A/N: This idea came to me a few weeks ago and I SO wanted to write it, so, here it is! Hope you like it! It's a multi-chap because I don't know if to end at ten or fourteen xD Oooh, and by the way, when i write about Itachi, I imagine Lily's Itachi (most Uchihas in my mind are Lily's except Sasuke), he's just so sexy! xD If you don't know what 'Lily's Itachi' is, google it! Then you'll know what I mean ;D Oh, and 'Sora' is simply plot convenience, she would only appear on this chap and the next but no more. I just couldn't find a right chick for Itachi -.-'

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama and Family.

Rating: M (for future smut and language)

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke had a serious problem. A very complex one at that. And Uzumaki Naruto was determined to change it, thanks with the help of said raven's family. Multi-Chap,YAOI, Lemon, boyxboy, don't like, don't read.

Main Pairings: SasuNaru, ItaKura.

Side-Pairings and Hints-Of Pairings: ShikaIno, NejiTen, GaaLee, FugaMiko, MinaKushi, KakaIru, KibaHina, SasoDei, NagaKonan, JiraTsu, HashiMada, SuiKarin, TobiIzu, and ObiRin.

Chapter 1: Diagnosing

Poke.

Twitch.

"Ne, Sasuke-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

Sigh.

Silence.

Poke.

"Dobe!"

The blond let out a 'manly' squeak when a calculus book was thrown his way; he had just narrowly dodge the attack by throwing himself on the soft carpeted floor. "Hey! Teme, there's no reason to go ballistic!"

Said teme glared at what he called his best friend. He honestly had no idea how he'd accepted the term for the idiotic mongrel. Must've been in his twos, when he was still too naive to realize the torment the stereotype dumb blond would bring his way. "Maybe I wouldn't go 'ballistic'," he air-quoted the word with his fingers, "if you would've just left me alone!"

Naruto sniffed where he sat on the floor, a cute pout on his lips that made Sasuke's eyebrow jerk. "But I want company! I'm lonely, Sasuke!"

Uchiha Sasuke sighed, rubbing a hand on his face, as he leaned back on his desk's black chair. "Moron, you're 17 years old, get a new playmate."

Uzumaki Naruto groaned loudly, throwing himself back to lay on his best friend's room's floor. He stretched like a cat, curling himself at the comfortable ground, his swimming trunks making an irritating sound. "But Sakura-chan's shopping with Ino, Kiba's too busy with Hinata-chan, and Neji's being just as dorky as you are! Sai's free but he always gives me the creeps! Besides, you're my best friend since we're practically born! You should.."

The raven ignored the blond when he continued to babble on, returning to his assignments for next week that were nearly done. However, he couldn't seem to really concentrate, finding himself musing over Naruto's predicament. Why, he'd never really know. He's always so unbearably annoying. Despite that, somehow the youngest Uchiha has grown to truly care for him, not like he was ever admitting that out loud. Naruto was just that way. Their groups of friends were so different, but, ironically, they were all attracted to the dobe someway or another, like planets orbiting the blinding sun. Sure, they had similarities. Much like all the planets. But different masses and velocities in time-lines. For example, Sasuke could be similar to Hyuuga Neji in manners, similar to Nara Shikamaru in smarts, similar-cue the shudder- to Sai in looks, and-

Sasuke abruptly stopped himself in horror, then proceeded to slap his forehead on his textbook in agony. He was getting caught up again, dammit! And he was even comparing them to his astronomy class! And Naruto's still having a freaking monologue!

As if feeling his little brother's distress miles away, his one and only beloved older brother peered his head through the gap at the door. He raised an elegant eyebrow at the sight of his younger sibling slumped on his desk muttering under his breath, and his brother's best friend talking as animatedly as always on the floor.

Uchiha Itachi chuckled, a small smile curling on his lips. He has always been fond of their friendship and constant bickering, furthermore proving opposites attracted. He could freshly remember the times when he'd so often found them cuddled up with each other deep in sleep in the younger years, now its minimal, and the times when they'd both have non-stop wrestling matches when angered enough. But the most he was appreciative over for their relationship, was at the occasions when Sasuke needed someone the most, like when the elder brother had been in a tragic car accident just five years ago, and Naruto was always there. And the other way around, like the time when Naruto came back sporting bruises and a near-concussion, and Itachi the next day was called into the office to see a battered Sasuke but even more brutality injured seniors who had been the cause of Naruto's anguish. Yes, to Itachi, it was a very admirable friendship indeed. "Naruto-kun."

The blond stopped his ranting, looking off to the side at the same time Sasuke looked up. Naruto grinned, quickly sitting up. "Itachi-nii! You're back!"

