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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 Seventeen: Temptation
“You don't need to turn blind,” a voice said right next to them.
Being busy kissing neither Sasuke nor Naruto had paid attention to what was going on around them, but they recognized the voice well by now.
“You can still transplant Itachi's eyes.”
The boys looked up. Madara disappeared from his place behind the boys' bench and reappeared in front of it.
“It's not necessary,” Sasuke said. “People here have other means to return my eyesight back to normal.” He thought for a second. “Means that don't include any risky surgery and that leave Itachi's body intact.”
Itachi should be cremated properly, he thought. Obviously he was still at Madara's head quarters. Meaning that he , Sasuke, needed to retrieve the body.
“It won't work indefinitely,” Madara said. “Your eyesight will deteriorate more and more, and then whatever means they have here won't be strong enough to give your eyesight back to you. You'll be blind then.”
“It won't matter,” Naruto said, laying his arm around Sasuke's shoulders. “I'll look after him.”
Sasuke leant against him, and they clung to each other as they had the during their first encounter with Madara in Music Town. This time, however, there were a lot of their fully-trained colleagues around them, trying to protect them. Two of them were approaching Madara from behind.
“You don't have any idea about the means they have here,” Sasuke said. “So don't tell me how long they will work.”
“Transplanting Itachi's eyes and obtaining the Mangekyou Sharingan will also give you powers the world hasn't seen before,” Madara continued. “You'll become invincible. Not only the kyuubi but all the bijuu will do your bidding. You'll move through different dimensions as easily as you walk through the streets of this town. You'll be immortal and stay young forever.”
“What use would that be when Naruto grows old at my side and dies? And what would I use that power for – to defeat you? I wonder why you offer it to me.” Sasuke smiled, then another thought crossed his mind. “Also, people in this town have other powers at their disposal, and they teach them to us. I don't need the power I gain through Itachi's eyes.”
Naruto was listening and watching what was happening around them. Now he decided to intervene: “We should discuss this elsewhere,” he said. “There's too many people here.”
Sasuke and Madara looked around: Two policewomen who were supposed to protect the boys were approaching them. Naruto got up, and dragging Sasuke after him he took position between Madara and the policewomen. The women, however, simply went around them.
“You heard it: these boys don't want to talk to you, so you leave them alone now,” one of them said. “Also, we need to check your identity. So if you please show us your ID or some other official documents.”
Madara vanished. The policewoman looked perplexed.
“That's his space-time-ninjutsu,” Naruto explained. “And you shouldn't try to arrest him just by talking to him. He's an extremely powerful ninja, not someone who stole his firm's money.”
The woman still looked perplexed.
“At least he left, and stopped harassing you,” her colleague said.
“He still thinks that eventually he will be able to persuade me to follow him again,” Sasuke said. “He still doesn't risk a fight against the two of us, and even more he avoids a confrontation with people in Music Town. There will be a point, however, when he realizes that he can't persuade me, and then you better keep at a safe distance.”
“You better be careful too,” the woman said. “We'll accompany you home now.”
It was absurd, but the boys obeyed. Only when they were alone in their flat they talked about what had happened.
“Our plan was to lure him out of town,” Naruto said. “You just kept talking to him.”
“What should I have done?” Sasuke replied. “What should I have said? Should I have told him to come with me so that we could fight without destroying the town?”
Naruto shrugged. It wouldn't have worked, and also, he wasn't very eager to fight. He enjoyed life, after all. However he knew that he and Sasuke would have to fight Madara eventually, and risk their lives. It was their duty.
“Next time we'll manage,” he said. “We'll lure Madara out of town, and fight him, and die as true Shinobi.”
Sasuke nodded, and smiled faintly. His smile lit the broader and more open smile of Naruto, who felt all warm and tender suddenly. They were sitting side by side on the sofa, but now Naruto changed position so that he half lay, half sat on Sasuke's lap.
“We'll die side by side,” he said. “We'll grow old side by side and then die as old men, or we'll die now side by side when we fight Madara. It won't matter.”
Formerly he had thought that love meant to protect each other, and be ready to sacrifice yourself for each other, but now it seemed that dying side by side was much more appropriate.
He caressed Sasuke's face and neck. Sasuke looked out of the window, lost in thoughts. He was still most beautiful like this, Naruto thought, serious and soft at the same time. He sometimes lost sight of Sasuke's beauty, mostly when Sasuke made a fool of himself trying to adapt to the standards of Music Town, but now he saw it again.
Sasuke smiled and looked down at Naruto and appeared even more beautiful.
“If we die fighting Madara we cannot drive Danzou out of office,” he said. “And I want you to become Hokage of Konoha.”
He returned Naruto's gesture, caressing his face and his neck, and most of all the whisker marks, he bent down to kiss his cheeks and then Naruto returned the kiss and they remained kissing for several minutes, their lips and tongues playing with each other.
They broke up the kiss when Sasuke needed to change position as the old one was getting uncomfortable. He lay down next to Naruto, supporting himself on his elbows.
“You should have told me about the Mangekyou and its risks,” Naruto said.
“What would it have changed?”
Naruto shrugged. “I would have known,” he replied.
Again they caressed each other's faces, and then also their chests. Sasuke moved his hand under Naruto's shirt, and again looked at him, and Naruto's smile gave him permission to change the nature of his caresses: not just tender any more, but arousing. After a while Naruto sat up to open the buttons of Sasuke's shirt, and they touched each other's bodies as they had not done for quite a while, making certain that each square centimetre of skin got its due share of attention.
