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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Thanks to all the reviewers! And
thanks to my BETA Silent in Nightmares!

Cepheus: so, we are
already on the fourteenth chapter, ne? Are you happy? I am not discontinuing
this! I love it too much! ;)

I love you
guys too! :) I am also working on some pictures of Naruto,
I�ll link you once I scan them up! I am also planning on doing a spin off from
WR with a one�shot about NejiShika. Would you people like that?

I love how
you are attentive of this fic. Some of you reading caught on small details I
left out for you to see, and asked me about them! :) like, why Konoha�s nins did not realize it was strange for Akatsuki to take
away Naruto�s body. Good! Impress me more!

Still� a little thing went
unnoticed. Don�t worry, it will appear again later on!

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Next update: Unknown.

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 14: Benefits

Silence stung.

It was neither the same deep,
haunting silence that the hideout of Akatsuki was filled with, nor the kind of
silence that now surrounded Konoha, uneasy and grave; this kind of silence was
complete, dark, and imposing.

It was like the silence was a dark
mist that curled and enveloped everything, eating it out of existence.

Although the darkness there was less
apparent, since there were many torches, and sometimes the light looked like it
was coming from nowhere, there was a sense of oppression there, the kind of
feeling that made you choke on your breath in fear of suffocation.

If the Akatsuki hideout appeared
like an imposing mountain, in the middle of nothing, this place instead gave
the appearance of a snake�s lair �and indeed it was.

There were not corridors and alleys
in there, but tunnels and holes, twisting and sneaking everywhere, like a
labyrinth, a trap where no one could hope to free themselves from.

In the middle of it, where every
single tunnel and secret passage headed to, there was an enormous hall,
completely made of stone and in something else that couldn�t be named, the
ceiling curving into a dome, the darkness hiding where it finished, and where
the nothingness started.

It wasn�t beautiful, it wasn�t even
scary in its own way �it was oppressing. It gave the feeling that something was
lurking in the shadows, ready to attack and kill at any chance; feeling your
heart beat faster, your breath itching in the heavy air, eyes darting around to
stare at every dark spot, not noticing the darkness advancing around, twirling
around your feet�

At a spot right in front of where
the tunnels turned into one, meeting a big hole that lead to the room, there was
a small set of steps in stone, of a darker tone than the rest, leading to a
stony throne�like seat, in which there were snakes carved in the material,
their eyes glinting in the darkness like crimson gems.

A figure was sitting there on the
throne, the paleness of its face standing out against the darkness so much it
looked like a ghost, a cascade of ebony hair falling on its shoulders, eyes
closed almost in contempt.

The figure was draped in a clean set
of clothes, one arm resting on the armpit of the throne, his chin leaning over
his hand, the other arm on his lap, holding a kunai.

The figure still on the throne did
not move when another figure appeared out of nowhere, crouching in front of him
with his head bowed. He hadn�t been taken by surprise with his arrival, since
he�d felt him approaching for the last few minutes.

Cold and emotionless eyes opened to
stare at the young man that now was standing there, expression unreadable.

�So you�re back, Kabuto,� the figure
on the throne said, his voice like silk, pleasant, but at the same chilling.

�Hai, Orochimaru�sama,� the figure
replied, one hand lifting up to his face to push back his glasses.

There was a moment of deep
unpleasant silence, then Kabuto straightened more.

�I went to Konohagakure after my
mission, like you ordered me to,� Kabuto bit his lip, wondering how to reveal
his latest discovery to his master.

Orochimaru waited, recognizing in
the minion�s face the traces of a well�hidden shock.

�It seems that Naruto�kun was
finally caught by Akatsuki, and even though the Godaime Hokage sent a squad to
rescue him, they were too late �Akatsuki apparently killed him, retrieving the
demon inside him.�

Orochimaru�s eyes turned into slits
hearing this.

Ever since his last meeting with the
teen, during his fight against his two ex�team mates, Orochimaru had come to
the conclusion that, although loud and untalented, the blond was determined,
and had a strong will, and could indeed prove to be dangerous to him, if the
organization ever happened to get their hands on him.