"And Kurama-nii!" Itachi stumbled into the room when the long red haired male suddenly pushed him forward so Naruto could get a visual of his older brother.

Naruto smiled widely, standing up, as Kurama ran to him and they both started to do a weird handshake greeting they've done since they were kids, proceeding to hug each other and laugh. Naruto absolutely loved his elder brother, and even though sometimes they both disagree and argue, he wouldn't have it any other way.

The Uchiha brothers eyed them in mild incredulousness. The two, despite knowing the Uzumakis 98% of their lives, could never really get over of how the siblings were with each other. Yeah, sure, Sasuke loved Itachi, and Itachi loved Sasuke, but you don't see them hugging and giggling like schoolgirls. That would be un-Uchiha-like. And humiliating. Mostly un-Uchiha-like.

Opting to ignore the overly affectionate brothers, Itachi turned to look over at his own. "Sasuke-kun, Kurama, Naruto-kun and I are going to the Clan Reunion tonight. Do you wish to stay so you can study?"

Sasuke considered his options, while observing for the first time that Itachi and Kurama were already formally dressed in their respective yutaka's, the Uchiha's being black, white and red, and Uzumaki being, orange, red and yellow. The Clan Reunion only happened once every three months, something their ancestors had started, to rekindle different clan bonds far back in the past, and even now, a hundred years later in a technological Japan, they still celebrated this event by inviting the most known and still alive clans to a high-class building in Tokyo. Among them, of course, were the Uchiha. And others, who, ironically, were some of his friends as well. Like the Uzumaki, Haruno, Hyuuga, Nara and so on and so forth. Sasuke originally was not a very social person, however, his mother, who right know was probably driving her husband mad in the arrangements with the help of her best friend, Kushina, would have his skin if he didn't go to the Clan Reunion when it was the Uchiha's turn to serve. Although Itachi always had a knack for being able to change their mother's mind.

"Agh! I totally forgot about it!" Naruto suddenly interrupted the Uchiha's conversation and Sasuke's train of thought. "Shit! Sasuke, you have to lend me a yukata!"

"Why the hell should I?" Sasuke glared. "Besides, all my yukata's have the Uchiha symbol and you're supposed to represent your own clan."

"But 'Kaa-chan and 'Tousan are already over there and I don't want to iron mine!" Naruto whined, stomping his foot in frustration.

"You, my brother, are incredibly lazy." Kurama chirped, blue eyes twinkling as he flipped his waist-length hair back. It somehow always irritated Sasuke that the elder brothers seemed to have a fascination with hair growth. Seriously. But what irked him more was the fact they didn't look as feminine as their supposed to be with their freed tendrils, in fact, they looked even more masculine, if that made any sense.

Itachi snorted at his closest friend hypocritical words. "Look who's talking."

Kurama glared daggers at the aloof Uchiha. "You have no say in any of this, Ita."

"I can say what I want, it's my mouth after all. Or did you suddenly have possession of it, Kura?"

Naruto watched as the two elders engaged in a stare contest, saying their nicknames for each other as obscenely as imaginable. He frowned as he viewed them. Lately, what used to be a very peaceful and diplomatic friendship, had turned into a hardcore I-hate-you-don't-talk-to-me relationship, which, by the way, was very unusual and vexatious, for the two 22 year olds had been close since birth,and they had never been this hostile with each other. What was worse, was that it was obviously Kurama's attitude making impassive Itachi be miffed, which also was uncharacteristic of the Uchiha. The two have been like this since last week, and no matter now much Naruto prodded and peeved his older brother, Kurama still hadn't told him what was up. It was worrisome for the youngest Uzumaki, thus explained his disquieted expression when he glanced at Sasuke.

Sasuke, himself, has been concerned over the dilemma. He raised an eyebrow back at Naruto. He had, as discretely as possible, tried to ask Itachi what was going, always leaving the elder an opening to state when the few times they now conversed, but Itachi had paid no heed and ignored his younger brother's attempt to get it out of him. Even their parents were distraught about the situation, various of times had asked the younger ones questions like: "Do you know?" Or, "Did they tell you yet?"

"Prick."Kurama spat when he averted his gaze and marched off. "Naruto, I'm going to the house and ironing your yutaka, so go take a goddamn bath." The red head banged the door against it's frame as he stomped out.

Naruto and Sasuke turned their attention to Itachi.

The older Uchiha glared heatedly at the spot where Kurama had been, fists clenched at his sides, teeth grinding as his jaw clinched. "Idiotic dunce doesn't make any sense," he practically hissed through his dentition. His shoulders were tense as he realized he spoke his thoughts out loud. Quickly recovering his composure like a machine, he schooled his aspect to become calm and his body to relax.

"Itachi-nii..." Naruto chewed on his bottom lip, eyebrows still knitted together. "Are you okay?"

