NaTsUkO-ChAn—Sorry if he seems even more out or character 'cause I tried to go and look him up to get his personality right an

NaTsUkO-ChAn—Sorry if he seems even more out or character 'cause I tried to go and look him up to get his personality right and I think I just succeeded in making fun of his character…oh well…

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I'm really sorry this chapter is so late I feel like such a loser for not updating sooner but I've had all these sudden ideas for more fan fictions (like six new stories that only have the first chapter or prologue written) so I'm really sorry! So to make it up to you people I made this chapter really long!

Naruto led the strange man into his house; the man whose name had been appointed to Sai, no last name or even middle just…Sai…. Maybe he had a multiple personality disorder and Sai was just who this shell of a person was on Tuesdays. Though if anyone had a multiple personality disorder it would be Naruto who actually had two different souls taking residence inside of him—one of them was bound by the seal on his stomach and the other by his own skin. Oh well, Naruto didn't have to deal with the weirdo much longer, just until Tsunade showed up and then poof—of course not really poof—he would be out of his life, and more importantly his house, forever.

"Do you want something? Tea? Water?" The blonde child asked after a moment of deciphering whether or not he should be nice to the guy who had had the audacity to bang on his door around six o' clock in the morning…even though he had already been awake.

He directed Sai to his couch and made him sit there; he complied with Naruto's request silently. He seemed distracted by how many lights that there were on the Christmas tree and all the rest around the house, the red and green reflecting in his coal black eyes. Naruto snorted mentally he wondered how long a brand new nickel would captivate his attention.

The dude looked at the blonde after a moment of processing the shorter's words. Naruto inwardly cringed when he did; it should have been illegal to have a face that so greatly resembled that of the one that he loved. His smile seemed like a façade, though, of emotions that could have been placed there, but weren't—reminding Naruto how he must have looked to those around him when emptiness was all that he felt. This man seemed like the type who had been taught to smile because it was a polite gesture to please people instead of acquiring actual happiness that was shown through exposing ones pearly whites. But this type of smile did not touch his eyes…maybe not even his brain…like it was an unconscious thing that he did because he had been doing it for so very long.

Naruto felt pity for him just because the blonde despised the guy right off of the bat didn't mean that he had such a right to even think nasty thoughts about him; after all he basically knew nothing about him. Although Naruto couldn't really find the hurt in it, it's not like he could read minds or anything else abnormal.

"Tea." Sai said not un-kindly, but not kindly either.

Naruto huffed biting back the stream of insults that he wanted to very badly to spit in his face for merely having a close enough face to that of Sasuke, but he couldn't he had to use his little legs and walk away from the temptation to change that face, so that he didn't remind him so much of the raven, with his fists. He stomped away sighing rather dramatically as if those small actions were going to create a large chasm under Sai's feet and send him down to his inevitable doom, but he really didn't wish that…it would ruin his house…

Maybe it was just because the little blonde was in a mean mood but as he put in the packet of tea stuffs in the hot water watching it change from clear to an interesting brown color he felt like spitting in it. He even started to clear his throat so that he could at least somewhat pretend that he was going to defile his drink; he could just imagine watching it swirl around as he spun it in with his silver spoon. Then he would watch Sai drink it, on the outside he would only be slightly chuckling at the thought but in his mind he would be declaring victory! He would claim the battlefield even before the battle; it was like putting up an umbrella without even the chance of rain…but what did Naruto care.

Naruto just sighed, this time softly, and continued to stir the tea halve way mindlessly, the he took the mug back into his hands and then to Sai who was still staring at the Christmas tree and the angel of perfection sitting atop it. He turned back so that he was facing forward noticing that Naruto was back and that he was looking at him with this expression on his face; one where he was trying to decide whether or not to call a mental hospital or the pound…he could probably get away with putting Kiba in a pound but what about him?

Sai smiled that smile again that aggravated the pee water out of Naruto and took the steaming tea from him as Naruto quickly warned that it was still hot. The blonde child sat in a chair that was beside the couch where Sai was planted and continued to stare at him. There was just as much in the mans eyes as there were in his smile, Naruto noted, just as much nothing as nothing was before. They did not reflect the loneliness and hunger in Naruto's eyes for something greater then what he had now. Something that was internally lifting besides his daughter and other than his family—although they did manage to give him a great amount of hope and love and support—but there still happened to be that one little piece missing, the one that Naruto was wilting away without. But in Sai there wasn't even brokenness; there didn't seem to be anything inside of him that would be able to break. No loved ones, no heart, no soul.

