Morality of Wisdom

Hi friends. I simply love you all for sharing the things you do in your your reviews. It is especially brave that this story is helping you admit your own faults. However, never think that you are not less beautiful with those faults. Everyone is different and perfection doesn't exist. Guest replies:

Randomfan: Ahhh. I'm glad you can relate to this fic's Sasuke . And thank you for your faith. About dialogue...I'm hoping to get everyone used to one another before you all see the big things begin to happen. I hope you can understand, but I will try to add more character description.

Naruto smiled enthusiastically at the people he passed upon the street. Some people even blushed when catching his gaze.

He bounced up and down to the steady rhythm of his music. Stick sweat soaked his light hoodie and he panted as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He could only imagine how badly he stunk. But something about the breezy walk made him feel rejuvenated.

After the 3218th meter, the man stopped stopped at a sleek, erect water fountain. Sunlight tinted the sky various shades of gray. The man sighed. He'd had this sensational feeling for a month. As if something great were coming his way.

Maybe it was the excitement of finally seeing his father after a full year. Before moving to Konoha, Naruto had been on a trip through the rough deserts of Sunagakure where he would not see his father for almost year. They only talked upon the phone or sent letters.

And with his father being his best friend, Naruto hadn't liked it. His father was the only person he thought of and being away from him made the genius weary and afraid of the soiled land.

If he had a memory, it was like that of the elephants. Because he believed himself when he could remember everything his father had ever done for him.

Kakashi yawned as he arose out of bed, feeling faint and weary. He could feel his bones were heavy and soon enough, if Naruto didn't hurry and turn four so that he could attend a daycare, Kakashi would soon be the one collapsing and crying from pain and exhaustion.

But he wouldn't give up. They had said he was too young; too immature toraise a baby when he was just one himself. That just because he'd been a child of the war didn't mean that he was capable of raising one. That all he would do was turn the kid into a monster.

Being in Iwagakure, where his commanding officer was once hated, they allowed the fourteen year old to take Naruto in without assistance from the government. Only if they could watch him slowly burn away, him and the child.

But after six months, with only minor assistance from the old village sage, Jiraiya, Kakashi was doing exceptionally well.

If he could fight and kill in a war at such a young age, he could work a job. He could bring home money after a few hours of having Jiraiya watch Naruto, and still make the child happy.

He'd given up on so many things in his lifetime. His father, his friends, his teacher. But, he'd be damned if he gave up on Naruto. No.

From the moment a dying Kushina placed him in the silver haired teens arms, praying that he gave Naruto to someone healthy, Kakashi knew he and the boy had a special bond. He'd be damned if they took him.

There had been countless fights with Jiraiya, the perv begging to just place Naruto in a home so that he and Kakashi could be happier, but he didn't understand. They were happy. They had each other and Kakashi believed that Naruto believed it was the only way things would ever be.

He knew Kakashi's love and face too well to forget him. And he was his father now. They could not discriminate his age, his maturity, nor his intentions, because no matter how much they hated the idea of a fourteen year old outdoing them; no matter how much they disliked Minato Namikaze, they knew love when they saw it.

And Kakashi had too much of it for orange bundle always gripping his chest when he was out and about the village.

Naruto's harsh cries broke him out of his determined thoughts and he strode closer the the baby's room.

As soon as he opened the door, Naruto's cries turned into soft whimpers, those that signalled notice of a warm body. Kakashi smiled because the baby could feel his heart when he walked in, which meant that he knew Kakashi so well now.

Walking to the crib, he smiled softly at the shut leaking eyes and the ajar mouth without teeth. The sweet whimpers and small sobs that begged for the words he could not speak.

"So cute." Kakashi whispered, grabbing Naruto and holding him to his chest. A few more cries, but eventually, the child ceased, settling on small unnecessary, and slow moans and hums to keep Kakashi holding longer.

