Sasuke let his arms hang limply at his sides as he walked down a quiet street with Naruto. Earlier, when they had walked through the heart of the village, he had gotten a plethora of stares and more than a few confrontations from wary ninja's, but Naruto had warded off all of his attackers, knowing full well that Sasuke wasn't allowed to engage in any kind of combat, even self-defense, for risk of execution. The Uchiha had been peeved at the rule but his heart swooned every time he saw the jinchuuriki stand up to the people that heckled him. Sasuke wanted nothing more than to tear out their throats, but he would behave, if only to stay by Naruto's side.

"So, what is it you wanted from the old Uchiha Complex?" Naruto finally spoke up. Sasuke had been alternating between staring blankly ahead, and looking at him with such affection in his eyes it had his stomach twisting uncomfortably. Sasuke smiled up at him, glad for the conversation. "Ah, it's not exactly at the Complex, but a few blocks from there." Naruto's blonde eyebrows rose in surprise. "What the hell is a few blocks from the Complex?" Sasuke looked at him and shook his head.

"Dobe, you'll find out soon enough. We're almost there." Naruto grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms. "Teme, don't call me that…" The blonde groaned, but in all honesty he loved that insult. It was a term of endearment, and Sasuke had called him that when they were young and still apart of Team Seven. It meant progress, that maybe their was a chance he could get Sasuke to remember the friendship they shared.

"How about Idiot, then? Moron? Dead-last? Or maybe you'd prefer Usuratonkachi?" Sasuke laughed and Naruto shoved his arm, annoyed. "Oh yeah? You wanna play the insult game? How about emotionally retarded emo who happens to be a whiny brat-"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "Easy there, Naruto. You're starting to piss me off."

'Good.' Naruto thought, 'Anything but infatuation.'

"I'm already pissed off, bastard." Naruto growled, and Sasuke pushed him hard; hard enough for the large blonde to stumble back. Naruto regained his footing and pushed him back harder, and Sasuke almost fell over. The Uchiha glared and ran at the blonde, punching Naruto in the cheek and sending him hurtling backwards into the side wall of a building. At the last minute, Naruto had grabbed the Uchiha's wrist and both boys crashed into the wall painfully.

Naruto's teeth clattered in his mouth at the impact and his head felt like bricks had been dropped on top of it. Sasuke had landed on top of him, his forehead connecting with the wall near the blondes shoulder. Sasuke groaned painfully, feeling warm blood ooze from his forehead and he looked up into narrowed blue eyes. Their breaths mingle as they both pant aloud.

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When asked, Naruto would recount the next few moments as a result of frayed nerves and adrenaline. Not lust. Yes, there was absolutely nothing passionate going on as Naruto flipped them around so Sasuke was against the wall, and smashed their mouths together brutally. He had not forgotten their earlier tryst in the padded room, and his cock jumped powerfully in his pants as he felt that heat surround him again. Sasuke moaned throatily, his hands coming up to twine in Naruto's hair and the blonde felt euphoric.

He was being enveloped in Sasuke.

Ever since the first kiss, Naruto has wanted a second, third, and fourth.

He knew it was wrong to take advantage of Sasuke in his current state, but he had never felt so aroused in his life. No one has ever touched him the way Sasuke has in the past couple of hours, or said the erotic things Sasuke has. The blonde feels caught between blushing like a schoolgirl and ramming his tongue down Sasuke's throat at the ravens lewd words. He is so confused and disgusted and excited and scared, that pre-cum is starting to weep from his dick like a leaking faucet.

He presses harder into the black haired boy, watching his body bend back and shudder. Naruto has absolute control, and the thought has him kissing Sasuke harder, until he can feel his own lips bruise. Sasuke is the epitome of unattainable, in every sense, to Naruto. He was always the strongest, fastest, smartest, and most popular with the ladies. And he had been a begrudging comrade and an utter jackass. Naruto had struggled to catch up to the Uchiha his entire youth, but Sasuke somehow always pulled up ahead. After he left the village, Naruto spent every opportunity he got to try and find him. Sasuke always eluded him, though, and had deterred every attempt the blonde made to reach out to him; to pull him away from his darkness.

But now, that same elusive Sasuke, was writhing underneath him, begging, pleading for Naruto to give him something, what exactly that was, the blonde wasn't sure.

Sasuke is here. He isn't running away. He's in Konoha. With Team Seven. With me.

