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Winter Release	By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Thanks to all the reviewers! And
thanks to my BETA Silent in Nightmares!

Cepheus: lemon at the
end of the chapter.

Long
Itachi part at the start� much like the one in chp
08, but longer�

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Rating: M (or is it some more?)

Summary: Clich� Plot: Naruto�s friends find out
about Kyuubi but don�t reject him for this. Akatsuki captures him whilst he�s
training with Jiraiya, but the Fox can�t be removed from his body; and before
rescuers come, Naruto finds himself in an interesting situation with a certain
Uchiha genius� (ItaNaru, ShinoKiba, NejiShika)

Warnings: yaoi,
boy x boy relationship, angsty, torture, and such.
Mental as well. Flames will be used to warm up food. OC
warning as well.

Disclaimer: Not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto
does.

�Talking�
�Thinking�
�Flashbacks, memories, dreams�

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Winter Release

Chapter 12: Feral

A leaf falling from a branch is like a tear. It slowly rolls down,
tumbling in the air, with much grace, until it reaches the ground. And there,
it fades among other leaves.

No recognition.

Forgotten.

Why should one appreciate a single leaf? There is nothing special� it�s
one of many others� unless that leaf is different from the rest, so different
indeed that, even on the ground, it can still be recognized among the rest.

Itachi knew something was different inside of him. It took nothing for
him to realize this, because after all, he was supposed to be a genius.

There was nothing he could not do. Anything he tried, he would achieve
perfect results in no time, with no effort, no problems.

Ever since he was a little kid, he knew he could do anything.

Whilst others would struggle and endure, trying to reach something that
could be compared to perfection, it took him nothing to excel in everything.
That was a fact, a statement.

He stated it, and moved forwards.

He was different.

Like a green leaf among red ones during autumn, he simply stood out among
the rest.

With emotionless eyes, he observed, studied, watched, and learned; he
saw people stare at him with admiration, jealously, envy, rage, sometimes even
pride, and he saw them try to copy him.

He looked as they tried to be perfect.

But because he was perfect, he knew no one would ever reach the same
goal. He saw others fight, putting all of their raw emotions into trying to
accomplish what, to him, came easily, and knew that it was pointless.

To be perfect meant nothing.

It meant to be nothing.

To reach perfection was to stop feeling. Perfection was, ignoring what
the heart, soul, and mind told you. To act without any
emotion. No one could do that. Only he could, because he was born like
this.

He felt nothing. He was perfect.

And perfection without emotions was nothing.

Achieving a goal without effort, without putting all your soul into the
process, without learning from mistakes brought to him a shallow victory.

Perfection achieved with no hard work was shallow, and meaningless.

He was a genius, he knew this.

The person that was his father, staring at him with lust filled eyes,
could not see anything human in him.

�You are the perfect weapon. A tool to gain power� nothing can stop you.�

It was true. But he didn�t like it one bit. To be perfect� was like to
be alone.

Having friends� meant nothing to him. Love� had no meaning. He knew what
those words meant, yes, but what was supposed to be at the roots of the feeling
was foreign to him.

His heart was empty. No one tried to teach him to feel, but then again,
to feel meant to not be perfect. He was perfect. So he felt nothing. Not even sadness at being treated as something not human.

�You have no rights. You belong to me, to the family. I can�t let you go
to waste� someone like you shouldn�t be hindered by anything� especially not by
people weaker than you.�

A green leaf among crimson ones, with no imperfections� no flaws.

His first kill was when he was six. Someone was sent to him, a grown
man, in his thirties. He could hear him breathe loudly, he could feel him move
around, trying to stab Itachi in the heart with a kunai, the shadows of the
moonless night hiding him; his black eyes could follow each and every move the
shinobi made no matter the darkness.

And Itachi killed him with no effort. No feeling.

Blood all over his hands and face, coming from the artery in the man�s
throat he had cut without hesitation.

Easy.

The man had been hired by his father.

To test him.

Because, if he died, then he wouldn�t have
been perfect� and thus unworthy of living.

His father himself told him so, looking down at him, eyes shining not
with pride, but with renewed lust, when Itachi�s childish hands were still
marred with crimson blood.

When he defied his father�s desires by talking with others of the
family, and even faking being normal, he realized his cover was perfect. So
perfect, indeed, his father believed it. Even knowing he was a genius, his
father thought his smiles, his kind words, his polite acting, were all true.

He thought he could own Itachi.

Nothing was true� everything was in vain, faint, shallow. As was his
perfection.

He felt no satisfaction in faking, but he felt no satisfaction in being
himself, or what he thought was himself.

He was nothing but a black hole, absorbing light, with nothing inside.

