DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW HOW BAD I WANTED TO PUT SOME KISAITA IN THIS FANFIC! XD But I refrained, because I don't want to scare you guys off. By the way, this fic has got 25,000 hits! Ironic, isn't it?
I don't like this chapter very much, even with so much KisaIta hinting and Kisame JAWsomeness. I just...I dunno. Don't like it D:
WHATEVER! OMG GETTING CLOSE TO CLIMAAAAX!
"This is a little much, don't you think? Jesus Christ, I wouldn't want to be that kid..."
"Shut up. No one asked you. And this is just to have myself some fun, nothing on your account. The Kyuubi seems..."
"Horny?" he cut in. The man turned to stare at him with narrow piercing eyes.
"...Yes. That's it."
"I wouldn't get in the way of that. Or that'll be you in your little brother's place."
Itachi sneered.
"True. I'll stay down...That's disgusting."
"...And this is coming from the guy who gropes his little brother while he sleeps?"
Itachi raised a fist to the shark man, and the one about to receive the abuse immediately silenced himself.
"...But what are we going to do with the baby?"
Itachi peered through the shining window of his family's old summer house with a little tilt off the tree branch. He spied on the sleeping Naruto, his face nestled into the crook of Sasuke's neck.
"...Well, it would very much interfere with the extraction," Itachi said under his breath, "so I guess we'll wait..."
Kisame hummed out an agreement, crossing his legs and looking up at his partner. And upon realizing Itachi had activated the Sharingan, tomoe swirling, he smiled an extremely toothy grin.
"...When?"
"...Tomorrow..."
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The thing in his stomach was restless, squirming and wriggling and all other forms of movement. Naruto scrunched his face in pain and at the annoyance of being woken, but softened as he lifted his groggy eyelids to the Uchiha above him.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the right Uchiha.
He gasped and jerked his head to the side, taking in his surroundings. There was no Sasuke by his side, there was no fluffy warm bed, and there was no home surrounding him. Just his brother-in-law, looming over him menacingly, his hands beside Naruto's head pinning him down were not unnoticed. It was still night out, and the moon shone down on the red clouds on Itachi's coat harshly. The ground, as Naruto was starting to realize, was cold, hard, and wet from extremely early morning dew. He didn't recognize anything around him, so he guessed he was far away. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the fish man Kisame, the one who had threatened to cut off his legs with his giant sword when they first met in the hotel. Naruto had to watch as Sasuke was torn to pieces, body and soul. It had scared him, when he saw those blank dead eyes on Sasuke, like his mind had lost itself and it was being drained of memories, or rather, forced to recall memories he didn't want to. And as he helped him to the ground, he tried to search for Sasuke's warmth, but failed miserably. He was cold, beaten, and utterly destroyed. And the man who had done all of that had himself draped across Naruto in a resemblance of Sasuke, the way his eyes narrowed when he smirked, how his midnight hair fell against his pale face beautifully, and how his lips were barely a shade rosier than his skin. He didn't want to think of Itachi like Sasuke, or think he was beautiful, but unfortunately, he was. And that beautiful face smiled down at Naruto, and Naruto wanted to bite his head off so he wouldn't have to remind himself that this was not Sasuke.
"...So, Naruto-kun, how are you feeling?"
The boy in question jerked his head forward to face the older boy.
"Get the fuck off me, you sicko! Where am I! Where's Sasuke! Goddammit, get the fuck OFF!" Naruto punctuated the off with a knee to the abdomen, in which Itachi took no mind. He thought it would hurt him, that he'd atleast grunt of flinch in pain, but his luscious lips only curved inwardly.
"Come now, Naruto. Don't try to jostle me. You're baby's coming today!" Itachi feigned his excitement well, and Naruto's eyes shot open wide to stare blankly at the murderer.
"...Today...?" Naruto whispered with as much fear and anxiety as a pregnant woman could, even though he was no woman. Itachi nodded lightly, his head cocked to the side.
"...But you wonder where Sasuke is? He's wondering where you are, or course. One would expect as much from a to-be father..."
Itachi brushed a cold hand across Naruto's face, bringing shivers down the boy's spine.
"...I'm going to be an uncle soon, eh?"
And leaning down to press a kiss to Naruto's neck, Kisame groaned.
"Will you stop teasing him? I mean really, Itachi. Look at him! He's trembling like a rabbit!"
Naruto wanted to HUG Kisame at this point, forgetting all about the threat of losing his legs. Anything to thank the fish man.
"Kisame, you like to butt into everything I do, don't you?"
"Very much, actually. But I AM a man with morals, Itachi-SAN. I can't let you touch him like that when he's fucking pregnant with your brother's BABY."
Naruto was on the verge of crying tears of happiness. Thank you, fish man, thank you.
Itachi's eyes shifted over to the approaching shark man, a scowl on his lips. Kisame tugged Naruto out from under Itachi with little protest, if any. Naruto looked over his shoulder at the casually laying Itachi. Kisame ruffled Naruto's sunshine hair, his ominous teeth almost scaring the boy.
"Itachi's a pervert. Sorry," Kisame said loud enough for Itachi to hear, multiplying the depth in Itachi's scowl, his rosy lips twitching in anger.
"Shut up, fish-cake," was all that Itachi said. Kisame actually burst out laughing, and Naruto almost thought Itachi was addressing that name to him, being what his name actually meant.
"You've finally found a pet name! Congratulations!" Kisame uttered out cheerily as his laughter subsided. Itachi just kept his vision away from the staring Naruto and his fish-like partner, finding more interest in a certain mossy rock a few feet away.
"...So you're going to kill me soon?" Naruto blurted out, anger returning to his senses, "Why be nice to me when you're going to kill me off anyway!"
