Remake of chapter 1 that I kept promising you all, but never really getting around to do it. So I hope that you enjoy this, if you're willing to reread it that is. :U

Disclaimer: Why the hell would I be writing these if I was the owner of Naruto. Do I look Japanese to you? :|

Warnings: If you didn't read them already in the preview, here they are again. There will be yaoi. As in boy love. There will also (eventually) be some mpreg. If you don't like it, I'm not exactly sure how the hell you found my story.

There was a stillness about the air, an eerie hold over the normally bustling mornings that Naruto Uzumaki found himself accustomed to. Filtering the sunlight through his fingers, he flopped over in his bed, unaccustomed to its form. The strange, somewhat homely surroundings of the inn led him to suddenly remember what and where he was.
"I…am training with Jiraiya. That's right…Ero-sennin."
He felt disoriented. There was a slight haziness about his memories of the other night.
The silence about the room alerted Naruto to realize his sudden loneliness. Jiraiya was nowhere to be found. Even more odd, was the sudden realization that something was not quite right about this "morning."

With great care, Naruto sat up from his soft bed, pain smacking him broadly in the face. Every part of him ached as if he'd been running miles, his muscles screaming for a reprieve that he was obviously not fit to deliver. The events of the night prior began to flood into his mind slowly, a vague echo through an opaque memory film.
That was right…he had managed to convince Jiraiya to let him try sake. Somehow that had evolved.
He would have to ask the old man about it later.
"This Rasengan training is murder. My joints are as stiff as cardboard."
Still half asleep, Naruto shuffled towards the window, drawing the curtains back with little hesitation.
"What the-?"

An ochre sunset greeted him, the sunlight disappearing over the horizon, casting the last few morning rays over a sleepy town.
Well, no wonder the morning had been so uncanny. It hadn't been morning at all!
Annoyed, Naruto peered out at the retreating villagers, rapping a bare foot against the floor. The sound was subtle, but in an unoccupied room, it was enough to deter the blond from hearing his mentor enter the room.

"Awake finally! You know how long you've been asleep?"
Naruto could have sworn to jump at least a mile at that moment. Whirling around, he clutched at his chest, feeling his heart bump against his ribcage.
"You dick! Why didn't you wake me up! Then you come in here and scare the crap out of me!"
The elder only laughed, tossing his charge a canister. Naruto caught the object and peered inside, catching a whiff of something tantalizingly delicious.
Only then did he realize how hungry he was. He complained no more, seating himself at the low legged table situated in the room. Naruto did, however, notice the rather annoyed glance on Jiraiya's face at the lack of a "thank you." Smugly, he chalked it up to payback.
"So how long was I asleep?"
"All day I'd say. Amazing what a few drinks of sake will do to a kid. Although I have to say, I got quite an earful from Tsunade after she heard about it."
Naruto looked up from his food, his cheeks stuffed with an undignified amount of food. "You mean that old hag you asked to be Hokage?"
"The very same. Seems she didn't quite agree with it. 'Course, I have to agree with her. You shouldn't have snuck more of the sake. You got pretty dang drunk."
"You shouldn't have given it to me then."
"Touché. Well you are quite the heavyweight. When you get older, we'll have to drink together."
Naruto grinned, matching his teacher's equally goofy expression. The moment was short lived however, as Jiraiya's face soon tightened. Inquisitively, the blond set his food container down. He wasn't quite following the elder man's motives.

"Tsunade is headed back to the village to claim her Hokage title in the morning with Shizune. And you're going with her."
"What about you?"
No response. Jiraiya simply stood against the wall, silent as stars.
"You're leaving me? What about our training?"
"Itachi and Kisame have been spotted around here. Those two are still after you no doubt. And you can remember our last encounter, I'm sure."
Naruto remembered alright. Sasuke's tormented face, forever engraved into his mind.
He'd never forget the ravenous look that came upon his comrade's features. It was haunting.
"It's too dangerous for you to stick around. I barely managed to keep them from you last time."
As much as Naruto may have been loathe to admit it, he knew Jiraiya was right. The two men were frighteningly strong, hardly enough for even one with the skill of a Sannin to hold them off. Naruto was little more than dead weight.

"Ahh, well, just be ready for tomorrow." Jiraiya explained, looking as jovial as he'd been when he first entered the room. Naruto looked further perplexed.
"Don't worry kid! Just go with Tsunade and Shizune, and when I get the all clear, I'll come back for you. Deal?"
Despite his teacher being a lecherous drunk, Naruto was sure that Jiraiya was a man of his word. He nodded once, prompting the man to take a seat beside his student with an exhausted slump.
"That being said, I need you to do me a quick favor…"

"What a cheap piece of shit."
The entire trip downstairs, he fumed, spouting enough profanities about the older man to make a sailor blush.
"I can't believe he's making me go all the way down there, because he's too damn lazy to pick up his own damn wallet! Can't he see I'm still in pain from the other day!"
Hardly able to keep the stiff achiness from his joints, Naruto winced and limped the whole trip down.

The pub's loud noises served only to aggravate his irritated condition, pounding at a headache that had started to form as the undoubtful result of last night's events that he could not remember.
Lucky for him, the wallet was right where Jiraiya had promised it would be.
Not like Naruto was about to go looking of course.

Successful in his task, the blond turned to leave. But something rooted him in place. Frozen eyes wide with horror, he watched as the very two men Jiraiya had been talking about, the very ones who had targeted him, entered the building he was in.
Kyuubi hissed harshly in his ear, "Hide boy! Hide before they see you!"
He did not disobey. With no other place to go in time, he darted underneath the table he had retrieved Jiraiya's wallet from, too frightened to curse the man.
It was the worst thing he could have done.

Their footsteps drew closer, and for one fragile second, Naruto believed he'd been caught. However, the two merely slid into the table, their feet drawing up against the blond, who hugged against himself as tightly as he could.
Time. Stood. Still.
He could hear every murmur, however few they were. He heard them order tea, a feat that—he hoped—would not last long.
He heard the waiter return with their small order, and their quick consumption. By the time he saw their legs begin to slide away from the table, he thought he had been home free.
And then, light. It rained down on him, unfiltered by the barrier of table that had been there once before. Paralyzed, Naruto could only stare up at the fiery crimson eyes of the man who had been sent to capture him. The terrifying, bloodthirsty man.
Itachi Uchiha.

He said nothing. His face remained masked by the massive collar of the hood. Whether he was surprised or pleased, the blond could not tell. He allowed himself a moment to glance around the restaurant, into the eyes of the other patrons who seemed oblivious.
Genjutsu.
The fish man however grinned, sharp, inhuman teeth a glaring contrast to his partner's indifferent behavior.
"Well, well. What an intruiging stowaway. What should we do with him Itachi?"
Naruto looked for something, anything, that resembled pity in the Uchiha's eyes. He found nothing. Nary a flicker of anything that could possibly be categorized as emotion. There was nothing he could do. Nowhere to run.
Perhaps there was hope. A small, tiny flicker of the whim of the gods. He could possibly…maybe..

Before he could even think about moving, Itachi's hand swiftly landed a blow in his abdomen. Naruto felt the pain centralize around the man's fist, swiftly doubling over before losing himself.
Effortlessly, Itachi hoisted his target over his shoulder, letting the blond's limb arms flop down his back. He placed a small amount of yen onto the table beside their empty cups, piquing Kisame's interest as they turned to leave.
"A tip? That's quite unlike you."
"The tea was good."
And so the three disappeared. Two men, and a very unfortunate young boy.