To strangers, he was an annoying baby. To Kakashi, Naruto was the light of life, a miracle from Kami and a gift. The blond cried like he was in pain for so many different reasons, but Kakashi couldn't lock him up in the house, never to feel the warmth of spring sun. Everywhere they went, the commuters, the shoppers, the mom's who ought to know better, shot opinionated looks. Hardly a person in a thousand stopped to speak, and even then the "advice" was hardly welcome. If they must engage with him, then some understanding would be nice, some words of encouragement, a small display of empathy. Naruto was a baby; of course he could be annoying, but he was special too. In fact, Kakashi believed, as all other parents believed of their own, that Naruto was a just a tad more special.

He grew well. He understood things better. All the time.

His little trip down memory lane was interrupted by Naruto. The baby had lost his fascination with the nighttime world, and was now back to one of his favourite games; trying to see how many of his fingers he can wedge into Kakashi's mouth. The teen took a tiny hand and peeled it away. Naruto smiled and giggled, bringing his other hand round to Kakashi's mouth.

"Aww. Why do you babies like other people's mouths?"

Naruto only smiled as Kakashi began to sway, as if they were dancing.

"Okay….time to go back to sleep. Three a.m. must be your favorite hour, eh, Musuko?" Just as he unlatched the bundle of joy from his chest, the child began whimpering loudly. "Okay...okay. You can sleep with me tonight."

Kakashi held the child close to his chest and began walking from the room, thinking of all the times he arose with Naruto's diaper upon his face. "This is the last time, alright?"

Naruto hung and grabbed at his chest. He wondered if the baby knew he was lying.

The man laughed softly. Believing that it was enough exercise for the day, he began walking contently back down the street of his new home.

As if the deities above knew what could make the bright morning even better, his phone began ringing.

Looking at the Identification name, the genius tingled from his head to his toes. He bounced on his flexing feet and rubbed his hands together, wearing the facial expression of a small child with an especially large present.

"Tousan, I was just thinking about you." He muttered in amazement as he answered.

A soft laugh filled his ears. "Good opinions I hope."

"When I was simply an infant, tousan. With no expressed thought or memory."

"Ugh" Kakashi groaned. But Naruto could feel the smile in his voice. "Worst days of my life, if I have to say. Used to take care of some silly kid." Both laughed in sync. "What are you doing now, Musuko?"

"I just finished running my daily 3218 meter run."

"Two miles?"

"Yeah."

"Well...I was calling quickly to let you know that I finished packing and I'll be out of here in the next two days."

"Precisely?" Naruto inquired, the grin on his lips almost cutting his lips.

"Accurately." the father joked further. There was some shuffling in the background. "I should go. Be careful baby. And don't work too hard, okay."

"I won't." Naruto smiled.

Kakashi smiled softly, being reminded of such small advice when Naruto was simply a child.

"I wasn't very sure about you going on this field trip, much less on the first day of school. It would have been better the second week of school instead where the class remembers everyone."

Kakashi mumbled, buttoning up his four year old's coat in slight worry.

Naruto hummed as he ate his toast. "Who's my teacher again?"

"Iruka Umino, alright? Room fourteen, You go right up to him and tell him you're in his class."

"I thought you said I couldn't talk to strangers, daddy."

Kakashi smiled at the overthinking child and helped in tying his shoes. "His name is Iruka. He's 20 and he's going to be your teacher until year six. He has a small scar from when he was just your age and a ponytail."

"Well...I guess we aren't strangers anymore."

Kakashi laughed softly and kissed his son's small button nose. "Tiny smart people. My only weakness."

"Smart is my middle name, daddy."

"No….it's cutie."

Naruto giggled and thrashed a bit as Kakashi tickled his neck.

"I know how much you love the animals, so I want you to stay with your class."

"I will. Can I take my notebook to write down observations that I notice about the animals?"

Kakashi stood, grabbing Naruto's small notepad. Opening it, he laughed slightly when he saw the the pythagorean theorem. "Yes. But don't write for too long. Keep up with the class."

"Okay."

The school bus pulling outside told Kakashi that it was time to go. "And, Naruto."

"Hmm?"

"I know how you get, little scientist. Do not try touching the animals for further observation."

Naruto smiled. "I won't. Love you."

