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Bright Yellow Rage

A large drop of gathered sweat falls swiftly of off Sasuke's face has he hits the training post with his opened hand.

Again and again and again, his anger mounts when he recalls the events of the night. His dark eyes narrow and he bares his teeth and lets out a roar or fury as his opened hand becomes a fist and connects with the defenseless and battered post. Sasuke stops for a moment when he hears the satisfying crack as the post breaks, spitting from the middle.

His body hunched over as he slightly pants. He straightens himself and looks at the sky, he wanted answers, and he needed them. Had he failed as a father? Was it his fault his son had turned out wrong? Was he dropped on his head too many times during their father-son training session? OR was he just born… defective?

The night sky reminded him off the dress Hinata had been wearing the night he first took notice of her, true notice. Like soft black fabric with slight, almost none at all, glitter that reflected the stars. He watched her for months on end assessing her as a partner before he noticed it he had felt something for her that was stronger then he would have liked.

But maybe it was her, was she the reason their son had turned out to be a disgusting being?

Sasuke sighed; his body was tired and as he looked around the training grounds all he saw was broken posts. He had spent the better part of the night and early morning taking his anger out on useless pieces of wood rather than dealing with this problem the only way he could.

As of now, Sasuke decided, his son was no longer part of the Uchiha and he was nothing to him.

Sasuke felt someone standing behind him and he didn't need to look to know who it was.

"Naruto, what are you doing out here?" His voice was cold, distant; he didn't want anyone around in this shameful hour.

Naruto shook his head, his short shaggy blond hair moved gently with the motion. "I know what happened Sasuke." The tall man walked closer and placed his left hand on Sasuke's shoulder.

Sasuke whipped around and faced his long time friend and rival, "What do you know Naruto?" He hissed out with an undertone of mocking. "You know nothing, you have never known anything in your pathetic life, you fool!"

Naruto looked away with a slightly hurt look on his face, "Sasuke, I know well enough. I know many things, like the fact that this is the place you come whenever you are angry. I know you shouldn't have left your family the way you did. I know about Takeshi."

Without warning anger bubbled inside of Sasuke at the mention of his son's name. His pupil turned to splits as he seethed, "Never. Say. That. Name. Again." Sasuke's fist went flew towards Naruto's face and connected with his jaw.

Naruto's bright blue eyes watched as his friend raised his fist to hit him again. He stood there and let it happen.

His bright eyes caught Sasuke's almost black ones and Sasuke caught himself just before his fist hit Naruto again.

"What would you do Nar-u-to?" Sasuke mockingly asked. "Would you be ok with it? Would you be completely fine if your daughter told you she was freak?" Sasuke spat out the words slowly watching Naruto's face carefully.

Naruto ran his large hand through his shaggy hair and looked at the ground for a moment before smiling a tiny, almost unnoticeable, smile. "Sasuke, even if Sushi told me she was," Naruto saw Sasuke cringe slightly, "Different I would feel the same. I do not deny that it would be hard, but I want her to be happy. Sasuke, I need her to be happy. She's my baby girl, and if my baby girl likes other peoples… baby girl's then that is ok."

Sasuke looked at Naruto like he was crazy, "You know what you just said don't you?"

"The whole baby girl thing?" Sasuke nodded silently, "I know it's sounded creepy." Naruto let out a little laugh, "But it's true you know."

Sasuke ran his hand through his sweaty damp hair, dislodging it from the sides of his face. He looked at Naruto, this man was so many things, and Naruto was a leader, a father, a trainer, a protector, and a friend. He had never steered him wrong.

"I can't Naruto. I have him in my family. I can't look at him, think about him. I don't want him around." Sasuke shook his head.

"Say Naruto?" Naruto looked at his best friend, "Why do look like crap?"

Naruto laughed, "It's four in the morning Sasuke, and I've been signing papers all night."

There was silence between them. It wasn't uncomfortable but there were words that needed to be said and Naruto was going to say them.

"You will never forgive yourself Sasuke. If something happens to Takeshi, you will never be able to forgive yourself, and I don't think your family will be able to either." Naruto sighed, "Go home my friend. Check on your children, check on your wife, and then make sure you look in the mirror and check on yourself."

Naruto turned and made his way home, looking forward to the dinner that his beautiful Sakura had made and placed in the fridge for him when he got home.

He truly hoped that Sasuke would see past his son's sexual orientation before he loses everything once again.

Sasuke returned home as the sky started to show the first specks of dawn. He was welcomed by the remains of his fight with his son. The table he had tossed, the plates that broke…

"It's nothing special, just some rice and fish." A beaming fifteen year old beamed at her father, her black hair styled like her mother's when she was younger. Today was the first time she had cooked for the family with no extra help from anyone, everyone was nervous.

"It looks lovely my dear," His wife spoke first with a kind smile towards their daughter, "May I ask what this is?" She enquired looking at the black topping on the fish.

Katsu smiled and blushed slightly, "W-Well the fish got stuck to the pan so I had to scrape it off." Her eyes widen and she slammed her hands on to the table, "B-But it should still taste fine!" She knew that it sounded as though she was pleading but that was because, well, she was.

Takeshi winked at her from across the table and dug his fork into the fish and taking a piece, lifting it to his mouth Sasuke was suddenly reminded at how much he was reminded of his big brother. He was proud of all his children but Sasuke glad that they had a big brother to look up to like he did.

Smacking his lips together Takeshi smiled, "It's fantastic Katsu, the fish was… cooked all the way through and the rice was cooked just enough but not too much, it's still crunchy." Sasuke raised an eyebrow, was he giving her an award or was he warning everyone?

"And the black stuff makes my stomach rumble… in a good way." Sasuke looked at Hinata and they both silently agreed, Takeshi was warning them.

