Disclaimer: I do not and will not own Naruto.

A/N: High school is A PAIN. I'm getting, on average, 6 hours of sleep a night! So these updates will unfortunately come slower, but I will try to write whenever I can. (Meaning, during all my classes when I get a spare minute…hehe)

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Sasuke's mind whirled, what right had he to accuse his older brother? Most likely Itachi had killed the murderer and avenged the Uchiha clan with that sword in his hand…but then why was Itachi advancing towards him, the blood on his sword dripping onto the floor with each step? Sasuke couldn't shake off the voice in his head that told him something was wrong, that Itachi shouldn't be acting like this, that his older brother was the murderer of his clan.

It couldn't be right. It wasn't the least bit possible. Itachi had no reason to kill his own family! He had no reason to be lifting his sword in an eager way towards his little brother, looking ready to finish it off…

Sasuke took an involuntary step back, his hand reaching out to grasp the open screened door. He must have shown some of his fear, for Itachi suddenly laughed. "Yes, little brother, your suspicions are quite correct."

As he advanced Itachi started to tower over the 5-year old; there was a 10 year age and 3 feet height difference between the two brothers. He suddenly became a black shadow silhouetted by the moonlight, his figure all darkness except for his piercing eyes and the crimson blood still dripping, making the only sound heard by Sasuke's ears. That, and his own haggard breathing, which was quickly approaching hyperventilation. If he was correct, then…Itachi was the murderer. This revelation pushed itself through his brain, this conformation of his deepest fears. Those fears stirred in him, and he panicked inside. But he stood still, willing his trembling legs into unmoving pillars.

Even now a promise made itself known, and he grasped onto it. He would avenge his family. He would…kill his brother. Somehow. And to do that he needed to survive this. He would survive this. Yes, because now he had a purpose. And while that needed to be finished he couldn't die.

Sasuke swallowed suddenly, wondering why Itachi wasn't doing anything. If he indeed had killed his uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, godparents, parents…everybody, then killing Sasuke would be nothing at all.

Was this really real? Really his life and not really a sick hallucination? Sasuke would infinitely preferred insanity to this harsh reality.

The shadow that was Itachi shifted, sending Sasuke's young yet still very sharp senses into immediate attention. "Why do you not run, little brother? You know you have no chance against me."

He wanted an answer, and Sasuke opened his mouth, the words surprisingly coming out easily. "I don't want to die. I really don't. It scares me. You scare me. But if I have no chance now, what chance would I have even if I were to run?"

Was he out of his mind to talk like this when he was about to die at any second? Sasuke didn't know. He was 5-years old, and the concept of life was just stretching out before him. He hadn't even thought about death before this. There was no reason to.

But now Itachi was laughing again, and Sasuke knew Death was right in front of him, just a few steps away, his sword poised to strike. He couldn't move.

"Sasuke, you would have a very good chance. This afternoon has been…boring. Fun while it lasted, yes, but quite boring now. I'll give you a minute head start." Even though Itachi was darkness, Sasuke knew his nii-san was smirking.

When Sasuke didn't move, Itachi spoke again. "Sasuke, seriously, would you like me to kill you right now?" The sword tip swung up. "Or would you like a minute more to live? Your choice. I don't care what you choose, but it'll be more entertaining for me if you run." The shadow moved again, shifted on its feet, seemingly relaxed. Sasuke knew it was a ploy to distract him, and that the promise of a minute to live was just nothing but a lie. Itachi had killed their family. Why should anything he says be true?

Then Itachi threw a kunai at his head, and Sasuke dodged, the instincts and reflexes of an Uchiha, however young, coming into play. He wanted to live, and Itachi knew it, and sent a steady stream of kunais out, among other sharp objects. He forced Sasuke to start running, out of their parents' rooms and into the hallway, where Itachi whispered, "A minute to live, little brother. You better make use of it."

Sasuke's legs just couldn't seem to stop running. His survival instinct had taken over and was using the precious minute to get as far away from Itachi, from Death, as he could possibly go. And away from this blood that was everywhere, from the bodies, some starting to decompose, some as fresh as from a half hour ago. He sped past them, the flesh becoming a pale blur stained dark by blood, and Sasuke resisted the urge to throw up. But he needed fresh air, or that urge would overcome him very soon.

