Disclaimer: Naruto is the work of mangaka Masashi Kishimoto, Harry Potter is the work of author J.K. Rowling. The author makes no claim to ownership of the aforementioned works and no profit from this fanfiction.

Uchiha Fukurou

Of Shadow Play, Work at Home and Lightning Gods

Sasuke glared at him; Tsuruko's daughter, little Chiasa, smiled innocently. The three pregnant woman sitting on the couch behind the boy and his second cousin looked amused. One of them was Mikoto. A seventeen year old Fukurou sighed but answered their questions in the order they were asked.

"No," He said, "You don't have to call me daddy if you don't want to..."

'Please don't...'

To Sasuke all he could say was, "I'm sure they taught this at the academy but if you want I can have Nekobaa explain the birds and the bees to you if you like?"

"Stay away from my mother!" He yelled.

"Kid, that's so totally not the problem..."

Tsuruko, Miho and his mother tittered softly at Fukurou's words. Sasuke valiantly ignored them as best he could, "Stay away! You've done enough to her already! Just stopping by, my ass! Don't touch my mother ever again!"

His tirade was stymied when the three women brushed past him and latched on to that Man. "W-what are you doing? H-hey, stop! Stop it! Bad touch! Bad touch!"

Fukurou seemed just as flustered by the sudden assault of nubile flesh pressing on his person; hands and mouths leaving touches and kisses upon every inch of exposed flesh. He saw Sasuke watching and rolled his eyes as if to saw, 'What can I do?'

"They want me, they just can't stay away from me." Fukurou said.

Sasuke hastily clapped a hand over Chiasa's curious eyes as the foursome began shedding outerwear, "What are you doing?" He hissed to his mother, appalled, "There are impressionable children here!" He said, shaking his protesting younger cousin from side to side.

"I'm sorry Sasuke, -smooch- P-please forgive- oh right there! Your, Sl-smooch-ty Mother!" Mikoto said as she moaned wantonly, just like- just like that night- that other night!

"Magnificent…" sighed prim and proper Tsuruko as she licked a nipple.

"Mmmmmm…" Miho, one of his aunts moaned as her hands drifted down Fukurou's chest.

"Ladies…" That Man muttered, slightly muffled by Miho's lips, "Perhaps Sasuke-kun has a point, we shouldn't be doing this in front of the children."

Sasuke had now seen more of his mother than he ever had outside of a bath. "Hmmm?" Mikoto hummed thoughtfully, "No, don't stop," she said, "We'll take this to my bedroom. Sasuke, darling, you really need to get along with your new father…"

Fukurou hefted up Mikoto and she wrapped her bare legs about his torso. He gripped her butt cheeks with fingers that sank into her flesh. She moaned approvingly and as the four turned to go, that Man threw a parting shot over his shoulder, "Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning…son…"

It was the last straw, with murder in his heart he chased after them, grabbing a pair of scissors off of the table. He arrowed down the corridor outside the living room until he came to his mother's room, his father's place in their old clan home. He ripped open the sliding door hearing girlish giggling and that Man's chuckles. He leapt into the air, scissors clutched in a bleeding fist, "Don't touch my MO-!"

"-MMY!" Sasuke cried as he jerked awake. Slowly, he realized that it was only a dream. Relieved, he fell back into his bed with a sigh, "Just a dream, just a dream!"

"Sasuke?" The door to his room slid open slightly. Through it he could see his mother… and the swell of her pregnant belly. "Fukurou just stopped by and will be helping me with something. If you want me we'll be in my room."

"Ok Mom!" He answered groggily, still slightly disoriented from his abrupt awakening. He lay there a few more moments before her words sunk in.

…

Dark eyes opened.

…

-Thump-

The wall between his and his mother's room vibrated slightly…

-Thump-Thump-Thump-

He sat up and reached for a kunai on the nightstand…

-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-

Sasuke shot out of his room, skidding slightly on the floor of the Sentō's private level. He whipped around and slid open the door to his mother's bedroom.

-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-

"Get away!" He roared.

Mikoto and Fukurou stood next to a half-assembled crib. They stared at him in confusion until finally, Mikoto asked, "Sasuke, what are you doing?"

Fukurou having the ability to extract the answer since Mikoto's kid was still screaming it out mentally, interjected diplomatically by saying, "Ah, you must have been worried. Your mother asked me to set up this box spring for her since the futon is too hard on her back." He held up a wooden mallet, "That was me hammering in the joints, did you think we were in trouble?"

