VERY late update. I've been away from my computer for atleast four days, so I haven't been able to work on it. Sorry! But I hope to update this as soon as possible, just so I don't kill you lovely people XD I'm very tired, and it's 2 in the morning. Let me sleep pleeeaaaase! -sob-

Sorry this SUCKS. Do you know how much I love Kisame X Itachi? I would LOVE to write a Kisame Itachi M-Preg, if I didn't kill you all. XD Gawd. I'd kill MYSELF, really. I dunno how their baby would turn up. D: So..ENJOY. Next one will...Kick some ass?

"...So what's it like?"

I shifted my eyelids so I could peer up at him with out moving my head.

"...What, exactly?"

"...Well, how about having a baby, ah?"

"...Uncomfortable..."

He grinned and raised a lone eyebrow.

"...That's it?"

I shifted and crossed my arms, averting my eyes.

"...For the most part...Why would you care anyway?"

He shrugged glancing at his partner sleeping by the fire.

"...No reason. Just trying to seem friendly, because that little guy over there isn't."

I looked over at Itachi. I had never seen him so peaceful before, his body curled against a rock, his red eyes hidden by a thin veil of flesh. He looked so much like Sasuke when he slept; it made me want to cry.

He wasn't going to get here in time.

"...So how about Itachi's little brother?"

"Sasuke?"

"Yes. The little Itachi. What's he like?"

Kisame had his chakra, correction: immense chakra, infused into his feet, letting him hang from the tree branch like some weird fish-bat-thing. It's no like his hair made much of a difference, since it always stood on end. His yellow eyes peered out at me happily, finding me the only thing amusing.

I tried not to look at him, because that would probably encourage him to keep talking to me. I huffed, my cheeks pink.

"...He's like Itachi, except less evil."

The fish man chuckled heartily, his low voice booming softly.

"I got that impression already...But you have to like him enough to have his baby, so there's something better in that."

I glanced over at Itachi again. He hadn't moved, and it looked like he wasn't planning to either. His hair was free of the constricting hair tie, letting it flow down and curl at the shoulders. The fire burning lightly illuminated his face, and masked the long lines trailing down his eyes like tears.

An older Sasuke.

Was this what Sasuke would look like when he got older?

Not cute like a child and not handsome like a man should be, but beautiful?

Kisame watched as my tense shoulders slumped and my face became soft. Glancing over to where my attention was drawn to, he smiled toothily.

"...Beautiful, right?"

I jerked quickly back to him, my blue eyes wide and my mouth open agape. He laughed quietly, but held a finger to his lips.

"...Don't tell him I said that!" and he smiled that big shark smile.

I turned to Itachi again, my jaw still lack. Kisame...And Itachi? What an odd pair! No wonder he's asking me these questions!

"...You...And...Him?" I whispered huskily. He snickered this time, giving him a childlike appearance.

"You really think he'd go along with it? Look at him. He could have anyone he wants. Why choose me? And besides that, he doesn't take kindly to affection."

"...But he still forces it on us?"

His eyes glowed in the moonlight. It was still so early.

"...He has no problem giving it, just receiving it. He won't accept any of it. If he wants something, he takes it."

"Like Sasuke," I smiled up at him. He nodded lightly, a smile imitating my own.

"So much like his little brother, isn't he? No wonder they despise each other. 'Opposites attract'"

I narrowed my eyes at him and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Then why don't you two go for it?"

"He's too MUCH of an opposite. He'll think I'm annoying like always."

I nodded, not really sure if I should say anything. Putting my eyes on Itachi again, I watched him shift. I jumped at the action and Kisame brought his arms down to press against my shoulders.

"Don't be so fidgety! You're probably freaking out the baby! Just sit down, he's not going to wake up and EAT you."

I jerked out of his grasp, my eyes almost red from anger.

"But you're going to kill me anyway! I have to keep my guard up, or I'll be killed! And I'm never going to be Hokage! And I'm never going to see Sasuke again! And I'm never going to see my baby..."

With the realization, tears began to well up in my eyes. As my face contorted in sadness, I hid it behind my hands and began to cry. Kisame's shoulders slumped and softened at my sobs. He looked back at Itachi, who was now fully awake, and beady black met luscious red. Kisame shook his head lightly, and Itachi just stayed silent, watching me as I attempted to curl up, but couldn't. His eyes were narrow, almost with pity. But I realized first, that this was Itachi Uchiha, and second, he doesn't care...Ever.

