AN- Warning…sucks. Choppy, stupid sucks like hell because I worked on it for possibly 3 weeks because I've been procrastinating on finishing this dreaded chapter! I've also been so busy starting school and all. Yeah I started it so be happy I wrote this! Its roughly 16 pages and I was going to only write 8 like normal…it just got bad and out of hand. So I cut the chapter in half. So review and make me happy because I got a total of 3 THREE. Yeah you people made me sad…and that was the least of my problems.

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First thing said to me was "Your released", second thing, "You look like shit", third thing, "I bet you anything he faked it all." But not one thing, not one thing was uttered from the lips of that thing I'm supposed to call my father. He looked at me with disgust like I had caused him trouble. I could tell by the look of his blue eyes. The blue eyes that sadly reminded me of my own. Why did we have to look so much alike? How is it fair that I'm stuck with him as a father yet I get treated like crap?

I shook my head out of my little rant as I stared out the tinted window of the limo. No I shouldn't really think about him that much because I truly believe the Akatsuki will save me. They promised me and I believe them 99 percent. That one percent being just hopes that my father will stop being a jackass. I felt better for the rest of the week that I had been in the hospital after I had seen the 3 males. I was just in a better mood plus I had talked with Jiraiya the whole time. Meaning I wasn't bored for the rest of my time there. The doctors had finally gave in and said that I probably didn't have an eating disorder but I still had to go to therapy just in case. And that was it. They didn't question why I hadn't been eating. As in they didn't ask me if I was being fed at all, which I hadn't. I don't know if it was because they were scared or because they just didn't want to get in trouble from the higher ups by asking problematic questions to the highly rich.

It made me think how people really are that scared of my father as to accuse him of child abuse. Then again I would rather wish that I wasn't his child at all seeing as how I would be much happier with someone else. But that seems to just be a dream far far away.

I sighed as I looked down at my wrist to stare a bit sadly at the hospital bracelet still firmly around it my name and problem. In truth I'm probably going to use whiteout and get rid of the anorexia part and just keep my name and the name of the hospital and keep it on for awhile. The reason? Because at least the amount of time I was at the hospital was calming and nice. Plus I got to see the guys! And….Deidara as a girl. But it didn't scare me that much. I'm just glad I got to touch them even a little bit! Feel there warmth and kindness. And I guess I should have been mad at Tobi for him doing what he had but I could tell he was extremely sorry for causing it all. And the fact that dei dei and Hidan had been treating him like crap for it actually pissed me off more than Tobi confessing on what he did. Really…

I watched the people outside the window of the limo I was forced to ride in. Them giving second glances as to who were riding in them. Them meaning there's two of them, one for my father and one for me seeing as how he doesn't seem to think his son and him are good enough to be in the same limo. Not that I wanted one of course. Why can't we just have a normal car, like a Toyota or a Honda? Something fucking simple rather than a stretch limo that gathers attention.

I know that I had already gotten a lot of attention though seeing as how my dad seems to be madder at me than usual. I probably gave him bad publicity. Not the good bad publicity that causes his company to get more money because of my screw ups but the bad publicity where he ends up getting less and less customers in his chain of stores or even more people trying to find agents from his beloved company. I breathed out a breath of sadness before I thought on. So yes I had known that somehow the news got whiff of me since I was in the hospital for some eating disorder that I did not have but that's all I knew. I wasn't allowed to watch the news in my hospital bed; it was blocked for some reason. I also wasn't allowed to read magazines. Like I would anyway seeing as how I hate reading unless it's a picture book or manga.

But still…I didn't know what else people had been told about me and I never got to ask. Okay so maybe I did ask the doctors and nurses what was happening to the outside world but nobody was allowed to tell me what was happening on the news. I have no clue why but I never got my answer. Even Jiraiya wasn't allowed to know what was happening in case I had asked him.

