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The Rogue Uchiha

Reports from Iwa were alarming. Actually, downright baffling might be a better descriptor. Much speculation and wild accusations shot around the ANBU headquarters where the latest information from Iwa was being digested even as the rumors began to gain traction in the very streets of Konoha. Some ANBU - no doubt bewildered as the rest of them - had shot his mouth off, and word had gotten round to the villagers and, from there, the Council of Elders. The indiscreet shinobi would be disciplined harshly when he or she was discovered. Right now, they had bigger problems.

The masks of the ANBU had been discarded haphazardly around the room. A central table was heaped with disordered papers and hastily strewn maps. Morino Ibiki, head of ANBU forces, ran a tight ship, demanding excellence in everything from taijutsu to housecleaning from his ranks. The disorder and the fact that Ibiki scarcely noted it were clear signs of the uproar that had gripped them all.

"We must brief Hokage-sama," said Ibiki.

"What in the name of the Sage are we supposed to tell him?" demanded one of his underlings. Usually the young man who wore a rabbit mask was calm and composed as required as a member of ANBU. This outburst was highly unbecoming of an officer, but Ibiki did not upbraid him.

"He finally lost his mind," said another. "Some of us saw it coming."

"He was too young when he joined us. We all thought so."

"His father pushed the appointment through."

"Goddamn Uchiha -"

"Enough." Ibiki's hand slapped the table with a resounding smack. "I will brief Hokage-sama and the Council. While I am gone, prepare the orders for the recall of our squads in the field. All squads. Await further orders."

Recalling the squads...they all knew what that meant. "Is it war then?" an ANBU asked grimly.

Ibiki paused by the door. "Unless Iwa halts their pursuit, unless we somehow avoid bloodshed, unless any one of a thousand things do not go wrong - yes, it's war."

… … …

The three ranking members of the Council along with the heads of Konoha's eminent clans crowded into the Yondaime Hokage's office for an emergency meeting. Ibiki put truth to the rumors they had all heard and hitherto dismissed as outrageous. Another time, under other circumstances, Ibiki might have delighted in the thunderstruck expressions, complete with jaws agape, that each person in the room now sported. But the consequences were too dire, the scope of this disaster too monumental for amusement.

Namikaze Minato had not escaped the thrall of astonishment. He would not believe the claim from anyone else but Morino Ibiki.

"A child?" exclaimed Minato. "Uchiha Itachi has kidnapped a child?"

"From the Land of Earth." Ibiki nodded. "He is bringing the child straight to Konoha. At least, that is our analysis based on his current course."

Minato looked to the ceiling as though he might find answers in the air. "Itachi-kun was on a reconnaissance mission."

"He did not complete it," said Ibiki. "His team reports that their captain disappeared for a full day and night. When he returned, he ordered them to abort the mission and report to the nearest safe house. He did not have the child with him at the time. A second team has searched the area since then. They've found clear signs of a battle, including a significant amount of blood, but it seems Iwa nin reached the sight first and cleared any bodies."

"And Iwa's response?"

"Several squads have pursued Uchiha through the Land of Grass. We believe they will attempt to secure him and the child before crossing the border into the Land of Fire. My men await orders to engage them."

Which would be a declaration of war, but if the Uchiha captain had, in fact, killed Iwa shinobi, the two nations might already be at war.

No friend to the Uchiha clan, Councilwoman Koharu said, "Hokage-sama, the Uchiha's actions are a clear violation of his mission and the bounds of his authority. If he is punished and stripped of his rank, if the child is returned without harm, we can avert war."

Hyuuga Hiashi said grimly, "Or we can use this opportunity to crush Iwagakure. It's been a long time coming."

The mood grew impossibly darker, and Minato's mind went back to a time almost five years ago, not long after he'd ascended to his position of Hokage, a time after the Third Shinobi War when the world had seemed at peace and Minato's own happiness had overflowed. Precious memories of those few years pressed upon him now, but an all too familiar bitterness rose in his chest and drowned them out. Once, it had seemed Konoha and Iwa would move past the conflicts of the Third Shinobi War and into an age of true cooperation. But that was before.

Before mounting tensions, before economic sanctions, before mobilization, before Uzumaki Kushina was kidnapped.