He�d decided to kill Naruto, but
failed because of Tsunade and Jiraiya, and now it was too late. Akatsuki had
extracted the Bijuu.

That meant they would turn to Suna,
in search of the last Jinchuuriki, Sabaku no Gaara.

�When did this happen?� Orochimaru
demanded to know, his fingers twisting around the handle of the kunai.

�Two weeks ago, Orochimaru�sama�
Kabuto replied. �Godaime Hokage also wrote Naruto-kun�s name on the Memorial,
but I heard Akatsuki took away his body.�

Orochimaru frowned.

This was strange. Why would they
keep the teen�s body when the Bijuu had been already extracted? It didn�t make
sense. And if Naruto was dead, but they had not taken out the demon, that meant
the demon died with the Jinchuuriki.

Akatsuki had no need for a body, and
by his own experience, the extraction jutsu caused the instant death of the
Jinchuuriki in the moment the demon was out of his body.

Why would they keep his body,
unless�

�Is there any evidence of the
Akatsuki moving for Ichibi no Shukaku?� he leaned forwards, glaring at his
minion with danger filled eyes.

Kabuto�s eyes widened,
and he forced his body still so as not to take a step backwards. The look in
Orochimaru�s eyes did not promise anything good.

�No�� he replied, silently congratulating
himself for his steady tone. �It seems like they decided to lay low��

Orochimaru leaned back on his seat. Sou ka.

It looked like he was right. Two
weeks were enough for the two members charged of the Ichibi�s
Jinchuuriki to recover and move to Suna, because, now that the stronger one had
been taken away, nothing was between them and their goal except the last one
standing �the Sand kid.

Unless the
extraction had been, for the first time, a failure.

Orochimaru was not a fool; he knew
the genius of the one that had placed the seal on Naruto, Yondaime. He knew
what he was capable of, and he�d always been fairly good with seals. Orochimaru
knew exactly just how many the Yellow Flash of Konoha had created himself,
above all the special one used to seal Kyuubi in Naruto� that he�d changed
personally to fit the purpose he was aiming for.

Something he�d felt on his own skin,
thanks to his foolish sensei, Sarutobi Sandaime Hokage.

That meant�

Either the Akatsuki had failed to
retrieve the demon, and both Kyuubi and the Jinchuuriki were dead, or they had
failed, and both were still alive. Orochimaru knew that the life of one
depended on the other, and, if they were to separate, neither would survive.

That was the only meaning of sealing
a demon soul into a baby. Because that was the only way a baby would be able to
accept such a strong source of chakra and power, without dying instantly under
the pressure; this was the only way a seal could work, and trap the demon
inside a human body.

A child�s chakra would slowly settle
and change while growing, effectively controlling and accepting the foreign one
as part of his own, the two flows of chakra melding to become one.

If the two beings were to then be
separated, or if the demon were to escape the body, both souls would die.

That much was the strength of a
simple sealing method combined with Yondaime�s genius.

The Akatsuki�s jutsu was only an
exception, but only because the demon�s spirit died as well in the extraction, and its power was converted into energy and
absorbed together with the others that had already been collected.

Either way, Orochimaru knew that
Akatsuki would not be able to take Kyuubi away. If they hadn�t been able to the
first time, they would never get it. Orochimaru was sure Yondaime had found a
way to protect the child he was using as a container, and prevent anything from
happening to him.

The Snake�s face turned thoughtful,
knowing that, either way, Akatsuki suddenly found itself in deep shit �without
one of the demons, they would never achieve their goal. No matter which demon
it was. But it was even worse if the one missing was the strongest: Kyuubi no
Kitsune.

So that surely meant the Kyuubi brat
was still alive� or else they wouldn�t have taken his body away.

They were trying to find a different
way to take Kyuubi out.

Orochimaru was sure he could expect
something ferocious from them the moment they realized the truth �but not one
of them knew the nature of the seal like him, that had known the creator.

Nonetheless, to everyone, Naruto was
dead. That could be an advantage in many ways�

A sinister smirk appeared on his
lips.

