Heyloo! I'm not dead! Am still alive….kinda…xD

I've not been updating recently because I've had to do my A level exams which are very important…so writing had to be put on standstill for a while. And I've also had to deal with a dead muse! But lately its been hard to find good stories that will spark my dead muse into action…its ebil. But yeah...

I've re-written this story because I was dissatisfied with how it was. The plot just…didn't go. So yeah I've changed things a bit and I'm now am happier with it. And I hope that you guys will love it X3 anyways…I'll stop bothering you with my excuses and allow yooh to read.

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Title: The Gyuujiru

Rating: M

Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg, future lemon(s) etc etc

Pairings: ItaNaru, SasoDei…maybe others

Summary: (re-written!) Itachi. I know what you are thinking… He killed his clan…right? That is in fact, a lie. He was framed, by who is not entirely clear as of yet. Follow Itachi and Naruto as they try and find the killers of the Uchiha clan... Yaoi Itanaru mpreg

Hope you enjoy!!

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Prologue

The pale light of a rising sun tore through the thick fog, breaking it down until a thin mist remained, the suns rays now reflecting off the leaves which were covered with fresh morning dew, causing them to glitter in an almost unreal manner. In a small meadow knelt an old man whom had snow white hair to mid back and wearing a white robe. He took no notice of the world around him as he continued with his small task of gathering some herbs that he needed.

Calm blue then eyes looked up from his task as he heard slow, soft footsteps heading in his direction, tearing his attention to the herbs that he had been gathering. He waited a small bit before the unknown figure made itself known.

It was a male teenager. About thirteen years of age with midnight black hair in a blooded and torn ANBU attire. He was badly wounded. Acting on instinct, the man quickly stood up and went to the teen's side. Haunted black eyes glared at him in a wary fashion. The blue eyed man smiled gently at the teen, trying to show the younger that he meant no harm,

"I will not harm you child. I wish to help you."

The dark eyes still watched the old man warily, but he dropped his guard. The old man smiled kindly before reaching out and taking a wounded arm, his hands glowing a green colour as he used his chakra to heal the wounds,

"What happened, Child?" He asked, looking up into the haunted black eyes.

The teen was quiet for a small bit before saying in a soft voice,

"They're all…gone…"

"Who are?"

The teen shook his head and looked away, his hair hiding his face from view. The old man gave a soft sigh before he finished healing the teenager. He decided not to push the boy for answers right now. He gently took the teens arm,

"Come. Come rest and have something to eat."

The black haired teen gave a nod and followed the old man. The blue eyed old man led the teen down a small dirt road, bringing a small village into view. It was a plain village, with one large-ish building in the middle with houses surrounding it in perfect circles, three circles in total. There was other, shop like buildings within the first circle, just a little bit smaller then the houses having only the ground floor, rather then having a first floor as well. The village had no visible means of defence. The man turned to the teen and said,

"Welcome to Konjougakure, the Hidden Village of Spirits."

The other male's eyes snapped to look into the calm eyes of the old man, his eyes both wary and curious. The old man laughed gently before walking down and into the village with the stranger right behind him, his almost impassive face looking about them.

The old man was greeted by many of the villagers that were up at that time in the morning, doing their tasks and shopping. They also gave the teenager a few greetings and kind smiles. The old man led the dark haired teen to the very centre where dark eyes gazed in awe at the temple. It was old, made out of stone and having the old architecture that was long ago forgotten. It stood tall and proud within the village, a relic of a past long ago forgotten.

The old man chuckled,

"This temple is a thousand years old, built by primitive people. Its amazing what they can do when they put their minds to it, isn't it?"

The teen could do nothing but not in agreement, unable to take his eyes off the magnificent temple. The old man took the boys arm and led him through the dark wooden doors. Unlike with a normal church, this temple had various areas that were enclosed off for private pray or rituals. There was also an area to the back which held two crystals. One was a main part comprised with four different coloured gems and had twelve 'arms' coming off it. Several of the gems were glowing while some remained dull. The other crystal was a large main part gem with eight 'arms' coming from it. Both crystals where about the size of a football in diameter. In front of the two crystals sat many cushions which people could kneel to prey on. As the two approached these crystals, the red crystal that resided in the main part of the crystal in the larger one started to glow more intensely.

