A/N: I'm dreadfully sorry for the late update. I've been out of town for a long time. Now, I'm working feverishly on my stories, so never fear. This chapter is rather disturbing at times, so please pay close attention to the warnings.

FL--the other Sasuke, as well as our Sasuke, and Naruto, all have potty mouths in this chapter

SL--There's a bit of limeish stuff, though it's really not exactly enjoyable. To put it blungly, it's rather sick.

C--We're still going with "The Uchiha" for Sasuke's other self. Just keep that in mind so things don't get confusing. Also, there's the first POV (point of view) change in the entire story in this chapter. We see things through the Uchiha's eyes. And we are now very afraid.

V--This chapter had violence. A good deal of blood, and craziness.

S--slight spoiler for a technique revealed in chapter 308 of the manga. You've been warned.

Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor.

In This World of Make Believe

Chapter 6: Lesser of Two Evils

--Insomnia--

Four in the morning, and Sasuke couldn't sleep. He had a feeling that something was wrong. It was not anything born out of his shinobi training, or even from being around Naruto (who seemed to be a magnet for trouble), but a feeling that was altogether new. Sighing, he decided that he had better get up, since there would be no sleep before the sun came up. Grumbling, he threw on his bathrobe, and went down the stairs, and into the kitchen. To his surprise, Itachi was coming in the door, his ANBU mask in hand, hair disheveled, and blood smeared over his vest. He was distraught. Sasuke blinked at him from the middle of the kitchen floor, holding the copper kettle that he was going to use to make tea.

"He's gone." Itachi said suddenly, and collapsed into one of the low chairs surrounding the table, a glazed expression on his face. The older Uchiha stared at the surface of the table, dark eyes unfocused. Sasuke waited, and when no other explanation was forthcoming, he added more water to the kettle, and put it on the stove, then moved toward Itachi.

Sasuke unfastened the katana from his brother's back, and then unsnapped the vest he wore, pulling it over his head. The man remained pliant through this process. "Who's gone Aniki?" He asked mildly, as if he were speaking to a child. Trying to bully Itachi would not work. He might not be an evil bastard in this reality, but there was no way that his personality was so different that he would take kindly to being prodded by his younger brother. In the same unobtrusive tone, he continued his gentle prying. "Who did this?"

Itachi's eyes turned up to look into his. "The other you." Sasuke paused in the middle of wiping blood from his brother's arm, and looked unsurely at him. "He…he killed two ANBU. Then he injured Kakashi-san, and fled." Sasuke dropped the towel. The wheels in his head were turning at a frightening rate, and he seemed unable to stop them. His mind sifted through hundreds of possibilities, dozens of plans. Finally, he made his decision.

"Is Kakashi all right? Is he able to move? We may need him." When Itachi didn't answer, but merely stared blankly up at him, Sasuke bit his lip and then decided to do the only thing he could to shake the man out of his stupor. Pulling back his hand, he slapped Itachi hard on the left cheek. It worked. His brother glared up at him, red bleeding into his irises. "Don't look at me like that, Itachi. We have to move on this. Now. Does Sandaime know he's escaped?" The man shook his head. "Right. You go and notify the Hokage, and then put Hinata on alert. I take that back. Notify the entire Hyuuga Compound."

"And what are you going to be doing while I'm dragging my ass all over Konoha?" Itachi asked sharply, pulling his vest back on.

"I'm going to wake up father and the rest of the clan." Itachi's eyes widened. Sasuke looked at him blandly. "You don't actually think that he was bluffing when he said he'd kill us all, do you? He was serious, Itachi. And he might just be able to pull it off. Now, get your weapon and move your ass." The other man stood stiffly for a moment, a strange sort of brotherly indignation etched into his features. Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Fine. Move your ass, sir." Itachi snorted, and fixed his ponytail on the way out of the door. Sasuke cursed under his breath, and ran down the hallway to his parents' room.

"Otosan! Okaasan! Wake up!" He threw the door open, shedding light on their bed, and his father was now sitting up, staring groggily at him, and asking what the meaning of all this was. "There is no time to explain. Just get up. It's an emergency. I have to wake the rest of the clan. Someone's coming. They plan to kill us. All of us." That had his mother jumping out of bed and running for the kitchen, and his father striding across the room toward him, and taking him by the shoulders.

