for Konoha's crime in destroying the Uchiha clan, Itachi would want some sort of involvement in getting his revenge. He could do such a thing now, considering the fact that he was alive. Konoha would never expect him to orchestrate an attack, because he was supposedly dead.

Though she could be a distraction, Sasuke saw no problem in Itachi having a relationship with Sakura. Even if Sakura was undoubtedly still a loyal Konoha kunoichi, she was not substantial enough of a shinobi to get in their way, unless Madara's concern was that she was capable of swaying Itachi, and putting a stop to their planned attack in that way.

"Aniki," Sasuke started carefully, slightly concerned about the expression on his face. Nothing was making sense; Madara's sudden need to abduct Sakura, and then Itachi's incomprehensible hatred towards the elder Uchiha did not fit with everything he had been told. "I'm not sure what Madara is planning, but I don't think he would harm Sakura. She has nothing to have to do with what's going on."

Itachi let out a distressed, strangled sigh. Sasuke was so ignorant, to think that Madara did not have something absolutely diabolical planned up his sleeve. "You are a fool, Otouto, if you honestly believe that Sakura is in no danger. An even bigger fool if you trust the likes of Uchiha Madara." Itachi muttered back. Sasuke frowned at his brother obvious distrust of anything that had to do with Madara, not sure what to think of it. His brother was an excellent judge of character, that much he remembered from their childhood, but he had his own opinions of Madara.

Madara had been the only one, after so many years of being lied to, to tell him the truth. Even when he had not wanted to hear the awful truth, Madara had forced it down his throat, opening his eyes to the world he lived in. To think, he had spent most of his lifetime living in a village that wanted him death, yet permitted him to exist because of what his older brother had done.

Naturally, he placed a strange sense of trust in Madara, even if he was completely willing to dash off the moment things began to look a little too fishy to him. So far, nothing he had seen was too unusual, besides to kidnapping of Sakura.

"Why should Madara harm Sakura? What do you know that I don't?" Sasuke finally asked, unprepared for the murderous intent that Itachi leaked. Never had he sensed such a thing from his older brother, and it made him go cold, as if he were the person in danger. Itachi turned slowly to face him completely, and though his face was a completely, smooth blank, Sasuke knew he was even more infuriated than when they had been speaking earlier.

"That you had the audacity to believe a word that Madara spewed from that lying bastard astounds me, Sasuke. Surely you must have figured I had reason to lay a trap specifically for Madara, and yet you clung by his side, eating up every word he spoke with the ignorance of a child. I don't know you exactly what he told you, but I can promise you it was not the complete truth. If it was, you sure as hell wouldn't be following him around like a lost puppy."

Sasuke flinched at the very way Itachi had spat this at him so uncharacteristically, taking a step back in his surprise. Itachi had never talked to him so spitefully, but considering what had just happened he should not have been so taken aback by it. He was obviously very stressed at being separated from his lover. The very thought of Sakura being considered Itachi's lover ignited new anger in him, and he could not hold his tongue, though in such a case, he supposed he should have.

"What the hell am I supposed to think, if everyone I should have been able to believe did nothing but lie to me my entire life, and suddenly, someone is willing to tell me what the fuck was going on? And I don't follow him around like a goddamned puppy, for your information." Sasuke snapped back. He crossed his arms in his usual posture of displeasure.

Itachi looked very much like he wanted to reach over and strangle him in a lapse of self-control. "If you honestly are deluded enough to believe that I hid the truth from you for my own purposes, then you are sadly wrong." He glowered, hands clenching, then unclenching periodically. This was not a matter his brother could tell him he was wrong in. Sasuke should have never been told the truth, because he was incapable of restraining himself. He took matters much too seriously, and to heart, as he had proven on more than one occasion.

Sasuke had been about to make his own counter to this new accusation, when there was the quiet rustle of shinobi approaching. Naruto's timing could not have been any worse. Close in tow, Kakashi, Sai, Lee and Kiba filed out into the open area as well, slightly shocked by the scene they walked into. It was clear that the Uchiha brothers were at each others throats.

After an awkward silence that he did not quite pick up on, Sai was the first to speak.

"So, where's Ugly?"

Sakura awoke with a soft groan of discomfort. Her entire body felt as if it had been ran over by a herd of angry elephants, and she knew she had Madara to blame, for knocking her out in such a crude way. She would be sore for days, but she needed to get up.

