Walking Corpse | By : suomynonakun Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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He shot up into a sitting position, remembering the fight. Naruto obviously had won. “Naruto!”
He had to catch up to him, try and get him back. Ignoring his pain, he tossed the covers aside, jumping out of bed. He hurriedly pulled his pants on and grabbed his shirt, running into the hallway. He never even saw the other person in front of him before he crashed into him, sending them both flying to the ground in a heap.
It took Sasuke a moment to do anything, for the pain in his ribs became mind shattering at the collision. Taking deep breaths, he finally lifted his head from the other man’s chest. His dark eyes widened as he looked into blue eyes and a whiskered face. The blonde locks Sasuke knew he had were still under his hitai-ate.
“Naruto—”
“Sasuke, with those special eyes of yours you would think you’d be able to look where you’re going in your own house,” Naruto said, raising his eyebrows in amusement.
“I thought you were—”
“I was.” Naruto looked to the side, suddenly finding the bottom of the wall to be extremely interesting. “But I couldn’t just leave you unconscious in the forest.” He turned back to Sasuke, who’s face remained hovering over him, and smiled timidly.
They stared at one another, Sasuke’s upper body rising and falling as Naruto breathed. It was then Sasuke realized their close proximity and, flushing, he quickly removed himself. As soon as he sat up he hissed, his ribs protesting painfully at the movement.
“You shouldn’t jar yourself like that,” Naruto chastised, sitting up as well. He stood before leaning over and helping Sasuke to his feet. The dark haired man draped an arm over his abdomen, and it was then he noticed the bandages that had been wrapped around his torso. He looked questioningly at Naruto, who didn’t meet his gaze as he helped Sasuke back to his room.
When Sasuke was sitting on the edge of his bed, Naruto finally spoke. “Listen, I’m— ”
“Sasuke-kun,” a voice called out. Sasuke turned to see his former sensei crouching on his windowsill. His silver hair flew about as haphazardly as always and his one visible lazy eye was trained on him.
Turning back to Naruto he noticed the other man had somehow managed to pull up his mask, effectively hiding most of his face and the whiskers that would give him away.
Sasuke sighed; any talk they were about to have was over. “What, Kakashi?” he said, impatiently.
Kakashi seemed to be amused, but of course, one never could tell when the only visible part of the jounin’s face was his right eye. “Such disrespect for your elders,” he said, shaking his head. “Tsunade-sama sent me to get you, an emergency meeting has been called to discuss new information she’s received.”
His eye moved over to Naruto, who was leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed. “Who’s your houseguest?” he asked.
The quick glance Naruto shot him was enough for Sasuke to understand he didn’t want his presence in Konoha known.
“A temporary visitor. The Hokage asked me to let him stay while he is in Konoha.”
Kakashi wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer. He saw the bandages the Anbu had on, and his sharp eye hadn’t missed the look the mysterious man had given Sasuke. Also, why would a visitor be wearing the Konoha hitai-ate? He decided to let it go for now, opting to say, “Welcome to Konoha. I like your mask.”
“Arigato,” the other replied with a slight bow. “Yours is very nice as well.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
Kakashi’s attention returned to Sasuke, who stood rather jerkily. He was obviously in a bit of pain.
“I’ll be there in a moment,” he told the jounin, pulling on his shirt. There was an obvious note of dismissal in his tone.
Kakashi nodded, hesitating. He wanted to know more about this houseguest and Sasuke’s injury; however, as much as he was loath to admit it, Sasuke was his superior. Because he was the younger man’s former sensei Kakashi could often get away with questioning him, but there were days his patience was not to be trifled with, and Kakashi could sense this was one of them. “I’ll inform the Hokage,” he told Sasuke before disappearing from the windowsill with one last glance at the masked man.
When he was gone Naruto spoke, but he left his mask in place, Sasuke noted. “He was certainly obedient, wasn’t he?”
“I outrank him,” Sasuke said, slowly putting on his Anbu uniform.
Naruto didn’t speak again while Sasuke finished dressing. The dark haired man turned to him suddenly, slipping on his black robes. “Are you going to try and leave again?” he asked, watching him unblinkingly.
Naruto appeared thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose I should at least wait until you heal so you won’t kill yourself coming after me in an injured condition,” he finally said, his eyes crinkling in what was unmistakably a grin.
Sasuke looked at him in surprise. He hadn’t expected Naruto to cave so quickly and he hadn’t expected the other man would realize that if he tried to leave again Sasuke would follow.
“You’ll stay?” he finally said.
“For now, yes. Only if you promise not to tell anyone else I’m here.”
