I kinda had a super memory block + writer's block for this story. After reading it, I've decided to change a few things.

Italics are thoughts. My grammar has improved throughout the year, as has my spelling. I'm a part time poet as well. Not an official job, but I write poems all the same. I'm hoping for them to get published someday. Onto the story.

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Chapter Four: Under the Shadow of the Moon

-Sasuke's PoV-

I reached into my pocket and brought out a faded necklace. So much for a sorry present... I sighed, and put it on the kitchen table before picking Daisuke up and sitting on the couch. I cursed myself inwardly for not expecting everyone to turn their backs on me, but then again... I knew I wasn't going to be welcomed back in a snap. Nothing would be the same... Not since I had abanoned my precious friends in trade for power. I never killed Itachi, did I? Heh, so much for that plan... I snapped back to reality when I saw Daisuke had fallen asleep on my lap. A slight smile crept it's way unnoticed onto my face and I watched my son. He reminds me of when I was a kid... Before Itachi killed the clan, anyways... I huffed slightly, remembering my latest attempt on Itachi's life.

Flashback, a couple weeks before (Sasuke's PoV)...

It had been a peaceful day then. Itachi was walking along with his blue skinned partner Kisame when I shot a chakra string to the tree opposite of me. It had been Daisuke's idea rally, but I wasn't about to admit that. I knew Itachi had no chance against my latest trap. He wouldn't see it coming. As Itachi slowly walked past the tree I hid in, Kisame tripped. That's right, not Itachi. He had skillfully walked over the trap. Curse him for having mom's lucky streak... I watched as Kisame chopped the chakra string, and as Itachi got away again.

I turned to my son, who was holding his laughter. "I thought you said he'd fall for it." I was looking him squarely in the eye. Daisuke blinked, before nodding. Small bursts of laughter came between his next words. "He didn't, but his friend sure did!" And with that joke out of his mouth, he fell onto his back laughing like he had just heard the best joke in the world...

Flashback end, still Sasuke's PoV

I was pitiful, going to a mere child's tactic of trying to kill my older brother... Well, at least it had made my son left. Daisuke hadn't laughed like that in years... Even if I was under house arrest with the woman that used to love me, but now hates my guts, I guess it was some form of forgiveness. At least they hadn't put me to death. I soon fell asleep, my mind muddled with memories happy and sad.

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Extra: Flashback - Second Year Sasuke was Gone, Sakura's PoV

My second year sitting in the same spot, in the same tree was getting boring. So, I finally did something that made my friends think I was stable minded: I went out to eat with them one night instead of waiting for my lost love. I told them I was going back to training the next morning, but I couldn't help but wonder if Sasuke was okay. I shook the thoughts out of my head, and smiled a true smile at my friends. I knew I wouldn't get over him soon, but small steps would help. I fingered a silver locket on my neck. Inside, one half showed a smaller version my our team photo. The other half had a picture of Sasuke with a light emotion on his face. Happiness, I believe. I laughed with my friends as Naruto told jokes and stuff I've missed. He and Hinata were going out every weekend. I was happy for them; but now that made me the only single girl in the Rookie 9.

End Extra: Flashback

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Well, it might be a little short.. But that's only because I have to get to bed soon. It's 1:30 AM over here in South Carolina. My mom will be coming to tell me to get my butt in the bed soon. And I'm not sure if I'll announce the mother of Daisuke in one of the next one or two chapters, or at the end of the fic. If I do, there might be the chance of a sequel. Night, guys!