Residence of the Sun: Sunrise

by KwenYi

As tensions rise between the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans, Naruto and Sasuke are paired for a mission in Hōkaito, the City of Endless Ruin. Tasked with retrieving a powerful package, they face shadowy alliances, hidden dangers, and old rivalries. As they rely on each other, they uncover that the mission is more perilous—and personal—than expected.

9. The Final Piece

Naruto and Sasuke walked through the grand doors of the Hokage's Administration Building, the weight of their return journey clinging to them like a haze. The mental strain of the mission in Hōkaito lingered, but it was the long travel back that had worn them down physically. The cool air inside the building was a welcome relief, though it barely touched the fatigue left behind by the sweltering summer sun hanging high above the horizon.

Protocol required them to check in immediately—standard procedure for any shinobi returning from a mission. By now, it had become routine: a verbal relay of the results, a few words exchanged with Minato and Kakashi, then off to rest, with a written report due within the week.

As they stepped into the Hokage's office, neither expected anything out of the ordinary.

Naruto's muscles relaxed slightly at the familiar sight of his father, Minato, sitting behind his desk, a small but welcoming smile on his face. Kakashi, standing beside him, looked as nonchalant as ever, his hands stuffed lazily in his pockets. For a brief moment, the tension from the long trip began to melt away.

Until they noticed the others in the room.

Off to the side were the Konoha Council members in silent observation—Sarutobi Hiruzen, Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu, and Shimura Danzou. The moment Danzou's cold, piercing gaze landed on them, the room's atmosphere shifted. The casual weariness that had accompanied Naruto and Sasuke vanished, replaced by a sudden, unmistakable tension. Danzou's eyes lingered on Sasuke just a moment too long, adding weight to the already heavy air.

Naruto exchanged a glance with Sasuke, unease silently passing between them. This wasn't going to be the routine check-in they had expected. Without missing a beat, they straightened, their surprise masked by practiced composure, and bowed respectfully to Minato and the Council. The air felt heavier now—laden with an unspoken tension that hadn't been there moments before.

Minato spoke first, his smile still in place, though his tone carried a slight edge of formality. "Welcome back, you two. I take it things went according to plan?"

Naruto, trying to lighten the mood, rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, though I gotta say—" He gestured to the bandage on his arm. "Mom's gonna freak out when she sees this."

Minato chuckled, shaking his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. "She's definitely going to have a word with you about that… though I'm sure you're used to her lectures by now."

Naruto grimaced but laughed anyway. Sasuke, standing beside him, remained more guarded, though his gaze flicked briefly toward Kakashi before settling back on Minato. His mind lingered on the council's presence, particularly the stoic figure of Danzou, but he pushed those thoughts aside for now.

Clearing his throat, Sasuke dipped his head briefly to Minato. "We were successful in acquiring the package and ensuring its safe return to Konoha."

Minato's expression shifted, becoming more serious, though still warm. "Yes, Kakashi and I received it without issue. You both did exceptionally well. The retrieval of the Yata Mirror is a monumental achievement for Konoha. It's been a goal years in the making, and I can assure you, many of the higher-ups are relieved and pleased with your success."

Minato's eyes flicked to the council for a brief second before continuing, his tone taking on a more measured quality. "In fact, I'm sure that once the other villages hear of this accomplishment, it will only strengthen our position. So, it stands to reason that, while unconventional, it's important that we—"

Danzou's voice cut through the room like a blade. "Due to the far-reaching consequences of this mission, both of you will report for a formal debrief with the Hokage and the council, where you will be expected to provide a detailed account of the mission's events. A mere 'post-mission report' will not suffice this time."

Minato grimaced at Danzou's tone—the sharpness unmistakable—though he knew there was nothing he could've done to prevent it.

The harshness in Danzou's words wasn't lost on anyone, least of all Sasuke. His eyes flicked toward Danzou, narrowing as the older man spoke. There was something colder in Danzou's voice—something beyond mere professionalism. The way he delivered the words, the slight curl of disdain in his lips—it felt personal.

Naruto, never one to let such things slide, tensed immediately and spoke up, his voice edged with irritation. "A 'debrief'—for what? I thought that was only for mission failures…" He shot a look at Sasuke before glancing between Minato and Kakashi. "Yeah, sure, there were a few hiccups, but nothing serious. We got the job done, didn't we? So why—?"

Minato intervened, his tone smooth and diplomatic. "Naruto, this has nothing to do with your or Sasuke's performance. You both were exceptional, as expected—your skill in handling the mission is not in question."

Sasuke finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with barely concealed hostility. "Forgive me, Minato-sama, but if that's true, then I don't understand the need for a 'debrief.' The mission was a success—the Yata Mirror is secure in Konoha's hands. We ensured that." His gaze locked onto Danzou, dark and unwavering, daring him to find fault. "What more is there to discuss?"

Danzou's eyes shifted to Sasuke with cool indifference. "Your tone, Uchiha, suggests you have something to hide." He leaned forward slightly, a subtle power play in his posture. "You would do well to remember your place. Hesitation can easily be mistaken for insubordination."

Sasuke's jaw tightened, though his expression stayed composed. "Hesitation? I'd call it restraint. Not everyone rushes to conclusions based on blind assumptions." His gaze locked with Danzou's, the unspoken challenge heavy in the air. "I'd think you, of all people, would appreciate such temperance—given your tendency to explore every option before moving forward. One wrong move can lead to… costly mistakes."

The subtle bite in his words wasn't lost on anyone in the room.

Danzou's lip curled in faint disdain. "Restraint, or defiance? The Uchiha have always struggled with knowing when to bend and when to break."

Sasuke's fists clenched at his sides, though his voice remained level. "Only when those in power try to bend us too far."

Danzou's lip curled further in open disdain. "Bend too far? Your clan has never known how to bend. You break, every time. Whether it's defectors or traitors, your bloodline has never been good for much more than rebellion and failure."

The words were a slap, sharp and cutting, and they hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown at Sasuke's feet. The room seemed to tighten around them, and Sasuke's control, carefully held in check, nearly shattered. His muscles tensed, and for a moment, the dangerous glow of the Sharingan flashed in his eyes.

For a brief moment, the room seemed to freeze.

Homura glanced at Danzou, his eyes widening in shock at what had just been said, while Koharu, sitting stiffly beside him, opened her mouth to respond, her expression incredulous. "Danzou, that's—" she began, but before she could finish, another voice rang out, louder and angrier.

"You take that back!" Naruto's fury exploded into the room. He stepped toward Danzou, fists clenched, his voice booming with outrage. "You don't get to talk about Sasuke or his clan like that!"

Minato stood quickly with a raised hand, attempting to diffuse the escalating tension. "Naruto—"

But Naruto wasn't done. "Sasuke's done more for this village than you ever will! You've got no right to insult him or his family!" His voice was raw with emotion, his blue eyes blazing with protective anger.

Danzou's expression remained stony, his gaze sharp as a blade, utterly unmoved by the outburst. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "It seems I've hit a nerve. I wonder why that is..."

The atmosphere in the room became unbearable, thick enough to suffocate. Sasuke's body shifted to fully face Danzou, his movements controlled, though his calm exterior masked the storm brewing beneath. His Sharingan flared, a crimson warning that matched the barely restrained fury in his gaze.

"Take it back," Sasuke's voice dropped, cold and lethal, every word sharp as a blade. "If you hope to leave this room in one piece… take back that blatant lie you let spill from your mouth, right now."

A twisted gleam of satisfaction flickered across Danzou's face, his posture unyielding. "Blatant lie, hm?" he murmured, his tone almost mocking. "...Which part?"

Sasuke's muscles tensed, his chakra spiking dangerously as the threat of violence simmered beneath the surface. But before the darkness could consume him, Kakashi was at his side. In a swift, fluid motion, Kakashi's hand gripped Sasuke's shoulder firmly, the unexpected contact enough to pull him back from the edge.

"Steady now…" Kakashi's voice was low and calm, meant only for Sasuke to hear. "Rise above this. It's not worth it."

Sasuke's breath hitched, the words cutting through the storm raging in his mind. The sharpness in his gaze faltered, and he briefly closed his eyes, the familiar glow of the Sharingan dimming. His fists clenched, but the knot tightening in his chest began to loosen. Kakashi's grip on his shoulder stayed firm, grounding him in the moment. When Sasuke's eyes reopened, they flicked to Kakashi's face, where he read the silent warning and reassurance in his former mentor's visible eye. A subtle, nearly imperceptible nod from Kakashi conveyed everything: Don't give Danzou the satisfaction. Not here. Not now.

Sasuke gritted his teeth, but he bowed low, the weight of the gesture nearly unbearable. "I apologize, Danzou-sama," he said, his voice strained but steady. "If anything I said caused offense, it was not my intention."