Itachi was back to normal when Naruto spoke up, so when he smirked and shrugged uncaringly, Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his elder brother, not fooled by him even for a second.

"Honestly, Naruto-kun, of course I'm okay. Your brother's just PMSing as always." Itachi rolled his eyes before facing Sasuke. "Are you going, yes or no?"

Naruto huffed, deciding to stop himself from screaming and pointing fingers at Itachi to tell him what happened. He knew he'd never get it out of Itachi that way, having his own experiences with it. Instead, he concentrated on Sasuke. "Come on, teme! You have to go!"

The younger raven clicked his tongue, placing his elbow on his desk and resting his chin on his palm. "Fine, I'll go. But I won't stay for too long, I have things to do."

Naruto rolled his eyes this time. "Jeez, teme, a simple 'yes' would suffice."

"Alright, then. Please prepare yourself." Itachi inclined his head slightly, his fringe covering his deep-in-thought facial look, as he exited the room quietly.

Naruto stared at the door for a second before shifting his gaze to Sasuke, walking toward the Uchiha. "Ne, Sasuke, I'm really starting to get worried about them. It's been a week, and Friday's Itachi's wedding, and Kurama's the best man! I don't know what's up with them!"

Sasuke didn't respond quickly, as he was thinking over the problem. "Neither do I. Itachi won't talk for shit. It doesn't help with that 'special occasion' coming up, either."

"I know! I barely even know her." Naruto made a face. "But she was mean to me."

"That was because you interrupted their rut session." Sasuke smirked at the memory of Naruto screaming his lungs out while running down the corridors of the Uchiha household when having opened Itachi's bedroom door to ask the former if he had seen his iPod.

"Nobody told them to leave the door open! Besides, Itachi didn't even seem into it!" Naruto was obviously just trying to defend himself but that last piece of information made something click in Sasuke's brain.

"What did you say?"

"I said that nobody-"

"No, the other thing."

"What other thing?"

"About Itachi!" Sasuke practically shouted in frustration, clapping his hands down at his desk while standing up, startling Naruto at the very un-Sasuke-like behavior.

"Um, about him not being into it?" Naruto looked at Sasuke warily and suspiciously. "What's going on?"

Sasuke gazed at Naruto, not really looking at him as his mind raced at why the simple statement made sense, somehow. Sasuke didn't like that Sora woman from the start, he hadn't even really met her despite that she and Itachi had been a couple for seven months. He didn't really understand his brother's reasoning, Itachi didn't even seem to remotely like the girl, the times that they were having a family dinner and Fugaku had asked his son about her, Itachi had only stated, "She's fine." Those words were so empty, that Mikoto and Sasuke had shared a look of open confusion and worry. In fact, ever since that Sora character came into view, Itachi had stopped having his weekly brotherly movie night with Sasuke, had stopped hanging around with Kurama and his friends, and had even stopped calling his ridiculously close cousin (and sometimes really good therapist), Shisui. It didn't make sense.

Naruto was getting agitated at his best friend's empty stare. He never liked it when people did things like that, it worried him, specially when it's Sasuke. The times when he'd giving him such a look, there's always some type of unexpected action from the Uchiha. Like when they were thirteen and Sasuke suddenly disappeared for a month, the night before he had been given the same expression of emptiness, and that month was the worst of his existence. Naruto felt his hands subconsciously clench into fists at the dark days of those memories. "Oi! Teme! What are you thinking?"

Sasuke snapped out of it, sighing and sitting back. "Hn...say, idiot, had Kurama started the weird behavior now or before?"

"Define by weird." Naruto inquired, sitting on the edge of Sasuke's bed, glad his teme was back. "By weird, you mean ignoring me and locking up himself up in his room since a month ago, I would say before. That, and a day before Itachi announced his engagement, he had gone completely berserk and almost ripped his whole room apart."

Sasuke stared at Naruto, surprised by this new information. "Dobe, why didn't you tell me that before?"

Naruto shrugged, flexing his revealed toned tan arms up. "You never asked. And Kurama told me not to tell anyone. But you don't count."

Sasuke tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Moron..."

Naruto scoffed, glaring at the Uchiha. "Stop calling me that!"

The high-class skyscraper where the Clan Reunion was held was one of the most sumptuous buildings she has set her eyes on, honestly. She's always been going to these unions since she was born, but, somehow, the Uchiha always surprised her on how exaggeratedly fancy they can be. She felt like a princess walking on the large ballroom with marble floors and white columns strategically made to have small aquariums of exotic fish in the middle. The walls were all made of glass, and there were many guests in their formal and deluxe yutakas and kimonos gazing below at the city of Tokyo, talking among themselves and sharing red luxurious wine. The glass roof, showing off the night sky, was decorated with many hanging with invisible strings snowflakes in mid-air, giving that surreal feeling of being somewhere truly remarkable and inspiring.

