Summary: Naruto, an escaped criminal, has the dream of reuniting with the man of his past and his son, Menma. He didn't expect to run into this many people on the way, nor did he expect to unravel the truth. Can loathing turn into loving? Based off of Michiko to Hatchin.

(Part Two of Naruto: The Baddest Bitch Series)

Chapter Rating: T

I don't own Naruto/Naruto Shippuden/Boruto (Masashi Kishimoto) nor do I own Michiko to Hatchin (Sayo Yamamoto). I don't own shit.

Naruto to Menma

Acto I - Levitación

Dos: Gunz Blazin'

Recap:

They pulled the glasses away from their face and shook their head to clear the hair from their eyes, which disturbed the bangs on their face enough to unveil closed eyelids. The golden lashed eyes opened.

And all Menma saw was blue.

The light flickered in almost a stutter.

It was afraid. The light was lonely.

It was familiar. I was lonely just like this.

I felt responsible for some reason. Like this light was my child.

We were both succumbed to this hole of bottomless sorrow. I knew my reasons lied in a boy.

Now a man.

Tch. Barely a man.

But why are you here Light? Do you need protection?

Do you even know what protection feels like

I took the light in my hands and began to levitate. Vines of shadow snap at me. My eyes brightened challengingly and I said, "They can take me."

"I'll protect you."

There were three in the cop car. But no sound of the three voices as it was dead quiet. The only sound occuring was the sound of wind and the car shifting at the movement.

But there was another noise.

An extremely grating, obnoxious sound of smacking.

The redhead woman's fingers twitched in annoyance at the prisoner sitting across from her in this box. Their gaze was set straight on her, as if their loud chewing was intentional.

It was definitely intentional.

She smirked and adjusted her glasses. "How does it feel to know that you failed again? You will never escape." She said in a lightly scolding tone.

The blond blinked at her and proceeded to chew their gum as if they were completely unbothered. But they began blowing a bubble, the pink sphere expanded out of their lips before loudly popping at the pressure of air.

They chewed again sticking their tongue out to childishly blow a raspberry at the woman.

That was their response to her question.

She growled at that stupid idiot. The white haired man beside her just chuckled at her demise.

Hiroshima, Japan - Utatane-Mitokado Household

August 14, 2018

8:57 AM

Their eyes were blue.

The exact same shade of blue. It was bluer than his own.

Like an almost original blue.

The mysterious blond directs their eyes to the elderly woman. "You, get me his documents. Birth certificate, social security number, everything with his name on it." She stays still. A humorless laugh falls from out of their perfect lips. The intruder looks around in almost disbelief before squaring their gaze back on his trembling foster mother. "If you don't get your rotting bones moving it'll really be a problem." That sentence had a tone of a life or death ultimatum.

Homura watched the blond and caught her eyes. It was undeniable now. That blond really was taking her child back. But what right did she have? He had the custody, so he won.

"You dare to threaten my wife! In my home!" He shoots again but the blond senses it and moved a fraction of a hair, dodging it once again, disguising it as just leaning on the arms of their motorcycle.

The bubblegum in their smirking mouth popped obnoxiously as a golden eyebrow raised. "What makes you think that I give one shit about your pruny lookin' wife? You shot at me about five times now and I'm still untouched." Homura reared back in surprise as he lowered his rifle.

"Look," They shifted on the bike to get comfortable. "Your aim is weak as your lifespan four-eyes. Ya just can't kill me. So go get the documents, or I'll run your ass over. Even your life alert won't get your sorry ass back up." The blond criminal threatened humorously as they proceed to smack their gums.

Koharu jetted to the desk and pulled the drawer out roughly in a panic. She collected all of the papers and certificates. She stacked them up loudly to show her obedience and walked to the blond quickly and handed the papers out with withering, shaking hands.

"Koharu! How could yo-"

She turned to him in exasperation. "Just let him go! He needs to get away from this!"

"I don't really know who you are or where you're going but please promise me you won't hurt him." Koharu looked at the paper then at the bad beauty pleadingly.

The blond snorted. "I don't have to promise you shit. But I'll let you know one thing about me, I don't hurt kids, especially not my own." They proclaimed dangerously to the woman and snatched the documents to stuff in the compartment of their bike.

The raven stared up at the blond in awe. 'My own?'

Once the blond finished with sorting themselves, they gave one last smug around the room. "Welp, it was nice doing business, dattebayo." They grinned.

Menma felt a strong, but gentle wrap around his wrist and was tugged into the air. He yelped at the sudden movement before realizing he was suddenly on the motorcycle.

Getting ready to leave. And never come back.

As soon as that blond's fingers brushed against his to yank him up, he knew his life was going to be changed. He was going to see a lifestyle he never knew.

The bike jerked and they flew off of the table back into the hallway to take off out of the house.

On the fourteenth day of August in 2018, Menma knew his life would never be the same.

This stupid ass jail.

A foot from one of the policemen sent him running blindly into the head sheriff's office against his own will. If he wasn't handcuffed, he would have pummeled them with their own hands.

But his hands were securely restrained from behind his back.

The definition of secure may vary.

The redhead woman sat on her desk and watched the blond who had their head toward the ground, shadowing their face.

"Hmph, prison garbs suit you. You look good. Orange was always your favorite color, now you get to wear it everyday."

She finished scrutinizing him before averting her gaze back to her nails, flicking dirt from underneath them. The woman brushed off her clothes before returning her attention back to the prisoner.

"I was promoted to sergeant today, aren't you proud of me?" The redhead asked sarcastically as she traced the shiny new golden badge on her chest with her finger. She continued to gouge the blond through her glasses.

The prisoner finally looked up, but their expression was almost oblivious. "Oh it's you KaKa-" A hand went across their whiskered face in a harsh, reprimanding slap.

Her hand was still in the air and she stared down at him.

He looked at the sergeant with too confident of a smirk. "Today is my third breakout. Ya gotta admit, I'm makin' progress, even if they're baby steps."

