Ahahahahahhhhhh… I just realized that I made Naruto's foster father an Uchiha… and therefore, it should be noted that he'd look something similar to Uchiha… but ehhhh I named him Minato… and he has a swirl in the family crest… FUCK I messed up… and didn't even realize it! ^.^' Not that it changes characters much, but LOL I was writing this and was like… O.O wait…. -.- ohhhhhhh…. Damn. So yeah anyways, To clear up, Naruto looks like his real Father, but he loved Minato (who is Uchiha.. .or a branch thereof) so yeah.. hope that doesn't confuzz anyone as much it did me *scratches head* cheers!

Naruto was on edge for the next couple of days. When he had come out of the stables he found Sasuke gone. Upon further inquiry, in the form of a subtle hint at dinnertime, he learned that the raven hadn't even bothered to come in. No announcement was made. That meant that he had left as soon as their meeting happened.

It was three days now, still no Sasuke, and Naruto could still feel his taste on his tongue, a bittersweet, lemony flavour. Damn his insatiable appetite, and damn the dark haired man for doing this to him. He growled at his plate when a pea refused to be caught with his fork.

"Well, that would be settled then…" Were the last words he heard that he was pretty sure were meant for him. He looked up, staring stupidly at Kakashi, Who was now looking at him, and back to the plate. "Im worried about my plates, Naruto." He smiled pleasantly. "I think we need to get business started."

xXx

They rode up slowly, both on horseback, looking as nonchalant as ever. As they made their way through a vast property and the gates surrounding the lavish chateau came into view. They passed those, tipping their hats to the guards, and entered the extensive gardens set before the house.

Naruto looked around, wondering if his mother used to walk through these, if she had seen all this in the last couple days before his birth. Whether she was glad she had him… Overall, he found himself thinking more about her now than ever. He guessed it had something to do with the meeting that he was dreading. But he had come into Kakashi's study one evening and started asking questions about his mother, whether she was pretty, was she calm and collected, or feisty? He wanted to know everything Kakashi knew about her, and the man had obliged him in everything, right down to the point about her loving oranges, something that perked up the blonde heartily, since they were his favorite fruit as well.

He supposed he should have asked what his father was like, but he didn't really want to hear any of it. He was the greatest scum, in his eyes, and that was that. Although, the servants were staring at him wide eyed and those closest to the buildings, the ones who come out to greet them, weren't even trying to hide their surprise and whispers, as two ran back inside to pass on some news.

"What the fuck is all this?" Naruto whispered to Kakashi, who also noticed the behavior. "I guess I should have warned you, you look remarkably like your Father, and I guess they had never expected anything like their master, but about thirty years younger, to come riding in, when he should be in bed, probably on his last moments."

"Is it that bad with him really?" Naruto questioned. "Apparently it's gotten progressively worse." Kakashi nodded. "I've sent a messenger here two days ago, to announce our visit, and he came back to tell me that he was wilting like a flower."

Naruto huffed in annoyance. "Good riddance to him then, I hope hell exists, for his sake, I wouldn't be able to sleep right at night if I hadn't know he was suffering for his miserable life."

Kakashi's eyes flashed anger for a moment, then he clamed. "Is that any way to speak of anyone?" he asked, completely shure what answer he was going to get.

"Yes, and you now it as do I."

All Kakashi could do was huff and roll his eyes. Trying to bring the conversation away form the unpleasant business ahead.

"I suspect he'll have a heart attack when he sees you though, he said straight up he never wanted to see you or Kushina again… But then, he loved her to infinity on high."

Naruto snorted and laughed a loud, bitter sound. ""Loved her? He abandoned her, when she needed him most and she died because of him… you hear me, she died…" he broke off, unable to continue.

"It wasn't as easy as you make it sound, Naruto… he really did love your mother, and I guess they were both too proud to face reality. Kushina fell in love with Minato, but your Father wouldn't have none of it, he wouldn't let her go for anything.. and when she got pregnant, she lied about it to get away from him, scandal be damned. And he lether go, and was scarcely seen since by anyone… The point was, your Mother hurt him too, and you can't blame him for everything… Your pride and spontaneous bursts of anger exceed even those of your father…"

Naruto wanted to cut in, defending both himself and his Mother, but Kakashi cut him off with a hand wave. "I see you and Sasuke, and I see how you treat him… not that I have anything against your way of going about protecting him…" he added quickly, when he saw the flash of anger in Naruto's eyes, "but if you were with him, truly with him… lovers, connected, and he decided to love someone else, would you be able to let him go?"

The blonde couldn't answer that… he wasn't sure. "And if he said that he had gotten some woman pregnant, and that he loved her, would you ever want to see her or the baby again, or Sasuke?

"I'd kill him." He breathed out finally, completely honest with himself. Hating how much the scenario reflected the one with his Mother giving birth to him.