The blonde boy curled his hands together in his lap tearing his eyes away from the wrong raven to stare at them, now occasionally peaking through his bangs at the strange man, still hating him; hating him because he could not be Sasuke. He allowed his thoughts to wander, though he knew with every inch of common sense that it was a happiness threatening idea to see what wasn't really there. He let himself visualize Sasuke through this man that so greatly resembled him…but did not resemble him. The vision was no where near Sasuke's level of perfection but it was living and it was breathing and Naruto could reach out and touch him. How easily Sasuke fit into the area, he could just imagine how the raven would caress him and look at him and even call his name.

I love you, Naruto. I love you. He would whisper with the blonde and Hajime in his lap, she would have a real father then not an imaginary one. Mommy, she would say, Daddy…

His inner conscience knew that it wasn't really Sasuke; it was Sai with a mask on in Naruto's mind, the face he knew, but didn't know so well; he couldn't ever let himself forget that it wasn't real. Though he longed to loose himself in the thought that maybe this could be a very merry Christmas for him also—more so then it already would be—because here, in this world, it was not Sai who showed up at the door, Sai didn't even exist, but it was his love. And in here his love loved him the same.

He fidgeted with the hemming of his pajama shirt, his hand wringing around themselves while creating a steady tempo as he bounced one foot on the hard wood floor. Naruto was a bit anxious as he stared at the stranger finding obvious holes in his imagination so he just released it and it feel away like cobwebs filtered to the pile of so many other not-real Sasuke's muddled up in that one part of his inner being—because Sasuke was Sasuke, and Sai was not. And when it did leave his eyes he didn't feel anything just the chronicle pain that was always there, and also just a little resentment towards Sai for having such a likeness to his raven even if it really was not much.

He contemplated the pros and cons of knowing that it had not been the best of ideas to let a man whose face he did now know, and had not seen before into his house and then had allowed his heart to ache over him, but really over Sasuke. Especially since this Sai could be a member of some odd crap that wanted, not him, but the Kyubbi to bring back to their leader and sucking the demon from him. Or another scenario he could be a crazed mass axe murderer with super aids bent on world domination through blood—lots of blood—and vengeance!

His eyes flickered momentarily to the phone, was that really the best chance that he had right now at survival to see if Tsunade had any information on him coming into the village, if she did he could probably distract the man long enough to get his baby and take her away before he killed them or took him. Not really figuring in the slight possibility that he could beat him or kill him because that would take to much time; a clone would probably work fine. What if, though, when Naruto attempted to tell someone about Sai's presences that it was then he would go into killer mode, would that put Hajime in danger?

Reaching for the phone calmly he took it off of its hook as if it didn't really matter who he was calling at six almost six thirty in the morning. His eyes stayed on Sai watching the man for any kind of reaction that would spring him into his instincts, but Sai remained very relaxed in the tan cushions cautiously sipping at his tea—as if he did not know emotional pain, but instead a hell of a lot of physical pain—afraid that it might burn his tongue, because just like Naruto had for warned it was indeed very hot.

Naruto grabbed for the phone quickly dialing the number he knew by heart, pressing the phone to his ear he eyes staying on Sai's not moving figure incase he suddenly decided to go crazy the whole time. Hearing it ring in the background but the only thing he really noticed was the slurping sound of that man and his liquid substance—the way his teeth clinked against it when he put it to his mouth—also how his orbs were unfocused as if he had put himself on auto pilot or was stalling his engine.

The phone cut off mid ring and it was suddenly Tsunade's voice instead. "Whoever the hell this is you had better be prepared to die on Christ-fucking-mas, whether I'm the stupid Hokage or not!" She yelled obviously sporting a hefty hang over from her late night activities.

"Tsunade, listen, it's me." Naruto said like this was nothing at all which is what it probably was. "I just wanted to let you know that there's someone in my house…"

"Naruto are you okay? Is Hajime okay? Shit, I'm coming over!"