"Are you… really that hung over on Sasuke?" The blond stiffened at the forbidden name. "It's like you're sick or something. Auntie would have been ashamed."

"And you're still hung over me. Why are you so obsessed with me?" He grumbled loud enough for her to hear, "You creep… "

The woman leapt off of her desk and grabbed Naruto by the collar of his orange jumpsuit. The blond sneered in offense at the gaul of women to ever touch him. It was like she wanted to hold on to him and be close to him.

"¡¿Que carajo?! The fuck is your problem you creepy, four-eyed bitch?!" He kicked her in the shin, causing her to lose her gravity and fall over on to the cement floor. She rolled over in pain, but that didn't prevent the blond to keep going.

He continued to smash his foot onto her brutally and kicking at her with his boot. "Don't talk… like you know shit about me and that bastard! … I ran away, not him!" His booted foot eventually caught on her face, smacking the glasses of her face to fly into the corner of the room.

His screams echoed in the office alerting the officers to come in at the commotion. They busted through the door and immediately restrained him against the desk. "Hah?! You want some too?!" He grinned with a busted lip and crazed twinkling beryl eyes.

The burly cop snarled at him and roughly turned him around on his stomach.

The redheaded woman got up shakily and looked at the blurry scene. She watched the figure of Naruto get escorted out of the room as she held onto the wall for support of her shaky legs.

As Naruto went down the hall to ultimate solitary confinement, a television in another office caught his attention. It was of his mugshot when he was eighteen years old, a whole year ago.

"It has been a year since the Kage Tech bombing and we will mourn in the anniversary of Na-"

The imprisoned blond scoffed at the news as he continued walking.

"It's still in speculation of what Uzumaki's motives we-"

"What fucking foolishness."

Hiroshima, Japan

9:39 AM

They've been riding for almost half an hour.

This was what he wanted. His escape from his less than loving foster family.

He wanted to second guess his wishes, but he found himself with no regrets as much as he wished to conjure them into existence.

Wind whipped past their faces as they sped down the road. Menma watches the blond's blank expression through the reflection mirror. The way their eyes were glowing in the sun it looked like a clear sea.

They were in the industrial side of Hiroshima. Menma barely knows what a city looks like from the lack of time out of his old foster home. There were so many people just walking around. Menma was sure it was like a million people, but then again he's never seen to many others to know.

He held one arm around the blond's bare stomach to keep steady on the moving motorcycle. It was quite hard considering the way the blond intruder weaved through cars above the speed limit.

Blond hair whipped around wildly against the wind, struggling to stay contained in a ponytail. Their colorful ribbon flagged around in the wind.

Unexpectedly, the motorcycle dipped to the right and threaded through the cracks between cars. A plethora of honks cursed at them when they drove off the road into an alley. The bike came to a stop and the blond began fidgeting around for something.

Not a lot of good, positive things happen in alleys. It was dark and narrow, and an oasis for drug crime. Why would this stranger bring him here? Did they plan on eliminating him? Keeping him hostage to elicit a standoff from the police?

Either way, this was it for him. It was Menma's last moment to live.

He climbed threw his tiny leg over the motorcycle to run off into the tight spaced alleyway. Menma crouched against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest and hid his face in fear. He gripped his legs in self preservation, but didn't feel the chase.

One juvenile azure eye opened to peek at the blond who was too busy turning off the vehicle. When the engine was shut up, the blond turned and started towards him. Menma held onto himself tighter in anticipation of the blond's next action.

They just scratched their head, wiped their nose, and leant over the alley wall peeking around in paranoia, almost cartoonishly. They turned back around and pulled at their red top as if it would cover them more than what was capable. It didn't leave much to any imagination. It was like the blond was uncomfortable, or out of place with themselves. And their scanty clothes were surely a reason.

The blond walked closer and closer until their were directly in front of his view. They towered over him magnificently as he sat still. They were really tall for a female.

Are they a female?

A hot ray of sunlight makes a stripe right over their eyes, illuminating them and persistently reminding him of their similarity to his.

It was a sign. The stranger did seem familiar. But Menma couldn't put his finger on what it was.

The blond plopped on to their behind in a groan and pulled a long leg up to their chest to rest their head on. They pulled away from their knee to yank at their flaming spikes of hair and snapped the hair tie to throw it somewhere. The golden locks fell past their broad shoulders in a breathtakingly beautiful mess of uneven ends and cowlicks.

They sat across from each other in this cramped alley just looking at the other. Menma forced his head down and began playing with the nosy ants crawling around.

They broke their gaze and then reached into their pocket to pull out a small box with a watermelon on it. Their long fingers plucked out a stick and unraveled the foul and popped in their mouth. Who ever this was was very fidgety and couldn't stay still.

Menma stared at the blond. They really were harmless?

They must have felt Menma's hard gaze on them before blinking at the boy.

"Want some?" They offered kindly.

Their voice was just so interesting. It was completely and untterly androgynous, but so charmingly raspy. And smooth. It was just contradictory. And they way it projected at him with such miniscule effort. It was loud, but the blond was intentionally trying to yell.

Menma caught himself staring too long and looked to side stubbornly and relaxed his tense muscles. They saw his bratty response and in return pouted and puffed their whiskered cheeks.

Menma looked back to see a colorfully decorated juicebox shoved in his face, but it was retracted when the blond instead pulled back their outstretched hand back and just narrowed their striking eyes at him. How did they sense his thirst?

"You got any allergies I don't know about?" They asked suspiciously as they eyed the shy boy. It was like they cared or something.

They watched the boy shake his head, flapping their ink black locks back and forth. Menma grabbed the beverage and felt their rough hand brush against his knuckles, leaving tingles.

The small raven tried to ignore it and unwrapped the straw to stab the drink. Before he could take a sip, he had to let out his burning question.

"You pull me out of my house. Kidnap me. And drag me into an alley, and yet I still don't know your name." Menma expressed in confusion. He pulled his bare feet closer to him and set a hard glare on the blond.