"Sasuke, please just explain to me. Your mother is waking people up as we speak. Just please, tell me what's going on." Sasuke looked up into Uchiha Fugaku's eyes. They were filled with concern for his outburst. He really didn't feel as if there was time for this. The feeling he had was growing worse, as if the world were about to end. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.

Ten minutes later, the man was sitting on the edge of his bed, fully dressed, and nodding to the last bits of the story. Sasuke's mother had long since left the room. "Now, he's escaped, and Itachi is informing the Sandaime. You believe me, don't you?" The man stood and crossed the room to where Sasuke was still pacing nervously, hands clenching and opening repeatedly, itching to get moving.

Fugaku placed a hand on his shoulder and his lips turned up in a rare smile. "I knew there was something different about you. Your chakra was different. Better refined. If there's one thing I will not stand for, it's for my son to betray the clan. I'll help you." Sasuke closed his eyes, sagging in relief. "No time for that, son. Go get into your gear. And pick up extra weapons from the dojo. I don't want to lose both of you." Sasuke's heart leapt at the use of the word 'son'. With a quick bow, he tore through the house, up to his room. His uniform hung on its stand, and he threw it on, grabbed his hitai-ate from the dresser, and ran down the stairs, kissing his mother on the way out.

As he entered the main dojo, he removed his shoes, and bowed reverently to the portraits of his ancestors. This was a place he knew well. Though, it was not empty now. It buzzed with activity, even at this hour. Because of his family's presence in the Police Department, there would be someone here at all hours of the day and night. He saw one of his uncles tensely speaking to a second cousin, and when he entered, they both stopped speaking. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the men, tilting his head slightly to the left. "Have you not heard? I think it would be best to gather weapons and protect your homes." When the older men looked at him with mild condescension, he hardened his tone and his face. "Now." Seeing the surprise on his cousin's face, and the shock in the eyes of his uncle, Sasuke smiled just a little.

Taking up a katana from the wall, he drew the thing, testing its weight, and finding it comfortable. He also chose to shove a few extra kunai into his holsters, as well as strapping a long knife to his right calf. There really was no telling what the Uchiha would do. Did he have reinforcements at his disposal? Would Orochimaru himself make an appearance? If so, Sasuke was ready. That snake wanted killing, and he would be more than happy to oblige him.

Lights were on all throughout the compound, and as he ran across the rooftops, he could see the lights of the Hyuuga compound on the opposite side of Konoha. A grim smile spread over his lips. They had been alerted, as well. He would have Hiashi to face, after this was all over. Suddenly, a dark blur approached him from the west, and then slowed to match his pace as he traveled south to the Hokage tower. "Ohayo, Neji-san. Is Hinata well?"

"She is. Her father and Hanabi guard her as we speak. Twenty of our best clan members guard them, as well. I have been sent to tell you that there has been a change. If you kill the other version of yourself, and remain alive, the Elders and Hiashi-sama have given their blessing to you and Hinata-sama. I am to stay by your side, and protect you as I would Hinata-sama." Sasuke nodded. There was no time for joy. He had no way of knowing what tricks the Uchiha had up his sleeve, but he had the feeling that none of them would be to his liking.

--Dread--

The hallway was dark, though it was nothing that he couldn't handle, with the eyes he'd inherited. His destination was so close, he felt himself smile. As the door appeared just past the corner, pale lips further stretched, forming a rather unpleasant grin. He knocked lightly, and when he heard someone fumbling around in what must have been a very dangerously messy place—in the dark, most likely—he could almost not contain himself. The door swung open, revealing a sight that made his heart beat faster.

Uzumaki Naruto was standing there, bare-chested, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. Messy blonde hair was flattened on the left side of his head, making it clear that he had been asleep for some time. Those vast blue eyes opened quite wide upon seeing him. He had to admit that he must look afright. The white hospital pajamas he had been given were spattered in quickly drying blood, his face, as well, was crusted with the gore.

Blinking slowly, he took a step into the apartment before Naruto could protest. "Good morning, sunshine…"

Upon arriving at the ANBU headquarters, the two Chuunin were surprised to see an already bandaged Kakashi barking orders to many of the ANBU. "Get ten men over to the south wall! I'll be leading two squads to the west. Where's that brat!" Sasuke had never seen the man so irate. He seemed on point of complete meltdown. When he saw Sasuke, he motioned him closer. "Kid, we're knee deep in shit. I hope you're ready for it."

The young Uchiha smiled. "Ready when you are, Kakashi-sensei." The man grinned behind his mask. "Now, what has changed?"

