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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: “The Avenger”
When Sasuke finished his story, the night had come again, and stars crowded into the sky like glittering white pearls. In the center of them all was the moon. It lay in a blaze, wreathed by twisted, coiling black clouds. Like the eye of a blind man, Naruto thought. Then he lowered his gaze back to earth.
The other boy was staring at him. Waiting.
“A remarkable tale,” Naruto allowed.
“You must believe me, Naruto. Everything you know about the Night of Blood is a lie. Everything you know about your master is a lie. And this is the truth.”
“So you claim. Have you proof?”
“Proof? I remember! And so does he!”
“Perhaps we ought to ask him, then.”
Sasuke turned away, lips pressed tight. For a while he was silent. At last he said, “Do ya believe me, or don’t ya?”
Naruto was not sure. It was a horrible, ghastly story. “Everything you know about your master is a lie…” Yet the facts seemed to fit. The Warlord’s scar, right where a slaveseal would be. The times he had seen the Warlord with a basin of silver-stained water. Would Master Itachi keep such a secret from him? The slaveboy did not think so, but then he did not think his master would hide magic powers, either. And the Warlord had known Sasuke somehow. “Why, my dear little demon, you look just like me.” Yet what of the others? The Warlord’s friends, counselors, enemies. How could they fail to notice the deception? The closest had all been killed, perhaps. As for the rest… if the two brothers were really look-alikes, almost twins… the facial burns might be enough to conceal any differences of appearance, the Night of Blood enough to explain any inconsistencies in behavior. Naruto remembered Misain Arashi’s words. “Itachi-sama was reborn that night…”
Naruto did not say all that to Sasuke, though. Instead he asked, “And if I do not believe you? What shall you do then?”
“Justice.” Sasuke’s jade eyes glinted beneath the moon. “I’ll do justice, and no one is gonna stop me. Not you. Not anyone.”
“So you’ll kill me.”
“Naruto… Naruto, please. I love you.”
“Oh, do you? So you claim. I cannot judge the truth of it.” Naruto’s tone was more bitter than he intended. “One moment you are a giggling fool, the next a ruthless assassin. Even the way you talk is different. Which is it? The Innocent or the Avenger? Who are you really, Sasuke?”
Sasuke hesitated. “I… I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
“Of that I have no doubt.”
“Please, try to understand! I was barely three when the Warlord sold me into slavery. The slavemasters forced me to work in a gold mine. Runnin’ messages at first, hauling stones when I was a little older. It was hell, Naruto. We lived and worked in constant darkness, with hardly any sleep, and even less food. Only half the slaves who went down there ever came out again. Almost none of the kids. But I kept my name. And I remembered. That’s what kept me going. I fed on hate and I feasted on dreams of revenge. Finally, when I was eight, I killed the overseer and escaped the mines.
“I knew I had to find Otsutsuki Hagoromo. He was the only one who knew the truth, ‘sides me. I crossed the sea to ask him for help. But Hagoromo-sama refused me. He was a monk, he said, and had forsworn hatred. Hate had turned him crazy before, but that was over now. Now God’s kindness had given him peace. I couldn’t understand. How could he forget what the Warlord had done? So Hagoromo-sama showed me. He taught me about Kiyome, and kindness, and justice. He gave me a place in the monastery. I learned how ta’ plant a garden, and read the poems of Kishimo Jiraiya, and care for the sick. And I started to dream of new things. Not revenge, but freedom. Beauty. Happiness. Love.”
Naruto laughed. “How idyllic. Yet I’m curious on one point. How does a gardener become a slave whore?”
“Because it wasn’t enough. I tried ta’ forget, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be free, to be innocent… but then I’d remember that night. I’d remember my half-brother’s burning face. So I went to Hagoromo-sama. I pleaded, I begged. Eventually he agreed to train me as a ninja. By that time Hagoromo-sama had awakened the Rinnegan—”
“The Rinnegan?” Naruto interrupted.
“His bloodline. You must’ve heard the rumors. Eyes with the power to control the five elements, to heal the sick, to summon demons. They’re all true.”
“I see. So the man is no prophet, after all. Only an inhuman monstrosity.”
Sasuke frowned. “Hagoromo-sama is a prophet. Not because of his bloodline. Because of his ideals.”
“Ah, yes. Kiyome, the religion of peace. An odd name. All you people have brought is war and death.”
