I've really been pumping out the last few chapters, ey? I just have the motivation right now.

Warning; Non-accurate timeline bleh, fluff, Shisui's! POV

I don't own Naruto, BLEH

When the edibles kick in-

"People can not show each other their true feelings. Fear, suspicion, and resentment never subside." - Madara Uchiha

To say Shisui was surprised was an understatement. Sasuke's words rocked him to his core and sent his mind on a frenzy. There's no way Sasuke could have found out about the Coup d'etat without outside interference, or, in this case, supernatural seer abilities.

It's not the strangest, nor the most unbelievable thing he's heard of in his lifetime, and with how much S ranked information Sasuke spat out in that one sentence was enough to confirm it. He glanced down at the smaller Uchiha at walking by his side. They were heading back to the compound, something about his little minion having a sleepover with the village jinchuriki.

His even footfalls faltered barely, betraying his inward debating on what to do with this new information. The real question was how much more did Sasuke know? He said he's been getting visions since he was five, which is mind-boggling. Did he know the Uzumaki was the Kyuubi? It wouldn't be surprising, considering the boy knows about Danzo.

'That tidbit of information.'

Danzo would betray him? He supposed he saw that coming, but put his own worries aside for the village's safety instead. Shisui mulled over Sasuke's suggestion. Become a nuke-nin? Well, he knew that Sasuke wouldn't mislead him, or he could try, but Shisui has known the boy long enough to spot the telltale signs when he was lying. 'Trust the opinion of my trusted future-seeing minion? Or wait and see how the next few months unfold first?

Though the latter seemed a bit foolish, considering Sasuke's whole demeanor during their walk to the river and the compound, and their secret meeting itself. The boy was frightened, horribly worried, with fresh tears brimming in his wide onyx eyes. He smiled fondly at his little minion. He was just a scared child trying to act tough with too much knowledge that no one should bear, much less a kid. He was still innocent, despite knowing what horrible things would happen.

He ruffled Sasuke's hair. Sasuke didn't protest this time, even going as far as to lean into his touch. Shisui chuckled, then commented to lighten the atmosphere. "Finally joining me in the dark side huh Sasuke-chan?" Sasuke made a face, "buy me more fruit and I'll consider."

He looked up and hopped over the compound wall, grabbing Sasuke's waist last second. Shisui shunshined across the rooftops and stopped near the archway where a boy with yellow hair was sassing the guards. He stopped and lowered a frowning Sasuke to the ground.

He turned his glare on Shisui, running his hands through his long, wild hair. Shisui snickered, earning a rather strong whack on the arm for an eight-year-old. "Sasuke! They wouldn't let me through without you. You're late TEME." Naruto announced, frowning at Sasuke's growing smirk. "I was lost on the road of life." He replied with a casual shrug, Naruto's frown changing into a deadpan stare.

He had a bag slung over his shoulder and his shirt that had a few dirt stains on it, Shisui noted idly. The whiskered boy skipped over to Sasuke and shot a suspicious look up at Shisui. He squinted his eyes, "Who are you dattebayo?"

Before Shisui could answer, Sasuke beat him to it. "My beloved cousin-" He glanced back at Shisui with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. "And loyal slave. Don't mind him." He waved Shisui off like a mildly annoying fly, causing the older boy to deflate. "So mean minion." He mumbled, whining when Sasuke and his friend ran off to his room to scheme. One of the gate guards snickered, "He's got you whipped Shisui."

He shot a hurt look at the male, "Haru-kun, so mean."

Shisui turned to Itachi, expression serious.

They were at their usual meeting place, the Naka River. Sasuke and Naruto were sound asleep together, it was actually kind of adorable, the way they clung to each other in their sleep. No one was out here except for them, which was necessary considering the bomb Shisui was going to drop on Itachi. "Sasuke wanted to tell me something today, said it was a secret, so I brought him out here." The moonlight shimmered on the river's ever-changing surface, turning his voice wistful at the end.