Naruto suddenly feels weak, and drunk, and the most alive he's ever felt. Because Sasuke, his best friend, his former teammate, his, is back. Because no matter what happens, past, present, and future, Sasuke has always belonged to him. To Team Seven.

The raven clenched his eyes shut and cried out, shivers wracking his frame and air leaving his nose in large gusts that stirred Naruto's face. 'Sasuke is a dragon.' Naruto thinks for one long second. A beautiful, flaming dragon.

He wants to kiss him again, needs to kiss him again, because he still fears that Sasuke isn't real, that this is all just one long, amazing, hellish dream.

"Naruto...give me a minute to catch my breath. I feel dizzy." His words are soft and hazy to Naruto's ears; muted and breathy and needy. Sasuke blinks slowly, his eyes dark, like the night that surrounds them, but there are also stars in his eyes, shiny and glossy and just for Naruto. Naruto is panting from his mouth, and he is still painfully hard but he is also gentle, as he pushes black hair behind a pale ear. "One more." Naruto says; more to himself then Sasuke, "One more and then I'll stop kissing you. Because it's wrong. Kami Sasuke, it feels so fucking good, but it's wrong."

"Then don't kiss me." Sasuke hisses, his eyes narrowed and angry; but under all that budding anger, there is still strong, magnetic desire, "Don't kiss me, because If you do, I won't ever want you to stop."

Naruto has never felt so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time. He finds comfort in the darkness that the night provides, and the secludedness of this street. He idly wonders if the Anbu Tsunade placed to guard Sasuke are watching them from a distance, or maybe they left to give them privacy? Unlikely.

Naruto realizes that, in this moment, he doesn't give flying fuck who is watching. The world could explode at this very second and he would still only have eyes for Sasuke. "Why did this happen? Why do you have to feel this way about me, Sasuke?" Naruto groans miserably, and Sasuke pushes their foreheads together, blood, fresh and warm, still runs down the side of his head in crimson rivulets. He looks at Naruto through black eyelashes and smiles simply. Naruto doesn't think he's ever wanted to kiss him more.

"Do you wish I was in love with someone else?"

Love? Sasuke has been careful to avoid that word, but the way he just said that sentence implies that he's in love with Naruto. "No. I don't want you to be in love with anyone else. But I don't want you to be in love with me either, if that makes sense. You're not really in love with me, and I don't want this fake Sasuke. I want my best friend. You're not him."

Sasuke chuckles softly, and Naruto thinks it's the saddest sound he's ever heard. "Then what am I, Naruto?" Naruto thinks this question over in his head, his body still pressed to the one underneath him. Their eyes can't seem to look away from the others and Naruto swears he can feel Sasuke's heart breaking under his chest.

"I don't know what you are." The blond is disappointed by his own answer and he can see emotions swirl in Sasuke's eyes. Dangerous emotions. The raven haired boy pushes Naruto away from him and tries to fix his appearance. He looks beaten up and ravished. Suddenly, Naruto is tongue tied and embarrassed. How does this keep happening? When he kisses Sasuke, it's like he's under some kind of spell himself, and he can't think straight. But now, clarity is starting to come back to him, and his erection withers with his lucidness. He reaches out a hand to wipe the blood that is caressing Sasuke's face and dripping down his chin, but the Uchiha turns away. "Don't." he whispers brokenly, and he wipes his own blood onto a long white sleeve. Sasuke takes a steely breath and straightens out his shoulders.

Naruto wants to try and garner his attention, but the Uchiha starts to walk, and Naruto follows suit. The wall is left behind as they walk further down the road, empty and forgotten. 'Because,' Naruto thinks with a glance at the Uchiha's retreating form, 'This never happened.'

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Sasuke is silent as they near their destination. He fears his voice would reveal his feelings and Naruto will see just how much his words had hurt him. Sasuke is drowning in his affections for the blonde; flailing and screaming and laughing because this is it. This is all life will ever amount to, because what is Sasuke's life without the idiotic blonde? Naruto still finds a way to remain oblivious even as he's kissing the daylights out of Sasuke. 'Why can't you see?' Sasuke wonders angrily, 'how much I love you?'

Sure, Sasuke hasn't been the warmest or the fuzziest person to be around, but he is suddenly brimming with fuzz and warmth and it's all for Naruto. He doesn't know what's going on with him, only that he suddenly has twenty hearts instead of one and they all bleed love for the blonde.