Naruto's head snapped toward Sasuke, disbelief flashing in his wide eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—Sasuke, bowing to Danzou of all people. His heart pounded, anger bubbling up with each second. Sasuke wasn't just apologizing; he was submitting. Naruto's fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms. It took everything in him not to shout.

"Sasuke, what are you—?" Naruto's voice crackled with confusion and rising frustration, but before he could finish, Sasuke straightened, his expression cold, unreadable.

"Please allow me to extend my apology on behalf of Naruto as well," Sasuke continued, cutting Naruto off with a calmness that felt like ice against Naruto's heated fury. "We've just returned from a difficult mission, and the fatigue has clearly caused us to act and speak in ways that were… disrespectful and out of line." Sasuke faltered for just a breath, the weight of his words thick on his tongue. "I hope this momentary lapse in judgment doesn't reflect poorly on our clans. The Uchiha have always been, and will continue to be, loyal Konoha shinobi." His gaze flicked to Naruto, the bitterness of the apology unmistakable. "And I'm sure Naruto would agree—the same extends to the Uzumaki clan."

Naruto's jaw tightened, his breath coming in short bursts as he stared at Sasuke in shock. His body tensed, ready to protest, to speak out against the injustice he felt boiling in his chest. Why wasn't anyone saying anything? His eyes darted toward Minato and Kakashi, searching for any sign of support, any hint that they would step in and stop this madness. But they stood silent, watching the scene unfold without a word.

The frustration surged within him, burning hotter with each passing second. Naruto's fists trembled, but before the words could leave his mouth, a sharp, stern look from Kakashi pinned him in place. His protest died in his throat, and he bit down hard, crossing his arms in frustration. His glare dropped to the floor, unable to shake the feeling of betrayal gnawing at him.

Danzou's smirk deepened, a gleeful glint flickering in his eye as he opened his mouth to respond. But before he could speak, Hiruzen stood.

"Enough, Danzou," Hiruzen interjected, his voice calm yet firm, the rebuke unmistakable. "There is no need for such provocations. This is neither the time nor the place for personal attacks."

Danzou remained silent, though the faintest flicker of annoyance crossed his face as he straightened, folding his arms behind his back.

Hiruzen then turned his attention to Sasuke, his tone softening but still commanding respect. "Sasuke, your apology is unwarranted. You and Naruto have done nothing that requires such a gesture." His gaze was kind yet authoritative. "I ask that you forgive Danzou's words. They were spoken in haste and do not reflect the council's views. Your performance, as always, has been exemplary."

Minato sighed softly, relieved that the situation hadn't spiraled out of control. His eyes flicked between Danzou and Sasuke, the displeasure in his expression evident, though he chose to move forward. "Exactly. This is strictly about the mirror, nothing else. Your efforts were faultless, and as far as I'm concerned, there's no reason to question your handling of the mission."

Sasuke's jaw remained tight, but he gave a small nod. "Thank you, Sandaime-sama, Minato-sama." His voice was calm, though the tension simmered beneath the surface.

Naruto, still bristling, gripped his arms tighter and bit back any further comments, his glare fixed on Danzou.

Sasuke, now calmer, straightened his posture, though the cold fury in his gaze lingered. He finally turned to Minato, his voice sharp but measured. "Is there anything else?"

Minato shook his head, his expression softening but still formal. "No, that will be all for now. Either I or Kakashi will contact you once the debrief has been scheduled."

Sasuke gave a curt nod, his movements deliberate, the weight of his frustration visible in every step. "Understood." He bowed, low but quick, the formality barely masking the tension that rolled off him in waves. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

Naruto, standing frozen for a moment, glanced between Minato and Danzou. His father's eyes were calm, almost apologetic, but Danzou's expression remained cold, indifferent. The sight only stoked the fire in Naruto's chest. His disapproving glare darkened as it passed over Danzou, harsher than the glance he spared Minato. Without hesitation, he rushed after Sasuke, the door swinging shut behind him.

As the echoes of Naruto's footsteps faded down the hall, the room seemed to settle into an uneasy quiet. Danzou remained still, his face as unreadable as stone. Then he made a subtle flick of his fingers, so slight it seemed almost incidental. It was a movement so small, so calculated, that it went unnoticed by all but Kakashi, a deep frown forming behind his mask. Though unsure of its meaning, a thread of suspicion wove itself through Kakashi's mind.

---

As they left the Administration Building, Sasuke's brisk pace carried him toward the Uchiha District, his eyes fixed ahead, determined to get home as quickly as possible. Naruto trailed behind, his frustration growing with every step.

"Sasuke, come on—talk to me!" Naruto's voice echoed through the street as he tried to catch up. "Why did you just cave like that?"

Sasuke didn't stop, his voice cold and distant. "Drop it, Naruto. I'm tired. I just want to go home."

Naruto could hear it though—the tension in Sasuke's voice, the emotional strain beneath the surface. He wasn't about to leave things unresolved.

Without warning, Naruto surged forward, grabbing Sasuke's wrist. "Come with me."

Sasuke yanked his arm back, his eyes flashing in irritation. "Let go, Naruto."

But Naruto's grip tightened, his resolve firm. "No. Not until you talk to me."

For a moment, Sasuke resisted, his expression hardening in frustration. But something in Naruto's gaze—persistent, unyielding—made him relent. With a huff, he stopped pulling away, his muscles still tense but no longer fighting. Satisfied, Naruto didn't waste another second, pulling Sasuke down a narrow alleyway between two old shops. They weaved through the winding streets, the distant noise of the village fading into a quiet hum. The further they went, the more secluded the area became, until the familiar sounds of Konoha disappeared entirely.

They passed an overgrown garden, the tangled vines and wildflowers nearly swallowing the remnants of what had once been a neatly tended space. After rounding a final corner, Naruto pulled Sasuke into a small courtyard, tucked between two abandoned storage buildings. The walls, tall and weathered, were covered in creeping ivy, casting long shadows across the ground as the late-afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky. The air was cooler here, isolated from the rest of the village.

Sasuke glanced around, his gaze lingering on the forgotten courtyard. It was quiet, hidden from prying eyes.

Naruto finally released his wrist, turning to face him with a mix of irritation and resolve. "Now," he said, his voice firm. "We're talking."

Sasuke frowned, his expression hardening. "No. You're talking," he retorted, crossing his arms defensively. "And as soon as I've heard enough, I'm leaving."

Naruto's eyes narrowed. Inside his mind, Kurama's voice rumbled with a low growl, clearly unimpressed. "You're wasting your breath, brat. Let it go for now. He's not ready to talk. Give it a day—once everyone's had some rest."

But Naruto wasn't about to wait. Ignoring the fox's advice, he exhaled sharply. "Fine," he muttered, and without warning, surged forward, capturing Sasuke's lips in a fierce kiss.

Sasuke's eyes widened, shock flooding his senses. For a moment, his body went rigid, his mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening. What the—? Sasuke could feel the heat of Naruto's breath, the quickened pulse against his lips, and it made his own heart stutter in response.

What the hell?! Kurama's disbelief rippled through Naruto's mind. "Are you being serious, right now—he's gonna kill you!" The fox's chakra stirred, restless and agitated.

Sasuke pulled back abruptly, breathless, his chest heaving. "Naruto, what the hell are you—?" His voice wavered, caught between anger and something else—something unsteady and unfamiliar.

Before he could finish, Naruto moved again, gripping Sasuke's arms as he kissed him once more, this time with a steadiness that left no room for hesitation. It wasn't forceful, but it was resolute, and Sasuke felt his resolve falter, caught between pushing Naruto away and pulling him closer.

Kurama's presence bristled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. "You just couldn't leave it alone, could you… Damn brat…" he huffed, though there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his tone, as if even he couldn't quite believe what was happening.

For a heartbeat, neither moved. Sasuke's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the surge of emotions crashing through him—anger, confusion, and something deeper, something he'd buried long ago. Naruto's grip remained firm but not forceful, his touch grounding yet electrifying, and it left Sasuke momentarily paralyzed.

Naruto finally pulled back, his forehead resting against Sasuke's, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His eyes searched Sasuke's, soft but unyielding. "Why won't you talk to me?" Naruto's voice was low, raw with emotion. "I already told you, didn't I? I'm not going anywhere—not this time. So stop pushing me away…"

Sasuke's heart clenched at the words, and for a moment, he couldn't bring himself to look away. "You don't understand…" His voice was barely more than a whisper, the weight of everything unsaid pressing against his chest.

"Then help me understand," Naruto urged, his fingers loosening around Sasuke's arms but refusing to let go entirely. "You don't have to do this alone."