�Why keep the news to ourselves
then, Kabuto?� he said. His tone was dropping low, and Kabuto felt sweat roll
down his face. �I don�t think it would be nice from us to keep Sasuke in the
dark about his dear friend�s death� send him to me, then.�

Kabuto frowned but nodded, and,
bowing, he disappeared.

Orochimaru felt the smirk increase
on his face.

At least, he could use that news to
crush the last hopes his pupil would have, if there were any, deep inside him.

��

Naruto was awakened by not�too�soft
steps drawing near, and, opening his eyes, he saw a figure appearing to stand
in front of him.

It looked like there was more light in the undergrounds now, for which he was
actually grateful, and, as he stared up at the person that had appeared, he
took a breath of relief, seeing it was not Itachi (he wasn�t sure he could deal
with the Uchiha right now).

The one in front of him was tall,
and had straw coloured hair, part of which was in a high ponytail�ish thing while the rest fell down on a part of his face so
as to hide one eye. The other one was open wildly and staring at him with
something Naruto could recognize as amusement.

Naruto had to restrain himself from
insulting him, mostly because he was not in the position to argue his
misfortunes with one of his captors.

The guy wore an Akatsuki outfit (as
expected) and, in one hand, he had a bucket of water, whilst in the other he
had a can of food �the kind of emergency food cans ninja were bound to take
with them during missions.

Naruto blinked at the sight; he
remembered the smell of this guy from somewhere, but he could not place where
he�d met him before �if he was a �he� in the first place. He looked too
feminine, but at the same time, not.

�So you�re awake, un?�
the guy spoke. �I brought you water, un, I thought you
would want to wash up!�

Naruto grimaced lightly at the
strange way of speaking the person had (he was now convinced almost completely
it was a male), but was glad for the water and the food.

He could feel his body ache as he
took the bucket and the can, the weight of the first almost making him stumble.
He flushed red with embarrassment, since he didn�t like this kind of weakness.

He knew he had to eat, and try to
gain back at least his physical strength, so he could try to escape from here.

Staring up at the guy, who didn�t
look like he was going to move any time soon, he decided to wash himself later
( he had enough self consciousness to feel uneasy about removing his clothes in
front of another person), and to eat now, mostly because he was starving.

He didn�t know exactly how much time
had passed since he�d been there in the darkness, but he knew it had to be at
least one week, and no one had brought anything but water to drink.

Now, in any case, they were bringing
him something else.

�Who are you, anyway?� he asked.

It felt strange, trying to start a
conversation with one of his captors, much less a �friendly� one, but he�d
broken all rules by letting Itachi have his way with him, so there was nothing
much left to be shocked about, and it wasn�t like he enjoyed the silence.

If he were to be truthful, he
loathed it, because it made him think about things he didn�t want to spare a
thought on.

�The name�s Deidara, un! I had a
feeling Itachi�san wasn�t feeding you anyway, un,� he nodded at his own words,
and stared down as Naruto began eating the emergency food in the can, his
stomach growling now that he was finally being fed.

The blond stared up. So, he was
called Deidara. The straw haired shinobi moved his head to the left, allowing
Naruto to recognize the symbol on his hitai�ate. It seemed like this �Deidara�
guy was from the Tsuchi no Kuni.

He looked too� bright and cheerful
to be such a bad guy, Naruto mused. But there again, Haku himself had looked
pretty harmless before he tried to kill him and Sasuke with icy senbons and ice
mirrors.

He�d long since stopped associating
the appearance of people with their effective strength� even Jiraiya, despite
his dumb face, was strong.

Deidara stared at him as he ate, his
right eye fixed on the blond. Deidara noted that the� difference between this guy, and the one that
had tried to attack him, in a feral way, not even a week before, was huge; this
teen here, he looked almost normal, too much for the kind of situation he was
in.

The straw haired shinobi wondered if
this guy was normal at all.

And he was quickly getting bored,
too �he�d thought the kid would provide him some amusement, but he was way too
calm for Deidara�s own liking.