The blond stared at him intensely and blinked a few times before blowing out a loud raspberry and breaking out into a bunch of raspy, pretty cackles.

The raven just gaped as he saw how wide those snappy lips widened in a huge grin. The blond held their stomach theatrically hold their stomach at the sheer amount of loud laughter escape them.

A finger went up to wipe a random tear from their eye. "You're so serious. It doesn't suit you, y'know." They confessed casually.

Menma just openly stared at him as he examined how the serious visage of the blond melted away into an inviting aura. It washed the boy's worries away as well for some reason. He didn't expect for the blond to be so goofy and childish.

"But if you wanna know so bad…" The blond raised his arms over his head and relaxed the alley wall. It was almost comical. "The name's Uzumaki Naruto, but it's mama to you, squirt." Naruto pointed at him in warning with narrowed eyes as they answered with no hesitation or qualms.

Menma blinked at the blond before frowning at what they just said. "I'm going to ignore the craziness that just left your mouth." He grumbled as he redirected his gaze to look out into the traffic.

It was quite spunky for the normally compliant boy. You could say that he had an attitude, but this person for some reason grinded his gears. Like they would always get the extreme response out of him.

Naruto watched him like an experiment. 'Why does he talk so formally?' It was like someone he knew.

"Wait, wait, wait!" They flung their tanned arms around haphazardly before halting as if they had an epiphany. "How old are you? You're six right?" The blond pointed to him for justification.

A perfect black eyebrow twitched in irritation. "No, I'm this many!" He held up eight fingers with four fingers up on each hand to show and correct.

Naruto laughed at the infantile action.

"Eh? Did I miscount?" The blond looked down at their fingers to recount. It was as if they were feigning ignorance.

The small raven crossed his arms like an unimpressed, seasoned old man. "You're not that smart for an adult." He muttered under his breath.

"Hey, don't call me tha-" Naruto made a goofy face. "And you're really small for an eight year old." They shot back.

They heard him. Damn.

Menma pouted at the truthful insult.

Naruto waved their arms around to assure the raven boy that it was fine. "Don't worry! You'll probably get a growth spurt later on!" They shouted jovially.

"How would you know?"

"Because I know you well." They said almost sweetly as they smiled.

"Then… do you know my real parents?" Menma just needed to ask. It was a burning question he had for years. The information he was told about his mother dying didn't settle in with him.

The smile disappeared when a grave expression tainted Naruto's normally bright features."I know your father."

"Have you ever seen this man?" Naruto pulled the aging, yellowing picture out of their pocket. It was of a boy around his later teens. He had black hair and eyes like death. The boy shook his head. "Okay. Have you ever heard of Uchiha Sasuke?" Naruto tried again with a different approach.

"He's the CEO of Uchiwa Corporations." The blond snorts. "Really now, huh? He got what he wanted. Anywho, that's your dear old daddy." Naruto said drily as they stuffed the photo back into their shorts.

Naruto had to be kidding. Uchiha Sasuke. The man cut from the finest cloth of other Uchihas who was now an extremely successful, prospering chief executive officer of Uchiwa Corporations. The underdog Uchiha. The one who surpassed his whole family once the company was in his grasp.

And Naruto said he was his father? Like related?

Nah. That ain't it.

The boy interjected at the ridiculous statement. "But that's-"

Naruto ignored him and cut him off. "Say it with me. Uchiha Sasuke." Naruto instructed gently before exhaling before their chant.

"Uchiha Sasuke." Menma droned in defeat with a sweatdropped face.

The blond sighed in nostalgia and refreshment. "The name just reeks with bastardliness, don't it?" Naruto told happily. Chillingly happily.

"But he's a multibillionaire!" Menma shouted in disbelief. He had to let Naruto know the fact.

Naruto ignored him again and just shrugged. "What's your name?" They changed the subject.

'Why ask if you know?'

"Namikaze Menma." The boy disregarded his secondary name.

The blond cackled with exactly zero percent humor. "Interesting. That's almost hilarious." Naruto said with a dry tone with no shine in their eyes.

The older one turned to watch the cars racing past the alley into the bustling city and relaxed as the air whooshed in his air and echoed against the wall. Naruto had to gather their thoughts.

'That wasn't what I named you.'

The red haired woman booted the prisoner in the calf to incite a reaction out of the blond. The orange figure didn't respond as they kept their head down and their jailed hands behind their back.

Their golden locks were slowly growing out from the usual short haircut, and hung over their hidden face.

The blinding office lights flickered as the woman examined her company for a while longer. Her hands reached in the back of her pants to grab a picture. Once she snagged it out of her pocket, slapped it on her prisoner's thigh.

"Utatane-Mitokado Menma. Recognize him?" She asked the blond with an obvious tone.

"His black hair, your blue eyes." The redhead pointed out the baby's features.

The baby was standing and holding the wall with their small chubby hands. Their small, chunky, plump body was adorned in a yellow onesie. Their silky, jet black hair stood up in spikes of small strands. The baby had big blue eyes that looked at the camera adorably.

"His black hair, your blue eyes." The redhead pointed out the baby's features. "He just turned one too. As well as you just reaching nineteen." She stated.

The blond's concealed blue eyes dilated and scanned everywhere and all over the picture, taking in all of the possible information. It was like the baby was looking right at him.

The prisoner's teeth grinded as their mouth snarled. Their blue eyes itched as moisture began to form in their tear ducts.

His son.

His son. Right there.

But out of his grasp.

Hiroshima, Japan - Utatane-Mitokado Household

August 14, 2018

11:11 AM

"And when you heard the woman out on the bike, what did you do?"

Homura sat on the couch and kept his eyes down. "I got up from the table, and waited in here so I could protect my family." His feeble, intertwined hand squeeze tighter together in his lap. "And that is when she came crashing through my fusuma." He pointed to the destroyed dining room door before a random flash of light disturbed his vision.