They finally arrive at the small Onigiri stand and Sasuke lets his tension wash out of him. "Old man!" He calls and the man in question looks at Sasuke with delight. "Sasuke, my boy!" The man croons and Naruto is trying not to fall in his surprise. The blonde didn't know Sasuke was that close to anyone except Team Seven.

Sasuke and the man hug fiercely, before the raven pulls away and the old man ruffles his hair affectionately and Sasuke lets him. Naruto is so stunned he is worried he might swallow his own tongue. "How have you been, old man?" Sasuke asks kindly, and the old man chortles, a hand coming down and hitting Sasuke on the back hard enough to jerk him forward. Naruto's eyes narrowed. This man must of been a former shinobi; no average civilian could jostle Sasuke forward like that. The raven had a lithe build, but he was an absolute powerhouse and could not be pushed around easily.

Naruto took note of the man's age; he really wasn't that old. Forties maybe. And as he watched the man touch and tease Sasuke, something dark and violent bloomed in his chest. He tried to squash it, but it remained.

"I told you to call me Kishi, you snot-nosed brat!" The man boomed and he locked Sasuke's head in his arm and gave the last Uchiha a noogie. Sasuke was scrambling to get out of the hold but his grin was large, and Naruto was...upset.

Furious.

Jealous.

What an ugly emotion, jealousy was. But, in some way or another, Naruto had always been jealous of Sasuke. But this, this was a new kind of jealousy. A much more sinister, possessive kind. He didn't want that man touching Sasuke, breathing the same air as him, laughing with him. Naruto was steadily growing angrier. And the angrier he got, the more he wanted to punch this Kishi-douchebag's face in, and brutally fuck Sasuke, until he is screaming and moaning and only thinking of Naruto.

'What is wrong with me?' Naruto thinks, scared of his own thoughts. Sasuke finally breaks out of Kishi's hold and smiles smugly. "No way i'm calling you that. I've already familiarized myself with Old man." Kishi tries to pout, but he is too elated to see Sasuke after three years of being gone. "I missed you, kiddo." Kishi smiles fondly and Sasuke nods in agreement. The veteran spares Naruto a wary glance. "Hey, kid, you got a problem?" Naruto finally realizes that he's been openly glaring at the brunette man and he tries to school his features, but he has never been good at that.

"Yeah." Naruto ground out, his eyes narrowed and his back as stiff as a board, "I'm fine." Kishi shrugged and went behind his stand and pulled out a freshly made Onigiri. "For my number one customer."

"Even now?" Sasuke wonders, as he graciously takes the Sasuke Special, and chews. His eyes almost roll back into his head. He had missed this so much, more then he missed the man who made the Onigiri himself.

"Even now." Kishi confirmed and Sasuke moaned around his mouthful. "You are a god among Onigiri makers, Old man. Even after traveling, I couldn't find one place that compared. Not even my own is this good and I like to think I've honed the skill of rice ball making."

Naruto was going to explode. Rupture and spew angry hot lava all over this stupid fucking stand and it's stupid fucking owner. Was Sasuke trying to upset him? Was he trying to get a rise out of him? Because it sure as hell was working. Why was this angering him so much? Naruto knew that Sasuke had so few in his life that truly mattered to him, and Naruto also knew the importance of having a caring restaurant owner who supplied you with good food and a second home of sorts. Naruto loved the man at Ichiraku with his whole being and he would be absolutely disgusted with Sasuke if the raven had been jealous of the father-son bond he shared with the ramen master.

But, something about this Kishi-fucktard didn't scream fatherly. It was the way he smiled at Sasuke, Naruto decided, that really ticked him off; like he was the greatest thing in the whole world. 'Stop looking at him like that. I already know he's the greatest thing in the world. He's mine, you fucking, fucker-'

"Naruto?" Sasuke called and Naruto snapped to attention, his pupils elongated into slits. "What?" He grouched and Sasuke looked at him quizzically, bits of rice all over his mouth and cheeks. "Do you want an Onigiri? You can have anyone you like, i'm paying, but i'd recommend the Sasuke Special."