And this was Hoshigaki Kisame, someone I barely knew anything about, and he was sitting right next to me, trying his best to comfort. But no matter how nice he is, he's the one planning on killing me, leaving Sasuke as a widower, and a baby helplessly motherless. Is that this man's form of nice?

"...That's not true..." he said quietly to me, "...If I know anything about Itachi, oh, which I do, and Sasuke is just like Sasuke, then you'll see Sasuke. And didn't I say you'd see your baby? I'd never endanger a newborn, ever. And Hokage is a big title. You can dream, Naruto-kun, and it's better if you do, but it is virtually impossible."

"...Because I'm not going to live long enough..." I cried. He sighed heavily.

"Don't think of it like that, Naruto-kun..." he whispered out. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my face hidden in my wet hands.

"...Sasuke-kun is coming for you soon, you know. Doesn't that make you happy?"

I felt like punching the man. Sure, he didn't know any better because he's doing this all mindlessly. I lifted my head up, letting him see the tears streaming down.

"HE'S GOING TO GET KILLED!" I shouted. Kisame immediately turned to Itachi, who was beyond irate. He was always one to be quiet, and I had never heard him yell at anyone. He was even more silent than Sasuke. And in a sense, it made me very frightened. Silence always led to bad things. And as he stood silently to glide over to me, I grew EXTREMELY frightened, flinching into myself and trying to hide in the tree behind me. Kisame called out his name as a warning, but Itachi didn't stop, didn't even regard the fish man, and just kept walking over to me, a deep glare showering over me. Kisame could have held off Itachi, but he knew better. Itachi was the best Akatsuki out of all of them, as said by the leader, along with everyone else in the ninja countries. And even if Kisame admired Itachi, even if Itachi might admire Kisame back, no one was going to stand up to those eyes unless they wanted a death wish. Kisame barked out his name angrily now, as he stood before me, looking down his nose at me like I really was nothing but the demon. He glanced over at Kisame thoughtfully for a moment before kneeling in front of me casually, administering a hold on my chin.

"He's going to be killed? Oh no. He isn't going to die unless I want him to...I'm not really in the mood right now, but maybe later," he told me with enthusiasm, My blue eyes were wide with fright, and Kisame began to emit a growl. Itachi shushed at him, and the fish man hesitantly backed down, ready to step in if any real harm came to me. But Itachi returned his red eyes to me, letting them roam over my face. A smirk, a smirk that belonged to the proud Uchiha brothers, crept onto is face.

"...Do you want to see who exactly gets killed, Naruto-kun?"

My mouth was hung agape, as it was my mistake for looking at his blood eyes, swirling with dangerous ebony. The beautiful tomoe swirled into a pinwheel, and I knew I was doomed.

"...Mangekyou Sharingan..."

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Sasuke had been running since 3 in the morning, and still, his legs found no time for fatigue. His mind was too set on finding his family, might half of it be unborn. Sakura would have taken chase as well, if Sasuke hadn't pleaded for her not to. This was his fight, and his alone. He was going to kill his accursed brother, and get his Naruto back, along with a son.

The Sharingan scanned the forest fervently, looking for any sign of life other than the animals. The trees were shady, adding to the early morning darkness. He could barely see anything. Without the Sharingan, he was sure he would have ran smack dab into a tree. And when the Sharingan grew weak, he did exactly that, further proving his point.

And when the Sharingan completely deactivated itself, he cursed at his body. It was useless under such stress. He needed to be there; NOW. But as he stumbled over his feet and out into a clearing, skidding out on the wet grass, he was forced to forget it. He finally took his exhaustion into consideration, and leaned back against a tree to rest. Sakura would have stopped him long ago, feeling as though his legs were shriveled up from so much running. So now, here he sat, under the dull moon and the dark night, his legs fidgeting from overuse and anxiety.

'Naruto will be fine. Everything is fine. Don't worry, Sasuke,' he chanted in his head, but he knew it was all lies. It was his job to worry, he knew nothing was right, and Naruto was probably already dead. But just giving himself the tiniest tad of hope, it let him finally close his eyes and release a breath he didn't realize he was holding. And finally settling, he drifted into a shallow sleep that only allowed him to relieve his tiredness, not escape his nightmares of what could be happening to his family.