The forensic team is snapping pics of the ripped fusuma, the scattered, spoiled food, and the tire streaks staining on the mats.

His attention turned back to the investigator who had his eyes on his notepad as his pen furiously wrote. "So you then fired your rifle from the living room?" The man asked.

"Yes." Homura said weakly.

"Five rounds?"

"Yes." He repeated.

The red haired woman from across the room adjusted her glasses as she inspected the fusuma.

'Damn babe, the one time you take leave, he runs away.' She thought of her boyfriend who always brought her cousin back consistently. They met back in high school and dated when they entered the force.

It would be tough this time around without him.

"Are you a cop, too?" A small, childish voice removed her attention from the door she was inspecting.

"Yeah."

The little blonde girl looked away in guilt. "He's not coming back. He has a mom now."

"Not if I can help it." She knew it was her cousin, she just needed the evidence for her search.

Loud, heavy footsteps came running in the room and the red headed woman snapped her head towards the noise. One of her subordinates stepped forward bravely. "Inspector! We just got word that a blond who matched the description of Uzumaki Naruto was spotted in a restaurant! The witness said that a young boy was with him!"

"They also say he assaulted the owner with a beer carton and knocked him unconscious with a bleeding head!" Another man from beside him shouted.

The inspector snorted before getting up. "Naruto really doesn't care. He does what he wants leaving all types of traces."

"He?" That beautiful intruder on his table from earlier was a man? That means that the thing faked the whole idea of being Menma's mother by using their features to play a woman!

"We're done here!" She commanded to her squad as she left the room, leaving Homura with plans of revenge.

Hiroshima, Japan

August 14, 2018

12:13 AM

Menma looked at the shrinking ice in his cup of juice. "I think this is a mistake." He told Naruto who was across from him. "I think you have the wrong person." He professed softly as he tapped his fingers on the table.

The blond looked around the empty restaurant and took out what seemed to be another picture. It was of a baby, almost a toddler standing. "This little boy saved my life." Naruto revealed to him with pleadingly sad eyes. It made Menma uncomfortable, the pressure was too much.

Menma turned away from that heavy look. "It's not me." He blurted tenaciously as he stood up from his chair. He needed to go.

Naruto gave him a flat look.

Hands shot out and gently grabbed his face with care.

"So you're not Menma? I don't know." Naruto feigned a reluctant tone as his hands brushed his cheeks with care. "The hair seems the same." Fingers weaved in his black messy hair and massaged his scalp soothingly. "Same eyes that kinda look like mine. Maybe it's just a coincidence." Thumbs smooth over his eyelids making the boy's eyes flinch and close. "And look the same cute nose, that also looks like mine. Hmm." A finger flicked the rosy ball of his nose. "Oh wow, we're matching! How is it that we have the exact same marks on our cheeks! Is it a miracle?" Smooth palms brushed over his cheeks. "And these lips, I know your old man Sasuke could never make these lips. He would know out of all people where those lips came from." Naruto finished off very suggestively as they wagged their eyebrows.

He removed his hands from the child's face, Menma dreaded the loss of warmth.

He opened up his eyes to see Naruto nodding to themself. "Mhmm. Believe it."

Menma turned his gaze from his crazy companion to the sudden influx of sound coming from the television behind the bar.

"Breaking news! We now have a familiar suspect in this morning's appalling, confusing kidnapping at the Utatane-Mitokado household at the outskirts of rural Hiroshima. The humble family's soon to be nine year old son, Utatane-Mitokado Menma-"

Menma gasped as he saw himself in a family photo right next to his sister. He peeped back to Naruto worryingly to see their reaction, but they were definitely listening as they sipped their drink out of the straw. Their toned arms were tense and still. Naruto was ready for whatever.

"-was abducted when a motorcycle crashed into the home. Authorities are now saying the culprit is the escaped felon, Uzumaki Naruto. Police described a chaotic scene at the house as bullet shells and broken-"

The blond took the cup and threw their head back to gulp the remaining amount of liquid. They slammed the empty cup back on the table, jerking it around, and exhaled refreshingly. "Let's get this straight, chico. I will do anything to protect you. No matter if you like it or not."

"Okay?" The boy had no proper reply to that sudden heartfelt promise.

A man wiping down the bar kept switching his attention between the television and the blond sitting pretty at one of his tables in front of him. The blond was strikingly similar to the mugshot that appeared on the large flatscreen.

"So. Are ya gonna tell me what you really think?" Naruto probed the boy with a leering face.

"I-I…I think it's me." Menma rushed out reluctantly as he wrung his reddening hands. Well, it had to be him, right? He never saw his own baby pictures before so he had no clue. Naruto seemed like they knew him better than he knew himself.

Naruto watched with boy with squinted eyes before humming in satisfaction at the boy's answer. "That's a good baby boy." Their smile lit up their eyes as he looked at him with pride.

The smile fell when Naruto turned around to face the man.

"While Uzumaki's motivations unclear, experts say that it is most likely a kidnapping out of insanity."

"Gimme a sec. I'll be right back, squirt."

Menma scrunched his face at the new nickname and stomped his foot a little before facing away stubbornly.

The man scratched at his and unhygienically at his sparse mustache as he spoke into the phone. He was crouched low behind the bar for no external vision from threats. "Yeah, I'm telling you he was just here with that boy." He explained as he nervously played with the spiral rings of the telephone cord. "Iie, they left just a minute ago." He recalled dejectedly.

Footsteps of sandled feet smacked and brushed against the wood and became increasingly louder. The man froze and turned his head painstakingly slow to see endless long legs attached to a shadowed figure of the blond. It didn't help that it was dimly lit, making the blond's eyes glow daringly.

The blond looked hauntingly murderous.

They stood there holding a large wooden carton full of beer right above him tauntingly.

He gulped and whined a little in his throat pathetically.

"I'm already this far, you ain't stopping me now."

The blond rose the box high before slamming it down with quick, brute force into the man's head. Everything went pitch black as he succumbed to darkness.