She had left Konoha for a simple escort mission, B rank. She was the jounin captain leading a team of chunin. Those chunin were especially skilled. Minato had seen to that. In fact, one of them was ANBU in disguise. After his relationship with Kushina became known, heightening her security - without making it obvious to her - was necessary, but as time cruelly proved, his measures were insufficient. Her team never reported reaching the Land of Grass. ANBU descended on their trail. Minato's best student, Hatake Kakashi, led the search with his dog summons and with every intent of moving heaven on earth to find her. Instead, they found the bodies of her team strung up in trees. Kushina herself had vanished. A downtrodden and altogether wretched Kakashi had returned to Konoha bearing only a single long strand of red hair.

Her safe return was more than the deepest longing of Konoha's Hokage. Uzumaki Kushina was the jinchuriki of the Kyuubi no Yoko. An invaluable asset that must, at all costs, be retrieved. All clan members agreed. Konoha's forces rapidly assembled and moved into the territory where her whereabouts were last known: the border of the Land of Earth and Grass. Iwa cried foul and denied all culpability.

Only the location and past enmity linked Iwa to Kushina's disappearance. Considering the frantic state of Minato's mind back then, it was plenty to spark war anew. But when evidence - scant evidence, true, but evidence none the less - pointed to Kumogakure instead, Minato hesitated.

Those were dark days. Konoha was coiled like cobra, poised to sink its lethal fangs into whichever nation twitched first. But definitive evidence was never uncovered. Interrogations yielded no new information. He met personally with the Tsuchikage and Raikage and swore to rain fire on their villages if Kushina's disappearance was either of their doing. Finally, Iwa and Kumo both allowed Konoha teams, escorted by their own shinobi, conditional entry into their nations. Hordes of Hyuugas, Aburames, and Inuzukas descended on the foreign nations and scoured the land for signs of Kushina. If a sign ever existed, it had been lost in the weeks since her kidnapping. Or the signs were deliberately erased. Torn apart by love and rage, Minato had agonized while many screamed for revenge and others wept at the thought of another war before the scars of the last had healed. More blood. More death.

In the end, one thing restrained Minato: the thought that Iwa and Kumo were framed by a third party, the fear that he would be playing into a master manipulator's hands if he led the Land of Fire into war. After six months of escalation, the Hokage negotiated for increased access to each nation's information network and continuous patrolling in return for a marked decrease in hostilities and reopening of trade. Both the Tsuchikage and Raikage seemed relieved to accept, though their gruff exteriors did not suggest it. Minato was not giving up. He was changing tactics. Someone somewhere knew what had befallen Kushina. In time, that someone would fall into his ever growing web of information. It was what he had believed back then. Five years later, the trail was stone cold dead, Minato's heart along with it.

While he had not chosen war, the Hokage never lost his suspicion that one of the two nations - or both, working together - had stolen Kushina from him, and a small part of him, the one that whispered to him in the lonely dark of night, believed that he would never learn the truth of her disappearance until he'd razed the hidden villages. Nevertheless, tensions had more or less settled since that accursed day. Now Uchiha Itachi, in the most blatantly obnoxious stunt Minato could envision, threatened to upend the fraught cease fire. Minato couldn't decide if he rejoiced in the thought or not.

An ANBU wearing a hawk mask jumped to the windowsill. Ibiki accepted a slip of paper from him before the shinobi vanished to the rooftop. Ibiki read the note. When his eyes slightly widened, everyone tensed for bad news. "I sent a team to make contact with Uchiha," said Ibiki. "When they attempted to stop him, he retaliated. No deaths, but one of my men was injured. He received emergency field care from a med-nin. Two of my men are still in pursuit of Captain Uchiha."

Silence absorbed the shock that engulfed them all.

"Uchiha Itachi has the beginnings of an Iwa army at his back!" declared Inuzuka Tsume. "How long are we gonna debate this? We gotta work fast here."

Minato had met with Itachi personally before signing off on the mission. Itachi's tender age had always given him pause. To bear the burden of leadership was not a task for children, nor was the grim necessity of killing, but Itachi was a true genius. More importantly, his maturity surpassed many men twice his age. Minato had taken care to draw the boy out when he could, even ordering him as his Hokage to speak his inner thoughts when he clammed up. Itachi had stood in this very office not four weeks ago and told Minato of his younger brother's antics, trying to outdo him by learning their clan's fireball jutsu at an earlier age than he had. The quiet affection in his voice had helped convince Minato that Itachi's mind was as sound as ever.

