Author's Rant: I couldn't resist ^_^. Just one more time.

Learn Well

"This is bullshit."

"So I've heard."

"I can't believe you're sittin' there calm and shit. This is serious!"

Sasuke refused to lose his spot on today's newspaper because his husband was having his usual dramatic sessions when it came to their children. After celebrating a fourteen year marriage and dealing with a house full of kids, a teenager and mischievous antics of their youngest son, one would think Naruto could handle his oldest son going on his first date. The blond was far from pleased and his pacing back and forth, checking the window was making Sasuke irritated.

Kyuubi turned eighteen several months ago and has done incredibly well in his studies. During his senior year, he'd gained recognition as MVP Baseball Player of the year by McDonalds. Five high classed colleges had their eyes on the young red head and three Major League teams were looking at early recruitment. He'd grown into a healthy, strong young man. His hair had grown passed his shoulders—which has earned him the title, Baby Red by his classmates on both sides of the sexual spectrum— and he'd grown an inch passed his fathers. It was killing Naruto to see the sweet little boy he once knew, grow so mature; that and the fact that so many outside eyes were noticing it too.

However, Kyuubi kept to himself. He had friends, he had associates, but his focus was always on his school work and baseball. During that time, not once had Kyuubi ventured out into the dating field to explore his curiosity.

That is, until he said he was going on a date and well, things hadn't been the same since.

"I don't like it," Naruto murmured for the tenth time as he flipped the curtains back in his and Sasuke's bedroom. "This cat's gotta be what? Our age? At least forty."

"He's twenty one," Sasuke absently corrected.

"That's damn near close to retirin'!" Naruto snapped angrily. "What do we know about him, except he goes to college, and he works at the YMCA. By the way babe, that's bullshit, because I went down there the other day and I didn't see his ass there."

Sasuke, fed up with trying to read today's news, folded the newspaper neatly and placed it on the nightstand. Fourteen years hadn't made him doubt his love for Naruto but in those fourteen years, it has taught him that there was no way of calming the man down without a fight. "Naruto, we've discussed this. Kyuubi's eighteen, he's never been in trouble and he's always done well in his homework. Why can't he enjoy himself just once?"

Naruto had the nerve to pout, "Because I don't trust this guy. He's too sneaky. All these kids got on their minds is fuckin'. But lemme say this, he won't be deep dickin' my boy today. No sir, nah-uh," To be on the safe side, Naruto jerked the curtains back again when he thought he heard a sound, thankful it was just the wind brushing the trees.

"He'll have to grow up someday."

"Someday yeah, when he's forty with liver spots. Where did he get that ass? Have you seen him? Shit, all that protein and beef. I'm tellin' ya, we outta make the brats into vegetarians. I mean, what happened to the good ole' days when they matured slow and all they cared about were Legos?"

Sasuke chuckled softly, "We aren't that old," He patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come here."

The blond was reluctantly to leave his spot by the window. It took more than a pat on the bed to persuade him to leave but when he had, Naruto was welcome to laying his head on Sasuke's lap to have his scalp massaged. He was purring within moments of those long fingers digging against his crown, "Ah damn, you haven't done that in a minute."

"Mmm Mmm."

Naruto sighed, readjusting his head around to see Sasuke's face, "How come you're not as worried as me? You trust this boy like that?"

"I trust Kyuubi to make the right decisions," Sasuke leaned forward, his voice deep and soft against Naruto's hair. "We raised our boy to be an adult. Mistakes are meant to be learned from. Now's the time to see how good we did, don't you think?"

"Hell no," Grumbled Naruto. "But it ain't up to me. The kid's gonna have to grow up sometime." Naruto sighed turning his face into Sasuke's stomach, leaching the warmth and smells. "I just wish he hadn't grown up so fast. All the brats are growin' up on us."

"We still have three more to go, love." Sasuke kissed his husband's worried crinkles away from his brow. "Six, seven and nine. You plan on carrying on like this for their first dates?"

"No, 'cause I'm gonna pop the lil' motherfucka's on the head before they ring the bell."

"No, you'll let them go," A kiss here and another there. "Otherwise, how will I get you all to myself?"