It was weird and still is weird seeing as I still have no clue what's happening outside of that hospital room. World war 4 could have happened and I would have no knowledge of it even happening. And yes I mean world war 4 because I suspect that world war 3 already happened when Pein was head to head with Minato in the Akatsuki living room. I mean…something big must of happened because the minute I stepped out of that building with John Zach and the living being that I'm supposed to call my father we were bombarded with people asking questions and cameras. At first I thought that it was just about how I was in the hospital and how I was just now getting out but something felt off about it.

"Uzumaki?"

All I do know is that I sort of don't care what's happening to make everyone in the world (or it seemed like everyone in the world) buzz like little bees. Gossip bees to be exact. And those seem to be the ones that sting the worst. I breathed out before I took a large breath back into my lungs. I'm not going to lie if I say it's at least a bit good to be out of that hospital, no matter how much calmer I was there than I am in this back seat. I'm just not that fond of hospitals much so it might feel good to get back to the cave full of junk called a bedroom…even though I'm positive that I'm probably not going to get fed again…and possibly get beat for causing problems. Great fun is it not? Not to mention I'm probably going to have to go back to school like…tomorrow.

"Uzumaki!" I jumped at the shout and switched my gaze and inner monologue to the driver who had rolled down the back window in order to speak.

"Um…sorry? How long have you been calling me?" I asked sympathetic. This limo driver was normally my dad's and I know how he treats him regularly so I just couldn't treat him like shit. He didn't deserve it.

"Just a few minutes."

"I think it's because you called me Uzumaki. Just use…Naruto okay? I'm not my father and hope to never be." I muttered the last part but he just nodded his head before he opened his mouth again to speak.

"We have arrived at your place and I have some directions to give you that had given me."

"Please stop being so fricken formal it's annoying." I sighed and leaned back, crossing my arms lightly over my clothed chest.

"Fine. Your dad told me to tell you, Naruto, to just go to your room and don't come out no matter the cost. Which I supposed means you're grounded?" He said confused and I rolled my eyes. He seemed to have something but he wasn't spilling his guts. Which just slightly pissed me off.

"Not really, I don't get grounded; wish I had been though because I would actually get to…" I stopped myself short. I was going to say get to eat but didn't think it was the right thing to say, "get to…not be bothered." Which really was another up. Plus I have never actually been grounded. All I have been was to be thrown into the room and only brought out to talk to or abuse. Never to eat. I sighed and looked into the drivers dark green eyes, yes, he was hiding something I just don't know what, "Anyhow, thanks for telling me. Can I go now?"

"Sure. You want me to open your door for you or is that too formal." He joked and I chuckled.

"Its way to formal. I'll just do it myself. It's no big deal." I shrugged my shoulders before opened the door myself and looked up at the mansion.

Back where I started huh? Again. It sort of sucks if you think about it. I want to be as far away from this place as possible but I have no way of doing that. I could run away but…I would just end back here. Not because my dad would look for me because I know he wouldn't do that unless there was something important. Just like how I was gone for months and he didn't look for me once until it started to cost him money or how he wanted to merge with Uchiha and so there for he needed to find me. Greedy bastard. Anyhow, it wouldn't be because he would go out of his way to find me it would be because of all of the gossip lately and other things. I mean…I can't just walk back through the front door of the Akatsuki and think I would be in the clear. Even if I wish it was that easy, seriously.

If I did that my dad would know right away and send the goons after me. The Akatsuki would get in trouble and then I would possibly never see them again…ever. I sighed as I finally began walking further up the driveway and finally up the stairs that led into the front door. Might as well just do as I'm told and head off to my room seeing as how I just want to stay out of his way. Did I mention how it sort of weirded me out that he just didn't lock me up in the basement or into a dungeon or something? I mean…I really thought that that would be what would happen but he never did that. And I don't mean we actually have a dungeon…or I don't think we do.