However, when she tried to stretch from the uncomfortable, scrunched up position she was curled in, she discovered herself unable to do so. Much to her fury, she cracked her eyes open to find herself bound with thick ropes. Not about to give up on the idea of being free to move just yet, she sparked up some chakra that could used to cut through the ropes she was tied in. Apparently, though she was not even able to do this, because chakra was laced within the thick cords, preventing her from cutting through them.

She growled to herself, struggling to free herself with physical strength alone, and failing miserably. Much to her discernment, a ten-foot sardine had to trudge into the room at that moment, just to laugh at her misfortune. She could only guess that he had sensed the chakra she had tried to use earlier, and had come to check in on her. Panting at the exertion of trying to free herself, she glared up at the shark-human hybrid.

"What the hell are you laughing at, Fish-face?" She bit, glaring up at him from where she lay on the cold, stone floor. At this, Kisame only laughed more, clearly entertained by her antics to be out of the ropes. He watched her squirm for a moment more, before deciding to answer her.

"Be nice, Kitten, I'm the one Tobi put in charge of you." He chuckled in good humor, sitting on a wooden chair across the room from her. She shrieked at the nickname he had given her, given only more reason to get out of the ropes and scramble over to where he sat and reorganize his face with a chakra-enhanced punch. "Besides, there is no way for you to get out of those ropes on your own, so if you want out, I'm the only one who can help you."

Sakura continued to glare, her nostrils flaring in her anger. At the same time, though, she wanted out of the ropes, more than anything else at that moment. She paused for a long while, before finally saying, "You could let me go, you know, as Itachi's parter."

He cracked up again, his loud laughter enough to make her frown. "That's right, you were Itachi's little girlfriend!" He cackled, as if he did not remember her at all, making Sakura suddenly wonder if Itachi had ever spoken of her with his Akatsuki partner. That did not sound very much like Itachi, though, and she doubted they had ever spoken about much of anything besides the weather, and perhaps what they had eaten for dinner.

"You say were as if it was a past tense." She muttered, more to herself than to the abnormally tall, blue man.

"Well, I don't see him around anywhere, so you must not have gotten to lover-boy in time. And I had been so nice to let you pass, even though Itachi said no one was to enter that ancient, Uchiha fort. If he hasn't gotten back to Akatsuki by now, then he must be dead." Kisame shrugged, seemingly indifferent to his partner's supposed death.

Sakura sighed at his density. "Since when is seeing believing? I may have never seen the pits of hell, but I still believe there is such a place in the afterlife."

"Itachi being alive isn't the same as believing in a hell, Kitten. Besides, every Shinobi has to believe in something, or they would go insane. A nin who has ever had to kill someone needs to think, at least in the back of their mind, that their is some justification for murder, that there is a price to be paid for whatever law of humanity they have broken. Just because you believe it exists does not make it true."

Sakura was surprised that Kisame was rather intelligent, despite being in an organization of criminals. Even more shocking then that, she was carrying a completely civil conversation with an S-class criminal, even though she was his captive, and should have been yelling every curse she knew at him. Yet, this was how her relationship with Itachi had started, right?

Sure, she had not known that she was speaking with a dangerous member of Akatsuki at the time, but everything had started with simple conversation. Not that she was ever going to be interested in Kisame as she was with Itachi, but she did not see the real harm in making a friend, at least while she was stuck being his prisoner. Besides, she doubted he had much else to do.

"Hey, Fish-face, could you please let me out of the ropes, so I can stretch just a little?" Sakura implored with emphasis on the please, deciding to not put any further effort on the argument. "Not that I'm stupid enough to bother, but even if I did try to run away, I wouldn't get very far, with you chasing me." She added innocently, giving the best compliment she could think of. He was a faster runner than she was.

He gave her a skeptical stare before sighing, then getting to his feet in a weary fashion. The room was small, the walls made of solid stone, and the only piece of furniture in sight was the chair Kisame had been sitting on for the past ten minutes. She made no comments on how mundane the decorations Akatsuki had put up, not wanting to try his patience.

Kisame frowned to himself, wishing that damned Tobi, or whoever the hell he was, had not shoved this kunoichi into him for safekeeping. He grumbled silently to himself, getting down on his knees, he reached for the ropes he had tightly knotted around her wrists, before his nose picked up on something he should have been able to pick up from across the room, but somehow had not.

