Disclaimer: I do not own the anime series Naruto. I write these stories for the sole purpose of enjoyment and do not -under any circumstances- make a profit out of writing these Fan-Fics. Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.

Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic death scenes, violence, unsuitable language, homosexuality scenes, sex and other scenes that may be inappropriate for children under 18 years of age. The writer of this story will NOT be held responsible if a minor reads the following contents. Be aware that you disagreeing with any of the warnings will not change anything above. I repeat- This will NOT be negotiated. The story does Not follow the plot of Kishimoto Masashi.

Main pairing: NarutoxSasuke

Couples: NarutoxSasuke, NarutoxItachi, KyuubixSasuke, KibaxHinata, Mild FagakuxKushina, MinatoxKushina, PeinxKonan, FagakuxKonan, and KyuubixItachi, AsumaxKonan, FagakuxMikoto…Many more couples in future chapters.

Notes: This is set up during the early 1800's and is not based on Japan. The story begins with flashbacks for special reasons! If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask me.

Flashback: 7 years and 3 weeks after the encounter with Minato:

Naruto lazily steered the boat. He was out to sea with his father caching fresh fish to sell or eat. It was well before sunrise and only a few boats could be seen far of the coast. Silence and only a few muffled chuckles were heard every few minutes when one of them would tip over and almost tumble out of the boat. Only when they reached the spot they usually settled in, did they start to have small conversations. They fished around the stump for a few minutes without any luck. Naruto was getting a bit peeved but let it go. He remembered what Kiba once told him. With fishing you need a lot of patience. Right, like he had any.

"Hey, dad…" Naruto started, it's been three weeks since he had left with Minato. He remembered at first, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to leave. It took quite a few minutes before he had the courage to speak to Minato, his dad. Leaving meant he would have to start anew. It meant he would have to leave Jiraiya, Kiba, and his other siblings. But leaving meant the end of the countless humiliations and tortures.

Before he left, he made sure to let Kiba know he was safe. He especially told him not to tell anyone where he was going. Jiraiya, as much as he hated the idea, would have to think of him as being dead and Kiba would contemplate the idea- even if it was false- for the sake of everyone. No one would hear from him again.

"Hn," Minato acknowledge.

"You said I had a mommy named Kushina…right?" Minato knowing where this conversation was going said yes. "Can you tell me what was she like?" Naruto said his was voice was soft and low. A small breeze past by them, and the boat rocked back and forth. Naruto shuddered.

"Your mother was…how could I describe her? She was the most beautiful woman I laid eyes on. She was brave and intelligent. Many men were afraid of her," He laughed, "Your mother wasn't like other woman. She hated people who tried to think for her. She always said, 'the day I let a man rule my life, is the day hell freezes over.' I never argued with that...And I always respected what she thought. We would always work together. I really loved Kushina…and she would have loved you too." Minato looked down and fought the urge to breakdown and start crying. There was nothing worse than losing the woman you loved. And talking or even thinking about what could have happened killed his heart a little more every day.

"I would've loved her too," Naruto said. He really wished he had met his mother. Sometimes at night he wondered what happened to them. A few days ago, before he fell asleep, he saw those identical blue eyes so sad. He wondered if he was thinking about his mother.

"You know Naruto. One day, when you're old enough, I will tell you the story of your mom and I and how we fought for our-Arg," Before he could finish, a sharp pull almost jerked the fishing gear out of his hand. He could tell by the enormous strength of the pull that this one was a huge one. What luck.

In the excitement, Naruto temporarily forgot his net and helped Minato who was almost at the brink of falling. Slowly, with the string taut, he helped rill the fish in the boat. He was incredibly strong, well, for a seven year old. Naruto used both his small hands to hoist the fish when it was close enough. "Wow, look at it! It's so big! What do you think we should do with it?" Naruto poked the fish a few times. It squirmed, fighting to find water.

"Don't know. I'll probably sell it if we get enough fish today." Minato said.

"Congratulations! It's another boy,"

If someone would've told Minato three weeks ago she was having twins, she would have laughed and denied it. But now she could see it. She was a little afraid. Her boys were born 3 weeks too early. The chances of both her boys making it alive were extremely slim.

Fugaku, who sat next to her the entire time, held her delicate hand. They remained motionless when two crying newborns entered the room again. The first born was draped in red sheets while the smallest of both was adored with a light blue one. Both might have been twins, but they were truly unique. While one was crying, fidgeting and moving, the other was quiet, calm and almost looked curious.

"What should we name them?" Mikoto said.

Fugaku thought for a moment, looking at both boys. His thoughts were interrupted when Mikoto's voice cracked. Loud spurts of coughing erupted throughout the room. Fugaku was right beside her in an instinct, rubbing her back in soothing manners. She had not meant to ruin such beautiful scene with her problems. "Are you okay? You should rest. We can pick out our boy's names later when you feel better." Fugaku said.