A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears and desires. Sasuke swallowed hard, the vulnerability that Naruto's words stirred within him cutting deeper than any blade. He had spent so long building walls—keeping everyone at arm's length, especially Naruto. But here, in this forgotten courtyard, away from the eyes of the world, those walls felt fragile, ready to crumble.

"Why?" Sasuke managed, his voice hoarse. "Why do you keep trying? After everything?"

Naruto's lips curled into a faint, tired smile. "Because I know you," he said simply, his eyes never wavering. His hands slid down to loosely grip Sasuke's. "And I know you're worth it."

Sasuke's defenses faltered, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let his guard slip—just a little. "You're an idiot, Usuratonkachi," he muttered, but there was no heat behind the words.

Naruto's smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

Kurama groaned. Oh for the love of—spare me!

And just like that, the tension broke, leaving them standing in the quiet embrace of the courtyard, the air around them warmer, more forgiving. For once, Sasuke didn't pull away, and Naruto didn't let go.

Sasuke's gaze drifted to the side, his expression hardening again, but this time, it wasn't out of anger. It was fear—fear of what his words might mean. "You have to understand," he began quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, "the Uchiha's standing in the village has been… questioned. Danzou's influence only makes it worse. He's been stirring doubts about us for years, undermining our loyalty. The slightest misstep and everything my family's worked to protect could be taken away."

Naruto listened, his fingers still loosely entwined with Sasuke's, grounding him in the moment. "Sasuke…"

Sasuke shook his head, cutting him off. "It's not just about me, Naruto. I have to be careful—for my family's sake. For my clan." He took a breath, eyes closing for a moment as if steeling himself. "And it's not just us. You know that your position as the jinchuuriki isn't as secure as you want to believe. You think your father can protect you forever?" He paused, letting the weight of that reality sink in. "If you were to say or do something that crossed a line… even Minato couldn't stop them from confining you. Not forever."

Naruto's jaw clenched, the truth of Sasuke's words striking deeper than he cared to admit. He had always known it—the unspoken limits of his freedom. "I get that, believe me, I do," Naruto muttered, his voice rough. "If I wasn't an Uzumaki, if my dad wasn't the Hokage…" He trailed off, bitterness creeping into his tone.

Sasuke nodded, his expression softening just slightly. "That's why we have to be careful. For your sake. For mine. So, let's just…" Sasuke hesitated, his throat constricting as if his own voice was fighting to not say the next words, "...stop and not make things more…complicated."

Naruto's grip tightened around Sasuke's hands, refusing to let go. "No," he said firmly. "I don't want to just be your friend." His words were firm, defiant. "I'm sick of hiding, of pretending that what I feel doesn't matter. My clan, your clan—they can't decide that for us." His voice shook with the intensity of his emotions. "I won't let them take this away from me, Sasuke. Not this."

Sasuke's breath caught, his resolve wavering in the face of Naruto's determination. "You're being reckless," he whispered, but there was no strength behind the words. "If we go down this path…"

"Then we'll face it together," Naruto interrupted, his eyes burning with that same unyielding resolve. "I'll fight whatever battles come our way if it means I don't have to pretend. Because more than anything, I can't lose you."

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with everything unspoken. For a moment, Sasuke could only stare at Naruto, the raw sincerity in his words piercing through every wall he'd built. And in that quiet, forgotten courtyard, surrounded by shadows and uncertainty, Sasuke felt something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time—hope.

But the cynic in him won, as always. He let out an exasperated laugh. "Why do I feel like I'm stuck in some sappy romance novel…" he muttered before stepping back, one of his hands letting go to fall back to his side. "If anyone from our clans were to see us like this…"

"Let them."

Kurama, who had been silently watching with barely concealed interest, immediately perked up at Naruto's declaration. What?!

Sasuke shot Naruto an incredulous glare. "What?"

Naruto's expression remained steadfast, his eyes burning with that familiar determination. "Let them," he repeated, voice unwavering. "If they want to make an issue out of this, then let them. I'm tired of letting fear decide what we can and can't do."

Sasuke stared at him, a mix of disbelief and exasperation flickering in his eyes. "You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head, though there was no bite to his words. "You talk about facing everyone, but you have no idea what it's like to be constantly under their scrutiny. One wrong move, and the consequences could destroy everything we've fought to protect."

"Then let's make sure it's not the wrong move," Naruto shot back, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm not saying it'll be easy—I know it won't be. But I'm done hiding, and I'm done pretending." His voice softened as he squeezed Sasuke's hand gently. "Besides… when have you ever known me to back down from a fight?"

Sasuke couldn't help but let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head. "Idiot," he muttered, but this time, there was a faint smile on his lips. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Naruto's smile widened, and he stepped closer, his forehead pressing against Sasuke's again, grounding him. "Maybe not," he admitted, voice barely more than a whisper as their fingers intertwined, "but I know it's worth it… You're worth it."

For a moment, Sasuke felt the warmth of Naruto's resolve seep into him, chipping away at the doubt and fear that had always held him back. And for just that second, he allowed himself to believe it—believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way.

Kurama's exasperated groan broke the moment, a rumble of annoyance filling Naruto's mind. You're both fools, you know that? The fox's voice was edged with grudging amusement. "This is going to be a disaster, but I suppose it'll be an entertaining one."

Naruto smirked, his eyes flicking upward as if responding to the fox. Thanks for the vote of confidence, furball, he thought back before focusing on Sasuke once more. "So… what now?"

Sasuke sighed, the weight of reality creeping back in. "We go back," he said quietly, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "We act as if nothing's changed… because, right now, it can't."

Naruto's heart clenched at the thought, but he nodded, knowing that pushing further would only make things harder. "For now," he agreed, a small, hopeful smile crossing his face. "But this isn't over."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "It never is with you."

---

Naruto pushed open the front door to his family's home, the familiar scent of spices and freshly baked bread instantly wrapping around him. "Mom, I'm home!" he called out, stepping inside and kicking off his sandals.

Before he could take another step, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the air, and within moments, Kushina appeared in the entryway, her eyes lighting up. "Naruto!" she exclaimed, rushing forward to pull him into a tight embrace. "You're finally back! I've been worried sick!" Her voice was already edging on too loud, but that was Kushina—always extra, always overflowing with emotion.

Naruto grinned, patting her on the back awkwardly. "Missed you too, Mom."

Kushina pulled back just enough to look him over, her gaze sharp and scrutinizing. And that's when she saw it—the bandage wrapped around his arm. Her eyes narrowed, and Naruto could practically hear the gears turning in her head. "What's this?" she demanded, gripping his arm with surprising strength. "You got hurt?! My baby got hurt?!"

"Mom, it's nothing," Naruto began, but Kushina wasn't having it.

"Nothing?! You come back from a mission with a bandage, and you expect me to believe it's nothing?!" Her voice rose, hands flying to her hips as she fixed him with a glare that could melt steel. "Who did this? I'll find them and—"

"Calm down, Kushina-obasan," another voice cut in, calm and steady, immediately diffusing the tension. "Naruto's clearly fine. There's no need to go into battle mode over a simple bandage."

Naruto's eyes shifted past his mother to see Nagato leaning casually against the wall, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Nagato!" Naruto beamed, momentarily forgetting his mother's tirade. He darted forward, wrapping his cousin in a tight hug, nearly knocking him off balance. "You're here!"

Nagato chuckled, returning the embrace with a gentleness that contrasted with Naruto's exuberance. "Good to see you too, Naruto. Though I didn't expect to find you in one piece after that mission," he teased, ruffling Naruto's hair.

Kushina, still hovering with concern, finally sighed, letting her shoulders relax. "You're always so reckless," she muttered, shaking her head. "But Nagato's right. If you're standing here and talking back, then you must be alright."

"Of course I'm fine, Mom—really!" Naruto reassured her, flashing his trademark grin. "You know it takes more than this to keep me down."

Kushina huffed, crossing her arms but softening as she glanced between her son and nephew. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she muttered, though the worry lingered in her eyes. "I just hate seeing you hurt."

Nagato watched them with a small, knowing smile. "Why don't you tell us about the mission?" he suggested, smoothly shifting the conversation. "I'm sure Hōkaito was quite the experience for you."

Naruto's grin widened, and as he launched into his tale, Kushina's worry slowly ebbed, replaced by the warmth and pride only a mother could feel. And just like that, the tension lifted, the house filling with the comfort that only home could provide.

For a moment, everything felt normal again.

---

Danzou sat in the dimly lit room, shadows flickering across his face as the Root operative finished his report. "You lost sight of them," he repeated, his voice low, yet carrying an unmistakable weight.