When he was gone, Kakashi remained where he stood for a moment before cursing. Naruto's mind was too expansionary to not attempt touching a lion. Thanking the Gods that the trip was short on chaperones, the 18 year old grabbed his keys.

Spending a day at the zoo with bratty kids, an annoyed teacher, and a few snotty mothers didn't sound so bad. As long as Naruto discovered something amazing, Kakashi would be fine.

"I Love you so much."

Naruto smiled. "I love you more."

"Well I love you most." the phone clicked thereafter. In glee, Naruto continued his walk down his street. Nothing could break down his mood.

However, the man ceased smiling as he walked by Sasuke and Itachi's home. "Unbelievable. It's as if the universe has heard me thinking. I was thinking about not having a bad day and the process of manifestation has so dearly given me something bad."

He muttered this as he watched Itachi, sitting on the porch with his head in his lap, shoulders shaking and masked with sadness.

As a psychologist as well, Naruto believed that no one could be beyond hope. So he strode to the man and sat next to him. He could hear an argument in the home, but it seemed small.

"Hello, Itachi." Naruto muttered.

Itachi looked up, tears staining his eyes. He hid his face once more. "Mama doesn't like me when she drink that juice."

"I can't seem to find reasons why. You're an exceptionally funny person."

Itachi looked up. "She called me stupid and now Sasuke's yelling at mama. Did you hear me, Naruto? Sasuke's yelling at mama."

"I don't think you are stupid at all. In fact, my studies from yesterday show that you are in fact very intelligent."

"That's why Sasuke is yelling at mama." Itachi once again repeated as if he forgot he said it.

"In competitive behavior, someone always loses. See if I derive an equilibrium where prevalence is a non-singular event where nobody loses, can you imagine the effect that would have on conflict scenarios, arm negotiations?"

"Where both mama and Sasuke win and be happy?"

"Precisely, Itachi."

"Yay."

Naruto laughed along with the cheerful man, a bit surprised at himself too. As an awkward man, he could never once imagine helping someone else in their troubled life.

"Naruto?"

"Itachi?"

"Brother says I'm not stupid. He says I'm mentally ill, but there's nothing wrong with that. My doctor says I suffer from it, but it's not something that I known."

"It's your brother who is right. People will continuously sell the idea that people with mental illnesses are suffering. However, through reasoning, I can concur that madness can be an escape if the world is exorbitantly cruel. If things are not so good, people like you always can imagine something better. Your gift is great, Itachi."

"Itachi." A soft voice called. Both men turned around, finding Sasuke standing there in a large t-shirt, his arms crossed. "Come on in. We can go to the park today if you want."

As Itachi stood, Sasuke remained staring hardly at Naruto. The genius smiled. "Good morning, Sasuke-san. I can imagine you slept well."

"Hn. If you want to come to the park with us, you can meet us there. It'll take two hours."

"Oh, alrigh-"

The door shut before he even got his sentence out. Blushing and believing the fault was his, Naruto scurried to his home, only to be stopped once again.

"Hey, genius."

The man turned, finding Deidara leaning against his door with hardly any clothing upon his skin.

"Oh...uh...hello, Deidara-san."

The older man smiled. "How was your first full day yesterday? Any good?"

Naruto smiled brightly, mood now lifted. "It was fairly fantastic. I myself spoke to my father upon my cellular device a lot. I also got to know a small amount about my other neighbors, Sasuke and Itachi. Very lovely people, I would say."

Deidara's eyes squinted and his nose wrinkled in slight disgust. "You don't want to spend too much time with them."

"In all actuality, I do enjoy spending time with them. I haven't met someone else who understands my logic other than my father before Itachi. He is an exceptionally nice man and he s funny. I do believe I am very infatuated with his brother, Sasuke. He is extremely good to look at. Although he plays mean, I enjoy how...what's the word….sexy his personality is."

The red that spilled across Deidara's face was like vivid inks across a darkening sky. He seemed angry; envious. But Naruto's face was so curious that his own changed back. "You're so blunt and odd."