"No!" Naruto almost yelled causing Sai to look up at him and smile then go back to his empty cup, missing the tea that he had finished mere seconds ago. "He hasn't done anything; he's just here in my house, drinking tea. Hajime's still asleep; after all it is only six in the morning. I just wanted to check him out. See if he was okay, you know, safe." He ended loud enough for the other in the room to hear but he didn't respond at all he kind of just returned to auto pilot looking at his empty mug. So Naruto put his hand on the phone and held that end away from his mouth. "There's some more on the stove if you want it…"

Sai smiled again and got up off of the cushions. Damn the man was tall, which made Naruto wonder how much Sasuke had grown, how much more handsome had he become? The blonde shook his head of such things; don't wish, he thought, don't start, for wishing only wounds the heart.

"Name?" He heard Tsunade said groggily reminding him of his previous mission…at least she wasn't pissed off like before, that was good, he hadn't really planned on dieing today.

"Sai…something or other…he's in the kitchen now getting some more tea."

Tsunade was silent, no grumbling, no protesting, no nothing…it was like she had hung up on him, but she couldn't have because if she had Naruto would hear a dial tone by now. Her silence scared him and made him look frantically at the other man in case he tried to sneak into his daughters room, but soon enough he came and sat on the couch and turning only enough of himself on to drink what he had put in the mug. But now he was worried that his nightmares would come true today in a way that his mind had never predicted; his feet were already on the floor ready to run when Tsunade told him that he was a crazy mass axe murderer with super aids.

"Tsunade, what's wrong?" His voice barley above a whisper as he gripped the phone tightly in his hands awaiting some sort of an answer from the other end of the line.

"Nothing, Naruto," she sighed in a somewhat sad manor. "Nothing at all. Sai won't do anything; he's here on a mission, okay? There's just something we need to talk about later is all, but we can't talk about it over the phone…that wouldn't be right."

"Okay…?" The blonde boy said breathing a heavy sigh of relief. "Later then." he confirmed and the line went dead. He brought the phone away from his ear and studied it for a bit; Tsunade never acted like that, never. She was never exclusive, just usually got straight to the point of things not even thinking about the feelings of those around her; just about what needed to be done and said. This, he thought looking back at Sai, was big. Big and probably painful…EW.

He put the phone back on its hook, and continued to stare at Sai thinking about how many questions he should ask him, how many that he wanted to ask him because there was something about him that Tsunade wanted to keep from him…at least until they talked later, but that didn't matter he wanted to know now. He was impatient by nature, and he wanted to know what secret was being kept from Naruto about Sai.

But he couldn't find the right words to ask a stranger 'what the hell he was even doing here?' so he just locked his eyes on him watching him finish cup after cup of tea. That is until he asked Naruto where the bathroom was, and Naruto told him still extremely aware that no matter what Tsunade had said any human being had the capability of being dangerous.

Sighing once more he got up from where he was sitting, once Sai had returned to the couch to make more tea, Hajime's breakfast, and to check on all the food he had made previously.

A soft knock was herd at the front door, Naruto glanced at the clock and he realized that it was already eight thirty in the morning, the he looked to Sai who hadn't moved an inch from where he was seated from the beginning still smiling and staring at a blank T.V. screen as if his favorite sit com was on; when really it was turned off. And it would remain turned off for it had no need to be turned on, at least not today, Naruto was determined to make the best of the rest of the day even if it had been slightly dismembered when Sai showed up on his door step, complaining about his penis, but since then he had said barley a word.

The blonde child walked to the door already knowing who it was as he opened the door and let them in; Kakashi and Iruka they had promised that they would swing by early and help him decorate the large house…which he had sort of done the night before in all of his excitement for the morning to come and all he needed now was to light a few scented candles. He had wanted his house to have a homey feel instead of just a Christmas-y one.

Iruka pulled Naruto into a hug the moment the door was open enough for him to do so. "How's my grand baby?"

"Sleeping…" Naruto replied. It was always good to see his parents they had this way of making him feel better, like with them he was more secure like he wasn't about to break down because the burden of a lost love and children of that lost love was a little to much to bare. They made him feel almost normal again, or at the very least stable, they were the closest things that he had to a home and to a family.