He huffed to himself, before chuckling at his partner's expense. That Uchiha really was a ridiculous man. Though considering how well he was supposed to have known Itachi, he should not have been surprised. The damn brat was invincible. He untied her wrists quickly, before moving her unruly, pink hair from her face and neck, amused to find what appeared to be a bright, red and purple hickey.

Shaking his head, and continuing to chuckle, he tugged off the rope around her ankles, and finally she could stretch to her heart's desire. He sat on the floor, inching away to a more comfortable distance, so he would not have to smell Itachi all over her. She was blushing like crazy, already knowing that he had seen the mark on her neck, and unable to utter a word.

She stretched anyway though, her back arching like a lazing feline that had been napping the afternoon away. She grunted in displeasure, the disks in her back popping into place as she sat up properly. When she finally had turned to glance at her guard, he was smirking like the devil's advocate. A cold shiver ran up and down her spine, a moment of fear taking over her.

"So, that punk-ass brat really is alive, huh?" He snickered as she crossed her legs, scooting back against the wall behind her. At first, her only response was a bright flush, reddening her cheeks so that they matched with her vest. She managed to contain her embarrassment though, and finally replied.

"So, for you, seeing really is believing." She replied haughtily. His eyebrows rose in surprise, not having expected that to be the first thing she would say. "Though, considering the fact you're half fish, I shouldn't be shocked by your level of intelligence. Most people would take my word as truth without questions."

He rose his hands at his defense, "Come on, now, that isn't really fair. Smelling Itachi's scent, among other things, isn't the same as seeing him in person, Kitten." He replied. "And while I'm on the subject, how did you get a prude with a pole shoved up his ass like Itachi to get down and dirty? I was sure he wouldn't bang anyone in his life."

Sakura blushed further at the lewd references he had made to her having sex with Itachi, rendered speechless again. She couldn't help looking away in shame when answering him. "I gave him an aphrodisiac."

His hooting bouts of laughter reverberated through that small, stone-walled room, making her grimace in displeasure. She turned on him with a small, exasperated glare, not really understanding what was so amusing about the situation. There was a reason why she had to resort to such measures, and it was far from being funny, at least not if you asked her. Besides, no matter how accomplished a medic someone was, creating an aphrodisiac in a powder form that was tasteless and had no scent, was difficult to do on the fly.

Thankfully, she was a talented medic-nin, and could create such a concoction with what limited supplies she kept on her person. "Hey! It's no laughing matter, Fishy!" She cried in embarrassment, covering her face, which was nearly purple at this point.

He only laughed more, though, finding a new form of entertainment in embarrassing the poor kunoichi.

Naruto was sorely tempted to step forward and strangle the Uchiha brothers, who were proclaimed to be both of the most powerful shinobi in all of Fire, for their failing to protect Sakura. His Sakura. He should never have trusted them with her in the first place, but the fact that they could not be trusted to keep one kunoichi safe was pathetic. He settled for sulking, though, able to predict how the two Uchiha would reciprocate to his assault on them.

Itachi would be much more fearsome, he knew, because out of anyone, he was taking Sakura's capture the worst. He was already in a scarily foul mood, and if he sensed even the smallest of threats from anyone, there would be hell to pay. If Naruto dared to even look at him in a way he did not like, he would be put out of his misery. Quite literally.

Sasuke was not such a terrible matter as his older brother, the worst he would do was call him a loser for even trying to attack him, which unfortunately, was not so uncommon of an occurrence. He might be punched in the face, but that would not be so bad either. Sasuke he could deal with; Itachi was the terrifying master of all Uchiha-ways. He made Sasuke look like someone who skipped through fields of daisies and chased after butterflies, at least at the moment.

He was far more moody, could get away with brooding much more than Sasuke could, and his glares were much more deadly. Naruto did not even want to think about what Itachi had done to Lee after he had squealed with no regards to his life, "How dare you let our beautiful, blossoming, Sakura-san be captured by the hands of evil?"

