His Father's Strength

Chapter: 8

Disclaimer: Sasuke's shirt is blue, here is my cue, I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto do!

Spoilers of the Manga & Naruto Shippuuden. You've been warned.

A/N: HAHA! Finally, an update., I have crawled out of the death and have come back to life~ To all those who reviewed when I stopped writing, you're the reason I decided to write this. I don't know if I started a new chapter or not, because… I'm on another computer, but all the same, MORE WRITING!

However, since my last update, I've won a writing contest, and I know that my writing has drastically improved.

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Summary: Haruno Sakura is pregnant, and half of Konoha claims to be the father of the beautiful cherry blossomed kunoichi's baby. When he's born - green eyes open, black hair shifts, and a beautiful baby boy looks up at Sakura with all the strength of his father.

Dictionary:

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.Chapter Seven.

If you ever again want to see your son,
The following thing must be done,
Go to the Ame village,
Up high into the hillage,
There you shall find,
Your little boy so kind.

.End Chapter Seven.

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A tense air blew through the compound, and no one moved. As if stone, the five figures gathered around made no sudden movements, nor did they show any signs of life. The sound of moving clothing traveled for almost miles, for that was the only sound that could be heard. Which was odd – considering the hostage.

Acting around something, which reminds you of the past was hard on the heart, and did more than make Itachi feel guilty. Something about kidnapping his five-year-old nephew didn't sit well with him, but he knew that Pein wasn't after Sasuke…

"You know Itachi-san, telling him wh—"

"Isn't an option." Itachi interjected to the taller, blue toned man not far from him, breaking the silence, looking behind him at the sleeping boy, who was curled into a small ball, as if trying to protect himself.

The silence returned for a few more moments, but knowing the Shark-man's eyes had yet to leave him, the elder Uchiha's eyes faded from red to black, causing the world around him to disappear. "The kyuubi is not worth my brother or nephew's life." Something inside him pained, even blinded, he saw in his mind vividly the occurrences of that fateful night, years and years ago.

Death would make things all that much easier. Telling Sasuke would make things worse. He didn't want to be forgiven, and his contract protected his brother and any offspring he would sire. The village owed him at the very least that courtesy for what he'd done for them.

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Come to think of it, Konoha was the reason his hands were stained with gallons of an invisible blood that would never wash off. For, so many of their deaths he felt bad for a while, but grew numb with time. But, no one gets away from that free, and one voice, one face, one scream, and her tears still haunt him to this day. Every time he closed his eyes, her face blood and tear stained face. Her voice rung in his ears, and the look on her face would never leave his head.

It haunting him.

A loud gasp echoed in his mind – "What the fuck are you doing?!" The scream made him angrier, and a blade slammed into his chest, watching the man who had sired him fall to the ground, blood soaking his body.

However, the man stood once more, standing before the woman he'd chosen to carry and raise those children. "I knew you were a monster."

"Konoha knows what you're doing, my mission is to destroy your ambitions."

"Itachi! Stop this!" The voice made his heart stop, but he raised the blade. "Where's… what did you do to—"

The expression on Fugaku's face changed drastically. "Where's Sasuke?"

"Safe, and away from you."

Darting forward, a blade slid into warm flesh, ripping it apart, soaking it in blood, the eyes of the human controlling it remained closed, unable to watch what he was doing. A hard fist caught his face, chakra coming from it, causing Itachi to slide back and them stab threw the man who struck him.

Opening his red eyes, he watched as his father fell atop his mother's body and stopped moving. "Don't worry, you did well." A cold and soft voice was behind him. "For being as young as you are, that power I didn't possess until was much older than you."

"Somehow Madara, I find that less than comforting."

A laugh came from behind him, red streaks falling from Madara's eyes. That was what Itachi had to look forward to. Bleeding eyes when Mangekyou was overused.

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"He looks so healthy." A feminine voice broke Itachi's very real nightmare. "Konan-hime." He would greatly prefer no one being around the boy. Once the Kyuubi was captured, he intended to return the boy to his parents, and let them take blood for the fear they'd been put through.

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"Naruto…" Sakura said for what Sasuke felt was 10 times too many. Something about hearing her say his name like that made him angry, a jealous angry he'd never felt before. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He knew that fighting his friend would do nothing but hinder finding Shai, and no one was around to stop them besides Sakura.

Frustrated, Sasuke fell from the trees, landing on his feet, and his hand went straight threw a large tree, knocking down the great entity which had to be well over 100 years old judging by it's height. Somehow, that didn't feel like enough. He'd kill Itachi this time for sure. His entire body, frame, clothing, and soul shook with an uncontrollable rage, something he hadn't felt since he used the curse seal against the young sound shinobi who almost killed Sakura.

He could feel his curse seal spreading over his body, but he didn't care, chakra moved faster and faster through his system, as if forcing him to get angrier, giving him power to do things that no one could stop, and no one could prevent. His focus was far clearer, even without sharingan, his body felt heavier, and knew that it made him stronger. An open shirt revealed all the muscles in his chest, arms and waist where tight, and hard.

"Sasuke-kun…" Turning, he saw Sakura, almost afraid to approach him, and that angered him.

