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The Blessed Realm	By : susanna Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter One Hundred Nine: Revenge
They celebrated into the small hours of the morning, and the next day, a Sunday, Sasuke and Naruto slept in. When they had finally woken up (and after some love-making) Sasuke decided to discuss the Raikage's offer with Naruto.
“Do you think we should accept it?” he asked. “Next year when we're of age, I mean? Or even earlier – if we return to Konoha we don't have to worry about the laws of Music Town.”
Naruto considered it. The evening before the offer bad been made to Sasuke, and it had been declined rather quickly by the guardian, so that he, Naruto, had not had the time to form an opinion. Now he did.
“What do you want to use the money for?” he asked. “Concretely, I mean. Mercenary soldiers to conquer Konoha? We don't need that.” He thought a bit, then he continued: “We are extremely strong by ourselves, aren't we? I have defeated Pain, who destroyed Konoha all by himself, and you fought a couple of powerful opponents too. Together we can even use the kyuubi.” It came to his mind that in fact the kyuubi might be easier to control than a bunch of mercenary soldiers. “But that's not what we want. We don't want to destroy Konoha. We want to drive Danzou out of office and make him pay for what he did to you and your family.”
Sasuke sat up. (Naruto had done so already.)
“You won't gain the office of Hokage by dirty tricks or by brute force,” he said. “You'll be a different kind of Hokage.”
“So we'll decline the Raikage's offer until we've found a way to use the money that's wiser than hiring an army of mercenary soldiers.”
“We'll decline the offer,” Sasuke repeated, glad that he had found a way to do this without appearing weak or cowardly in his own eyes.
For lunch they were again invited by Juugo's fostermothers. They told them about the Raikage's offer, and the two women also approved of their decision to decline it.
“You want to reestablish the police of Konoha, don't you?” they reminded Sasuke. “You shouldn't return without having learnt how to do this.”
Sasuke realized that not only Naruto but he himself, too, would need legitimacy and trust to accomplish his plans. Driving Danzou out of office by brute force would not be helpful.
The two women also asked the boys how it had come that they had visited a rap concert even though they didn't like rap. Naruto explained to them that Sasuke had listened to it as some kind of atonement for attacking one of the musicians with the intention of delivering him to Akatsuki. He said it in a humorous tone, and only when the women fell silent and stared at Sasuke he remembered that they had not heard this story before. Sasuke wished he could hide somewhere, but he couldn't, and so he only lowered his eyes. After some seconds of silence he hesitatingly told his story.
“I was desperate at the time,” he said. “Now I know that I was wrong.”
“When did that happen?” one of the women asked.
“About half a year ago.”
“And before that you lived at that evil place Juugo told us about.”
“Yes.”
“So you weren't well looked after for several years during a most sensitive time of your life,” she said. “No wonder you went astray. But now there's people around you who care.”
Sasuke felt not comforted but humiliated by these words. He explained to the women that the police already knew about the attack and that they had decided not to put him on trial for political reasons. They considered the decision correct.
“You've never had a chance of dealing with the crimes against your family in a healthy way,” they said. “But now you do.”
Sasuke felt even worse offended. He told the women of his meeting with the social worker, and that he had told him to offer compensation to Killerbee but that Killerbee had declined that offer.
They understood Killerbee's reaction: “Just continue to help him on occasions as yesterday,” they said.
They also insisted on accompanying the boys to their next appointment with the social worker. Sasuke felt uncomfortable with this decision, even worse reduced to his status of a minor, but he did not know how to stop them.
So on the next day they turned up at the training center during the boys' lunch break to pick them up for the appointment with the social worker, which was even more embarrassing, as no other student's parents had ever appeared at the training center. When they arrived at the social worker's office he also wondered when he saw them enter.
“They're my legal guardian and her partner,” Sasuke introduced them.
“Being responsible for Sasuke now we considered it appropriate that we should get to know you,” the guardian's partner said.
The social worker agreed to her and welcomed both women.
“We've understood that you and Sasuke have come to an understanding to pretend that he is on parole, as it is not possible to put him on trial. It's well-meant, but it's not necessary. We've known Sasuke for a few months now, and he's always been friendly and helpful, caring a lot for our kids. He also cares a lot about his boy-friend, and at the time of his arrival in Music Town he had even taken responsibility for a young boy who had been his fellow prisoner at some evil person's place. He has a good heart, and it's obvious that he only attacked that Killerbee because at the time he was confused and disoriented without having anyone to share his emotions with, someone who might have put things into perspective and told him that attacking a man he had never seen was not an acceptable way to deal with his suffering.”
Sasuke felt embarrassed. The social worker looked irritated, and Naruto felt confused too.
The other woman took over: “But now these times are over, and we're looking after him. He has understood that there's appropriate ways of dealing with his pain, and he has learnt that there's people who care. So there's no need to act as if he was on parole. He won't commit any crime. We'll see to it.”
She paused in order to breathe, and the social worker used the opportunity to answer.
“If you say so... It's not as if I was bored for any lack of regular clients who are really on parole. If you think you can look after him it's all okay to me.”
The women were silent. People here fight with words, Sasuke realized, and the social worker had fought like a true ninja, not offering any resistance but letting the women waste their energy in a futile attack.
“So we meant to thank you for taking time to talk to Sasuke,” the guardian's partner continued. “But really it's not necessary.”
“It was a pleasure,” the social worker replied. They all got up, ready to leave. “So my best wishes to all of you.”
Sasuke felt annoyed, disappointed and a bit humiliated, and he was thinking feverishly. When the group had already left the building and closed the doors behind them he told the women and Naruto that he had forgotten something inside and returned to the social worker. He was still standing in the entrance hall, chatting with the secretary and enjoying the unexpected break. He looked up at Sasuke.
“I'd like to meet you again,” Sasuke said. “There's a couple of questions I need to ask you.”
“You're welcome,” the man answered, and together they had a look at the big calendar and found a day and a time for a new appointment.
It happened that on that day Sasuke was on late shift so that he returned much later to his and Naruto's place than Naruto. When he did so he saw that they had visitors: A man and a woman were sitting at their table while Naruto was leaning against the window-sill, and they looked as if they had not been talking, but silently waiting for Sasuke. There were several newspapers lying on the table.
“You got your revenge,” Naruto told Sasuke instead of saying hello, passing him one of the newspapers: Right on top there was a picture of Danzou and the councillors. Sasuke felt confused, not only by the picture, but also by Naruto's behaviour. He looked at him, hoping for some explanations, but he did not get any. He turned to the article itself.