"No need for drastic measures, I'm fine. Really. It was just a minor cough." Mikoto said. She was not going to ruin something that was probably going to be one of her best memories. "Go ahead dear, tell us what you think should be the name."

"Well," Fugaku looked at her quizzically for a moment, but let it pass when she gave him a longing look. "You see the one wearing the red?" Fugaku pointed, "Since he was the first born he will be named what we picked before his birth. Uchiha Itachi, after my grandfather. And the bundle in blue," He pointed to the other direction, "I think I'll name him Uchiha Sasuke."

"I love both the names." Mikoto coughed out. A bit of blood trickled down her lips and plunged on the white sheets. She glanced at Fugaku and saw his worry expression. Whether she liked it or not, she slowly was dying. The sympathetic look on Fugaku's face was like a clear glass of water. She was dying and she probably was not going to see her dear boys grow. Why was this happening to her? She was once one of the healthiest women in her town, now she was slowly dying. "Sorry," She said hurriedly, "bring both of the boys here. I want to see them," the sooner the better.

7 years after Sasuke and Itachi are born:

Mikoto silently counted down the seconds in her head. 3, 2, 1, She knew what was about to concede, and she had gotten ready for it. She turned over and saw two little boys running towards her. She rolled her eyes and put the book she was currently reading down the table.

She smoothed down her dress and got up to her feet as fast as she could. The boys didn't notice though. She raised both her hands in the air, spreading all 8 figures and 2 thumbs to its maximum. In a short series of unfortunate events, both boys collided to the awaiting hands. Each boy was now rewarded with a hand printed on each face.

Her kids were too smart for their age and sometimes she would slip and forget that both Itachi and Sasuke barely reached her knees. It was easy to forget that both boys were still immature and could not be left unsupervised for long periods of time. She left them inside the playroom alone for 10 minutes and not long after she turned away, the house was a complete disaster.

"Itachi, Sasuke…sweeties, how many times…" she said, looking at both boys, "have I told you 'not to cause mayhem' while visitors are in the house?" She tapped her foot impatiently, demanding for an answer. Sasuke and Itachi looked at each other and then at their mother.

Itachi was his usual self, nothing but aloof, and blasé. He would send a glimpse towards his brother, waiting to see if Sasuke had a plausible excuse for their little mishap. Sasuke also seemed to regard Itachi every few seconds with nervous eyes. Itachi guessed the poor boy didn't have a clue. His main concern was to get out of trouble as fast as he could. Something like being in 'trouble' was not in his to-do list and would never be. Itachi scowled and rubbed his sore head, "It's… Kyuubi's fault. He was chasing us with that stupid fox of his,"

Mikoto huffed, "Really? When did he come?"

"Not very long ago," Itachi answered, "His was outside with that thing. Right Sasuke?"

Sasuke mumbled something similar to a 'yes' and subsequently looked away. He was somewhat tired of lying to his mother. It didn't feel right. Something in his tummy always told him to stop. And somewhere along the lines, he would always listen to his brother like a lost puppy. "It's true. I-I was there with him."

"Fine, but that doesn't excuse you from destroying half the house. When your father comes, we'll deal with this."

Itachi declared his usual 'hn' and left the room, annoyed that the situation didn't go the way he wanted it to be.

Sasuke, who wanted to follow Itachi, fought the urge and went up to his mother. He quickly noticed that his mother was on the floor. "Mom, you okay?" He got down on his knees and took her hand. His neutral look unsuccessfully concealed his deep concern for her. She was coughing over and over again, repetitively. When she didn't answer, his eyes widen in realization, he needed help, he needed to call for help soon and if he didn't she would- he was not going to think about.

He got to his feet and opened the doors, "Itachi! Father! Kakashi! Someone…Anybody! Come please…need help! I don't know what to do!" He looked back and saw drips of blood dribble down her lips. What was happening to his mother? Why were they taking so long to help him! "Help!"

Itachi, Kakashi and a few servants were up in an instant. Itachi hid behind Kakashi, staring at nothing in particular. Most of the servants heard the distressed calls from the youngest heir and wondered what could have happened. Sasuke found the fact rather annoying. They weren't even helping.

Itachi, who was silent the entire time, noticed his father missing. With a bored expression he poked Kakashi, "Do you know where father is?"

Kakashi looked down and gently smiled, "His together with Asuma at the moment. It would be imprudent to disturb him at the moment young master."

Sasuke heard what Kakashi said felt a little peeved. He looked at his mother and his heart dropped for moment. "Go get father Kakashi. Please," tears welled up in his eyes, but he brushed them off, "I. You know. Mommy would like that."