His short 5-year old legs tore out of the Uchiha mansion and down a long-traveled road. This was to a meadow, where he usually trained, or where he watched his older brother train…no, he had no older brother now. He had no older brother who had killed their whole family in cold blood for a reason 5-year old Sasuke couldn't fathom. He didn't have an older brother who looked remarkably like him, the same skin and features and hair, all the same except the sizes of their bodies and their eyes. He didn't have an older brother who was coming to kill him, in however many seconds he had left.

30 seconds to live? 20? Less? Sasuke raced down the pace, thoughts of his death occupying his mind.

Something happened then. Uchiha Sasuke tripped and fell on the path, scraping his cheek on dirt and sticks and stone. He tried to pull himself up, but Death had caught up to him. He looked up to see blood-colored eyes and a raised sword. He closed his eyes in expectation and heard the soft, "Die, Sasuke." that Itachi uttered.

The 5-year old screamed. This was his DEATH. He was SCA-

"SASUKE, SASUKE, are you OK! Tell me you are!"

-RED.

Wait…who was that? Someone was shaking him, bringing him out of his dreamland. The nightmare was slipping away…and Sasuke had the vague feeling that someone was sitting on top of him.

He opened his eyes sluggishly and struggled to keep them open; his body unnaturally tired today. His distinguished a shadow above him, silhouetted by the moon, and tried to push him off. It was too much like the dream. Except this shadow wouldn't go away.

"Sasuke, speak to me! Are you alright?"

Who was this guy? Sasuke didn't recognize the voice, nor did he recognize the blue eyes looking down at him, those eyes that glowed in the dark. And…that blonde hair, just the tips of it illuminated by the moon. Wait. They reminded him of something…someone…and his thoughts inexplicably flew back to that day, 10 years ago, with Itachi bearing down on him, ready to kill. But there hadn't been anyone else!

…Had there?

Sasuke shook his head to clear his thoughts, and the next thing he knew, he was being shaken by the boy (well, he didn't know that it was actually a boy, but the voice sounded more masculine than feminine) on top of him.

"Sasuke, you aren't all right? Where are you hurt? I heard your screaming, and-"

"I am FINE, ok?" Sasuke didn't know who why this guy was so concerned or how he had gotten into his bedroom, but he had no need of a guy going into hysterics on top of him.

While the guy seemed to calm down, Sasuke took the time to look around, and that nagging suspicion that something was wrong was confirmed. He wasn't in his bedroom. In fact, he didn't know WHERE he was. Not in the hospital. Not in a hotel. Not outside. So, that meant, he was somewhere he didn't know and he had no idea how he had gotten there.

He pushed his memory back, back, back, until he remembered something. The Annual Hunt. The Kyuubi separating him somehow from all his comrades. His tenseness, knowing Death was in front of him, the second time in his 15-year old life. And yet he hadn't died this time either.

No, he was alive, in what he supposed was the Kyuubi's mansion, and in the tradition of all those other boys…oh no.

The blonde was now peering into his face worriedly, sensing the turmoil within his thoughts. If he was in the Kyuubi's mansion, then this must be the Kyuubi's human form…the one that turned straight boys down the path of homosexuality.

Sasuke shoved the blonde away forcefully so that he tumbled from the bed onto the floor, where he stood up, puzzled by the raven-haired boy's actions. Why was Sasuke doing this…?

"Get away from me!" Sasuke's voice was loud and icy, and Naruto sensed he was trying to control his emotions, but there was still that trace of panic in his voice. "Take me back! Take me back right now!"

When Sasuke was panicked he issued orders, his eyes flickered from left to right nervously, and he seemed smaller somehow. But why was he doing this? Sasuke knew he wouldn't do anything to harm him…so why was he acting like this?

Um…kit?

And why was the Kyuubi talking to him at a time like this?

'Yes?'

I might have erased all of his memories of you…

'What!'

Yeah, so he doesn't remember you right now…

So that was the reason? But it would get straightened out soon, right? After all, yesterday had gone fine, when they had first met…so tonight would go fine too.

Naruto stood up and reached out a hand, crawling forward onto the bed until his fingers just barely touched Sasuke's cheek. Sasuke looked all the more cornered by this, although Naruto tried his best to look non-threatening. He just couldn't get why the Uchiha was just so SCARED of him!

"Sasuke…" Naruto's voice was the rustle of smooth silk over skin, comforting, hypnotizing, serene. "Calm down, Sasuke…"

Sasuke didn't trust that voice. It was too mesmerizing! This blonde was trying to trick him!

