Thanks for the reviews!

deadly-grace - Wow, thanks! I've always been told that my emotions are pretty limited, so it means a lot that you think I can write them so well. I'm really disappointed in Sasuke in the manga and such. I think that's why he's such a jack ass in this. He's always hurting poor Naru-chan and deserves to be stabbed with red hot pokers. sigh But the dobe loves him and now he's hurting more…Your POV was pretty much what I was trying to portray, so I'm glad it worked.

chearhate9199 - Danni hun; if you kill me, I'll never get it finished and you won't know how it ends. Either way, I'm updating now so I won't have to haunt your ass when you set me on fire. You know I have college work due in. Mou, you're so mean. Thanks for the ego boost, but you seriously shouldn't downgrade yourself so much. If you have a plot, can properly string sentences together and love to write, then BLOODY WELL CONTINUE WOMAN!!!!

sexy lad - Well no duh. I am very odd. But I don't see how this story leads you to the conclusion that I need to talk out repressed issues. You people know I have them - I generally inform most people I meet; but I still have no idea why this story alone means I'm disturbed or need counselling. Oh and don't worry - I will feel free to talk ALL the time. Lol.

Sorry if title change or summary change annoys or confuses people. I have no intention of changing it again. It was a spur of the moment decision and turned out bad for me. Anyway - Story…

NARUTO

Sasuke had come to Naruto for two more nights; then stopped. The meeting with Tsunade and the Hyuuga had them confused, so they had said. Research into the seal and the origins of Kyuubi were being done before they could get back to him. He felt, generally, weak and moody. It was the third night Sasuke was a no show and he hadn't said anything to him at the bridge.

And that left him here, alone in bed, thinking of the time gone by. Slowly he closed his watery eyes, once more willing sleep to come. It didn't, so he rose dejectedly and dressed in regular clothes. A black t-shirt with a red spiral, long, black baggy pants and his jacket, zipped against the cold. Pulling on sandals, he walked out into the night.

He was out of it. He was so out of it, in fact, that he completely walked into the person before him. It was dark. They were in the shadows of a tree, dressed in dark clothes and fishnets. His eyes were closed and arms folded in seemingly deep thought.

"Did you know; Kyuubi was a female?" Came the monotone, low voice.

He laughed. For the first time in what felt like an overly long time, Uzumaki Naruto laughed. He laughed so hard, that he cried. "Nice one nii-san. You sure know how to make someone smile again."

Naruto glanced up and could have sworn he saw a small upturn of lips on the man. "Actually, it's true."

"Uhh…She has a deep voice for a woman."

"Quite. Technically, all Demons are both sexes, Naruto-kun, but yours is inclined to female." The deep voice replied.

"H-How do you know my name? And about the Kyuubi – how-?"

"I'm hurt, Naruto-kun." The eyes opened to the red of the Sharingan.

"I-I-Itachi."

"I'll be back for you in eight months, Naruto."

"…Wait! Eight months? I don-"

"You're pregnant, Naruto. Has Tsunade-hime not informed you yet?"

"B-But I-I'm a guy – I-I can't-t get preg…Why do you even care anyway?" He frowned.

"I'm not a monster, Naruto-kun. I only kill what I need to kill. I have no grudge against you, merely the Kyuubi, whom we want. I'll allow you to go free today on one condition. You come without a fight the moment your children are born."

"Huh? What are you, crazy?"

"Quite the contrary. You fight now and lose because the pregnancy is affecting your Chakra, or wait until something comes of this and give your valuable word as a ninja that you'll co-operate in the future. The choice is yours, Naruto-kun."

"H-How can I trust that what you're saying is true? If I fight I may hurt a baby I might not have. I-If I give you my word and find it's false…" Even though I say such things, my body screams that it's true. It's too tired for anything and if I got into a fight now, I know I'd lose.

"Literature does wonders for your vocabulary, Naruto."

"How-?!"

"I've been in Konoha for quite some time now, Naruto-kun; observing. You were never alone long enough in your apartment, if at all throughout the day. I'm sure my brother will be glad to find the clan can be continued."

A sad smile played along Naruto's face. If he had not been observing the Kyuubi container for as long as he had, he could have been unnerved by such a behaviour change. "I-" He hesitated. "Itachi-san, what…What does love feel like?"