Haruno Sakura found herself lost, not knowing where to look first, her attention easily captured by all the unique ornaments one single room had. She gulped, and nervously passed her sweaty palms on her white and pink kimono, matching with her long bubblegum hair. She stopped sight-seeing and concentrated on finding at least one known face, her emerald eyes narrowing as she stood by one of the scattered columns.

"Sakura!"

The seventeen year old girl was surprised to find herself being bear-hugged by her best friend. "Ah...Ino...I can't..." More like being heartedly strangled.

"Oh! Right, sorry!" Yamanaka Ino was known for being one of the most boisterous, shameless, gossip-loving, and beautiful flirts of the whole generation of clan women. She laughed, flipping her freed lengthy blond tendrils back, mischievous blue eyes sparkling. "So, have you seen the new girl yet?"

Sakura blinked, not really paying attention as she scanned the blonde's always bits more revealing purple and white kimono, then finally regained her senses. "New girl?"

Ino sighed exasperatedly, linking arms with the pink haired teen and dragging her along with her. "You know, Itachi-san's future wife? It's the first time she's here!"

Sakura remained silent as her friend babbled on about the 'new girl'. She really didn't like that Sora-person, simply because the woman was causing her dear Sasuke-kun to be much more crankier than usual. If only her Sasuke-kun would be able to fully concentrate on her, so they both could madly fall in love and-

"There she is!"

She snapped out of her reverie when Ino started walking much faster. Her eyes darted everywhere to the direction the blonde pulled her to, and finally found the source of all evil (mainly because the woman distracted her Sasuke-kun). Sakura openly gapped, she had known Sora was good-looking, you had to be to become Itachi's fiancée or any Uchiha's fiancée for that matter, but what she had not been expecting was for her to be stunning.

Sora was sitting on a lone chair, the see-through wall behind her serving as a perfect background, her hand holding a glass of wine, her revealed pale legs crossed. Her crystal blue kimono draped around her form effortlessly, shaping every graceful curve. She was delicately rubbing her temple, as if having a headache, a small frown on her heart-shaped perfect face with high cheek bones and full red lips; her gray bordering to blue eyes narrowed slightly as she combed her long bronze locks.

Ino snickered at the look her friend gave the woman. "C'mon, Sakura, stop drooling and let's greet your future sister-in-law."

Sakura scowled but checked for slobber just in case. Ino let out a unstoppered humorous howl at the action. That drew attention from Sora, who raised a refined eyebrow. The blonde smiled widely and waved, successfully catching Sakura off guard to drag her toward the unknown woman.

"Hello, Sora-san!" Ino said cheerfully. "This is my best friend, for, like, forever! Haruno Sakura-chan!"

Sora looked at Sakura expectedly, who flustered a bit at the superior expression. "P-Pleased to meet you!"

The woman smirked, both eyebrow high with an amused face. "I didn't know pink was so in fashion nowadays."

Sakura blushed. "I just really like the color..."

Sora let out a knee-smoldering worthy laugh. "You don't say?"

"Sakura-chan here wants to marry your soon-to-be brother-in-law, Sasuke-kun!" Ino cheered, a grin stretched across her face.

"Ino!" Sakura gasped, inwardly panicking, shoving the teen. "You pig!"

Ino glowered at her. "Forehead!"

"Dumb-blond!"

Sora rolled her eyes at the display before, taking a small sip of her wine. She looked pass the girls, eyeing the crowd for her raven and nearly groaned when not having spotted him. She needed a way out of this! Just when Sora was going to downright insult the teenagers to shut up, her eyes caught sight of red blazing hair.

She smirked evilly, standing, and going unnoticed by the two bickering woman as she walked toward her destination, placing her now empty glass of wine on a nearby stool. She was mildly surprised to find him alone at one of the far off balconies. She marveled at his beauty as he leaned on the railing, blood colored tendrils blowing in the wind as his clear blue eyes took a stormy look, his yukata making soft flapping sounds.

Sora smiled lightly, strolling forward and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Kurama-kun-"

He immediately tensed and shook her hands off, glaring at her as he stepped back. "Get out of my sight."

Sora sighed, pouting. To any man, the look would've been to melt over, but Kurama wasn't any man, and sure as hell wasn't the type to fall for such a slutty gesture. He glared death to her but she seemed to be immune to it as she stepped closer. "Oh, Kurama-kun, you could've made things so much more easier if you would've just-"

"Would've what?" Kurama hissed, absolutely tired and livid. He was sick of the bullshit being played. He was sick and pained and completely at a loss. "Would've fucked you?"