"NO!" He needed to get away, that was all he knew. He needed to get back to Konoha, and he needed it now! "You won't get to me, I say! You WON'T!"

Naruto shrank back, scared of that harsh voice. What could he do!

Sasuke's eyes blazed in the darkness, his voice still babbling on. "I REFUSE to fall in love with you! You won't TRICK me like you did those other BOYS. YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME! I have a FIANCE waiting for me in Konoha, and I will NOT get ATTACHED to YOU! SO TAKE ME BACK!"

Naruto stumbled back through the dark room, his traitorous ears catching all of what Sasuke was saying. F-F-Fiance? W-Who?

A silence settled over the room. Sasuke had gotten back control of his mouth and was berating himself for spilling so much information. Now the Kyuubi's human form knew just how desperate he was and could take advantage of him just that much faster. Except…the blonde beside him didn't seem so threatening now. He had stepped into the moonlight and his features were now visible. In fact, the blonde seemed scared, and scared of HIM. Maybe this was just another prisoner, not from Konoha, that he knew, but maybe from another village…

Maybe he had jumped to conclusions too quickly. But the blonde would understand, wouldn't he? He had been scared. The last thing he remembered was the Kyuubi. Now he had woken up here, in a strange bed in a strange room, with this shadow looming over him just when a shadow in his nightmare had been about to kill him. Yes, Sasuke would explain all this and this blonde would understand.

Now it was Sasuke who reached out to the blonde, tentatively, whispering soft apologies to him. But Naruto shrank back from that hand and that voice and instead asked, "Y-You're engaged?"

Sasuke blinked; what a weird question to ask! He supposed he should answer it though, if it would calm the blonde down. So he let his hand dropand answered, "Yes, in my village, Konoha, I'm engaged to a girl named Hyuuga Hinata. She is of the illustrious Hyuuga clan, and our child shall have both the Byakugan and the Sharigan. Our clans will unite."

Naruto told himself he should've expected this. He should've known that Sasuke would have found someone else. After all, why wait for someone you have no knowledge of? Why wait for someone who doesn't exist? And yet, and yet! Naruto was crushed utterly.

Kit, be strong. You don't know the whole situation yet. Don't think morbid thoughts.

Yes, the Kyuubi was right. He shouldn't jump to conclusions yet, especially if each and every one of them was breaking his heart. He should just ask Sasuke, right? Then he would get the truth and then he would react… Naruto took a deep breath and managed to stutter out the question that would either make or break him.

"D-Do you l-love her?"

Sasuke frowned; this complete stranger had no reason to pry into his life! And then his mind moved back and heard that voice that was inexplicably worried and those eyes that were inexplicably frantic. Perhaps this was not just a stranger after all. He decided to answer the question truthfully.

"I do not. Though I believe I could get along with Hinata-chan enough for us to marry and live together, all I want to achieve by this is to unite our two clans and make sure the Sharingan lives on. I have no feelings for her."

So Sasuke wasn't in love? Naruto's heart lifted a little. Sasuke's next words smashed it back down again.

"So you realize why I acted like I did? I do not want the Kyuubi's human counterpart, supposedly the 'blonde angel', to corrupt my heart and veer me away from my chosen path. I will live and marry without love, to carry on my clan. And so, let me ask, are you the Kyuubi's human half? Or are you just another prisoner like me?"

What could the blonde say? Yes, I am the Kyuubi's human half and I'm in love with you and if you say you'll never love me I'll kill myself? Out of the question. And so, Naruto repeated something he had said before to Sasuke.

"I'm a prisoner of the Kyuubi…" He trailed off as a happy expression overcame Sasuke's face. Was he really this happy because of his half-lie? It seemed twisted somehow…

"Which village did you come from?"

Could he lie? No, he really couldn't, not when Sasuke trusted him so much… "Konoha."

A frown made itself known on Sasuke's smooth brow. "Konoha? But I've never seen you in my life…"

Yes you have, Naruto was very tempted to say. He could remember that night, about 10 years ago, vividly well. Sasuke probably didn't. Or at least not that part of it.

"I was brought here a long time ago." He still wasn't outright lying, Naruto noted with relief. He didn't have to yet. "You probably don't remember me…"

Sasuke found this a little hard to believe. How would he ever be able to forget that combination of golden hair and blue eyes? The moonlight made his face a little spooky, paling all of his features as to make him perhaps a supernatural vision, and Sasuke found his mind once again drifting back to that bloody night when he had been miraculously rescued from Death for the first time. He told his thoughts to get back into line. That night obviously had nothing at all to do with the blonde in front of him. Nothing at all.