"Yes, Danzou-sama," the operative replied, head bowed low. "However, before that, Uchiha appeared resistant, but then followed willingly. Uzumaki led Uchiha away, and the path was unfamiliar. He took a turn that I didn't see…"

A brief silence fell, only broken by the faint rustle of paper as Danzou shifted, his fingers tapping lightly against his desk. "So, Hōkaito did the trick then… the seeds have taken root," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Interesting…"

Sai, who leaned against the side wall with his arms crossed, glanced up, curiosity flickering in his eyes for the briefest moment. "Shall I take action?" he asked, his tone flat and emotionless.

"No," Danzou answered sharply, his eyes narrowing. "Not yet. This 'bond'… it's still in its infancy. To act now would be to squander its potential." He returned his gaze to the operative. "Continue to monitor them, but remain unseen. Do not venture into their clans' territories. Keep surveillance strictly when they are outside of their… safe havens. When the time is right—when their attachment becomes a weakness—we will exploit it."

The operative nodded, vanishing as swiftly as he had arrived, leaving only Sai and Danzou in the room. Danzou's gaze lingered on the spot where his agent had stood, a slow, calculated smile creeping across his face.

"Let them think they're safe," he muttered under his breath. "For now, they remain unaware. But when the time comes… they'll learn how costly such ties can be." Danzou's gaze sharpened as he looked at Sai. "For now, there's another asset—one of far greater potential—that we need to secure. It's only a matter of time."

Sai, his expression unreadable, offered only a silent nod in response.

---

A week had passed since Naruto and Sasuke returned from their mission, but the tense atmosphere lingered, more obvious with each passing day.

Upon learning of the Council's intention to question Sasuke about the mission's details, Fugaku and the Uchiha elders moved swiftly, shifting into full 'protective' mode. The Uchiha District, while not literally walled off, had become a fortress in spirit. Outsiders weren't explicitly barred, but the atmosphere had changed—the once open, if not entirely inviting, district now carried an unspoken message: You are not welcome here. Uchiha members exchanged guarded looks with any who dared to wander in, their body language alone enough to convey that trespassing was not encouraged.

At Fugaku's order, Uchiha-affiliated officers from the Konoha Military Police began shadowing Sasuke everywhere he went, even within the District. They lingered at a respectful distance but were always present, a constant, watchful presence that served as a reminder that Sasuke's every step was under scrutiny.

This added layer of 'protection' made it nearly impossible for Naruto to see Sasuke, their already limited interactions becoming even more fleeting. Whenever they did manage to cross paths, their conversations were brief and painfully formal, burdened by the unspoken weight of what was to come. The officers' silent vigilance only added to the tension, suffocating any semblance of the ease and familiarity they once shared.

"This is absurd," Sasuke muttered one evening, glaring at an officer standing just beyond the garden's edge within the Uchiha Estate. "I don't need babysitting."

His older brother, Itachi, sat beside him, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips. "It's not about whether you need it," he replied calmly. "It's about what Father thinks you need."

Sasuke huffed, arms crossing tightly over his chest. "He's overreacting."

"Perhaps," Itachi conceded, his eyes softening as he regarded his little brother. "But sometimes, overprotection is a form of love. This is his way of showing that he cares—his way of saying he's afraid of what might happen if he's not vigilant."

Sasuke frowned, turning his gaze away. "I can take care of myself," he insisted, though his voice held a note of weariness.

"I know you can, Otouto," Itachi said gently, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But you don't always have to. Sometimes, letting someone else share that burden isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign that you're not alone."

For a moment, Sasuke's expression softened, the irritation ebbing into something closer to reluctant acceptance. "You're as bad as he is, you know that?"

Itachi's smile widened, just a fraction. "I learned from the best."

---

The day of the debrief arrived with an air of inevitability. Sasuke was the first to be called, escorted to the Administration Building by Fugaku and two Uchiha elders. They entered with heads held high, expressions stoic, but as the hours dragged on, the tension began to seep out through the cracks. What should have been a simple, hour-long debrief had stretched well beyond that, and the murmurs from inside hinted at a growing unease.

When Naruto arrived on schedule for his own hearing, with Kushina and Nagato walking beside him, they found the Administration Building already abuzz with an undercurrent of anxiety. Just outside the door to the debriefing room, Iruka stood, conversing quietly with one of Minato's attendants, his brows knitted together in concern. Upon noticing their approach, he quickly gestured for the attendant to go inside.

As the door cracked open to allow the attendant entry, a muffled but unmistakably angry voice echoed through the gap, laced with frustration and indignation. One of the Uchiha elders, clearly displeased.

Kushina's ears perked up immediately, her gaze snapping toward the door. "Is Sasuke's hearing still going on?" she inquired as Iruka approached, her tone edged with impatience.

Iruka nodded, his expression tense. "Yes, it's… taking longer than expected. I believe it's become a bit more 'heated' than anticipated."

Naruto exchanged a glance with Nagato, who remained as calm and unreadable as ever, though Naruto could feel the rising unease pulsing through him. "What's going on in there?" Naruto asked, his fists clenching at his sides.

"I'm not entirely sure," Iruka replied, voice low. "But it doesn't sound like it's going well."

Naruto's gaze shifted toward the closed door, and he felt a knot form in his stomach. He could picture Sasuke on the other side, facing whatever barrage of questions and accusations awaited him, and it made his heart tighten.

Are you okay, Sasuke? The thought echoed in his mind, lingering as he stood there, knowing there was nothing he could do but wait. Still, the worry refused to fade, gnawing at him as he remained rooted in place.

---

Sasuke's patience had already been wearing thin, but the constant interruptions from the Uchiha elders grated on him like sandpaper against raw skin. Every question posed by the Council or the Hokage was met with their objections, criticisms, or corrections, and even his father's attempts to keep them in line were met with stubborn resistance.

"Once again, what did you see when you looked at the mirror?" Danzou's voice cut through the room, dripping with disdain as he fixed his eyes on Sasuke. "Are you certain you're not being 'selective' with your account today? You've managed to provide every other detail with such precision—the mirror's size, shape, the markings, the events leading up to its acquisition. But when it comes to describing what you saw… you offer nothing. Are we truly to believe you saw nothing?"

Sasuke's jaw clenched, his voice taut with barely suppressed frustration. "As I've already stated, Danzou-sama, I saw a figure."

"But it was not your reflection?" Danzou pressed, his tone oozing skepticism.

"Correct," Sasuke bit out, fighting to keep his composure.

"Then what did this 'figure' look like?"

Sasuke's lips pressed into a thin line. "I already answered that."

"Then answer it again," Danzou demanded, his voice rising.

Before Sasuke could respond, one of the Uchiha elders slammed his hand down on the table, the sound echoing sharply in the room. "Enough of this nonsense!" the elder snapped, glaring at Danzou. "You've asked him the same question repeatedly, expecting a different answer. If you wish to waste everyone's time, find a less obvious way to do it!"

Minato quickly raised a hand, attempting to calm the situation. "Please, there's no need for hostility. We're simply trying to gain a clear understanding—"

"Don't patronize us!" the other elder interjected, his voice rising. "This questioning is bordering on harassment—how disrespectful!"

That was the final straw. Sasuke shot up from his seat, slamming his palms against the table. "Shut up!" he barked, his voice sharp and cutting through the air like a blade. All eyes turned to him, the sudden intensity of his outburst freezing everyone in place. "If you can't control yourself, then shut up or get out! You're only making this worse!"

A stunned silence fell over the room, the elders staring at Sasuke with wide eyes, taken aback by his harsh words. Even Fugaku's expression tightened, a mix of disapproval and surprise flashing across his features. Danzou, however, looked almost amused, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, as if Sasuke's outburst had confirmed something he'd suspected all along.

Minato cleared his throat, the tension in the room still palpable. "Let's all take a moment to regain our composure," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're here to understand the events of the mission, not to point fingers or lose our tempers."

Sasuke exhaled sharply, forcing himself to sit back down. "My apologies," he said softly, though the agitation still simmered beneath his skin.

The tension in the room remained thick, and Sasuke's frustration hung in the air, unresolved. Just then, Minato's attendant, who had been standing quietly to the side, approached him with a quick, discreet bow. "Hokage-sama, Uzumaki Naruto has arrived and is awaiting your summons," he murmured.

Minato blinked, momentarily taken aback. Had so much time really passed? Before he could respond, Koharu interjected with a dismissive wave of her hand. "No matter. He can wait until we are finished here."

Fugaku's eyes narrowed, and he rose from his seat, the movement sharp and deliberate. "No," he stated, his voice cutting through the room with an authority that demanded attention. All eyes turned to him as he continued, his tone calm but laced with a steel edge. "It's clear to me that this debrief has reached its end. Repeating the same questions over and over achieves nothing but wasting our time."

The room fell silent, and Fugaku's gaze shifted, pinning Minato with a pointed stare. "If you truly believe there is any merit in this continued questioning, then perhaps you should simply write the report yourselves. It's evident that, no matter how many times my son answers, you'll remain dissatisfied. It's all too obvious that the truth is not what you seek today." His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation, and as he finished, he turned his attention to Danzou, his expression darkening. There was no mistaking the pure hatred in his eyes.

