As The Kyuubi no Yoko in Naruto

Breakfast was quieter than usual. Naruto pushed his rice around his bowl, occasionally glancing at the imprints that now moved through the kitchen with deliberate purpose rather than their usual fearful scattering.

"You look tired," Sasuke observed, his own bowl half-empty. "Did you... talk? Last night?"

Naruto nodded slowly, his friend having chosen yesterday to let him rest before questioning him.

"He explained some things," Naruto said carefully, his tone soft. "About my parents. About why..." He trailed off, still processing the knowledge that his hero, the Fourth Hokage, had been his father.

An imprint formed near the sink - an elderly Uchiha woman, her movements precise as she demonstrated what looked like a seal sequence. Unlike before, she didn't dissolve when Naruto looked directly at her.

"They're different now," Naruto noted, watching the imprint's careful gestures. "Less afraid. More like they're trying to teach something."

"What kind of something?"

"Seals, I think. Protection." Naruto's hand unconsciously went to his stomach. "But he... he says not to trust them completely. That they don't always know what's best."

The imprint paused in her demonstration, as if considering these words, before continuing her silent lesson.

The morning light suddenly seemed to shift, and Naruto noticed imprints having for some reason formed earlier around the entire kitchen - dozens of them, creating a continuous circle around the building's perimeter.

"What are they-" he started, but a familiar voice in his mind made him jump.

"They're creating a barrier, kit. No sound can escape now, no lip movement be seen, only the illusion which they show the outside. You can speak freely."

Naruto's eyes widened. This was the first time he'd heard that warm voice while awake. Before he could process this, two figures materialized in the kitchen - more solid than any imprints he'd seen before, yet still maintaining their distance.

Even in death, they couldn't completely suppress their fear of what he carried.

"Those are..." Naruto whispered, recognizing them from fragments of memories he'd glimpsed over the years.

"Sasuke's parents," the voice confirmed softly. "Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. They wish to communicate. Tell him to write out the alphabet - all the characters. They can point to form words."

Naruto swallowed hard, looking at his friend who was staring at the spot where he kept glancing, seeing nothing but feeling... something.

"Sasuke," Naruto said carefully, "I need you to write out all the characters. Your... your parents are here. They want to talk to you."

The bowl clattered against the table as Sasuke stood abruptly, already moving toward the drawers where they kept paper and brushes. His hands shook slightly as he gathered the materials, but his movements were decisive, urgent.

The imprints of Fugaku and Mikoto watched their son with expressions that mixed pride, sorrow, and a desperate need to communicate. Around them, the barrier of other imprints held steady, ensuring their conversation would remain private.

Sasuke's brush moved across the paper with practiced precision, laying out each character in neat rows. His hand trembled slightly, but his face remained composed - only the intensity in his eyes betrayed his emotions.

"They're watching you," Naruto said softly. "Your mother, she's..." He paused, unsure how to describe the way Mikoto's imprint seemed to be fighting against its own instinct to flee, her form flickering but holding steady.

"Tell us how this works," Sasuke demanded, finishing the last character. His voice was controlled, but Naruto could hear the underlying tension.

"They'll point to the characters," the warm voice in Naruto's head explained. "Guide him, kit. Be specific."

"They'll point to characters to form words," Naruto relayed. "I'll... I'll tell you what they're trying to say."

Fugaku's imprint moved first, more stable than his wife's, pointing deliberately to several characters in sequence. Naruto watched carefully, forming the words in his mind.

"Your father says..." Naruto began, then stopped as Mikoto's form suddenly became more solid, her own hand joining her husband's in pointing.

"Both of them," the voice in his head advised. "Let them both speak. They've waited years for this chance."

Around them, the barrier of imprints seemed to pulse slightly, as if responding to the intensity of emotion in the room. In the morning light, their forms cast strange, shifting shadows across the kitchen floor.

Fugaku's imprint pointed deliberately, character by character. Naruto watched, aware of the warm presence in his mind remaining unusually silent.

"He says... he says to trust me," Naruto translated slowly, "but..." He hesitated, glancing internally at the presence that had always guided him. When no objection came, he continued, "but to be wary of what I carry."

Mikoto's form flickered anxiously, but she too began pointing, her movements more urgent than her husband's.

"Your mother says there are dangers in Konoha," Naruto continued. "Hidden ones. That..." He watched as both imprints pointed together now, their movements synchronized despite their obvious fear of the being within him. "That we can only truly trust each other."

The imprints paused, seeming to wait for their words to be silenced or contradicted by the Nine-Tails. When no interference came, they grew slightly more confident.

Fugaku pointed again, his movements precise. "The village isn't what it seems," Naruto translated. "There are shadows within shadows."

Mikoto's form stabilized further as she added her own message, though her eyes kept darting anxiously toward Naruto's midsection. "She says... she says to stay together. That separated, you're vulnerable."

Around them, the barrier of imprints maintained their circle, ensuring these dangerous truths remained contained within their kitchen.

Sasuke sat perfectly still, absorbing every translated word, his Sharingan active as if trying to see through the veil himself.