He hid the turmoil within his thoughts and replied, "Oh, I see."

Naruto gave him a little smile, thinking that perhaps the question session might be over for now.

"How do you know my name? And what's yours?"

And perhaps not. But the first part was easy enough to answer.

"Everybody knows your name. You're the famous Uchiha Sasuke, one of the two only surviving Uchihas in the land. Even I, being trapped in this house, has heard news of you, mostly of other prisoners."

"Are there other prisoners here?"

Naruto shook his head slowly. "No, only you and I. You will be sent back to Konoha soon enough," That still wasn't a lie, really. Soon enough interpreted with a 100-year life-span could turn out to be a long time. "-and I will stay here."

"But why? Why do you have to stay?"

"…Nobody in Konoha wants me to come back, trust me. Since nobody wants my return, the Kyuubi doesn't grant it."

Sasuke seemed to think about this for a moment. "But that isn't fair…"

Naruto's eyebrow twitched. That was an…interesting way to look at it. It certainly brought back old memories. But of course, his face betrayed nothing. "Why would I want to go back to people who would only hate and ridicule me?"

"Is it any better to stay trapped inside this house for all time? And what was your name again?" This was a not-so-subtle reminder that Naruto still hadn't answered the second part of Sasuke's original question.

Naruto debated between hiding and revealing his name. What if Sasuke recognized it and realized he was the "blonde angel" he was so disgusted with?

They erased your name from their records a long time ago, kit. He won't recognize it.

'Oh, I see…'

Of course the village would have erased all traces of him once he had gone over to the 'dark side'.

"I'm Uzumaki Naruto. And yes, it is better to stay trapped inside this house. The blonde angel you refer to so casually is actually nice to me, better than anybody else, really." No need to say that the blonde angel was himself.

Sasuke lifted a skeptical brow. "Can a demon really be nice?"

Naruto colored at the accusation. Did everybody think this way? Did everybody believe that he was a demon just like Kyuubi? He was silent in thought.

Sasuke went on after a little while, seeing Naruto wasn't going to answer his question anytime soon. "But even without that argument, I would hate being stuck here in this house. And where are we, anyways?"

He swept the covers off the bed and stood up, walking to the window and looking out, expecting to see forest or something. Instead, he was surprised to see other houses, familiar houses, like ones in…Sasuke frowned further in confusion.

"The landscape is an illusion, all except the sun and the moon. The rest is supposed to be your most favorite place in the world. What do you see?"

Oh, so that's what it was. "Konoha…" Sasuke answered, not thrown off track anymore. "What do you see?"

The blonde was standing beside him now, looking through the window too with a wistful smile, and Sasuke found a longing to give him whatever he wanted.

"A place I can never go back to…" Naruto gazed out the window into his most favorite place in the world, and a, no, the memory came back to him, startling in its vividness.

He had been only 7 then, and it had been storming that night and he couldn't sleep. His little room was in the attic of the ninja academy and the noises of the night were always amplified in there, not muffled. He had laid in bed, wondering what to do, when he had decided to drag his mat and blanket down to the academy itself and to sleep in one of the classrooms. He would just get up and move back before the school started in the morning.

So with that goal in mind, he had walked slowly down the steep and rickety staircase from the attic down to the second floor, just to stop suddenly as he heard a thumping noise that couldn't possibly be caused by the pouring rain outside. He had dropped the stuff he carried out of fear, wondering who would be here at this time of night, and the blonde felt the incurable urge to run back to his room as fast as he could and bury himself under the covers.

Yes, he was a scaredy-cat. Who wouldn't be in the middle of the night with a stranger a few dark rooms away? Just as he was about to listen to his urge and scatter, the thumps had stopped and a door had slammed open halfway down the hall.

A strangled yelp had come from his throat, and he had been riveted to the floor by the sudden unexpected noise. The school was dark, and his night vision had only made out an outline as someone stepped through the opened door, one Naruto realized led into a training room.

"Who are you?" The outline had hissed out, his voice bitingly accusing. "What are you doing here?"

"U-Uzumaki Naruto." He had murmured back, quaking in his hand-me-down pajamas. "I-I live here…"

The outline moved closer and Naruto had distinguished a boy not much taller than him, his eyes hidden behind his hair.

