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Ok, I lied about updating KWSC ... I just wanted to update this so you all know that Sasuke is NOT dead. Um... the Itachi and Hidan filler will be up some other chapter XD

Keep up with all those reviews! Keeps me updatin' fast XD

New character in this arc: Othello

An obese man strolled out of the back room of his icecream shop, his dark blue umbrella tucked under his left arm as he locked the door behind him. He coughed into his hand and tucked his keys away, his bald head bright under the flourescent lights by the blenders. Two employees greeted him as he passed them, decked out in their pink and white uniforms.

He stepped by the main kitchen and eyed one of his workers with small black eyes, coming to a stop as he realized the boy was daydreaming. Groaning, he waddled over to the teenager and shook him from his thoughts, earning him a light yelp of surprise.

"If I find you daydreaming again, you're fired. You got that, Silo?" he threatened gruffly, watching his employee nod before turning on his heel and leaving the parlor.

Silo was now fifteen, his face (like every other child) having lost its baby fat. His girly figure was covered with a tight and snug pink dress uniform that cut off seven inches above his knees, his hairless legs bent slightly as he leaned against the counter by the drive-thru window. His black hair almost reached his shoulders, the locks more tamed now than before, but still a tad bit unruly. And his blue eyes were more stunning than before, outlined slightly with eyeliner.

"Silo! You only have five minutes left before you're free from this hell hole! At least do something useful!" a short girl said as she hung up her apron. She was one of Silo's classmates in highschool, Aubrey Ellyse. She was loud, cocky, and bossy, but she was one of the crow's good friends.

Silo pouted, brushing a long strand of hair out of his pretty face. "It's two in the afternoon, no one buys icecream now. Everyone's at work or at home."

Aubrey scoffed and shoved him toward the doors. "Then get your girly ass home! You said you had to help your dad with the house, right? Oh, tell him I said hi!" she shoed him away with a big smirk, slapping his butt.

Silo rubbed his sore behind and began his way home, walking down the same sidewalk he went down everyday after work. He and Naruto still lived in Frederick, not because it was terribly exciting or anything, but because they thought Itachi wouldn't be able to find them if they moved. They each knew deep down, though, that the Uchiha would be able to locate them no matter what country they were in.

But their choice in staying there was mostly forced by the thought of leaving behind their memories of Sasuke.

The cool breeze washed over the teen's skin and he looked up at the bright blue sky, wondering what Haruka and Majik were doing right at that moment. Not a day went by where Silo didn't think of them. Those two were his best friends as a child and it would stay that way, despite the thousands of miles between them. He hadn't talked to them since the day Sasuke had died, but he knew they still thought of him.

He hoped they did.

Turning the corner into a cozy neighborhood, he walked up the driveway of the first house on the right and pulled out his rainbow key (which Kiba had given him) and pushed it into the lock, twisting the knob and opening the heavy wooden door. Dust assaulted him immediately and he coughed, closing his eyes and backing up into the grass.

"Dad, what're you doing in there?" he'd given up on calling him Chichiue years ago, when he turned ten.

There was coughing coming from inside, then Naruto ran out wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt. His messy golden hair was matted down with sweat and he collapsed into the grass, rolling over and laughing. He grinned at his son and motioned for him to sit beside him.

Silo sighed and plopped down in the grass, careful of the short dress uniform he was wearing. "Was that your idea of cleaning? How are we going to go back in with all that dust?"

"I opened all of the windows in the house, so it should be aired out within an hour. Man, you should've seen that huge ass duster thing I used-- Hey... how come you're wearing your dress today? Haven't you been taking your medicine?" Naruto frowned, sitting up and brushing grass from his yellow mop of hair.

Smiling a bit, Silo tilted his head to the side, trying to look innocent. "But Dad, you know those pills make me depressed."

Naruto sat up and shoved his face close to his son's. "That's a lot better than you sneaking out at night with those men. Now, as soon as the house is done being aired out, you'll take your medicine and lie down. You can't be depressed if you're sleeping, right?"

Silo huffed and pouted, his pink bottom lup jutting out cutely.

xXxXx

Staring at the wall across from his bed, Silo looked at all of the pictures of him with Sasuke, or of him with his best friends. Rolled on his side, his right arm was dangling over the edge of the mattress, his fingers twitching as he began to hear gunshots echo inside of his head. Closing his eyes slowly, he rolled over and covered his ears with his palms, trying to block out the noise. He could hear the gunshots, Sasuke's gurgled confession, and his father's pleas for the raven to stay with him.

Eyes snapping open, he abruptly sat up and lowered his feet to the wooden floor. He stood and quickly went over to his closet, pulling open the sliding doors and searching through the many wardrobes. He pushed his normal clothes aside to yank out a black dress and a cinnamon-colored wig.