Itachi took Sasuke's hand and rubbed it gently. "Don't cry. Mom will be okay. Okay?" A pale blush appeared on his smooth features the instant Sasuke smiled and embraced him with his small arms. Sasuke was probably his brother, but he still had issues showing that kind affection.

Sasuke broke the embrace and took a few steps towards their mother, "Let's hope so," he said, "for the sake of everyone." Including me.

"I called one of the servants to get your father. He will be arriving shortly." Kakashi's heart must've broken a tiny bit when he saw the sad sight of the boys. He felt like doing something. Or at least felt like saying something. For a few seconds, the hands of time seemed to reverse to another scene. It was like witnessing another sad ending. Poor girl, I warned her time after time after time after time, but no one ever listens. He unconsciously touched his covered eye and quietly ran out the room.

"I don't get it!" Konan screamed at the top of her lungs. She could care less if one of those 'low lives' heard her or not. She sat down on one of the chairs and stared at the window. "Why isn't she dead yet?" She muttered grumpily.

"I suppose because she's strong young lady. That isn't the point though. You're married Konan. Shouldn't you be worried about your husband and not someone else's? "

"Shut it, Pein," She hissed out loud, "I'm tired of babysitting her. She's weak and can barely take care of her children. It's a wonder how those two lucky little bastards haven't noticed already." She paused and took a deep breath. "My only problem is time. I want her gone Pein. You hear. I don't care what you do, but by this week I want her gone."

"I'm all ears as long as you," He smirked and ogled her body, "complete the end of the deal." He glanced back down and stroked Kyuubi's baby fox. "So, how's Kyuubi. I heard he was going to skip a grade or two."

"He's fine. But since when do you care what happens to Kyuubi?" She asked.

"I'm a little offended Konan." He laughed in mock hurt, "Of course I care about him. Why wouldn't I?"

Konan scoffed, "As if. And don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. Don't try to change the subject bastard." She heard a small chuckle erupt from Pein's throat but ignored it.

A moment of silence soon took over. Konan drank the glass of wine in her hand while Pein slowly stroked the fox's soft fur.

"A lady such as you shouldn't be drinking so much," Asuma said, closing the doors behind him. "Pein would mind excusing Konan and I for a moment? Oh, I almost forgot. Can you go and check on the farm? I know it's your day off and all, but some of the horses are acting up and you're one of our best workers. Sorry, I'm probably asking too much of you."

"No, of course not," He drawled out, "it's no trouble at all. I was leaving anyways. Have a lovely day." Pein stood up and let the room.

As soon as Pein left, Asuma's guard crumbled. He let out sign and sat down across from Konan. "Ah, this is much more relaxing. Today was so troublesome." Konan rolled her eyes and was almost out the door. "Don't move." Asuma said. "I told you I had to speak with you."

"And what might you want to tell me?" She sat back down, and waved the hand-fan on her hand.

"I just came from a meeting and let's just say it didn't end so well." This perked up Konan's interest.

"What happened?" She asked, "Don't tell me we're in debt or even worse…broke Asuma."

Asuma put a hand on her shoulders, "No. None of that happened." He said. His voice sounded sad and exhausted.

She shrugged the tan hand off her shoulders dismissingly and sat near the window. "Then what?" she asked a little annoyed that it was taking so long for him to say it.

"It's about Fugaku's and his wife."

That caught Konan's attention once again. Her eyes widen and she pursued her lips, thinking of what could have happened. She hoped Fugaku was all right. She gulped and idly scratched her hand. "Fuga-I mean. Are both okay?"

Asuma's eyebrow twitched. "Fugaku's fine. It's Mikoto I'm worried about. She's greatly ill. It looks like her time is ending."

"Oh, how sad," I wasn't there to watch her fall. Konan inwardly smirked. So she wasn't going to need Pein's help after all. "I'm heading over their house. See if they need any of my assistance helping out,"

"Right," Asuma was a little relieved. He was happy to see his wife wanting to help out his best friend's wife. "Are you taking Kyuubi with you?"

Konan thought for a second and answered with a "Yeah," before asking if she could be excused. Asuma tilted his back on the chair and waved his hand. She had some 'planning' to do before she left to the Uchiha mansion.

2 days later.

Sasuke sat where he stood for the last few hours. His bangs covered most of his face as tears freely fell from his eyes. So lost in self-pity, he didn't notice it had started raining. He understood death. He understood what happened when things died. When people died.

Itachi was wrong. She was just getting worse. He wasn't' even allowed to enter her room unless she specifically asked for it.

He tilted his head back, touching the wall behind him. He didn't care if it was raining. He couldn't care less if someone recognized him. His mom once said rain were tears from the sky. Maybe the sky was crying for his mother.

