Hey guys! okay i was planning on making htis chapter longer, but i figured you had waited long enough. Thanks for all the reviews and support and sorry for the wait! i really am trying to get back into the swing of my writing schedual! I would be doing it at school but last tiem i brough a story of mine to school it got stolen :( so i refrain from doing that now. Well anywas, here's the chapoter, hope you like! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do no own Naruto or the Naruto characters. Anyone additional and the plot line are all mine! muahahahhahaha cough cough cough...XD here you go!

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Her words spilled out effortlessly. She entangled him in her story and Deiyo felt as if he may cry. Why?

You know nothing about my tuu-san.

Ninja academy, training, friends, family, graduation, all normal. Alleged Akatsuki attack, one flaw. She truly was as clueless as she had claimed, which only confused him. Why?

You know nothing about me.

The more he listened to her, the more he realized that, he too, had no side. Kiyo had never told him everything. It was all rather vague, lacking details. Maybe he really was just biased. He never knew the entire story.

You know nothing.

She had stopped talking, but he didn't notice. His palms were sweaty and his thoughts a mess. Why?

"Please say something," She said softly.

He looked at her, what could he say? What could he possibly say that would make any of this make sense?

"Kyoko," he started

"What?"

"I…I don't know. This doesn't seem right."

"You just noticed that now?" she gave him that infamous look.

He gave her a small glare, "What is that supposed to mean?"

She rolled her eyes, "My village was attacked! My father's own son is trying to kill him! In what time has that ever been right?"

She had a point. "This has to be stopped-"

"Deiyo!" Kiyo's voice cut through.

Deiyo's head snapped around. Noticing the angry look on his father's face hr stood quickly. "Dad, I was just…"

"You were just what, Deiyo?" he asked curtly.

Deiyo lowered his gaze, "Nothing, we were just talking."

Kiyo was silent. He shifted his gaze from his son to Kyoko; anger (or was it disgust?) glinted in his eyes. "Leave us, Deiyo."

"Dad what happened-"

"I said 'leave us'." Kiyo said again.

"No Dad!" Deiyo shot back. His hands were shaking.

Kiyo turned and faced his son full on. "Don't you dare talk back to me!" he shouted.

Deiyo shrank back; scared.

Kiyo turned away from him, facing Kyoko. Deiyo stared at him before turning slowly and walking away. Kiyo paid no heed to his son.

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Kiyo was excited; more then excited. Everything, everything was falling into place; perfect. That damn Sasuke was going to get everything he deserved. All at the expense of one child.

She looked so pathetic, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly; dismal creature. Easy prey, all of them. An idiot could do what he was about too, it was almost disappointing. Almost.

"You will be stopped," she said, near mock valour.

He smirked, "Will I?" he asked and drew closer. "Tell me again how I will be stopped. I'm in the mood for a good laugh." Her face flushed with rage and it took everything he had not to burst into laughter.

"Tuu-san will stop you and everything will go back to normal."

"And Ino-pig can fly and Sakura's hair is 'naturally' pink"

She glowered.

He smiled and turned. "Either way, I have already won." With a snap of his fingers, a burly man walked over, a bloody mass hauled over his shoulder.

Kyoko wrinkled her nose in disgust, then gasped as the pitiful form was dropped on the ground and its face became somewhat distinguishable. Ruuto.

His nose was broken and bleeding and his eye swollen. His yellow hair was matted with blood and there was a large gash in his shoulder which bled profusely. His clothes were soaked with blood and a large slash on his right temple coated his face in crimson.

She stood to run to him but was stopped by Kiyo. He held her tight and forced her to look at Ruuto.

"Pathetic, isn't he?"

She broke out into uncontrollable sobs and squeezed her eyes shut and screamed.

"RUUTO!"

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Naruto sat on the floor of the small room. His tongue stuck out slightly from the corner of his mouth.

He had torn the room apart searching fro clues. He had found a small pile of paper stashed underneath the mattress. He was about to throw them aside when he noticed the color on them.

Now, he sat indian style on the floor, trying to piece together this infuriating puzzle. He could identify Sakura's pink hair and Sasuke's spiky cockatoo hair; but who was Sakura holding?

"Hey, dobe!" Sasuke called loudly. "Dobe!"

"In here!" Naruto hollered back. His brow furrowed as he got closer to finishing the picture.

"DOBE!"

"I'm in here teme!" he scowled and slid the last piece into place as Sasuke burst into the room.

"What are you-" he began but stopped when he saw the picture. "Where did you get that?"

Naruto looked up at him, confusion creasing his usually smiling face.

"Who's the baby, Sasuke?"