Kishi scoffed at that. "Like i'd let you pay." Sasuke smiled in thanks and Naruto was barely holding onto his composure. It was slipping through his fingers like sand. "Sasuke Special?" Naruto glowered, and Sasuke shrugged a shoulder. "Ah, yeah, after the massacre I couldnt step foot into Mom's kitchen without wanting to cry, so I found this Onigiri stand on one of my morning walks and I ended up coming here for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I always ordered the same thing. Kishi ended up naming it the Sasuke special. Nice of him, huh?"

"He was a child, you bastard!" Naruto yelled, his eyes wide with horror. This Kishi-fucker-fucking-fuck is a pedophile, who has wanted Sasuke since he was a small child. Naruto wanted to vomit and kill and cry, because gods was Sasuke ever safe as a child from people who wanted his body?

"What?!" Kishi spluttered and looked at Naruto like he had grown a second head. "Naruto, what the hell is wrong with you?" Sasuke frowned strongly and Naruto couldn't believe the raven didn't see it. The lust that swirled in Kishi's eyes like water. "You wanna know what's wrong with me? This douche-bag has taken advantage of you since you were a small child, Sasuke! He's interested in you! Romantically!" Sasuke looks at him then looks at Kishi, who is furiously shaking his head no, but Naruto see's that glint in his eyes; he fucking sees it.

"Sasuke, he's crazy, i've known you since you were a kid!" Naruto is trying to hold back his rage, but he has always been irrational when it came to Sasuke. "I see the way you look at him! Undressing him with your eyes, you sick perverted-"

"Naruto! Stop!" Sasuke yells and the blonde turns incredulous eyes to the shorter raven. "But Sasuke-"

"I know, okay? I know." Sasuke's tone is annoyed and he takes another large bite into the Onigiri and the two men stare at him. Sasuke chews and swallows, then sighs. "I guess I can't come here anymore. Thanks for that. This is the best Onigiri in the universe, you asshole." Sasuke grumbled and Naruto considers strangling the Uchiha.

"What do you mean you know, Sasuke?" Kishi asks quietly, and Sasuke regards him coolly. "I know you have feelings for me. I've always known. You know, you don't get the title childhood genius, by just sitting on your ass, twiddling your thumbs." Sasuke blows out a breath and Kishi colors maroon. "Sasuke," he starts guiltily, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want it to happen, it just did! I sweared to myself that I'd never try anything, and I never did, never would! Please, don't hate me-"

"Oh shut up, old man." Sasuke frowned. "I don't hate you, would I have come here everyday for most of my childhood if I did? You never tried anything, and you made amazing Onigiri, so I stuck around. Plus, in a weird way, you were a constant in my life. I know you're a good person old man; I tend to bring out the inner pedophile in people." Sasuke snorted at his own dark joke and Kishi's head bowed down lower. He let out a terrible sounding sob and Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Don't cry, old man. You look pathetic." It came out as a tease and Kishi scrubbed at his eyes, before filling a bag with Sasuke Special's. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, handing the bag to Sasuke, who took it greedily. "Please, please, come back sometime." Sasuke smirked and nodded, walking away with his stash.

Naruto, if possible, was even angrier.

When Sasuke was a safe distance away, the blonde leaned into the older man's face and snarled. "He will never come back here, you fucker. The day you see Sasuke again, is the day I'm buried six feet under the fucking dirt, and even then I will find a way to kill you if you lay a hand on him, friendly or otherwise. Stay away from Sasuke, he belongs to Team Seven." Naruto leans away, his eyes blood red, and his lips curled into a ferocious frown, "To me."

Kishi could feel warm liquid seep out from his trousers and fill his shoes. He had just pissed himself. He nodded hastily at Naruto and the blonde straightened up to his full height, tuning away to catch up to Sasuke before mentioning one last thing. "Oh, and Kishi? I don't care if Sasuke is the one who approaches you, and not the other way around. If I catch wind that you breathed the same air as him, I will kill you. It's as simple as that. If I were you, I'd leave town."

Naruto departs with his threats hanging in the air like smoke and Kishi is pulling his supplies into bags, while crying and calling Sasuke's name softly. Naruto grins, his eyes slowly bleeding back to blue. He runs to Sasuke who is quite a ways away.