"Hm, weird isn't she like year old hell right about now?" stepped in Kakashi shaking snow off of his coat before holding his arms out to them. They both stepped forward, giggling slightly as they bumped heads even though Naruto only reached Kakashi's collar bone and Iruka barley reached his lovers nose.

After the group hug was over they all stepped away from each other, happy smiles on there faces; Naruto could bet by Iruka's slight limp that they had done there own celebrating this morning.

"Hajime will probably wake up soon; she never sleeps in past nine anyway."

"Ah, she has the good habit of waking up early, she gets that from my side, you know?" Iruka winked and stuck out his tongue adding to the already good mood that they had brought into the house with them and that made Naruto so elated that he all but forgot the stranger in the living room, the one that had brought this mood down in the first place, but he was glad to have such a family who loved him and made sure to make him happy, especially on Christmas.

Naruto hurried them inside the house then remembered, "Oh, there's some guy who showed up here this morning…" Iruka and Kakashi exchanged worried glances that the blonde child pretended not to notice. "He's says his name is Sai. I know what your thinking," Although he had no idea what they were thinking, "but I got it covered, I already called Tsunade and she said that we'd have to talk later about it. You guys don't know what that's all about, do you?" The both shook their heads a little too quickly and that small act made Naruto's gut clench in worry and fear about whatever kind of conversation that would turn out to be, if his parents were lying to him. But he was going to have to believe that everything would turn out alright in the end. How could it not?

They sunk into the couch next to Sai, holding hands; tan skin contrasted against pale flesh.

"So, you're Sai?" Iruka asked in an attempt to make small talk.

Sai smiled that stupid ass smile and then said, "Yeah, I am." Iruka hated that smile on his face as well—it reminded him of all the times that Naruto had smiled like that to get people to believe that he was okay, when really he was dying on the inside.

The brunette opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off when a small, "Momma," was heard in the back round of Naruto cooking away busily in the kitchen, and he immediately backed away from the stove turning the stoves heat down so that nothing could catch on fire and went forward to go and retrieve his daughter, most of what kept him sane, from her room.

And, oh there she was! Her sweet little curls sticking to one side of her face, the sleep still in her eyes as she reached out for her mother, her arms sticking through the slits in her crib as she leaned against it. Slight separation anxiety in those midnight iris's of hers. Another little, "Momma," escaped her lips again as she tried to reach further through the bars to her mother, who should just come and pick her up already.

He did, he held her close, carefully crushing her to his flat chest. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart." he whispered, twirling her around once then settling her back extremely close to him.

"Mea'y ch'ismas, momma." she yawned noiselessly tucking her little head under her mothers chin, and fisting the front of his pajama shirt with love.

He swung her back and forth as he walked back toward the kitchen with her in tow. "How's my little girl this morning? He asked, knowing full well the answer, lacing his fingers through her thick raven locks, humming non-committedly the song that had now become her lullaby.

"Hung'y, momma, I is hung'y." Naruto laughed and Hajime giggled along, happy that her momma was also happy today.

"That's good 'cause I made you pancakes, eggs, and orange juice," he told her as he set her in her high chair and went to obtain her food. "Oh, and baby, guess who came to visit?"

Her eyes lit up and she clapped excitedly, "Gran-gran!" she guessed. Naruto laughed again and nodded kissing her on the forehead while sliding two silver dolor pancakes with a side of eggs and a sippy cup full of orange juice just as he had promised. Hajime went cave baby on her food as soon as it was placed in front of her, most of it ending up, of her face and on the floor instead of in her mouth—she got her eating habits from her mother.

"Is that my grand baby I hear?" Iruka said walking into the kitchen to see if the loud slurping and smacking had indeed been his grandchild eating and fully awake like he had thought she was; not that anyone would be hard pressed to mistake those sounds as her or Naruto when they both attempted to breathe there food.

"Gran-gran!" she squealed throwing her hands up to greet him the rest of her food forgotten. He scooped her up balancing her tiny frame on his hip, his arm securely under her butt as he twisted her around once her hair whipping out behind her, and two separate giggles filled the kitchen. Sai and Kakashi watched silently from the doorway. The white haired man had a small loving smile on his face at the expression his lover wore he was just wishing he could show him how beautiful he looked right now, in this moment, but of course he would have to show him later in a separate room from the rest of them.