Sora tutted, shaking her head. "Darling, you already fucked me. Fucked with my heart."

"Your heart?" Kurama growled, hands clenched. "Your heart? I'm not the one marrying my best friend!"

She cocked her head to the right, acting innocent. "But you said-"

Kurama groaned loudly, knowing where this was going and absolutely loathing the fake gaze she gave him. "Just go die!" He made a motion to turn but she stopped him mid-way by taking his wrist and pulling him, causing him to lose balance and giving her the opportunity to take his face in her hands and pressing her lipstick-covered lips on his astonished and shocked ones.

A startled gasp was heard, causing Kurama to snap out of it and harshly push her off of him, making her fall down on her bottom. He roughly cleaned his lips with the back of his hand, feeling his anger and disgust rising new levels as he quickly looked around for any observers and when finding none, he glowered down at the woman who was looking up at him with a hurt look.

"Don't touch me, you bitch. Ever." Kurama venomously spit out, swiftly turning on his heel and leaving her there.

"Itachi-kun! Itachi-kun!"

The older raven, who was talking to a fellow guest, swiftly turned at the call, excusing himself perfectly from the conversation to hunt down the person who dared interrupt his business. He was never fond of such activities, although he defended it's importance; he was never a highly talkative person and people tend to converse lots during these types of settings. But today, unlike all other Clan Reunions, he didn't have his best friend at his side to confide on the verbalization of his thoughts. Which was why his tormentor here, also known as a perturbed gossiper, wanted to know why Kurama wasn't with him.

Itachi raised an eyebrow when Konan, a friend since grade school and a colleague since she helped put up his own art industry (which included music, paintings, books, etc.) known as the 'Akatsuki'. She jogged up to him in a exquisite white silk kimono, her light violet hair tied in a high bun, exposing her refined graceful features and enhancing her orange eyes. "Konan."

She smiled brightly when she reached him, heaving ever so slightly. She eyed the man beside Itachi before looking up at the tall Uchiha. "Can I have a word in private?"

The intruder quickly got the message and awkwardly stepped back, leaving them as alone as one could be in a crowded large ballroom. Itachi sighed exasperatedly, shoulders slumping, "Thanks, Konan."

She snickered. "No need. I still owe you."

He blinked twice. "Owe?"

She grinned and nodded, taking the glass he had been holding untouched in his hand and drinking it all up in a gulp, Itachi watching her with mocking amusement. "Ever so elegant as always."

She snorted, giving him back the glass. "It's thanks to you that Nagato finally asked me out, that's why I'm here."

Itachi's eyes widened comically, but only a true friend would know the change in the Uchiha's usual impassive face. "Really?" Uzumaki Nagato, a distant relative of his own best friend and one of his closest comrades, had always been in love with Konan, even when she was in love with his best friend, Yahiko. That was, until, five years back Yahiko died in a horrible accident (the one in which the survivors were Itachi and Sasori, another close friend,) and Nagato went into a deep grief mode. Konan recovered after the third year but the red head took much longer and it wasn't until recently, specifically when Itachi suddenly snapped (due to much building stress with Kurama) and screamed at the poor guy in the middle of an office meeting to stop sulking and get a life. Of course, soon after, Itachi immediately apologized for his uncharacteristic behavior in front of everyone. Nagato understood completely and nonchalantly accepted it, but now it seemed he understood much more deeply than he may have indicated.

"I see. So, how did he ask it?" Itachi smirked when Konan blushed a bit.

"He just-"

"Aniki!"

Konan and Itachi looked up to Sasuke, who looked beyond frustrated when he marched up to the two, the source of his discomfort being the two girls clinging to his arms like leeches and fighting each other like how piranhas fought for their meals. Konan laughed while Itachi shook his head. "Yes, otouto?"

"Have you seen the dobe anywhere?" Sasuke glared down at the females that disgusted him the most. Seriously, what was it with women and going brain-smushed when he was around? And they were wrinkling his yutaka! Don't these women know how hard is it to properly iron a good damn yutaka when you don't have your mother around?

"Why do you always search for Naruto-Baka? We're here." Sakura made a flirty show of fluttering her lashes. Sasuke resisted the urge to pull her hair and slam her face to the closest wall possible. Mostly because he didn't want his mother to cut his balls off afterwards. Instead he kept a strained expression while looking pleadingly at his elder brother.

"No, little brother, I hadn't seen him." Itachi responded coolly, crossing his arms on his chest. He has always found it funny that his younger brother had similar problems to when he was at the same age, and he wasn't about to interrupt it. If he had to learn the hard way, so would his little brother.

"I have. He's chatting away with Jiraiya-sensei and Nagato." The violet haired woman offered.