“Naruto, stop.” Sasuke ran his hands through his silver hair. “Let me finish, okay? By that time Hagoromo-sama was callin’ himself the Sage of Six Paths. As the Sage, he studied the use of spiritual energy—what you people call ‘magic’—and trained his disciples to use it too. With both the Rinnegan and chakra jutsu, no one could stand against us. Not even the Juubi, the ten-tailed beast that had rampaged over so many countries. Hagoromo-sama defeated the Juubi, and in gratitude the rival empires of Genoa and Ilithia both converted to Kiyome. In two years we conquered the entire south. Then we started ta’ prepare for the invasion the north. Hagoromo-sama sent me over here first, to make trouble. I took on the mask of the Kitsune, after the shapeshifting demon fox in southern legends. And I killed as many of the Warlord’s minions as I could.”
“Of course.” It was all clear to Naruto now. “And you became a slave whore so you could get access. You fucked them in the morning, and slit their throats at night. Who would suspect the sweet little whore of doing the bloody deed?”
“I did what I had to do.”
“As do we all. Tell me, Sasuke. Who’s a better fuck, me or Nara Kakashi? How about me or the Sage of Six Paths? He diddled you too, or am I wrong?”
“Stop, Naruto. Stop!” Sasuke’s eyes were wet with tears. “Why do you have to be like this? I told you everything… I love you! You asshole!”
With amazing speed the whore ran away and disappeared into the ruins of Uchiha Castle.
Naruto was alone.
For a long moment he just sat there in the grass, at a loss. I should leave, he thought. Or find my sword, and kill him. Instead he shivered and wrapped his chest with his arms. In the night Uchiha Castle was a maze of dark, formless shadows. From somewhere Naruto heard a soft howling sound, and he was in such a state of mind that at first he imagined it was a ghost, a wedding guest raised from the grave and out for blood. But it was only the wind, rattling past crumbled stone.
What am I doing? He did not know. Last night he had jumped off a cliff to behead the Demon Fox. But now all his resolution, all his surety had left him. Naruto sensed that he was at a crossroads. On one side was his master. On the other side was Sasuke. He wanted to go down both roads, he desperately wished for it, but in the end he could take only one. And which one was up to him. The sensation was unfamiliar. He had never had it in his whole life, he had never believed it possible. A choice. A bloody choice, and the wrong one means death.
Slowly, he got up, and went to find Sasuke.
The other boy was huddled beside a broken statue overlooking the sea, sniffling, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. Naruto sat next to him. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“You should be.”
“Sasuke… I’m sorry. About everything.” Naruto reached out a hand to touch the boy’s shoulder. It was bruised, so he made sure not to press too hard. “I… I believe you.”
“Ya believe I’m Uchiha Sasuke?”
Naruto nodded.
The other boy turned his head, and they saw face to face. Sasuke’s hair was ghostly in the night wind, but his eyes were dark and hot. “Ya believe I love you?”
“Why?” Naruto whispered. “I don’t understand.”
How could you love someone like me?
“Naruto.” Gently Sasuke brought a hand up to cup his cheek. “You dummy, don’t ya get it? You think ya’re just a slaveboy. But you’re not. Ya’re more than that, so much more… ya’re kind. Ya’re got a heart. The Warlord took your name. He took your freedom. But he never took that. Never.” Sasuke ran his fingers slow through Naruto’s locks of golden hair. “When I’m with ya… you make me forget. The pain. The hatred. Ya make me forget it all. And I need that. You, I need you. Don’t leave me. Please.”
They kissed.
Sasuke’s mouth was warm and soft as silk, his tongue as wicked as his grasping hands, darting all over. “Sasuke,” Naruto gasped, panting for breath. The other boy giggled, undoing the belt of Naruto’s kimono and sliding bony arms around his chest. Naruto hissed at the touch, feeling the bruises under his bandages. “That hurts. Not so hard.”
“Sorry,” Sasuke whispered. He did not sound sorry, though, and when he pressed Naruto to the ground his weight fell right where it hurt the most. Naruto pushed back, elbowing Sasuke in the side, fingers reaching up to squeeze his forearm. This time it was Sasuke’s turn to grunt in pain.
“I cut you there, didn’t I? ” Naruto laughed, touching the bandage tenderly. “Did I leave a scar?”
“Ya’ll have to stick me deeper than that.”
“How unfortunate. I—uhhh”—Naruto groaned as Sasuke bit at his neck—“I seem to have misplaced my sword.”
“Oh? So what’s this?” Sasuke slipped a hand beneath Naruto’s loincloth. His cock was stiff as steel, and as wet as a bloody blade. Sasuke stroked the slender shaft with his long fingers, rubbing the tip with his thumb.
“That,” Naruto gasped, “That’ll leave a scar of a different sort.”