But the expressions both Iruka and Naruto had that were caused by such a small being was exactly why Sai was confused; he couldn't grasp the emotion there. He didn't understand how such an emotion would have the ability to make someone glow like that and be pure smiles and joy and whatnot. Looking upon them, a happy family, made him feel suddenly empty, especially since the smile on the short ones face was halve way completed.

Though he quickly snapped out of such a daze when the blonde called his name, "Sai, I would like you to meet my daughter, Hajime." he nodded with that smile on his face again when a baby was presented before him, but not given to him to hold only family had such a right and Sai was an acquaintance at best, and just that by about the skin of his teeth. Only because Iruka, Kakashi, and Tsunade didn't really seemed disturbed by his presence, though that only meant that something was up something bigger then he had originally thought.

"And this," he said keeping up with his introductions, "is my father, Iruka." He paused smiling widely up at them even Sai whose false expression never faltered. "And this guy on the right is my second father, Kakashi…"

"Pop-pop!" Hajime yelled out stretching towards him as if to back her mommy up even though she really didn't understand that these people were not born family, only that they were.

"I mean," Naruto worried concerned with the mans wide-eyed silence, "if that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is!" he said reaching down to hug all of them quite fiercely; they were his parents. He and Iruka were both dads and Naruto, his knuckle headed student, was their child the one who had made that possible. He had always considered Naruto to be like a son to him, it was just good to know that he felt the same.

"It's very nice to meet you all." Sai said practically destroying the particularly hallmark-y moment with his cold uncaring voice. He stuck out a pale hand politely.

"Sure…" Iruka spat bitterly shaking the younger but taller boys hand with what almost looked like forming disgust in his eyes which was odd, the brunette did hate a few people, but never people that he hadn't even formally gotten to know. But he just turned back around to face them as if him acting that way was normal Kakashi had done the same; almost as if that was what he had been expecting because he reached down to grabbed at his lovers hand, squeezing it gently and interlacing their fingers.

Iruka smiled at him, if anyone knew how to make him feel good, it was Kakashi, and he kissed the man even though he still had his mask on, the gesture was all that counted, for it was one filled with love.

"Okay," Naruto giggled. "I'm going to go get Hajime and myself ready for the party. Be good."

They were nut only because the all too not so pleasant surprise of Sai showing up on of all people Naruto's door step, although Kakashi had tried to make some moves insisting that they had a good thirty to thirty three minutes before Naruto came out of the back of the house; by then they could be done cleaned up with a range of ten to twelve minutes to spare. But Iruka had pushed his lover away from him grumbling about not being in the mood and throwing Sai one particularly dirty look—Sai's presence had not affected Kakashi's ability to get horny from just the sight alone of his lover and didn't see why he should be denied because of another man. Still he did respect his lover and would just fuck him senseless later.

"You know, you don't usually grip my shirt this tight, unless were…"

"Kakashi!" Iruka yelled thunking his lover but leaving one hand to fist the front of his shirt in anger. Sai had picked the most inopportune moment to come here, and today of all days in the year today they had to give Naruto some more bad news; they had to ruin what could be the makings of a happy memory for him, but now all this had pretty much been flushed down the tubes.

Kakashi wrapped his arms around his small lover's waist pulling him close. Iruka accepted the comfort resting his cheek on the white haired mans shoulder and sighing loudly, thankful that Sai had returned to the living room leaving them alone in the kitchen knowing that his presence was not need or for that matter wanted at all. This way he couldn't destroy every moment of joy with his unfeeling manor completely.

"Don't you worry now," he whispered into Iruka's ear, rocking him gently from side to side lovingly. "Everything will work itself out, you'll see."

Iruka shook his head in the crook of Kakashi's neck breathing as of he were about to cry but couldn't find the tears which resulted in his love tightening his hold on the one he loved so dearly, not that he minded. "It wont, I know it won't. It can't. That boy in there lost his parents the day he was born and he has blamed himself, thinking himself a monster, when he's just a child. He was a mom at age thirteen and knows love that haunts him even now at fourteen and Kakashi he, he has no one…"

"He had us, were there for him."