"No time for that. Two squads are going west to keep Uchiha and his cohorts within the walls, and others are taking their positions elsewhere. There are many secret ways into the city, and I'm not at all sure that it would be a good idea to leave them unguarded." As the man spoke, he fiddled with his long fingerless gloves. This was a Kakashi Sasuke knew well. A well-hidden ball of nerves on point of battle, up until the fighting began. Then the terrible grace of Konoha's Copy Nin would be revealed. "Sandaime is leading the forces to the south. He doesn't want to repeat his mistake with Orochimaru. I think he's trying to make up for letting the man go all those years ago."

Neji seemed a bit nonplussed by this, but held his tongue. They began to run. "Sasuke-kun, do you think it would be good to do this?"

"What are you talking about? The bastard needs to die. They all need to die."

Neji nodded in agreement, but continued. "But should you really be the one to kill him?" Sasuke was rather confused. He had to kill the other version of himself. It was the only way that they could ensure that Hinata would be safe. If Neji meant that he thought Sasuke could use the help, he might be right. But if he meant that he should stay out of the fighting, he was sorely mistaken. Before he could make any kind of response, Kakashi spoke.

"Hyuuga, just deal with whatever idiots that the Uchiha brat has with him. Let Sasuke kill the other version of himself. It won't do much good for anyone if it is anybody but him. It's righting the karmic balance." Sasuke looked dubiously at the ANBU captain.

"Never knew you were so deep…" He received a smack to the back of his head which nearly sent him tumbling from the rooftops. "Oi…I don't know if that was necessary!" He rubbed at the back of his head as they ran. Then, he came to a dreadful realization. "Shit! Naruto!"

Neji looked at him questioningly. "The Uzumaki kid? What about him?"

Sasuke swallowed hard. "The Uchiha has an interest in him. I have to go and get him, before something happens to him." Kakashi nodded, and tossed him something. A collar radio, with a tracking module and a few other nice additions. Nice. He snapped the thing around his neck, pocketing the receiver. "If you locate Uchiha, Kabuto, Orochimaru, or anyone wearing Otogakure's symbol, call me. I'll be on my way as soon as I can. Watch out for Haruno Sakura, as well. She may be a threat." With that, he veered to the west, heading directly for Naruto's apartment. Neji followed doggedly at his side.

Balance. If there was only darkness, the world would end. The same can be said of good. If there were only one, then would the world survive? Our young man struggles. He fights against himself, others, life, death. Life is one constant fight. But if that fight were to suddenly stop, what would the purpose be? On goes this little experiment, the gods laughing. But how much longer will their mirth last?

Their game is cruel. The players follow no rules. Bound by nothing, by at the same time by everything, our young man simply plays the game as well. How soon before he stops the game?

--Will--

"No…please…" Naruto's lips trembled as he spoke, which only fueled the twisted need in him. Just a moment ago, he had pinned the smaller boy against the whitewashed wall opposite his couch. His struggles were much less vigorous now that a powerful genjutsu had been placed on him, re-directing fear and hatred into other emotional centers in his mind that would be far more useful.

Growling lowly, he pressed himself firmly against Naruto, smearing blood from his shirt over lightly tanned skin, sliding… "Don't fight me, Naruto. You don't want to."

Warm breath on his neck, coming faster now, stuttered around the words, "Y-yes I d-do…" as he attacked the sensitive flesh of his victim's shoulder. Using tongue and teeth, he began exploring, tasting.

"No lies now, Naruto. Say it." He ground forcefully against plaid pajama-clad hips, groaning at the effort it took not to rip those virulently orange pants off of the smaller boy.

"S-say what, a-a-Aaagh-asshole?" If that had been an attempt to sound menacing, he'd failed miserably. The fact that he was still resisting was only encouraging. It wouldn't be any fun to break the little shinobi if it were easy.

After another grind of groan-worthy proportions, he said, "My name, Naruto. Say my name." Both of them were breathing hard now, gasping, even. He could feel Naruto's resolve, his stubbornness, his will, right on the edge of cracking. He smiled, and kissed trembling lips with such force and blind passion that it surprised even him. It was not good that he felt such powerful need for one person. It had to be purged, and it had to be now. Gripping slender wrists—held over Naruto's head, against the wall—more tightly than could feel good for anyone, he pulled away from bruised lips and hissed, "Say it, Naruto! Say my fucking name."

