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?

Sasuke woke up with a mission the next morning, earlier than any other villager other than the dobe himself. The blond seemed to always wake up extra early to check on the crops each morning before the farmers came and maybe get in some alone time training before returning to the hut and sleeping a few more hours before helping with breakfast. Today was no exception, other than the fact that Tsunami and Sasuke had absolutely agreed on it that Naruto deserved to at least have a small cake for his birthday, so the Uchiha had bought ingredients last night and was assigned to absolutely without question wake up Tsunami so she can bake it.

So Sasuke made quick of his morning business before lightly knocking on the door of the room Sakura shared with their hostess and waiting until he got a response. It took ten minutes but Tsunami finally answered the door, fully dressed and a bit sleepy bit definitely determined to make this day very special to Naruto. They quietly made their way down to the kitchen, where they weren't at all surprised to see Kakashi already awake and waiting for them, ready to help them or distract Naruto should he need to. The plan for the day was already agreed upon. They would greet Naruto with a fresh cake and then Kakashi would take him to the shrine and they would pray for his parents. The rest of the day will go like it always does and then Tsunami will serve them homemade ramen for dinner. The plans were made, the ingredients were bought and all that was now left was for it to be executed like a mission: effectively and efficiently.

Tsunami spent an hour baking the cake and the genin and jonin were of very little help to the woman, much to her amusement and their embarrassment. However, they were of help with breakfast making and setting the table. They were both geniuses and weren't that hopeless in the kitchen. Sakura, Tazuna and Inari will just have to settle to food not prepared by Naruto for a day. Still, Sasuke and Kakashi were somewhat proud with how good everything had turned out, which was a good thing. Everything looked edible and Tsunami said that it tasted how it should, even if Kakashi had added a bit too much salt to the rice and if Sasuke had let the miso soup cook a bit too long. It wouldn't be too noticeable and at the very least, nothing was undercooked so there will be no stomach aches later on.

The three were very satisfied with how everything had worked out, including the small cake that had just finished baking when Naruto entered Kakashi's sensing range. Sasuke ran up to the sleeping quarters and woke everyone up, dragging Sakura and Tazuna out of their beds with the help of Inari. The boy had been allowed to sleep longer than the other three planners of Naruto's birthday morning surprise since Tsunami claimed he could burn water in the kitchen, but the boy had picked out a gift for Naruto last night when Sasuke took off into the village to buy the ingredients. He had told the ninja where to go and what to get and Sasuke had complied, returning to the hut with a small gift wrapped in a red wrapping paper. Seeing how this will possibly be the first birthday gift Naruto ever received, Sasuke doubted he'll be dissatisfied no matter what was inside the little box.

By the time Naruto was opening the door to the little hut, everyone was wide awake and Sakura and Tazuna were briefed about the situation. Both agreed almost instantly, neither finding it in themselves to believe what they were actually hearing. For someone as cheerful as Naruto to have never celebrated his birthday ... Needless to say, they were quite shocked. So just before the blond opened the door, both the kunoichi and the old man decided that they would make this the best damn birthday for the blond as they possibly could. So they all settled to wait for Naruto in the kitchen, already knowing enough about his sharp senses to know it would be useless to try and hide or make it seem as though they were anywhere else, and they waited until Naruto entered said room. The blond would no doubt be dumbfounded that they had woken up before he made breakfast for them ...

The look of surprise on his face when he saw what they had done instead of sleeping was definitelly worth it waking up at such an ungodly hour. "Surprise! Happy Birthday Naruto!" The blond's surprise turned first to confusion, then to uncertainty, slowly morphing into understanding, then delight and soon enough, Naruto had the truest smile on his face that Sasuke had seen on him as of yet. His eyes were a bit wet, the Uchiha realized, probably from how emotional all of this was making him. It was, after all his first happy birthday. It was the first time anyone wished him anything good on this day other than Kurama. Iruka and Sarutobi had tried, naturally, as had Itachi and Kakashi while they and a few others used to look after him as a toddler. They all tried to tell him that during the tenth day of October, but Itachi was still young and often spent most of his day with his family or out on missions. Kakashi visited the graves of his comrades and his sensei. Iruka's parents died on that same day so he tended to cry in front of the memorial to all the fallen shinobi during the Kyuubi attack. Hiruzen usually spent that day of the year dissuading others from attacking Naruto, fighting against those that demanded his execution or arguing with Danzo over not making Naruto into Konoha's number one weapon. The old man selling him ramen was forgetful and his daughter wasn't there all the time, either, so since he turned four, the only person who ever told Naruto 'Happy Birthday' was Kurama.