"It's not the same and you know it, and I, I know it too. He's fallen in love with someone who would never feel the same. He deserves to have someone who loves him like you do love me, who hold him like you hold me, someone who could return his feelings whole heartedly without revenge or some other crap getting in the way. To have Naruto come first for someone; he didn't deserve to be left behind with child neglected and lonely, he's too good for that. Sasuke could never love him the same…" he sobbed.

"That's not true."

Iruka sniffled looking up at his love's masked face. "What-what isn't true?"

Kakashi sighed, "I'll that Sasuke left because of Naruto, to put Naruto, not his own emotions, first and that it pained him as much if not more harshly then it did Naruto—I mean could you imagine leaving me behind without saying goodbye because it was what was best. I know my pupil he does feel strong ass emotions for our son, he loves him dearly enough to let him go for his own good. I'll bet that he couldn't go though without Naruto knowing somewhat about how he felt and I don't believe that Sasuke had the intentions of bedding Naruto. And no way in hell could he have ever predicted that our son would become pregnant." He continued to whisper knowing full well that Naruto was just in the back room and could come out and hear what they were saying; though it would probably be good for him. But, they didn't want him to hear, in case what they did say was really a lie.

"If Sasuke does lo-love our son then why go? Why not stay and love him like you say he does?"

"Like I said for his own good, to protect him, and I think him for that." Kakashi paused putting his thoughts in order to make Iruka understand just how much love it took for Sasuke to be able to leave and although it did hurt Naruto this way would be better then if he had given in to his feelings and stayed. Things could have only been good for a little while and then chaos would rain on them for god knows how long, this way, because Sasuke had left, they could be together and happy in the end.

"Okay then, do you remember Itachi?" The brunette nodded not voicing how pointless he thought that this question was. "Do you also remember what it was that Itachi had come here for, what he had wanted?"

Iruka gasped putting two and two together and breathed, "Kyubbi…" shakily.

Kakashi just nodded. "Itachi is corrupt and he is evil, he has become the very root of that word; if he had gotten his hands on Naruto that day our son would be gone right now and it would be Sasuke mourning the loss of his love. Sasuke saved Naruto that day, he passes it off as revenge shit, but even Sasuke knew that he was no where near ready to face his brother yet. But he took all of that damage anyway so that Naruto could come out of all of that alive and unscathed. He loved Naruto even then and he was very much aware of those feelings, even of he had no idea what to do with them…"

"That-that was when you were in the hospital." Iruka shook his head as he was smothered by the weight of it all, he had been hit by a ton of bricks; the memories that he had thought to be dead for a long while now. "If I had almost lost Naruto, too, I wouldn't have been able to take that…"

"Okay guys its official Hajime is the most beautiful baby girl in the world." Naruto walked out with his daughter in his arms who had on one green sock and one red sock and her hair ties matched them perfectly which basically set the mood for the rest of both their out fits; let your imaginations run wild as Naruto's had.

"We'll talk later." Kakashi mouthed and they would talk later it was promise now and besides Kakashi would not get any until they did finish this conversation.

Iruka nodded and reluctantly broke away from the comfort that he felt, the peace that was always accompanied with Kakashi's embrace, to laugh at Naruto's out fit choice for both himself and his daughter.

—whew—that took freaking forever and I had to spilt this chapter in halve! I know it's not all that much longer then normal but it is longer so deal with it.

In the next chapter there's like a lot of Nejikiba 'cause there absolutely adorable…then I'm mean to Naruto some more! Oh well…It adds more plot to the story line although I'm not sure if I need more plot…again I dunno…I kinda feel like this was sort of a filler chapter but like not…I don't know maybe I'm just in a state of writers block concerning this one story…

Anyway this is so late—as I said in the beginning—because I have like six new fully formed stories in my brain that I will probably never ever post! WOO-HOO!

Two more chapters before Sasuke comes back! I need ideas though as to what should happen when he does come back, I do know how I'm going to make him reappear and how I'm going to end the story (there will even be a lemon) but all that middle stuffs I'm not so sure about…so HELP ME if you don't want this story to turn to crap, although it's really not all that good…trust me I've written better…but yeah!

Same terms as last chapter! Review and you get cookies! Plus my infinite lbs of love!