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Sasuke sits under a large oak tree and waits patiently as the blonde finishes doing whatever it was that he was doing with Kishi. 'I wonder if he's jealous?' Sasuke thinks, his face flaming. No, that would be impossible. Naruto had made it pretty clear that he didn't want clingy, lovey Sasuke who was madly, insanely, infatuated with him. He wanted cold, calculating, detached Sasuke who was strictly just a best friend; a bro. Sasuke's nose wrinkled. He didn't want to be buddies, bros, with Naruto anymore. He wanted to be lovers. His body still quivered when he remembered the way Naruto had totally unraveled him against that wall, kissing and touching him until he came all over the inside of his trousers. His pants were now stiff with his dry jizz.

But after Naruto had told him he wanted the old Sasuke, he had tried to reel in his emotions and give the blonde a more subdued version of himself, but damn it all if he didn't want to jump on Naruto and grind their bodies together. But, noooo. So Sasuke had watched Naruto out of the corner of his eye the whole time he chatted with Kishi, and shoved Onigiri after Onigiri in his mouth, trying to quell the much larger hunger he had for the tall blonde.

Yes, Sasuke decided with a frown, he would eat his feelings away, until he could be okay with being Naruto's bro. He would become a fat, lonely bro, because what was the point of being attractive if the only person you'll ever love is not interested in you and straight, and you are as gay for him as the sun is yellow, and you'll probably end up watching him walk down the aisle with some pink haired monster that you despise, but you'll smile through your tears, and give them your blessings; fuck, you'll probably end up being the best man bro, and your a fat, old, virgin bro with eight fucking cats that you hate, because you hate cats-

"I am so fucking angry with you, Sasuke." Naruto growls and Sasuke blinks slowly, as if waking up, and looks into Naruto's eyes and tries not to melt at the depth of them. "Why?" Sasuke asks. Naruto glowers at him and the Uchiha's balls tighten in pleasure.

Gods, everything the blonde did turned him on!

"Why would you agree to see Kishi again? He's a freak, who's in love with you-"

"You don't think I can handle myself against Kishi?" Sasuke asks, annoyed at his decided fate in the blondes life and ready to take that frustration out on aforementioned blonde. Naruto's brows scrunch in disbelief. "I never said that. Why would you put yourself in a dangerous situation like that?"

Sasuke shrugs a slim shoulder. "You didn't try one of his Onigiri, Naruto. Their amazing. Besides, Kishi's harmless. He's a war vet with a wooden peg for a right leg and very emotional soul. You saw the way he was bitch-crying back there, didn't you?" Naruto's eyes widened and his lips curled in distaste. "You don't like this fucker, do you? Because-"

"Listen to yourself!" Sasuke interrupted with an incredulous laugh, "Do you know how crazy you sound? Why do you think I only ever called him Old man? It was to make sure there was always some kind of distance between us. But, he's been a good friend. Why do you even care? I thought you weren't interested in me in that way, so why would you care who I dated?"

Naruto's face colored but his anger was still present. "I care because you're my friend, and i'm tired of watching you surround yourself with people who don't have your best interest at heart. I don't want you ever seeing Kishi again, Sasuke. I mean it."

Sasuke's knees buckled slightly, and he was feeling dizzy with the weight of his pleasure. "Naruto…" The raven murmured softly, eyes lowered under black eyelashes, "Please, just-"

"I cant." Naruto interrupted, but he still came closer to Sasuke, their breaths mingling in the cold night air, "This is all too confusing. Kissing you is confusing. Don't ask me to lose myself in you again, Sasuke, because that's what happens every time your lips touch mine. It's getting harder to stay away."

"Please don't stay away, Naruto. I don't want that. I want you, I want us." Tears were building in Sasuke's eyes and Naruto kissed each wet eyelid. "Stop doing this. Just stop." The blonde muttered, and cupped the Uchiha's cheeks, pulling his head up and pressing their mouths together. Sasuke gasped out a sob, and kissed harder, shivers running up and down the length of his body. He could kiss Naruto every second of every day and never grow tired. Naruto pulled away from Sasuke's warm mouth and littered his face with small pecks. The Uchiha buried his face in Naruto's neck, letting his tears silently fall. They embraced each other for quite a while, nothing but silence surrounding them save for Sasuke's shaky breaths.

This is the last time they would be kissing. Somehow, Sasuke just knew. He cried harder.

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Itsuki is running as fast as her old legs will take her. Yes, she is an all powerful sorceress, but she was pushing eighty, and her body didn't work half as well as it used to.

She had casted a tracking spell on Sasuke before he could leave the Orochimaru hideout and she had been following dark purple chakra that belonged to the Uchiha. Even though Sasuke had Body Flickered to Konoha, the tracking spell let Itsuki have a guided path to the target using their own chakra signature, which was different for every shinobi.