Itachi's eyes widened briefly. "You're asking a killer to explain love?"

"Hai." Naruto grinned.

"Someone who doesn't love; you want to tell you?"

"Well, you must have done at some point, right?" He near pouted.

"If I succeed in this task, you will agree to my terms and come peacefully in eight months." He said firmly.

"Hai, hai - not like I have a choice anyway."

The submission was a huge deviation from Naruto's fighting persona; but even he knew he was no match. The depression, the weakness, but now, most of all, the fact that he was carrying a child. In some way the situation had become so real. If there was even one reason to take up the offer and yield, it would be that he's protecting something precious. He never had parents and it hurt to think that he would be leaving his child, but Sasuke could be there. And Sasuke would hate him if he killed his child…his clan…

"Your word."

He sighed; he didn't accept defeat well at all. He just needed to remember. This was better for everyone; to protect his precious people - and more importantly, the one who wasn't born yet. He gave up chasing his dreams to chase Sasuke down. Now he'd have to give up his life to save his kit's life. He placed a hand absently on his stomach. This was REAL. Then it hit him and he smiled, starting his oath nonchalantly.

"I - Uzumaki Naruto - do solemnly swear, upon my word as a Shinobi, that in eight months when the baby-that-may-not-exist, graces the world with his or her presence; I will dutifully and calmly follow Uchiha Itachi to the ends of the earth or my demise - whichever comes first." Even though his mind had easily accepted the fact that he was pregnant, he wouldn't have to leave with Itachi anywhere if the information was false. Besides - he never stated he would stop others from fighting him.

Itachi chuckled. "It's a shame you are the Kyuubi's container. You entertain me greatly."

To this Naruto grinned, rubbing a finger under his nose in a slightly embarrassed gesture, after the initial shock. The bastard could actually be pretty decent when he wanted to be. Like how he WAS letting him keep his kid…which still sounded so wrong.

"Yeah and I wish you weren't a mass murderer out for my hide. You're kinda fun to be around." He hesitated. "You know; when you're not trying to kill me and stuff."

"Okay then, Naruto-kun…Love is the act of completely devoting yourself to another. It feels like…you hurt when they hurt. When the person you love comforts you, the world seems so much better. When you're with them, everything else fades away and you'll even do foolish things, if only to see them smile. Love is knowing that, without thinking, you'll give your life for theirs. However, the ultimate act of love is being able to kill that person if they so wish it. To put your needs, wants and desires aside to fulfil their requests and concentrate on what it is they wish; even if it is to be free."

"…Wow…" Naruto whispered quietly to the air, as if scared to break such a majestic thing.

"Yes."

"…Have you ever felt that?"

"Once."

"Did she feel the same way?"

"He. And no. After all, he wanted me to kill him."

Another silence came over them. Naruto couldn't find it in himself to be shocked of the Uchiha's sexual preference. He did, in the end, also prefer men to women. At first he denied such a thing, but after a while; well Sakura just hit too damn hard. He was temped to blurt out a curt 'Well that sucks', but remembered all the times that fist came down with the message to think before he said something.

"I don't think…Sasuke…he doesn't love me either." Naruto stated, resigned. He had had his doubts, but tonight, for some reason everything was becoming so clear and…just…real.

"No. He does not."

There was a cold tone for the truth that Naruto resisted wincing at. It was said with such bluntness and conviction. He was hoping something different would have spilled from those lips; something reassuring, that could have been, at the least, that Sasuke was only able to love in the way he had been shown by him. If he really was having Sasuke's child, could Sasuke love it like a father should? Could he put the child in that situation - one he knew so well? Of three things he was now sure of. The first that the child was now his top priority; even over Sasuke…The second that he needed to talk to Sasuke; see if the love was there for a child…And lastly, that if he found none, that there was only one solution.

"Yosh." Naruto whispered softly. The scenario his mind had decided was the most likely spilling from his lips. "In eight months I will have a healthy baby and pass it onto Iruka and Kakashi."

"…Iruka and Kakashi?"

A dark eyebrow was risen when Naruto shot his head up. He had said that? Damn it.

"Oh, whoops." Naruto grinned, rubbing the back of his head, emitting a fool's behaviour to cover the embarrassing slip up from his wandering thoughts. He had the distinct feeling and somewhat knowing that Itachi meant 'Why them and not my brother?', but purposely took it another way. "They don't know I know, so shh. One good thing to come from Uzumaki Naruto is the continuous meetings of two Senseis that fell in love! Iruka-sensei blushes so much around Kakashi-sensei, it's funny."