The only sound was glass breaking into hundreds of shards as it came into contact at the back of the man's cranium.

And maybe a skull.

12:30 PM

Menma balled the red fabric of Naruto's shirt as they sped down the local road. They haven't made it to the highway yet, but the boy felt that they should've been on the interstate hours ago.

It was like they were just riding around. Waiting for something.

Did Naruto even know what he was doing? Menma thinks that they have his best interest in mind, but do they really think Sasuke is his father?

The boy grabbed at his unruly ebony locks that were flying around erratically with his small hand. Sasuke's hair was black too, right? Menma rubbed at the baby soft alabaster skin on his arm. It was brightly pale like him too.

But Menma was a little more tanned.

His big blue eyes traitorously trailed to the bare skin of Naruto's back. They were really tanned, more than the typical Asian. So Naruto was definitely mixed when it came to those big cerulean eyes, bright flaming hair, and rich caramel skin.

Maybe Naruto's telling the truth. Maybe Menma was a little more tan because he got it from Naruto?

The boy shook his head opposing the absurd idea.

Yeah, right.

As the wind whipped past his cherub cheeks, uneasy look rained over the small raven's face. What was Naruto doing?

In the distance, the ear piercing wail of a siren sounded off from far away. Menma gripped onto Naruto's ruched crop top with the grip of fear. Anxiety rose from with his gut while Naruto seemed indifferent.

The blond heard the extremely familiar sound and just smiled at the incoming company.

The typical luxury police cars almost magically appeared at the end of the road. They skidded around each other to form a blockade type barrier to halt their illegal journey. Menma thought the motorcycle would decrease speed to slow to a stop, but he caught Naruto's right hand turned the throttle back farther, jerking the at the sudden influx of speed.

Naruto is the type to charge into trouble, Menma noted.

The cars around the two yield as they slowed in response to law enforcement entering the road. The blond of course disregarded the common road courtesy. There was a large opening in the road in front of them and Naruto took advantage by gripping the handlebars to steer the bike to the corner. The orange Suzuki Hayabusa tilted diagonally and skidded across the pavement in a deafening screech as they slid across the road.

Naruto kicked a sandaled foot out to make contact with the concrete to calm the momentum and loosened his grip on the throttle to thankfully for Menma and finally slow down.

For someone who barely left the house and barely rode vehicles, especially at this extent and speed, Menma was doing well.

He thought was gonna die. He thought he was gonna throw up.

And he screamed a little.

Should he continue being with Naruto if they gave him was an upset stomach?

The tires ceased its screeching and the two were finally not in motion. The little raven opened his tightly shut eyes to see about ten flashing vehicle surrounding them, trapping them. Each and every single car door was open with someone standing pointing a gun at them.

The small child held onto the blond for security. Those guns were aiming straight at him.

'I don't want to die.'

Their expressions… were unforgiving. Their eyes were determined. Naruto and him will not be free. If they take Naruto, Menma would be stranded and alone.

What was Naruto even planning to do?

"Don't worry," The blond fugitive weaved his fingers into his hand sweetly. Confidence that wasn't typical found itself in the boy. He never felt so sure of himself with a loaded weapon pointed right at him ready to drill a hole through his immature, underdeveloped brain. "They're just friends." Naruto brushed off jokingly as he patted his shoulder comfortingly.

Menma gave him a look.

Nevermind, he's insane. Just unbelievable.

The click of high heels meeting the pavement broke Menma out of his thoughts. A door of the cop car closest to them was ajar, and a woman appeared from it. She had extremely red hair. On side was neatly straight, while the other was messily spiky. It reminded him of Naruto's hair, the texture and the opacity, except hers was a potent, bright crimson.

She had thick, oval shaped glasses that were in front of her vermillion eyes. She stood in a headstrong stance and looked at Naruto with full disdain.

"This is getting really tedious, Naruto." She voiced as she dramatically sighed.

Naruto stretched they mouth in a wide, false grin. "If it isn't my big cousin, Karin! Do you remember nickname for you? What was it? ¿Caca? Oh, KaKa? Aka, shit! Hey, little shit, dattebayo!" They turned their head cutely, shifting their long golden locks to one side.

Her smug visage washed away into a sneer of hate. "Don't call me that, you bitch!" Karin pointed at them angrily.

The small raven winced at the foul language as he ducked behind Naruto's back as if it would shield him from the crude words.

The blond raised a golden eyebrow. "Um I'm a man. Mostly. Kinda. You should know this." He said.

'Naruto-san's a… boy?'

Menma noticed how Naruto never acted feminine. It reminded him of the times of his foster mother Koharu scolding Chino for being unladylike at the dinner table. Naruto never closed his legs when sitting. His language… very grimy.

Is Naruto serious about being his mother? How could he be when he's man? And he looks too young to be his mother. The eight year old always imagined his mother being feminine, classy, and nurturing.

Naruto wasn't really any of that.

"And lay down a lil' KaKa. You're scaring the children." He rubbed Menma's back soothingly. "But you were always scary, even as a kid. Remember when you used to scare the boys off?" He taunted his cousin.

Naruto always made a fool out of her. Embarrassed her every chance he got ever since they were kids.

"I will kill you." It was an empty threat that fell of her lips. She was just fatigue of her criminal cousin insulting her position and always getting the better of her.

Naruto leaned his elbow on the steel handlebar to rest his whiskered cheek against his palm. An eyebrow merely lifted to entertain his cousin's tantrum as he looked on at her with sheer amusement. "You should stop, you're just embarrassin' yourself. As usual." He stated honestly as he flicked dirt from his nail.

A stocky old man jogged up and elbowed his way through the crowd to join the hectic scene. After catching his breath he pointed an accusing finger at the perched blond. "Whatever you are, give up my dear Menma!" Homura demanded.

Menma frowned at the man's audacity in resentment.

'Dear? You never cared about me...'

The blond turned his attention to the random, irrelevant old man who popped in his conversation. "Hah? Who are you again?" He asked in unimpressed, confusion.

