
Naruto arrives at the gate. He saw a foreign car parked right in front of the gate of his house.
He memorized the cars of his family. His mother rarely changes cars. Kushina just pulled out the Toyota Prius yesterday, so it is impossible if now it has been changed again.
'So whose car is this?'
...
The person in the BMW 328i Luxury car came out after seeing a young man with a blonde cross the road to where he was—right towards the gate next to his car.
Naruto walked quickly after seeing who the owner of this arguably handsome car was. He tried to ignore the figure that had just come out of the car, which he was sure was staring at.
The man swiftly pulled the blonde's arm as the young man passed in front of him. He did not want to lose the opportunity to talk while waiting from an hour ago to ignore his office phone that rang dozens of times.
"Naruto, we need to talk." Said the man with his calm face.
Naruto looked up with a savage look. "Let go!" His order. He shook his hands many times but did not make the man let go of his arms. His feet were trembling a little. "Where do you know my house?".
"Is that important?"
"Can we talk without you holding my arm this way?" Naruto tried to hold back his emotions and stabilize his way of speaking. His arms hurt and his mind fell apart.
The energy released seemed excessive until anything Naruto did would not make the five fingers of the man who wrapped his arms loosen.
"If you want to listen to me for a second, I'll let go." The older promise.
Naruto took a breath and let it out slowly so that he could calm down and undo his intention to punch that handsome face.
"Why do you want to talk now? Where the hell you been all this time, huh?"
"That-"
"You can talk after you let go of my arm."
Although Naruto's response was quite cold, Itachi was grateful the blonde wanted to meet face to face and talk by looking at him. 'Maybe Naruto won't run away this time.' He nodded while taking off his hand.
After his hands were free, Naruto grabbed the phone and sent a message to the gatekeeper to open the gate while looking for a way to trick the man in front of him.
"When are you here?"
"Not so long." Lying to the Uchiha.
"Hm."
Naruto did not stare at Itachi at all. He continued to stare at his phone until the guard replied the message would open the gate right now.
Itachi did not want Naruto to speak without seeing him so he called out for attention. "Naruto."
Naruto looked up at Itachi. He saw that the gate of his house had opened a little like what he had asked the guards.
"I-" Not yet finished Itachi spoke, at the speed of light Naruto ran into the front gate and closed it too quickly.
Itachi sighed half irritated and frustrated. The blonde youth ran away again.
***
Naruto enters the house with a hunting breath. His heart is beating fast. Sweat started to appear on his forehead.
Kushina who was talking on the phone heard the voice of the servant who greeted Naruto and he came over. "You why?" Ask who saw the child like he had just been chased by a mad dog.
After managing to catch his breath Naruto replied, "there's a crazy person."
"There's a crazy person in this area?"
"The madman from the Uchiha family you once imagined would be your daughter-in-law, Mother." Obviously Naruto took off his shoes and replaced it with a house slipper before walking to the living room sofa to lie there.
The beautiful woman instantly silently realized who she meant. He walked up to Naruto and sat down next to the boy who was already lying on his back. "You okay?" He asked worriedly as he rubbed his son's wet forehead.
"It's not the first time I've met her after returning to Japan." Naruto.
"Why not say? How does he know our new address? Are we just moving?" Kushina began to worry mentally that the child was back down after meeting Itachi. He observes Naruto's condition but finds nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Naruto got up and sat cross-legged on the sofa. "I was panicking at first but Sasuke was there. Remember when Sasuke hugged me at the door? It was after I first met that person again."
"So now Sasuke knows about Itachi?"
"Mother didn't forget Sasuke was Uchiha?"
Kushina nodded. "They are of the same clan."
"They were even born from the same womb." Reply to the child.
"WHAT?" Kushina directly looked at Naruto with glaring eyes. He was more shocked than hearing Itachi meet his son. "Did he tell Itachi to come near you?"
"Mother, how could the family have asked Sasuke to come near me. They might think I should go all the way from their family like a curse." Naruto laughed miris.
"Don't think of them again Naru. If you don't want to get close to Sasuke, you should have told me. I'm not gonna let him into our house anymore." Kushina clasped her son's cold hand. He should not have allowed anyone surnamed Uchiha to approach Naruto even though it was a good looking handsome young man named Uchiha Sasuke. He was afraid that his son would get hurt again and remember the past.
Naruto patted the back of his mother's hand and gave a soothing smile. "Mother just relax. I know Sasuke is not like his brother. He made me better accept fate and live the days. He also did not stay away from me even though he knew I was not normal like a man in general. Even he said he liked me even though until now I still ignored it. You know for yourself, Sasuke's making me feel good with him, so you're not forbidding him to come near me?"
Kushina rubbed her son's blonde mane. "As long as you feel confident in whatever you do, I will support you. It is not good if we judge Sasuke from the behavior of his family, well, even though Uchiha is already like garbage in my eyes. At least Sasuke can be recycled." He said softly even though the words in the last two sentences were not soft.
"Mother if Sasuke hears you he can be sad."
"But Sasuke-kun is not the kind of person who gets sad easily. His face was always flat."
"Easy-after. Don't we want to make dinner? Is everything ready? It's almost night and soon they'll come." Naruto changed the subject. Although he had been upset with Sasuke— had forgotten to meet Itachi—but he did not want to mistreat the young man with his mother.