He steeled himself, "Sasuke… he… he knows about the coup." Itachi's whole demeanor changed, the look in his eyes promising a painful death to whoever told him. "He knows about Danzo as well." Itachi stiffened, Sharingan spinning to life in his distress. "He told me he can see the future, or, well, some of it at least. That's how he knew." Itachi was silent.

"Sasuke knows what's going to happen, or what would. He said that Danzo would kill me, and take one of my eyes, giving the other to you. And orders to massacre the clan." His voice was soft and took a few steps to stand in front of him. "He mentioned the visions started when he was five."

His best friend narrowed his eyes in thought, before he deactivated his Sharingan and crossed his arms, suddenly cold. "I- that was around the time that Sasuke started acting a little differently, being more outgoing, affectionate." his low voice carrying over to Shisui's ears easily."I wrote it off as nothing, but… If what you said is correct, then he must have seen something to prompt that change. Almost like…"

"Almost like he was preparing for something." Shisui finished, nodding and crossing his own arms. "He trains almost obsessively, like something big is coming, or like he's going to lose us." They both mulled over their revelations, it was Itachi who broke the silence next. "What are we going to do? If nothing short of massacring the clan will stop the coup…"

Shisui looked into his eyes with a determined face, "I have an idea. I can use kotoamatsukami on Fugaku." Itachi shook his head, "Danzo would try to get to you before then. And even so, the other coup members could take Fugaku's place and start a war anyway." Shisui looked down, his heart started to race. There were so many things that could go wrong.

"Before Danzo takes any of my eyes, I think we should take Sasuke's idea into consideration." Itachi looked up sharply, Shisui offering him a small smile. "Itachi, even if it comes down to it, Sasuke would never hate you. I believe that wholeheartedly." His friend closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "If it comes down to the clan, Sasuke, and the village, I'd put the latter two first."

I woke up to sunlight on my face, disturbing my particularly nice dream about riding a motorcycle and chucking glitter bombs at random civilians. Too bad they don't exist yet.

I idly noticed a warm body curled up against my back and snoring quietly. Peeling open my eyes, I strained to look over my shoulder and had to hold in my snickers at a dopey looking sleeping Naruto. We were lying back front, with the jinchuriki curled up into a ball and drooling on the back of my nightshirt.

Curling my lip up in disgust I shimmied out of the covers and glanced at the clock on my nightstand.

It read 7:47.

Shit, the academy starts at 8! I quickly dug through my dresser and grabbed some pants and boxers, throwing open my closet door and retrieving a shirt. I ran into the bathroom and changed quickly, brushing my teeth and relieving myself.

I dried off my washed hands with a towel, trotting calmly back into the room. Chancing a glance at Naruto told me he was still sleeping soundly. I grabbed my schoolbag off the floor and stuffed my sketchbook and askew pencils inside, picking it up and slinging it over my shoulder. It was about a 15-minute walk to the academy if you speed walked. 10 or less if you roof-hopped I guestimated. I looked at the clock again.

7:53.

I sauntered up to my bed, and yanked the covers off Naruto, making him shiver for a moment. "Oi, get up dobe, we're gonna be late for class." he groaned rubbing at his eyes, "Wha-a?" He yawned sleepily, before stilling. His eyes shot open and he leapt up from the bed, "WE'RE LATE?!" he yelped, digging into his bag and pulling out a shirt and shorts, rushing into the bathroom to breeze through his morning routine.

I chuckled, before calling out, "Meet me outside the house Naru-chan." I waited for his muffled 'ok teme.' before leaving the room.

I found Mikoto in the kitchen, preparing some tea for yourself. She giggled at my disheveled hair, causing me to flush in embarrassment. "I forgot the brush- shit." I hurried back to my room, apologizing quickly to Kaa-chan who scolded me for cursing. Tearing open the door and making Naruto jump five feet in the air made me laugh, and made a grab for the hairbrush and shutting it again.