Fugaku placed a firm hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "This ends now," he declared, his voice brooking no argument. "I will not allow Sasuke to be subjected to any further questioning." With that, he gave a single, authoritative nod to Sasuke and the two Uchiha elders, signaling that they were done here.

Sasuke stood and together beside his father, they headed for the door, the elders trailing close behind, their expressions a mix of indignation and offense.

"Fugaku, please wait—" Minato began, rising from his seat.

"This isn't necessary, Fugaku-san," Hiruzen tried to add, his tone conciliatory.

But Fugaku didn't slow, didn't even acknowledge their words. He led Sasuke out of the room, the doors closing behind them with a decisive thud, leaving the council in stunned silence.

Minato let out a long breath as he returned to his seat, rubbing his temples before muttering dryly, "Well, that went smoothly."

Danzou's eyes narrowed. "Their defiance should've been expected," he said coldly. "The Uchiha have always struggled to accept authority."

Minato's gaze snapped to Danzou, and for the first time, his tone took on a hardened edge. "No, Danzou. What's truly predictable is how we continue to let our own biases and prejudices cloud our judgment, jeopardizing every chance we have to make things right with them." He swept his eyes across the room, including the entire council in his reproach. "Instead of genuinely seeking answers, we've been more focused on catching them in a lie, proving once again that we're more interested in confirming our suspicions than seeking the truth."

Homura bristled at the rebuke, his voice rising in indignation. "And why should we trust the words of an Uchiha so easily? Their history speaks for itself."

"As does their arrogance," Koharu added, her eyes narrowing. "It's no surprise they've chosen to turn this into a spectacle."

"Enough," Hiruzen's voice cut through the air, silencing them both. He sighed, leaning forward, his gaze shifting between Minato and the other council members. "There's truth in what Minato says. Some of our questioning was excessive, and yes, it became redundant." His eyes softened as he looked at Minato. "But you, Minato… as Hokage, you could have stopped it. You allowed it to continue, demonstrating your complacency in how this played out."

Minato's eyes widened slightly and his jaw tightened, but he didn't interrupt.

Hiruzen continued, his tone gentler now, though still firm. "I understand your hesitation to exercise the full authority of your position—you prefer restraint, and that's commendable. But there are moments when a Hokage must recognize that restraint is not an option. There are times when your authority must be asserted, not for power's sake, but to ensure fairness and justice. Learn to recognize those moments, Minato, or they will slip through your fingers."

The room fell into an uneasy silence once more, Minato's expression thoughtful, but the weight of Hiruzen's words clearly sinking in. He finally nodded, acknowledging the rebuke. "You're right, Sensei," he said quietly. "I'll do better."

Hiruzen offered a faint smile, the tension in the room easing just a fraction. "That's all we can ask."

---

Naruto pushed himself off the wall as soon as he heard the door to the debriefing room swing open. Fugaku strode out, his expression dark and unyielding, with Sasuke trailing just behind, flanked by two Uchiha elders. The elders barely spared Sasuke a glance as they rudely brushed past him, already raising their voices to air their grievances with Fugaku.

"His blatant disrespect in there was unacceptable," one of the elders snapped, gesturing sharply toward Sasuke. "You can't allow this behavior to go unaddressed, Fugaku. It reflects poorly on the clan!"

Fugaku didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed forward as they walked, but there was an undeniable tension in his posture, a simmering anger barely held in check.

Sasuke, meanwhile, remained silent, his head downcast. Every line of his body radiated agitation, his shoulders stiff, fists clenched at his sides. Iruka, who stood with Kushina and Nagato a short distance away, watched the group with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kushina exchanged a stiff, formal nod with Fugaku as he passed, a gesture that seemed more obligatory than sincere.

As Sasuke walked by, Naruto moved toward him, concern etched across his features. "Sasuke, wait—" he called out, reaching out to grab his hand.

But Sasuke jerked his hand away violently, eyes flashing. "Are you stupid?!" he snapped, his voice harsh and cutting. "Don't do that!"

Naruto flinched, stunned by the severity of Sasuke's reaction. The raw anger, the barely controlled emotion—it wasn't like him. Even Sasuke seemed startled by his own outburst, his eyes widening for a moment before he quickly muttered, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Naruto replied, though the sting lingered. He took a step closer, his voice softening. "Are you okay?" Sasuke didn't answer, the tension in his posture still palpable. Naruto pressed on, his concern overriding his caution. "Can we meet later? I just… I just want to talk, okay?"

Before Sasuke could respond, Fugaku's voice cut through the air, firm and unyielding. "Sasuke. We're leaving."

Sasuke hesitated for a heartbeat, his gaze meeting Naruto's for a fleeting second before he looked away. "Later," he muttered, barely audible, before turning to rejoin his father and the elders. Together, they walked down the corridor, the distance between them and Naruto growing with each step.

Naruto watched them go, a knot tightening in his chest. He took a step forward, instinctively wanting to say something, but stopped himself, realizing it wasn't the time. As he hesitated, a hand settled on his shoulder.

"You're up," Nagato said quietly, offering him a small, reassuring smile.

Naruto took a deep breath, giving one last glance in Sasuke's direction before nodding. "Yeah," he murmured. "Let's get this over with."

---

The sun had climbed higher into the sky, bathing the village of Konoha in the clear light of mid-morning. The dawn mist had long since dissipated, leaving the air crisp and cool, with the warmth of the day just starting to settle in. The usual hum of activity filled the streets—vendors setting up their stalls, children chasing each other in bursts of laughter, and the distant clang of blacksmiths at work. Yet, despite the lively atmosphere, a sense of unease tugged at Naruto, setting him apart from the rhythm of the village around him.

He stood on a small bridge overlooking a gently flowing stream, the water glinting under the sunlight. He leaned against the railing, eyes following the ripples as they passed, but his thoughts were far from the tranquility of the scene before him. It had been several days since the debrief, and in all that time, Sasuke had all but vanished. Not a single word, not even a sign of him anywhere in the village. Naruto had even tried asking his father about it, but their strained relationship since returning home made him hesitate, and Minato's vague responses only fueled his frustration.

Kushina had noticed as well, her watchful eyes tracking Naruto whenever he moved around the house. He could tell she was worried—she'd tried asking him what was wrong more than once. But Naruto brushed her off each time, unwilling to share what he couldn't fully understand himself. The village might have been bathed in the warmth of mid-morning, but all Naruto felt was a tightening in his chest, a nagging sense that something was very wrong.

"Still no response?" a familiar voice cut through his thoughts. Naruto turned to see Sakura approaching, her brows knitted together with worry. She stopped next to him, crossing her arms. "I tried calling him again this morning," she admitted, her tone tinged with frustration. "Nothing. He's not answering my messages, and now it's going straight to voicemail."

"Yeah… I know," Naruto said with a frown, his fingers curling around the end of the railing. "Something's wrong."

"Obviously," Sakura replied, shaking her head. "This isn't like him. Even if he needed time, he wouldn't just vanish without a word. He would've told us… or at least, you." She sighed deeply, her gaze softening. "You said the debrief was rough, but… do you think maybe he just needs space?"

"Maybe…" Naruto's voice was quiet, but as he glanced at Sakura, the worry reflected in his eyes made it clear he didn't believe it. "It's been days, Sakura-chan. This is more than just 'needing space.' It's like he's—whether on purpose or not—avoiding us." He swallowed hard. Avoiding me.

"Well, we can't just sit around and do nothing," Sakura said, determination flashing in her eyes. "We need to find out what's going on, and there's one person who might be able to point us in the right direction."

Naruto shook his head. "I already tried asking my dad—he's not talking."

"No, not him, Dobe," Sakura said, rolling her eyes. "Someone else who's close to Sasuke-kun and doesn't have an inherent hate-boner for your surname."

Naruto blinked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean… Kaka-sensei?"

Sakura nodded. "Exactly. If anyone knows something, it's him. And if he doesn't… then we'll figure out what to do next after we talk to him."

---

They found Kakashi lounging on the small balcony of his apartment, a worn-out book in his hands. The gentle breeze rustled the pages as he leaned back, seemingly lost in the words before him. With a swift jump, Naruto and Sakura landed on the edge of the balcony, their sudden presence causing Kakashi to glance up, his single visible eye crinkling in what might've been a smile. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise," he drawled lazily. "Didn't expect to see both of you at my doorstep so early."

"Kaka-sensei," Sakura started, her tone edged with urgency, "have you heard anything about Sasuke-kun? It's been days, and no one's seen or spoken to him."