"Oh yeah?" Naruto shifted so his arms could reach up and curve around Sasuke's neck. "That's right. When was the last time, I had a lil' taste of you?"

"Too long," Sasuke leaned down for the briefest, sweetest kiss that started with a neat flick of his tongue in and out of his husband's mouth. That was only because their bedroom door was pushed open without so much as a knock and in came three kids, all of whom decided to use their parent's bed as a trampoline. Six year old Obito lead the pack, climbing up and stumbling on top of Naruto's back. Samui settled herself right on Naruto's stomach and Madara tucked himself under Sasuke's arm, all three, perfectly content with life.

"Daddy, daddy!" Obito shouted, not distinguishing between the two. " Can we have peanut butter and jelly for dinner? I want them!"

"I want them too p'ease!" Samui agreed.

Madara shushed his siblings and said, "We can't because Daddy's already cooking hamburgers tonight, aren't you daddy?"

"Sure am—if I'm not busy killin' your brother's boyfriend." The last part earned Naruto a wicked glare, which he returned right back. "What? I'm entitled to being pissed off."

"Me too," Huffed Madara. "I don't want Kyuubi goin' on a date. Dates are stupid."

Naruto's grin split his face in half, "See? Out of the mouths of babes. That's my boy," He reached out to ruffle Madara's raven hair and sat up. His mind was going a million miles an hour as he thought over what was about to take place.

Kyuubi. His sweet, little playful Kyuubi was about to go out on his first date. Naruto had been secretly thrilled that his son had chosen to wait on dating when he turned sixteen and after he'd confessed to Sakura about his interest in boys. She hadn't been surprised, and neither had his parents. It became a little sticky though when Madara walked into the room at the wrong moment to ask what gay meant.

Sasuke snorted, "What are you worried about?"

"His first date turning out like ours," Naruto blurted out.

Sasuke paused, then, "We're still together, idiot."

"No, no, babe," Naruto turned around to face Sasuke's placid frown. "We turned out good. We got our family together, our lives are established. But you're forgetting one important detail."

"And that is?"

"We fucked on the first night."

Oh . . . oh. . . OH. Sasuke's eyes went enormously wide as memories from that first night began to overwhelm his brain. On and on they replayed like the rewind scene of an old film. Sasuke was about two minutes into getting close to the most heated part when his mind went blank from a terrible question.

"Daddy, can I fuck too?"

Naruto gasped, horrified.

Sasuke stared, horrified.

Obito looked between his parents, unsure of the new game they were playing and so copied their open mouth expressions at Madara too.

Madara simply looked on. When he received no answer, he emphasized his question again with a rock of his head, "Can. I. Fuck. Too?"

Naruto recovered first. He snatched Madara by his arm and yanked forward, "What have I told you about gettin' in grown folks business?" He snapped. "Don't you ever let me hear you say that again, you understand?"

"But daddy," Madara said. "You it all the time. And Sakura says she did it too. Why can't I do it?"

"Because I said so!" Naruto growled. "Me and your daddy ain't raisin' any of you to be potty mouths. The next time any of you say a bad word, I'm dishing out ass whoopin's. You hear me?"

Madara, as well as Samui who weren't used to being scolded by Naruto, both began to tear up and nodded, "Yes sir." They whispered, bottom lips poked out. Obito nodded his consent and went back to tugging on Sasuke's shirt.

The children weren't used to being reprimanded because Naruto wasn't used to doing the job. It was Sasuke who normally disciplined them with silent punishment. They were used to that sort of treatment. If their blond father was resorting to taking the lead, it had to be serious because he rarely lost his smile. He was unusually tense and all three of them could sense it.

Sasuke could too, "Why don't you guys go call Sakura and see if she can bring the baby over to play."

Samui's tears quickly vanished at the mention of their newest playmate, "Can I ask her to bring Akamaru too?"

"Only if you're be good."

"Yay!" Obito and Samui scrambled and fought to get out the door first.

Madara was the most reluctant to leave, lingering near the edge of the bed where Naruto's knees bent over. He stared, half his face peeking over, switching from Sasuke to Naruto, back to Naruto and Sasuke again. His nine year old heart was melting and he wasn't going to move until he got some reassurance and propped right on the floor to play with his shoe laces.