When the dark haired teen saw this, he froze, almost glaring at the crystal. The old man noticed this and said softly,

"Do not be afraid my Child, that crystal was created by the spirits of the world as a gift for mankind. That red one is just simply reacting to its aligned spirit, the Spirit of Fire."

The dark haired teen twitched slightly, his eyes going to the other crystal,

"And that one?" He asked in a quiet voice,

"That one is also a gift by the spirits, but they are aligned to the nine Bijuu of the world, creatures that are gifted by the spirits with great powers. Now tell me boy…what is your name?"

The boy was silent for a small while before he said in an almost emotionless voice,

"My name is Uchiha Itachi…I am one of the two survivors of my clans massacre. Those…things killed them all…right…in front of my eyes…Leaving only me...and my little brother...alive..."

The old man looked deep into the boy's eyes, which were wide and blood red with the sharingan. The red gem on the crystal glowed even brighter.

He approached the young boy and placed a hand on his shoulder, watching as the sharingan died away to reveal Itachi's onyx eyes which stared at the man blankly. They then widened slightly when the old man kissed his forehead in an affectionate manner. The old man then looked him in the eyes,

"Stay here my Child…I have many things I need to teach you. You shall have your revenge, but in time Itachi, in time."

The Uchiha survivor stayed quiet for a few moments before he nodded his head slightly.

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Naruto sighed as he stared blankly at the stars, raising his hand in an attempt to hold the stars between his thumb and forefinger. After a few moments of this, his arm dropped to his lap as another sigh escaped his lips. He missed Itachi. It had been about four years since Itachi disappeared after the Uchiha massacre which only spared him and his younger brother, Sasuke. Naruto missed the presence of Itachi. Missed the time they spent together. The blonde brought his knees to his chest, leaning his chin on them, sighing once again.

How did he know Itachi may you ask? It's rather simple. Before Naruto's birth a Ensadame was signed between his father and Itachi's father which stated that the two heirs would marry on the younger's sixteenth birthday so that the two clans could be united. Which was about three years from now as Naruto was currently thirteen years of age.

The blonde had just returned from the "Sasuke retrieval" mission. Which was a complete disaster as some of the members were almost killed thanks to the treachery of Uchiha Sasuke. That bastard stained the name of Uchiha. He did now deserve to bare that name. It was a name to be proud of, a name which symbolised the power of the clan and its individuals. Sasuke was a weak fool. Going to that bastard of a snake, Orochimaru.

The Uzumaki smiled weakly. How low the Uchiha have sunk with Sasuke's existence. No one considers Itachi as he is the one that is accused of the Uchiha massacre. But deep down in his heart, Naruto knew that to be false. It was a lie. Itachi was innocent of all crimes. What really had happened on that fateful night was only known to one man. And that was the proclaimed killer, Itachi.

The blonde then turned as he heard footsteps behind him only to look at the sannin, Jiraiya. The old man smiled and said,

"Naruto…its time for your three year training."

The blonde shot up at that, a wide grin on his whiskered face,

"Really!? What will we be learning? What Ero-sennin, what!?"

The toad sannin twitched slightly at the nickname before chuckling and shaking his head,

"To Konjougakure Naruto. It's time that we taught you who you really are and what you stand for."

The blonde cocked his head to the side before grinning and skipping up to the old man,

"Ready when you are, Ero-sennin!"

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There…hope you liked it X3 Its short but its only a prologue xD reviews would be appreciated as they do motivate my lazy assed muse.

And also…if you know of any good fanfictions with the pairings: ItaNaru, SasuNaru, NejiNaru and SasoDei…please tell my muse is in dire need of awakening so I can write more.

Thanks for reading!

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