"I regretfully acknowledge my offence."

"No, no. You're fine." Deidara muttered. "Hey. You have a nice time with your research, okay? Don't forget to interview me before you finish your book."

Naruto smiled as Deidara walked into his home. "I will try so, Deidara-san."

Naruto smiled at the dull Sasuke as they quietly watched Itachi play near the sandbox. "Would you like to know how long it takes me to write a book?"

The man knew, from his good friend Itachi, that Sasuke was extremely fascinated with intelligent books and minds. Itachi told him the day prior that Sasuke had all of his books and from what Naruto knew, the man enjoyed them; so much that he remembered lines. If that would get Sasuke out of his angered mood, the blond would try his best.

Sasuke looked to him then, now curious. "Doesn't it take only about three years?"

Narut snorted softly, wishing such a guess was possible. "Not at all, Sasuke-san."

"Five then?"

"Ten." the blond mused, smiling in amusement at Sasuke's gasp.

"Ten years?"

"Yes. I research, write a draft, do more research, get it approved, do more research, find a publisher, all that. It takes me a very long time to get it together. And once that's done, after about ten years, I have to add updated inquiries and solutions."

Sasuke leaned up from the bench. "So you've been writing for so long."

"Yes. My first four books were published when I was just twenty. But those equations came from studying late at night when I was just in my 5th year of school."

"All night?" Sasuke questioned, genuinely interested. So much that he rested his palm on his chin and leaned closer to Naruto.

"All night." Naruto smiled, leaning his elbow on the rest of the bench.

"Did your father complain about your lack of sleep."

Naruto laughed. "At first. Eventually, he turned the basement into a lab for me. After my first week of sitting and just reading, I'd turn to my right at four in the morning and he'd be right there, reading another book and writing down notes on the board, or mixing solutions together."

Sasuke smiled. "I can already tell that he's very proud of you. That's all I hear are good stories."

"Yes, Sasuke-san. My father is indeed my hero."

Sasuke smiled softly. "My father was also my hero. He was just so nice and he always made sure Itachi and I had the best childhood."

"A thing we have in common then."

"Will he be visiting? Your father? I'd like to meet him."

"Why?"

"To find out more about you. I'd ask your father what makes you vulnerable. There's something I have to know about you, Uzumaki. You seem nice, but there's something missing. You just seem too perfect."

"Perfect. While I am exceptionally awkward, I do know flirting. I've had a girlfriend."

Sasuke blushed. "What? Not perfect. You're just really different from people I attended school with and that's so odd."

"Odd." Naruto questioned, feigning surprise. "I am as normal as Itachi."

Both laughed softly and Sasuke blushed, looking away. "Your second book…" He trailed. "It was my favorite. Not everyone can write a whole book about the stars and name them and still keep it interesting. Sometimes, people find galaxies and space boring. But your book is my favorite."

"Thank you, Sasuke-san."

"You know after your book. I've tried counting all the stars. I once made it to 4,537."

"You're exceptionally odd." Naruto muttered.

"I bet you're popular with the girls." Sasuke muttered, drawling and sarcastic. But he was smiling and so was Naruto.

"Not really. I believed once that a girl liked me. Sakura. She was a former and only lover of mine. Only two months into the relationship, she's been using me for intercourse and that is all."

"That sucks."

"My father hated her. And he likes everyone."

"That's good."

Both men looked to one another and laughed.

Itachi looked over and waved. "Naruto! Naruto, look!"

The blond nodded to Sasuke and stood, walking-almost running- over to Itachi's sandbox spot.

Sasuke watched them for a minute. He watched as Naruto sat next to Itachi and began to play with in the box. They had attempted to make castles until Naruto observed the grainy substance, coming to the conclusion that the sand had some extra elements in them.

What made Sasuke smile, however, was the way Itachi also picked up some sand, observed it like Naruto had, and agreed to the conclusion. "It does feel different, Naruto. It feels different."

They played and laughed until Sasuke looked up at the dimming sun. "Tachi….come on. It's about time to head home."