"Madara," Naruto grumbled after a five minute silence.

Madara played with her eyes on the floor, self-consciously tying his shoes over and over after he'd learned a new way in school. He shyly looked up, his body tensing suddenly, "Hm?"

"Come here, son."

He did, though with a weary glance and hesitate step. Madara edged around the bed until his tummy was lined with Naruto's head. "Sir—Eeep!" Suddenly Madara was in the air, squealing at the top of his lungs and slammed against the bed with Naruto blowing raspberries on his stomach. "No, no, no, Daddy no!" Madara tangled his fingers in Naruto's air, kicking and failing miserably to get free. "Ok daddy, ok, that's enough!"

"Yeah, that's right." Naruto playfully shoved his son off the bed and smacked his butt. "Now get outta here. We still love ya."

"Jerk!" Madara dashed out of the room before Naruto could take back his loving words.

Sasuke, whom witnessed the little spectacle, leaned one elbow on the ball of his knee and smiled. He knew Naruto wouldn't last five seconds when any of their children had long faces.

"He's a lot like you, ya know?" Naruto quietly admitted. "He always needs to be reassured I love 'em when I'm pissed off."

"Yeah, but that was years ago," Sasuke lined himself along Naruto's side, studying his close-eyed profile. "After fourteen years, I doubt you can convince me any more than you have. I know you love me."

Naruto gave a close-eyed grin, "And I'll tell ya every day until you get sick of hearin' it."

"No, I never get tired of hearing it." Sasuke turned Naruto's chin around to kiss him and stroked the tiny grays daring to discolor the sunny blond spikes. After all this time, he'd never get tired of the way this man affected him. Like a fresh oasis to a thirsty man, Naruto had that wonderful ability to make Sasuke always want to be by his side.

He knew Naruto felt the same when he clung to the back of Sasuke's neck when he tried to pull away from the kiss, fingers working the tiny dip in his neck that always had Sasuke panting for a longer session. When the kiss slipped apart, their eyes were darker and half shut, misted with desire and sparked with a still burning fire.

"I love you so much, Sasuke."

"I love you, Naruto."

"I'm nervous 'Nata," Kyuubi twisted around in front of his vanity mirror with a disappointed frown. He'd hoped this red one would look good, but it only washed out his coco skin, "Damn it. Why can't I find an outfit?"

"Because you keep throwing away everything you think Uncle Naruto won't like," Fourteen year old Hinata giggled. Everyone could say what they wanted about their oddly aged friendship. It worked out just fine for the pair who'd become inseparable since Kyuubi shared his play blocks with her. Hinata re-crossed her legs on her best friend's bed. "I've never seen you this worked up over anything. Lighten up. Why won't you wear this one?" She held up one of the discarded yellow V-neck Gucci shirt. "I think it's cute."

Kyuubi stuck his head out of the closet, scrunching his nose at the shirt, "Dad says that screams street hoe. I don't want Lee gettin' the wrong idea."

"But you don't want to go out like a stiff either. I think Lee wouldn't mind seeing a little bit of skin."

"How would you know?"

"I read it in Cosmo."

"The same one that says a man's horny because of his knee caps?"

"Nope that's medically impossible. You're supposed to watch his toes flex."

Kyuubi barked a laugh, shaking his head, "That's bullshit 'Nata and you know it." A powder blue, short sleeved button front shirt with black lining around the sleeves and rim of the shirt, was pulled over his head. It was a little snug around his chest. Would his dad give him hell about this one too? He hoped not. This one looked really flattering against his body. Kyuubi stepped out and twirled. "How's this look?"

"I like it. What kind of parts and shoes?"

"My Timberland boots and blue jeans."

"That'll do," Hinata bounced off the bed to stand and circle around Kyuubi. She accessed him with some inspecting grunts, nods and adjustments to his shirt to appeal to what she'd like best and finished up with a soft smile. "You're so handsome Ky. I bet Lee's head will rock when he sees you."