Sasuke grunted in agreement, an action so like him Naruto nearly laughed. “I better not come back to find an empty house.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Sasuke, I promise. I don’t take back my words,” he said. “That’s my ninja way.”
~*~*~
Who’s at Sasuke’s house?”
Tsunade sighed, looking up at the jounin who’d just appeared in her office. She hadn’t decided how to go about Naruto’s return, but she and Jiraiya both agreed that the fewer people that knew the better. They knew Naruto would want to leave as soon as possible once this was over and if everyone knew he was alive it would make it more than a little difficult for him. It was bad enough Sasuke knew.
The young man had taken the news of Naruto’s death extremely hard and they all knew he blamed himself. Now that he knew Naruto was alive, Tsunade wondered if he’d let him go easily.
“Who did Sasuke say was at his house?” she asked carefully. If Kakashi didn’t know she certainly wasn’t going to enlighten him.
“A temporary visitor.”
“Yes,” Tsunade said, going back to her paper work. “That’s who he is.”
“What’s his name? He’s got a Konoha hitai-ate. Should we know him?”
“He’s a temporary visitor, Kakashi. Just leave it at that.”
The jounin frowned, completely unsatisfied.
There was a poof and Sasuke appeared, only recognizable by his fox Anbu mask.
“Sasuke.” Tsunade nodded in acknowledgment. She looked around. “Where’s…?”
“Was he supposed to come?” Sasuke asked.
“You left him alone?” Tsunade said, standing quickly. “He’ll run.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” Sasuke said firmly.
“How do you know?”
“He gave me his word,” Sasuke said.
Tsunade stilled.
‘A man’s words should never be taken back.’
‘I won’t take my words back. That is my ninja way.’
“Fine,” she said, taking her seat.
Kakashi, although he remained silent, watched the exchange with great interest.
Jiraiya walked into the office, ignoring the door and opting to use the hole Sasuke had made the night before.
“Tsunade, everyone’s gathered for the meeting.”
Kakashi, having just appeared in her office, hadn’t noticed the large gaping hole until then.
“What—happened to your wall?”
“Your former student and your crazy jutsu,” Tsunade said, standing and walking to Jiraiya.
Kakashi looked quickly at Sasuke, who stood with his arms crossed. His Anbu mask made him look anything but repentant. Sasuke had used Chidori last night? What was going on?
“Come on,” Jiraiya said, stepping back through the hole.
Sasuke moved to follow, saying nothing and grimacing behind his mask as his ribs ached.
“Hold on,” Tsunade said, raising a hand. “Sasuke, come here.”
The Anbu walked slowly to her. When he stood in front of her she frowned.
“Take off your robes.”
Jiraiya and Kakashi watched in confusion. Sasuke took off his robes, revealing the standard Anbu uniform, a silver colored sleeveless shirt over top a high necked black one and black pants. Black arm protectors were pulled up to his biceps, leaving just enough of his arm exposed to show the Anbu tattoo. Sasuke didn’t remove his mask.
Lifting his shirts, Tsunade looked at the bandages. “What happened?” she asked, placing her hand lightly on his wrapped torso.
“We had a—spar,” was his answer. The hesitation wasn’t missed by anyone in the room.
“Rough spar,” Tsunade commented. “He broke two of your ribs.”
Kakashi’s eyebrow rose. So that man had injured Sasuke. Getting hurt was a rare occurrence for Sasuke since the immergence of the third wheel of his sharingan. Tsunade and Jiraiya looked grim.
Sasuke said nothing.
Tsunade’s hand began to glow and Sasuke could feel the warmth of her chakra. When the glow stopped the pain was gone. After pulling his robes back on, Sasuke bowed. “Arigato, Tsunade-sama.”
She nodded and they made their way out of the office, heading to the meeting. Kakashi followed, watching Sasuke, now more curious than ever.
~*~*~
Naruto wondered what Sasuke did in his free time. His house was scarcely furnished, there was no TV to speak of, and the house was immaculate almost to the point that it felt unlived in, so it wasn’t even like he could clean to pass the time.
But Naruto knew Sasuke, at least, he had ten years before, and it wasn’t farfetched to assume that all of his free time was spent training.
Training was never a bad idea, Naruto concluded, and, after making sure his hair and face were covered, he made his way to the training grounds across rooftops. The only indication that he was moving was the faint breeze the villagers felt as he passed.
He landed soundlessly on the grass at the training grounds, looking around. It wasn’t much different from the years before.
Yelling drew his attention to the far end of the field.
“I will not let you have him, forehead girl!” a blonde woman with her hair pulled into a high ponytail screamed. Ino wore the exact same thing she did when she was younger, but she had a chuunin vest on.