Sasuke nodded but groaned when he attempted to move to no avail thanks to the death grip the annoying girls had on him, both being oblivious to the fact their "love" wanted to move.

Konan stepped forward, yanking both hormone-driven females off the youngest Uchiha by their long manes. They both gasped and started screeching like banshees while Sasuke gave a grateful look toward Konan and disappeared to find his dobe. He had his car keys and he needed to get that package he left that his mother asked for.

Itachi watched his younger brother leave, pushing (of course politely and gently) people out his destination. As he did so, he noticed his dear cousin telling dramatic stories toward a few family elders (although by looking at them you would never know) of the Uchiha clan. He had a sudden hit of desperation, since he hasn't been able to empty himself out of the stress and he hadn't been speaking to his sage-like relative out of fear someone might eavesdrop on their conversation at home. With a pat on her shoulder, Itachi left a screeching-toward-the-idiots-who-dare-call-themsel ves-women Konan, who barely acknowledged his departure, and bolted toward the four men.

Uchiha Kagami, AKA, Shisui's father, looked up just in time to see Itachi making way toward them. He ever so lightly grinned, barely even visible, at his favorite nephew. "Aah, Itachi. Great of you to join us."

At the name, Shisui stopped his ranting and his eyes locked with Itachi's. Now, before it could get confusing, not all Uchiha are perfect at composure as one would first think. There was always exceptions, and in this case, Shisui was definitely one. That, and, no one, except the Uzumaki, Hyuuga and Senju clans, really knew that Uchiha's were just a slightly bit...crazy, for lack of better word. Especially if you dare challenge or threaten them or any family member. Despite of that, there was still some exceptions. The tall 25-year-old short curly haired raven narrowed his onyx eyes,crossed his arms in front of his well-built chest, and...pouted. "Itachiiiii! Why hadn't you been calling me?!"

Before Itachi could even respond, Shisui was already giving him the I-will-kill-you-by-hugging-you embrace, squeezing the poor lithe man to the point of bone-cracking. "Shi..." Itachi managed to gasp out and Shisui immediately let go, smiling widely but a frown still adorned his face.

Itachi first bowed respectfully at the three older clansmen, instantly recognizing the other two as the Head of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Madara, and his little brother, Uchiha Izuna. "Madara-sama. Izuna-sama."

Madara, in all his glory, simply nodded a greeting, twirling his wine-filled glass in his long fingers lazily. The man had frighteningly high height, a young muscular body, and long spiky black as night hair that reached below his bottom, which all betrayed his real age. Since he was the Head, his yutaka was much more extravagant than any other Uchihas, being much longer; the black, white and red with many layers. The oldest Uchiha was the exact epitome of the Clan, his whole persona representing power, wealth, barely visible insanity, and dark beauty.

His younger brother standing beside him, however, was one of those Uchiha exceptions. His response to Itachi's bow was to bow back but a lot more excitedly than needed. The younger raven, oddly enough, always reminded Itachi of Sasuke, both of them having the same facial bone structure, hair, (slightly longer), dark orbs, and light (compared to other Uchiha) intensity. He was probably a few inches shorter than his elder, wearing a similar yutaka but with less layers and more approachable atmosphere. He smiled from ear to ear, his refined face shining. "Itachi-san! Sure has been a while, huh? How's the future wife coming along, hmm?"

Itachi couldn't help but soften his features at Izuna. In fact, no one can't help but be nice to the most delicate and kind Uchiha, some because their lives would be endangered by a maniacal overprotective blood-hungry older brother. But most because Izuna was just too irresistible to dismiss. "Quite fine, thank you for asking."

Izuna grinned, cocking his head to the right, inspecting the younger Uchiha. "It's always a pleasure! Oh, and how is your beloved mother?"

Itachi smirked, chuckling softly. "Surely driving my father crazy with the arrangements."

Kagami and Madara snickered humorously, while Izuna and Shisui laughed. You see, that's just one difference.

"And your little brother?" Madara intervened. The Uchiha clan has a firm belief, that has been passed down by Madara himself, in the elder sibling protecting the younger. He was responsible for fixing many broken brotherhoods (or sisterhood) in the Uchiha, a perfect example being the only known Uchiha twins, Tobi and Obito. The two were strict polar opposites and always bickered. If it weren't for Madara showing them the importance of family in a 'survival game' (in which the Clan Head simply dropped them both off at a forest far away from civilization for three straight weeks without any food, water or anything material at all), the two would still be the world's most annoying siblings. Currently, they were both inseparable, one of the brothers was happily playing chess in a far off corner against his best friend from the Hatake clan, while the other watched and made the lewd comments he always seemed to never fail to say.