"God, I hope so," All the butterflies took off at once at the mention of his older date. It'd been so sudden when Kyuubi met Rock Lee at the International Food Festival. It was meant to be just him, his little brothers and sister and Hinata but it ended up being a family outing with everyone. Kyuubi had requested to venture off on his own with his sister's baby, Utakata, in tow because there was a stand he needed to do research on for class.

It'd been the most popular food cart in the whole festival and by the time Kyuubi reached it, there'd been a line nearly a mile long.

"Wow, what a cute baby."

Kyuubi felt his hairs electrify when that voice spoke so close to his neck. He'd swore a summer breeze had blown through even though it was the middle of November. He angled his head around to see two fish bowl round eyes, burnished as dark as Anthracite coal and a pair of gigantic eyebrows to boot. This guy's grin could produce enough shine to keep a city lit for days. His hair was a neat symmetrical trim all around his head, and lower down was a body was clad in a cream cashmere sweater and brown corduroy pants.

But that sweater wasn't fooling anyone. Underneath was the lean cut of a runner, perhaps even a swimmer. Where his chest molded to the sweater, the rest fell in a loose fit. Kyuubi mentally slapped himself for staring so hard and cleared his throat.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," The taller gentleman said, smile still turned on to 100 watt. "I wish had a little brother to bring along. Maybe I wouldn't have had to come alone. I'm sorry, or maybe not brother. Is he your son?"

Kyuubi turned fully around, blue eyes narrowed, "He's my nephew."

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I'd just assumed."

Kyuubi felt his attitude drop a smidge after the apology seemed sincere, "No problem."

"How old is he?"

"Six months?"

"Really and already getting big?"

Utakata decided right then to direct his attention to the new person and frowned. He was one of the few family children to not cry as often but, good god, when he did, this boy could wail. Kyuubi was hoping not to experience that kind of moment but was surprised when instead of crying, Utakata did something else.

He giggled a sudden burst of squeals when the stranger started making funny faces and squishy sounds with his cheeks. Kyuubi exchanged a look at his nephew and accidentally caught the stranger's face being smooshed on both sides by his hands, making his eyes and lips seemed extra-long. Kyuubi's boyish laugh came before he could stop it and found he couldn't stop if he tried. This new guy eventually put on a show for both of them, even going as far as doing a little skit.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," The bushy browed gentleman dramatically bowed at the waist. "A good laugh's always good for lifting the spirit and, what do you know, it's good for killing time too." He pointed.

Kyuubi followed the finger and sighed in relief. The line to the food cart and depleted to about a third of its length.

"Shall we?"

Kyuubi nodded, repositioning Utakata on his other arm, "Before little man starts fussin'."

"Ah, I doubt he'd mind the wait," Chuckled Mr. Soup-bowl. "By the way, I didn't catch your name." He asked when they reached the end of the line.

"Don't remember throwin' it."

"Huh? Oh!" The stranger burst into a sudden loud, obnoxious laugh that drew the attention of many bystanders and had Kyuubi itching to run. "I get it. Catch the name, throw it. Right, you're funny." He held out his hand. "My name's Rock Lee."

Kyuubi looked at the outstretched hand the way he always did when someone offered their names. It was always well and good in the beginning until they heard his last name and immediately put two and two together. "Kyuubi Uzumaki-Uchiha." He waited for the shine of recognition to come. Being the son of an old Japanese money company was a perk at times, but as Kyuubi got older, it became an annoyance. Everyone wanted a piece of him and what came with the Uchiha last name, not to mention his growing reputation as a future Major League player.

Lee's head tilted to the side, "By any chance are you related to—"

Here it comes. Kyuubi's eyes were already rolling.

"—Sakura Uzumaki-Uchiha?"

"Sure, yeah, I am," Wait. Rewind. Wrong name, wrong adult. Kyuubi's frown creased his brow in confusion. "You know my sister?"

"You are Sakura's brother! Oh wow, I thought you looked familiar. You and her have the same smile! So this is her son, yeah?"

"Yeah, uh Ino had him."

"That's crazy. I hadn't known she'd have him this soon. When they used to come by the gym, all those two ever did was argue. Sakura's great. She's the one who helped me get that job when I moved into town."