Kisame was silent, where as Itachi's eyes slid over to Naruto with horrifyingly agile grace.
"...Because it's much more fun that way. What, do you want us to torture you? Do you want that instead of our fake kindness? We can't do anything to you until you have your baby, so shut the fuck up and calm down before I do what I said earlier and rip it out!"
"Itachi-" Kisame began, but was stopped almost immediately. Itachi knew Kisame would never sit back and watch a still-born child die in front of him, much less by the hands of Itachi.
"Shut up. Naruto-kun, by the time you have that baby, you'll probably already be dead. Today is the birth of your son and the day of your death."
Naruto would have glared fire at Itachi, but he just blinked up at him curiously big cerulean eyes.
"How do you know it's a boy!"
Itachi merely pointed to his red swirling eyes, his finger slack and bored.
"No wonder my little brother calls you usuratonkachi."
Naruto blushed angrily at his pet name and turned away from Itachi, sitting cross-legged in a huff. His folded arms rested limply on his about-to-burst stomach and his gaze rested upon the fish man smiling down at him still.
"...Itachi might look scary sometimes, actually, most of the time, but he'd never hurt your baby, Naruto-kun," Kisame assured the lightly frightened boy on the ground. Itachi hissed as he rolled out to grab the mossy rock he had been looking at and threw it at Kisame's head, but ducked too quickly for it to make contact. Itachi hissed again through clenched teeth as he began hurling an assortment of items found on the forest floor. Acorns, rocks, twigs, anything Itachi could get his pale little hands on. Kisame dodged all of them. Naruto watched in an astonished amusement as the fish shinobi took on all different body positions to escape being bludgeoned with the things. But finally, with much effort from Itachi, he sent a painful looking stone that hit the target head on. Kisame dropped to the ground limply, shaking hands on his face.
"FUCK!" he screeched. Naruto would have laughed, would have liked to laugh, but with Itachi here, he didn't want to make a sound. After a few more loud curses, Kisame slowly brought himself into a sitting position, cupping the bruised side of his face. Itachi chuckled at the glare aimed toward him, a heavy smirk on his lips.
Naruto didn't want to see this, this nonsense. These two were either perfect for each other, or just acting up to the frightened fox-boy. He was actually on both sides, not liking the latter theory as much. But if he had to deal with their role-playing, then fine. Naruto could deal with that, because he'd dealt with it his whole life. People all around him pressed fake smiles to their lips, happiness to their faces, leaving the little boy even lonelier than he originally was, staring off into blank affection. That wasn't affection; it was torture.
Naruto was pulled from his thoughts when Kisame was bold enough to run a blunted fingernail over his stomach. Naruto jerked away, but Kisame put up a surrendering hand, not wanting to frighten him. Naruto was tense, eyes wide. He trusted Kisame more than he did Itachi, for obvious reasons, but still, he knew this was the man that would kill him.
"...How is it coming out?" Kisame innocently asked. Itachi rolled his eyes, and Naruto blinked with red cheeks.
"C-section, fish-cake," Itachi growled lowly. Kisame smiled and turned to Itachi.
"I'm starting to like that name."
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In Konoha, there would have been guards up and around, everywhere. But this was Kyokai, not some secret hidden ninja village. It was a city full of regular people, people with no goals of being the greatest ninja ever, of being the Hokage. These people had no fear of their city being bombarded by rogue ninja, or having people kidnapped, or having people killed in the streets. They didn't need double the protection for their family.
But that's what Sasuke needed, but couldn't get.
Sasuke had been up early that morning, feeling the cold emptiness in the bed and knowing it was Itachi who had taken him.
"Have you seen a man with a black cloak and red clouds on it and lines under his eyes? He's probably with a shark-like man with a big sword and a little blonde boy too!" this is what Sasuke had asked the villagers. And if the question wasn't answered with laughter or a strange look, they'd shake their heads with a "no". Sasuke was panicking beyond belief as he hit the rooftops, gliding across them shakily, but quickly. And upon reaching the city limits, he looked out over the miles and miles of forest with wide scared eyes. Dropping to his knees, he let go the breath he had been holding in as he buried his face in his hands,
He had failed.
Arms encircled his shaking frame, and he jolted his face up to peer over his shoulder.
A smile fell against his lips as he looked at Sakura's pained face, relating so easily to what she felt. He slowly brought a hand up to rest in her hair, stroking the side of her head as she began to cry. She had heard from the villagers apparently, and had searched for Sasuke everywhere. And finally catching up to him, to find him like this... It truly broke her heart.
Sasuke turned completely toward her, letting her fall into his lap and sob while he ran shaky fingers through pink hair and trailed feather light kisses over her temple. Sakura kissed him in return, her rosy lips against his cheek. They knew that lips against lips were meant for lovers only, for people sharing that intimate bond. In this scene, that counted for everything, and they avoided that area entirely. Sakura for Sasuke's left cheek, and Sasuke to Sakura's left temple. And in their embrace of friendship, their teamwork, they exchanged their kisses, but not their tears. Sasuke had actually told Sakura that he would never cry, in front of anyone, even if it were times like this. And Sakura had taken that fact to herself, crying for both of them. The extra tears were staining through Sasuke's dark blue shirt, but he took no mind.
And bringing strong arms around Sakura's tiny frame, he left no room in between them as he hugged her unsteadily, whispering into her ear as she sobbed quietly.
"...Thank you for your tears...I couldn't have cried them better myself..."
Sakura sniffed and wiped at her emerald eyes, a small smile dancing across her lips.
"...Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Sasuke held her tighter, his chin against her shoulder and his voice raspy from emotion.
"...Well then, I guess I failed at that too..."
"Sasuke," she called out, "Wait!"
But he was already gone.