WARNING: There is a little bit of incest; however, i'm not going into depth with it. It's just a small scene that helps move my plot along.

You let them escape?" He walked toward Kakashi, backing him against the wall, placing both of his arms on either side of Kakashi's face, "I have little patience for those who can not correctly do as they are told!" He spat in his face, "Find them. Now"

Kakashi looked into Sasuke's eyes, "My lord, this is getting our of hand," he stepped closer to Sasuke, "Naruto is not our priority right now. The kingdom itself is being under attack. Naruto is blinding you from the reality of the rest of the world."

Sasuke smiled madly, "The rest of world is of little concern to me. This kingdom itself is built on lies and thievery. It always has been. Those who are cunning enough to obtain it will have it. That's how it has always been."

Kakashi looked away, "I am ashamed to call myself your knight. I thought you were different Sasuke. I thought you would be the one to put an end to this sick creation of your ancestors." Kakashi excused himself but before he left, he gave Sasuke a side ways glance, "He will take advantage of you once more."

Sasuke laughed hysterically, covering his face with his hands. Yes. He will. Sasuke looked out the window, noticing the garden his little brother died in. He would never lose Naruto like how he lost Sai, even if he loses himself. He loved him too much. Sasuke formed his hand into a fist, banging it against the window. He only wanted to find happiness with Naruto. He wanted someone to love. When he was younger, he was use to being alone until his younger brother came. At first, he didn't acknowledge him, but he saw himself in Sai. Even though Sasuke would never admit it, he was lonely. He wanted the affection of his father; his love. But when his mother died, his father wasn't the same. Sai slowly crept his way into his heart. And then he died, killed by a jinchūriki. Sasuke went on a rampage, killing anyone who got in his way of wiping out the jinchuriki completely. They took someone he loved away, someone who he just wanted to protect. Sasuke rested his head on the window…

I just want to see his smiling face looking back at me. I want to feel his heart beating against my own. His lips against mine. I just want my Naruto.

He remembered a story Itachi used to tell him about a woman who gave birth to a child. Her wish was for the child to be loved by everyone. When the child was born, his mother's wish was granted. Everyone loved him. And one day, the boy fell in love, but the girl he loved belonged to another. However much she returned the boy's love she refused to leave her lover's side. The boy went crazy without the love of the girl he cared so much about. Out of all the love and affection he received from everyone, the only one love he wished to receive was that of the girl who could never openly love him. He hated that story. It was complete bullshit to him. If the boy truly loved this girl, he would have taken her at all cost. If Naruto couldn't be with him because of the love of his family, he would severe that tie between them. He would kill them.

"Sasuke," Itachi welcomed himself into Sasuke's room. Sasuke didn't reply, and his back remained against his brother. Itachi walked closer, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's waist who just remained still. "Sasuke…" he whispered into his ear, kissing his ear lobe and working down to the nape of his neck. Itachi's hand slid his way up Sasuke's stomach. "I'm here," he said softly over and over again. Itachi forced Sasuke to face him, capturing his eyes. Remembering Kakashi's words, Sasuke closed his eyes, falling into Itachi's arms. He will take advantage of you. Itachi lifted Sasuke up bridal style carrying him back to his bed. He laid the boy down and placed his own body next to him. Itachi caressed Sasuke's face and ran his fingers through his hair, "My precious bother," he kissed his eyelids, "my dear, precious little brother. I left you to yourself for far too long." He straddled Sasuke's hips, leaning closer to his face, pressing his lips against the boy's.

"If you only knew," he said softly, "if you only could understand." Itachi unbuttoned Sasuke's top, sending a trail of kisses down to his waistline, "You belong to me."

Hinata stared clueless at the three distraught and very frightened children. Konohamaru looked at her steadily with questioning eyes, "Who are you?"

Hinata sighed not at all comfortable with disclosing that type of information to a child, so she answered simply, "A friend of Naruto's and your papa," she smiled. Konohamaru looked at her suspiciously, debating whether or not he wanted to further his questioning. He had a lot of things he wanted to know, but he settled on one, "Where is Naru-chan?"

"He went away for a little while," a voice answered that Konohamaru knew all to well. Moegi and Udon ran up to Jiraiya, "Papa!"

Jiraiya gathered the children in his arms lifting them into the air. He placed the two children back on the floor, but they refused to leave his side and clung to his legs instead. Konohamaru walked up to Jiraiya glaring. He balled his tiny hands into a fist, hitting Jiraiya, "Where were you!" he cried out.

Jiraiya ruffled Konohamaru's hair, "You were so brave. You protected your siblings," he smiled, "I'm so proud of you, and Naruto would be too."

Konohamaru's eyes started to well up and tears streamed down his face, "Papa is an idiot!" He ran into Jiraiya's out stretched arms.

Jiraiya turned his attention to Hinata, who was smiling sweetly at the whole ordeal, "Thank you."

"Of course," she replied, "it was the least I could do. But we still have some things we need to discuss."

He nodded and brought his attention back to the children. He showed them to the guest bedroom, "Its time for you guys to get some sleep." The kids groaned but otherwise did as they were told. But before Jiraiya left, Moegi spoke up, "Papa can you please tell us a bed time story." Udon and Konohamaru nodded in agreement, "Please," they said in unison.

"Very well," Jiraiya sat at the edge of the bed:

"Once upon a time, there was man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears would turn into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved's wife's slain body in his arms..." (1)

(1) I did not come up with this story its from Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I just felt the irony fit perfectly in with my story.