A long breath escaped his body, and rather than returning to his neck, the markings faded from his skin, as if they were never present. "We should go." Jumping upward, he darted off into the trees. He knew they'd follow, but this anger was best not around Naruto or Sakura. Though he told himself he'd never hurt them.

He'd done it before. Multiple times. Naruto almost died because of him, and Sakura had been put through hell because of his existence. That was hard to swallow and keep down. Her tears and his blood were hard on him, and his brother's blood would stain the entire Earth should his son be even scratched.

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"You know, Sakura-chan, something is without a doubt wrong with Sasuke…"

Sakura watched him dart off in front of them, and was afraid. "He'll never admit it, but he's scared. He's worried about Shai, and he's afraid that he'll hurt one of us if we say or do the wrong thing."

A pause overtook them. They followed their teammate as fast as they could, but gave him some distance, knowing that being alone was best for him at this point in time, but, they both knew that wasn't the only reason.

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"Alert me when the Kyuubi arrives." It was a very short, but direct order, and the blonde artist did nothing to question it. A simple nod did the job and sufficed. A movement of a cloak, and the orange haired leader was gone from the lookout.

A mild chewing sound was the only noise for about 15 oh so precious and amazing seconds before: "Oh~ Sempai, I want to see the baby! Can we go see the baby? Do you think Itachi-san will mind? I want to see the little Uchiha boy! How old is he? Do you think he's strong? We should go see him! I want to go! Do you want to go! Tobi's been such a good boy, he deserves to go and see him? PLEASE sempai!!!?"

Rolling his sky colored eyes, the blonde shrugged his shoulder. "Uchiha's suck. You go I'll stay and stand watch as ordered." Getting rid of Tobi wouldn't be too bad as long as he didn't have to see Sasuke's good for nothing little shit headed kid. He could careless for the blessed occasion of a baby.

He didn't like kids, want them, or see them living for long in a place like this. "They most likely drugged him to keep him quiet, but go and see him if it makes you feel better."

"NO, Sempai! You have to come with me." His voice was happy and bubbly.

A blonde brow twitched, as more incessant chatter and babbling came before. "TOBI!!!" The yell was louder than intended. "I don't care about the kid! Go yourself!"

"No need to shout Sempai." And with that, the orange masked man was gone, trotting off to see the child.

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Alone, all Itachi could bear to do was keep his back to the child. The resemblance to a young boy who he all but destroyed was affixed to his mind. His mind was boiling, and he couldn't stop the thoughts, but it wouldn't matter for much longer.

"The fish is gone." The voice from behind the mask was now deep and cold, but sounded aged, though, oddly familiar.

"Kisame went to check somewhere else." Itachi's jaw set into a tense position, showing he was not keen on the visit from the man behind him.

A small laugh came from behind the mask, slightly echoed. "Surely you can act happy to see me, and don't lie and telling me you're not at all happy to see me. Pein's idea is amazing isn't it? Rather than his girl, take his step child, so much more interesting." A cool chuckle came, but was short lived.

A sound echoed, and Itachi turned to face him, red Mangekyou staring, almost ready to take blood. Alas however, crimson met crimson – and the orange mask was removed, revealing a much older man, eyes matching that of the younger before him.

Itachi's facial features did not soften, nor did he seem to be at least a little pleased by this. "You're attempting to trap Sasuke and have him do some sort of dirty work. I don't know how yet, but I know you all too well."

"I care for the boy from the bottom of my heart." Madara replied, tossing the mask aside, cracking his neck, glad to be rid of the menacing orange thing, which forced him to be a totally different person.

Itachi's lips pulled into a brief smile. "Bottom of your heart?" he repeated, with a small snort of laughter. "What heart?"

"Clever, but I assure you, I intend no harm to your little brother, Itachi-kun."

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Stumbling, a figure, legs uneven moved through the trees, a gleam shinning in the moonlight, and his voice was strained. Voice hoarse and dry, his lips moved rapidly, but, it was no jutsu or anything like it – instead, it appeared to be speaking to himself.

An in depth conversation in which the two voices sounded differently, and from the dry scratch tone, they'd been at this for hours, perhaps even days.

"No… no." the softer of the two male voices said. This appeared to be a younger man.

"Yes, it will, and we must make it there." A cackle came from the chapped lips, which on one side pulled into a smile.

The head shook, causing glass to be caught in more moon rays. "Bad idea… no power, no strength… Not enough chakra… No…"

The babbling continued, interrupted, and at times, seemed as if both voices could speak at once as they argued 'yes' and 'no.' Moving forward, the limping man, appearing as if a leg or limp was broken, moved through the forest - silently despite the handicap.

"Yes." the stronger voice yelled, birds around the area calling, and in a flutter of wings, flew off in a fright of what they'd heard. Night was normally quiet, and this man's harsh voice woke and startled the beasts.

Silence soon followed, and disappearing into the darkness, the figure continued to move, a village not far off in the distance.

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A/n: That's it for now. I have this week off, so I plan on updating my stories, as well as placing some on Hiatus, and possibly finishing off all of them. :3

I gave a lot of background, and there have been spoiler warnings, and I assure you, that even though I added detail and my own flavor on the events – they did happen.

This chapter is short, but that's because I'm tired and really craving writing something with Itachi… until next time. 3