And then came the person that had piqued his
interest. Someone that pretended to know.

Someone that told him he knew of his fa�ade.

Someone that decided to stick around to stare at Itachi like Itachi
stared at others, because he was different.

Deep voice. Uncaring. Cold. But
still, flatly curious. �You never wonder what it means to feel?�

His reply was spoken with his usual soft tone, polite almost, empty in
reality, �I don�t care.�

The curiosity turned to amusement. �Will you ever try to feel?�

He didn�t even look up at the dark haired youth. �It�s pointless.�

A mild laugh, �People say we are friends� but I want you to know that I
am only using you.�

No hesitation, �I am using you as well.�

�That�s fine to me. I want to see how high you will go in your
perfection� and if there is something that can stop you.�

�Will you try to find my limits then, Shisui�kun?�

Black orbs flickered, a smirk tugging at his lips. �I will do anything to
see if they exist, Itachi�kun.�

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There was something he was glad about.

Even in the blurry and vain battle, feeling everything grow more unreal
as time passed by, and knowing that he had grown stronger, surpassing any line
others made for him, one thing clearly remained unchanged.

He wasn�t even in his teens yet, but no one seemed to care.

He was the genius.

He was the perfect, emotionless killer who smiled, and had polite, nice
words for everyone he met of his family.

He was the silent young man who was the first to wake the bloodline
limit before his sixteenth year of age.

And the look in his father�s eyes became even more pronounced as time
went by.

There was nothing else. Neither love nor care, Itachi
noted. No nothing, but he was not sad. He didn�t care.

His father said he should not be hindered by those who were weaker than
him� and his father, his entire family, were weaker.

When he saw his brother for the first time, his mind mildly wondered
what was hidden in such a useless creature. Babies were weak. Useless. He wondered if he would be another genius, or
someone like the others.

But by the look in his father�s eyes when he stared at the second born,
Itachi knew his little brother was another red leaf among the many.

And yet, with an example so near, Itachi saw what a father was supposed
to be. He saw the disinterest developing towards the baby as he grew up. But
there was no lust in his dark eyes. Nor was there acceptance.

But opposite to his behaviour towards his first son, his father smiled
at the baby. Fussed, even, over him.

And by staring down at the toddler, who smiled and waved his short, weak
arms towards him, Itachi realized what he felt himself towards his otouto
�curiosity.

Interest that he never felt towards anyone else, he found for him� Sasuke.

He was curious what he would turn out to be. If his
emotions would show or not. If he would be strong enough to cause his
father�s eyes to shine with lust. If a red leaf could have a darker shade than
the others around it.

Power was everything their family lived for� but only he saw this. To
everyone else, the Uchiha were loved, respected, worshipped even� for their
bloodline, for their power and prestige�

Itachi saw more than this, and by observing the evanescent appearance of
a family that he didn�t feel a part of, he realized there was something else he
�felt� towards them.

Staring as his brother, he was almost disappointed to see how blind Sasuke
was. Almost. He really didn�t care.

Sasuke was growing up like everyone else� but Itachi did not care. He
didn�t want someone to end up like himself, because he didn�t like to be looked
at like he wasn�t even human.

His shallow perfection was everything others saw in him. Not caring to
see underneath the underneath.

Nauseous.

Cold.

But it wasn�t until he saw something flicker in his little brother�s
eyes directed at him that he understood what the feeling he felt inside ever
since he could remember was.

Not admiration, though it was there as well. Not rivalry.

His father stared at him with the same eyes. Not lust for power.

Something even stronger.

It was� hatred.

So maybe, really, as he recognized it and acknowledged it with its
proper name, making it real, he realized he was finally feeling something.

Dedicating himself completely to this first, deep, and strong feeling,
Itachi felt like needed to thank his brother, and his father.

He could hate� it was good to know.

��

For a moment, there was silence. Deep, thick, and suffocating.

Naruto was still on the floor, not
sure if his legs would accept his weight yet, and could only stare in shock at
the figure that had appeared from apparently nowhere, and was now towering over
him.

A trickle of sweat rolled down his
temple, the only thing he could hear was his heart thumping strongly in his
chest, and a vague stinging in his stomach. He was aware of how cold the floor
was under his palms, but the world seemed frozen around him and that man.

Imposing, the
dark mantle like a shadow on his shoulders, the tattoo on his torso standing
against his complexion, making the man look ethereal.

The real shock didn�t come from the
fact that this was the Akatsuki leader, one of the most feared and hatred men
of all the villages. Naruto had somewhat expected to see him, in some part of
his mind, since he�d realized he wasn�t dead. He was in their hands �and Kyuubi
was, inexplicably, still inside his body; no, what really sent Naruto�s mind on
a rampage were the man�s eyes.