Itachi chuckled once more. "Should you really be divulging these secrets to an enemy Shinobi, Naruto-kun?"

"Eh. I'm your target, right?" His arms were casually thrown behind his head. "Besides, you're the one going on about hate this, the that. Take or kill one and the other will hate you so much that you'll be defeated, right? If hate is really so strong?"

"You've gotten smarter, also."

"Yeah, books'll do that to ya. So, you know if Akatsuki aren't after Gaara or anything anymore, you can go tell him what love is as well, right? I mean, fuck, he had it worse than I did."

"Shouldn't you be thinking about yourself now, Naruto-kun?"

"Why?" Naruto narrowed his eyes. "I'm gonna be dead in eight months. What do I matter?"

Itachi's eyes widened a little for the second time that night. Naruto really was the most surprising ninja. "You are too good for this world, Naruto-kun." He said, turning away and looking up at the stars.

"You Uchihas." Naruto chuckled distantly. "You're such charmers."

Itachi smirked in response.

"Holy crap!" Itachi's smirk fell in confusion. "Don't stop. That was even sexier than Sasuke's. I think I just came in my pants." Naruto finished with a wide grin.

Another chuckle was produced. "How vulgar."

Naruto kept his grin and dropped to the floor, leaning on a tree. "You wanna watch the sun rise or are you disappearing before then?"

"I can watch the first rays." He detachedly spoke, sitting beside the blond rigidly. Leaving the Jinchuuriki here was not part of Akatsuki's plans and he didn't feel like having a confrontation over the fact his target had gotten himself pregnant.

"Hey, hey." Naruto spoke after a while. "Seeing as I'll be dead in eight months, can you tell me why you killed your own clan?" He looked hopeful.

"They were fools." If it weren't Uchiha Itachi, Naruto got the feeling he would've scowled, yet it was said in such a detached, cold tone.

"Eh? Even, like, the children?"

"Power hungry fools."

"Umm…"

"The clan's power, the clans prosperity, the cl-"

"Yes, Itachi, they were blind!" Naruto all but yelled, placing his hand on the other's arm. "But what about the children?"

"What about them?"

"Exactly. What did they have to die for?"

"Now that would be telling now, wouldn't it?" He smirked.

"A sadistic bastard shouldn't be so God damn sexy." Naruto mumbled, making to move his hand, only to feel it enclosed by another. With a sharp yank and push, he found himself straddled by the older Uchiha, who only smirked more, yet with an evil air. Naruto fought with a blush as a mouth descended to his neck and sucked hard on the flesh. If the hands on his wrists didn't subdue him, the feeling would have.

A loud, resonating moan was bought fourth from Naruto's throat, as his head flew back against the ground. Itachi repressed another smirk with a bite and lick of the coloured area, before pulling back with a passive demeanour. Naruto's head came to stare at him, confusion shown clear in his features. His mouth opened, but the words died as a tongue was thrust coaxingly between parted lips; neither rough, nor slow.

The shocking thing was how he kissed back. Itachi wasn't being forceful, but goading Naruto's tongue. He was pushing in dominance but allowing for resistance. His taste wasn't written or charted and he wasn't concerned with exploring the blond's mouth. It just was. It wasn't sexual. It held no promises. It was sort of like an understanding; at the very least, a desperation for an understanding. It was so much and so little, but Naruto felt guilty that he didn't want it to end.

"W-What are you doing?" The low sound that didn't want an answer, spilled from his mouth as they broke apart.

Itachi slowly rose, looking towards the peeking sun on the horizon. "Live to the full Naruto-kun. Eight months."

Naruto watched as the wind itself seemed to carry him away after only two steps. Afterward he lay in guilt and contemplative silence, waiting only for the time he had to leave for the bridge.

NARUTO

Hey. So I understand they may be OOC but I hope you don't mind too much. More will be given on 'How the heck did he get pregnant?!' in later chapters. Next time: Relationships build; Relationships crash; Secrets get revealed; Arguments arise and People look like they're going to be sick.

Oh and FYI: I know what love is - just don't believe one person can feel that strongly about another.