Naruto nodded, struggling to keep the anxiety from spilling into his voice. "It's like he's disappeared. I thought you might know what's going on."

Kakashi sighed, snapping his book shut with a soft thud. He took a moment to study their faces, as if weighing his words carefully. "The official word is that Sasuke's resting, per his father's orders. Fugaku-sama wants him to recuperate after everything that's happened." He paused, and Naruto caught the flicker of doubt in Kakashi's eye.

Sakura's brow furrowed. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

A hint of weariness crept into Kakashi's voice. "I believe that's what they want us to believe," he said, his tone flat, but there was an unspoken concern simmering beneath the surface. "But no, I don't have any more information than that." He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's… complicated."

Naruto's frustration bubbled over. "So that's it? We're just supposed to sit around and wait while he's being kept in the dark?"

"Not necessarily," Kakashi replied, his tone measured. He paused, as if considering something, before finally saying, "You could try asking Itachi. I saw him heading toward the Administration Building earlier today. If you're lucky, he might still be there."

At the mention of Itachi, Kurama stirred within Naruto, his growl low and unmistakable. The Uchiha brat's brother? Kurama's voice dripped with disdain. Nope—no way. Stay away from him, Naruto. He's too dangerous.

Naruto's shoulders tensed, Kurama's warning echoing loudly in his mind. "Itachi… I don't think he'd speak with us," he muttered, uncertainty threading through his words. "I mean… He's not exactly the easiest person to approach about this."

Sakura, however, had no such reservations. Her expression brightened, unconcerned and determined. "That's perfect! Thank you, Kaka-sensei." She grabbed Naruto's arm, already turning to leave. "Come on, Naruto. We don't have time to waste."

"Wait," Naruto interjected, throwing an uneasy glance back at Kakashi. "Itachi is very protective of Sasuke, isn't he? He'll probably take issue with us asking him—"

"Why?" Sakura snapped, her tone edged with frustration. "Sasuke-kun's our friend, Naruto, and he's been radio silent for way too long. Itachi's always supported our connection with him—he'll talk to us. I'm sure of it!"

Don't, Naruto, Kurama growled again, the sense of danger in his voice sharper this time. He might not treat you like the rest of the Uchiha do, but he is not your ally. That one is no fool. He's playing his own game—one you have no hope of winning. Don't give him a reason to target you.

Naruto's jaw clenched, torn between Sakura's urgency and Kurama's warning. He hesitated, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts. "Sakura-chan, I just… I have a bad feeling about this."

She turned to face him fully, her eyes softening just a fraction. "We can't figure this out alone, Naruto," she said gently. "If there's even a chance that Itachi knows something, we have to take it. For Sasuke's sake."

Naruto swallowed hard, Kurama's growl still reverberating in his ears. "Fine," he muttered reluctantly, but the uneasy knot in his stomach refused to loosen. "But if this goes south, you owe me."

Sakura rolled her eyes but gave him a reassuring smile, and without another word, they took off, leaving Kakashi behind, who watched them disappear into the bustling streets below with a contemplative look. He leaned back into his lounger, reopening his book with a sigh.

"Good luck," he murmured to himself, but even as he tried to focus on the words, the worry etched across his features remained, refusing to be brushed aside.

---

Naruto and Sakura arrived at the Administration Building, only to learn that they'd just missed Itachi by a few minutes. Frustration mounting, they hurried through the village streets, finally spotting him and Shisui walking leisurely toward the Uchiha District. The two seemed to be engaged in casual conversation, their laughter mingling with the sound of the bustling village around them.

Kurama's growl rumbled low in Naruto's mind, his tone dripping with suspicion. There he is, Kurama muttered. Be careful, brat. That one's as cunning as they come.

Naruto clenched his jaw. Would you quit it?he hissed back mentally, though he couldn't completely ignore the unease that Kurama's warning stirred in him. He knew Itachi had never treated him poorly, but he'd learned to trust Kurama's instincts over time, even if he didn't fully understand them.

Sakura, noticing Naruto's distracted expression, arched an eyebrow but chose not to comment. Instead, she took charge, calling out, "Itachi-san! Shisui-san! Could we have a moment?"

Itachi and Shisui slowed their pace, turning to face them. There was a polite, if slightly guarded, curiosity in their eyes.

"Naruto, Sakura," Itachi greeted with a nod. "What can we do for you?"

"Where is Sasuke-kun?" Sakura demanded, cutting straight to the point, her tone sharp and unyielding.

Kurama's reaction was immediate. Are you insane, woman?! Do you have a death wish?! he barked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Even Naruto felt a jolt of panic at Sakura's bluntness, shooting her a wide-eyed look that screamed, Are you serious right now?!

Itachi's eyebrows lifted, and he exchanged a brief, puzzled glance with Shisui before responding. "He's probably still running errands with Mother," he replied calmly, as if this were the most mundane of questions. "And I think he mentioned helping some of the younger genin with their shuriken practice later. But yes, he's around."

Naruto and Sakura exchanged glances, equally baffled by Itachi's nonchalance. "Has he been… sick or something?" Sakura pressed, a frown creasing her forehead.

Shisui chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, he might have had a bit too much to drink a few nights ago…"

"Which was entirely your fault," Itachi interjected, his tone dry. He shot Shisui an accusatory glance. "Every time he tried to leave, you kept insisting he stay for 'one more drink'."

"Hey, I was just being a good host!" Shisui protested, feigning innocence.

"That's not what I mean," Sakura said with a sigh. "It's just… neither of us has heard from Sasuke in days. He's not answering his phone, and every time we try to contact him, we just… get nothing."

Shisui smirked, shaking his head. "Seriously, you two are like a pair of lost puppies. Can't the guy get some peace for once?"

"Shisui…" Itachi said with a warning edge to his voice, though there was a faint trace of amusement. He turned back to Naruto and Sakura, his expression softening. "Mother's enforcing his rest. Whenever she thinks we're overexerting ourselves, she takes away our mobiles and forces us into downtime. It's likely she hasn't given Sasuke's back yet."

Sakura let out a sigh of relief, though the worry didn't fully leave her eyes. "So… he's okay?"

Itachi nodded. "I'll make sure to let him know you've been worried. His temporary 'hold' should be lifted soon." Sharing a brief glance with Shisui, he turned and began walking back toward the Uchiha District.

Naruto's heart eased a little at that, but something still didn't sit right. Before he could think it through, he took a step forward, calling out, "Can we see him?"

Both Itachi and Shisui came to an abrupt halt. Itachi slowly turned back, his gaze sharper now, assessing. Kurama bristled within Naruto, his chakra flaring protectively. "Idiot! Why would you provoke him?"

Naruto fumbled for a response. What—I didn't mean to…!

"Perhaps," Itachi said after a pause, his voice cool and measured. "When Sasuke leaves our District on his own business, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to meet with you." His tone darkened, just enough to send a chill down Naruto's spine. "But for now, it would be best if you didn't attempt to enter."

Naruto's breath caught in his throat, and he nodded stiffly, feeling the unspoken warning settle in his bones.

Itachi held his gaze for another heartbeat before turning to continue on his way. Shisui lingered a moment longer, giving Naruto and Sakura a sympathetic smile. "It's not personal, you know. It's just… complicated. You get it, right?" He gave them a light wave before jogging to catch up with Itachi. "Take care, you two."

And with that, they walked away, their figures gradually fading from view as Naruto and Sakura stood there, the reality of the situation settling heavily on their shoulders.

Sakura let out a frustrated breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "So… they're keeping him away from us…" she muttered softly, but the bitterness in her tone was unmistakable.

Naruto shook his head, his fists clenching at his sides. "No… not 'us'..."

Sakura turned to him, confusion flashing in her eyes. "What are you saying?"

"This isn't about us, Sakura-chan. It's about me." Naruto clarified, his voice barely above a whisper. His chest tightened as the words left him, a raw ache settling deep within. "They're keeping him away from me."

Sakura's eyes widened, the weight of Naruto's words hanging in the air. For a moment, there was silence between them, her expression shifting from confusion to realization. But then, her brows furrowed with resolve, and she stepped closer, her tone hardening. "Well, let's go then," she declared. "Let's find Sasuke-kun and get some answers!"

Naruto's eyes narrowed, and he quickly reached out, grabbing her wrist. "No, don't."

Sakura yanked her hand away, glaring at him. "What is wrong with you, Naruto? You're just going to give up—just like that?!"

"It's not about giving up!" Naruto snapped back, the sharpness in his voice betraying the storm of emotions he was trying to keep at bay. "You don't get it. For you, it's different. You could walk in there, and they'd let you through without much trouble. But me?" He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I can't… I can't cross that line."

"Why not?!" Sakura demanded, exasperation clear in her voice. "You're Uzumaki Naruto—the son of the Hokage! If anyone has a right to demand answers, it's you!"