I just shook my head out of my thoughts as I pretty much snuck on my tippy toes up the stairs to try and cause as less noise as possible, even though my father would know I was in the house and was supposed to be going upstairs anyway. So it wasn't as if I was sneaking in per se…I was just sneaking in order to try and cause as much stress to not be pushed onto me by my dad suddenly deciding to talk, or yell at me for some reason.

When I successfully made it into the room unnoticed I closed the door as quiet as I could…which isn't as easy as you think it is because for some reason my door took this exact moment to become the squeakiest I have ever heard it. Then again I might have just never paid attention before. Breathing out when the door finally latched closed I closed my eyes and took in a big breath before walking a bit backwards and falling onto my bed with a small grunt.

I hadn't been in any pain for a few days now and I think it's because I was fully treated for all the bruises and contusions on my torso. I wasn't dizzy any more nor did I have headaches…unless I thought to hard which seemed to happen normally so I didn't fret about it. I wasn't blacking out unless I was forcefully trying to ignore someone (which I allowed my brain to go blank) and lastly I wasn't imagining anything unless I was day dreaming! Yep everything was back to normal! Or…at least it might be now because I have eaten and I'm not starved. Which…this knowledge epically sucks big time.

I ran my hand into my pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper that escaped the eye of Minato. It had three names and numbers on it…and it made me smile. There was the old man, Jiraiya, and his two visitors (gay I tell you) who eventfully sat down and listened to all my problems and took it in, Kakashi and Iruka. There nice people…who actually know my secret about abusement (I know it's not a word) and said they won't tell a soul. And I believe them. And why wouldn't I? They seemed nice, and don't go and say nice people are really the bad ones because these 3 people mean a lot to me…even though I had only known them for a week.

Sighing I slid the sheet back into my pocket thinking if I should call them or not…because I would love to just talk but then again I would want to get out of the house and just sit in a café instead of over the phone and we all know that's not going to happen. Plus…nothing has happened to make me want to talk (which I'm supposed to do to a therapist soon)

…I looked for a clock that wasn't wear it was the last time I saw this cluttered room. Well it was cluttered and now it's not. What the hell.

Standing up in the middle of my carpet fast I looked at all four walls confused. There wasn't the junk that was cluttered around it before anymore. The computer on the desk, gone, lap top, gone, Bleach, Kuroshitsuji and Ouran High School Host club posters, gone. All that was in the room was a bed a dresser a bed side table and empty desk. But that was from what I could see. All those little knick knacks that my dad had given me to fill the void of his fatherhood and all the birthday presents I never wanted weren't popping out of drawers or being pushed out from underneath my bed. For once my room was…clean? And it was only because everything was gone. Not that I complained it was just weird.

I hadn't even noticed it which scared me at first, and when I opened the walk in closet it to was empty with nothing in it but clothes. Is it bad to say I smiled brightly? I mean, I never wanted any of the things, objects; I just wanted love and affection like any other teenage boy! Screw videogames and sports! I wanted love! I know I just sounded really girly but it was meant as a statement. I really didn't want the things that he had given me at random and I knew I had said that before. So I am kind of glad that everything's gone. I mean…it was just like one giant toy filled dump of gadgets.

Sighing and looking on the desk I noticed a note by only someone I would think be from my dad. I mean it is his hand writing. Sitting down back on the bed I took the note and started to read it.

"You do not deserve these objects of my affection" I stopped right there and began to laugh…hard. Objects of his affection? Get real! He never showed any sort of affection with those gifts. I shook my head out of it and tried to continue reading.

"Not only have you caused severe problems in my company by running away for months and me having to cover for you but you have failed the photo shoot with Uchiha corp." Again whose fault is that really? Who was the one not feeding me? Who was the one who didn't look for me at all? This note was getting me more and more pissed.

"Therefore I have removed all your possessions. Everything. If you cause one more problem for me I will not wait to ship you away. This includes your eating disorder and your homosexuality. You are not gay."