Mitokado Homura, grey eminence in Konoha and councillor of three subsequent Hokages, has passed away.

The administration's speaker informs us in a press release that he died from a heart attack. He was suffering from heart problems for several years, and required medication for them, so his death is no surprise. Rumours, however say that the heart attack is a consequence of the interview with Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke recently published in Urban Lady. Allegedly it was the shock to read that both of them are alive, in alliance and ready to confront the military regime of Konoha that's responsible for his death.
The article continued telling about Homura's career and his achievements for Konoha, but to Sasuke's satisfaction it was also critical of what it called his hawkish attitude.
He did not feel triumphant at all, rather weird. This was not how he had imagined his revenge. Also he felt as if everyone around him was blaming him for Homura's death.
“How am I supposed to know that Homura reads Urban Lady?” he asked.
The faces of the visitors remained icy.
“Some of his female acquaintances might have read it, and showed him the interview,” the man said. “Or the censors in Konoha may have laid their hands on the magazine. You can't expect such an interview to remain hidden.”
“But I couldn't know about Homura's heart problems,” Sasuke continued defending himself. “It's not my fault that he died.”
“We don't blame you,” the woman said. “But we think that you – both of you – should be more careful when it comes to giving interviews. You need to be aware that such an interview will be read throughout the ninja world.”
“We've also spoken to the editors of Urban Lady,” the man took over again. “They should have been more careful, instead of leaving all the important decisions to two half-grown boys.”
“You've been accepted as refugees by Music Town, and we stand by this decision,” the woman spoke again. “We will protect you, that is both of you, against any claim Konoha has on you. We are aware that you, Sasuke, would be most likely executed on your return, and that Naruto would be reduced to his function as jinchuuriki and turned into a mere weapon. We won't let that happen. Still we need to ask you to be more careful to keep in mind that what you say has consequences, not only for you, but for Music Town as well. We cannot afford any open confrontation with the Hokage. We'd prefer you to keep a low profile, and not to give any more interviews without taking counsel with representatives of the town.”
“I only spoke about peace,” Naruto said.
“Speaking about peace, even if it's in a rather general and vague manner, is a provocation against Danzou. Everyone knows that since he took office he's preparing Konoha against an attack from one of the other ninja countries. Which gets us to another point. It's been in the news that the ninja countries, with the exception of Fire Country itself, are planning to unfreeze your bank accounts, and to offer you even more money. We want to inform you that Music Town won't serve you as a basis for plotting an assault against Konoha, and if you do so, your status as refugees will be withdrawn. Our neutrality is the basis of our security, and we don't want to see it questioned.”
“I don't need anybody else's money,” Sasuke said. “I only need access to what's my own.” He pointed at the room around them. “I still owe Naruto my share for the furniture and everything.”
The two people remained silent.
“We've already discussed it among ourselves,” Sasuke continued. “We don't need any support from foreign countries.”
The two people still remained silent.
“I'll make a public statement that we want to stay in Music Town, and that we'll use the money for my education, if you consider that necessary.”
He bit his lips: He had agreed not to accept the kages' money, and to be granted only a certain amount every month from what was his own, but making a public statement about it sounded like admitting defeat to Danzou – like crouching in the dust before him.
“It's not necessary,” the woman said, smiling faintly. “In your interview you've made clear that you like it here and that you want to stay. Just take counsel with the administration of Music Town before you give another interview.”

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