Hidden Genes

Summary: There is a type of jutsu only one shinobi could use,the Shodaime became famous for it being impossible for anyone who doesn't have his DNA, and even then it was rare. Sharingan is an Uchiha doujutsu,so no one can have it unless an eye is given, so why does the Kyuubi vessel have both?Why does he move like the Yondaime?

He ignored Kurama's frantic yells and just thought, over and over again, "I'm sorry," to him as he heard them coming upon him, sensed them raising their weapons (or makeshift weapons) and closed his eyes, hoping to be embraced by his parents in death and feeling bad for dragging the demon fox along with him-

When a cold voice stopped his would be killers dead in their tracks.

"How dare you trespass on this land?" Shiveres ran down everyone's spines and they looked up, taking a step back upon seeing a crouching figure on top of a sealed off chimney, looking down on them with cold red eyes with one tomoe. Naruto looked up at his savior and felt a thrill travel down the length of his own body when he met the eyes so similar to his own. Upon recognizing the blond on the ground, the red eyes narrowed as they turned back to the mob. "Get out or I'll kill you."

Even the ANBU shivered at the threat, as they were never going to underestimate an Uchiha prodigy again, not after what the last one turned out to be. One jonin, however, wasn't quite so smart as to get the hint not to piss off a Sharingan user. They hadn't even known that the boy had activated his Sharingan at this age. He was far too similar to his brother.

"Uchiha-kun," that one not so wise jonin said in a friendly voice with a disarming smile on his face. He didn't notice the glare getting scarier. "Sorry for disrupting your peace but we had not known you would be here-"

"I moved back in a few hours ago. Not that it's any of your concerns. Now get out." Sasuke snapped a second time and though his voice was that of a child, it was still a lot deeper than it was necessary for someone to sound scary. Must be an Uchiha trait.

The unwise man just put up his hands in surrender. "Once again, my apologies. But you see, we saw this delinquent running towards here with some paint-" he ignored Naruto's gasp and indignant protests. "-and we had feared he would try to defile your family's grounds, so we had followed him here with the intent to stop and punish him."

Sasuke all but glowered at them now. "I told him to come with the paint, since I wanted to remodel. He's supposed to be here and you're trespassing. Get. Out."

The jonin still wasn't getting the message. "But Uchiha-kun, you really shouldn't spend time with trash like him-gragh!" The man turned his stunned gaze to the three kunai poking out from his stomach and the six shuriken that had hit his arms. Most of the villagers stepped back. It would seem the broody Uchiha boy had finally lost his patience and didn't care for the consequences. The man looked up, a glare of his own in place. "You'll pay for that, you insolent little brat!"

"Oh?" The jonim froze when he felt a kunai poking at his privates, since Sasuke was a kid and wasn't nearly tall enough to reach his throat. This worked just fine for him. He looked down and froze in fright when Sharingan eyes glared up at him from where Sasuke was getting ready to stab him where it was going to hurt the most. The man whimpered but one of the ANBU present stepped in before any more injuries could happen.

"That's enough. Everyone go home." The villagers hesitated for only a second before hurrying out of the estate's grounds, never daring to look back. They hadn't even seen the dark haired boy move from all the way up there to their level. He really was too much like his brother. The ANBU who had spoken up turned to look at Sasuke, dressed in his black pj's but still scary in the moonlight. "I am sorry we intruded on your home, Uchiha-kun. I promise it won't ever happen again."

"See that it doesn't." The Uchiha orphan told them with a sneer and the ANBU quickly led the bleeding jonin away before the man said something that might earn them quite a few burns from the boy. He would rather not find out just how similar Sasuke really was to his brother.

Said Uchiha turned around to look at the blond that was still on his property and he knelt down beside him, helping the younger boy to sit up. Blue eyes refused to meet the now once again black eyes, embarrassed to be in such a situation in front of Sasuke. The older orphan just looked him over, seeing his scrapped knees and elbows and the rather big gash on his left calf before he scooped Naruto up into his arms. The blond yelped at the action, arms involuntarily going around Sasuke's neck as he tried to get his heart beat to calm down some. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at how light the blond was but shrugged it off. He was glad for it at the moment because it meant he could carry him easier to the main house, where he had decided to still live.

When he got into the house, Sasuke just passed by the big living room and the medium sized kitchen in which he and his family ate most of the time, going instead straight for his own bedroom, where he gently deposited the still blushing blond on his own bed. He left for the bathroom so he could get the first aid kit, letting Naruto take in his surroundings in the spacious house. He returned to Naruto trying to sneak away and the Uchiha scowled.

"What do you think you're doing, moron? Sit back down so I can have a look at your wounds." The blond looked up at him with a deer caught in the headlights expression on his face before it gave way to a suspicious look.