Naruto finished eating, and was
presented with another can. He took it, wondering why this guy was being so
nice with him �they probably didn�t want the vessel to die, or else the demon
would too�

Naruto handed over the empty can,
but the moment Deidara�s hand was outstretched to grab it, a cut opened on his
palm, and Naruto pulled back, horrified to see a mouth (a fucking mouth) with a tongue rolling out right
there.

He felt vaguely sick.

Deidara, who had been staring down
at him with slight amusement and a sparkling eye (which was normal for someone
like him, who was not normal at all) laughed seeing the astonished face of the
teen, �Your village friends had the same expression when I met them, un�,� he commented, shaking his head with a smirk.

Naruto snapped into focus, and
glared at the older shinobi as he heard that.

�You saw them?� he inquired, feeling
something clench in his stomach.

�Un!� Deidara didn�t look like he was
unhappy to surrender the news. He found the reactions he got for his added
mouths interesting; besides, there was nothing secret about that, and it was
not like the blond vessel would be leaving anytime soon. �That was a second
before they were told you were dead� Itachi-san showed them your lifeless body,
un!�

Naruto froze.

So that was the truth about it. By
the freaky leader�s words, Konoha thought he was dead, but he hadn�t thought
the Akatsuki had shown them his body. He had obviously been unconscious, but
for them to believe he was dead�

There again, Naruto thought as his
shoulders dropped slightly, he knew his chakra was completely hidden under the
seals. It was clear that, without a chakra pattern, they would believe he was
dead.

He had to restrain himself from
thinking about Itachi, and the fact that it had been him that had been lying to
the rescue team. Comparing that to the act he�d been a spectator and an actual
participant of, he found the thought slightly upsetting, even though he didn�t
know why.

�Who was there?� he asked again,
closing his eyes.

�How should I know, I don�t care
about Konoha�s freaks, un!� Deidara laughed.

Hearing that, Naruto glared up at
the young man, eyes turning into slits, managing to let off a dark killer aura
even without chakra.

It was one thing to put him down, as
everyone in Konoha had always done, but he would never allow anyone to speak
badly about his friends. Especially if the one speaking was a
guy with mouths in his hands.

�They are not freaks,� he hissed.

He normally would have thrown a
tantrum and been fine with it, but at the moment yelling and waving around his
arms didn�t seem at all appealing, both due to his tiredness and to the fact
that�

After the night
before�

He couldn�t help but cringe slightly
at the thought of acting like a fool.

There was a deep sense of uneasiness
in thinking that, after everything that had happened, he would be thrashing
around and acting stupidly, screaming and doing things to catch attention. He
had too much attention already, and he�d reasoned he didn�t want anymore.

It wasn�t like the attention towards
him was good anyway� it had only brought him pain. The kind of attention he
sought was something he clearly knew he would never receive, and the attention
he did receive was far from appealing to him.

Everything always revolved around
Kyuubi, and Naruto felt he would never be seen for what he was, and not for the
vessel of the demon in him; even Jiraiya, when teaching him, had always
mentioned his second chakra, and how he should use it at his advantage.

Naruto had had enough of the fox.
Could he ever be great without relying to its existence? Would he ever be able
to stand on his own, and be recognized as a great ninja if not for the Kyuubi
in him?

Naruto wanted to believe he would be
strong enough without the demon�s power. He just needed to prove it to himself,
and to no one else. Why prove it to people? They would just glare at him, and
if they were his friends, would never believe he�d done anything without the fox.

But Naruto knew that if he ever did
something by himself, without the help of the double chakra, he would be
satisfied.

He would obviously keep on getting
stronger, but faced what he�d faced (last but not least what had happened with
Itachi) he thought it was now time to stop being stupid.

It was not the best way to gain
power and to be recognized, even though he�d fooled himself by thinking that
way.

As it was a part of him, he knew he
could not simply stop being hot�headed and impulsive, but he had to calm down.
Acting blindly would only end with him in trouble, which had happened once too
many times already, and from the last time, he wasn�t safe yet.