Homura sharp dark, dull eyes shifted to him. An artificial look of pleading formed in those eyes. "Menma, come back! Please!" His foster father begged the innocent raven.

The small raven eyes widened at the blatant disrespect. It was just theatrical how his foster father suddenly cared. In front of all of these people and police he now wanted to act like they were a tight-knit family.

Homura stalked closer to him and wave his finger around. "Get off that bike and away from that godforsaken thing!" The man ordered.

Menma's eyes watered and he whipped his head around to turn in the other direction, refusing to face his former father. His small frame began to convulse and shudder under stress. He didn't want to deal with this. He was afraid. He was exhausted of Homura making him feel so helpless and weak.

If Homura got his hands on him again, it would be over for him.

Homura shook his head in disbelief at the child ignoring and waved his arms more erratically. "You know you are needed in this family! What about my child support! After everything I did for you… I provided for you, gave you shelter and you choose to flood me with debt?!" He was now shouting at the child, letting their business just fly in the air to be known by the town.

It was embarrassing.

He still chose not to gift Homura a response. The raven wrapped his arms around himself in protection and comfort as he shuddered more. Homura's words were chilling to him and Menma hugged himself for protection against the daggers of his message.

"This is how you thank your family?!" Homura shouted with a shaky, aging voice that echoed around the forming crowd of curious townspeople.

His pale shoulders quivered under the weight of his impending doom. Menma was unaware of himself dipping his head forward, closer to Naruto's back to disappear behind his large figure.

Observant, matching blue eyes caught the boy's interesting demeanor in response to the old man. They made a decision after soaking in the situation

Naruto pivoted his head just slightly to send a look to the man that wasn't necessary of words.

Homura felt the sensation of eyes on his spirit and saw those same blue eyes he felt this morning flash red at him. Was that thing really threatening him?

It was the look of a murderer.

His next shout for Menma died in his throat as he shrunk back at the hard, death-promising glare.

"Menma, look at me." An unexpected softed voice reached his ears and pulled him out of his dark hole. He looked up nervously to a gentle visage on Naruto that he has never seen before today. His voice was so motherly.

"Don't let people take advantage of your kindness." He poked the area over his heart softly, bit encouragingly. "I'm still keeping my promise to protect you, so just believe in me, okay?" He gave him a concerned, caring visage before facing Karin once again leaving Homura unattended and neglected once again.

Naruto set a strong look on Karin with a straight, determined gaze. "How about you give me an ear. I'll tell ya what you've always wanted to hear." He promised genuinely with a face of no lies.

Karin stepped over and sat on the white hood of the cop car, leaning on her soft hands. She gave her cousin a pompous smirk before ordering, "Then come off the bike slowly with your hands up and tell me."

She was smug. She has been waiting for those three words forever. For almost eight years.

'You were right, Karin.'

He just had to say them. It was perfect timing. It was only correct. That man Sasuke, was no good for him and caused her cousin to go sour. If Naruto never fucked around with him, he wouldn't be stringing his son around. Never would've been pregnant. Never would have went insane, and comitted murder.

Sasuke was never good for him. And she knew.

The tall blond was already off of the abandoned bike and held his hands high in the air in compliance to her words. He strode in long steps that made his wide hips sway as he came in closer to her.

The surrounding enforcement squad held their weapons sharply aimed to his moving figure for extra precaution, especially for his usual unpredictable behavior.

The blond stood obediently before Karin and shifted his eyes away as he spoke in a mumble. "Lean in, I just want you alone to hear this. It's hard for me to say." He admitted shyly in humiliation as his foot kicked around some rocks to brush them away.

Karins smiled in hedonistic delight.

She was just reveling in pleasure at her dear cousin's shame and discomfort. Her ears were hungrily desperate for the words that were specifically reserved for her ears only.

The blond looked around unsurely before leaning his head closer to her ear.

Those succulent pink lips opened to release her truth. Teeth were bared to form words, but…

Instead savagely snapped around the outer shell of her ear in a crunch. Karin screamed in agony at her now throbbing ear as she flinched away and turned away from her cousin to nurse her injury, but hands wrapped around her thin, lanky arms to turn her back around to inevitably face her squad. The forceful arms roughly, and ironically restrained her arms behind her back and intrusively snaked around to wrap around the familiar object of a pistol. As the redhead squirmed in his hold, he pressed the barrel of the gun to her temple, eliciting gasps from the onlookers of the crowd.

Her cousin really just bit her ear.

He gave a deathful glare to each and every policeman there. Some fumbled under the pressure of his gaze, their bared weapons shaking as their raised arms shivered. "Let us through! You shoot, I shoot! Cousin or not!" She already showed that blood isn't thicker than water many times from not believing in his truth.

The squad looked at each other for a decision. Karin's life was at stake.

Naruto just pressed the gun harder into her temple as he grinned at their chaos and fearful faces.

They should've known that he would pull his tricks.

He was unpredictable after all.

12:41 PM

Karin's hands were held high in the air as he kneeled against the cruel, hard pavement on her crying knees.

"Ya should've known that I would've done this. I will never say those dumb ass words to you. You are wrong, and will forever always be wrong… ¿Comprende?"

Karin glowered at him with narrowed vermillion eyes as she growled at him with nothing but hate. A tan, sandaled foot punted her at the center of her back and kicked her down and off her knees, losing her balance.

Naruto then had the audacity to turn around and stand on the footpegs to stick his tongue out at the humiliated officers that couldn't even look away. A hand left the metal bar to swat a plush, plump ass cheek that was barely covered by his jean shorts. The hand returned to gripped the steering bars once again as Naruto shook his rump, jiggling it mockingly at their defeat. The blond finally squatted to sit his ass back down and his figure became smaller in the distance down the road.

His laughter was still excruciatingly loud though.

Menma just looked down in amazement at his tiny hands gripping the handlebars. Luckily, he was in front of his blond escort, and did not witness the show of the blond's generous behind.

