I suppose I should make a note saying Naruto isn't mine.

Okay, guys, Naruto™ or anything affiliates with it is not mine.

Aaaanyway, short chapters because I'm lazy ... =3=

Oh, as a warning, there is heavy swearing in this chapter. I might, eventually, have to kick up the rating just because Sasuke's vulgarity. Who knows.

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Nagato, fearful, answered the call. "Hello…?"

Sasuke's faint reply came from the other end. "Nagato….?"

"Yes…. Is something wrong?"

Sasuke laughed. "You're the fucking Antichrist! Holy Hell, he said it, " That's my son, yanno " …. " Sasuke continued to laugh nervously, uncontrollably.

Nagato was just confused, not quite sure whether or not to believe Sasuke, because, well, many reasons… he was not only able to speak with a demon upon the first try, but the devil himself? And Nagato is the Antichrist?

Although…. This was the Devil, an omniscient being, they were talking about….

Nagato gathered his wits about him. "What happened?"

Sasuke began losing himself at this point. "Come over, please, my address is…." as Sasuke explained this, he squeaked, and dropped the phone.

"Sasuke? Sasu- for Christ's sake…" Nagato hung up the phone and went immediately to the address Sasuke had given him. He didn't bother knocking on the door, given the way Sasuke had left him. When he walked in, he knew he was right about Sasuke. He had no respect for anything, not even the otherworldly.

The house was dark; the lights had all been broken. It seems they had all spontaneously exploded. Shelve-appearing items were now strewn across the floor, one shelf knocked over entirely. However, the most alarming thing was the amount of blood on the walls and near the summoning area.

There was a small puddle of blood on the actual sigil… Sasuke must have interpreted as "a prick of blood" as "destroy an artery". On the wall adjacent to the summoning area, there was a splatter of blood, like someone had been hit with something. Going further down the wall, there was a handprint of smeared blood, like Sasuke had to use the wall as support to walk, or run away. Depends on the situation.

Nagato swallowed and called out. "Sasuke? Where are you- it's me, Nagato.." He stepped over some shelve items, looking and listening carefully.

"Here..!" Sasuke croaked out a little reply.

Was that… down the hall?

Nagato immediately set off in that direction, and from that point, decided that the door with the bloody handle and edge was the room he wanted to go into. It wasn't closed all the way, so Nagato carefully pushed it open.

"Sasuke…?" He looked around the room. This was also a mess, but of clothes and dishes…. Not unlike a mess a messy human would make.

"Nagato…" Sasuke was sitting between the wall and his bed, but he had gotten to his knees and thrown his arms over the bed. He had blood on his face and large wound on his arm, like as if a large tiger and lashed out in rage and struck Sasuke. That was his left arm, a few finger widths from the shoulder. The bleeding hadn't stopped at all and was running down his arm like a malevolent waterfall. It was all over his clothes. The smell hit Nagato immediately.

Nagato immediately went over to Sasuke and crouched in front of him. "Sasuke, I'm sorry, but I need to know what happened." He didn't bother explaining that the wound wouldn't heal without Satan's permission. That was a little stressful.

"I brought him here and I- I mocked him…."

Nagato had to fight the urge to groan and slap Sasuke like a wolf for dominance.

"I think he was gonna kill me, but I mentioned you, and…" Sasuke looked at Nagato fearfully.

Nagato simply waited patiently. He had no intent on finishing that sentence, although he knew how it would end, if it were truthful.

"He told me you were his son. The "Antichrist", or whatever… Why didn't you tell me?!"

Nagato shook his head, a little bewildered. "I didn't know..! I couldn't have informed you of something I wasn't aware of myself!"

Sasuke looked at Nagato with scorn and disbelief. "You didn't know you were the son of the fucking Devil?"

Nagato was getting irritated. "No, I didn't, now get up and show me to your First Aid kit so I can address your wound before you die from it." He stood up.

Sasuke was still in some shock, so it took him a second to understand the command, but eventually he did. He walked Nagato to the bathroom and told him where it was located, all while dripping blood, leaving a little bread-crumb trail of blood. Nagato dressed the wound silently while Sasuke remained silent, too.

"There… that should at least hinder the bleeding a little bit. It won't actually begin healing until Satan gives his okay, so I'm going to go home and talk to him… given I'm his son now, apparently…. " He shook his head.

Meanwhile, Sasuke just began to laugh. This concerned Nagato, as he was a little afraid the whole thing pushed Sasuke a little closer- or even off- the edge. After he was done with his bout of laughter, he looked quite somber; sobered. Nagato rubbed his shoulder. "Are you okay…?"

Sasuke brushed off his hand and nodded. "Just tell Satan to fix me up. Leave me alone."

Nagato, again, didn't quite appreciate Sasuke's tone, but decided to cut him some slack, given the fact he was just mauled by Satan. Nagato stood up. "Alright, I'm leaving, then."

As he left, Sasuke called out, "Keep in touch!" and then proceeded to go and eat to make up for his blood loss.