He�d seen such eyes before, even
fought against them once, so he knew what they were capable of, what they
meant. He knew the story behind them, and knew the massive power they held.
Thus, he was completely shocked to find them staring down at him emotionlessly.

Blank, white eyes, which he quickly
realized were the infamous bloodline limit owned by the Hyuuga�s family� Neji�s. Hinata�s.

�Wha�� he
didn�t know what to think. He had always supposed that Byakugan was a trait
found solely in Konoha, so that meant that, either the man was another of
Konohagakure�s missing nin, or that there were clans
of Hyuuga outside of his village.

Who was this man? Why was he
displaying such a protected and coveted bloodline?

Naruto was sure this was the
Byakugan�

Neither Naruto nor the man spoke for
a long time, simply staring at each other, almost as if considering each
other�s strength, one with confusion and fear etched in his eyes, the other
with an empty stare that revealed nothing. It was even more emotionless than
Itachi�s, and the blond felt pressured by that stare.

Swallowing the lump in his throat,
Naruto decided to speak up despite his confusion, knowing he could not look
weak in front of his enemy�s eyes �despite being, in truth, weak compared to
him.

�Who are you?!� he demanded, and his
voice didn�t sound as unsteady as he�d first thought it would.

Those white eyes did not blink, but
a smirk graced the imposing features of the man as he straightened even more.
He did not reply.

�I said, who the hell are you!� Naruto tried again, feeling the dark aura around
the man, and wishing nothing more than to back away from him.

He�d never felt such an aura from
someone, not even Orochimaru. It was dark and evil,
and it spoke of torture and pain. The fact that he was not speaking was
unsettling, because the mere appearance of him was enough to send Naruto into
panic.

He froze, a light tremor making its
way in his body, a reminder of how weak, how worthless he was.

They (he and that man) were on
different levels.

Naruto looked away, breaking the
stare with the man, and stared at the floor with wide eyes, trying desperately
to calm down his trembles.

�No one is going to come for you,
Jinchuuriki.�

The voice� his voice was chilling.
There was no other word to explain the feelings that that tone evoked in
Naruto, other than that. He felt like he�d been pulled into a freezing pool of
ice, with nothing around but darkness.

It seemed a deep, rich voice� but
something inside it was even more terrifying than the physical appearance.

First came the fear, then the
confusion, then finally the actual words settled in Naruto�s panicked mind, and
he snapped his head back up. Despite the hatred, and the nothingness of the way
the man had spoken the word �Jinchuuriki�, the meaning of what he�d said hit
him like a ton.

�What�� he blinked, meeting again
those empty eyes, and Naruto was able to pick out
something else. Even though he could compare those orbs with Neji�s, there was
something different between them.

Naruto felt it with all his being.
Those eyes were not jut blank. They
were unseeing.

But at the same time, he had the
distinct feeling that the man could see him, and in him all the same.

Again, Naruto felt at a loss.

�You are dead� nothing but a tool
owned by the Akatsuki,� the voice curled around him like silk, strangling him
with its false peacefulness. �To them, you are no more.�

Naruto was no great mind, but he
could get the hint. Even if his brain wasn�t working properly due to the
circumstances, he understood.

He was alive, that was true.

But he was lost.

��

Time lost its meaning for him as
hours passed by.

The man, without giving him another
glance, disappeared in the dark corridor, his shape vanishing in the shadows of
the cave, and Naruto was left behind.

Seconds passed. Minutes.
Hours. Eternity, or maybe not even an instant� it
didn�t� matter� there was no way he could know it. The only thing he knew was�
darkness.

And loneliness.

He hadn�t given up of course, but
there was nothing he could do. He could not wish to be saved, he could not wish
to escape �he would be a fool to think so. He just let time pass in his little
cage, knowing sooner of later his fate would be decided �and not by him.

He was captured, and held like a
worthless beast, something not human, something that
was needed, but not wanted.

Being held by a strong leash, a seal
that rendered his power useless� making him think
that, without Kyuubi, he was nothing.

Blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the
stony walls of his room (cage, prison)
not really seeing them. Thoughts filled his mind, coming and disappearing, each
and every one of them faint and piercing all the same.

Somehow, he was still alive, somehow, Kyuubi was still inside him� even if he
could not feel him anymore.

His nausea never vanished, adding to
the general waves of weakness washing over him due to the seals he could not
remove, that he�d located to be around his wrists, ankles, and over his
stomach, just above the Fourth�s seal.