There was a small mirror on my dresser than I used to judge my reflection. After getting the majority of the knots and tangles out, my hair fell into it's natural, surprisingly soft spiky normality. It reached my mid-back, making me realize it sort of resembled Maddie, before shrugging it off.

Even if somebody in the leaf remembered what Madara looked like, it's not a crime for an Uchiha to have long hair, well, it might be for me. My hair's too perfect to be legal-

"Sasuke, stop checking yourself out and let's go!" My blond companion tugged on my arm, making me pout. "Whatever, lead the way. Jealous haters can screw off, my hair is great…" I mumbled the last part, hurrying to the front door and slipping on my ninja sandals.

We both burst into the classroom as Iruka was doing roll call, Naruto apologizing sheepishly while I checked my nails. Should I paint them? Maybe black or a dull purple like the Akatsuki? Doesn't Itachi have his nails painted in the future too-

"Sasuke!" Iruka yelled, using his infamous 'big-head' genjutsu. "Huh, did you say something?" he fumed while some of the other kids snickered. "Sasuke-san, just go sit down." I just lightly shrugged my shoulder and sauntered over to the back of the class, sitting in my self proclaimed seat with Naruto joining me a second later. I immediately pulled out my good ole' sketchbook before opening it up to a blank page. Inspiration hit me like Rasa would hit his wife if she were alive, so, pretty hard.

I retrieved a pencil and listened with only one ear to Iruka's lecture, sketching the face and starting on the hair. I paused, before going with cracks across his face, shading in the tomoe in his visible eye. I started the shoulders and colored in the hair, the pencil going scritch-scratch on the paper.

The half-finished portrait of Madara stared back into my grinning face with a malicious smirk, his face saying something like 'lowly lesser beings can't compare with my HUGE dick.'

I tensed instinctively when Naruto loomed over my shoulder, "What're you so happy bout' teme?" I set my pencil down, my grin turning slightly maniacal. "An Uchiha ancestor, a very famous one." He squinted at me, then back down at the page. "Don' recognize him, but your art is really good." He offered a grin of his own.

To be honest we probably looked like budding villains. Well, me definitely, Naruto seems more like a hero who still does destructive shit and is buddy-buddy with the crazy one- mwah. Not like I'm evil or anything though, well… a little I guess. I can't help it that the Uchiha elders' houses are so easy to break into and trap!

"Sasuke! Naruto!" Iruka called, scowling.

We both turned to blink owlishly at the whole class and Iruka-sensei staring at us expectantly. (Shikamaru was already asleep.)

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" we both said unanimously.

His scowl deepened.

"Stupid Iruka-sensei, can't appreciate true art," I muttered under my breath, scrubbing the desks clean with a rag and some disinfectant spray. Naruto nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he had that paint balloon coming." he grouched, making me bark out a laugh. "Still can't believe you carry all that stuff on you. The eraser dust after the paint was simply devious." he nodded again, scrubbing out a rather tough paint stain out of the floor.

I wiped my brow, looking out the window to check the sun's position. "True art is eternal," I added as an afterthought, making Naruto glanced up at me from the floor. "But the pranks were really cool dattebayo, and they happened fast." He squinted, "Pranks are an art in itself."

I shook my head, "Art that is fleeting can never be appreciated for long, however, Art that is eternal is truly beautiful." Naruto threw his hands up in the air in triumph over getting rid of the stain, then scowled at me. "But pranks can be beautiful too, and they are-" He fumbled around the word. "Fleeting."

Somewhere in two different places in the elemental nations, Deidara and Sasori sneezed.

"Ugh, un." Deidara scowled in disgust at the snot on his brand new shirt.

Meanwhile, Sasori wondered how he was able to sneeze if he was a puppet.

I snickered to myself, amused that we both had that little art argument. Maybe when I meet the other two artists one day we can swap better points and debates about the subject.

