Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (I'm so freaking tired of this!)

Warning: Multiple character deaths, both major and minor. No pairings for Naruto 'coz he's too young in here! The story revolves around Kyuubi and Naruto so other characters could not be mentioned.

Chapter 2

"Father!" He gleefully shouted while running towards the big man with bright red hair and even brighter crimson eyes just a few meters away from him. The man quickly turned as he heard the voice shout.

Blood red met sky blue. A small genuine smile escaped on the other's lips as he opened his arms to welcome the boy. A small big body collapsed on the other's outstretched arms. A soft sigh escaped on the little boy's lips as he leaned to his father's warmth.

"How are you my little kitling?" Kyuubi asked softly while brushing his hands on his little son's golden locks of hair.

"It was boring while you're gone!" The child whined. "And I've already finished the book you bought me! I wanted another one!"

Kyuubi laughed. "But of course Kitsune! When did Father ever deny anything from you?" He hugged his child for another time. "Come on get inside the house… I had a present for you."

The child smiled broadly as he clutched his father's big hands and allowed his father to lead him inside the big house.

"Father I love this!" Naruto shouted in glee as he saw his father's gift. There stood in the middle of the large living room a big white canvass. Beside the canvass were the supplies – paint, easels, canvas, brushes, charcoal. Smiling, Naruto walked over the pile and examined every brush, every paint and every easels with a careful gaze as if he was a jeweler examining a diamond. He picked one of the tubes and touched the canvass. "You've got my favorite of everything in here." He whispered entranced.

"I know my love," Kyuubi whispered as he sat at on the dark red loveseat.

"Well, it's good to know that you liked it brat. Your father spent almost a day just by buying all those stuffs." A voice said.

A round of laughter followed the statement.

Naruto doesn't have to turn around to know who the voices were. He could easily identify them even in his sleep and eyes closed. The voices are as close to him as his and his father's were.

Naruto looked around and saw each one of them standing around him as if he was some sort of treasure to be guarded. He stuck out his tongue at them and resumed on marveling on his presents. So engrossed was he on them that he failed to notice the slight worried glance his "Uncles' gave him and the lost of his favorite 'Uncle's' presence.

Naruto lay on his soft silk laden bed and contemplated on his day. A smile found his way on his lips, his father had come back home and had a present with him. Those painting equipments are everything he had hoped for. He had first started to paint after seeing Van Gogh's Starry Night and was enamored by it. It was full of emotion and longing as if it was a memory begging to be released and be known to the world.

He sighed and stood up in his room to walk towards the large window of his room. He pulled back the drapes and gazed outside. The stars are out tonight together with the bright full moon, illuminating him and making him remember. On nights like this, when his mother is still alive-2 years ago- they would have camped outside together with his father and laughed around the fire while hearing one of his father's stories about his childhood life.

Distantly, he could hear the faint voices of his father and 'Uncles' outside perhaps drinking whisky and talking about business. Business. He never really knew what his father's business was; all he knew was all that his dear mother had told him years ago.

He remembered that once he asked his mother about his father's job. She didn't answer him; all she did was look at him in the eye while caressing his cheek softly with her hand. He leaned unto his mother's hand while he continued to look at her face, still waiting for an answer. His mother sighed and ran a hand on her hair. "You're father's an executive at a large global company and is always needed anytime because you don't know when there's gonna be a problem." She tells him.

That's her explanation for why Kyuubi has to run off at one in the morning on urgent business. And Naruto honestly believed that. He believed that every country has a time difference between others and he understands that. He believed that somewhere in the world there's a big problem going and that his father was greatly needed.

Kitsune Brother's Company Inc. was the company's name. And Naruto thinks it was a bit of weird, thinking that his father was a sole son. But even though there were no brothers, there was a bunch of 'Uncles' around. There was the loud and friendly 'Uncle' Kuma who he always looked forward on seeing because of the jokes he had. Then there was the athletic 'Uncle' Uma who always had some new game or Kung-fu moves that he wanted him to learn. 'Uncle' Inu and 'Uncle' Neko always seem to fight night and day and that always amuse him, especially the loud banters they shot at each other. 'Uncle' Ookami likes to be alone while 'Uncle' Tori love to sing together with him. Of all the other 'Uncles' ones closest to his father were 'Uncle' Tora and 'Uncle' Ryuu. But the 'Uncle' he likes best is 'Uncle' Shukaku. He sighed sadly as he leaned his forehead on the cold glass. He miss his 'Uncle' Shukaku. He wonders why he can't come tonight.

Sighing once again, he moved towards his bed and closed his eyes. But before succumbing to sleep, he softly whispered. "I wish Gaara's here, so that I wouldn't be lonely." And so he drifted of to the land of dreams, oblivious to the fact that he was the subject of his 'Uncles' and father's topic for the night.

"When are you going to tell him Kyuubi?" Ryuu asked his best friend as he lighted his cigar. He was a man with long blue-black hair that he tied up loosely with a black silk ribbon. He was dressed in a neat and slick black tuxedo that gracefully hugs his delicate features. He put his other hand on his face, absentmindedly touching that long scar gracing his right eye all the way to his cheek. He always back up Kyuubi's decisions no matter what the times or consequences, but he couldn't agree to him now. It was absurd. Blowing up smoke, he looked at Tora who was seated near the fire and asked. "What do you think Tora?"

The man named Tora was dressed simply in a black shirt and black slack pants that clash strongly with his short flaming red hair and his silver accessories like his thumb ring, his necklace and the multiple earrings he got on his right ear. He looked at his two best friends, normally, it would be him and Kyuubi who always had these kind of disagreement and it would always be Ryuu who would try to reconcile them. 'Damn, who reversed our role and made me the referee?" Tora asked himself in disgust as he sipped his whiskey. Tora sighed and looked at Kyuubi in the eye as if asking him for forgiveness. "I'm sorry Kyu," He said. "But I go with Yu here. He's right. You're making him soft man. Our business," He said as he walked towards the two and settling himself between them. "Got no use for freaking babies. He gotta be hard and tough, even merciless. Everybody knows that. Damn, even Shukaku knows that. He's even starting to train that goddamn son of his to be tough. Heard he's taking him for a kill tonight."

Silence engulfed the room until it was shattered by Kyuubi who whispered softly.

"Shukaku's taking his son's training seriously. The child's young we got a l-" He was interrupted by Ryuu.

"We don't have a lot of time!" Ryuu interrupted. "Our business has no guarantee how long we will live. Tomorrow I may die, then Tora, then maybe next week almost all of us are wiped out! Can't you see Kyuubi? We have to teach Naruto now! We have to prepare him now!"

"And what do you expect me to say!" Kyuubi bellowed. "Do you expect to come there inside his room and say 'Naruto I'm part of a gang and I want to teach you how to kill'. For God's sake Ryuu! I can't do that! Naruto's living a life where he thinks that I'm a legal businessman and you are my partners. I can't just do that. It'll break him."

"Then it is your fault!" Ryuu shouted. "I've already told you before to never ever associate with people who don't understand our kind of work. When you're going out with Annie I told you to never be serious about her. But you didn't. You MARRIED her. And then you two had a son awfully convenient. Fine. But then you didn't told them the TRUTH. The truth that daddy dearest is not a businessman and there is never ever a company-for god sakes- named Kitsune Brother's Company. Then Annie learned the truth and she killed herself because she can't bear that her own husband is a hustler, a gangster, something that dear old daddy warns her of. You should have learned your lesson back then Kyuubi! You should have! You should have learned the consequences of your actions. Please think about it. Tell Naruto the truth about you. Before it's too late. Do not let History repeat itself Kyuubi."

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