Half-lidded eyes opened wider, allowing him a view of their cobalt depths. They were utterly cold. To his everlasting surprise, Naruto's hands began to move, pushing away from the wall. When his arms were far forward enough, the young man shoved downward, breaking the grip on his wrists. Naruto's captor staggered backward as hatred kindled in eyes that were formerly filled with an uncertain want. "Never. You don't deserve that name."

--The World is Too Much With Us--

For at least a day, Sasuke had been thinking about what happened in the alley with Naruto, and how his mind had confused itself. He wanted nothing but the old friendship the two of them had shared, but the other version of himself, the other Sasuke…he lusted after the blonde shinobi. The Uchiha had unhealthy fantasies, which Sasuke actually had begun to fear. In no way did he consider himself a prude, but that guy had to have some kind of dominance issues to be into the kinds of things he was. It had been the combination of friendly feelings and the lust thrown in from the other Sasuke's mind that made him think he was in love with Naruto…completely plausible. More than that, he knew it was the truth. Sasuke found himself wishing, in a way, that it was not true. His friend deserved better than being alone.

When Neji and Sasuke got to Naruto's door and found it ajar, he was worried. He drew his katana from its sheath, and used the toe of his sandal to push the thing fully open. As he entered, he checked every part of the living area, even going so far as to look behind the door. No one was there. Listening intently, he motioned Neji forward. They took positions on either side of the bedroom door, though they heard nothing. If the younger ninja was merely sleeping, it would not surprise him. Unfortunately, he had other suspicions. Nodding to his companion, the Hyuuga grasped the knob, throwing the door open.

What they saw was disturbing. The same anti-eavesdropping jutsu that Kakashi had used upon first meeting Sasuke was being employed with great effect. Naruto was tied, hand and foot with ropes to his bed, and the Uchiha lay atop him, covered in blood and holding a kunai. Three others lay bloodied next to Naruto's naked body. Tears shone on ashen cheeks, and his eyes were screwed shut in pain. There were several wounds which were already healing on Naruto's torso, and one on his face. The Uchiha's white hospital pajamas were crumpled on the floor, also bloodied.

There was no way that he could have brought weapons with him. Sasuke was disturbed by the fact that the bastard was using Naruto's own kunai to let blood as he forcefully raped his friend.

It was obvious they hadn't heard or seen he and Neji enter, but it was only a matter of time. So, he hurriedly cast a genjutsu to make it seem as if the room was still empty, and the door closed. "For the love of…what a sadistic bastard." Neji breathed as they approached the wall of the jutsu. He cocked his head to one side. "I can get through this. Stand ready." His eyes searched the iridescent wall, examining it. His eyes found something, apparently a weak spot, and he concentrated his chakra into two fingers, then pushed them into that spot. The jutsu instantly dissipated.

Pitiful cries filled the room as Naruto struggled not to scream, and Sasuke stepped swiftly up toward the Uchiha. Placing the katana at his clone's throat, he said, "Drop it." The sound of metal on hard wood followed, and then a low, rolling laugh. He was still invading Naruto's body with his own, however, and Sasuke was becoming more enraged by the second.

"I wondered when you would show up. So…Sasuke. Want to end this, once and for all?" There was a sickening sort of wet sound as he removed himself from the bound shinobi on the bed, and then stood facing Sasuke. There was blood on every part of him, and none of it was his. It was all Naruto's. He would have to remedy that. The Uchiha was speaking again. "After all, this world isn't big enough for the both of us, is it?" It occurred to Sasuke at that moment that he really couldn't have said it any better. That was rather true. He knew that one of him was quite enough, so he thought that it would be best for everyone if he just killed this bastard right now. His answer was in the affirmative.

"Sure. Neji, untie Naruto, and take him into the living room. I don't want him to see this. And," He pulled the collar radio from his neck, tossing it to the other boy. "Call Kakashi to tell him that the threat is contained at Naruto's apartment for now." After making sure that both of the other boys were out of the room, Sasuke said, "You will die, Uchiha. Are you prepared?"

"If I die, Orochimaru-sama can bring me back."

Smirking, Sasuke simply said, "In that case, I suppose I won't leave a body, then." And then, the battle was joined. Sasuke soon discovered that his skill with the katana would not help him. It was a problem of range. The shorter range of the kunai that the white-clad boy wielded was, to an extent, an advantage. So he batted the Uchiha away with the flat of the blade, and sheathed it, opting to use the long knife on his calf. They matched each other in speed and skill, which was not really surprising. The two were, essentially, the same person. Their taijutsu would, of course, be equal.