A child. Why would Uchiha Itachi ever dream of stealing a child away from its home? Unless the child was being mistreated, unless the child reminded him of his younger brother - no, even then, Itachi was a shinobi, a damn good one at that. He wouldn't allow a passing resemblance to his brother to alter his judgement and imperil the stability of the continent.

Minato rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knew he was grasping at straws, but he would believe anything before he would accept that Uchiha Itachi had willfully betrayed Konoha.

"Could Iwa have put him under a powerful genjutsu?"

"Impossible."

Heads turned to see Uchiha Fugaku, flanked by two of his own lieutenants, enter the Hokage's office. Everyone stiffened. There had long been rumblings that the Uchiha were discontent with their present status in Konoha. More than one mind present ran through a scenario of an outbreak of war meant to deplete Konoha's forces, of an Uchiha rebellion meant to overthrow the current Hokage and Council. The blame of Itachi's actions might fall squarely at his father's feet. Tempers were riding high, and clan rivalries began to reassert their ugly heads. Minato knew beyond a doubt that he must come to a decision soon, before a war broke out in his own village.

"My son would never be caught by such a jutsu," Fugaku said. "His abilities in genjutsu are unmatched throughout the Five Nations. It is impossible."

Hiashi said, "Then he has gone rogue."

"My son knows his duty to his village and his family. He would never violate that duty."

"Then perhaps his loyalties became crossed," suggested Hiashi.

Only a tightening of his shoulders and the corners of his mouth hinted at Fugaku's state of mind. "Is that why I was not summoned to this meeting? Is the Uchiha clan suspect? We, who would contribute the greatest force of shinobi - in both number and quality - to an army Konoha amasses to defend her sovereignty?"

"We have made no such claim, Fugaku," said Shikaku, speaking for the first time. "We are all seeking to understand this unprecedented situation." All his mighty intellect could not unravel the puzzle.

Fugaku spoke solely to Minato, whose chin rested on his steepled fingers, his brows crossed in concentration. "Hokage-sama, I understand my son is returning to Konoha. That does not support the idea of his interests being separate from those of Konoha." It was clear Fugaku detested the word "rogue" by the effort he took to avoid it.

"Starting a war of his own volition is," said Yamanaka Inoichi. "Injuring a member of ANBU is. And if he is coming to Konoha with a few squads of Iwa shinobi at his back, what is to say he is not, in fact, leading the invading forces?"

Uchiha Fugaku's hand spasmed before he smoothed over the reaction, but it was enough to draw the Hokage's ANBU bodyguards from various concealed locations. Kunai flashed. Bodies tensed. Minato waved for his bodyguards to stand down, and he saw that Fugaku's men did the same. His instincts told him this was no plot of the Uchihas. What he read in Fugaku's demeanor was something he had rarely seen there: anxiety, plain and simple. He feared for his elder son or perhaps for the reputation of his clan. Probably both. And for good reason.

"Hokage-sama," Fugaku said, "an elite shinobi of Konohagakure is being hunted by an enemy village. Our recourse is obvious."

"Hokage-sama?" said Ibiki, waiting for orders.

Minato bowed his head and thought, as he often did, of Kushina. How much lighter would the weight of the world be if she were there to share it? When he opened his eyes, his mind was made. "In this extraordinary circumstance, we will put our trust in a shinobi who has never yet failed us."

The tension in the room drained somewhat, though suspicion lingered. Ibiki said, "In that case, Hokage-sama, I request permission to attach a detail to Uchiha Itachi and assure his safe passage into the Land of Fire. After which, I request permission to intercept him."

"And if he resists?" asked Minato. Fugaku twitched but remained silent.

"I request permission to subdue him, with deadly force if necessary."

A muffled dissent arose from Fugaku's lieutenants, but they were silenced by Fugaku himself.

"Protect him," said Minato. "Try to make contact. Do not engage in battle. There is a child to consider, as well."

A few people recoiled, having dismissed the child as an odd accessory to this outrageous situation and not a creature that needed protection.

"Just who is the kid?" said Tsume. "A lovechild?"