Ah, so that explained why he didn't recognize the name. His accent should've been a dead giveaway, "You're from Japan?"

"Well, yes and no," Lee grinned sheepishly, scratching behind his head. "I'm sort of a Military brat. I was born in America but raised between countries. My mom's from America but her dad's Japanese. My dad's originally from Japan though."

Now Kyuubi was interested, "How'd they meet?"

The line edged forward as Lee explained, "My mom joined the Marine's when she finished high school and got deployed straight to Okinawa Island for active duty training. She told me she met my dad when she went out with friends to a ramen shop called Ramen Tetsuya. He was one of the cooks," A warm blush flared across Lee's cheeks. "Dad said when he saw her, he'd thought his heart stopped beating. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Of course, she still is. Kurenai Yuhi-Guy has a way of turning heads with those eyes."

"Kurenai," Kyuubi tested the name on his tongue and smiled. "That's pretty. It means crimson, right?"

"Yeah, her eyes are that color. How'd you know?"

It was Kyuubi's turn to blush as he rocked a now sleepy Utakata, "My dad's got some Jap in his blood. Both my parents do. I learned a little bit from my Uncle."

"Really? I never would've guessed with your red hair and eyes."

"That's my mother's fault."

"But I thought you said—"

"My father's Japanese American, my mother's American, and my father's Spanish-Japanese-American. My fathers are together."

"Wait . . . oh."

Way to go Kyuubi. Just destroy every good conversation with your awkwardness. Could he really be blamed? Half the time he already had speeches laid out to answer the same usual questions about what it was like being an Uchiha child. This was the first full discussion about someone else and not on him.

"So, your dad's gay?"

Kyuubi's head snapped so fast, a few strands of red hair popped from his rubber band, "What of it?"

"Hey, hey relax," Lee laughed. "Don't get bent outta shape. I was just wondering. I don't mind at all."

"I didn't ask if you would."

Another laugh bubbled out of Lee's chest like the sleek slide of hot chocolate, "Wow, you've got a testy mouth on you. Take it easy, I won't bite. I'm just making conversation."

The line moved up some more. Kyuubi felt the edge dissolve a little as he turned to face the line, silence creeping up, thanks to his mouth again. He chewed his bottom lip in thought, wondering how he was going to break the ice without sounding like an ass again.

"So what school do you go too?"

Relief blossomed in Kyuubi's chest. He was glad the talk could carry on, "I'm a senior at West Falls High. I graduate in four months. What about you?"

"I attend South University. I'm a sophomore there."

"Oh," Kyuubi immediately deflated at hearing that. Lee was a college student, which probably put him at, what, twenty or twenty one? Why the hell would he want to talk to a high schooler?

"The line's movin' Kyuubi." Lee lightly nudged the red head forward. "What's with that face?"

"What face?"

"The one you made when I said I was a sophomore. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, no way. I just," God, Kyuubi wished he could stop blushing. "I was just wonderin', why talk to a high schooler? You're some big time college student, right?"

"Who happens to enjoy having a conversation with anyone who's willing," Lee shrugged. "I don't discriminate who I hang out with. That's boring. If I can play chess with a seventy year old man every weekend, I can deal with talking with anyone."

Kyuubi laughed again, but stopped when Lee gave him an odd look, "You're serious?" Kyuubi deadpanned.

"Yep, I volunteer at the elderly home across town and the animal shelter in the next county and tutor math students on Fridays."

Kyuubi blinked, "Where the hell do you get the time and energy to do that?"

Here came Lee's thousand watt grin and bright eyes, "I have all the energy in the world! I can run fifty laps, I can swim a hundred laps, I can do two hundred push-ups, two hundred sit-ups and still have enough umph to pull a car!" Lee struck a few funny poses, ringing forth another chuckle from Kyuubi. Then he asked, "What about you? How do you spend all of your energy?"

"I play baseball, and I have three siblings at home to help with homework every night," Kyuubi said.

"You play baseball? I bet you're a great pitcher."

"I am," Kyuubi's head jerked up, shocked. "How'd you know I was a pitcher?"