"Kit," the warm voice suddenly spoke in Naruto's mind, "I wish to try something. But I need your trust."

Naruto tensed slightly. "What kind of something?"

"Your ability to see them comes from me. And while I cannot grant Sasuke complete sight beyond the veil, I might be able to... adjust his vision, for those bound to him by blood."

The imprints of Fugaku and Mikoto flickered at these words, their forms showing both wariness and desperate hope.

"Sasuke," Naruto said carefully, "he... the Nine-Tails says he might be able to help you see them. Your parents, at least. Would you..."

"Do it," Sasuke interrupted, not even letting him finish. His Sharingan eyes burned with intensity.

Red chakra began seeping around Naruto's right hand, causing the surrounding imprints to desperately try to obscure its appearance and chakra, their forms creating a shifting curtain of shadows.

"I need control of your hand, kit. Just for a moment."

Naruto hesitated, looking at his friend's determined face, at the desperate forms of his parents.

"Okay," he whispered.

The change was instant - his fingers elongated into claws, and with one swift motion, they slashed through the air directly in front of Sasuke's eyes. For a split second, Naruto saw it - something like a white veil tearing away.

Sasuke gasped.

Sasuke stumbled backward, his Sharingan eyes widening as two familiar figures slowly came into focus. They were translucent, their forms wavering like heat mirages, but unmistakably his parents.

"Mother... Father..." His voice cracked, something it hadn't done since the night of the massacre.

Mikoto moved forward instinctively, maternal instinct temporarily overriding her fear of the Nine-Tails' presence. Her form became more solid as she reached toward her son, though her hand passed through when she tried to touch his cheek.

Fugaku remained more composed, but his eyes held an intensity Sasuke had rarely seen in life. Both parents seemed to be drinking in the sight of their son, even as they maintained their wary distance from Naruto.

"The effect won't last long," the voice in Naruto's head explained softly. "And it will only work for them. Direct blood relations have... stronger connections."

Naruto relayed this information, watching as Sasuke's hands clenched at his sides, clearly fighting the urge to try touching the intangible forms of his parents.

"We don't have much time," Naruto translated as Fugaku began pointing at characters again, his movements more urgent now. "They want to tell you something important, while you can still see them say it."

"The massacre," Fugaku began pointing to characters, his form becoming more defined as he focused his message. "It wasn't just Itachi. There were others involved. The village-"

Suddenly, the imprints forming the barrier shifted violently, their forms rippling with alarm. Through the kitchen window, Naruto caught glimpse of an ANBU mask passing by - one of their regular watchers.

"Time's up," the Nine-Tails' voice warned in his mind. "The barrier can't hold against active chakra signatures."

Mikoto's form started pointing frantically at characters, her message urgent but becoming harder to follow as her image began to fade.

"She's saying..." Naruto translated quickly, "something about the village elders. About someone named Dan-"

The white veil seemed to reform over Sasuke's eyes like mist, his parents' forms becoming invisible to him once more. His Sharingan spun frantically, trying to hold onto the fading images.

"Wait!" Sasuke reached out, but his hands passed through empty air. "There's more we need to know!"

"They're still here," Naruto assured him, watching as the imprints regained their usual transparency. "They're just... you can't see them anymore."

The barrier of imprints slowly dissolved as the ANBU presence passed, leaving the kitchen feeling suddenly empty despite the lingering chakra remnants.

Sasuke's hands were shaking, his Sharingan still active, desperately trying to pierce a veil that had already reformed.

"What were they trying to say?" he demanded. "About the elders? About this 'Dan' person?"

"Quiet," the Nine-Tails' voice came sharply in Naruto's mind. "The barrier is gone. We can be heard now."

"Sasuke," Naruto said quickly, keeping his voice low. "We need to stop. The imprints can't hide our voices anymore, and they're... they're tired. Whatever they did to help us see and talk, it drained them."

Indeed, the remaining imprints looked fainter than usual, their forms barely visible even to Naruto's enhanced sight. Even Fugaku and Mikoto's forms seemed more transparent, though they remained in the kitchen, watching their son with a mixture of urgency and resignation.

"But-" Sasuke started, his voice rising.

"Later," Naruto cut him off, eyes darting to the window where the ANBU's chakra signature still lingered. "We'll try again another time. When it's safer."

Sasuke's jaw clenched, but he gave a short nod, understanding the implications. His Sharingan finally deactivated, though his hands remained clenched at his sides, trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

The morning light returned to normal, and with it, the weight of being watched by unseen eyes beyond the compound's walls.

They had graduation to focus on now. The other revelations would have to wait.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Do tell me how you found it.

Yeah, I am having way too much fun with the imprints. I just like Sasuke having still some semblance of connection to his original family, especially since I wrote Itachi to be a full blown psycho in this fic.

Also, the imprints hiding abilities are... Limited. 

Its limits I'll explain more clearly in the future chapters. Think of this, as Kurama's ability that he gives Naruto, like the other Bijuu give their Jinchuriki, with Gaara having auto sand control, the four tails having lava release, etc.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)