Itachi had gone completely blank, before suddenly, his Mangekyo Sharingan had flared into action, and he had dragged the spandex-loving male into his own world of torture. What had happened within Itachi's genjutsu, no one knew, but it was not so potent of an illusion as to send him into a state of unconsciousness. The usually flamboyant Lee had been rather shaken and strangely silent, and no one wanted to ask what he had seen. The way he had been mumbling to himself about 'purity of mind' for the past hour made Naruto wonder if it had something to have to do with the way Sakura's scent hung over Itachi in a subtle cloud of peach, white jasmine, and cherry blossom.

Whatever Lee had seen, no one else wanted to experience either, and tended to steer clear of the temperamental Uchiha. Why walk towards someone who will willingly kill you, when you can walk around them just as easily?

The story was clear, though, from what Sasuke had been kind enough to disclose. Madara, the bastard he was, had been threatening Sakura, making it impossible for Itachi to even step a centimeter closer to save her, when something the old prick had said had shocked Itachi so much he could not even think straight for a good ten minutes, let alone chase after them after they had disappeared into what was apparently another dimension. It had taken some time to get Sasuke to

divulge what it was that Madara had said that had stunned Itachi into immobility.

Of course, it could not possible be true, Naruto knew, the moment Sasuke had muttered it. There was no way Sakura was allowed to be pregnant. Madara had to be lying, because he refused to accept otherwise. Clearly, however, Itachi was still weighing the possibilities of her conceiving. As much as Naruto did not like the idea of Sakura sleeping with the elder Uchiha brother, he could understand the stress the Uchiha was feeling.

Kakashi was the only one he spoke with at all, and even then, he was still tight-lipped. It was obvious that the Uchiha wanted to go after his...lover, but Kakashi seemed determined to make some sort of plan before barging into Akatsuki's headquarters, and certainly was not going to let Itachi go on his own. Naruto silently agreed that Itachi could not go alone, that everyone had the right to save Sakura too, even if he was in some sort of relationship with her.

He watched as Kakashi crossed his arms stubbornly at the Uchiha, and as they glared at each other threateningly. No one else appeared to notice, the strange redhead girl being the main focus of their attention, but only because her life was in immediate danger. According to the annoyed Sasuke, she had been under the medical care of Sakura, before Madara had showed up. Lee, strangely enough, though still silent after his encounter with Itachi, had some knowledge in dressing wounds properly, at least more than anyone else, and was helpful enough to care for Karin in Sakura's stead. Sasuke did not seem to care either way, even if she was his teammate.

Naruto felt somehow empty with the entire situation. This should have been where he and Sasuke had gotten their final battle out of their systems. He would have won, of course, and gotten the honor of dragging Sasuke's idiotic ass back to Konoha. Yet, Sasuke seemed to disregard him as always, not bothering to acknowledge the fact they should have had their last brawl out of the way. His Uchiha teammate seemed deep in thought, undoubtedly because of the current turn of events.

Naruto was aware that Sasuke had fallowing Madara around like a lost puppy, as Itachi had referred to him, and he probably had not expected the elder Uchiha to kidnap Sakura for no good reason. Naruto was not a genius, and he was not even going to try to be one, but he could not help thinking that Sasuke had been deluded into thinking that Madara was the good guy.

Sasuke was rather gullible if he could not tell that Uchiha Madara was a very evil man, even if he was his great, great granduncle twice removed, on his father's side. The Uchiha Sasuke that had been a member of Team Seven had been no fool, so it was startling to think he could fall for such a trick so easily now. Of course, certain levels of deviousness probably did not bother him too much, after spending almost three years with that Fag-lord, Orochimaru.

Finally, though, after what could have been any length of time between ten minutes and an hour, Naruto had had enough. He could not remain silent any longer, or he would drive himself into insanity. Sure, he could not barge into Akatsuki without any plan, just as Itachi could not, but he needed some sort of involvement, some assurance that those necessary plans were being made.

He stood from where he had been slouched over with Sasuke, sitting in an awkward silence where they had done nothing but ignore each other, and marched right up to where Itachi and Kakashi were muttering back and forth. Arms crossed, he cleared his throat to get their attention. Before he even got to say something, he saw Itachi sigh imperceptibly. While this was never a good sign, he went onward anyway.

"Sakura needs to be saved, and the most you two geniuses can do is talk?" He asked obnoxiously, his voice alone enough to grate on Itachi's ears. He had been lucky to avoid speaking with the Kyuubi Jinchuriki so far, but it appeared good things could never last quite long enough.