I shook with anger. Eating disorder? EATING DISORDER! Who do think caused me to get that eating disorder in the first place? He's the one that didn't feed me! He's the one that didn't let me eat anything at all! And now he's saying I can't be gay? Make me laugh will you! I'm gay, you can't change that. I will always and forever will be gay.

"Don't cause me any more problems boy." It ended with that one sentence. One fricken sentence?

I don't care that he cleared out my room. I'm actually grateful seeing as how now there was more room and it had four orange walls and a black carpet. But…him saying all that in a note just pissed me off! How dare he! How dare he say that those objects were from his affection? How dare he say that it was my fault that I ran away and he had to cover me when he truly should have been a real parent and should have been fretting over where I was? But no he was the one who decided that he should just cover me instead of actually finding his son.

I shook my head out of it and crumpled the sheet of paper in my fist before I threw it against the wall. I even hate him more! It's just not fair! I know life isn't fair but that's the unfair part! All life seems to be against me and the world just seems to not want me to be happy to just be me. Yep, this epically sucks.

Breathing out a bit loudly I switched my position on my bed so that my head was lying on my pillows and I looked up at the ceiling. And you know what was still there? The glowing stars that my mom had placed on the ceiling when she was alive. The one thing I actually cared about in my room.

Well…one of the things I cared about. I mean there are parts of my childhood I still love focused in this room. Like my heights on my door…until I was 4. I was a fast grower which is half the reason I'm not as tall as I should be. It's like I got my growth spurt before I was even in kindergarten. Then again I loved milk, and still do. So that might have made me taller. But that's not the point. The point is I actually do have some fond memories in here until my father junked it all up with crap. But since that's all gone…

I breathed in then took a large breath out as I turned my head to look at my other bed side table (also not cluttered with a mess) to see the one photograph I had from this family when I was happy. Yeah I was as young as three and I had both of my parents who were both happy…but it was still the best I ever had and was the only photo of my mom I had left seeing as how my dad took them all away for himself or because he would get depressed or pissed whenever he would see her face. It was about me being hugged my mom as she smiled and kissed my cheek and how my dad was actually smiling and patting my head. The photographer had actually gotten quiet frustrated and in the end this was the only photo good enough since every other one was sort of wacko. Not that it mattered since I loved it.

Only problem…it was gone. What? Why was it gone and how have I not noticed it? I mean it's not just the picture it's the whole frame that's gone! Hurriedly I rolled onto that side of the bed and checked inside the drawer, nothing, on the ground, again nothing, behind it (highly impossible but I still checked) and nothing! Where was it? Did he take it from me?

Wait…if he took that then did he also take…

Legit falling off of my bed with an umph I checked under my bed to see no shoe box. He took my one picture of a happy family and he also took my shoe box of memories? It was all I had but then again he probably didn't know I ever had it in the first place. In that shoebox was a bunch of childhood things. Like when I was a fan of teenage mutant ninja turtle and I had some action figures from my mom. Also some kid's meal toys from McDonalds but those were the small things. I had some notes from my mom as well that were on the small yellow sticky notes from when she would leave with my father to work…to just say I love you if I hadn't gotten up early enough to say goodbye. To say that she would take me out for ice cream when she got home or how she would tell me that I would have lipstick on my forehead since she kissed me before she left…how she knew I wouldn't go to the bathroom and check how I looked in the morning I would never know. Or maybe that was just mother intuition. And yes I could read at a young age…I had a tutor but that's not the point! I would read all of them as I got older (especially the ones I didn't understand so young) it made me feel loved to see my mom's handwriting saying nice things to me…and it was gone. That whole shoebox of my things GONE! Did he really take it? That selfish fucking bastard! I'm going to kill him!

My gut twisted and I felt like I was going to throw up. Who does that? I didn't care about his senseless gifts but those few things…had actual value in them to me! I loved her and he…he takes these last few things that I care about away from me! I felt my eyes water up at the thought of the bastard but I shook my head out of it. No. I'm not going to cry and I'm not just going to sit and do nothing about this!