Itachi looked up from helping Naruto with his sand. He squinted as if he couldn't see Sasuke. "Is it time to go home, brother?"

Sasuke smiled with a small nod.

Itachi stared with the unseeing squint for a while until the statement and answer molded into his brain. Standing with wobbly legs, he grabbed Naruto's arm as if the genius was a small child. "Come on, Naruto. It's getting dark and we have to go home."

Naruto nodded with a laugh and let his friends drag him. They spoke as they walked, ignoring the surprised stares from other citizens; their eyes wondering why Naruto would hang out with such a violent person as Itachi; with such an inferior person as Itachi; with such an idiot as Itachi.

Naruto laughed when Itachi pulled some of his hair, mumbling something about how yellow his hair was.

"You know, Itachi. I don't know you well enough, but I think that if I had grown up with you, you would be a very good friend. I don't know how, and I may have to do a large study on it, but you always know exactly what I'm saying. In the 44 hours I have known you. You are much like my father in my conversations. You are also extremely funny, which is an A-plus on my grading scale."

Sasuke snorted, knowing well that any normal person would say 'A in my book.' It made Naruto's darting tsunami eyes turn to him, making him blush lightly. "What?" He snapped softly.

"Don't worry, Sasuke-san. I believe the only reason Itachi would be higher on my friend scale then you is because I am extremely attracted to you."

"I'm sure you say that to everyone else."

"No. And that surprises me. Not even my former lover's looks and personality attracted me as much as you do. And I grew up with her."

"You must really have liked her." Sasuke muttered. He didn't know why he felt uneasy all of a sudden, but he did.

Naruto laughed as if the Uchiha's words were a big joke. "Not so much. I occasionally went out with Sakura because I wanted to heighten my social skills. However, we never went out much or even talked. We usually talked about my body and we had sexual intercourse twice a day.

I did not enjoy going out with her because she screamed all the time and having intercourse with her made me realize that the female genital system does not arouse me."

Itachi laughed rather loudly and Sasuke just shook his head, knowing full and well that Naruto was more serious than ever.

"You two." He mumbled, making Itachi laugh even harder.

"What's so funny, Ita?" Naruto asked as they turned on their street.

In between gasps, Itachi held his stomach. "Did you hear, Sasuke? Naruto didn't like his girlfriend's private."

Sasuke gasped in shock that Itachi even knew what they were talking about. Before he could even glare at Naruto, he was laughing as well.

Itachi threw his hands in the air. "Match in the gas tank, boom boom!"

Sasuke laughed hard then, not believing himself. It wasn't until he stopped laughing that he realized Naruto had stopped walking and laughing altogether.

Itachi noticed too and he turned. "Naruto? Naruto, what's wrong, huh? What's wrong?"

Naruto continued to stare ahead in confusion and wonderment. Sasuke followed his gaze down, to a moving truck upon the street, right in front of Naruto's home.

There were a few men moving things in and out of the house, but standing outside the truck was a man. He was tall, even taller than Naruto. His eye and mouth was covered, but even Sasuke could see how wide his smile was as he stared at them. His hair was silver and gravitationally defying.

Naruto opened his mouth and awe and began to move forward. "Tousan." He muttered. "I thought…"

The man, Naruto's father, moved forward a step. But it was Naruto who moved in large strides. As he neared his father, the man hugged him around the shoulders as Naruto hid his face in his chest.

"Tousan." His voice sounded so broken that Sasuke blinked his own tears away, wishing that his own father could just appear like this. "I thought you said you were coming next week."

His father laughed softly and hugged the genius tighter. "I wanted to surprise you."

Naruto sobbed harder. "I did not see you, father, in the last year. But you did not change. You tricked me and said you were coming later on."

"Yeah. Why are you crying?"

"I missed you. I promise that I've thought of you more than twenty times this whole day. I promise that I did not stop thinking about you. I missed you so much."

Kakashi hugged tighter, almost smothering his son.

"You outsmarted me." Naruto mumbled.

"Yeah. I outsmarted the smart-ass."