He held the items in his hands and looked down at them as if he was begging for them to just disappear, but then he laid them on the bed and began sliding off his pajama shirt, revealing creamy skin and healed scars that had lately blended in with his color. Pulling off the rest of his attire, he slipped on a pair of pink panties and his dress, the wardrobe a tight fit. He then clipped up his hair and put on the wig, looking at himself in his full-body mirror.

He then smirked and began applying lip gloss.

xXxXx

Naruto climbed into his car and pulled out his cellphone to make sure that Silo didn't need to get picked up from work today.

It'd been nine years since they'd returned to the U.S. and he'd gotten a good job as a businessman for an electronic company. He'd given up acting because it felt wrong without Sasuke and when he even tried to act something out, he'd see the Uchiha's face in his mind, stopping him dead. While he'd come out of the incident without any serious problems, Silo was a different story. The child had gone to see a psychiatrist many times and had actually been diagnosed with a disorder when he'd turned nine.

He pulled onto the highway and redialed Silo's cellphone number after he didn't pick up the first two times. After a few more rings, his son picked up.

"Mmm?" he sounded tired.

Naruto frowned. "Silo? What's wrong?"

"Y-you're on your way home, right? I think... one of those guys put something in my drink last night. I keep throwing up..."

Naruto turned the corner and gripped tightly onto his steering wheel. "You went out last night?.! Why? I thought you took your medicine--"

"I did, Dad, but... they don't work anymore. I really tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. I'm really sorry..."

"No, it's fine. Just... drink a lot of water and I'll be home soon. We'll watch a movie together and I'll schedule an appointment with your doctor so you can get a different treatment, alright?"

"Ok..." then there was the sound of gagging and Silo shut off his cellphone.

Naruto closed his own phone and tucked it away, feeling like he was worthless. He tried so hard to keep his son in tune with his normal life, but it was like his efforts weren't good enough. He spent as much time with Silo as possible, he gave up dating to be a full-time father, he paid hundreds of dollars for Silo's medicine, and he even paid for a specific doctor and therapist. But all of his work wasn't doing any good.

After Sasuke's death, Silo had suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. After four years, that had morphed into something worse; Dissociative disorder, also known as Multiple Personality Syndrome. The boy had tried to cope with his sadness and memories, but in the end, it just split up his mind into two different parts. There was the normal Silo, who dressed like any other boy and was like every other teenager; and then there was Melee, the part of Silo that believed he was a female. Melee was the vulgar and slutty side of the crow.

Naruto knew that the whole reason why it was a woman that was created, was because Silo was heavily influenced by his highschool friend, Othello. The boy was a crossdresser and no one would know he was actually a male unless he told them himself. He had been such a good friend to Silo ever since they'd returned to Frederick and the blond knew it was Othello that inspired the creation of Melee.

Turning onto his street, he pulled up into the open garage and quickly climbed out, locking the door, closing the garage door, and racing inside, hoping not to see Silo lying on the bathroom floor. Instead, he found the crow sitting on the sofa with a bottle of water in his shaking grasp. His face looked pale, but he smiled at his father.

"Okaeri," he welcomed Naruto.

Rushing over to the couch, Naruto sat down and pulled Silo against him, getting into a comfortable position. He sighed and tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling, praying that his son would get better soon. He hated seeing him like this, he hated not being able to control Melee, and to watch him leave at night then return in the morning after, sick and crying, was too much for him.

"I already picked out a movie. It's in the VCR," Silo whispered with his head on his dad's shoulder. Some might think it was weird to be this close to his father, but really, the blond was everything he had and would ever had if he continued to suffer from his condition.

Naruto reached over and grabbed the remote, setting the TV and VCR up. Pressing play, the menu of 'Alterna' came on. It was his and Sasuke's movie...

"Are you sure you want to watch this?"

Silo nodded. "Maybe if I force myself to see him all the time, I'll get better."

But he knew deep inside, that he was just lying to himself.

xXxXx

Aubrey watched her friend yawn for the twentieth time in the past five minutes. She rolled her eyes and handed her customer his hot fudge sundae with a sweet smile, despite her pissed off mood.

"Silo!" she snapped and turned once the last customer at the moment was gone. "Get your act together, you have a job to do! There's someone at the window!"

Said worker wiped his eyes and stumbled over to the window, pulling it open and taking the customer's order. He handed it to Aubrey and she just grumbled, taking it and getting to work, mumbling about lazy emo boys.

Silo let another worker take his place as he decided to take his break, feeling a bit too tired to do anything at the moment. He knew his friends didn't care and his boss wasn't going to come by anytime that day, so he told himself he was only going to take a small nap.