I don't care if I have instructions to stay in my room and don't leave, I'm not going to sit here and do nothing and let him just take my sentimental items that I actually care about! I stood up, not caring about the dust on my ass, I growled and threw open my bedroom door, hard enough to hit the wall with the knob. I didn't care if I left a dent because right now I was pissed. And he wonders why I hate him and try to run away so much!

I didn't look to see if dumbass number one ad dumbass number two were down the hallway because really all I could think up was my dad doing some things with the objects that were in my room. I could see him throwing them away or even burning them with hate in his eyes. Because I can't be happy…if he's not happy. Maybe he should become gay and get a dick up his ass or something! It just might make him feel better! Or make me feel better.

I ran down the stairs not caring for any noise I was creating at all as I turned the corner when I hit the hardwood. Where would he be? His office, kitchen, living room? Now really he would never be in the kitchen and his office is upstairs…I should of thought about this before I came down the stairs. The only thought would be the living room…maybe.

Fuming I walked straight to the room where I suspected he might be…well not all the way seeing as how he was in there but he wasn't alone. So I hid by the wall. I just didn't want that bastard to act sly with an audience.

"I thought I paid you for this to not happen!" The tone of my father's voice I could tell he was mad. What? I hadn't even done anything yet.

"Yes you have but as you know we have tried our best. This just sprung at us!"

"Then Pull. Me. Out!" Minato Hissed through his teeth causing me to shiver.

"We can't! It would look to suspicious seeing as how they already had made it public. Abuse is big and if you have been caught…"

"I'm not abusing him." He growled and I rolled my eyes.

"You do know what the hospital said did you not. They didn't tell anyone but you that he did not have an eating disorder after looking over him for awhile. He ate everything that was thrown his way, almost like a pig, another sign of abuse. He had to be stopped getting food for a bit because he was eating too much and caused him to get sicker." The man that I knew was one of daddy's lawyers. What were they talking about? And why was abuse involved, I'm confused.

"Are you saying this because you are trying to make me fire you!" He spook angrily. I could hear the faithful lawyer laugh a bit nervously.

"N-No nothing like that sir…it's just that I myself don't like the thought of abuse and really your trying to tell me that the faint bruises and swollen skin patches on his body weren't anything?" Score one for the lawyer.

"Are you accusing me? He could have got that from school or anywhere else."

"I'm just saying…seeing as your high up you could easily buy the views of the judge. But if you also think about it since you have so much money the possibility of you going to prison is 1 in a million. 2 million to be exact. But that doesn't mean you wouldn't have consequences if you lose this."

"What do you mean?" Did he actually sound confused? My father…confused?

"Not only will you lose a share of your money to the boy but you could also lose him as well. You might even lose him before the court date because of child services. Our people have already caught whiff of something about how you and Naruto are going to be questioned soon…a few times in truth."

"I haven't had problems before."

"Because you could buy them off but you cannot this time you know why? Because it is already public! You would be ruined in less than an hour."

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do!" Minato screamed in frustration. I took a peek around the wall to see the older blond pacing back and forth, this was really killing him. Serves him right…wait what's happening in the first place? I'm so confused, or maybe I'm just still angry at him, well of course I'm still angry at him, "That's your job isn't it!"

"I suppose so…we can help you gather some info but in truth you better get a lot of dirt yourself." He said honestly before I saw him getting up.

"I can say honestly…I can take a lot from just one speck of dirt and widen it for my success." My father let a large smirk stretch across his face that I didn't particularly like. It was almost evil… I still am confused with it all and in truth… it might have something to do with why he threw everything away (or I think he threw everything away. He might have simply stored everything away or maybe even burned it for all I know but hope he didn't because I want my picture and shoe box back.)

