Natsu was now 10 years old. The time had passed quickly for the Uchiha family, with a few random visits from Natsu's Uncle Itachi. Itachi had stopped the whole Akatsuki thing after he found out that Deidara had a better tan than him, and was sexier than him, according to the media and magazines. Sasuke had completely forgotten about the whole revenge thing now that Itachi had stopped being evil and all, and had actually apologized. A rare sight, isn't it?
Natsu had passed the Ninja Academy at the top of his class, just like Sasuke and Itachi had done before him. Now he was in Squad 8, headed by none other than the infamous Mitarashi Anko, who had given up being proctor of the second exam, saying that other people could be in charge of Orochimaru if he ever showed up again. Sasuke and Sakura's son was away from home doing a D-Ranked mission, which consisted of walking some old geezer's dogs, picking weeds, and peeling potatoes. Fortunately, Natsu wouldn't be doing these tasks with people he didn't know: Naruto and Hinata's daughter was also in his squad, along with Neji and Tenten's son. So everyone basically knew everyone else. Of course, Neji and Tenten's son, who was named Hideki, wanted to be in the same team with Mizuki, but not in the same team with the Uchiha. Mizuki wanted to be in the same team with Natsu, but not in the same team with Hideki. And of course, Natsu didn't care who was in his team, just like his father had before him.
Sakura had been sent off on a mission with Neji, Shikamaru, Naruto, Kiba, and Shino, to heal any injuries that might occur to the other Jounins. They had been sent off on a B-ranked mission to the Wave Country to steal some important documents concerning the peace treaty between Sand and Leaf, so Sasuke was left alone at home, waiting for his son to come back from his mission.
The door burst open and Sasuke stood up expectantly, waiting for his son to throw himself into his arms. What he saw was a surprise. It wasn't Natsu, or anyone from his squad. It was...her. Yes. Her. (you should know who I mean by HER) Well if you don't know...it was Lani Uchiyama.
She walked towards Sasuke slowly, a blank expression in her eyes, yet Sasuke could feel the killer intent floating off her and bouncing off the walls. Her eyes looked red, a sign of pure anger and hatred. Sasuke waited for the yelling to come, and obediently closed his eyes and fumbled around for a pair of ear plugs. But the yelling never came. He opened his eyes again, and saw her standing right in front of him. She was poking a finger into his chest and her eyes looked angrier than before. Then it started.
"HOW COULD YOU PICK THAT BTCH OVER ME!"
"Aren't you overreacting a bit?"
"NO, I'M NOT FING OVERREACTING! I'M DOING WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE 10 YEARS AGO! WHEN YOU FING DUMPED ME!"
"Yeesh...some memories never die huh?"
"AND THEN I COME OVER, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME!"
"Well...excuse me. It's very rude to burst into people's homes without knocking first you know."
"YOU SHOULD BE DAMNED GRATEFUL THAT I DIDN'T KILL OFF YOUR PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A FAMILY YET!"
"And you should be damned grateful that Itachi hasn't killed you yet."
"WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT ITACHI! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! HECK...I'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF THE GUY!"
"Really? You've never heard of me before?" a cool unemotional voice came from across the room.
Lani turned and looked at the person who was addressing her. He had a Konoha forehead protector over his forehead, and the slash was filled in. His eyes were cool and onyx black. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail that went down his fishnet shirt. And he was wearing something that made her eyes widen: the Akatsuki robe.
"N...no. I've never heard of you before." she stuttered, her confidence lost.
"Well. That's quite a surprise, considering I'm his brother."
She turned back to Sasuke, her eyes wide.
"There's no way you can have him for a brother."
"No sht, he is my brother so you might as well get over your shock."
"But you...and he killed...but how...?"
"Just get out of the house," Itachi said softly.
"Why should I?"
"Ahh...two reasons: 1. If you want to get a very painful death from me, stay. 2. If you want to get tortured by Sasuke, stay also. You might as well leave this country and never come back if you want to live."
She started backing out the still open door. When she was outside, just past the doorway, Sasuke slammed the door in her face, causing her to fall backwards down the stairs. Outside she could be heard yelling, "I'LL BE BACK! I SWEAR IT! AND THEN YOU'LL DIE! ALL OF YOU! EVEN YOU SASUKE BASTARD!"
A few minutes later, Natsu came through the door, his hands cut all over and oily. He looked tired.
"Well, what happened to you, Natsu-kun?" Itachi asked.
"Baka potatoes...baka weeds...baka dogs..." was all they could get out of him for a long time as he washed his bloody hands in the sink.
"Let me guess. You did everything ahead of your teammates, and you got hurt more than they did?" Sasuke asked, knowing that he did that back in his Genin days.
Natsu nodded slowly, looking ashamed of himself.
"Well...at least we know your determined huh?" a new voice came from the door frame.
Itachi, Sasuke, and Natsu all looked up. Sakura stood in the doorway, her ANBU uniform still on, her cat mask held loosely in a gloved hand. Her hands were covered with blood, which Sasuke knew, was none of her own.
"Yeah yeah...short wasn't it? Well it turned out that the people guarding the documents were real bakas and didn't know right from left, so it was a short ambush."
Sakura placed her hands on her son's, and watched as the small cuts healed themselves. Her son looked up, apparently amazed at how his mother had done that.
"Are you magic, Okaa-san?"
"No. Not really," she said.
"Then how did you do that?"
"Isn't it your bedtime? I'll tell you all about that tomorrow ok?"
Natsu headed up for his room, hugging his father and his uncle as he left. The other three adults went up to their respective rooms, bidding each other a good night and sweet dreams, as was custom with the clans. Sasuke fell asleep listening to Lani's rant over and over in his head. But somehow, he knew that she wasn't going to bother them again any time soon.