That was most certainly not what Sasuke was thinking but he was mollified when Mikoto swept him into a hug saying, "Oh! Sasuke! It's alright, everything's okay. Mommy and baby are okay don't you worry!"

Normally he'd feel bad about making his mother worried for him. Or he'd be flustered by her fussing. For some reason he didn't this time though, Sasuke just hugged his mother while glaring darkly over her shoulder at that Man. None of this would be happening if his Father was still alive. He'd definitely kick this interloper to the curb. Sasuke would just have to figure out a way to do it on his own.

"Damn you Itachi!" He thought furiously.

Hours later he made his way out of the service district that had sprung up between his family compound and the Uchiha residential area. It was still called that since his clan retained ownership of the majority of the buildings there. As he headed north to the Academy he was hailed by friendly cousins and aunts that worked as landladies, dry cleaners and green grocers. They were the three most profitable civilian professions in the village outside of being a weapon's smith.

It was at once a familiar and achingly depressing scene. Familiar to walk down any street in the area and be greeted with kind words from friends and family. Depressing to pass by old man Teyaki's place and realize that it'd been torn down to make way for a shinobi dorm. He saw apartment houses filled with strangers when he walked about. Where there had been homes with backyards there was now an adult bookstore with some one-eyed, grey-haired jounin window shopping.

The children running down the streets were not Uchiha, though in time there would be. Unfortunately thinking of that brought him to issues that he would rather not face. He still saw his older cousins but most of the genin and chunin within the clan were inducted into AnBu for their own protection lest Itachi come back to finish what he'd started. All that was left were his younger cousins born slightly before or after the Massacre and those soon to be born, including his little brother or sister.

"Damn you Itachi."

Sasuke spent his morning classes brooding over things he couldn't change. Most frustrating of all was the fact that he had been held back from graduating a year early by his mother. Regardless of her reasoning he wanted out of the Academy. He'd get away from all the sycophantic teachers, the slobbering fan girls and that idiot Naruto challenging him to a fight every day of the week!

He'd join the special AnBu brigade that his cousin Fukurou apparently led. He learn from someone that was as strong as Itachi if not stronger. He'd get powerful enough to stand on his own and get his revenge… on Fukurou for getting his mother pregnant by stabbing the bastard in the balls. Then, then he'd get his revenge on Itachi for killing almost every clansman but Fukurou… by stabbing him in the balls. His mother might be a little upset with him but he was sure she would understand and forgive him eventually. He was just looking out for her after all.

So caught up was he in daydreams of kunai inflicted testicular trauma that he almost didn't realize that he was now in a spar against another of his classmates, that idiot, Naruto. He'd been going about on autopilot while the instructors had been talking and so missed the beginning of the fight, only avoiding being laid out by a hair.

The idiot gloated, "Hah! Careful Sasuke-chan, I'm gonna kick your ass, bastard!"

"Bastard!" Was all a distracted Sasuke heard, he immediately began thinking of Fukurou.

Then Naruto was shot down by Ino, "Get real Naruto! He wasn't even paying attention! Who would, loser!"

"I know…" Naruto muttered stung by her words, "what a bitch…"

"I know she's his bitch…" Was what Sasuke's frustration and worry caused him to mishear from Naruto. There was a funny moment when Sasuke imagined what he would do if things were ever like that between his mother and Fukurou, the next he knew Iruka had him in a sleeper hold, simultaneously dragging him away from a bloody Naruto.

Later a Root ninja brought Fukurou a copy of a report that the Elders had flagged for study. They periodically tried for political leverage over his clan while planting spies in the residential district and AnBu and he took great pride in foiling their plots. As a matter of fact the report had been flagged for his eyes by an agent that they were certain could be trusted, Koharu's daughter. Doing things like that added a taste of delicious irony to one-upping those living anachronisms.

He read the report of the incident between Sasuke and one Uzumaki Naruto. He knew who that was, it went without saying. He was also aware of how the boy was treated. Unfortunately given the nature of circumstances, Fukurou had to keep his distance from the boy as any suspicion of ill-intent might well goad the Hokage into breaking their bargain struck on the night of the Massacre. Even arranging discretely for Uchiha stores and services to provide for the Kyūbi Jinchūriki without bias had resulted in an hour long talk with the Hokage and Elders about the existence or non-existence of any supposed intentions.

He would need to send a message to Kana in the Hospital to stay away from Naruto's case files and keep Sasuke from talking too much about what happened. He had no doubt that it was just a scuffle that got out of hand. Sasuke had his good days and bad days when he was all smiles or the slightest thing just set him off. The fact that Mikoto hadn't so much as blinked when he'd barged into her room armed with a kunai was damning.