"You live here?" The contempt was clear. "That's ridiculous! Nobody would live here!"

He had stumbled back a few steps, gnawing on his bottom lip. The conviction in that voice was too strong!

Several silent moments later, the boy in front of him demanded, "Well? What are you really doing here?"

Now those eyes came into view as he was treated to a death glare, not the first he had ever received, but definitely the most potent. The sharpness in those eyes was unmistakable, as was the hate.

"I-I was scared of the storm, and the thunder is really l-loud up there…" He had pointed up the stairs behind him, to where his attic room was. "S-So I thought I could maybe sleep down here tonight…"

He had to try the truth, hadn't he?

Of course, he also knew the truth would not be taken well.

"Do you really think I would believe something like that? There is no way you could be living up there; my parents wouldn't allow that. They always give orphans a good family to live with, and you are no exception!"

"Oh, but what if no one wants me?"

The boy's mouth was hanging open, and for some reason he seemed shocked. Naruto wondered why. And what was that about his parents not allowing…? Wait. No, it couldn't be-

"What do you mean no one wants you?" The boy positively snarled. "Why would any family in Konoha reject you? Haven't you heard about that sickness a few years back? Most of the kids were killed! Almost all the families in this village would die to have a child to raise, orphan or not, and especially a boy!"

The reply was snarled back just as viciously. "What if I was pronounced bad luck and misery the moment I was found in the village? What if I was cursed to do horrible things in a few years, horrible things that I have no knowledge of and yet have to suffer for now? What if nobody wanted such a devil's child, huh? What if I was really ignored and hated and PITIED!"

Naruto stopped talking to take a deep breath, knowing his first impression as an innocent little child had been ruined. He was not innocent at the least. No, that had been stripped from him the first time he had overheard the story of his coming to Konoha, to the prophecy the great Uchiha Fugaku had pronounced, the prophecy that had doomed him for life. He had then understood why he was sleeping on the hard floors of the ninja academy, why there were whispers and glares wherever he went, why he was alone in this harsh cruel world.

He had been so caught up with rehashing his grievances that he hadn't noticed the boy in front of him stepping up until they were only inches away. Naruto felt his breath on his face and looked up, flinching at their closeness.

"I'm sorry…" the dark-eyed boy intoned, his voice indeed sorrowful, "I guess I shouldn't have doubted you…"

Oh, was he going to pity him too? Naruto huffed, he didn't need this boy's pity! He could take care of himself! Even when it was freezing cold and terrifying alone, and he was scared out of his wits, he could take care o-

"It's unfair." Naruto's harsh thoughts came to an abrupt halt with that short phrase.

"W-What? What's unfair?" The blonde found himself staring through the darkness at the strange boy.

"What do you think? The village's treatment of you! No one should have to endure something like that! Especially not a child!"

Naruto took a step back, very much affected by this starkly different attitude. I-It wasn't pity? He thought it was unf-fair? Throughout his short life, the villagers had never ever said anything like that to him. They gave him weak smiles, whispered behind his back, and stuttered when they were forced to make conversation. They were too afraid of the consequences of his anger few years down the road if they should throw him out and also too afraid of him and his foretold future to get close to him. He could see their pity and condemnation in their eyes.

There was no pity in this boy. There was no condemnation. There was only anger.

Naruto shrank back before realizing that anger was directed towards the villagers and not towards himself as he had first thought.

"What is your name?" He breathed quietly, longing to know the name of this special boy.

"Uchiha Sasuke." Naruto had recognized it immediately, of course. Uchiha Sasuke was the only child of Uchiha Fugaku and the second pregnancy; the first one had turned into a miscarriage. He was the bright hope for Konoha's future and, even at 7 years old, had been named a tensai.

Naruto knew he should have hated this boy who was everything he was not – accepted and loved, wanted and needed. He should have glared at this boy who was the son of the man who had cursed him and told him to get out. But he had known, even then, that he could not hate Uchiha Sasuke. His 7-year old mind had grasped that Uchiha Sasuke might perhaps become a friend, a ray of sunshine, a will to live. Naruto needed that. Naruto needed Uchiha Sasuke.

That had been the first time he had ever met Sasuke, in that dark hallway with a storm raging outside. In his mind, that storm had dwindled to nothingness, his fear gone, because for the first time a light had shone down on him.