"Well, if you're going to go through with this, and win, then you have to convince Naruto to go along with you at all costs. Tell him to lie.'

"I have NOT been abusing him!" sure he hasn't been abusing me. That is the largest amount of crap since Hidan started a fire (small one) and blamed it on Jashin demons (he actually used angels) and said that it was a sign of love. Pein didn't believe him one bit though and made him clean every inch of the complex and the bar. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"Then tell him to tell the truth. Or threaten him with something to make sure he doesn't lie. He's going to be called up to the stand a couple of times." The lawyer nodded his head once before my father looked away toward the ground in thought.

I hid my way back against the wall as I started to breathe. Wait…do I know what happening? I don't think so…or maybe I'm just forgetting something really important. Being called to the stand… court. Court? Who would challenge my father?

Then it hit me…hard. As if I smacked into the good part of a bad dream. The Akatsuki. Tobi Hidan and Deidara had said something like that didn't they? They said something like taking my dad to court but I didn't think they would actually do it. And what do they mean by it already being in the public?

"Naruto!" I jumped at the sudden growl making me gulp. No it wasn't my father but it was one of his thugs. He had a scowl on his face that I didn't like. Like he was aching to hit something, "What the hell are you doing out of your room!"

"For your information, moron, I-" I stopped myself short before I continued waiting for someone to smack me since he normally did when we were alone, but he did nothing, "I…I needed a drink…"

"So you're not curious of your room?" He asked surprised, "How long have you been out of there?"

"Well dumbass, if you would know, I never cared for anything in that room except two very precious things to me…and it pisses me off and I want them back."

"Oh? And what is that?" John said cockily as he rolled his eyes annoyed.

"My picture of my mom and the dad I used to have. And my shoebox…I just want them back."

"A fucking shoebox? Why that shit!"

"It's inside the shoebox smart one. There were notes and toys that I had before…before the accident with my mom. Things she gave me and things she wrote to me." I dramatized the 'me' seeing that's just what it was for.

"Hm, like I care." He looked away from me but I could see a hint of his curiousness gone from his eyes. He did wonder…I wonder if my dad never showed the goons what was in that box, or even the picture, "How long have you been out of your room."

"The cave."

"Stop fooling me." He gripped my upper arm causing me to squeak in pain. And you know what surprised me? He automatically let go.

"Um…well only about a minute."

He grunted in anger as he gritted his teeth at my little white lie, "Get back into your room before I kill you. I'll get you your damned water." Being completely stunned and confused I just did as I was told and ran upstairs back to that thing I was supposed to call my bedroom. And closed the door…did he just…did he just not hurt me? And when he did hurt me…did he actually let go right away? That confused me way more than anything else at the moment.

I was broken out of my small confusion when I was shoved aside by the inanimate object called a door as it was pushed open without knocking. But I guess I can't really think of anything less from the thug as he glared at me with a glass of water in his hand…I wouldn't be surprised if it was warm. And as he coughed and moved the cup slightly in annoyance to symbolize taking it from him, allowing some droplets to land on the carpet, I really did find out that it was warm. Not hot but Luke warm, not that I really wanted the water in the first place so it didn't matter. I stared at him, confusion laced in my features which he just snorted at before slamming my door and leaving.

This is all too weird…as pissed I might be and how early it might be and although I have a lot of confusion in my head I think I need to sleep…ill start asking questions tomorrow if I even get the chance…

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And to the person that wrote…I think it was a review or a private message I don't remember and I'm too lazy to look it up, the one that wrote about adding Kyubi…THANYOU! I can't believe I forgot about him. I normally make him Naruto's older brother BUT I didn't get into that until after I made this story. And Naruto has to be an only child. But I am SO going to use him now! And don't be mad, but he's normally paired with Itachi. These two authors got me into it and I can't get out. And lastly…technically I still call Sasuke part of the Akatsuki. And I do LOVE my Sasuke! You don't know how loud I screamed at last week's manga chapter!

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