"Really? Thank you so much Takeshi!" Katsu gave him a hug before returning to the kitchen to clean everything before it 'melted'.

The youngest, who had sat silently beside his older brother, had picked up his fork and gone to eat some fish, "Taro, don't! It's poison."

Within seconds of Katsu leaving the room Sasuke had thrown the food into a small bin and rushed it outside so his daughter wouldn't found out.

It was when they were having their weekly family discussion and Sasuke had brought up marriage that things suddenly changed.

"Takeshi, have you thought anymore about what I said before?" Sasuke eyed his son, he knew that he didn't want to be married at a young age but as a shinobi there was no telling when they would be killed. It was better to have children young then not have children at all.

"Father, I do not want to be married. I thought about it and I've settled on no." Sasuke's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know what you want. You're too young to know what you want. You need to continue the family line as the heir it's your duty!"

Hinata looked worried and Katsu held onto Taro's small hand, there was something different about tonight's meeting, it held danger.

"You're right father! I am young! Too young to know what I want am I? Then I should be too young to be married." Takeshi held his ground not letting his father get his way.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes and Hinata looked at her Katsu and her little Taro, "Go to your room, I'll come get you when this is over." Katsu wasted no time in getting up and walking out while her younger brother followed her.

"You have no say! You are in my house, you are my son and you will do as I command!" Sasuke harshly whispered. "You will marry Lady Uta, and you will give us a child to continue the line!"

Takeshi stood up causing the table to scrape against the floor, "I will not! And if that if how you feel, that your children are nothing but playthings, then I should just go." Sasuke jumped up mere seconds before Hinata.

"Takeshi, please don't, your father doesn't think about you like a plaything. You are his child, my child. Don't go." Hinata's voice was one of begging and shock. There had never been a meeting like this one and it had started scaring her.

"Hinata, stay out of this." Sasuke ordered, Hinata had never been spoken to in such a way from Sasuke before.

Takeshi jumped to her defense, "Don't speak to her like that! You can't make me marry someone, you can't speak to her like that, and you can't just do as you please." Takeshi stood with his fists balled up tightly, ready to defend himself if needed.

Sasuke stood across from him, he was taller, stronger than his son, his arms crossed over her front in a smug way, "You don't think I can make you do things? I've made you do things you're whole life, I've given you bed times, chores, rules to follow. And you've done them, and you will do this. You will marry Lady Uta."

"I will not, I cannot!"

"Give me one good reason, boy, just one and I'll it off." Sasuke had no idea what was about to happen, what can of worms were going to be spilled, how his life would be changed.

"Father, I'm gay." The words were soft, he almost didn't catch them.

His jaw clenched, Hinata gasped, a side look showed her with her soft lilac eyes wide and her soft hand covering her mouth.

"Say that again, I didn't quite hear you, did you say you're a… a fag?" Sasuke started to seethe, the proud he felt for his son was ruined.

Takeshi's eyes widen, "W-What? Why would you call me that?"

"DID I HEAR RIGHT?"

"Yes, yes you heard right." His voice became so small against his father loud booming voice.

There was silence, Takeshi started to fear.

"Takeshi, are you sure?" His mother's sweet voice caught him off guard, "Yes mother, very sure." She smiled, he knew it would be a lot to take in but she would come around, his father on the other hand…

It happened out of nowhere; Sasuke roared and threw the table against the wall scaring both Takeshi and Hinata.

"You are the lowest, most disgusting thing that had ever happened to this family! You. Get. Out!"

"Sasuke! Stop it, he's our son-"

"No Hinata, we have one son, one daughter. That is all, this…" Sasuke glanced over his former son in front of him and sneered, "This freak is not a part of our family."

Tears fell from Hinata's crestfallen face, "Sasuke, please don't, please."

"No," Takeshi looked at his mother, "I should go."

"Takeshi, please don't." Hinata went to reach out to her first born but was cut off by Sasuke.

"NO! Hinata, this, this…intruder must leave before I remove him myself."

Takeshi left, but before he left the compound he ripped the Uchiha symbol off his shirt and threw it to the ground.

Anger still bubbled inside of him; he was only doing what had to be done. The Uchiha are superior to all other clans, they cannot have someone like Takeshi running around making eyes at other males.

Sasuke walked down the hall, his footsteps unheard and slid open the door to his daughter's room. There in the large bed lay his beautiful daughter, who looked very much like her mother with her pale lilac eyes, and his son, his only son. Taro was asleep next to Katsu, hugging her tightly.

Had he scared them that much?

Sasuke shook those thoughts out of his head; no he was doing the right thing.

He slid open the door to his and Hinata's room, the bed was still made, the curtains were still open, the sun had peaked and started to make its way into the sky. But where was his beloved?

He listened intently and it wasn't long before he could hear her soft little snores. Following the sound he entered the room of her choice, and there in the bath laid his wife.

She had gotten older, true, they had married young at the age of just 17, and she had given him a child, a defective child, just two years later. And then again three years later and their final child was born when Katsu was seven.

She had kept her thin frame, and her breast were still as pleasurable as ever, her dark indigo hair was at shoulder length and he loved running his hair through it, her smile was still captivating and her lips just soft to kiss.

She was still the siren she was when they were younger, and she still didn't know it.

He had aged more than her, scars on his back and his chest, a small scar just above his right eyebrow from a close attack from a Cloud ninja, he was saved by Shikamaru, who suffered a large bloody wound that scarred badly along his arm.

His hair was shaggy and loose, and his eyes were darker but softer. His large hands were rough against her smooth ones. They were so different but he loved her. He couldn't help it. And he was glad.

But he couldn't do anything about Takeshi. There was no such thing as a gay Uchiha.