He'd need to arrange for a Root sympathizer to do the psychological evaluation that was sure to come. The Elders wouldn't hesitate to embarrass Mikoto by inferring mental instability in her line. He needed to nip this in the bud before it became an issue. And he needed to discover if Sasuke really was mentally unstable because intentionally breaking someone's arm in three places during an Academy spar was unacceptable even if Naruto was probably up and about within the ho-

He reread the line of the report, Naruto was up and about not ten minutes later. He looked at his personal copy of the detection grid map and saw a red dot marked Uzumaki Naruto sitting in its customary place at a street side food stall. It was situations like this that made him want to damn the Hokage for squandering Naruto's potential on the Academy. That wasn't entirely the Danzo in him speaking either. He only hoped Sarutobi's policy of isolation induced normalcy for Naruto went better than Dumbledore's had for him. The evidence was against it though.

Rokushō Aoi and his fellow rain ninja were well into the process of torturing Morino Ibiki into reading the secret scroll for them. He wasn't too worried even as the Leaf Intelligence officer stoically endured having glowing hot kunai pressed to his skull. It was best to let the rain ninja have their fun before he brought out his trump, partly because he wasn't completely certain it would work if he used Idate as leverage and partly because Idate wouldn't survive for long if the rain shinobi decided that his foolish student needed to be roughed up a little in order to convince Big Brother to give up the needed information.

He was about to bring the tied up and crying Idate into the equation when the door to the hut exploded. A flash bang went off blinding the inhabitants and prevented them from seeing the three ninja that entered using a modified button-hole formation. The initial flash bang was cover for the half-dozen or so poisoned darts that flew through the doorway controlled using Sōshūjin, the manipulated tool technique, to send them around the guard of a jounin too slow to get under cover and skewer him.

Aoi was just able to avoid the attack by blindly swiping the Raijin no ken in front of him. The amber blade created a haze of lightning that destroyed the two darts that were heading for him. He back pedaled, still blind as the point man of the attackers barreled through the haze of smoke and splintered wood. The man, already using the jutsu, Doton: Domu to harden his skin, plowed unerringly into the two rain ninja that had taken cover behind their umbrellas.

Scooping them up in his muscular arms, the bull-masked man body pressed them through the back wall without breaking his stride. The sound of crashing trees and smashing rocks could be heard through the hole created in the building. The power of the attack knocked over an oil lantern starting a fire even as a viper-masked kunoichi leapt over the fallen table running after Bull, followed by a cloud of darts. That left Aoi to deal with the third attacker who came at him with a hand axe.

Having regained his vision in time to see his attacker coming at him Aoi scoffed at his opponent's choice of weapon. He swung around the Raijin as before, creating a veil of hazy sparks. Without slowing, the baboon masked shinobi slipped under the strike and cut a hole in the veil with his wind enhanced hatchet. The two were less than an arm's length away from each other, close enough that Aoi could see the AnBu's mismatched eyes. One was pale brown while the other glowed malevolent red.

"Sharingan!" This was Aoi's startled thought as he struggled to get away from the attacker in his personal space. The wind enhanced hatchet caught Rokushō Aoi in the right underarm and cut through in an arc that exited out the left side of his neck near the base. The Raijin fell out of nerveless hands and clattered on the floor as Ibiki struggled to burn away his bonds, singing his arms all the while.

The AnBu Hunter squad found them deposited in a clearing a half a kilometer away from the village later that night. Idate was tending to his unconscious brother's wounds and surrendered without a fight. In Konoha Nara Shikaku was reading the team's report, having been sent by messenger pigeon. He was currently in the Hokage's office with the Sandaime and Inoichi in attendance.

"Exactly where we were told to find them," He said to the Hokage, "I wish I knew where they were getting their intel or how Root deploys so fast. That's damn fine work."

He was referring to the three items arrayed on the Hokage's desk by; according to the Sandaime, the leader of Root, Uchiha Fukurou earlier that night. On the piece of furniture lay the Raijin no Ken, a secret scroll and the head of Rokushō Aoi on ice. The Sandaime related that the last item had been left there by the young Uchiha with the air of an owl feeding dead mice to its chicks.

"Huh," Shikaku grunted, "I've been out done again."

The Sandaime gave him a look that he dreaded ever seeing on his wife.

AN: Shorter chapter this time. More of Sasuke and Naruto will be seen.