Sasuke only smiled, a flash of insolent white. Naruto felt a sharp nail dig into the slit of his penis, making him cry out. “Fuck you,” he panted.
“I thought ya’d never ask.”
With one hand the other boy undid the loincloth while he pulled off his own clothes with the other. In a moment they were both naked, Naruto’s angry purple erection and Sasuke’s taut, bony body. Sasuke climbed atop the prone Naruto, knees straddling Naruto’s sides. “Sasuke!” he started to say, only to break off in a groan when the other boy slid onto his dick with a tight sucking sound.
“Naruto,” Sasuke whispered, hot ass muscles clenching against Naruto’s shaft. His hands pushed against Naruto’s stomach, riding him hard and fast. “Scar me, Naruto!” Naruto moaned, his face flushed red, wide blue eyes fluttering with ecstasy. Sasuke was moving so fast he was bouncing, screaming Naruto’s name every time he slammed down on him. “Naruto! I love you!”
Naruto arched his back desperately. “I love you, too!” His fingers dug into the grass, hips thrusting in concert with Sasuke’s slams. “Sa—Sasuke, ngh…”
“Naruto… damnit… my dick…” Sasuke’s penis quivered in the cool night air, a tiny red spear between his pale legs. Naruto brought up his hands to pleasure it. One hand grabbed Sasuke’s ballsack while the other jerked up and down the shaft. The hard length throbbed in Naruto’s fist, unbearably hot. “Naruto!” Sasuke moaned, bouncing furiously. “Naruto!”
“Sasuke!” It was too much. Naruto exploded, jets of hot cum shooting out into Sasuke’s ass. Sasuke ejaculated at the same time. White sticky liquid splattered into Naruto’s palm and dripped through the cracks in his fingers. Sasuke writhed in climax, sphincter contracting so tight Naruto was sure his dick would break. “Sasuke, ah! Ahh!”
All at once it was over. Sasuke rolled off him and to the side, making soft shuddering sounds. His arm fell against Naruto’s chest. Their faces brushed together. Naruto panted, gently stroking the other boy’s tangled silver hair. There were bandages around the head, stained with dry blood.
“I love you,” Sasuke murmured.
There was a pause. And then again, “I need you.”
I know what you need, Naruto thought.
Abruptly Naruto got up, pushing Sasuke’s arm off him. In front of him there was a broken statue of black marble, worn and cracked, missing the left side of its body. It seemed to be some sort of bird-like creature. He looked closer, and saw that it was a raven. The raven’s head was tilted, and a glassy black eye looked out beyond the rocky shore to the Endless Sea. Moonlight leaked out from behind the clouds, scattering pale ripples on the smooth water. In the distance, at the mouth of Fire Fan Bay, tiny fishing boat lights twinkled on and off like stars.
He heard Sasuke come up behind him. “You’ve read Kishimo Jiraiya,” Naruto said without turning. “Do you know the one about the castle?”
“It’s my favorite poem.” So saying, Sasuke recited it:
Countries may fall,
But their rivers and mountains remain.
When spring comes to the ruined castle,
The grass is green again.
“I thought it would be,” Naruto said. It was spring now, and the grass of Uchiha Castle was green indeed. But the people are all still dead. Naruto felt a chill, an ocean wind that fluttered open his robe and prickled the naked skin of his thighs. “You want my help.”
Sasuke’s voice was very soft. “Yes.”
“You want me to betray my master.”
“He deserves it.” Sasuke dangled his arms around Naruto’s neck, pulling himself close. “Ya’re as much his victim as me. Don’t ya get it? The Warlord invaded your village. He murdered your parents. He made you a slave. He gave you his slave name! The name he burned off his own face to escape. That’s what he thinks of ya, Naruto. He hates you.”
Master Itachi raised me, Naruto wanted to tell him. He took care of me, he made me strong. He gave me the only name that I have. But when he opened his mouth to speak no sound came out.
Sasuke had moved to the front, his naked body sliding against Naruto’s own. “Help me, Naruto,” he begged. The boy’s skin was slick with sweat, his breath as warm and sweet as summer. When he clutched at Naruto, his limbs trembled with a desperate, needy strength. “I can’t beat him alone. But we’ll do it together. Please. Avenge your family. Avenge yourself, and be free.” Strands of silver hair flapped in a breeze that stung of salt, that stank of coming storms. A pale glimmer danced across bright green eyes. “Will ya help me, Naruto?”
“Yes,” whispered the slaveboy then. “Oh, yes.”
Next: CHAPTER FOURTEEN: “Outcast”
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