He stubbornly glared at the straw
haired shinobi, who wasn�t the last bit affected by that. That was the proof.
He was still weak. He could not call himself a real shinobi,
he had never taken his role and the life he had chosen seriously.

He�d even braced for death, which
did not come, but he had childishly tried to close his eyes to what being a
shinobi really meant, even after Haku and Zabuza. Even after Gaara. Even after
Sasuke and Itachi�

He had his own way of ninja. But he
would have to embrace what a ninja was, to be able to change himself
and prove his worth�

Step by step.

He knew so much.

So, instead of being his usual self,
he merely glared. Not that was very effective, after all, the other was a S�class Missing�nin, but that could be thought of as a
start of some sorts.

�Oh, are they not?� Deidara wasn�t
fazed by his coldness, and merely waved a mouthed hand.

Naruto really could not accept
anyone bad mouthing his friends. �You bastard,� he seethed. �I won�t stay here
listening to you shitting my friends!�

His hands turned into tight fists as
he gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down; he didn�t need this, not
after deciding he should calm down and start taking things seriously!

This was harder than expected.

�Deidara,� came
a cold voice from behind them.

Both turned towards the voice, and,
in the entrance of the room, they saw Itachi standing, just as cool and
unreadable as always. His eyes were darkened charcoal pits as he glared at his
companion, and, for the first time, Naruto caught a glance of him without his
Sharingan on �as sure as hell he�d never believed him to have normal eyes, for
how stupid that must seem.

And still, the black eyes looked out
of place, because there was too much black.

Hair, clothes, mood, and eyes.

Naruto felt a shudder run through
his body.

Then again, he didn�t look half that
bad either.

�What the fuck?!� he berated himself for his thoughts, and mentally slapped himself. This
was not the thing he was supposed to be thinking at the moment.

Deidara would never admit he was
scared of Itachi, so he put on his best innocent smirk, and waved at the Uchiha,
raising one eyebrow almost flirtatiously before stepping towards him, �You
weren�t even feeding him properly, not to mention the cleaning, un!� the
expression on Itachi�s face didn�t change. �Are you listening to me?�

Itachi stared at him with a glare
that could have had any big guy cower in fright, and Deidara gulped, and,
before he could think of what he was doing, he had already taken a step
backwards.

�Go away,� Itachi simply said, his voice cool and composed.

Deidara muttered something under his
breath, before waving dramatically and walking away. As his footsteps
disappeared in the distance, the silence enveloped the place again, and Naruto
mused that, if not for his strangeness, he would have enjoyed talking with that
weird guy. At least, it proved he was still alive; there was now a damn deadly
silence in there, and he didn�t enjoy it, nor the
stillness.

�Clean yourself,� Naruto almost
jumped out of his skin, hearing the voice speak to him.

He cast a glance at the older
shinobi only to find him leaning against the wall, as dark as usual. Naruto
wondered how someone like Itachi could end up like this; as he discarded his
jacket and shirt, since there was nothing else to do (and it was not like
Itachi hadn�t seen him naked already, for how ashamed Naruto was thinking about
it), the blond found himself thinking about the Uchiha in general.

He�d been into their compound, even
if that day seemed so long ago he wasn�t even sure about it anymore, and he
wondered, not for the first time, what brought Itachi to wipe away his entire
clan.

Not just the shinobi; he killed all
the Uchiha that were living as villagers, even the kids.

Seeing such an insane massacre made
Naruto shudder, but then again, as he peered at Itachi from the corner of his
eye, he found the idea of him killing everyone wrong.

Not that he
wouldn�t be able to; he could, and it wouldn�t take much to wipe away an entire village.

But he�d seen Itachi.

He was always collected and
impenetrable, so what could have caused him to decide to end his life as a
Konohagakure ninja to become an S�rank missing�nin like this?

Hatred, a hatred so strong Naruto
felt afraid to try and understand it, but, at the same time, even more up to
the challenge.

It wasn�t because he felt he could
understand, or because he cared. He could not explain why he wanted to clear
his past and the Uchiha�s.

