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Bloody Tears	By : bloodyreign Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bloody Tears

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It was the dark, windy night that he had been waiting for. Nobody would see him, if he was careful to keep his eyes unseen. He crouched behind the bush, contemplating his moves. It had been a long time since he had left his Clan so he could not go back there. They would see him as traitor even if he did return. He had nowhere to go, but he could not stay here any longer.
His past, once a bright and shiny thing, had become as dark as his long hair that swung down his back. He had done many things and he regretted every one of them, but he had done them thinking they would be the betterment of mankind when, in reality, it was only helping in the destruction. No more would he harm people, no more would he conduct such sadistic experiments, no more would he kidnap and train unwilling children. It was over. He would not harm anyone as long as he lived. He was twenty-five now, old enough to make his own decisions, and this was his most pressing decision ever.
Weeks ago, he had decided to leave, but he had to wait for the darkest night or he would be spotted by anyone, everyone. He had no choice but to wait and plan, so he had.
His long, shiny black hair and black cloak made him invisible in the night as he slinked through the gates easily, quickly. His silver eyes gleamed in the darkness, making it easy for him to see his way. It was as though everything glowed from the inside with a brilliant, white light. Nobody else would be able to see as well. He’d chosen the night of the new moon for just that reason.
“Hey, where are you going?” a soft, familiar voice asked from behind him.
The tall, black-haired man turned, looking at the shorter man. “y friend, it is you,” he said with a sigh, voice soft, deep, rough with a strong, rolling accent.
“Are you leaving?”
Knowing his friend would not see his nod, he said, “I am leaving. I am sorry, but things will never change here. I am done doing his bidding. I cannot do this any longer. I must go and make my own in this world.”
“I understand. I know that you are right about this, but I cannot follow you. I am sorry. You are on your own. I can only give you five minutes of free time to run. I would take that time and run with it.”
“Thank you, my friend. I could not ask for more. I must leave.”
“Go, now.” He backed away, turned and ran, screaming, “He is escaping! He is escaping! Stop him, stop him!”
He turned in the other direction and ran toward the tall wall, leaping over it in one, easy bound, landing silently and running just as silently. He felt the stars and wind helping, lending him wings as he easily flew over fallen trees, over holes and across lakes, sailing easily through jumps that should’ve been harder. He kept running, even as the sky lightened and the sun arose. He did not stop even when the sky once again darkened. He ran, unstoppable, for days, possibly weeks, and when, finally, he rested, he was tired, heart pounding, lungs suffering, limbs heavy with inanition, but he forced himself back to his feet and walked until his legs would not support his body any longer. When that happened, he collapsed, breathing hard. His stomach was empty, aching with hunger pains, but he bore on until darkness began to eat as his vision.
A man had chosen to go for a walk by then. His light brown hair waved gently in the winds as he walked on. He was tired, but it was a good tired. He had gotten his sister from the place and the people that had tormented her so badly. It was on this day that he came upon the man with the long, shiny black hair, long, black cloak, sprawled in the long grasses. He almost missed him, but when he stepped down once, he felt something soft beneath his foot. When he glanced down, he was standing on the edge of a black cloth. His blue eyes followed the cloak to a man, lying face-down, hair strewn all about. He bent, shook him slightly. No response, so he lifted him to his shoulder and stood, running as fast as he could back to the shelter he had built for his sister.
“Lios, who is that, my brother?” a woman with light brown hair and bright blue eyes asked, peeking out the door of the shelter.
“I know not, sister. I know only that he is hurt, in some way. I brought him here to heal and recover.”
She stepped out of the way, letting her brother bring the strange man in, but her eyes were cautious, wary of the man she did not know. Behind her stood a small, reddish-brownish haired boy with wide, frightened deep green eyes. He was a handsome boy, tall for his age, with a strong, fair face that matched the face of Lios. “Bolestrole, stand back,” the woman said softly. “Go to your room and do not come out until I come for you.”
Bolestrole looked up at his mother, turned and ran to his room.
“Do not worry so, sister. I am here to protect you.” Lios carried the man to his own bed, laying him down, his sister right on his heel. “He needs food and water, posthaste, or he shall die.”
She nodded. “I will cook him something, provided you stay here and watch him.”
“I shall.”
She turned and left the room, rummaging through the kitchen until she had put together a small, edible meal and brought it to the man.
Lios lifted the man, shaking him slightly. “Hey, wake up. You need to eat.”
His eyes opened and they both stepped back in surprise as the aware, silver eyes met theirs. “Where am I?” he asked in a rough, quiet voice.
“You are safe here, My Lord, but you need to eat to regain your strength, then rest.” She handed him the food. “Eat up, My Lord.”
He studied her. Her long light brown hair and bright blue eyes entranced him. She was beautiful, but her eyes were wary as though she had seen a lot in her young life. He nodded once, briskly, and ate the food quickly, drinking what she brought him next until he felt full and tired. “Thank you,” he said, voice stronger.
“Do not thank us until you are well again, my friend,” Lios said. “I am Lios. This is my sister, Khris.”
She bowed to him. “Hello, My Lord.”
“I am . . .” he froze, voice catching, “I am . . . Junsei.”
“Greetings, Junsei. Welcome to our happy home.”
“Thank you for your help, Lios, Khris.”
“Get well first, then thank us. Khris, take the dishes to the kitchen, please.”
She nodded and took off with them.
“You are welcome here as long as you wish to stay, Junsei. I shall work to build a room for you.”