Naruto laughed quietly in his father's chest. When he calmed himself, it was his father who looked up to Itachi and Sasuke, who stood watching almost awkwardly.

He let go of Naruto. "Will you introduce me to your friends?"

Naruto gasped in happiness. 'Yes, tousan." He led his father over to the Uchiha brothers. "This is Sasuke Uchiha. He is nineteen and he takes care of his brother here, Itachi Uchiha, who is also becoming a good friend of mine. This here is my father Kakashi Hatake."

Sasuke smiled politely and offered his hand. Kakashi looked at it and laughed heartily, bringing the teen in for a bear hug. He squeaked and looked to Naruto who simply shrugged. "He likes hugging people."

Sasuke only smiled softly. He could tell why now; why Naruto was always so full of life and happy. He too was raised by a man who loved as if it were his job. Spoke love like a first language. Breathed love like air. Ate love to remain healthy. And radiated love as if it were sunlight.

From the moment he saw Kakashi, Sasuke knew why Naruto was the way he was. And why Naruto did not feel ashamed about who he was; how intelligent or awkward he was. Obviously Kakashi had praised those qualities his whole life.

Naruto laughed loudly as Itachi embraced Kakashi just as strongly the man did he. "Hi..I'm Itachi. This is my brother, Sasuke."

"It's nice to meet you." Kakashi stated, letting go. He looked toward Sasuke. "I hope my son hasn't scared you two when you first met him."

A mischievous glisten passed Sasuke's eyes like the Halley's comet. "He's very odd and blunt about things, but Itachi enjoys him…"

Kakashi laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "You'll get used to him."

Sasuke only tucked his lips in, smile still seen. "It's around seven. We should probably go inside. I have to cook Itachi dinner and get him ready for bed. It was very nice meeting you."

"You can come over for dinner if you'd like. I'd actually like to know you both better and I'm sure it'll be the first time Naruto has eaten actual food. I'd be out of the picture if ramen was a mother."

Naruto laughed. "No….you wouldn't. I promise."

Sasuke sighed internally. He himself seemed so drawn to the man before him. He wanted to know how Naruto himself grew up. He wanted to know how they acted around each other privately. But what really struck him as fascinating was Kakashi's presence altogether. Just a moment before, Naruto was placing everything into an equation and reasoning things. However, when he was with Kakashi, he became younger. And dare Sasuke believe it, Naruto began to act like Itachi, as if he was just a child wanting love from his caretaker.

"We'd love to." he mumbled. "Right, Tachi?"

Itachi laughed, his eyes shut. "Yeah. And we...and we...and we can invite Naruto and him to my birthday party. Right, Sasuke. You gonna let them come to my brithday party?"

Kakashi simply smiled as Naruto motioned them inside, grabbing his father's hand and yelling about all the equations he needed to see.

"Father. You will also find it so impeccable what I discovered about spacetime regions that nothing, not even particles and electromagnetic radiation, can escape from."

Sasuke snorted softly and Kakashi turned to them. 'Black holes.' He mouthed.

Dinner, in Sasuke's eyes, had been fairly calm and happy. He and Itachi had learned so much about Kakashi and how he grew up. How'd he'd met Naruto's biological father during the great wars and how he raised Naruto to the fullest.

In return, Sasuke explained his mother's sickness and revealed the toughness of raising Itachi...out of his brother's earshot.

Now, as Itachi watched television in the livingroom and Naruto sat next to him reading a book by Michio Kaku, Sasuke went to help Kakashi with dishwashing.

They washed and dried the utensils in silence until Kakashi spoke softly. "I can tell my son likes you."

Sasuke tensed and blushed as his eyes met the veteran's. "Oh….you don't have to worry about that. I don'-"

Kakashi laughed. "No, no. It's fine. I like you. From the minute I saw you, I knew that you had a good heart. He had a girlfriend back in high school and let me tell you, kid, I hated her."

Sasuke laughed lightly. "Naruto told me."

"Did he...she wasn't even lovely when I met her, the bitch." Kakashi joked.