"From your arms," Lee's voice was cool and steady when he cupped his hands around Kyuubi's bicep, right hand digit trailing over a worming a vein. "I've played soccer, basketball, football, baseball and hockey, but I can't remember when my arms worked as hard as when I played pitcher. Your arms defy your strength by how thick they are." Lee's finger traveled upward, slow and precise—unknown to him, causing a stir in Kyuubi's breathing and creating a similar effect on his skin. "Wow, you've got some really strong muscles. I bet you can throw a ninety five, easy." Lee squeezed and glanced up.

A whole new shine reflected in the older man's eyes that hadn't shun there before. There was a soft sigh, and Lee's one step bringing them closer. Kyuubi kept his arm still and if he trembled a bit knew his and Lee's chest would bump. The slightest motion could interrupt him and make Lee remove his hand.

Kyuubi wasn't sure he wanted him too. The rough heat from his palms flexed and enclosed themselves as if afraid to let ago anyway. Then there was the scent of Irish Body Wash and peppermint, fanning Kyuubi's nostrils. He swallowed, the movement drawing Lee's eyes down to his throat.

"Amazing," Lee's finger's delicately knitted Kyuubi's arm. "Please don't be offended, but when I saw you—well, when I saw your eyes, I wanted a closer look. They're so blue. I've never seen anyone with eyes that bright. They're exotic."

Kyuubi's chin automatically rose to match Lee's gaze, openly displaying every sparkle there was.

"See? Unreal," It could've been the slight chill in the open air but goosebumps erupted all over Kyuubi's body like volcanic pulses. Lee's voice had sunken to monotone, maybe a deeper octave, and it seemed to vibrate from beneath the ocean. "And that hair and skin, wow, you're a sight Kyuubi."

Kyuubi's head ducked down to hide his smile, "I know. I get it all the time."

Lee's fingers drummed, then fell away, leaving an empty patch of cold skin behind. The move was so sudden, Kyuubi had to double take to be sure it'd happened. Lee's expression's lost all of its exuberance and turned softly sad, "I'm sure you do." As if not knowing what to do with his hands, Lee shoved them inside his pockets and stepped back. "Well, the line's down to nothing. Guess we'll catch each other around town? Or whenever. See ya!" Lee turned on his heel and walked off.

Kyuubi's shoulders slumped. Each step taken seemed like a hard press against his chest. His arm felt unbelievably cold and so did the space of warmth Lee occupied before. He hadn't meant it to come off like that. It was meant to be—well, maybe funny. Kyuubi wished his foot was big enough to kick his own ass. Thinking fast, he glanced at Lee's slender figure gradually vanish in the crowd and looked at the cart stand.

An idea came. When it came his turn, he grabbed all the items needed for his project and ordered two of the cart's famous Greek Chicken Kabobs. Juggling Utakata, the pamphlets and two snacks took some careful maneuvering but Kyuubi managed the whole ten minutes it took for him to find Lee at a goldfish stand.

"Lee!"

Rock Lee stood, searching out the crowd until he saw Kyuubi hurrying toward him. "Kyuubi?" Lee looked around unsure. "You came lookin' for me?"

"Yeah," Kyuubi quickly pushed the kabob forward before he lost his nerve. "You didn't try the chicken. You were in the line the whole time right? Might as well reap the benefits." Lee hesitated. Kyuubi's lips bunched to the side as he rolled his eyes, "Either eat it or pay me back for it."

"Oh, oh sorry, sure," Lee eased it away and bite down, scorching the shit out of his tongue.

"It's hot you idiot!"

Lee danced around fanning his tongue, eyes watered a sour red. He was a mess, running to every stand looking for a cup of water. Kyuubi's eyes were in tears too; tears of laughter as he followed behind watching Lee's crazy antics. Throughout the time, Kyuubi noticed Lee hadn't once put the chicken down. He risked another bite and gave a smile through the meat's heated flavors.

Lee. . . he was something else.

Kyuubi had expected many things when he saw Lee waiting for him downstairs. He knew his date would be dressed casual, he knew Lee looked handsome in it and he knew when Lee saw him, Lee would present his smile and offer every compliment in the book.