Even not knowing anything about
seals, Naruto could see the different pattern of this new one compared to the
one he used to have before, he could see around it a curling circle, of a
crimson colour, but he did not know what it meant.

He could not feel his chakra flow,
but it wasn�t like in the Chuunin exams, when Neji had blocked all of Naruto�s
chakra�s points, rendering him useless. No, this was far worse, because he
could neither contact Kyuubi nor feel the demon�s presence inside him anymore.

He was alone, truly and completely alone.

For the first time, Naruto felt like
crying over himself. Before, he would cry for stupid things, or would cry over
shattered dreams that he tried to push away from him, only to see them return
stronger to his mind.

He was a positive person, he could
find something good in every situation. This was his precious talent, something
others envied in him �mostly without him knowing.

But now, he felt like crying
because, in this situation, it meant nothing.

Three years of training�

The defiance�

All were in vain.

This was something he could not get
out of, not with only his positive attitude.

Of course he wouldn�t give up (he couldn�t) but it was hard to find a way
out.

There were no windows in his cage, a
mere room carved out of stone, with a futon and nothing more, apart from a few
candles on the walls, which let out a feeble flame that didn�t help him at all
against the darkness; the darkness soon enough enveloped everything, even the
small flames that slowly died away.

He waited. Breathing the only sound,
the utter silence so deep it was even unreal; so deep he felt his ears hurt.

And the
sinister darkness. Pitch black, so dark he could not see anything around him, not even his
own shape; and he laid down in the darkness, on the cold futon, since there was
nothing else to do.

Panic tried to get him, but he
refused to fall, clutching desperately to his clothes in the fits of fear, when
his breath would become erratic, and his lungs wouldn�t work.

It was destroying him, the wait, the
dread, the darkness, and the loneliness, they were all
slowly but surely drawing him to madness. He stared upwards, not able to sleep,
his mind as blank as those eyes he knew but didn�t understand.

He was alone, and he felt the weight
of it on his chest.

And still, tears did not come.

Something inside him changed. All
the pain he went through, all the despair he felt� curled around his mind,
whispering in his ears, hissing, moving around, not letting him forget and move
on.

The realization that his friends
thought he was dead was heartbreaking; this was something he had to resolve all
on his own, and he didn�t feel intelligent or smart (or even lucky) enough to
do it.

Hours passed for him. The candles
ignited again, probably by some chakra flowing on them, and then disappeared
again in the darkness.

Time went by unnoticed to him in his
silence, in his depression, in his solitude. It meant nothing� days meant
nothing, because he could not know what hour it was, how much he�d been staring
at the wall without eating, how long he�d been kept in that cage.

Days, maybe�
weeks.

Who knew.

He didn�t even move anymore from the
futon on the floor. Useless.

And then, in one of his few moments
of awareness, when he was only half awake, someone came. Two shapes, one he
recognized faintly, one he didn�t. They looked at him through the faint light
of the candles and snorted, the sound of their steps so loud in his ears due to
the complete silence he�d been used up to that moment.

They stepped above him and, reaching
out for his shoulder, tried to grab his arm; he didn�t let them. He felt weak,
alone, desperate, and over it all he felt hopeless, and all those mixed up
feelings were swirling inside him in a strong whirlpool, together with
fragments of memories, and thoughts he could not control.

He wasn�t himself in that moment,
his mind deep into its shock and confusion.

So he let out a growl, deep from his
throat, and retreated with his back to the wall, gritting his teeth at the
blurred faces, eyes hurting from the faint light.

A chuckle came from one of the two
figures, �He�s just like a little animal, un!� unknown to him, foreign.

Enemy.

�I don�t care, we have to take him
out and we will,� was the reply of the other figure. Naruto figured out easily
it belonged to the shark�face.

�You�re no fun at all, un!� huffed the first voice, before both stepped near
Naruto, grabbing each one of his arms, and starting to pull him out of his
cage.

The change was not sudden, and
Naruto had all the time in the world to get used to the light in the corridor,
and the different smell of the other parts of the cave, together with the
dampness lingering in the air.

Slowly, as fresh air filled his
lungs, and light was finally enough for him to be able to see more than just a
few inches from his nose, Naruto felt some part of him, deep inside, click;
he�d been close to losing himself; and not to Kyuubi, but to despair.

He�d been allowing the dread, the
pain, and the loneliness get a grip on his mind, and he�d not been thinking
properly.

Ok, he was not strong enough to even
imagine defeating the Akatsuki. The fact that his chakra was blocked out of his
reach was , and of course, in this situation, he was
helpless� But that didn�t mean he would not try and fight with everything he
had.