“Shut up, Ino-pig, he’d never love you!”
Naruto nearly groaned. They were still fighting over Sasuke? Did they not get his complete lack of interest in anyone? Then again, he thought with a frown, it had been ten years. Maybe Sasuke was interested in one of them. Or someone else. He knew nothing of the raven haired man’s life.
Naruto almost fell over at the next words from the women. “Lee is mine, Ino-pig!”
Sakura still looked the same. She’d grown her pink hair long again after Sasuke had left Konoha when they were twelve, and it cascaded down to the small of her back now, same as it had when they were sixteen. Her attire was different; she still wore a sleeveless dress, similar in style to her old one, but it was a deep navy blue and went well with the chuunin vest she wore over top of it. He smiled at the sight of the vest, he was glad for her.
But they were fighting over Lee?
Ino paused at Sakura’s words. “Lee? I don’t want Lee! But I won’t let you have Shikamaru!”
Naruto had to physically bite his lip to stop himself from laughing.
“Shikamaru! Why would I want that lazy jounin?”
Ino sighed, twisting a strand of her hair from her long ponytail around a finger. “Sakura, this doesn’t work when we’re not fighting over the same guy.”
The strawberry haired girl laughed. “You’re right. Let’s just spar.”
Naruto watched the women fight. They used mostly Taijutsu, but occasionally they would use basic techniques, replacements or clones. Sakura’s skills had improved since he’d last seen her. She was excellent at using the clones and replacements to get in close to Ino and attack. Ino, however, had wonderful reaction time and managed to slash the pink haired woman’s arm with a kunai.
Naruto was surprised they were getting so vicious. Leaping back, Sakura pulled out several shuriken and sent them flying at Ino, who dodged, but was taken by surprise when Sakura followed the throwing stars, coming at her with a kunai. Using her kunai to block, they remained clashed, struggling against one another. Finally Ino ducked, kicking her foot out and swiping Sakura’s legs from under her.
Sakura landed on her back with a loud thump. “That hurt, Ino-pig!” Sakura said from the ground. Naruto watched her sit up and place a glowing hand onto her slashed arm, healing it. So Tsunade must have continued with her training.
Ino shrugged. “You’re the one who wanted to work on your inside guard, forehead girl.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s try again,” Sakura said, rolling her eyes and looking away. It was then her eyes fell on Naruto and she started in surprise. “Hello!” she called, waving him over.
Naruto thought about running away, but even he could see how suspicious a stranger running off would look. Shoving his hands into his pockets he walked over to the two women. “Hey,” he said, nodding at them.
Ino walked over and stood next to Sakura. Naruto raised an eyebrow as the blonde gave him a once over.
“Do you need the training grounds?” Sakura asked, staring into his brilliant blue eyes. They were so much like—
“No,” I was just going to work over there,” he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.
“So you were being a hentai and watching two sweaty women fight it out?” Ino asked, grinning.
“Ino!” Sakura said, while Naruto spluttered. “Ignore her,” she said to him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
“I’m just visiting for a bit,” Naruto said.
“But you have a Konoha hitai-ate,” Ino pointed out.
Naruto shrugged. “I travel a lot.”
Sakura and Ino exchanged glances but made no comment.
“So do you want to spar with us?” Sakura asked.
“Oh, no, I—”
“What level are you?” Ino asked, noticing he had no vest to distinguish his skill level.
Naruto paused. What level was he indeed. “Well…technically, I’m a chuunin.” He wondered vaguely what had happened to his vest after he’d left.
“Perfect!” Sakura said. “We’ll be evenly matched.”
“No, I don’t think—”
“What’s the matter?” Ino asked. “Afraid you’ll be beaten by two girls?”
Naruto smiled. Much about him may have changed in the past ten years, but his competitive nature had never completely diminished. “Alright. Let’s go.”
The women backed off and Naruto found himself between them. One could consider two on one unfair, but Naruto knew at this point he was definitely higher than the chuunin level.
“Okay, Sakura, let’s go!” Ino said, raising her arms. One hand was fisted and pulled close to her for a guard; the other was open, her palm facing him.
“Right!” Sakura said, dropping into her fighting stance.
Naruto remained relaxed. “You ladies done encouraging each other?” He was standing sideways in order to keep them both in his line of vision.
They both growled and ran towards him, remarkably similar. They seemed to be able to gauge one another’s thoughts, for as Sakura aimed a punch for his face, Ino lowered herself to kick his legs out from under him. He blocked the punch with his left arm and leapt above Ino’s legs. He flipped away, placing both women in front of him. They were both surprised. They’d expected to at least connect one hit.