What Kyuubi hadn't been expecting was seeing his father's sitting across from his friend, his blond father sitting in the chair and dark haired father taking up in the couch, both of their eyes lashing Lee down like an orange.

Hinata's giggles weren't helping the situation either, "You think they scared him?"

"Knowin' Lee, he's too sweet to know a real threat from a fake one," Hinata gently pushed Kyuubi forward down the stairs. "Have fun!"

Kyuubi shuffled down, fixing the cuffs of his leather jacket and giving his hair a neat shake for a messy side style. A long swoop fell over his right eye while the rest laid tied behind his head.

"Kyuubi, you look great!" Lee stood up and took Kyuubi's hands in his, gazing deep in those blue eyes. "Beautiful as always. Oh, wait a sec," Lee swept the hair hovering over Kyuubi's eye. "There, much better. Don't ever hide those eyes. They're beautiful."

"Kiss ass," Chuckled Kyuubi.

"Ahem, yeah," Naruto interrupted rudely and terribly loud. "Where the hell you goin' with my boy?"

"Dad!" Kyuubi gasped, embarrassed.

Lee outright laughed, shocking both Sasuke and Naruto. "Don't worry Kyuubi. Your dads are so funny. I've never laughed so hard. Mr. Naruto said he wanted to run over my junk and sell it for jewelry."

Kyuubi's head clicked slowly to the left to leave his fathers a deadly warning. "We're goin' to Olive Garden." He gritted through his teeth.

Naruto's eyebrow lifted, "And then?"

"Probably an ice cream parlor," Answered Lee. "Say, I have my Wii installed too. You want to come to my place and play Dance, Dance?"

"I'll dance, dance yo—" Sasuke's eyes said be quiet Naruto, which the blond had trouble doing. "Dance, dance my ass. Boyyyy, you better be glad I'm saved." All of this Naruto said under his breath, of course.

"I think we can save that for another time, Lee." Kyuubi said evenly. "We're gonna leave guys. I'll see you later. Bye!"

"Bye Kyuubi!"

"Bye 'Uubi!"

"By Ky!"

"Bye Kyuubi!"

The children and Hinata all waved from upstairs. Sasuke and Naruto walked up to the front door to watch the young pair make their way to Lee's Impala. They'd reached the car and sunk inside when Sakura suddenly emerged from the darkness with a suspicious smile, twirling a wrench in her hand. "Have fun guys!"

"We will!" The boys echoed.

Sakura stood next to a smiling Naruto and a confused Sasuke. "Sakura? I didn't know you were coming."

"I had to fix a couple'a things for Daddy," She winked at Naruto who returned it back.

"Such as?"

"Just wait."

They wouldn't have to wait long. Lee's car started making a horrible rattle sound before a snap, crackle, and pop said the car wasn't budging an inch. Kyuubi kicked the door open, eyes wild and enraged, "Damn it Sakura! How could you?! You fat, pepto bitch!"

"Sorry brah, I had to do it!"

Naruto could've wept. He curved his arm around his daughter's waist and kissed her temple, "I taught you well."

"I learned from the best." The two dipped inside the house, laughing to their heart's content. With Lee's car down, their little fancy date was going to go on right here. Sakura went upstairs to visit the children. Naruto made himself comfortable right on the couch and patted the space next to him when Sasuke came back a minute later.

"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist. Gotta protect mine and ours, ya know how it is." Naruto made a show of kicking back to relax and waited for the young adults to enter. He waited for fifteen minutes and grew worried that he may have went too far. "I hope he's not too mad."

"He's fine."

"How do you know?"

"Because him and Lee left a few minutes ago."

"They just—do what? How, did they, I thought, Fuck!" Naruto shot out the door faster than a wink.

Sasuke stayed right there. Naruto would figure out how fast his son could operate too. Kyuubi let the air out of Naruto's tires an hour ago and had an idea that Sakura would try something sneaky. So he'd asked if he could borrow one of Sasuke's.

Sasuke twirled every key to every car they owned and hid them in his pocket. He'd taught his son well.

TBC: Well this ended up being longer than I thought. For those of you following Diagnosis Me Baby, there should be an update tomorrow ^_^. Hope you enjoyed a little of Kyuubi's romance.