“No, don’t trouble yourself. I cannot stay here.”
He studied him. “Why not?”
He shook his head. “I cannot.”
“Will you take my sister with you? It is much to ask, but she has nowhere to go and she can’t return to her home. If she stays here, she will be in danger.”
“I’ll take her with me.”
“Thank you, Junsei. Where will you go?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I will keep going until I find someplace to settle, someplace far.”
“Keep her safe, please.”
“How old is she?”
“She is nineteen. Her son is five.”
He froze. “Son?”
“Yes.”
“You said nothing about the son.”
“His name is Bolestrole. He is a stripping young lad and is smart and very polite. He’ll not give you trouble.”
“If both your sister and her son come with me, I cannot guarantee their safety.”
“It’s better than what we have here.”
He closed his eyes. “Then I’ll take them with me.” His long hair brushed his cheek and he opened his eyes, bring his hair out to look at it. “I need a hair-cut.”
“I’ll get a knife and get to that now. Again, thank you.” He walked to the door, turned back and asked, “By the way, those eyes . . . you are not part of the Hyuuga Clan, are you?”
His eyes drifted closed again. “No,” he said softly. Lios left then and thoughts filled his head. Why had he accepted Lios’s request? What had made him accept that? The picture of Khris’ face popped into his head and he knew why he had accepted, why he would do as he asked. He nodded once, knowing his newest quest.
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Days passed and Junsei got well. Lios left home the morning Junsei had told him he was leaving. He said he did not want to see his sister off. They had yet to have told Khris that he was not coming back for her and that she was coming with Junsei. It was dark when Junsei waited in her room for her to enter. He wore his cloak and the hood was up to hide those glowing silver eyes so she did not see him at first. His hair was short-cropped close to his scalp, only an inch of hair remained.
She stepped in, wearing her white nightdress and her robe, closed the door behind her.
“Get your son,” Junsei said softly.
With a gasp, she looked up, hands going to close her robe shakily. “What are you doing in here? Lios will kill you!”
“Lios told me to take you. Now get your son.”
“T-take me?” She took a step backward, back hitting the door.
“You and Bolestrole are coming with me. Your brother told me to take you with me. He is not coming back to this house.”
“You lie!” she gasped.
“Do I?” He took two, long steps and was right before her, hand closing around her chin, forcing her face up. “I do not lie, not about this. Your brother is not coming back for you. He left you to my care and I shall do as he bid. Get your son or I will get him.”
“I am not going anywhere with you.” Her eyes narrowed. “And you can’t make me.”
He smirked. “Can’t I?” In one quick movement, he had her thrown over his shoulder. “I will do as your brother asked me.” He opened the door and stepped out, heading toward Bolestrole’s room.
She screamed. “Bolestrole, run!”
He opened the door and Bolestrole was sleeping soundly, even when he picked him up in one arm, he did not stir. “Convenient. I won’t have to chase him down.” He walked back out, kicking the front door open and starting to run. “I do not know where we will end up, Khris, but I do know one thing. You and your son are safe with me. I would never hurt you, especially not like your husband did. You brother told me everything. You are safe with me. I know you don’t trust me and you won’t until I prove myself to you, but I promise you, now and forever, that I would never lay a hand on you and that I will protect you and your son to my death.”
“Why?”
He sighed, still running. “I will not lie to you. I have done some horrible things in my past, things that might make future happiness an impossibility. I may never be safe, but I promise you that you and your son will always be safe. I’ll see to that. I’ll take you somewhere far away, somewhere nobody would recognize you or me or Bolestrole and there we shall stay, forever, and you’ll be safe. If problems arise, I will run and leave you to yourself because I cannot take you with me if I need to run. I will not endanger you that much.”
She nodded. “I don’t know why, Junsei, but I . . . I believe you.”
“You believe me because I am telling truth. I won’t lie to you.” Silence cocooned them both and he ran, not stopping until they reached a group of people walking along. They were all wounded or tired. He stopped, set Khris down and handed her sleeping son to her. “Stay right here. I’ll see if they’re dangerous.” He left her there.
The thought of running crossed her mind, but she knew she was safe. Looking down at her son, she hoped she was right.
He returned shortly after, the group with him. “We’re all going together now. We’re going to find a safe place and create a village, for just us.” He smiled and touched her cheek. “We’ll be safe there.”
“You think so?”
He nodded. “Yes. I know so. Come, we shall walk together now.” He took her son from her, holding him gently, and took her hand into his own. “Everything will be okay soon.” Looking to the future, Junsei and Khris continued onward, to a new future, a new land . . . a new life awaited them.
Everything was set up. They were rulers of a large village, with their own large house and the people loved them. It was a beautiful thing. Tonight Bolestrole slept in his own room, in his new bed. He was still a loveable five-year-old, but the journey had changed something about him. He had become more mature.
And something had changed Junsei, as well. When he looked at Khris, he no longer saw the young girl he had once seen. Now he saw a beautiful, intelligent, strong woman and he had fallen for her. Things had changed between them, intensifying to a point that scared both of them. It was no longer an easy friendship tinged with distrust. It had long ago matured to something more, something dangerous. They lived together and that made it much worse. Junsei had come to want for the woman he had saved. It had all become crystal clear the night of the New Moon. That was the night that everything changed between them. That was the night they were first together as man and woman, the night they became one. Shortly after that, they married because something unexpected had happened.
They had fallen in love and Khris was pregnant.
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