He only had to wait. Something in
him burned anew with the thought (the
hope) that whatever stopped them from taking Kyuubi away would be effective
enough to not break.

He was still himself. Not broken� not yet.

��

He was moved again, but not back to
the same cage as before. Not as dark, not as segregated, not as cold.

They had tested him, tested the
seal, his energy, moulding their chakra to fight off what protected Kyuubi from
their greedy hands.

Hours were spent under their
testing, seeing them produce hand seals and jutsus, failing every time.

The seal resisted.

He didn�t know if it was because of
his chakra being blocked out, but none of the jutsus hurt him, leaving his mind
to recover from the past (days? Weeks?) hours.

Now he was in another room, seals
still on his arms and legs, but the one on his stomach had been taken away.
Blue eyes tiredly stared down at himself, wishing he
was strong enough to try and run away.

He didn�t know where he was, nor how would he escape the place, but even in his strain
his will was still there.

He wanted to run away.

He would return to his village, no
matter what.

For now, they didn�t count him as a
threat, because he could not access his chakra, and was still weak from the
strain he went through. Their eyes said nothing, their
faces were unreadable as they stared at him, working on the seal, failing.

After what felt like eternity, they
had stopped. No more wasting chakra, their leader had said.

If he weren�t this weak, this tired,
Naruto would have chuckled.

He�d resisted the torture. He�d
resisted, and he was still alive to tell the tale. And most of all, he was
still himself.

They left him free to walk in the
lower parts of their hideout, since nothing was there but empty cages, rooms
filled with books and scrolls, and stone. But darkness covered everything, so
it didn�t matter. He didn�t even have chakra to flare up a little flame. He
couldn�t understand where he was, or how much time had passed, so he just
wandered around, seeing nothing, waiting.

For what, he himself didn�t know.

It was hard to heal and rest without
Kyuubi, and dark thoughts were hard to dispel, especially if there was proof of
them.

Weak.

He was weak. All his strength was Kyuubi�s,
and he wanted to be recognized� but this was not his power. This was the demon�s.

It would be right to call him a
demon, since every time he won was by using that power.

In the end, he merely sat down on
his new futon. There was nothing he could do for the present moment, only wait
to get better. Then, he would try to escape.

��

�The seal can�t be removed.�

The deep voice was filled with a
hidden amount of rage, and all of them knew this meant nothing good.

The last time the man they called
leader had been enraged, three villages had been exterminated to the point
where nothing remained of them once he was finished, not even the ruins to
state there had been a village before.

�That seal has been created with the
precise purpose to activate whenever someone tries to break the first part,� a
voice spoke, explaining what he had found out. The figure speaking was tall,
and his greenish eyes were glowing in the half�darkness; he was one of the
members that came last at the meeting, one that had been appointed to capture
the Nibi no Nekomata. �It�s rigged so that the moment the first seal starts to
disappear by force, the first seal�s chakra flares up and converts to the
second stage, a stronger series of kanji and signs that grow steadier each time
the seal is forced down. It�s a never ending process� it won�t disappear,
because it feeds of the chakra of the vessel.�

His speciality being the seals, he
was the one that had examined Naruto�s, in order to find why they hadn�t been
able to extract Kyuubi no Kitsune. Not one of the lesser demons had been this
hard to take out, but not one had been sealed with such a creative,
and effective seal.

Despite this creativity being the
cause of their failure, the green eyed shinobi couldn�t help but admire the
skills of the one that had performed that seal, giving up his life in doing so.

�There is no way to take Kyuubi out
without killing his host, but by killing him, Kyuubi will die as well, and
then�� then, they would be stopped
forever.

They needed all the demons.

Shaking his head, the man continued
slowly, �And despite the host being so young, his reserves of chakra, and his
strength, don�t depend on Kyuubi�s influence. He has a lot of potential, and by
what Kisame and Itachi reported to us, he can use and control the chakra of the
demon. With this unusual trait, seeing that the other Jinchuuriki were
possessed and not in control of the power they received, there is no way we
would be able to dispel the seal. Not even a genius would achieve this.�

White, blank eyes blinked slowly,
the wave of rage retreating from his aura causing some confused stares to turn
towards the leader. Only one of the members present could see in the darkness
around him enough to notice the evil, cold smirk that was now on the leader�s
face, and the one who did shuddered under the amount of maliciousness he
detected.

�We will keep the Jinchuuriki here,
until we find a way to use the demon�s powers to our advantage. Until then, the
seals on his arms and legs won�t be removed, and he will have one of us
guarding him.�

The white eyes turned towards a
silent shadow, who had been standing away from them.
�Itachi, you will be the one to watch over the Jinchuuriki.�

Crimson eyes swirled for a second,
then, without answering, Itachi turned and walked away.