Wandering outside, he plopped down at one of the wooden benches and rested his cheek against the prickly surface, closing his eyes. He thought he was still awake, but when he heard someone talking fairly similar to how Majik would talk and someone replying in annoyance like Haruka, he knew he must've been dreaming... but there weren't any visuals.

Opening his eyes slowly, he glanced up, only to come face to face with a grinning teenage boy. He jumped back, startled by the bubbling male.

"Little Miss!.!" the boy turned and yanked on his friend's arm. "Look, it's Little Miss! We found 'im!" he had black and white hair and very unusual clothes. Now that Silo thought about it...

"M-Majik...?" he looked over at the other teenager and after one good look at the silver hair and red eyes, he felt his heart speed up and his eyes water. "Haruka...kun...?"

Haruka stepped forward and reached out, pressing his cool fingers against Silo's heated cheek, tracing the cheekbones. He then smiled and spoke, his voice deeper and oddly sinful. "Silo, we've missed you."

Silo yanked himself away from the table and almost tripped when he ran around it and leaped into their arms, startling Haruka (since he was still blind). He felt their arms around him and tried to keep himself from crying, but he couldn't, his shoulders shaking and hot tears dripping from his long lashes.

And instead of just staying in their arms, he pulled away and glared at them with damp eyes.

"Why didn't you ever contact me?.! I thought you'd forgot about me, you-- you idiots!" he wiped at his eyes and choked on a sob. "A-and then you suddenly show up and have me crying like a little girl..."

Majik grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, but Mr. Weasal was tryin' to keep stuff underwraps, ya know? Oh! And there's some pretty good news that I know you'll wanna hear! It's ' bout your Otosan!"

"My... Otosan?"

xXxXx

Naruto finished setting the table, knowing that Silo was going to come home soon, and stretched. He grinned to himself, placing his famous riceballs filled with strawberry jam in the very center of the wooden table. He'd created them once out of sheer boredom one night and the item was now a part of the Uzumaki family every day diet.

Waltzing into the living room, he turned on the TV and set it to cartoons, what he knew Silo loved the most. The boy might've grown up on the outside, but he was still a little kid on the inside. He was about to go into his room to stick on a pair of PJ's, but a joyful knock at the door stopped him. He spun around on his bare heel and rushed to the door, not expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" he asked, hoping it wasn't anyone trying to sell him bibles. He had enough of those shoved in a drawer in the guest room. One was good enough, but he never really used it, except for propping up his lamp table in the living room.

"Kinpatsu-cha! It's meeeeeeee!" a voice sung from behind the thick door.

Naruto froze, his hand on the silver knob. He hesitently twisted it and pulled the door open, a very healthy looking Hidan in front of him, wearing a goofy grin. He was pushed aside, though, and the silver-haired man made his way inside, looking the place over.

"Nice house--"

"What're you doing here?" Naruto's voice was low. He was happy, yet... memories were flooding back, memories he didn't want to remember.

Hidan blinked his amethyst eyes. "Why, I said we were going to contact you sooner or later, so I thought it's be nice to see you in person again," he grinned. "And me and Weasal-san have a little surprise for you and Silo! Too bad the little squirt's not here, though," he frowned a bit. He hadn't changed much in the past nine years, only a defined wrinkle on his forehead while furrowing his brows was the sign of his aging.

"You don't contact me for almost ten years and you just drop by to give me a surprise?" Naruto asked.

"Mmmm, well, we're gonna crash here for a bit. Maybe a month or two, then we're gonna head back to Japan. After all, we still have Orochimaru to deal with. Weasal-san was so close to killin' him, but the cops got in the way," he sighed. "Well, time for your surprise! Roll him in, Weasal-san!"

The sound of wheels rolling and pebbles being crunched under feet was what Naruto heard. Then Itachi walked in, looking not a day older than when Naruto had last seen him, pushing in someone sitting in a wheelchair.

The blond froze.

Sasuke sat in the metal chair, his skin extremely pale, his black eyes downward, focusing on the folded hands on his lap. His raven hair was long (down to his elbows) and he was just motionless, as if he was a porcelain doll. He stepped forward and fell to his knees in front of his friend, his blue eyes wide and dry, his tears for the man having been shed all those years ago.

Hidan spoke, "The second reason why we didn't contact you earlier was because we wanted to wait until Sasu-chan woke up. He's been a coma for the past nine years and he'd just recently woken up. His muscles aren't working right, so he can't move, talk, or control the movement of his eyes. But if you talk to him, he can hear you."

Naruto reached forward and touched Sasuke's hand, his own limbs shaking.

"Sasuke..." he smiled, a heart warming upturn of pink lips. "Sasuke, you made me think you were dead you stupid teme... " he wiped at his eyes, tears finally springing to life.

He laughed, a sob ripping itself from his throat.

Sasuke's back, Silo's an ill person, and Naruto's a businessman, OH MY!