"Why?"

"Because you're injured-"

"Not that." The smaller boy interrupted and the scowl on the pale face deepened. He did not like being interrupted but he let the blond finish anyway. "Why did you stop them? Why did you save me?"

"I don't have to answer that, idiot." The raven haired boy told him coldly but Naruto brushed off the hint that this was not something Sasuke wanted to talk about.

"Why?"

"Because they were trespassing."

"Huh?" The blond was confused.

"Because they were trespassing. It is a far and wide known fact that Uchiha are possessive, protective and very territorial. In Konoha and most of our village's allies, everyone knows that you should never trespass on an Uchiha's territory, because it is our clan's law that we are allowed to deal with the trespassers how we deem necessary. They were trespassing and I dealt with them accordingly." The older boy replied as he pushed Naruto back on the bed. The blond was weaker than him so he went without protest. Besides, Sasuke had just saved his life; he owed him that much.

"Okay, but why didn't you chase me away? I was trespassing, too."

"I am dealing with you how I see fit. And I see it fit to treat your wounds so shut up."

But Naruto didn't seem to understand how to follow that particular order. "But why?"

"I thought I already told you that it's because you are injured-" Sasuke started in an annoyed tone of voice, only for the Kyuubi vessel to interrupt him again.

"Why did you save me?!" It was a scream, a demand that echoed throughout the entire empty mansion that used to belong to Sasuke, his parents and his brother. Now only Sasuke lived there and the echoes of the yell caused both boys to flinch. It reminded them that they were both alone with no one in the damn world. Well, Sasuke still had his brother ... yeah. "You didn't have to." The blond continued in a whisper and Sasuke tensed. Who wouldn't want to be saved!? "You'll get in trouble for what you did to that jonin."

"Hmph. He'll be the one in trouble, once I tell the Hokage just why he got hurt." The Uchiha crossed his arms and glared out of the window. "As for why I saved you," he gulped down the knot that suddenly formed in his throat. "I never owe someone."

"Come again?" The whiskered boy questioned and Sasuke sighed. He tugged on Naruto's left leg so that he could reach his left calf and he started cleaning out the wound.

"You saw how others treated me and understood I don't want to be treated like I'm made of fucking-" Naruto's eyes widened at the cuss word but didn't say anything in fear of pissing the Uchiha off. "-glass and instead of joining in on the babying, you argued with me. As if you knew I needed and outlet for all the stress and anger and you were offering it up on a silver platter. I took it without thinking just how much you were offering me. Those fights kept me sane since the massacre, so this is me paying you back."

"But now I owe you." The blond weakly countered. He was blushing, as red as a rape tomato, because Sasuke had noticed what he was doing and was grateful for it. It filled Naruto with a strange warmth inside. No one had ever been grateful for something he had done before. Sasuke looked up from his work and raised an eyebrow at the blushing face. Naruto actually looked ... kinda cute like that. "You saved me, chased away the villagers and now you're treating my wounds."

The raven haired boy frowned. "Well, we'll be even if you just shut up and let me do this." The blond thought it over before nodding. And indeed he was quiet until the Uchiha finished up and stood up to put away the first aid kit and throw away the used up things when he felt something tugging at the hem of his high-collared, long-sleeved, black Uchiha shirt and he looked down.

Naruto fidgeted under the stare but still said what he had wanted to. "Anou, Sasuke ..." Blue eyes looked up through tick eyelashes and the little Uchiha felt his heart skip a beat. "Thank you. For everything."

"Hn," was all Sasuke dared say before all but sprinting out of the room. Once in the kitchen, he clutched at his chest, over his heart as he wondered why Naruto caused such a reaction. When he returned to his room, Naruto was once again out of bed and looked ready to leave and Sasuke rolled his eyes. He took Naruto's hand without thought and tugged the blond back onto bed with him. When Naruto made to try and move away, Sasuke put his arms around the smaller boy and drew him to his chest. Naruto blushed to the roots of his hair but didn't dare make a sound as he was sure it would come out as a squeak. "You can stay the night, but all other rooms are still dusty and I don't gave a spare futon at the moment. Just sleep here."

The Kyuubi vessel just nodded shyly, tiredly, not even realizing how tired he was until he was lying down. He felt himself go completely lax in Sasuke's hold. Something about the slightly older boy made him feel so relaxed that Naruto didn't know how to describe it. "Good night, Sasuke." He was asleep before he heard the returning "Good night, Naruto," both boys falling into the deepest, most restful sleep in a long time.

In the morning, when Naruto returned to his apartment building, he saw his home had been completely trashed, all his furniture burned, his small amounts of food all over the floor, his study materials shredded to pieces and what little money he had gone. It was the villagers' revenge for him escaping death at their hands once more, leaving the blond homeless.