But he was determined in trying to
understand. After all, Uchiha Itachi interested him as much as he scared him.

Naruto had never seen such power,
and control, in a person. No one was as strong as Itachi was. The thought that he would be able to even kill someone like Tsunade
or Jiraiya scared Naruto� but at the same time, allured him.

He wanted to know.

The blond cringed as cold water hit
the scratches on his hands, making them itch, but he could see they were fading
quickly. He splashed some of the liquid on his face, and was refreshed as well,
revelling in the feeling of the droplets dripping from his chin.

Taking a breath (not too deep,
because otherwise his lungs would burn and protest) he put his head inside the
bucket, coming out spluttering and gasping, the chilling cold of the water
transferring to his skin, but he didn�t care.

He felt the dirt being washed from
him, and that was all that mattered.

He proceeded to scrub his arms with
the water, wishing he had some soap, but accepting what he could get -he wasn�t
in a hotel after all; he was a prisoner in a huge �something� somewhere.

He mildly decided he would try and
find out where he was as his first course of action.

The teen�s eyes lingered on the
seals around his wrists, but he decided to ignore them for the present moment,
seeing he could do nothing about them anyway.

He had completely forgotten Itachi
by now, as he kicked his pants away and washed his legs as well (this with a
huge sense of relief) and, when he looked at his side, he saw there was a pile
of old fabrics he had previously missed, and limped towards them, drying
himself.

He noticed the fabrics were sort of
old tents with rough material, with some dust on them, but he quickly took one
at the bottom of the pile which was relatively clean. That place, more like an
underground area, looked like a stock room.

He couldn�t do any better, and he
would settle with this instead of whining.

He knew it could have been worse.

Stretching, he heard some of his
bones snap, and turned towards his clothes with the intent of putting them on
again�

�Only to find himself face to face
with Itachi, who was so near he could feel the older boy�s breath on his face.

How could he have moved this fast�

Naruto yelped and backed away, only
to bump against the wall with a loud thud. What a way to act; he�d completely
forgotten about the Uchiha, and there he was, standing almost naked�

Naruto paled.

He wouldn�t.

He wouldn�t want� that again, would he?

Itachi simply stared at him, his
eyes moving from his naked chest to the rest of his body, lingering on the seal
on Naruto�s stomach that was now covered by an invisible seal, then moving
upwards again, charcoal orbs meeting with shocked blue ones.

The look he�d been giving him�
Naruto could almost physically see the lust, even if nothing appeared in those
cold eyes. He didn�t understand, but he felt a similar rush of desire tingle in
his body, and widened his eyes in denial as Itachi stepped towards him.

�No!� Naruto gripped the wall with
his hands as if trying to find a way out, but again, he was trapped and knew
it.

Itachi didn�t seem to care as he
moved so that his own hands were pressed against the wall at the sides of
Naruto�s head. Their eyes met again, and Naruto had to fight the renewed desire
flashing inside him.

�No!� he repeated, close to
panicking. �I� I don�t want it!� he lied.

It was wrong, he knew it. The first
time it had happened so suddenly that they had no time to think, or reject. The
first time had been needed.

But now� he knew what was going to
happen if he let it. He knew it. And for how much he could deny it� he wanted
it to happen. Badly.

And he was sure Itachi was aware of
it, because he did not move away.

�You�re� the enemy!� the heat of
another body close to his own, the need to be near that kind of warmth, after
the coldness of the underground� he felt his own body starting to react to it.
He shook his head forcibly. �This shouldn�t be happening! It�s wrong!�

Itachi leaned over, his lips
hovering over Naruto�s left ear, his hot breathing making the blond teen
tremble.

�There is no such thing as wrong and
right, Naruto�kun,� his voice was astonishingly void of emotion.

Naruto�s eyes closed against his
will, flushing even though, technically, Itachi wasn�t even touching him,
shaking his head no.