The fox had already congratulated his birthday the second Naruto woke up for his morning training.

This ...

He had not been expecting this. The warmth that filled him up inside was overwhelming and he couldn't quite hold back the tears. Was it sad that these were the first ever tears of joy shed on his birthday? It didn't matter. His new friends had actually went out of their way to prepare a little surprise for him. He wasn't going to cry and ruin it. He wasn't, really. So what was this liquid spilling down his cheeks?

"You okay there, dobe?" A half concerned, half teasing voice asked from his right and he looked through blurry, teary eyes at the casual looking, seemingly uncaring raven haired genius. But even without his own Sharingan, Naruto could read people really well. He could tell Sasuke was actually getting a bit worried that they had upset him in some way, the baka...

"I'm f-fine, teme. Just got something in my eye." The others couldn't help but smile at the lame excuse and the attempt at remaining seemingly all rough and tough. Really, Naruto could sometime be just too cute for his own good. He then looked at them with his bright blue eyes that, for just a second, seemed too old in his young face. "Thank you all, dattebayo. You have no idea," he paused, looking down with a slight dusting of pink on his round cheeks. "How much this all means to me."

A heavy but careful hand landed on his head and ruffled his wild, golden locks. Naruto looked up through both his hair and his eye lashes at his sensei and Kakashi smiled at him from behind the mask covering the lower half of his face. "What are friends and comrades for, Naruto."

The Uzumaki beamed at them all before Sakura ushered him to take a seat at the table, Tsunami and Inari setting his food in front of him while Tazuna took it upon himself to entrain the blond, and the rest of them, with some crazy stories from his youth, some funny jokes he heard or interesting myths that go around the village and the Water Country. Sasuke and Kakashi boasted about their cooking skills when Naruto took seconds and Sakura had rolled her eyes at the uncharacteristic show of childishness in both geniuses, much to Naruto's and Inari's amusement. Said blond and brunet spent a good part of breakfast bickering in a friendly manner after that until Sasuke took up his usual role and the Uchiha and the Uzumaki were acting almost like an old married couple, now being the main source of entertainment for the rest of the house's inhabitants. They settled down only after Tsunami brought out a cake with two candles lit, decorated only by simple white cream and a swirl of chocolate sauce that resembled Naruto's family's symbol so much that the blond felt close to tears again.

Don't be a crybaby, Kit. Kurama grumbled teasingly from within his Jinchuuriki's mind space. It's ruining my reputation.

Shut up, fuzz butt.

Happy Birthday, Naruto! The fox just chirped back happily, enjoying his host's rare moment of pure happiness as the cake was set before the orange clad ninja. May all your wishes come true.

I don't think I can ask for anymore, the humble reply sobered up the fox immediately but he didn't let his host feel it as he blew out the candles when his friends sang him the birthday song. He hid his rage and hatred towards Konoha and its people, as well. He hated them for the way they were treating his Jinchuuriki. Naruto was a very sweet kid, a good kid. He deserved a lot better than how they acted towards him. The least he deserved was for people not to try to kill him on his birthday. Until four years ago, when Naruto finally moved out of his destroyed apartment, the blond had had to stay out on the streets and in the forest during his birthday. He couldn't even sneak into the cemetery to pay his respects to his parents - in secret, of course, since he's not supposed to even know who they were - since the people of Konoha believed he'd go there for the sole purpose of mocking the dead.