Suddenly, he felt like he was the only one to coping with the problem. Everyone seemed to go back to their lifestyle so quickly. Even Itachi and his father appeared to suddenly overlook his mother. They forgot that Mikoto ever existed.

He glanced around and saw Kyuubi standing near a tree. He held an umbrella and a small bag on his hand. Like always, a small frown marred his face. He absently wondered if was born that way or did he have to work for it.

Kyuubi walked slowly to where Sasuke was and held the umbrella under both their heads. They stood like that for a while. Not saying a word. Kyuubi began to put pressure on his other leg. "Ever thinking of getting up? I'm waiting for you."

"I didn't ask you," He drawled out lazily.

Kyuubi pouted but let it go, seeing that his friend wasn't in the mood. "Here, 'bought some food for you. Thought you might be hungry and all."

Sasuke was about to refuse, go to another place and sulk some more, but saw Kyuubi's eyes and took the bag ill willed. "Thanks, but you didn't have to." He opened the bag and eyed the cookies. He took one out and nibbled it. "You want some?"

"Nah," he smirked, "But do you think we can walk back inside the Uchiha mansion? I'm getting cold standing out here."

Sasuke wiped the tears of his eyes. They slowly walked back to the mansion. It was a silent walk. When they entered through the doors, the cookies he had been eating were not doing so well in his stomach. Maybe he was getting a cold.

Itachi appeared holding a glass of milk. He seemed to have woken up from a nap. "Glad to have you back." He yawned. "Was' beginning to thing you were stolen by gypsy's… or something. But fail asleep." Sasuke glowered and ran up the stairs.

"Thank for bringing him Kyuubi. You can leave." Itachi walked over and opened the door. He wasn't in the mood to mess around with Kyuubi.

Kyuubi blinked and pointed at himself, his eye lashes flutter rapidly, "Me? I don't think so stupid. Mom's staying here for a few days."

Itachi raised his eyebrows and then glared. He let go of the doors and passed by the red head. "Do whatever you want. Don't disturb Sasuke. And most importantly don't disturb me. Jack ass."

Kyuubi send him a glare as well. "Sasuke's my best friend and if I want to see him then I will." He turned around and walked to where Sasuke was heading, living a fuming Uchiha. Kyuubi smirked. He didn't like the bastard anyways.

Once he entered Sasuke's room, he collapsed on the bed. He noticed Sasuke wasn't there and groaned into the cushy pillows. He was probably in the bathroom doing god knows what.

Sasuke watched his hands before leaving the bathroom and entering his room. He was surprised to see Kyuubi sleeping on his bed curled up. He tip-toed his way through the room as fast as he could, stumbling and slipping over some of the toys scattered throughout the room.

Kyuubi's muffled snores abruptly halted, unsure whether to stop moving around or keep going, he carefully sat down on the bed, taking one of his favorite books to read. Sasuke started to read the first page but couldn't focus on the words. After a few minutes he resigned and fell asleep.

1 week later.

Fugaku offered Sasuke a white rose. It was meant to be placed on the head stone as a gift to their mother. Sasuke didn't take one. He refused to accept their mother was gone. Was it his fault? He shuddered at the thought. It was also raining. He didn't care much though. The rain felt right, making his clothes stick to his skin. There was so much regret. He lied to his mother so many times, he could hardly keep count. He was an ungrateful child.

Itachi never thought it would happen. Not so soon at least. The only question in his mine was- what now?

Fugaku clenched his chest. He couldn't take the guilt. Mikoto was gone. He was grateful since the day she accepted him as his second wife.

He remembered telling her he wasn't in love with her. Never was. He thought he would never love her. Or at least never like her. And she never complained. He remembered also telling her: "I only love my first wife." Only her. She never complained. He closed his eyes. She became his second best friend. She gave him two beautiful walking miracles. He loved her. But he was never in love with her. He felt so-so guilty.

Konan cried over Pein's shoulder. Anyone passing by would believe she was really crying. No. She was laughing. Laughing so hard, tears came out. She finally got what she wanted. Her only question was how to get rid of Asuma and those bratty children without killing them.

Kakashi hid behind the trees. He held two necklaces that had been giving to him by Mikoto herself. The necklaces were very plain. Each golden string had an oval shape stone. He remembered what she told him.

"Give this to Sasuke and Itachi. When they're…" She coughed and continued, "When they're old enough they'll understand."

To Be Continued...

I know it's short. But I had to introduce Sasuke and Itachi into the story. I need a beta, anyone willing?

Note: Naruto is about 14 years old, Kyuubi is 8 or 9 years old, and Sasuke and Itachi are about 7 years old. Sorry if this chapter was kind of boring. Next chapter will be better. More things are going to be uncovered next chapter! And Sasuke and Naruto Finally meet! I mean…Sasuke and Naruto probably meet…right. Ha-ha.

Review please! Piece!