So, here's the next chapter. This one is in Minato's point of view, but I'm thinking of using one main pov for a few more chapters. Andy suggestions on who's pov to use?

Oh, and yes, Fugaku is very...OOC. He will be more...'human' (XD) around Minato, and eventually the boys, than he is potrayed in the anime/manga. There will be times when he does get mean, or grumpy.

Oh, one more thing. Fugaku owns a business- a large company, largely based off the Uchiha family. He does have very strong ties into the police force, and does occasioanlly tip in and do work with the actual police. He is very important-as are Itachi and Sasuke- in the Uchiha family. Minato is a professional MMA fighter/ model/ and he owns a business as well, (a small section of his business has merged wth a section of the Uchiha Co. ) Anyone want to give ideas on what kind of businesses they own?

Sorry for any mistakes- if I type the wrong word, Microsoft Word doesn't tell me -_-"

Read and enjoy! Maybe...Review, too? :3

Ch.13

*Minato's POV*

"Were we… interrupting something?" I sighed, shaking my head.

"No, Fugaku. Just…explaining some things to them." I chuckled as Itachi folded the picture I'd given him, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Good. I think it's time that we all talked, since apparently we aren't the only ones with… relationship problems." I could have died, seeing Fugaku actually laugh a little bit, looking at the pouty-faced Sasuke.

"Oh? And who are we talking about now? The oldest, or the youngest?" I laughed, patting Sasuke's head as he grumbled to himself, refusing to look at Naruto.

"Well….it seems the oldest have worked out their own problems. I think we'll have a few more issues with these two though…" I nodded, walking over to where Fugaku was standing, leaning against the couch.

"So, Naruto. Sasuke. We want to hear the story. We want both sides, full story, no lying. And no blaming each other." I looked straight at Naruto as I spoke, watching his cheeks darken, and his breathing speed up slightly.

"We don't have all day, guys." Fugaku fake-yawned, leaning onto my shoulder. It looked somewhat odd, considering our heights; He was roughly an inch shorter than me, though if he stood straight we'd probably look the same height. I smiled lightly down at him, subtly wrapping my arm around his waist.

Sasuke suddenly shot up, standing straight and stomping over to where Fugaku and I stood.

"You've never acted like this before. You're supposed to be the impersonal, tight-ass prick that just pushes us around. When did you get all cool and relaxed? Or did your new future husband change you for the better?" Sasuke sneered, his face bright red, and he moved closer until he was only about six inches away from Fugaku. Fu stood up straight, shaking his head.

"You mean when did he become a real person?" Itachi stepped forward, lacing an arm around the front of Sasuke's neck, ready to tighten into a headlock.

"Well…y-yeah…I mean, he was barely even human! And then he comes" Sasuke glared at me, growling slightly. "And changes everything about him. I barely knew a damn thing about Father before, but I know nothing of him now." I looked up at Fu, his head tilted down, casting his face out of my view. His black hair hung slightly in front of his face, before I reached up to brush a few strands away.

"Sasuke…he wasn't always a prude. He used to be…well, happier. At least from what I remember." I looked over to Itachi, who had a small, thoughtful smile on his face as he leaned on the couch next to me. "But, that was when he was first with Minato. Look, you just need to stop being such an angsty, over-emotional teenager, and resolve your own problems; What you're doing now is just blaming all the other things, all the other people, in an effort to get away from the huge mass of guilt, pain, stress, and love that's just sitting inside of you. I've been there, kid. Just get over yourself." Itachi sighed, walking towards the door.

"Deidara? Are you com-"

"You two aren't going anywhere. We are all going to sit down, and have some nice family time. And dammit, Deidara, if you so much as step out that door, I'm cleaning out your room. Completely." I could see Deidara falter, and reluctantly move back into the living room. Itachi's features lightly contorted with confusion, but he slowly stalked back into the room as well.

"Okay. So. Now that we're all together now, let's just get this over with." I sighed, turning to stare towards Naruto. His head was down, and he was twisting and untwisting his fingers around, a wasted effort to stop them from shaking. I shook my head lightly, moving to rest my weight on my left hip, leaning more towards Fugaku.

"Well… Since no one else seems so eager to start…I guess I will." Fugaku pulled a small, black folder into view, and opened it to reveal several sheet of paper. "These are divorce papers. Your mother signed them. I've signed them. Once they get turned in properly, the process is done. I realize you two would be…unhappy. But your mother is not moving away. To a new single home in the compound, yes." I nodded. I knew Fugaku wouldn't have moved Mikoto away- they did seem to make decent friends- though the forced marriage was quite a strain on any kind of relationship between them, platonic, or otherwise.

"You already…? When?" Sasuke looked breathless, and if you were able to see past the sheet of black hair, you would see the slight build-up of tears welling in his onyx eyes.

"About a month ago. We've already worked out the details, and lawyers took care of the rest." I nodded, glancing at Itachi, who's expression had only grown more confused, before I looked back to Naruto, who was slowly moving towards Sasuke.

"Oh." The single word made Sasuke sound so small, and his voice was dejected, saddened.

"Sasuke…" Naruto's arms came up to wrap around Sasuke's shoulders, an awkward attempt to both comfort, and relax the slightly smaller boy.

"Just…Naruto…don't…." Despite Sasuke's words, he leaned into Naruto, letting his head be cradled gently, and the arms tighten around him.

I smiled, looking at the pair. They would sure be a lot of work, but it seemed that they just needed a…push in the right direction.