Fugaku choked. "Im-impossible!"

Minato cut through the noise. "It is irrelevant at the moment."

"How far do we allow him to penetrate before we stop him?" asked Ibiki. "I do not recommend allowing him into the village until he has explained himself. To do otherwise would demonstrate to Iwa that we approve of this kidnapping. If we want to save any room to walk back from this -"

"Let me go," said Fugaku quickly. "Please, Hokage-sama, let me speak to him."

The uncharacteristic plea changed the dynamic in the room, as more clan heads and the elders themselves regarded Fugaku with less disdain, but Hiashi still said, "Consider, Hokage-sama. A team of Uchiha shinobi poised to join with the Iwa squads."

Minato shot the Hyuuga a warning glance. "Don't be foolish, Hiashi-san. The Uchihas will have left their families in Konoha under our protection. The clan has not always behaved wisely, but they have never been so very foolhardy as that."

Fugaku understood the threat and in light of his son's precarious position accepted it with only the faintest clenching of his jaw. "Thank you, Hokage-sama."

Minato stood. "I want regular updates. If Iwa passes into Konoha's domain, we will attack them with intent to capture and only to kill in self-defense. Furthermore, Uchiha Itachi will not injure another Konoha shinobi without a reciprocal response. Is that understood?"

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

… … …

Uchiha Itachi raced across the ground as fast as his legs would carry him. So - quite fast indeed. He sensed the Konoha shinobi scattered around him, keeping a safe distance, and felt a rush of gratitude towards Hokage, who surely had ordered this restraint. It indicated a great trust, which Itachi hoped he would soon validate. He had never been a spiritual person, but he prayed long and hard that he was not wrong to do this.

The arms that were wrapped around his neck tightened their hold, and Itachi felt new wetness trickle down his skin. The child, a boy of no more than four and small for his age, was crying. Itachi couldn't blame him; he was just glad the boy was cooperating by staying still and silent. That was less a result of obedience, he imagined, and more a result of being scared to death.

When they passed into the Land of Fire, Itachi breathed more easily. Iwa still dogged his steps, but he had no doubt they would be blocked if they tried to delve too deeply. It was a careful balance Konoha sought to maintain right now. Iwa, too. How much they had known, how much they knew now - Itachi wasn't certain, but he believed he carried in his arms the justification for the Fourth Shinobi War. It was that realization alone that had made him hesitate when he first saw the boy and first questioned him. This chase over field and stone and the uproar it had surely caused in Konoha were his own fault. He would carry the weight of his shameful indecision all the days of his life.

He would never have taken a break for himself, but the boy had begun to bawl in earnest. With a wary glance into the trees, Itachi slowed. He secured his own cloak around the boy, hiding his hair and face from any vigilant eyes. As the swaddled boy relieved himself, Itachi dug up a ration bar for him and took a bite of it himself.

A noise from the boy brought his head around. Itachi could only see his chin clearly. It wobbled. "Dhey won't come after me?"

Itachi shook his head. "You saw me kill them. They can't hurt you." He hoped the sights and smells of that slaughter would not stay with the boy long. In any case, his tears had begun to dry.

A shaking branch ended their moment of stillness. Itachi planned a genjutsu trap for the ANBU that got too close.

"Come, little one."

The boy raised his arms, too thin to signify good health. Itachi lifted him, and the race was on.

… … …

Uchiha Fugaku fumed and stormed in equal measure as he awaited the arrival of his elder son, his family's paradigm of shinobi prowess, the pride of the whole village. How he had rejoiced and reveled in his son's accomplishments! How brutally all that admiration came crashing down around him as he was forced to confront his son's reckless behavior. With each moment this scandal continued, shame was heaped onto the name of Uchiha. No more. Fugaku would stop it here, less than a mile out from Konoha's walls. Here. And now.

His son leaped down from the treetops. He was always so graceful, even after the many miles he had covered in a matter of hours, but Fugaku detected the carefully controlled breathing, as though, left on his own, he would be gasping for air. Fugaku frowned at the unmoving bundle Itachi held against his chest. Was the child dead? It would surely be best if that were the case.

"Father," said Itachi, and Fugaku concealed his surprise. He had expected Itachi to combat him with silence. Instead, his son broke custom and stared him down like an avenging wraith. It was unsettling.