"I hope i'm not too late. The curse will deteriorate Sasuke's cognitive skills over time." The magic queen panted to herself, a withered hand placed against her racing heart. Even though she was worried for the boy, she was starting to see double and her throat tasted metallic and dry.

She slumped against a log and gasped, her eyes squinted to fight off her vertigo. "Oh god, I can't keep doing shit like this." Itsuki muttered to herself, sweat collecting in the creases of her skin.

"I've told you that a thousand times, dear."

Itsuki's head snapped up to see a transparent figure leaning against a tree cooly, regarding her with an alluring smile. He had to be in his forties.

"Edgar?" Itsuki mumbled incredulously, and the ghost looked at her with his eyes closed in a large smile. "Were you expecting any other ghosts to come visit you?"

Itsuki shook her head and Edgar laughed, the noise sliding through the trees and disappearing into the atmosphere like vapor. "Am I dying? I knew I was out of shape, but this…"

"Yes, dear. Walk towards the light." The ghost joked and Itsuki could feel tears streaming down her face. "Edgar, I miss you so." The old woman whispered brokenly and the mirage smiled sadly. "Soon, my love. We'll be together again. But right now, you need to help that Uchiha boy you so troubled. I saw all of that, by the way. You have quite an affinity for theatrics."

Itsuki blushed, then covered her face. "Don't look at me!" The woman suddenly wailed, "I don't want you to see me all old like this." Edgar gave her a loving look. "How many times do I have to tell you that your beautiful, before you finally understand?"

Itsuki removed her hands, but the figure was gone. She clenched her eyes painfully shut. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say it, Eddy." She whispered into the air, and a breeze came, washing her hair out of her bun and caressing her face, brushing against her lips. Silver hair continued to be tossed in the air, but Itsuki didn't mind. This was Edgars wind, his spirit, and it cleansed her like no other. Memories came back to her, and she cried harder with each one.

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"Momma!" Itsuki screamed happily, running into the small wooden kitchen that belonged to her house. Her mom was stewing over some soup and she looked down at her daughter as she entered the room with a skip in her step.

"What is it, darling?" She asked tiredly and Itsuki smiled brightly, a band-aid on her cheek crinkling with the force of her gap-toothed grin. "I can create a water ninjutsu! I can! I can!"

Her mother's eyes widened with glee and she dropped to her knees, arms touching the tall child's boney shoulders. "Really? Oh Itsuki, that's wonderful! Show mommy! And then show daddy, then all of the instructors who dropped you-"

"Water Style: Cold bucket jutsu!" Itsuki cried passionately and procured a sloshing bucket of water from behind her scrawny back. She then proceeded to dump the tub of water onto her mother's head and laughed gleefully. Her mother only looked at the ground, her wet bangs obscuring her eyes. Itsuki giggled until her sides hurt then pouted when she noticed her mother still hadn't responded. "Sorry Mama." Itsuki mumbled sadly, "I thought you would think it was funny. I like it when Mama laughs-"

Itsuki's face was jerked painfully to the side with the force of her mother's slap. A soft cry left the child's lips and a her mother narrowed her eyes angrily, rivulets of water running down her face. "Stupid child!" Her mother screamed, getting up and dragging Itsuki into the living room by her ear. Itsuki sobbed as her ear was almost ripped off and she was forced to kneel in front of her imposing father as he sat in his plush red recliner, reading a newspaper with his glasses on. "Di, what is the meaning of this?" He asked his wife warily, and Diana pointed a furious finger at her quivering daughter.

"I don't know where we went wrong, Johnny, but she continues to pull these stupid pranks and connect perform a single ninjutsu! It's pathetic! You have renowned shinobi for parents, how does this happen? I don't remember dropping you on your head." her mother sneered the last sentence into the girl's ear and Itsuki cried harder, curling herself into a ball.

"I'm sorry." Itsuki murmured brokenly, "Eddy likes it when I play pranks-"

"You mean Edgar? That stupid ruffian? I told you to stay away from him! Kami, Itsuki, do you listen to a word I say?" Diana roared and Johnny sighed, folding up his newspaper and setting it on the small table near his chair. "You are a girl, Itsu-chan. What are you doing, playing pranks and hanging out with boys? And what are you wearing?"