That place had become his most favorite place, his special place. It had witnessed many things beside just their first meeting…friendship…smiles…kisses…their first night together…love… – they had all merged together under that wooden roof into a single, almost tangible, memory.

Sasuke watched Uzumaki Naruto's face undergo a strange change as he stared out the window at probably his favorite place, and he shifted uncomfortably to be near this boy that wore his heart on his sleeve.

The blonde's lips were lifting into a shaky smile radiating belief and hope for the future, yet his eyes were dimming with each second, weighed down by an immeasurable sadness. How could two such conflicting emotions be expressed so intensely on only one face?

Then the blonde's eyes flickered over to his face and Sasuke found himself under careful scrutiny. He couldn't help staring right back at this Naruto, wanting to know just what was behind that expression he had held a moment before.

Naruto gazed at Uchiha Sasuke's features, his Sasuke's, and knew he could never let the raven-haired boy go. Sasuke looked the same as before. He thought the same way as before. He was the same person, the same soul as before.

And if Naruto had needed him when he was only seven years old, he needed him much much more now. No matter he was engaged to Hinata back home. Sasuke wasn't in love, and that was enough. Hinata didn't need Sasuke as much as he did…

Sasuke watched closely as Uzumaki Naruto's hand rose silently to his face and felt his rough fingertips stroke his cheek, and wondered just what was making the blonde so happy. What had erased the sadness from those perfect features? …Perfect…? Where had that come from? The only time he had heard that description was from those kidnapped boys coming back to Konoh-

With indescribable conviction, Sasuke knew the boy in front of him was the blonde angel, Kyuubi's vessel. Uzumaki Naruto had lied to him. And he had believed it.

A wave of hate overcame Sasuke, hate mixed with anger and hurt pride and a sense that hating this boy was what he should do, that if he didn't have a death wish against this threat to Konoha he would be betraying his village…

But before his features could change and harden, before he could push Uzumaki Naruto away from him and do something, anything! to get the blonde back for deceiving him and trapping him in here, a snap sounded from Naruto's chest.

The blonde flinched and retracted his hand. Another snap. The blonde pressed both hands over his heart. Another. And another. And another. A permanent expression of pain was etched into the blonde's features, he fell onto his knees and then toppled over onto the floor, curling up immediately. Sasuke watched with first surprise, then unease, and now fright as he bent over the blonde boy. His fright turned into terror, a terror greatly overriding his hate as coughs wracked Naruto's body, great hacking coughs that were getting worse and worse as the snaps became louder and louder.

Why he was this terrified for the Kyuubi's vessel Sasuke didn't know and didn't question; the only matter on his mind was how to stop the pain. He scooped Naruto into his arms as he sat down on the floor and pressed the boy's face into his shirt, rocking him gently and murmuring soothing sounds.

When he looked at his shirt a moment later, wondering why it seemed wet, he found blood seeping through the fabric. Naruto was coughing up blood.

Sasuke panicked, there was nothing he could do to help! He could only watch as Naruto went through this excruciating pain! And that terrified him more than anything else…

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Mizuki hikari: Thank you for reviewing! (You were the first for the third chapter) I shall definitely continue, and struggle to finish this even through writer's block (which I experienced this week) because I've actually got the plot planned out…amazing, huh?

karone-sakura: Shie shie! Merci! Arigatou! Thank you! (I am Chinese, take French in school, know snatches of Japanese, and I speak English. Too many versions of thank you running around in my head…) I hope this chapter was up to standard too!

Crimson Wolf Fang: Oh yes, I very much plan to have Sasuke unearth the memories from his past life, piece by piece…

DemonRogue: Thank you. You should read Sparrows in a Bright Place by Sunfreak, it's in my favorites. I love how that author writes about Naruto and Kyuubi's relationship, and the one-shot is also just fantastic in every way.

chibicrack: -hug back- I'm starting high school too this year… and I'm glad you liked my portrayal of Sasuke finding out about his clan's massacre. It means a lot to me. And yes, I've fallen in love with Kyuubi/Itachi…although I might keep that pairing strictly in this story. If I write about it too much with one-shots and whatnot I might lose interest in it and I don't want that…

Mantineus: Arigatou! Hope you liked this chapter too!

galerian57: -hands you Sasuke plushie that is using the famous Uchiha glare of death- But it magically turns into a grin when faced with the Naruto plushie! (That I will be handing out next time) Thank you for reviewing!