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Tents and Graves Part 1

Three weeks since Hinata had left him. Three weeks since he had seen her. The house was the last place he liked being. Christmas was coming; the joy of family and being close to each other was unlikely to happen.

Sasuke stood in front of his father's grave kicking the snow with his hands in his deep pockets.

"You remind me of when we were children you know?" A deep voice came from behind him, Sasuke didn't need to look, he knew that all he would see was blonde hair and blue eyes and an awful orange jacket.

"No I don't." Sasuke huffed.

He heard a soft chuckle from his long time friend. "Sasuke, don't you think this has gone on long enough? Admit you're wrong, talk to your son when he comes home. Talk to Hinata." Sasuke clenched his jaw.

Whipping around, his dark hair flying in his hair, "I'm not wrong Naruto. I'm right!" He seethed, "There has never been a faggot Uchiha before!" He watched as Naruto cringed as the awful word flew towards him.

Naruto sighed, his bright blue eyes looking sad and pitying, "Sasuke, Hinata is sick. She's been throwing up, crying, she's hardly able to go to work. Sakura says it's because she's so stressed."

His hand swept out in front of him, "I don't care!" Of course he did, how could he not?

A tiny smile triggered on Naruto's lips, "Yeah, yeah you do. " His large hand went through his hair, "And the kids, Sasuke, you care."

"Naruto, you don't get it do you." Fresh snow started falling from the sky and Sasuke hid deeper in his large blue black over coat. "Takeshi… is my greatest disappointment. He… the damn boy ruined everything I spent most of my life fixing." A noticeable trace of shame and desperation flooded into Sasuke's voice Naruto noticed.

"I did everything for that boy and he betrayed me! ME! His father!" Anger flashed in Sasuke's deep dark eyes.

"Would you have rather he suffered the rest of his life? Keep it inside him until he one day he woke up with nothing but hate for himself? And you Sasuke? Huh?"

"YES!" Sasuke huffed, his breath coming out before him in little foggy puffs, "I had dreams, I had goals Naruto! I had these… these hopes. Just like you did with Yukio!" Sasuke's heart stopped, he cursed himself. Naruto's face turned to stone, his normally kind eyes flashed with rage while his mittened fists clenched themselves.

"You're lucky Sasuke that Sakura wasn't here. I'm going to forget that, I'm just going to remember that I came here and you bitched about your son being alive. That you wanted your son to unhappy, that all you care about is yourself. And that maybe after everything you will a lonely old man with no friends or family." Naruto's whispered words hit Sasuke hard. "I thought you would have shown a little more respect, after all you were his Godfather."

Naruto turned and walked away, his back seeming unforgiving and cold.

Sasuke kicked at the ground, "It's all your fault, if I known what you were going to be… I would have never had you. You should have died." Sasuke kicked the snow once again before leaving.

A part of him badly hoping that no spirits heard him.

He can't see, something around his eyes holds them shut tight. But he could feel. The damp frozen floor against his naked legs, the barbed wire cutting into him with every small movement, the blood trickling from his pin prick wounds. The feeling of darkness surrounded him like a cold wet blanket seeping into his soul causing him to shiver.

He could smell. He could smell the metallic scent of blood, more than just his own, he could smell the wet soil that stood just inches behind the stone wall he was backed against. He could the rain and the sweet pureness of the fresh new snow. He could smell charred remains of humans, of paper, and fabrics.

He could hear. He could hear the cries of people all around him, screams from what sounded like a young child, the clanking of small metal objects against the stone floors, the drip, drip, dripping of water from a leak close to him. The whimpers, the begging, the pleas all go unheard by his captors but to him.

How did this happen? Where are his comrades? Where is he?

The screeching of a rusty metal ill fitting door scrapping against the floor cause him to cringe ever so slightly.

A deep, unfamiliar voice, filled with emptiness and almost inhuman like, called to him in the darkness, "Takeshi Uchiha. You've been summoned."

A scream echoed, bouncing off the wet walls, filling him with dread. As two more people came into the room and lifted him from his sitting position, causing the bards to puncture more deeply, Takeshi swore he wouldn't give in.

Naruto sat behind his desk, reviewing mission briefs, assigning missions, trying to contain and help the budget, looking over peace treaties… the desk was filled with the paperwork. Looking at the calendar Naruto had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

"Ino, can you come in here?" A tall blonde with long swinging hair, and pastel blue eyes walked into the room.

"What Naruto?" She asked impatiently with her hand on her hip.

Naruto pouted, "Ino I know you're only helping out until Ai comes back but please address me as… Master Naruto!" Naruto smiled as he kicked back in his chair.

Ino raised an eyebrow, "You? Master? I hardly think so Naruto. "She smiled as Naruto pouted again. The two had been good friends since they were young, to her, and every one of their friends, he will always be Naruto.

He scratched his temple, "I think we were meant to be getting a mission report from Takeshi and the others a couple of days ago while they were in the land of Silk."

Ino nodded her head, "I'll see if I can find it." She had been gone for less than a few minutes when she returned. Her face a little more than worried.

"What's wrong Ino?" Naruto asked, his stomach erupted with an odd feeling of despair.

"I... I found a message from the land of Time," She paused and bit her lip, "It was sent to the wrong department, it says that the ninja's didn't arrive. The mission department sent out three ninja's to cover them and another three to look for the missing nin's."

Naruto could feel his heart beat start to pound. But Ino hadn't finished, "Those who were sent to look for them have sent a message they are returning today. It said nothing about those who were missing."

Naruto sat still, if there was one thing he had ever hated about his job… it was this.

"Ino, let me know the second they return." Ino nodded, Naruto had never looked more concerned or serious as he did now.

Hinata held her hair back her body felt like it was breaking. She had moved into a tiny apartment with two kids, she had been feeling unwell for weeks and wanted so badly for her son to be home.

"Hinata are you ok?" Deep pink tied up in bun, a white coat, and bright green eyes was all Hinata could see as she collapsed, her worn body hitting the cold tile floor.

"Hinata?" "Mum?" "Ms Hyuuga?" People were calling to her, and as she opened her eyes she could see Katsu and Taro laying on the couch near her bed. As she struggled to sit up Sakura appeared.

"Shh, Hinata, lay back down." There was something wrong, Hinata could tell by Sakura's glaze. Sitting herself on the bed Sakura flipped open her clipboard.

"Hinata, I have to ask… when was the last time you had sexual intercourse?"

Hinata burst into tears.