Naruto shook his head, the bitterness in his voice morphing into something deeper, more painful. "That's exactly why I can't. If I force my way in, it won't just be me causing trouble. It'll be my dad, my mom, my clan—everyone who's connected to me." He exhaled sharply, his fists clenching as he tried to steady himself. "I'm already under scrutiny as it is. If I do this, it'll just make everything worse."

Sakura's shoulders slumped, her anger fading into soft resignation. "I… I didn't realize," she admitted quietly. "I thought you were just—"

"I know," Naruto cut in gently, his tone softening. "But this is something I can't fight right now. Not like this."

She bit her lip, clearly still reluctant, but after a moment, she nodded. "Fine. I'll go alone. But I swear, if I manage to see Sasuke-kun, you'll be the first to know." Her eyes softened as she looked at him. "And Naruto… don't worry too much, okay? Everything will work out—it has to."

Naruto offered her a weak but genuine smile. "I won't."

With that, they parted ways, Sakura heading toward the Uchiha District with determined strides while Naruto turned and made his way back home, his heart feeling heavier with each step.

---

That night, as Naruto lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind circled back to Sasuke. Confusion, frustration, and worry twisted together in an endless loop until a soft knock broke through his thoughts. He sat up just as Minato opened the door, peeking inside. "Hey," his father greeted gently, "Mind if I come in?"

Naruto shrugged. "Sure."

Minato stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He lingered near the doorway for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, and there was a heaviness in his movements that Naruto hadn't noticed before. "I… I wanted to apologize," Minato finally said, his voice edged with regret. "For how things went during your debrief."

Naruto's frown deepened, but he remained silent, letting his father continue.

"The Council was out of line," Minato went on, his expression tightening. "I should've stepped in sooner, but I—"

"You shouldn't have let it happen at all," Naruto cut in, bitterness sharpening his tone. "You let them push Sasuke around. You let them push me around. And you just sat there and watched."

Minato sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his son's words. "I know," he confessed, voice barely more than a whisper. "And for that, I'm sorry. I've… I've tried to be fair, to give everyone a voice, but sometimes…" He trailed off, shaking his head as he returned his gaze to Naruto. "I know there have been times when I've failed you. Both of you."

The vulnerability in Minato's voice softened Naruto's anger, just a little, but he couldn't let it go completely. He looked away, jaw clenched. "It's not just your fault," he muttered. "But it's infuriating. You're the Hokage, but that seems to mean nothing when it comes to them. And me…" Naruto's voice dropped, his frustration palpable. "I could tear them apart if I wanted to, you know? Every last one of them. I could make them regret every single thing they've ever said about me… about Sasuke and his family…" He trailed off, hands curling into fists at his sides. "But it wouldn't change anything. I hate feeling this… powerless."

Minato moved closer, his hand resting gently on Naruto's shoulder, grounding him. "You're not powerless, Naruto. And neither is Sasuke. But sometimes, true strength isn't about overpowering others. It's about knowing when to wait, when to bide your time."

Naruto's eyes flickered with doubt as he looked up at his father. "You really think that'll happen?"

Minato's smile was faint but genuine. "I do. And when it does, I know you'll be ready."

Naruto stared at him for a beat longer before letting out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You're a lot cornier than I remember."

Minato chuckled, ruffling his hair the way he used to when Naruto was little. "And you're still as stubborn as ever. Guess that makes us even, huh?"

"Yeah, guess it does," Naruto agreed, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

The warmth of Minato's smile softened his gaze. "Now, try to get some rest, okay? Things will make more sense in the morning."

Naruto watched as his father left the room, and as soon as the door clicked shut, the faint smile he'd been holding onto slipped away, leaving behind the weight of his unresolved thoughts. With a weary sigh, he collapsed back onto his bed, eyes drifting to the ceiling. "I really wish I could believe that…"

A soft buzz interrupted the silence. His phone, resting on the bedside table, vibrated with a new message from Sakura. Curiosity piqued, he grabbed it and opened the message, revealing a selfie of Sakura and Sasuke, standing side by side. Sasuke wore his usual indifferent expression, but there was a subtle hint of a smile—something only those who knew him well would recognize. Relief should have washed over Naruto at seeing Sasuke safe and sound, but instead, frustration knotted tighter in his chest, and his grip on the phone tightened.

"It's not fair…" he muttered, letting his arm drop onto the bed, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling, the bitterness creeping into his voice more than he'd like to admit.

Kurama stirred, letting out an exaggerated sigh. You're going to sulk all night, aren't you?

Maybe, Naruto grumbled, the frustration spilling over. It's just—he can talk to her, but not me? What's up with that?

Kurama's exasperation was palpable, his voice tinged with both irritation and reluctant amusement. You're acting like the world's ending because he didn't reach out to you first.

It's not just that, Naruto protested, turning onto his side. No matter what I do, it feels like things just keep getting worse. He paused, his voice dropping to a softer tone. Why won't he talk to me, Kurama? What did I do wrong?

Nothing you haven't done a hundred times before, Kurama replied dryly. Sasuke's a stubborn brat, but so are you. Give it time.

Naruto's mind fell silent for a few moments, until as if a switch flipped, his mind drifted to something else. You know…Sasuke's birthday is coming up.

Kurama snorted. And here I thought you'd forgotten.

Naruto huffed, sitting up and crossing his legs.I didn't forget—how could I? He frowned, propping his chin up in his hand. I want to get him something special, y'know? Something that actually means something. I don't want to just buy him some random thing that'll end up in his closet. It has to be… perfect. After a brief pause, Naruto asked, Got any ideas?

Kurama's ears perked up at this. You're asking me for gift advice? He snorted, clearly amused. How the hell should I know? I'm not the one trying to date the guy!

Naruto's face flushed crimson, the heat creeping all the way up to his ears. That's not what I meant!

Kurama's voice took on a dry, sarcastic tone. Uh huh… And what makes you think I'd know the perfect gift for your little 'crush'?

Well, you're older than dirt, Naruto shot back, grinning. You've practically been around since forever, right? Surely you know of something unique that no one else would think of.

Watch it, kid, Kurama growled, though there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his voice. I may be old, but I could still wipe the floor with your ass.

Naruto chuckled, but it quickly faded as he whispered, "I just want it to be something that'll mean a lot to him… something that he'll never forget… that's all."

Kurama hummed thoughtfully. That's all, huh? Still sounds like a tall order… There was a pause, and then his tone shifted, quieter and more distant, as if dredging up an old memory. There is… one place. But it's not exactly something you can find in any guidebook.

Naruto's curiosity immediately piqued. What is it?

Kurama hesitated, his voice softening. It's called the 'Residence of the Sun,' he began, a note of reverence creeping into his tone. An ancient place. One that's… not easy to reach. It's hidden, and only those truly seeking something meaningful can find it.

Naruto blinked, completely taken aback. The 'Residence of the Sun'…? I've never heard of it… He paused, skepticism creeping into his voice. Are you sure it even exists?

Kurama snorted. Like I said, it's not something you'll find in a history book or on a map. He sighed, his tone growing heavier. And it's been a long time since I've set foot there. The last time I saw it was… when my first jinchuuriki passed. The path was treacherous even then. Who knows what's become of it now?

Naruto's eyes widened. Wait, so you've actually been there before?

Kurama growled softly. Yes, many times. But it's been centuries since. The world changes, Naruto—forests grow wild, paths crumble, and time covers even the most well-trodden trails. But places like that don't just vanish. They endure.

Kurama's voice grew softer, as if recalling something from deep within his memories. The Residence of the Sun… it's not a place for the faint-hearted. The journey there takes you through jagged cliffs and ancient forests no human has touched in ages. But once you stand at the summit, you'll understand why it bears that name. The sun doesn't just rise there; it lives there. It's like standing in the presence of something eternal. The way the sky catches fire… it strips everything else away—your name, your burdens, your fears. It's just… pure. He paused, as if reconsidering whether to continue. But getting there… it's dangerous. It may be unreachable now. And even if you find it, it might not be what you expect.

Naruto's eyes widened further, the image of such a place taking hold in his mind. "The sun lives there?" he repeated aloud, awe creeping into his voice. He could already imagine himself standing there with Sasuke, the perfect moment to finally share everything he'd kept locked away.

Ignoring Kurama's warning, Naruto's lips curled into a familiar, determined grin. Dangerous? Treacherous? Doesn't matter! If it's that amazing, I have to see it! And I'll make it there. I've faced worse, and if this is the perfect place for Sasuke, then nothing's going to stop me. His eyes brightened with resolve. This isn't just about a birthday gift. It's... more than that. I want it to be something he'll never forget.