Kurama wasn't ashamed to say he was fond of his little Kit. Nor was he ashamed to admit he was very protective of Naruto, too. The blond had forgiven him despite being directly responsible for how tragic his life was, from his lack of parents and family to the hatred and scorn that were directed at him every day of his young life. Naruto didn't hate him for it. He knew what had happened twelve years ago, on this very same day, knew that Kurama wasn't exactly against doing what he did and the child still didn't hate him. Instead, he became Kurama's friend, keeping the trapped Kyuubi company as well as enjoying his company in turn when his loneliness became too much to bear. He didn't ask Kurama to teach him things at first, seemingly fearing he'd annoy the only friend he will actually have for the rest of his life since they were bound that way but he knew Kurama could just go back to not talking to him ever again so he hesitated to bother the giant fox. But after Kurama admitted he enjoyed imparting his 'limitless knowledge' (back then, Naruto had believed him; today, it was a tease between them, sometimes even a taunt when they were bickering good naturally) on his Jinchuuriki, Naruto started asking for lessons with increasing frequency until they actually established a timetable for the things Kurama was going to teach him.

There were still days Naruto hesitated to ask for help in his Sharingan training, also something very understandable from the boy. He knew Kurama hated the red eyed Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha and was always baffled when Kurama insisted on him training it. He always thought the fox would be ... uncomfortable to have a Sharingan using Jinchuuriki.

What Kurama will never tell the boy is that he would be uncomfortable in such a situation ... Had his Jinchuuriki been anyone other than Naruto himself, that is. He had been surprised when he first realized it just weeks after meeting the boy for the first time that he actually ... trusted to blond. That trust only grew as Naruto did, to the point that he actually encouraged the kid to learn as much about the two Kekkei Genkai he came to posses under truly still unknown circumstances that he should hate, since both Mokuton and the Sharingan can control biju. Yet he had always known Naruto would never misuse these Kekkei Genkai, and most certainly not against Kurama. Giving the human so much of his trust when his species, his very clan for that matter, had seen in him nothing but a weapon or a danger was surely absurd and crazy but Kurama knew Naruto was different.

Which is why he hated seeing Naruto so rarely genuinely happy. If he could right now, he would have popped out to celebrate with his Jinchuuriki and his new friends, too, but he wondered how well he would be received by Kakashi on a day like this. The jonin might be a lot more tolerable towards him than any other villager would have been if they had seen that Naruto's 'kuchiyose' is a fox, but Kurama didn't know if he'd be that open-minded on the anniversary of his beloved sensei's death. He knew it would be a bad idea, but he was still tempted. He very rarely got to hear Naruto laughing out in the real world even when Naruto 'let him out', so to say. It was probably a good thing that he still couldn't be summoned into the real world yet, due to Tazuna's actions on the day Team 7 had been assigned this mission in the first place.

Still, he was even more tempted to do it just to thank these people as he observed from within Naruto's mind space as the morning progressed. Naruto nearly cried again when they gave him his present. It was nothing grand and most would be very displeased by it, but this was the first birthday gift - a real one that didn't involve a coupon for free ramen from Iruka, some more pocket money from the Hokage or sweets from Itachi if he managed to see the blond on that day - Naruto ever got. It was just a silly apron with a fox on it and the words BEST COOK IN THE WORLD on it. It still made Naruto glomp his friends. And for once, Sakura allowed it! Maybe she was warming up to her blond teammate, too.

Kakashi did indeed bring Naruto to the local shrine, a small red, fancy house a little west of the village, just in front of the woods. They prayed for about twenty minutes, Naruto actually feeling a few tears drip down his face when Kakashi started talking about his parents, how kind and brave and sometimes silly they were, how excited they were that they were having Naruto and how eagerly they had went to each of the doctor's appointments. Kurama confirmed each and every one of the stories, muttering how they wouldn't want Naruto to cry on his birthday, which eventually stemmed the tears.

Afterwards, they returned to the hut, both feeling a bit exhausted, both emotionally and physically. It was still awfully early, so they went for a little nap before they could face the day again. The others were already sleeping by the time they arrived back, anyway, so there was no one to fault them for being a bit lazy.

But, hours later, when Tazuna had to go to work, only three ninja followed him to the bridge, figuring Naruto deserved to sleep in on his birthday. Maybe if they had waited for the blond, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe it would have went a lot smoother. Maybe less blood would have coated the cement tiles of the new bridge. Maybe Naruto wouldn't have ended up even more convinced that his birthday was a day for dying. Maybe he would have sensed them long before the attack would have come.

But they didn't.

And the price was too high, in Naruto's opinion.

Naruto never forgot that day.

Not many would.

It was the day the Land of the Waves, the Water Country, saw a true demon.

It was the day Naruto nearly lost control.