�You are not betraying your
village,� Itachi continued. �There is nothing wrong.�

Naruto knew he wasn�t saying the
truth. He knew he would feel guilty, and that there was nothing right in what
they had done (and would be doing)� but a part of him, a part that grew bigger
and stronger each moment passing by, had hoped to hear those words.

That he was not betraying everything
he held dear because of his desires. That he was not doing something horribly
wrong and selfish.

This was what he wanted to believe�

�Fuck��

He didn�t want to care� for once,
only for this time� he wanted to ignore what was reasonable and just� enjoy.

His shoulders dropped, accepting the
fact that he and Itachi were actually going to� how should he refer to that?
They were not friends. But they had benefits�

He had no further time to think
about it, because a pair of lips descended onto his, a tongue slipping inside
his mouth hungrily, ravishing him.

Naruto moaned into the kiss, his
fingers again curling on Itachi�s shirt. Hesitantly, he tried to kiss back,
fighting Itachi�s tongue with his own; the retaliation was instantaneous
�Itachi rendered him powerless as he controlled the kiss completely.

Naruto frowned ever so slightly as
Itachi moved to his neck almost harshly, biting and licking one spot that sent
shudders and trembles through Naruto; he didn�t like the fact that he was again
almost completely naked, while Itachi was fully clothed� like last time.

Biting his lip hard to suppress a
moan, trying to focus his mind despite the flashes of pleasure Itachi was
causing with his lips, teeth, and tongue, Naruto let his hands drop lower,
hesitantly slipping under Itachi�s shirt and trailing back up, brushing
tentatively against the shinobi�s nipples.

In the blink of an eye, Naruto found
his arms pinned above his head by one of Itachi�s hands, and had barely the
time to think �that�s not just about
power� he doesn�t like to be touched�?� before his boxers were pushed down
and two fingers entered him without hesitation �together.

There could have been shock, because
there was almost no pain �just a little uneasiness at the intrusion. But he had
no time to think about it at all, as pleasure hit him with a jolt.

Naruto gasped and tensed, arching
his back and choking on his breath, in disbelief. How could�

The fingers retreated and slammed
hard into him again, hitting once more the bundle of nerves that drove Naruto
mad; any thought about power, control, or anything else shattered into nothing
as Naruto held onto Itachi as pleasure hit him strongly at each violent thrust.

Naruto threw his head back as he
came, his frame trembling madly as he let himself fall against Itachi.

As his pants started to calm down,
and his blurred eyes focused again, groaning, as his body was still tingling
with pleasure, he realized that the raven haired shinobi was staring down at
him unblinkingly.

Naruto blushed hard,
embarrassed that Itachi had been staring at him as he came, and the fact that
he still had two fingers inside didn�t make it any easier.

At every breath, the fingers brushed
against his prostate, making him groan as he bucked towards them, almost
unconsciously.

Itachi pulled the fingers out, and
leaned down to lick Naruto clean, the feeling of that tongue lapping at him
causing the blond to part his legs; Itachi settled between them and, pressing
the teen�s back against the wall, he entered Naruto
without much resistance or pain, as if he�d done this for years.

Naruto groaned in approval, resting
his forehead against the older shinobi�s clothed chest.

��

Two figures stood bowed in front of
a third one, whose face was twisted into an angered grimace.

His black hair fell over his white,
blank eyes, that were two mere slits holding so much rage that the two Akatsuki
members in front of him were restless standing there, knowing it would take
their leader nothing to kill them if he were to snap.

The reason of his anger was simple
enough.

They had tried everything they could
to break the seal, but nothing had worked for it� it would not fade away.

The problem was severe, because,
with such a strong seal preventing them from extracting the demon from the vessel,
their quest up to now had been worthless. Without the strongest of the youkai,
there was nothing to do that would help them succeed.

Even though they could try and get
the last Bijuu, now residing in Sunagakure, that would prove to be a waste of
time, and solve nothing. Even if they had all the others, nine demons were
needed to finish the jutsu.

Trying it without one (especially
without the Kyuubi) could end with the death of each and every one of them, and
the disappearance of the demons� power they had taken up to that moment.