As things were at a standstill, and Sasuke was merely gathering his chakra for a jutsu, he decided to talk to the bastard. "What did you do to him?" He asked this after a particularly fierce hit on his part.

Smirking bloody lips, and dodging another blow, the Uchiha said, "I gave him exactly what he wanted."

Kicking at the other Sasuke's feet, he growled, "I have a hard time believing that Naruto wanted to be tied up, mutilated and raped."

"Oh, he didn't like that very much. But he was quite…pliant before I restrained him. Even screamed my name. Or…would it be your name?" It didn't occur to him that the boy might be lying. Sasuke let his temper get the best of him, and found himself disarmed because of it. The other version of himself simply knocked the knife from his hand as he charged at him. "Tsk, tsk, Sasuke." The boy said as he backed his twin against the wall, the point of his kunai pressing just above his Adam's apple. "Temper, Sasuke. Temper." That infuriatingly smooth, sticky sweet tone was grating on Sasuke's nerves. But with a kunai at his neck, what was he to do?

"Were you thinking that you could kill me? That you could just break me in half like a twig, and take my place, Sasuke? Well, I have to say that I'm rather dissatisfied with your performance. You were supposed to be such a great shinobi!" The heat of the Uchiha's breath was on his face now, so closer that were it anyone else, he would think there would be a kiss involved. "But you turned out to be weak, just like the rest of them. Quite the disappointment. You couldn't even tell what was going on in your own head, you little moron. Couldn't even figure out why your thoughts were so disjointed. And you thought you were in love with Naruto! That was rich. Love is for the weak, Sasuke. Love is for those who are too scared to be able to hate something with all of their being."

Sasuke couldn't believe his ears. This sounded exactly like him, but…did he really feel that way anymore? He looked deep into the dark depths of eyes identical to his own. There was so much hatred there that it frightened him. Was that what he looked like? Did people see that in him, too? Then, he stopped wondering. Sasuke suddenly felt pity for his other self. Why would anyone who was so obviously loved by so many people simply give all of that up, so that they could…gain…power…? His eyes widened, and he realized that he himself was exactly the same. He gave up the love of his friends to do exactly what the other version of himself was doing right now. Of course, he had never tied anyone to a bed and raped them, but with the way his life had been going, he figured it was only a matter of time.

"What are you looking at, Sasuke? Why are you looking at me that way?" The kunai was pressed more tightly against his throat, and he could feel blood trickle down his neck, the force of the other's agitation put into the pressure on the blade.

Sasuke raised a hand, slowly, so that he did not alarm his captor, and gently touched his face. That gesture made the other tense visibly as calloused fingers settled on bloodied skin. "What made you this way?" The blade at his neck loosened, and the boy holding it stood there, stunned. "Why did you turn out just like me, when your life was so different? Is the soul we share simply too cold?"

The bewildered look vanished from the Uchiha's face, and he shoved hard with his other hand, causing the back of Sasuke's head to connect with the wall. "Enough prattle! It's time for you to die!" That same hand held Sasuke against the stucco, and the other raised the kunai. Blinking slowly at the sharpness of the instrument, he suddenly realized that he was not like this person. Even if it had only been a very small part of him that had wished for a different life, to be a different person, he had still wished for it. He had been the one to cause this change in fate. Since that moment, he had been going with the flow, to an extent. If taking control of his own fate was the only way to change himself, then he wasn't just going to sit back and let this asshole stab him to death.

The blade flashed downward, and Sasuke blocked it with his bare hand, the point sinking into his palm, between the metacarpal bones. Then, he twisted his hand back toward himself, and pulled at the hilt of the kunai, freeing it and tossing it across the room. "You," he said to his very shocked double, "are the one who will die. If only to give peace to those you intend to torment. And those you already have." He kept his eyes on the white-clad young man, who stood there in the middle of Naruto's bedroom, dark eyes staring in horror at the chakra building up around him. Lightening forked from every pore of Sasuke's skin, setting his hair on end, latching onto things in the room, and as he walked toward the Uchiha, he smiled. "Three years of hard work. Three years of doing exactly what you wanted to do, Uchiha. This is a very…unique situation, yes? I think that right now, it would be appropriate for you to beg."