Itachi smirked widely, a hint of pride in his voice. "Sasuke is just fine. My little brother is having great discipline in his studies and asks for my help when he needs it, which, by the way, is rare since he is a rather smart young man. I'm proud of how sufficient he has become."

Madara nodded in approval. Izuna smiled up at his big brother.

Shisui snorted, catching their attention. He was glaring at Itachi with a ridiculous pout. "Are paying him any attention, though? Little Sasuke seldom calls me, and recently he has asked me what is going on with you. Of course, I'm left confused. What is going on that dear Sasuke seems to be worried enough to call a distant relative, about his elder brother, who, also, hasn't called me in what looks like years!"

Madara narrowed his gaze at Itachi, who nearly groaned. Leave it to his overdramatic cousin to ruin his impression on the Clan Head. While its true that Itachi hasn't been able to properly speak with his younger brother, he plans to do such when he has cleared this a bit. Besides, his little brother had too much going on, and Itachi didn't want himself to be a bother.

Izuna tugged on Itachi's sleeve when he and Shisui began an all out glare war. The raven immediately paid attention to the Clan Head's brother. "Itachi-san, I understand that sometimes the eldest feels responsible for some things and doesn't want to share it for the welfare of his siblings, but I believe Sasuke-san deserves at least a word or two. Don't you think so, Aniki?" Izuna eyed his big brother from the corner of his eye. Itachi raising a curious eyebrow at the exchange.

Madara huffed, crossing his arms on his barely revealed chest. "Yes, otouto. You've made your point. We'll talk about this-"

The eldest Uchiha was never able to finish his sentence for a heavy weight threw itself on his back and strong muscled arms wrapped themselves around his neck. "'Dara~!"

Shisui howled with laughter, Itachi and Kagami chuckling while Izuna giggled at the sight in front of them.

Senju Hashirama nuzzled his face in his best friend's spiky locks, legs hooked on the taller man's waist. "I missed you, 'Dara~!"

Uchiha Madara's right eye twitched with annoyance, attempting to pry off the man's hold on him when seeing they were catching everyone's attention. "Senju, let go!"

Hashirama pouted, poking his debonair face possessing chocolate brown eyes and a ludicrous pout at the Uchiha's shoulder. "Didn't you miss me?"

Madara groaned, obviously straining his composure. He quickly looked around the many faces enjoying the show to then finally decide on what to do. He faced his comrade, the man's lightish brown long straight hair covering half of their faces. "Yes, Hashi', 'Dara missed you."

Hashirama visibly cheered up, giving the Uchiha a sloppy loud kiss on his nose, who grimaced at the lovesome action, and then jumped off of him. He grinned widely at the people watching, standing tall and superior, and placed his hands on his hips, his green, blue and brown yutaka lengthen and elegant to his bulk figure. It was a seraph-filled visual, seeing the Uchiha Clan Head and the Senju Clan Head, the most legendary clans, standing side by side, in all their glory. The crowd beamed, some even dared to take a picture.

Kagami smiled, shaking his head as he watched his son and nephew use the distraction as an escape route. The wise Uchiha sipped his wine, eyes twinkling in open amusement. Izuna watched with effulgence, a sense of pride swelling inside until he felt a familiar presence standing beside him. He swiftly glared when the year older Senju raised an eyebrow at the look.

"Izuna."

"Tobirama."

Kagami sighed as he saw the younger siblings of the Clan Heads glaring each other off. Why was he always the one to end up in between these two.

Sasuke growled, his fury and frustration rising new levels. Where the fuck was the dobe? He went to where Konan told him he might be, but all Jiraiya did was ask him if he could bring some of his fangirls for a foursome-cue the shudder of disgust- and Nagato, thank the lords for the only calm Uzumaki he knows, told him Naruto has left them a while ago looking for his older brother. Then, Sasuke went in search for the two Uzumaki siblings but only found Kurama helping his mother and Mikoto organize the food, in which his own mother scowled at him for not bringing her what she has been waiting for. When Sasuke asked Kurama, the redhead only looked at him with a funny face, and by funny, he means a look bordering shock, confusion, desperation, worry, anger and embarrassment all mixed in one, and told him he hasn't seen Naruto since they got there. Now, Sasuke didn't know wether to strangle the idiot when he catches sight of him or to punch him in the face.