Meanwhile, back at the scene of the crime, Homura and the rest of the crowd were left with nothing.

Sharp, dark mahogany eyes glinted in corruption behind the lenses of his glasses as he watched that blond and the boy disappeared. An idea came into play.

'If Menma somehow "died", than the insurance money would be rightfully mine as his legal guardian!' A slimy, malevolent on his foul, expiring face. His yellowing, weathering teeth glinted in the sun. His ringed fingers twitched in excitement at his possible gain.

Karin slammed hand down on the burning hot pavement of the road and pushed herself back up ignoring the pain. Her hands felt around for her missing glasses that flew off her face after her cousin kicked her. When she failed to feel them, she just screamed blindly at the still, motionless, blurry forms of her team. "What are you doing?! Get them!" She ordered.

Her cousin won't win. He just can't!

The men hurriedly reported back to their issued vehicles in response to their captain. The rushing cars swerved around her body and the rest of the dissipating crowd, forming dust and the dense smell of gasoline for Karin to choke on as she steadied herself.

As Naruto weaved between the cars with his motorcycle and Menma held onto him for dear life, the multiple whines of unsynchronized sirens reached the pair's ears from behind them. Naruto growled in annoyance at the persistence of them. He saw an opening in the far left lane, deciding to cut off at least five other moving car to take an exit on rightmost road.

As he sharply turned, the motorcycle tilted dangerously low to the ground to compensate for the sharpness of the turn and to keep balance against gravity. Menma's eyes widened as he saw that his head was only a few inches from scraping into skull.

The police car that was following failed to replicate that same motion as it tried to squeeze through two cars, but unfortunate crashed into the side of a pickup truck.

The blond grinned in triumph as the cop car got caught behind, but another one appeared to gain on them once again.

Damn, they just won't let him be great.

The blond sharply jerked the handlebars, swerving them once again, but not too sharp for Menma, into an alleyway. The police car accelerated and followed them inside as well. The light bar on top of the car repeatedly flashed red and blue, illuminating the dark alleyway eerily.

Naruto swerved the Hayabusa to the left to hopefully lose the pest through the merge of traffic. The blond succeeded as a taxi appeared just at the opening of the alley for the pest to slam into.

The pretty criminal was irritated once again when two flashing lights reflected of his side mirrors. Two men, on each respective car, sat perched out of the window aiming pistol to the busy-body menace hoping to eliminate it.

Naruto's heart dropped at the threat of his alleged son possibly getting shot and swerved again onto the sidewalk where the possibility of getting shot is lower due to the amount of innocent people. "Mooooove!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as the many pedestrians parted away from the danger of getting ran over.

But as soon as the thick front tire of the orange motorcycle turned to the right, a gunshot rang out and the bullet popped out just a hair away from the fugitive blond's cute button nose.

It was in slow motion for Menma.

His big baby blues followed the small projectile that could've just drilled in his kidnapper's head. An inexplicable amount of fear welled up in the child's already timid spirit. Both of them could really drop dead any second in this situation. His gripped on the feminine man loosened greatly.

The other cop loaded the pistol and aimed at the back of the blond's head. The weapon vibrated harshly and shot out another bullet. The small eyes of the cop watched the bullet fly in concentration and hope. When the blond was done with the turn the bullet was dodged.

Yes, all of that happened in the course of two seconds.

Naruto sighed in relief before feeling a breeze on his tatted abdomen. His eyes shifted down curiously to find that the boy he captured was no longer there. He fell over.

His baby was gone. And he didn't even know where.

Naruto cursed himself in a foreign language. "Shit! I'm already losing him again!" He shouted at himself as he slowed to a halt on the sidewalk. He was unaware of the combination of mortified and bemused stares he received as he looked around the area frantically for his little boy. He was already so far down the road, but so close.

Menma was laying on his side as concerned voiced conversed conspiratorially above him. "Oi? Kid, are you alright? We saw you fall off that bike." The man offered a hand from which was visible from out of the boy's eye. The boy shook his head. "I'm fine." He responded.

The stocky, but kind man got up from his squat as he watched the kid. "At least you responded. It's really crazy here right no-"

A gunshot echoed in the street as a bullet ricocheted off of the ground. The lingering pedestrians ran away from the scene.

"What the fuck?!" The kind man shouted.

Menma looked to see the perpetrator, who was…

His foster father.

Homura stood there alone with him with pistol pointed directly at him. He must have picked it up from off a cop, but the question was why was it aimed his face?

Homura had a small smile with ominous eyes. He really was going to kill him. Menma gaped at him as he was stunned straight to the spot. After eight years of being in this man's family, he was going to die from the same man who let him in. His feet suddenly became boulders as his body became an iceberg. It all melted away when the cruel truth came to his mind.

If he didn't move right now, he was going to die. And that was worse than going back to the foster home.

He frowned at the man and turned away to sprint off away from his foster father. His little, scrawny legs could only take him so far as a bullet flew in between his fleeing legs.

Menma panicked and lost his equilibrium, causing him to fall on the ground once more, scraping his knees. He picked himself back up and ran off, refusing to lose.

All that was audible to the little boy was the sound of his bare feet slapping the ground.

He ran and ran and ran, numb the pain of rocks in stabbing his feet. His pain didn't matter, nor his discomfort. All that was necessary in this moment was to get away.

Menma ran far enough to a local scenery bridge that wasn't finished. He didn't know what brought him to go here of all places, and he scolded himself internally for it. His lungs struggled to heave in anymore air as he heart felt as if it was going to explode.

"Come back here!" Another gunshot rang out.

The small raven wasn't sure if he could go any longer. Homura seemed to have an endless supply of bullets and stamina.

He had no clue where Naruto was since he fell off of the motorcycle. He just kept riding without stopping for him. What if Naruto gave up on him? Abandon him just like everyone else?

Menma inched back two more steps to widen the distance between them to retreat, but he met the edge of the ledge. One more step back and he would fall twenty feet down in water. And he couldn't swim.