The leader of the Akatsuki tried to
calm himself down. He hadn�t been on his quest this
long only to find it crush in front of him as he stretched his hand out; he
only had to find another way to take the control of Kyuubi.

He�d been patient enough to wait
some more.

One of the two figures, the same
that had worked on seals for good part of his life, gulped down nervously and
addressed his leader, bowing even more in front of him, �Kyoohei�sama, what
if��

He had no time to say anything more,
because he was suddenly flying across the room, and slammed hard against the
wall on the other end of the alley, coughing up blood as he cringed at the
pain.

He had made a mistake.

A split second later he found
himself staring deep into white sightless eyes, which bore into him like two
blank voids, a hand curled dangerously around his throat, making it hard to breath. He gasped as he felt the fingers tighten.

�There is a price to pay for whoever
speaks that name aloud,� the leader�s
voice hissed venomously. �That, or the rest of it,
that belongs to a clan I never felt part of.�

�G� gomen�,� he pleaded. �Gomen� I
won�t� say it again��

The hand released him, and he fell
down, coughing hard. The leader stared down at him with an unreadable
expression, knowing that killing him would only be a waste.

�Last warning,� he hissed.

Then, his voice returned normal and
void, �What were you saying?�

The man knew better than to stall,
and he hastily stood up again, backing away from the leader.

�If the boy were to lose control of
his emotions, it would be something that the seal can�t stop. The chakra of the
demon and the boy seems to be bound together, flaring up with the vessel�s
emotions. During that time, the beast temporarily takes over. In the moment the
demon is partially in control there could be a possibility to invert the seal,�
he stuttered, tripping over a few words so as to speak faster.

The blank eyed man stepped forwards
sharply, �That would put Kyuubi in control of the body, and block the vessel�s
mind?�

The man nodded warily.

�With the demon on the surface, we
could perform a simple soul extracting jutsu instead of the usual one, because
the demon would be in control �I am not completely sure that would work, but��

�There is a chance it could,� there
was a glint in the white eyes as the raven haired shinobi turned to look at the
other Akatsuki member in the room, who had spoken. �It�s our last possibility,
after all.�

The other man, whose figure was now
standing, looking like a stretched silhouette, was nodding as he added some
more, �The percentage of success is high enough,� he admitted.

For the first time, on the leader�s
face appeared a smirk. Cold, evil, and absolutely morbid.
It shadowed his face completely, causing a deep contrast with the blindly
whiteness of his eyes, a signal that everything was starting to move again.

�Then we should make sure to settle
everything in place.�

��

Darkness almost deafened the soft
hissing tone that was speaking, barely audible but with a hint of malice and
satisfaction that could be clearly heard in it.

There were few words he could use to
explain, and he used them all. Harshly, pleasantly, almost as
if making a comment on the weather, instead of a supposed death. Curling and petting every detail, adding a few suppositions to make
it even more hurtful.

Every word hit hard, like an icy
dagger.

Dark black eyes blended into crimson
as the voice stopped speaking.

In a corner, a pair of glasses
glinted with a stray flicker of light, a hand covering his face to push them in
place, at the same time hiding a smirk.

The news had been reported.

Only silence met the revelation,
only broken by the shattering sound of a metal kunai clanging on the stony
floor.

Of the three shapes in the room, now
only two remained as the last one disappeared in a startling cloud of smoke,
leaving behind the lingering feeling of a dark aura filled with hatred and
barely suppressed rage.

The two remaining shapes stared at
one another, and both smirked in satisfaction.

��

Cepheus: another chapter out. Phew. Please, tell me what
you think of it! :) does it deserve a review? If it does, please, drop one!
I�ll love you!

I have to explain
something. Please, read: Itachi
is bound to get slightly OOC. Not overly so, but in need for this fic to go on,
he needs to start doing things� OOC. Itachi and sex
can�t be placed together (even though Itachi is sexy, I don�t see him fucking
with random people), and Itachi and love is even worse (come on, it�s not him).
To make this a ItaNaru, you have to accept that. Don�t
stop reading this, I didn�t delude you before, I won�t start now.
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