As he approached the other version of himself, he thought he saw something flash through the boy's eyes. Fear. "Ah, now you realize. You understand now? Death is your only fate at this moment." He continued to walk forward, ever closer, until he saw the other boy's back come into contact with the door to Naruto's room. "Close your eyes," he said, and the fascinated horror on the face of the Uchiha came into full bloom. Reaching for him, Sasuke took hold of his arm.

The Uchiha began to scream, to thrash around, and to cry. The pain must have been intense, Sasuke thought, as the duplicate of himself even dislocated his own shoulder in an attempt to get away. "Why do you fight? It will be over much sooner if you just cooperate." The flesh on the boy's arm was an angry red, being burned by the Chidori. Sasuke's twin looked up at him from the kneeling position he was in, tears rolling down his face, and Sasuke smiled down at him. "Accept your death gracefully, Uchiha. Die, and let the balance be restored."

"Please, let me go. I promise, I will never harm another living creature. Just let me go."

One will say anything to be released from torment. Sasuke knew it was a lie. He saw it in the other boy's eyes. It was easy to see that he was desperate, and that he would do anything to keep his miserable life. What Sasuke did not see was the door opening, and Naruto peeking in. He did see, however, when Naruto approached them, kneeling in front of the Uchiha. For a long moment, the blonde haired boy simply looked at the tear-stained face, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

Then a small red glow encased Naruto's body, and Sasuke knew that if he looked him in the eyes, that beautiful blue would be nowhere in sight, shed in favor of red, with slitted pupils. Naruto's hand took hold of the Uchiha's neck, and he pulled him to his feet. "Sasuke," the boy said in a voice far too deep for his age, "Let go of him. He's mine." Now, Sasuke had heard things like this from Naruto before. But before, he had been weak, with nothing but his desire to be Hokage driving him. A shiver went through him at the sound of the voice coming from his friend's mouth.

"Naruto, are you sure—"

"Just let him go, teme. He's not going anywhere."

"No. If he dies, he dies by both our hands, Naruto." The Uchiha had wronged both of them. He deserved to die and be brought back, only to die again. Since that wasn't possible, then the both of them killing him at once seemed the next best option. Red eyes turned to face him, considering. Then a nod of Naruto's head let him know of the decision to agree.

Sasuke released his jutsu, and found himself feeling strangely heavy. His full-body Chidori Nigashi made him feel almost as if he could float away. The katana slid smoothly from its sheath, and he let go of the now useless arm he had been holding. Naruto's chakra changed from red to blue again, and he dropped the pale young man, who crumpled into a heap on the floor. The blonde boy leaned down to whisper to the Uchiha, "Are you frightened, Sasuke?" When no answer came, a very unpleasant smile crossed Naruto's face, distorting it beyond what Sasuke had ever seen. "You should be. As much as I would like to get you back for what you did to me, I'll take your life as payment instead. Cheap as it is."

With that said, Sasuke watched his friend move to the chest of drawers, as he pulled out a bag of wickedly sharp senbon needles. In a tone that sounded much like Iruka's during his academy lectures, Naruto said, "I think these are my favorite weapons. They're small, easily concealed, and they're very…precise. For instance, if I were to put this one—" the aforementioned needle was roughly inserted into the Uchiha's dislocated shoulder, causing it to spasm "—here…I could hit nerves that will cause pain and not allow you to use that arm." He proceeded to do the same for the cowering boy's other arm, as well as his legs and neck. Naruto seemed happy with the Uchiha's immobilized state.

The blonde ninja then picked up the large knife that Sasuke had been using. Positioning himself over the boy on the floor, who was now lying on his back, shaking, he held the blade over the Uchiha's heart. Sasuke marveled at the look in Naruto's eyes. This was righteous justice, not revenge. He himself stood at the Uchiha's head, ready to behead him. "Are you ready?" His question was directed at Naruto, but he got no answer. Both of them simply raised their weapons, ready to strike.

A/N: Hahahaha! Now, how's that for a cliff-hanger? I feel so evil after writing this chapter...it's rather strange.

Naruto: You're really sick, you know that, right?

antilogicgirl: Nah. I'm just...creative.

Sasuke: Like hell. No more rapes, okay? That was totally sick.

antilogicgirl: Yeah. I know. But I wanted to show how royally screwed up your other self is. Oh! I just rememebered! If anyone wants to discuss my work, or ask questions about it, request updates to stories (though if you get too insistant, I'll cry), I now have a forum. Well, there are two. You're all more than welcome to post in either of them.

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That's the url. So, until next time.