�For now, your insolence won�t be punished,� the leader thought.

��

Naruto felt almost naked under the
steady stare of the ebony haired shinobi, as if Itachi knew everything about
him, as if he could see deep inside his soul.

Darkness curled around them, shadows
brought by some lights lit up by Itachi, and positioned around. It was better
than before, Naruto thought.

He knew what Itachi saw in him as he
looked down, crimson eyes emotionless, and despised himself for it; Itachi saw
weakness� unworthiness.

Naruto would have been shocked to
notice that he faintly cared for the opinion Itachi had of him, if he weren�t
too occupied by returning the stare. But then again, Naruto held a strong
respect for the Uchiha, no matter what.

Naruto had learned how to respect
each and every one of his enemies, because, in their own way, they were all
worthy beings, strong and determined. No matter if they were psychopathic
killers, or missing�nins, or insane creatures that lived by taking on others�
bodies.

Others would be shocked if they ever
found out, but Naruto felt this way; he always respected those stronger than
him, and even those weaker. He could take seriously each and every one of them,
with no exceptions.

Naruto could see friendship, care,
and loyalty; he could see all the good aspects in a person, but he could also
see the darkest ones, and most of all, he could see power and strength.

He�d seen the respect in the eyes of
the villagers and the shinobi looking at the Hokage, because he was the most
powerful ninja of Konoha. But, as every other ninja, a Hokage killed, a Hokage
followed orders and laws, some right, some wrong.

Naruto knew better than this� he
could be one to change people, laws, and correct some wrong things, but he was
a shinobi as well. One couldn�t change the shinobi way of life� not even with
his nindo. Not entirely anyway.

He could not stop people from
killing each other� it was how life for a ninja was. He could stop unjust
traits, and he could fight for happiness, but he couldn�t stop death and wars.
He was human. Everyone was human.

Naruto knew as much.

And maybe, he was strange himself.

He could still remember Haku�s words, that he would keep on protecting the person he loved,
even if others thought it to be wrong. He could remember how he�d felt fighting
Gaara� knowing they were just the same. He could remember Sasuke� and what had
happened to him as well.

They were all similar in a way, and
really, he could not despise any of them, because they did what they believed
was right to do.

There were not words to explain why,
but Naruto simply felt no disgust for any of them. And, even if he could not
agree with their reasons, he could understand them. Their actions came from how
they were.

One decided to die for the one he
loved the most, one decided to close his heart away so as not to be hurt ever
again, and one decided to sacrifice everything for his revenge.

And he�

He�d wanted to become Hokage,
because he would be recognized.

Each one of
their �dreams�, their �goals�, was selfish in a way� but it was theirs.

Blue orbs were captured again by red
eyes, and once more Naruto realized that Itachi was still staring at him, and
he could not understand the meaning.

Naruto couldn�t explain it all, not
even to himself; but seeing Itachi there, staring down at him this way� made
him feel strange.

He didn�t know why Itachi had wiped
away all his clan, his family, his relatives, and left only Sasuke alive. He�d
felt he could know the hatred, he knew
he was right� but he didn�t know the reasons.

Maybe he too, had a special reason.
Something that, to him, made sense�

Something that
was everything for him, just strong enough to give up his family for.

Hatred.

Something had to be beneath it. Underneath the underneath�

Naruto knew that maybe he was
twisted as well, to think this way (others would be disgusted or deeply afraid
of Itachi) but he felt� in a way, he was (attracted)
intrigued by Itachi.

Some irrational part of him (wished) wanted to be able to understand
the man. To be able to reach out him as well, like he did with Haku, Gaara, and
Sasuke, even if the latter betrayed him in the very end. To
reach out and understand.

A reason�

Naruto shifted and stood up, feeling
weary and confused, and with the distinct feeling inside him that maybe he was
just as inhuman as others pictured him to be�

To be able to not only respect
someone like Itachi, but to be intrigued by him, almost� drawn towards�

He was definitely insane.

But as he stood without speaking,
reaching not even Itachi�s shoulders in height, his eyes sparkled again with
life, something that had almost lost up to now. He accepted his �insanity� for
what it was, knowing that, indeed, he would not be able to change himself to be
what others wanted him to be.

As others did before him� he would
simply follow his road. This was him� carrying inside his soul many different
ideals� and beliefs.

The raven haired shinobi observed.
His crimson eyes stared down at the young blond, apart of his mind wondering
how such a person could have endured the pain of the extraction until the very
end, and then, everything that was connected to his past and Kyuubi.

And he accepted that he had grown to
respect that boy. Because underneath the loudness and the foolish
overconfidence, he had a strong will.