Itsuki looked down at her dirty white wife beater that was covered in jelly, Eddy and her had been eating sandwiches and throwing rocks by the creek, and her plaid cargo shorts. Itsuki was unusually tall for her age when it came to girls, but she was as tall as the boys. She had a round face, but sunken eyes and a crooked nose. Her hair was almond brown but it was short and looped around her pointy ears. She had a big smile, but was missing her two front teeth and four bottom teeth after they fell out when she face planted into the water when her and Eddy went tire swinging at the creek a few weeks back. She always had bandages on her arms and face and her knees were so scraped up from playing rough with her guy friends, that they were just big purple scabs.

"What happened to that nice ninja dress your mother bought you? Or even one of your civilian dresses?" Her father asked and Itsuki stuck out her tongue at the idea of a skirt. Her mother hit the back of her temple and Itsuki whimpered, cradling her head. "Don't stick your tongue out at your father, brat!"

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Itsuki kicked a training post brutally, watching the metal stand that held up the wooden dummy squeal as it tipped over. She panted harshly, chest heaving as she looked down at the thoroughly destroyed post. It had taken her all day to destroy just that one. Pathetic.

"Nice." Edgar complimented, dropping down from a nearby tree and Itsuki squealed, spinning and hitting Edgar with her fists. "Jerk! I almost pissed myself just now!" Edgar laughed and grabbed her fists. "Stop it, that hurts!" He laughed and the brunette couldn't help but smile. "You're tougher than that." Edgar looked down into her eyes, a smile curling at his lips. "Am I?" He mused and she nodded. He kissed her then, and she put her arms around his neck, one hand playing with the soft black curls at the back of his head. Edgar had just been promoted to Jounin, while Itsuki was considered a civilian. She had been unable to pass her entrance exam in the Hidden Mist Village, and she had been there to comfort Edgar after he had to kill off the rest of his classmates in the ceremonially genin test. It had broken Edgar in so many ways to slaughter his friends, and the boy who she had grown to love with her whole being could barely get a wink of sleep, until very recently.

Now, Itsuki was twenty-five, in the prime of her life, but already passed expiration in ninja years. Her mother had felt wronged when she found out her only child's chakra coils were so small and crooked that she would be unable to become a ninja. It had crushed Itsuki as well, but she was happy, as long as she had Edgar by her side.

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The Mist had been attacked by the Sand Village last night, and utter chaos rained through the streets. The Mizukage was caught in a battle with the Kazekage on top of the Mizukage tower. But, Itsuki didn't care. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the man who laid dying in her soaked arms. Rain fell overhead and Edgar pressed a trembling hand onto Itsuki's cheek. "I love you." He breathed out, his eyes slightly glassy as the wound in his abdomen continued to pour blood onto the ground, "I love you so much, Itsuki."

"I couldn't protect you." The forty year old woman sobbed, "I couldn't protect the person most precious to me. I'm so sorry. Edgar. You married a fool."

"I married a queen." Egar whispered fiercely, the blood rushing out of his mouth doing nothing to stop his words, "I married a goddess amongst women. You are my whole world, my love. Never forget that, because even in death it stands true."

"Edgar." Itsuki wailed, holding him tight. He went slack in her arms and she roared at the pouring heavens, begging them to bring back her love-

Itsuki shook her head. The wind had stopped. Edgar was gone. "Till next time, sweet prince of my heart." The old woman called softly into the night, before standing back up shakily and making her way slowly down the long, dark road.

Authors Note:

Hey guys! So here's chapter three of Desire, sorry it took me a couple days. Currently, I am working on this fic and 'The Boy On The Other Side Of The Glass'. I'll be alternating between updating those two. I am in no way finished with 'Complicated' and my other fics, but I am enjoying Narusasu a lot right now. This chapter was meant to give you a look at Itsuki's past and, of course, some more Naruto and Sasuke angst, haha. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to PM me!

BTW, if you don't like Itsuki ( I don't ever make OC's so I'm not sure if she turned out good) This will be the only glimpse into her past I will write about, unless I am asked to write about her past more. In the future, when she pops up, it will be for dialogue with other Naruto characters.

I also want to say 1,000,000 thank you's to everyone who put in the time to review my stories; it means the world! Your reviews inspire me to continue to write even when I'm feeling down and for that, I am eternally grateful. Make sure to check out my other stories!

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