Sasuke looked up surprised, but eventually laughed. He love it. There was a sweet in Kakashi that everyone saw. But there was also some shady savagery that Sasuke could relate to when his own people were threatened too.

Kakashi laughed softly too. "Well, she wasn't a complete bitch, but using my son was a low blow. And I can joke about everything in this world. I can even joke about becoming a child soldier myself when my own father died. But, I will not joke about my son. My son is not a joke….he's not a toy. In all honesty...he's the love of my life and my soulmate."

Sasuke blinked a few times to stop his tears, because, goddamnit, Kakashi was still a stranger and he didn't cry before them.

"I can tell you love him."

Kakashi nodded with a soft smile and placed the last dish within the cabinet. "Ooh. Would you like to see pictures before you go and he drags me to his lab."

"Haha. Yes, I would."

It took Kakashi less than two minutes to leave the kitchen and return with a photo album. He blushed lightly. " have a box labeled 'Naruto.'"

He sat at the table with Sasuke and opened the book with so many star stickers on it. "This is him when he was only 3 months." In the photo, a fourteen year old Kakashi sat upon a stair of pavement. He was holding the small Naruto, who was wearing a fox onesie too big for his size. The child's arm was reaching up to Kakashi's face.

"He was trying to take off my mask." Kakashi explained. "He never really liked it. I always got the impression that he thought I was handsome, so I kept it off."

"Did it work for you well?" Sasuke inquired.

Kakashi put his hand on his hip, joking. "What? I was a hot mama." It made Sasuke laugh rather loudly and he understood then why Naruto said Kakashi was so fun to be around.

"And this is little Naru when he was just two. He loved that raincoat, I'm telling you." In the photo, Naruto stood in the middle of a puddle. He had on beige pants that were a size too big and tucked in tall green rain boots. He had on an orange raincoat that covered his thighs with green frog faces all over it. Smiling big and waving to the camera.

"And this last one is him and I the day he was born." Sasuke awed this time at the photo. Kakashi was sitting on the couch smiling. He had his mask down, showing a handsome smile.

Naruto looked very cute in the small blankets wrapped around him. He was gripping Kakashi's finger to the point where his own were red.

Kakashi continued to stare at the photo, a lost look in his eyes. "Grabbed my finger because I told him that I would protect him forever and I'd be whatever he wanted me. He wouldn't even let me go. Not even when the doctors tried to pry him from me."

They looked through a few more photos before Sasuke began to yawn, so tired and drained with happiness. Naruto and Kakashi bid them farewell and just as the door was closed, they could hear Naruto going on and on about his research.

That night, after tucking his lovely brother in, Sasuke stood thinking in his room. He simply loved Kakashi's personality. The man reminded him of his own father. So kind and funny and loving. But the best thing about Kakashi were the traits he so heavily put into Naruto.

On the top was flawless and eyes that shone brightly- making Sasuke want to get to know the person within. In Kakashi, there was something of the warrior in him combined with a gentleness that made Sasuke's own heart reach out. He seemed to put the engine together like he'd been doing it all his life, every movement competent and flowing. And there was always a genuine grin spread across his face, turning it from handsome into divine. This was a person she wanted to know more than she'd ever felt before.

An image of Naruto popped into his head, and the teen understood why Naruto was the way he was. Blushing and squealing, Sasuke jumped into bed, fully clothed, light still on, one thought still running around his head.

He had never felt so fucking beautiful until Naruto Uzumaki, the genius, moved into town.

And that is the third chapter. I song that out loud and my rottweiler, with his big ass body, jumped on my lap. Almost broke my laptop. Anywho….no Sasuke does not have a damn crush on Naruto. Why do I feel like someone is going to sk that. He is definitely starting to warm up to Naruto, however.

And yes, Naruto is beginning to recognize that he is capable of having a friend in Itachi, after such a long life of believing he couldn't have a true friend.

And how about that Kakashi. Dammit, the quote of the day chapter shall go to him. Please guys, don't hesitate to review.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: JOHN NASH

"The only thing greater than the power of the mind is the courage of the heart."