But then he had seen that will
diminish when caged, in their hands. He�d waited, with a growing interest,
observing him until now, to see if Naruto would disappoint him as well� and
he�d watched him fight, and show them that he was not broken. And, as he now
stared down at Naruto, being stared back at almost as intensely, he saw it
return.

The brightness flashed in those blue
eyes again.

That was the light Itachi had waited
for.

A light that, for the first time in many
years, had intrigued him and interested him.

Coming from someone that apparently
had nothing special� but it was a false impression. Naruto had something
different from any other person he�d met. Determination.
Stubbornness. Innocence, even.

He wanted to own it. The light, the innocence and, still, the
knowledge of many horrors and pains.

He wanted it.

Naruto stared inside a pair of
crimson orbs, his mind vaguely realizing they were drawing nearer at each
blink, and then, not even a second later, he was being slammed against the wall
of the room; his eyes never left Itachi�s as he felt (more than saw) him draw
near� and near� until their lips met.

It was not a sweet kiss �but Naruto
hadn�t expected it to be; the lips on his were cool, and sent shudders through
his back. It was a foreign sensation, not even comparable to when he and Sasuke
had kissed at school �that had been a clumsy mistake, and he hadn�t liked it
one bit.

But now�

This was different.

Even if they were cool, the burning
sensation that the lips of Itachi (Itachi, of all people� was kissing him)
caused inside him was nothing less than shattering. A flame flared up inside
his chest, doubled when a tongue licked at his lips, forcing them apart only to
sneak inside, ravishing him.

It was hot.

Everything was hot and dizzy, and
all rational thought left his mind the moment he touched those lips.

Something burning and strong was
pooling inside him, blurring his sight, un-focusing his brain, eliciting a
throaty moan from the blond as he let himself be held against the wall �not
stopping� he could not, he would not.

Itachi pulled away for a moment,
licking his lips as they separated, and Naruto let out a low groan, feeling
faint� his hands gripping the black haired shinobi�s shoulders, so as not to
fall on the ground; Naruto was hit by two opposite desires, both strong and
deep. One was to run away as fast as he could, yelling and
kicking for Itachi to let go� to stop. The other was to lean over for
more.

He wanted more.

Any rational thought (�he�s a killer� a murderer� he cares nothing
if I live or not� he hurt Sasuke, Kakashi�sensei, everyone, me�) meant
nothing. He didn�t care. He just wanted more� more of the kiss, more, something
he could not explain completely nor understand, something
that was wrong to do with him, with Itachi, with a man�

More.

Everything blurred away again when
those lips returned on his, fierce, hungrier, claiming his lips, his tongue,
with a hunger that Naruto felt glad to submit to. His mind drowning in the
foreign sensation, Naruto let himself go. As simple as that.

Ocean eyes closed in acceptance as
his hands gripped tighter on the robe on Itachi�s shoulders, allowing the
daring tongue to lick at his lips, to enter his mouth, ravishing him, doing
things that made his legs give away because of the sheer� lust� passion� he
felt.

A moan came from him, muffled in the
other�s mouth, completely surrendered as he fell in Itachi�s arms.

The world spun around him, and then,
the feeling of the ground under his back. No time to think (no need to) as the
cool lips moved to his neck. Swollen lips parted in a moan at the feeling, head
thrashing to the right to give more space.

Continue.

A silent plea,
and he did.

Teeth, tongue, lips, bit, licked,
kissed his neck, reaching up for his earlobe, moving down to his collarbone,
sending shudders and flames of pleasure
through his body.

Arching his back, Naruto felt the
faint texture of Itachi�s shirt under his fingers, the only thing he could
anchor himself to so as not to be drained away by the waves of pleasure rocking
his body.

Sight blurred, he gasped and writhed
when a hand sneaked under his shirt to stroke against the skin of his stomach,
above the seal. Naruto groaned, as this was one of his most sensitive parts.

Pleasure.

But he needed more. He didn�t know
exactly what he wanted, but he needed it even more than breathing�

His next moan echoed through the air
like Itachi�s name, a plea, low and vibrant, and was promptly satisfied when
his shirt was ripped away from him, soon followed by his pants. The sudden
nakedness shamed him, as much as the vulnerability of his position under
Itachi, and the realization that this was (sinfully
right) wrong �plainly wrong� �What am
I doing?�� but everything blurred away in fire as
those cool lips met his nipple.

He gasped as Itachi bit hard,
drawing blood, and then licking it away, pleasure and pain mixing together, a
sweet pain, and a bitter pleasure.