Naruto still wanted to be careful because of the kyuubi, so he stopped Sasuke's hand on his cock before he could have climaxed. In solidarity, Sasuke reclined from having an orgasm too: Naruto tried to convince him to have one all the same (Sasuke's behaviour did not seem logical to him at all), but then he understood him and stopped to insist. For the moment, what they had was enough.
The next morning they were called to the head of the police's office (luckily during some rather boring class.)
“I've been informed about yesterday's incident,” the head of the police said. “I hope you can provide me with more details. Also I need to know why you did not go home promptly after your visit to the ophtalmologist.”
“I needed to know why his eyesight had worsened,” Naruto replied.
“Could that not have waited until you were at home again?”
“No. It was important.”
The head of the police did not seem convinced.
“So because it was important to know about the nature of Sasuke's short-sightedness you spent several minutes on the park bench, kissing and making out, and not paying attention to what was going on around you. So what happened when Madara turned up? What did you talk about?”
Naruto looked at Sasuke. Sasuke was glad that Naruto had not mentioned the Mangekyou so far, as he didn't want people in Music Town to know about it (mostly because he felt ashamed of it because of the way it was acquired.) Now he would have to speak for himself:
“Madara offered me my dead brother's eyes,” he said.
“What? What for?” the head of the police asked, looking disgusted.
“To transplant them.”
“Just to cure your short-sightedness? Is that not a bit extreme?”
“It's a ninja thing,” Sasuke explained, making his voice sound as neutral as possible (or, in Naruto's perception, taking resort to his old habit of appearing extremely arrogant.) “By transplanting another ninja's body parts we can acquire his special skills.”
“Without training?”
“With some training. The point is that without these body parts you cannot learn these special skills at all, no matter how much you train. It's techniques that are ingrained into the other person's body.”
“That's gross,” the head of the police said. “Mutilating another person's dead body in order to acquire his skills. Did you accept the offer?”
“No.”
“Good. Don't accept anything.”
“I wouldn't want to desecrate my brother's body either,” Sasuke said. “I want to retrieve it, and cremate it according to our customs.”
“We'll inform the ninja countries about your request. They haven't yet been able to locate Madara's base, but they are working on it. They should succeed soon. - So can you tell us more details about your conversation with Madara?”
Sasuke retold the conversation as well as he could. The head of the police nodded approvingly, making Sasuke feel a bit more comfortable. In the end Naruto took up the thread again, telling how the policewomen had come to their rescue and how Madara had vanished.
“That space-time-jutsu is really a nuisance,” the head of the police said. “How shall we arrest him if he can simply escape to another dimension?” He looked at the boys. “Do you know anything about this jutsu? Does it have any weak spots? Any prerequisites?”
“I can do some space-time jutsu myself,” Sasuke said. “Though not on that level. It costs me a lot of chakra so that I only use it as a last resort, not because I am too lazy to walk. I could follow Madara into that other dimension, however, and fight him there.”
“Don't. It's too risky. If you want to be useful try to think of some method to prevent him from using the jutsu. Our aim is still to arrest him in Music Town.”
“You shouldn't,” Naruto replied. “He won't allow himself to be arrested without a fight. Your staff is no match for him. Yesterday they were lucky that he used his jutsu instead of fighting them.”
Surprisingly, the head of the police admitted that probably the women had made a mistake: “I've talked to them and instructed them not to attempt to arrest him until he's ready to surrender.”
“I don't think this will ever happen,” Naruto said.
“It will, when he understands that his situation is hopeless. The ninja countries are searching for his base, and the main reason why they haven't yet found it is that they still disagree about details of their cooperation, and also whether they should include Konoha or not. As soon as they've sorted out these difficulties they will find the base and uplift it. Also we have arrested one of Madara's henchmen.”
“Kisame?”
“Some weird guy with leaves. Is that Kisame?”
“No, that's the weird plant guy. Kisame is a weird shark guy.”
“Ah.”
“How did you manage to capture the plant guy?”
“He was tracking a friend of yours, Karin. When our staff noticed him they approached Karin in order to shield her against a possible attack, and when the plant guy saw this he vanished. Really, there should be a law against these vanishing jutsu. Though with the plant guy we were lucky: Karin saw that the man's chakra vanished into the earth, not into some other dimension, meaning that we could take counter measures. The next time we met him we lured him onto the sidewalk so that the earth was no longer accessible to him.”
“How did you manage to lure him to a place that's hostile to him, robbing him of his powers?”
“They drew him into a conversation. One of our staff approached him, saying that he looked as if he had lost his way, and whether she might help him. He reacted confused, and when she pointed out to him the direction to the central market place with the tourist information and the main attractions for tourists he followed her to the sidewalk. It seems that being talked to was such an extraordinary situation for him that he lost his ability to protect himself. We arrested him, and currently he's in prison. He enjoys talking and gives us a lot of useful information. We have to keep his feet in a flower-pot, however, and water him every other hour. Really, you ninja produce strange people.”
“Sasuke and I have nothing to do with the plant guy,” Naruto said. “He's not even from Konoha.”
“It wasn't personal. So I have a task for the two of you: Next time Madara talks to you you don't discuss his offer. Instead you try to extract information from him: We need to know about his aims, his strategies, and his vulnerabilities. I wish I could shield you effectively from every contact with him, but with his space-time jutsu this is impossible. We will still do our best to protect you, and else we'll try to make the best of the situation. I'll organize some special training for you.”
“You don't need to worry about us,” Naruto said. “We are extremely powerful ninja.”
“Also I can already tell you about one of Madara's weak spots,” Sasuke added: “He loves to tell stories.”

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