Just when Sasuke was going to lose all hope, he finally spotted a flash of messy bright blond hair to his right. Feeling relieved and at the same time pissed, he marched over to him, his thoughts filled with a mixture of murderous content. After pushing many others, Sasuke was finally able to get a clear view of the Uzumaki, seeing him hunched over alone on a bench near the entrance of the ballroom, where people no longer lingered and the noisy chatter was to a minimum. The blond never looked so put off as he did now, head hung low while his hands squeezed his knees, his Uzumaki clan yutaka looking more ruffled at the action. All relief was gone and replaced with worry, although the prideful Uchiha would never confess such a thing. He stopped walking for a minute or so to compose himself, in which he accidentally bumped with someone walking the opposite direction quite quickly. Sasuke started to ready his glare when the person didn't even say sorry, sprinting down the hallway dragging another somebody with him, until he noticed who they actually were. What was Itachi doing with Shisui? Was he telling him what was wrong? The youngest Uchiha felt a small surge of jealousy deep in his gut, sighing sadly. He glanced at where his best friend obviously needed him and then back to his secret-holding elder brother. It has always been hard to choose between family or friend, despite that technically Naruto leaned more into family than friend, and right at this moment Sasuke felt divided in two. He yearned to know what was causing his brother anguish, but also what troubled Naruto. Munching on his bottom lip, a habit he never seemed to let go since he was seven, he inhaled profoundly, and then proceeded to continue his way toward the Uzumaki.

Naruto was at a lost. He knew he always seemed to worry way too much for everyone he has let in his heart, and he knew, being told by his lovable father, that one day his big mouth would be the death of him, but he didn't think he could keep this quietly to himself. It bothered him beyond anything, confused and saddened him. He didn't know all the details, and maybe he could've misunderstood things, but...what was he to do?! This situation is freshly new to him! He knew Kurama was having problems. He knew Itachi was pissed at said person. But he would've never imagined that it was because Kurama had something with that Sora chick. Naruto moaned in agony, definitely feeling like he needed to punch something to ease his built-up frustration or to at least let it all out. He, originally, would've gone to Sasuke, like always, but he didn't know how the younger Uchiha would react. His best friend was always overprotective, even though he denies it, to people he cared about, and Itachi was surely at the top of the list. He didn't know if it was good idea to tell him, fearing that his friend might throw a tantrum and hurt Kurama in the process.

Naruto nearly jumped in fright when someone sat next to him, not expecting it, and snapped his head to look who it was. He inwardly sighed, speak of the devil.

Sasuke frowned at the look he received, placing his hands on his lap before he promptly slammed down a punch at the Uzumaki's head. "I've been searching for you, moron. You have the car keys."

Naruto hummed, looking away from the Uchiha to the ground, fishing out the keys from his pocket, and throwing them Sasuke's way, hearing him catch it; he proceeded to brood, waiting for his best friend to leave him.

However, Sasuke did no such thing. Instead, he slapped the keys on the bench, stood up, and fisted the blond head, shocking the hell out of the Uzumaki who lost his balance and fell face-first onto the ground.

"Ouch! Fuck, Sasuke! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Naruto cursed, glaring up at the Uchiha standing above while he sat up and rubbed his face. He would've hit back, but his energy was low and he didn't feel like causing anymore drama. Therefor, he simply pulled himself back to sit in the stone bench again.

Sasuke fumed when Naruto refused to go along the way things worked for them. Usually all it took was a hit, then they would fight and bicker for a while, and then they would lay down or sit somewhere and listen to the other one's dilemma. For Naruto not do the routine must mean it was something way more troublesome. Officially royally pissed off that someone dared make his best friend this way, Sasuke growled and stomped his foot in annoyance, having to talk it out of the idiot instead. "Usaratonkachi, what-"

"Sasuke, I'm not really up for it. Can you just take the keys and go?" Naruto mumbled, leaning to rest his back on the wall behind him tiredly, he didn't want to tell Sasuke yet, not without properly analyzing things first.

Now did the Uchiha had it. Beyond mad, Sasuke was left aghast at the Uzumaki's uncharacteristic behavior. He grind his teeth, fisted his hands and was going to slam the blond head again until he really caught sight of Naruto's exasperated face. Deflating, Sasuke sighed, lowering his fist. He would have to approach this a different way then. Sasuke gingerly sat beside Naruto again, facing him patiently, even though Sasuke was probably the most impatient Uchiha in history, and waited for the blond to compose himself enough for him to ask as gently as Uchiha Sasuke could.

Knowing Sasuke was relentless when he wanted to be, Naruro sighed and turned to face the Uchiha as well, a sad look in his features that Sasuke hated to see there. "Sasuke...I...I think I found out why Kurama and Itachi are fighting."

A/N: TA-DA! Hope you're starting to enjoy it! Hehehe, I couldn't resist leaving it there! Such a hangover, right? I'm evil! Muahahaha! But don't worry! Next chapter coming on Friday! Only if you people review first, though! And, yeah, it'll take a while for the summary to get into action since I want to start portraying it slowly. Please leave any comments, suggestions, or compliments by reviewing! Please! Onegai~!

Until next time!

~NaoHinaMuza