With an almost imperceptible nod to one another they went at him again, opting to attack with speed. They did outnumber him, so he wouldn’t be able to block everything they threw at him. They rushed him, using quick combos that he simply blocked, using one hand per woman. His speed and reflexes were amazing and Sakura had to duck and roll away when he freed himself from Ino’s attack and decided to attack her.
Using his distraction with Sakura to her advantage, Ino planted her right foot into the ground, spinning and aiming a devastating roundhouse kick to his abdomen. She and Sakura could only blink when he turned and caught her by the ankle, using her momentum to spin her and toss her away, into Sakura. They both hit the ground painfully. Groaning, Ino sat up, and Sakura pushed the blonde off her lap.
“He’s too fast,” Ino panted, rubbing her ankle. “He might even be Saskue-kun’s speed.” They looked over to the man, who was waiting for them to get up. “He’s not even winded!” Ino said.
Sakura nodded, wiping the sweat from her face, leaving a dirt smudge across her cheek. “We need a way to slow him down,” she said.
“Give up?” he called to them.
“Leave it to me,” Ino said with a grin, struggling to her feet. “We’ll need a distraction though.”
Sakura smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Naruto watched them closely. It seemed they’d stopped underestimating him and had begun to plan something.
Sakura suddenly ran at him, pulling out two kunai.
“Whoa, getting serious are we?” he said.
She leapt into the air, tossing one kunai at him. He jumped away, keeping his eyes on her as she flew over his head, ready to throw other kunai. He kept his back to Ino, for he didn’t sense her coming closer. What he failed to notice was the blonde on her knees, her fingers ready in a seal.
When Ino slumped forward and the man stilled, Sakura cheered. Landing gracefully on the grass she pocketed her kunai and pulled out some rope. Now to tie the guy up.
~*~*~
Something wasn’t right. Ino watched as thousands of images, presumably the man’s memories, blurred past her too fast for her to see. Abruptly, the colors stopped and she was left in darkness. What was going on? Why didn’t she have control over his body?
She was beginning to panic. She couldn’t see anything, and without the use of the man’s fingers she couldn’t return to her body.
Suddenly, a low breathing filled her hearing. She whirled around, heartbeat quickening. “Who’s there?”
There was a clicking noise, reminiscent to a cat’s claws on tile as it prowled a kitchen. Her breaths were fast now.
“Are you afraid?” a deep voice asked from the darkness. She trembled. The voice seemed to come from every direction at once.
“Who are you?” she asked firmly, ignoring her shaking hands.
“Ino,” a gentle voice said. She whipped around to see the man she was fighting. He was all she could see; everything else remained black.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.
As she watched, the darkness behind him began to glow and suddenly there were two huge fiery eyes behind them, their burning gaze directed at her. She backed away in fear, biting back a scream.
“Foolish girl,” the first voice said. “You can’t posses the possessed.”
With that she felt a horrible jolt, and her consciousness flew back to her own body.
Sakura looked at her in surprise. She was just moving to tie him up.
Ino scrambled backwards, trying to distance herself from the man, who was shaking himself from a daze.
“What are you?” she whispered.
Sakura gaped at her, rope hanging loosely in her hands. The man’s soft blue eyes met her frightened gaze, his expression unreadable under the mask.
“Thanks for the spar,” he finally said. “I need to get going.”
Ino and Sakura watched him walk away, before leaping into the trees and out of their sight.
“What was that all about?” Sakura asked.
~*~*~
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Naruto berated himself, heading back to Sasuke's. “How could I forget that crazy skill of Ino’s?”
He didn’t know who knew about Kyuubi. Maybe after his “death” it had become common knowledge? If that was the case it wouldn’t take long for Ino to figure out who he was, especially if she got Sakura’s opinion.
Alighting on Sasuke’s roof he leapt down and into an open living room window.
Sasuke was pacing the living room. His robes were draped over the couch and his fox mask was tossed in the armchair next to it.
“How was the meeting?” Naruto asked.
Sasuke turned towards him, looking angry. Naruto stepped back towards the window, ready to make an escape if needed.
“Where were you?”
“I went training,” Naruto responded. “I didn’t know I was confined to the house.”
Sasuke seemed to calm down. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Sasuke, I told you, I’m not going anywhere yet.”
Sasuke nodded and began to walk towards the kitchen.
“Sasuke,” Naruto said, calling the other man’s attention back to him. “Who from our generation knows that—” He wasn’t sure how to phrase the question. “Kyuubi,” he finally said.
Sasuke frowned at him. “Only me and Shikamaru, as far as I know.”
“Shikamaru?” Sasuke had seen it enough times to put two and two together. But how would Shikamaru know?