Homura came to a stop as he finally got a good aim on his target, his future. The man leaned on one leg as he raised the gun at Menma's heart. His bony finger pulled the trigger, but his hand shook at the possibility of shooting an innocent child.

Menma saw his struggle and shut his eyes tight to keep his traitorous tears in. He balled his little fists as exhaled a humongous breath of air to scream the name of the one he needed most.

"Naruto!"

He screamed in the air.

The familiar roar of a motorcycle revved from the area behind Homura. A blond came in

"I said it was Mama to you!" A loud voice growled back at him.

A watery smile appeared on the boy's whiskered face. Happiness that he never felt flourished around his heart and wrapped around a hug.

Naruto didn't give up on him.

The blond rode around crazily with the motorcycle before righting him to keep straight as he sped to his child. He skidded to a stop just at the ledge of the bridge and released the bars to holds his arms out for Menma.

Menma just stared at Naruto to keep the sob in his throat as he ran into his arms.

"Naruto!" The boy cried in relief of the only person here on earth for him. Strong, warm arms wrapped around him tightly in an embrace that Menma hasn't felt in a very long time. Naruto pulled the boy to his chest and nuzzled his nose into the dark ebony locks he has touched since forever ago.

He listened to the boy's heart wrenching sobs and went to comfort him before realizing… he still had company.

The blond turned around to see the man who dared to murder his child for insurance money. His blue eyes itched in fury as red began to bleed at the edges of his azure irises. His glare sliced through the man's glasses and his soul. The criminal had a wild, feral look that knew no bounds or morals. This time Homura knew that his death was ensured.

The elderly man eyes enlarged and he gulped. He shot his gun blindly at the blond, completely missing once again. The thing didn't even as much so flinch, and their eyes flashed red at him in warning. Homura swiftly turned on his hind to run away.

The crimson infused royal blue eyes stuck to the form of their victim as they shifted the bike with his foot and pulled back the throttle. The Hayabusa jerked back and zoomed in on the crawling man.

The bespectacled man looked back and shoot at them blindly once again to advance his fate. Naruto dodged the bullet easily since he already anticipated it. Homura began to lose speed as he wasted all of his energy on terrorizing his foster child.

He stopped abruptly before the moving vehicle, secretly hoping the criminal would halt as well.

He thought wrong.

Homura's frail body was sent soaring forward about ten feet before it slammed and scraping on the abrasive concrete, scratching and cracking his glasses. His wrinkled face was bleeding as a result of face grinding and sliding across the rough ground. His spine was shattered at the blunt force trauma caused the bike colliding into the base his back at the speed of ninety miles per hour.

The old man screamed in anguish, and Menma's hands squeezed him tighter at the painful scream of his dying father.

Naruto's victim attempted to get up, but it seemed his weak knees broke when they came in contact with the ground. He watched the tragic display of the old man's knees cracking and bending the opposite way in hyperextension.

The blond pulled back the throttle once again in indifference to his victim's suffering. He steered the bike to race by the man. As he gained in on the squirming body, a foot stuck out and collided into Homura's sore side sending him flying once again. He didn't care how many people he would put under this earth. How many bodies would hit the floor behind him. If they even so much try to harm his baby, they will die.

But this time it was over the edge of the bridge.

The descending old man grabbed at nothing but air as he expected to hit concrete again. But soon he realized he was falling to his death. The wind howled tragically in his ears as he dropped lower and lower.

His stomach met against the water, which was the worst outcome. The water emulated the surface of titanium and cracked his ribs. He just floated pathetically and sunk beneath the surface of the water. He wouldn't be able to swim anyway. Not with those injuries.

Naruto didn't bother watching the man's death as he looked at his sobbing child fondly.

'I'll go through Japan guns blazin' for you.'

He lightly shook the boy out of his sniffling. "Are you okay?" Naruto looks down at him with so much concern that Menma was stunned. No one ever looked at him with so much care.

"I got you, I got you." Naruto chanted in his ear softly as he rubbed his back to calm the boy.

"Hm, you're a crybaby just like your mama." He teased and sung at the crying in good spirit.

The crying raven dove back in his chest and shifted his head around stubbornly at the taunt. "M'not a crybaby, ttebasa!" The sentence was muffled as he yelled at the pretty man in his stomach.

The blond blinked at the familiar verbal tic and grinned with dazzled eyes. "You are definitely my son." He confirmed to himself as he scratched his chin.

Menma didn't even try to deny it that time.

Higashihiroshima, Japan

9:07 PM

The skies were fading into a deep, indigo blue as the night took over its shift for the day. The stars twinkled to showcase their cosmic unveiling. The two were still riding through the evening without stopping until they were far out of the city of Hiroshima.

The road was quite empty, and the hum of the motorcycle was lulling him into slumber.

Menma was still clinging to their blond companion's form as he sat incorrectly on the motorcycle in front of the driver. His back faced the handlebars as Naruto looked over and past him to the road.

The small raven pressed his small chin in the flat chest to incline his head to look up at him. He watched the blond's darkened face from below. His golden bangs flapped around his fixated eyes.

Naruto sensed his eyes on him and squared at back him a penetrating gaze that pinned him to the spot before returning his attention back to the road. "I'm not gonna keep losing you. Don't run away. ¿Comprende?" He raised his eyebrows promptingly.

The raven barely nodded before laying his head back on his back. Menma had an inkling that Naruto really was more to him than what he thought.

'I feel like I won't be able to really run away from you. Not without coming back.'

TBC

Anotha one! Did y'all know that Japanese cop cars are literally luxury cars. Policemen are just livin' lavish, eh? America is a mess, so we don't deserve cars like that. And could you tell that I enjoyed mocking Homura and Koharu's age? I enjoyed it waayyy too much. Anywayz, Menma seems quite skeptical of Naruto. Does Naruto really know what he's doing? Lol, probably not. Ya just gotta see in the next update! - kiki