"Itachi," he said, certain to let his disappointment leak into the name. Then came the anger. "What have you done, boy?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

The blatant disrespect caught him off guard. As he was composing a response, his son took one step towards him. Sharingans activated, Fugaku's guards lurched forward at the perceived threat - and a threat it most certainly was.

"I'm sorry, Father, but if you intend to stand in my way, I will defeat you. It will not be a challenge." The weight of his killing intent settled over Fugaku. "Don't make Sasuke grow up without a father."

For a moment, Fugaku almost believed him, almost believed his son could kill him. Then the bundle whimpered, and his arms wrapped more snugly around it.

"Not much longer," he murmured to the child. "Be brave, little one." Fugaku had never seen such gentleness from his son, at least, not directed towards anyone other than his younger brother. Fugaku stared at the bundle, the pale little ankles that barely showed, the slender arms wrapped around his son's neck. Not a hair poked out of the cloak in which the child was wrapped, so he could make no judgements based on sight alone.

Was this his grandchild? No, he blanched. Itachi would not be so reckless. At least, Fugaku would never have believed it of him, but on this very day, he might have single handedly incited a war with Iwa. Besides, was his son even old enough to father children? The child was no infant. That was clear. The timing was impossible.

"Well, Father?"

The unmistakable quiver in Itachi's voice spoke volumes. His son had run himself ragged, and all the confidence he exuded was a last-ditched effort to maintain his composure. Itachi was still lethal, but Fugaku's men could take him, rid themselves of this child, and end this humiliating conflict.

"I'm sorry, Itachi. This is for the good of the clan."

A beat passed. His men gasped then and fell to their knees as one, clutching their throats and retching.

"It's rats," said Itachi softly. His eyes glittered in the darkness. "Rats are biting and clawing inside their stomachs and climbing up their throats. I suspect the rats will soon find a taste for eyeballs."

"They are your family, Itachi!"

Itachi stepped closer to his father, and the sight of the Mangekyo Sharingan struck Fugaku like a punch to his gut. He gaped. Pride and elation tried to worm their way into his heart, but something else in Itachi's eyes stopped those feelings cold. Since when had his elder son, his beloved son, grown to hate him?

"Last chance, Father."

Fugaku stepped aside. Itachi vanished into the night.

… … …

Minato watched Uchiha Itachi run straight to the gates of Konoha. The young man was a marvel. Ibiki had brought in five new squads to give the others time to rest. Itachi outran them, all while carrying his burden across the many miles of rugged terrain. Minato could read the exhaustion in his limbs, which moved stiffly, and the slump of his shoulders - so different from his usual poise. Most telling, Itachi had not noticed the Hokage's presence on top of the wall. He was nearly dead on his feet, yet he stayed true to his purpose and confronted the ANBU lining the gate with all the resolve of a samurai - and all the while cradling the child. Truly, a marvel.

Ibiki's thoughts about the Uchiha were less generous: The kid has lost his motherfucking mind.

"I will stop for no one but the Hokage," Itachi informed the barricade of shinobi, who gazed with intense curiosity at the child hidden under the cloak.

"Your actions border on treasonous, Uchiha," said an ANBU. "You're in no position to make demands. Hand over the child. You are under arrest."

The little legs just visible from under the cloak kicked out. To their astonishment, Itachi patted what must be the child's back and made a comforting noise.

"I will speak to Hokage-sama," he said. "Afterwards, I will not resist arrest."

An impressive display of posturing ensued. Then Minato heard a little whimper from the child in his arms. Enough of this.

"I'm here, Itachi-kun." He jumped to the ground and approached the Uchiha.

"Hokage-sama," Itachi said. The mind-numbing relief in his voice caught Minato off guard as did the sudden glance from his face to the child. The ANBU exchanged looks. Minato gestured for Itachi to follow him, but the ANBU began to follow as well.

"Only Hokage," Itachi snarled. The shinobi puffed up their chests and prepared for a verbal battle if not a physical one. But Itachi anticipated them. "Hokage-sama, grant me an audience. Without them."