“He was your commanding officer enough that it was information he needed to be aware of.”
Naruto nodded, thinking. “So no one else knows? Not even Sakura?”
Sasuke shook his head. “We were forbidden to talk about it, even after your ‘death.’ Why?” He watched Naruto suspiciously, trying to gauge what he was thinking.
“No reason!” Naruto said cheerfully. “Just wondering. Can we eat lunch?” He walked past Sasuke and into the kitchen. Sasuke stared after him, finally following him.
Naruto was balancing on the back two legs of his chair when Sasuke walked into the kitchen. “You seem better,” Naruto commented, watching him move with ease.
“Tsunade,” Sasuke grunted as an explanation.
“Sasuke-kun!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the house.
“Shit!” Naruto said, startled to hear her. He lost his balance and fell backwards, landing in a clatter on the floor.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at Naruto before looking into the living room to see Sakura standing by the open window. Why did ninjas ignore the door? He needed to start locking his windows.
“Sasuke-kun!” Sakura said, seeing him. “There’s a weird guy in the village,” she said, walking towards him. “He’s very suspicious and Ino says there’s something in—”
There was a groan and Sakura paused, looking towards the floor where Naruto was pulling himself into a sitting position. She gasped. “You!” she said. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to kill Sasuke?”
Naruto stood and twisted his neck, cracking it with a loud pop. Both Sasuke and Sakura flinched. Righting the chair, he sat down, looking up at them.
Catching from Naruto’s expression that he wasn’t going to be much use in this conversation, Sasuke spoke up. “Sakura, he’s staying with me for a while.”
“He…what?” Sakura asked, dumbfounded. There was a pause. “Sasuke-kun, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Sasuke looked at Naruto, who appeared to be feigning innocence under his mask. With a sigh he followed Sakura unto the living room. Naruto could hear them talking in low tones. A few minutes later he heard the sound of the door and when Sasuke returned to the kitchen he was alone.
“So that’s why you wanted to know if anyone knew about Kyuubi.”
Naruto shrugged.
“You apparently scared the shit out of Ino,” Sasuke told him.
“Maybe next time she’ll think twice about poking around in people’s heads.”
“Naruto—” Sasuke paused. “Last night, when you didn’t dodge the Goukakyuu no jutsu. What happened?”
Naruto looked up. “What does it look like?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“What?” Sasuke asked.
“When Kyuubi surfaces? I’ve never seen myself.”
“So it was Kyuubi. What brought him out?”
“He’s a fire fox,” Naruto said with an air of the obvious. “Fire calls him out. I’ll never need to dodge it, because fire is his—my—element.”
“But,” Sasuke said. “If fire brings him out, wouldn’t you want to dodge? To keep him in?”
“He never comes out to stay in battle.”
“But what if he tries to?”
“He has. I don’t let him,” Naruto said. “Besides, he knows if he tries to come out I’ll fight him, and if that happens during battle it’s likely I’ll get killed. He shares my death, and is intelligent enough not to distract me in a battle.”
“You have control over him?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto snorted, stretching his arms over his cloth covered head. “I would never be so bold as to claim I have control over Kyuubi. Especially—” he stopped abruptly, closing his eyes.
“Especially what?” Sasuke pressed.
Naruto became still and tense, not answering him. Sasuke wasn’t even sure he had heard him.
“Naruto?”
“Trying to prove a point?” Naruto muttered, and with a foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach Sasuke wondered if he was even talking to him.
Naruto stood abruptly, knocking the chair away in the process. Sasuke felt a sudden burst of power from the other man. Naruto’s hands clutched his head and he began to grind his teeth. Sasuke took a step towards him, but stopped as red chakra flared up, warning him to stay away.
Sasuke watched wide eyed as Naruto doubled over as if he’d been punched in the stomach and opened his eyes. The regularly sky blue eyes were now a violent purple, flashing now and then between their normal color and a fiery red.
“Naruto,” Sasuke said, stepping closer.
“Stay back!” Naruto, or perhaps Kyuubi, cried.
Sasuke did as he was told.
“Bastard—fox,” Naruto growled through clenched teeth. “Go back where you belong!”
With a rush of air the red chakra was suddenly pulled inside Naruto, the force sending him flying forward into Sasuke.
Sasuke was only able to catch the other man and use his body to soften the fall they were about to take. He landed with a thud on his back, arms around Naruto as they slid across the kitchen floor.
For a moment they both lay still, Naruto panting quietly against Sasuke’s chest.
“What was that?” Sasuke finally asked, making no attempt to move.
“That,” Naruto said, still struggling for breath. “Is the reason I’ve been pretending to be dead for ten years.”
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