OIIIIII were back amongst the living and here is the second chapter that we promised you. Soooo... here it is read on -

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" SAAAAASUUUUUKEEEE!!! What did I tell you?!" snarled Itachi, through his gritted, pointy teeth, which would go away after he stopped snarling.

" YIPE!" squeaked Sasuke, trying to run away. Itachi grabbed him by the back of the collar, throwing him against the fridge and knocking poor, little, younger brother Sasuke unconscious. Not that it mattered to Itachi...

" Now..." groaned Itachi, sighing in a completely annoyed fashion. " to fix up Naruto.... and... CLEAN UP THIS MESS BEFORE MOM GETS HOME! SHE'S GONNA FREAK IF SHE SEES THIS! Not like I haven't said that before... 'cause I have... many times.... like now."

Itachi picked up a still unconscious Naruto, who is fighting with himself in his sub-conscious mind whether or not to keep the Kyuubi inside him sealed, or release it onto Itachi in a fashion of murderous/ homicidal intent.

The answer.... weeell, Naruto doesn't know what a demon fox is. S-oo... no. He bandaged him up and threw him, literally, THREW him on the couch. Sasuke soon following after, his head smashing against Naruto's stomach.

" BULLSEYE!"

( A/N: Good aim, huh? And so you know.. that bullseye thing was NOT a blooper. It actually happened... - )

Meanwhile.... At the Haruna Residence....

" KYAA! I can't wait to go see Sasuke-kun and that... that... that... thing Naruto. Not that I want to see him..." muttered Sakura under her breath.

(A/N: Too bad. They become teamates later.... ;;....)

She jumped off her chair and ran upstairs to get ready to go over to her Sasuke-kun's household.

( sigh Sakura did NOT change much from a child, did she? KYYAAA! SASUKE-KUN! KYAAAA!)

" Sakura! Don't forget to brush your teeth!" Sakura's Mom yelled out behind her.

" Yes, Mom!" replied Sakura, while brushing her short pink locks. When she finished, she put on a small red dress and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth. But when she went to pick up her toothbrush, she slipped on the floor and fell on the tube of toothpaste, splattering it everywhere around the once spotless bathroom.

" Uh-oh... C'est catastrophie!"

( A/N: She's a smart kid. Who doesn't say she can't know French?)

Closing the bathroom door to cover up the evidence, she ran down the stairs and told her Mom that she was " gonna go over to Sasuke's house now! "

" Alright, then Sakura! As long as the mess in your room is cleaned up!"

" Ahem. Yes. The.. mess..."

Her mother took her hand and walked out the door.

All the while... Back at the DISASTER-RIDDEN UCHIHA HOUSEHOLD...

Finally, Itachi had finished cleaning the ' destroyed battlefield ' and turned it back into a spotless kitchen. Alas, nothing could be done for the wounded and killed dinner plates. To cover up Sasuke's destructive habit, Itachi buried the remnants of the plates in the backyard, and, noticing that no one was around, held a tiny funeral service for the plates.

Heh-heh. Isn't that great? He can have feelings too! Just.. not for animate object. Inanimate.. yes. ( The stuffed toys, hint hint.. )

Also, he handed over the sundaes that the two did not deserve. Heh-heh...

Wait. You didn't hear that laugh. Nothing is wrong with the ice cream. Nothing! Heh...

" Sasuke? You.. you think he's mad at us?" Naruto asked, stuffing his mouth full of the cool, creamy sugary dessert into his mouth for the fifth time.

( Jeez, that's a lotta ica creama! with Italian accent )

" ....... " Sasuke became silenced as he, neatly, pushed another spoonful in his mouth. Aw, he was such a nice, mannerful boy.

( A/N: Until Naruto came along. Then he became mean, quiet, had NO manners whatsoever. Hey! That's an idea! )

Though, not because his mouth was full. He was mad at Naruto for some reason you'll learn later. Why else would he throw all the good plates that were now resting in the backyard in peace... s.

" S-Sasuke? What's wrong? Hey, what's wrong? Seriously, is something wrong? You can tell me if something's wrong, Sasuke. You can tell me."

" Dobe," replied Sasuke, in a cruel tone, a vein popping out of his forehead as he reminised on HOW MANY TIMES Naruto had asked ' If something was wrong?'

" I'm mad at you, so shut up." Sasuke glared at a ice-cream faced Naruto, before slamming down his bowl, marching up the fifty to seventy five stairs that lead to the second floor. He stormed down the hall, and into his room, slamming the door so hard, TWO pictures flew off the wall and a vase broke.

( A/N: Something for Sasuke to say in a competitive sense
Sasuke: HAH! Take THAT, Itachi! TWO PICTURES AND A VASE! BEAT THAT! Resort to Chapter 4 for details on a smashed picture by Ita-sama.)

" Sasuke, why are you mad at me!? I did nothing wrong!" cried Naruto, as he stood straight up and looked around with sly, foxy eyes.

With a slight squeak, he jumped on Sasuke's ice cream and began to devour it, hoping he wouldn't come back for it.

Itachi's door exploded open.

(Not in the KAABOOOM thing, now! Just another word for slammed very violently.)

" What are you little runts screaming about NOW?! You got your ice cream!! You made ME clean up YOUR mess, and you used MY sugar stash! What MORE do you STUPID LITTLE KIDS want FROM ME?!?!"

" A few sprinkles would be nice!" called Naruto from the bottom of the stairs.

" YOU SHUT UP, UZAMAKI! THEY'RE MINE AND I'M NOT SACRIFICING ANOTHER LITTLE BIT OF IT!!"

Naruto shrugged his shoulders, throwing the empty sprinkles container onto the floor by the stairs. He'd never know...

" I sense my sprinkles are gone..." Itachi looked down the stairs wondering if Naruto has found them

"YIPE! I sense danger" Naruto screeched turning around to see Itachi looming over him holding the empty sprinkle container.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SPRINKLES THEY WERE MINE!!!!!" Itachi screamed at the cowering Naruto the doorbell rang at this very moment.

"Phew saved by the bell literally" Naruto said wiping the sweat on his forehead off with the back of his hand Itachi then walked to the door to answer it.