Well, here's the seventh chapter. Sorry it took so long... Ah well. Read and enjoy. Then please, review!

Disclaimer: Is Sasuke a tease to every character in the series? No? Well then it's not mine.

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"Seven days..."

A very girlish shriek blasted out at him from the tiny speaker on Naruto's phone, causing the grinning Sasuke to wince in pain. Scrunching his six-year-old face up in annoyance, he held said object away from his ear before turning to glance at Naruto, who even now was fighting to contain his laughter. The young Uchiha paused and stared at his friend, whose cheeks were puffed out slightly as he kept his jollies in.

Sasuke thought it made him look like a demented frog.

When the endless shriek finally wavered and died down, Sasuke brought the cell phone back to the side of his face and started to breathe heavily into it.

Naruto, hearing this, burst into laughter, clutching at his sides as tears of amusement ran down his pudgy, six-year-old face.

He tried to ignore the noisy blonde rolling across the bed next to him, and finally paused in his rasping. "Hello?" Sasuke asked politely, frowning when the line went dead.

"Hello?" He continued, staring at the phone slightly before pouting when Naruto tore it out of his grip.

"That's not the way you're supposed to do it, idiot," the blonde giggled cheekily, pressing the phone to his face and taking a deep breath.

Sasuke paled. "You aren't..."

Naruto grinned mischieviously at his friend.

"Oh no..." He sighed and covered his ears with his hands, glaring to the side as he awaited the inevitable.

The blonde watched his reaction, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. "I... I can't do it! Your face is... Too much for me..." He play-flopped over the side of the bed, pretending to die.

Sasuke glowered at him. "At least Itachi doesn't know it was us."

Oh, but he did.

He recognized those voices immediately. And so here he was, glaring down at his phone in anger from his position in the tree he scurried up when that menacing (though he'd rather die than admit it) voice started to rasp through the speaker.

But why would Sasuke do such a thing?

He wouldn't--it was very simple. His blonde friend probably put him up to it. Heck, he even heard the boy's loud, grating voice in the background.

It still came to the same ending.

Itachi would have to get them back.

A pasty-white man sauntered down the street, smiling his paedosmile at the children who floundered around.

Smoothing a nonexistant wrinkle out of his outfit and tightening his purple bow around his waist, he glanced around him, studying the children.

They were all adorable, true enough, but then again... So were all children around this age. And, heavens above, he knew what happened when they grew up. He shuddered, not wanting to think about the ones who... Ugh.

Absolutely ghastly... No. He didn't want that to happen again. He wanted an apprentice. A beautiful child. Preferably of Uchiha origin.

Gods, but they always turned out beautiful...

So when he pulled out a wrinkled picture from his pocket, he smiled his paedosmile again. That child would do perfectly. He turned over the photo, studying his writing with golden, slitted eyes.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Perfect.

Naruto glanced up at him when he heard that. "Of course he doesn't! He was too busy screaming like a girl," he finished smugly, grinning at his friend.

"No he didn't!" Sasuke defended his hero automatically, the act having been ingrained into his six-year-old mind since he was but a wee lad.

Naruto just stared at him.

He sighed. "Fine, fine..." Sasuke stared at Naruto's ceiling. "I'm bored," he piped up suddenly, glancing to the side at his friend, "can we go outside and play or something?"

The blonde sat up. "And stalk Itachi endlessly throughout the day, causing him infinite amounts of anxiety and stress?"

Sasuke nodded slightly at that, even though he knew his brother would sense them. Itachi was good at everything. A feeling of resentment welled up inside of him, but he was still too young to understand what it meant and so, like any other child unable to express the more complex of emotions, he forced it down and promptly forgot about it. "Yeah. Stuff like that."

Leaping off of his bed, he grabbed his friend's hand and literally dragged him through the door, almost running over his guardian in the process. But being six, and with the fact that when you are six you are very, very small, he scampered under Iruka's legs with Sasuke still in tow and ran outside.

This was their favorite place to hand out, he knew. Not from any amount of stalking, mind you, but from common knowledge.

The not-yet ANBU captian waited patiently for the two michief-makers to finally arrive, watching a young child twirl himself around and around and around and around and around and around until he finally fell over and bumped his head.

Itachi sighed slightly. Naruto was not much better when it came to mindless things like that. Sasuke, on the other hand... He was mature for his age. It made a brother proud... He wiped a nonexistant tear from his eye, before stiffening and leaping into a tree.

No, he would never stalk his otouto to the point of near-obsession. Of course not.

That was only on Tuesdays.

After laundry.

And tea.

The blonde was still running, which Sasuke found slightly annoying. They both knew that the park was around the corner, and thus should not be in such a hurry to reach it. But something was wrong.

Naruto wasn't letting go of Sasuke's hand; he kept glancing around as if he expected someone to leap out and shout 'Booga Booga' at them. Not that it would be scary, mind you, just... Kind of wierd.

When they finally dashed into the park, both boys definitely knew something was wrong. There was nobody there. Not a single person. Well, except for that Yoroi kid, but he didn't really count.

"S...Sasuke?" Naruto stammered, clutching his friend's hand tightly, tugging the other boy closer to him, suddenly despreate for some form of comfort in the sudden emptiness around them.

Sasuke glanced over at him for a second, but even then was it for too long.

A shadow darted in front of them, causing both boys to scream out in terror as they clutched at each other. The person's golden, snake-like eyes studied the young Uchiha with a hidden intensity, causing said child to shiver in terror.

"Hello there, children," he spoke, an impossibly long tongue emerging from withing to lick at his pale lips.

"I'm looking for a little... Help."

Both boys shrieked.

TBC

Well, there's the seventh chapter. My god, how long has it been since I last updated? doesn't dare to look Well, since the last promise I made didn't exactly go as planned, I'm going to have to try something different.

I'll update when I can. Read and Review!