Naruto's patience about Sasuke is wearing thin. He's been single for a long time now, no sex as well, and the only omega that seems to pay him any attention is family. He needs things to move along faster.

"Would you like to order, Sir?" The waitress asked. Naruto continues to look outside of the window, waiting for any sign of Sasuke.

"No, thank you." Naruto replies. He hears the footsteps of the worker retreating.

Sasuke is late.

By fifteen minutes.

Thinking back, he wishes he would have confirmed with Sasuke this morning before leaving. Sasuke is worth it, he tells himself.

He also knows he's frowning.

A little longer and he'll call.

30 minutes passed, and he walked out of the cafe with a to-go box.

Naruto walks to the park across the street. No one speaks to him.

His frown deepens.

He finds a park bench to sit down on, putting his to-go box next to him. He spreads his legs wide, sinking deeper into his seat, lacing his fingers together on his lap. He resisted the urge to let out a long insufferable sigh.

What is he doing?

This could have been over and done with a year ago. At this point, he wants to kidnap Sasuke, and hold him up in a tower until he falls in love with him. It's a gang war that he doesn't know if he would win.

He lets out a dreamy sigh at the thought of killing in the name of Sasuke.

A whoosh blows past his ear when he reaches over to grab a sausage from the food box. He drops to his knees on the ground, feigning an injury, then crawls under the bench. He knows he looks insane doing this.

The woman by the fountain with the baby stroller has a familiar tattoo peeking out from under her turtleneck. He's proud he listened to his cousin this morning, and wore his contacts. The woman is looking into a compact mirror, and Naruto decides to play dead under the bench. She'd have to do a more dramatic movement if she wanted to reach Naruto.

He has no weapons on him. His style is more hand to hand anyways. If he could get around the fountain, he could take her down.

People walk by, promptly ignoring him.

God, this day sucks.

His phone rings.

Using his hand hidden from view, he taps his phone through his pants pocket.

He can't hear anything.

"Hello." He attempts. Even she shouldn't hear him from all the way over there.

"Where are you? I'm in front of the cafe."

Relief fills his core.

He wasn't disregarded.

"Not now."

"Not now?!" Sasuke sounds mad. "Sorry." There is a pause. "I'm the one at fault here."

Naruto is tired of lying in the grass.

"I know I'm late. Are you still in the area? I can explain my tardiness."

Naruto smiles. "Home. Go home."

His body lurches, his fingers dig into the dirt to ground himself as he silently screams.

Guess he must have moved too much.

A shot hit his arm.

" Fuck." That bitch was able to hit an old wound. The sensitive skin being reopened hurts beyond comprehension. He rather she hit his leg, he can work with that.

"Naruto?"

Shit, he forgot about Sasuke.

Naruto ends the call.

He needs to go. If he gets up, and runs, she may take a shot to his head. The group she's from are skilled.

Ironically, he's hired them before.

He decides to lay there. If she comes over to check his body, he'll fight.

How can this day get any worse?

"Naruto-san."

His eyes widened.

A young man kneels down beside him. "Grandpa, Naruto-san is under this bench."

The fucking Mayor, kneels down next to his grandson. They stare.

Taking his pipe from his mouth. "Do you require assistance, Uzumaki-san?"

Not from you. He wants to say.

He opens his mouth, "Yes." He says, noticing his words are starting to slur.

The old man smirks, putting his pipe back in his mouth. "Alright." He stands up, and Konohamaru pets Naruto's head.

"Stay away from the blood, kid." Naruto groans.

Konohamaru looks sad.

"Hey kid, look over your shoulder, is a baby carriage still there?"

Konohamaru does as told, "N-no."

Naruto nods. "Thanks." He closes his eyes.

"Help is on the way, Uzumaki-san." His cheerful smile as he looks upon a vaguely conscious man. "All I ask in return, is you letting me know when your Father is back in town. He can't avoid me forever."

He hates when elders involve him in their business.

"I can't." He gasps out.

"My grandson is fond of you, Uzumaki-san, and I am fond of your Father. I just want to talk with him." He says coldly.

Konohamaru looks up at his grandpa. "Grandpa?"

"You keep an eye on Uzumaki-san, I'm going to go to the entrance to spot the ambulance."

15 minutes later, Naruto is in the back of the ambulance, heading to the hospital.

Thanks to Sarutobi, the police don't bother him. He's in the ER on a bed, they got the bullet out, and he's pissed off.

They said his emergency contact was called.

"Uzumaki-san, your family member is here." The nurse stands outside the curtain as she speaks.

His wrapped arm is in a sling, he's careful of his movement as he sits up further on the bed. "Finally." He grits his teeth for a moment. His forearm bumped the bar.

"Are you alright? Should I get the nurse?" Itachi's voice says to him. He knocks the curtain out of the way, walking to stand beside Naruto's bed.

Naruto's eyebrows are pinched together in thought. "Where's Kyu?" He glances sideways at Itachi.

Hands in his pocket. "In the waiting room. On the phone with your parents."

"I'll call them as soon as I get home." He looks around for his phone.

"How are you, Naruto?" Itachi tries again.

He sees it charging on the side. They must have been here longer than he thought. "Tired, right now, but that can change. Depending on the situation." He swings his legs over the side of the bed.

"Do you want to come home with us or to your place?"

He finishes getting off the bed. "With you." He decides. "There are things we need to discuss." The drugs must still be working their magic because he almost slips. Itachi catches him.

"I got you." Itachi says, wrapping his arm around Naruto. They leave the small space together.

He lays his head on Itachi's shoulder. "Have you heard from Sasuke?"

Naruto notices Itachi takes his time to answers. As if he's being careful with his words. "He'll tell you."

"Tell me what?" Naruto feels the panic in his tone.

"Naruto." Itachi says. He uses his hip to press the automatic doors open. "Do me a favor and forcus on yourself. My brother has a right to his privacy."

They walk into the waiting room, he sees Kyuubi frantically running over to them.

"For now, you need to tell us what happened." Itachi finishes before Kyuubi envelopes them in a hug.