Minato raised a hand to stop them. At the moment, there was nothing Minato would deny Itachi, not when that note of desperation entered his voice. When it became clear he meant to leave them behind, his ANBU guard said, "Hokage-sama! I must insist -"

"And I must order you to stand down. Come, Itachi." Minato leaped towards the nearest roof and was inordinately pleased to see that Itachi could still manage such a feat. Minato could feel the gazes of his shinobi burning holes in his back. More than one of them wondered if their Hokage was about to be murdered, though they didn't see how the Uchiha could accomplish it in his current condition. More than fear for their Hokage, the pervading emotion they felt was nothing less than unadulterated curiosity.

Minato's curiosity was no less extreme. He simply could not fathom what was running through Itachi's mind. In truth, Itachi at the moment was focused on putting one foot in front of the other. It was with great relief that they went straight to Hokage-sama's office, though Itachi refused to let himself relax even then. He knew that he would lose all control of his body the moment he did. His arms and legs felt like lead weights.

When Hokage crossed his arms and stood in front of his desk, all Itachi's initial uncertainty returned to him, compounded by his exhaustion and the heartsick feeling of knowing he had this very night cut ties with his family, perhaps even with Sasuke.

"I wasn't sure what to do," burst from him as the bright blue eyes of his Hokage watched him closely. "I was afraid if they saw him - if they realized - I couldn't be sure what they knew. How could they not know?" Itachi was as near to babbling as he'd ever been in his life. "And after the boy -"

At that, Itachi released a shuddering breath. Minato studied the still-cloaked child, who remained unnaturally still to his way of thinking, and said, "Your resolve is like nothing I've ever witnessed, Itachi. I hope you can trust me with the reason for it."

Some of the tension drained from Itachi's shoulders. He nudged the boy, whose hand unwrapped from Itachi's neck but gripped the cloak instead.

"He's scared," Itachi explained. "The last shinobi he saw were trying to capture him. Iwa nin, surrounding him."

"And they failed?" How could grown shinobi fail to capture so small a child?

"He was…protected," said Itachi. "Then I stepped in. Come, little one. He won't hurt you. This is Yondaime Hokage, Namikaze Minato. I told you about him."

When the boy did not respond, Minato said gently, "Welcome, child. You're in Konoha, and this is a safe place. A very safe and beautiful place." Itachi seemed eager for Minato to continue soothing the boy. "No one can hurt you here. Itachi and I will protect you."

He prayed he could keep his word. With Iwa out for blood, the child's return might be tantamount to preventing war.

"Say hello to Yondaime Hokage-sama," Itachi encouraged. "Hey, little one, the Yondaime, he'll take care of you. He…" Itachi swallowed, "he knew your mother."

Minato's eyebrows shot upwards. Oddly, his heartbeat accelerated, and a curious sense of unreality settled over him. The child murmured into Itachi's neck. It sounded like baby talk. Minato couldn't make it out. He couldn't explain to himself the sudden, desperate urge he had to see the boy.

"My arms are tired," Itachi replied. "I can't hold you anymore."

The cloaked head quirked upwards at that, and the little fist unclenched. Slowly, Itachi set the child on his feet. The boy huddled next to Itachi's leg and wrapped one arm tightly around it. Itachi tugged at the cloak, and the first spike of golden hair appeared. The boy smashed his face into Itachi's leg, but Itachi removed the hood to reveal a head of beautiful golden hair, the color of which was nearly identical to Minato's.

The Hokage wanted to reassure this boy for whom Itachi almost killed himself, but his throat didn't seem to work anymore.

The boy shifted. Minato saw faint lines, like whiskers, stretching across his cheeks. And when the boy's eyes finally opened, they were the same sky blue as his own. Minato could not stop staring. His heart pounded like mad in his chest, threatening to break his ribs, and his mouth was bone dry. The boy ducked his head again, but he said, carefully sounding out his words, "Hello, Yondaime Hokage-sama."

Minato didn't recognize his own voice when he greeted the boy in return. It was some strained, garbled thing that only posed as a voice. He must have lost his senses entirely, or at least suffered from some acute sickness that affected his vision, for his eyes told him that the blonde-haired boy was a near perfect miniature of himself. His brain worked overtime trying to find some rational conclusion, for such striking resemblance - no, it was impossible.

Somehow, with an extreme force of will, Minato tore his eyes from the boy to meet Itachi's. He searched for answers in their black depths.

Itachi shrugged helplessly and said, "His name is Uzumaki Naruto."