Kakashi, however, spoke before Itachi could. "Naruto, we understand that you wish to rescue Sakura and be hero of the day, but you don't even know where she is being held. A tight plan needs to be made before we act, and without a specialized strategist, the process will take longer. You have to be patient for now."

Being told to be patient was hardly what Naruto had walked over to here, and both of the older males knew this. What was worse, the frustrated Naruto was not going to hold his tongue, not in the long shot. "Come on, Kakashi-sensei! Itachi knows where Akatsuki's base is, he was one of their freaking members, and we can make some sort of plan on the way. Who the hell knows what the creep is doing to Sakura-chan!"

Kakashi's eyes shot to Itachi's impassive face to assess his reaction to Naruto's thoughtless comment, before replying carefully. "Naruto, you aren't the only one here concerned about Sakura's well-being. If you want to be helpful, don't interfere. Trust me when I say such instances require proper preparation beforehand." He said, only after he was sure Itachi was not angered to act violent toward Naruto for his insolence.

"But, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura needs-

Itachi's voice was smooth and terrifyingly calm when he interrupted. "Naruto-kun, Kakashi is your sensei, and as his student, it is your duty to follow his orders. He speaks from personal experience, and there is truth in his words. If you truly wish to save Sakura, then you mustn't prevent him from leading his squad." He murmured, eyes dark and cold, nearly impossible to read. A shudder of shear alarm ran up and down his spinal column.

Naruto was terrorized into silence, much to the Uchiha's satisfaction. Kakashi turned back to Itachi was a sad smile, his eyes in the distance, remembering the personal experience he had referred to. "So, you knew the truth about Uchiha Obito, then." He commented softly, feeling almost dizzy as he asked. Itachi looked heavy with grief for a short moment, before nodding his head.

"He and Shisui had been rather close. I knew him very well before he died. He was very different." Itachi replied quietly, caught up in memories of childhood. Even then, as a child, his world had been dark. Though he had not had been nearly as close to Obito as Shisui had been, but it had been painful to learn that his friend had been lost in that dreadful war. Obito had not been the last Uchiha to die, either. So many of his cousins, no more than child warriors, had been lost to the enemy. Itachi would have been sent out as well, if his mother had allowed it.

He had much to thank his mother for, and this was one of those instances. His father would have sent him to fight, even as a four year old boy, because men were scarce, and the battle needed to be won. He had had untapped potential at the time, and the element of surprise, being so young a boy. He was grateful his mother had put her foot down though, refusing to let him leave the village as a child and return in a body bag, or possibly worse, having seen things no mere boy was meant to witness, and having become a monster because of it.

Kakashi huffed in a sort of sad laughter. "Yeah, different he was."

Naruto, who was still standing there, felt confused by the strange conversation of two nostalgic shinobi, but in this case, decided to be sensitive enough to not interrupt. Quietly, he stepped away, before turning his back towards them, and rejoining the others of his own age group. He decided he did not want to know what pain they were sharing through joint memories.

Settling himself back down where Sasuke was leaning against a lonesome tree, he sighed. "Your brother is an interesting guy, you know."

Sasuke replied with a monosyllabic grunt, which was, much to his relief, enough to satisfy the blond-haired knucklehead. He had too much on his mind as it was, and he really did not need reminders of how unusual of a brother he had, no matter how true it probably was. As much as he wanted to pretend it was unimportant to him and his agenda, Sakura needed to be taken back from Madara's grasp, because he was finally started to realize something.

That man was not someone to be trusted, and he had fallen for someone's trap again.

A/N: Hi. Lots-o-frustrated reviews. I know, cliffhangers suck. But they're just too much fun to write! Hopefully, some of you people who were beginning to think, 'yay, pink-haired Uchiha babies!' know that Sakura is not pregnant. Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero. Donut. Yeah.

And if you haven't read any of my author's notes before now, and did not realize it then, YOU SUCK. Okay, maybe not, but all the comments that said it wasn't possible for Sakura to be pregnant were getting on my nerves. I had already known that. Madara was being a prick. Good, we understand each other.

Also, I'm sorry about this chapter too...it feels like something of a filler. No action of interest whatsoever. But it was important all the same! Anyway, I would like to thank all of you again for the amazing amount of feedback I'm getting! You guys rock!