No more desire to run away, no more
fear or knowledge of how wrong it was, Naruto surrendered himself completely to
Itachi�s ministrations, moaning and writhing at each lick, bite, and kiss, his
knuckles white as they grabbed the shirt on the other�s chest.

A strangled cry left his parted
lips, and he arched his body as a probing tongue ran through the intricate sign
of the seal on his stomach.

�Ngh� more�� pleading came easy
in�between gasps and moans, his head thrashing around in need of more.

His legs parted of their own accord,
offering to Itachi the alluring sight of the sweaty blond teen�s body, pre�cum
leaking from his arousal almost sensuously.

Leaning down on him, Itachi slowly
licked away the thick substance, feeling Naruto tense and gasp underneath him,
shocked by the feeling of the other�s tongue on his erection, nails digging
through the shirt Itachi still had on.

Naruto�s mind short�circuited when a
wet, hot mouth enveloped him, eyes snapping open, seeing a blurred darkness
above him, tears forming at the corners of his blue orbs.

Too much� pleasure� so much it hurt.

But as it came, the pleasure
retreated as the hotness around him disappeared; before he could moan in loss,
however, he felt himself suddenly flipped around, so he was facing the cold
ground with his face, ragged breathes shaking his frame, his stomach pressed on
the floor.

Sudden discomfort as something touched him down there, and,
without warning, entered him.

But the pleasure from before was
still clouding his mind, so, despite the uneasiness and the embarrassment of
having someone seeing (and touching) him there, he let Itachi stretch him with
one, two, and finally three fingers, feeling them penetrate him deeply.

And then, again, suddenly, he felt
the fingers being replaced by something bigger, something that entered him fully
and filled him, causing a sharp twinge to run through his entire frame.

It hurt. A lot �it felt like being
slowly ripped apart, and a part of him cried hard �Wrong! It�s wrong! Stop!�. Tears trickled
down his cheeks, as he tried desperately to stop shaking, pain rippling through
him at each breath, and before he could further prepare, Itachi pushed himself
hard into Naruto.

Lust flashed through crimson pools
as the raven haired shinobi heard the strangled yell coming out of Naruto�s
lips, before starting a fast, harsh pace, thrusting into the blond hastily,
gripping his hips when the younger teen tried to move away from him.

After the first slams, which only
deepened his pain, Naruto felt he was getting used to the feeling, and relaxed
his tense muscles, making Itachi go even deeper in him. Naruto didn�t know what
to think, and forced open his eyes, his trembling arms slowly lifting him up
onto his hands and knees.

The new position, together with his
body accepting the invasion, caused Naruto to feel less pressured, and, as he
closed again his eyes, he felt a sparkling shiver of pleasure hit him again; he
had no time to concentrate on it though, because, at that moment, a sharp
thrust from Itachi caused him to hit a spot inside Naruto.

The blond saw white as pleasure,
sheer, absolute pleasure, filled him; it was different from before, as it was
deeper, and he felt his hands give up, his upper body falling down on his
elbows, his head thrown backwards, a strangled yowl
leaving his lips, followed by short gasps.

Breathing was difficult now, as
pleasure continued to envelope his mind; his body felt like it was in warm
water, floating in pleasure.

He kept on screaming hard, now each
thrust hit that spot again, over and over, as he pushed backwards of his own
accord, meeting Itachi�s movements with his own.

It was pure ecstasy, moving like
they were dancing, sweat pouring out of their frames. One of Itachi�s hands
sneaked downwards to grab Naruto�s ignored arousal, pumping it hard in rhythm
with the thrusts, and Naruto felt he was loosing contact with the world around
him, too lost in the pleasure to care.

Suddenly, time seemed to stop, and
the flames curling around his stomach reached their peak. With no warning,
Naruto tensed and arched his back, coming fiercely, crying out Itachi�s name;
Itachi soon followed, briefly closing his eyes as he too reached his climax.

Naruto slumped down on the ground,
everything blurred and spinning around him, his frame shivering in the
aftermath of sex, pleasure still running inside him.

Then, as his eyes met with the
blurred sight of Itachi�s face above him, his eyes rolled backwards, and he
fainted.

Itachi�s breathing slowly calmed
down, and he stood up, not taking is eyes away from the unconscious frame of
the blond. He (admired) stared down
at him before closing the black mantle around him, eyes as unreadable as ever.

Without a word, Itachi turned around
and walked away.

He didn�t acknowledge that, for the
first time since (forever) a long
time, his shoulders were not tense anymore.

��

Cepheus: why I had them have sex so early? If you don�t
get it by yourself, I�ll tell you next chapter :P love
you all!

Review. Please. I deserved them for this one, did I not?
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