I sighed, wiping the last table clean and tossing the dirty rag and spray bottle onto Iruka's desk. The sun was setting, the golden rays of fading light illuminating the classroom quite beautifully. Naruto and I left the academy, saying our goodbyes and left in opposite directions.

Using chakra, I hopped onto the roof of a nearby building and began running across the rooftops in the direction of the Uchiha district. I landed nimbly on top of the archway and jumped onto another rooftop, curious about where my brother and cousin were.

I stopped suddenly when I heard a commotion, and dropped down from the roof, landing quietly and peeking around a nearby corner. I saw Fugaku and a few other members of the police force yelling at a tense Itachi.

"Shisui wouldn't just run away, he wasn't that kind of man. You did something to him!" One of the officers shouted.

Itachi seemed fed up and knocked the three men off their feet, looking quite murderous if I had to say. He unleashed a wave of killer intent that made me weak-kneed. I gripped the side of the building, adrenaline kicking in. So this was killer intent felt like?

Despite myself, I felt giddy, and a grin showing too many teeth take over my expression. It was so… invigorating- but I couldn't find my body the will to move.

Almost as soon as it had come, the weight in the air vanished along with my grin, instead, I adopted a concerned expression. Itachi turned away from our father and the two still-shaking officers, walking down the street in my direction. "Itachi-nii?" I asked quietly, my bag suddenly felt heavier than lead, dread pooling in my stomach. He tensed again, flicking his eyes towards me. I approached slowly and gripped the edge of his sleeve, "C-can we go to my room?" I asked just as quietly, briefly glancing at the men behind us.

He hesitantly took my hand and lead me away, both of us ignoring the eyes trying to bore holes through our backs- more so, Itachi's. We both didn't say anything, not until he closed the door to my room, drawing the curtains closed on the room's window. He sat on the edge of my bed, I quickly clambered up next to him, leaning into his side. "Where's-" I paused, then blinked. When was I nervous around my brother? I looked up at him, locking our eyes together, "Where's Shisui." he stayed silent for another moment, before sighing and running a hand through his hair.

"He left… like you suggested. Danzo confronted him sooner than we thought." His voice was barely above a whisper. My eyes widened, "Did he-" Itachi shook his head. "He didn't get his eyes." I nodded at that, then wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning into his hand when he ran a hand through my hair.

We were quiet once more, just finding comfort in each other's presence. I thought for a moment, before deciding to voice my thoughts. "At least he didn't die." my voice was soft. I was relieved really. Now Shisui was a missing-nin, and if the massacre really did happen this time around…

Itachi wouldn't be alone out there.

I sighed, barely audible, then shifted my weight around. I took this moment to look up at Itachi again, offering him a small smile. "I'm glad." I felt my eyes water but ignored that. "Even if everything doesn't end too well-" I wiped a hand at my eyes, tightening my grip. "I'll be fine if I have you and Sushi-kun."

He let out a breathless chuckle at my nickname for Shisui, before ruffling my hair once more and stood, peeling my arms off him gently. "Goodnight Otouto," he said, then slipped out of my room silently, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I yawned- that bastard, he jinxed it, and slipped out of my clothes, letting my bag fall to the floor with a soft thud. Grabbing a nightshirt I stumbled over to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair.

Cuddling into my covers, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Yawning again, I succumbed to the desire to sleep, breathing out deeply, my hair splaying across my pillow. I silently hoped the massacre wouldn't happen, but it would only really end that well if the coup d'etat leaders called the coup itself off and forgot about it.

I yawned again, my brows furrowed at the thought. That really is wishful thinking.

"I'm not gonna run away, I never go back on my word! That's my nindo: my ninja way." - Naruto

"If the world ended, who would you spend your last day with?" -Naruto

Yeah, Shisui's lives! Sasuke and Itachi will all probably meet up in the future with Sushi-kun and scheme or something.

Fun fact; I might be posting the same quotes on some chapters since I'm too lazy to go back and check.

Sasuke's hair is perfect. No debate.