Naruto looked in the mirror as he smoothed out his shirt. Jiraiya was waiting for him downstairs in the main hallway.

"You look fine." Sasuke muttered as he observed Naruto from his place on the bed. It had been two hours since Jiraiya had oh-so-rudely interrupted his and Naruto's moment. Well, Sasuke's moment anyways, since Naruto's slap had been a firm confirmation that the blonde boy HADN'T enjoyed the kiss.

"Gee, that really means a lot coming from someone who hasn't been in style for at least one hundred years." The blonde grimaced when he found a stain on the collar of his shirt. He went over to his suitcase and began to look for a different one that would match the rest of his outfit.

Sasuke sighed and flopped back on the bed.

Coincidentally Naruto had chosen to stay in the same room that the two had shared all those years ago, but that also meant the Sasuke lost his sleeping quarters. The raven haired male felt somewhat angered that he couldn't simply stay in the room with Naruto. They were lovers after all. WERE is the key word.

The moment Sasuke saw Naruto he knew that it was the same Naruto of his past. The only reason Sasuke was so sure of this was because of Naruto's unique personality, that, and the fact that he had the EXACT same spiritual flow as his past lover.

"Ah ha!" Naruto pulled a black T-shirt out of his bag with the phrase 'Role Model' written in orange across the front. "See ya later Sasuke." Naruto walked to the door and waved over his shoulder at the ghost. Sasuke hn-ed as a response.

Naruto rushed down the steps, jumped over the last five, and turned the corner only to collide with Jiraiya. The yellow haired male fell on his ass with an irritated Jiraiya looking down at him.

"Where's the fire?" Naruto's adopted grandfather quirked and eyebrow.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just on my way down to meet you."

"Well next time watch where you're going. I was just on my way to your room to see what was keeping you." Jiraiya offered his hand to the blonde who accepted the offer graciously and pulled himself to his feet.

Naruto nodded and motioned toward the front door. "Shall we go?"

Jiraiya nodded and he and Naruto left the castle.

Sasuke watched from his perch atop a crumbling gargoyle as Naruto and Jiraiya sped of in the old man's silver Volvo. He stood and brushed some invisible dirt off of his pants as he let his body evaporate until he was almost see-through. Sasuke sighed and dropped onto the floor below.

"I never new that sustaining a material body that long would be so exhausting."

He ran slender fingers through his jet-black hair. He let his feet carry him to the end of the corridor before he turned left and descended a winding staircase. He stopped when he got the bottom and stared at the large iron door in front of him. He gave a soft sigh as he walked through the locked door and into his brother's 'Insanity' room.

Soon after Itachi killed the clan Sasuke began to haunt him. His elder brother was confused at first and was convinced that he was hallucinating. He was convinced that the bloody footsteps that would follow him weren't real, that the pounding on his bedroom door at night was merely his imagination, and that the boy with the hole in his chest that he would see so often in the fourth floor hallway was fake. He so desperately wished that it was his mind playing tricks on him, that it was simply a guilt trip, but after four years of this, it became too much.

He would cry out at night for family members that weren't there. He would cower in the farthest corner of his bedroom as memories of what he'd done that night flashed through his mind. And he would beg for forgiveness when he would see his younger brother's bloody form standing before him.

After a while Sasuke began to pity Itachi, and after Itachi had gone insane, Sasuke regretted what he had done. Two wrongs didn't make a right, no, make that three wrongs. The first was from their parents for not letting Itachi be with the man he loved simply because he was from a different village, but letting Sasuke be with Naruto when the blonde had been a slave. The second was Itachi who had taken his anger and rage out on his entire clan, and Naruto. The third was Sasuke's doing, who had driven his brother to insanity with guilt.

Itachi had locked himself away in the cold, isolated room where Sasuke now stood. Sasuke's feet carried him to the coffin that was placed in the center of the room. He ran his had over the rough lid and read over the first inscription.

'Uchiha Itachi

Brother,

Son,

And caring lover.'

Sasuke had carved the words himself since there was nobody else around at the time, not like he'd be able to request help from the living anyway. He traced the letter's as his eyes drifted over to the second name carved into the marble lid.

'Hoshigaki Kisame'

Sasuke was not able to think of anything to commemorate the death of his brother's secret lover. So he simply carved his name. It was his brother's last wish to lie with his love in death.

Sasuke let himself evaporate into the air and rematerialize in his and Naruto's room. He still had a half hour until Naruto was to return to the castle and he intended to prepare the room for the blonde's arrival. Tonight Sasuke's goal was to make HIS dobe remember EVERYTHING he'd forgotten, provided Jiraiya didn't ruin anything.

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Thanks to all of my reviewers however few for all of your support, it's really helped me to continue writing this.

I think that this is the first of my fan fiction that I have actually enjoyed writing the first I've enjoyed writing not the first I've ever written and all of your comments and criticism has really helped… A LOT.

-P.I.