"Minato was a gentle man, loving, funny and caring… and Kushina needed that, she was feisty herself, and stubborn, and so was your Father… What brought them together in the beginning, that passion and force, separated them in the end… mind you, I don't know the full story either," he added. "I was gone for far too long, and neither Minato nor your father wanted more news spread. The infected wound was sown over, so to speak, and no one really bothered to clean it out beforehand… which is what Im planning to do today." He finished, looking to Naruto for understanding.

"Don't be so quick in your judgments yet, young one… you have much to learn."

They had halted, and dismounted, to be welcomed by six staff embers, and being shown into the guest room, they were given refreshments, and appetizers, and told to "please kindly await the master." Who was to come down soon.

Naruto plopped himself into a chair, tapping his fingers on the carved side. Kakashi went to the windows, sipping a glass of wine and looking out to the rather large lake that the windows were facing.

"Maybe he died." Naruto snorted, glancing at Kakashi. The latter only "tsk'd" without taking what the blonde said too seriously. He knew Naruto wasn't malicious by nature, he had seen it first hand, and the fact that he was trying to be so now only proved how distraught he was inside.

"So…." He walked around to the chair Naruto was sprawled in, standing behind it and poking his head to the side. "How's Teddy?"

Naruto actually sat up straighter and opened his mouth to fully protest his case when the doors opened. Both men looked up, surprised, and the man walking through the door stood there, rooted to the spot, glaring daggers at them both. Naruto could see what Kakashi meant; he looked like an ancient version of himself. He guessed that he must be very sick, judging by his years; he should have looked much younger.

He nodded in the man's direction and looked at Kakashi, "Look there old man, that's what I'll look like before I die." He was cuffed across the head soundly, and he couldn't really complain, even to himself that sounded a bit harsh, but he couldn't have stopped the vicious note no matter how hard he tried.

"What the fuck is he doing here, Kakashi you dog?" He growled, pointing his finger at the silver haired man, who now began to try to soothe things over. "Now now… let's all play nicely ne? I've come to present you your son."

Naruto got up then, and purposefully walked right up to the hated man, who was still standing at the door. "Tell me I'm not your son." He hissed into the man's face, bending a bit to be almost nose to nose. "I beg you, tell me I'm not the son of a demon."

The man's eyes went wide, as he took Naruto in, he actually stepped back a bit, to view him in full. His eyes brimming with moisture, he coughed to make up for his lapse in self control. "You are… and hs ewas innocent all along…" he sighed and walked past him, making himself comfortable in the chair opposite the one where Naruto had been sitting.

"Long time Kakashi, no? How have you been?"

"Im doing great, thank you, Shisui."

"Your business?

"Fine I suppose, with what had been going on here though, that's small talk." Kakashi noted.

Shisui cocked his head at Kakashi, "and what has been going on?"

Naruto stood to the side of their conversation. He was shaking all over, using his entire body to force himself not to lash out at the man that sat there, so nonchalantly talking about the fucking weather while the son he never acknowledged was standing about three meters from him. Not that he wanted his acknowledgement, but the gall of the old geezer was grating him thin.

Kakashi seemed to notice this, because his eyes flicked to him and back to Shisui. "Minato passed away, for once."

That rendered some more emotion form the man, he sat there shaking, finally looking up at them and coughing out a bitter laugh. "Finally, the thorn of my life is no more? And yet even here, he manages to hurt me from beyond the grave."

Naruto exploded, he practically appeared out of thin air in front of him, raising him up by the scruff of his neck. Literally, Shisui was dangling a meter off the ground. What he said, he said quietly, not screaming like Kakashi expected him to do. His voice prickled with suppressed rage. "Never call my father a thorn… he was the kindest man I have ever known, and although everyone treated me like a bastard, he was always by my side. Where the fuck were you? When I was beaten up, mocked, hurt... when I was shunned by everyone who knew me, still am, but I'm past caring now… where the fuck were you when my Mother died… because of you?"

Shisui actually looked sad. He regarded Naruto with an eye that looked almost like pity. "You were wronged… true." He said, putting an arm calmly on the straining arm that held him up.

Naruto lowered him to the chair and snarled, moving away, looking like a caged lion, and very much acting the part. "You have no right… no right." He choked out, "to judge anyone… especially my father."

"they lied to me," Shisui brought his fingers to his temple and massaged himself, an expression of pain on his face. "She told me that it was his, and I listened, I didn't want to see… for that, I'm sorry. You would have been a good son… you are one, from what I can see, and it was my fault for missing that… I'm sorry"

"Monsters cannot feel regret" Naruto deadpanned.

"I loved…."

"You did not!" Naruto roared, "that is not how you express love, no matter how painful it must have been, Minato must have known that I wasn't his, yet he accepter me all the same! THAT is love… you say you loved my mother? Do not jest! Had you loved her you would have not cast her out like you had!"

Shisui chuckled, shaking his head. "You have my temper…" he whispered, smiling sadly. "the woman was guilty… although now that I reflect, maybe not so much as I would like to think…"

Naruto snorted at that, entirely not convinced.

"As for what you said earlier… it was not your mother that I loved… it was Minato."

AN: OHHHHH WHAT? :D