Kurama let out a low growl, still hesitant. You're as stubborn as ever, Naruto… You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But there was a flicker of understanding in Kurama's tone, as if he recognized Naruto's determination was about more than just reaching a physical destination. It was about something deeper, something worth the effort, at least for Naruto.

Kurama sighed, resigned. Fine, I'll guide you. But don't expect me to carry you the whole way. You'll have to climb that mountain on your own. Just… don't get yourself killed, you idiot.

Naruto could already see it—the breathtaking view, the serenity of the moment, and Sasuke standing beside him. The thought filled him with hope, and he knew that this gift, this journey, would be the perfect way to show Sasuke just how much he meant to him.

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Inside the Council Chamber, the meeting was well underway, the routine familiar as Minato scanned the list of proposed jonin promotions. Kakashi and Iruka stood nearby, ready to address any questions or concerns as he read through the candidates. The council members sat in their respective seats—Hiruzen, Homura, and Koharu with pens poised over their documents, while Danzou leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed—their expressions ranging from curious to indifferent.

Minato glanced up, drawing their attention. "The first candidate up for discussion is Uchiha Sasuke," he announced, his tone calm and steady. "His nomination was submitted by Mitarashi Anko, who stated: For his exemplary performance during the Konoha Hunter's Challenge, not only completing all stages perfectly but also achieving the highest level in the final stage—an unprecedented feat that secured him the title of this year's Konoha Hunter's Champion."

A few nods moved through the room in approval. Minato continued, "The nomination was seconded by Hatake Kakashi, who wrote: For his exceptional efforts in the mission to retrieve the Yata Mirror, demonstrating not only advanced combat skills but also exceptional leadership, adaptability, and strategic thinking."

There was a brief silence before Homura nodded, a hint of approval in his gaze. "I see no reason to object."

Koharu hummed in agreement. "Indeed. The boy's skills are undeniable."

Even Danzou gave a reluctant nod. "As much as it pains me to admit," he drawled, "the Uchiha has proven himself worthy of this promotion. It's a rare achievement for one so young." He paused, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Let's just hope he doesn't follow in the footsteps of other members of his clan and become too… arrogant with this newfound rank."

Hiruzen's eyes flickered with a moment of annoyance at Danzou's jab, but he quickly masked it with a calm expression. "Regardless of anyone's personal feelings, Sasuke's accomplishments speak for themselves," he stated firmly. "The Council approves his promotion, without objection."

Minato gave a polite nod and proceeded with the next candidates.

As he read through the final names on the list, Iruka's eyes narrowed in confusion. He couldn't help but notice the glaring omission: Naruto's name hadn't been mentioned once. With each name read aloud, Iruka's frown deepened, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. It didn't make sense—Naruto had been on the same mission as Sasuke, had shown the same level of dedication, and yet…

When the council finished their review, approving only three shinobi for promotion—Sasuke among them—Minato called the meeting to a close. The council members stood, murmuring their approvals and exchanging final remarks, before filtering out of the chamber. Minato, Kakashi, and Iruka lingered behind, watching them leave, before making their way back to the Hokage's office.

As they exited the council chamber and walked down the dimly lit corridor, Minato let out a small sigh. "Well, that's another round of promotions finalized," he said, his tone carrying the usual calm professionalism.

Kakashi nodded but refrained from offering any further commentary. He cast a quick, sideways glance at Iruka, whose face was a mask of barely restrained anger. Kakashi's expression shifted slightly, an unspoken understanding passing between him and Minato.

They continued in silence for a few moments, the tension palpable. Eventually, Minato glanced back, his voice softer, more measured. "We'll talk in my office."

Kakashi nodded in agreement, subtly gesturing for Iruka to hold back his words for just a little longer. Iruka's jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod, his frustration simmering but contained, knowing this wasn't the place for the confrontation.

Once they reached the office and the door clicked shut behind them, Iruka could no longer restrain himself. "Why wasn't Naruto on that list?" he demanded, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. "You acknowledged Sasuke's efforts, his achievements—but what about Naruto?" His eyes bore into Kakashi. "You seconded Sasuke's promotion based on a mission they completed together. That mission alone should have been enough to secure Naruto's promotion as well! He was right there, working just as hard, putting everything on the line. Why is he being overlooked?!"

Minato exchanged a glance with Kakashi, both of them fully understanding Iruka's frustration. "It's not that Naruto isn't deserving," Minato began, his voice calm but laced with regret as he took his seat behind his desk. "I want him to be recognized just as much as you do. But because I'm the Hokage—and his father—I can't be the one to nominate him. It would be seen as a conflict of interest."

Kakashi nodded. "And as his former sensei, I'm in the same position. The Council would dismiss it as favoritism without a second thought."

"But it's not fair!" Iruka protested, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Naruto deserves the same recognition—if not more. He's proven himself time and again. Minato-sama, if you second the nomination, the Council won't have any say. As Hokage, your word is final!"

"I understand," Minato replied gently. "And you're right. As Hokage, I can finalize the promotion. But first, it has to come from someone who isn't connected to him personally. A neutral jonin needs to put his name forward. When that happens, I'll make sure the promotion goes through."

Iruka sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's just not fair," he muttered, frustration still simmering beneath his tone. "Naruto doesn't deserve this… neither of them do. Both he and Sasuke have proven themselves time and time again, and yet it always feels like it has to be one or the other, as if they can't be recognized equally. Why can't we acknowledge both of them for once?"

As if on cue, a soft knock echoed through the office door. All eyes turned as it creaked open, revealing Itachi, a stack of reports cradled in his arms. "My apologies for the intrusion," he began, bowing respectfully, "but I wanted to turn in the reports due from my squad, Hokage-sama."

Minato nodded with a welcoming smile. "Yes, of course, Itachi. Please, come in."

Itachi entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He approached Minato's desk and handed over the stack of documents—all but one. His fingers tightened slightly around the remaining document as if weighing a decision, before lifting his gaze to meet Minato's eyes. "Additionally… I couldn't help but overhear your discussion," he admitted, lowering his head. "Forgive me—it wasn't my intention to eavesdrop."

Minato raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity passing through his eyes. "That's quite alright, Itachi. As a member of ANBU, you're privy to discussions held within this room." He studied Itachi's demeanor before asking gently, "Is there something you wish to add?"

Itachi's gaze shifted back to the document he held, his eyes narrowing with resolve. He handed it to Minato with a steady hand. "If it's not too late, I'd like to formally nominate Uzumaki Naruto for promotion to jonin."

A stunned silence filled the room. Iruka's eyes widened in disbelief, while Kakashi straightened, a look of guarded curiosity on his face.

"You're sure about this, Itachi?" Kakashi asked carefully. "You understand what this means, don't you? An Uchiha nominating an Uzumaki… especially given your position within your clan…"

"I'm fully aware of the implications," Itachi replied calmly. "But this isn't about clan politics or affiliations. This is about recognizing Naruto's skill as a shinobi of Konoha. His achievements, particularly the recent mission he accomplished with my brother, speak for themselves. It would be unjust to overlook his contributions simply because of politics."

Minato's eyes softened, gratitude evident in his expression. "Thank you, Itachi," he said sincerely. "In that case, I'll gladly second your nomination." He picked up his pen, signing his name next to Itachi's on the document, before slipping it into the envelope with the others. "With this, Naruto's promotion is guaranteed."

Iruka's eyes gleamed with gratitude, and he bowed deeply. "Thank you, Itachi-san," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You've done something truly honorable today."

Itachi inclined his head, his expression composed but acknowledging. "It's not about honor, Iruka-san. It's about what's right," he said, before bowing again to Minato. "If there's nothing else, Hokage-sama, I'll take my leave."

Minato nodded, a warm smile on his lips. "That'll be all, Itachi. And… thank you."

With one final nod, Itachi turned and exited the room, moving with the same quiet grace he'd entered with. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a profound silence in his wake.

Kakashi let out a low chuckle, breaking the stillness. "Well… I didn't see that coming."

Minato leaned back in his chair, a sense of relief washing over him. "Neither did I," he admitted, though his smile remained. "But sometimes, it's the unexpected that reminds us why we fight for this village."

They sat in contemplative silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts, before Minato stood and picked up the sealed envelope that now held both Naruto and Sasuke's promotions. "Looks like we have some good news to share," he said, his eyes shining with pride. "They've both earned this."

A sense of calm settled over the room, the weight of recent tensions easing, if only for a moment. This was more than a formality—it was a step toward acknowledging the efforts and potential of two shinobi who, despite the shadows of their lineage, had proven themselves time and again. In that quiet moment, the gravity of their achievements seemed to ripple through the air, a reminder that even amidst the politics and prejudices, there were still reasons to believe in the future.

Minato couldn't help but feel the faint stirrings of hope, believing that maybe—just maybe—this marked the beginning of something new and promising.