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Kyuubi's Fiancée	By : KiaraNxiar Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Picking Fights
- 2-The Tale of the Pest and the Bastard
- 1
- 2
Written by Kiara Nicoliar

A/n. Hi, everyone! Thank you very much for the reviews! Makes me feel really guilty for not updating sooner. Actually, I finished the chapter two months ago but it didn't come out as I liked so I deleted it and started over. Anyway, I'll try to update faster! Also, many of you may notice that I changed the story title from "Kyuubi's Bride" to "Kyuubi's Fiancée". I did that because I split the story into two and decided to make it more entertaining. Now on with the story!

Summary: Kyuubi has a crush! When the fox boy finds out he is 'appalled' and the intended is 'freaked'.

Pairings: The usual.

Kyuubi’s Fiancée

Part II: The Tale of the Pest and the Bastard

Sunlight poured through the window on the Hokage’s blond head while she… worked, as surprising as it seems. The corner of her mouth was quirked into a smirk as she wrote something down on a threat- er- notice to the new local restaurant, informing its very stubborn owner to change its name or he would ‘unfortunately’ find the restaurant filled with slugs since it was the rainy season. Sometimes she loved her job, especially when she had nothing better to do than torture some unsuspecting fools or spend her time idly writing threatening notes to her council members, the ANBU, jounins, stupid restaurant owners…

It gave her respite from all the bloody and gory duties of being a Hokage. And today Shizune just happened to be away on a mission, which meant she could relax, ignore the constant pile of paper work on her desk under the pretext of writing an ‘important notification to the local business’, drink a little sake, probably get engaged in a friendly game of chance or two, inspect the village construction and catch up on her sleep a bit. Yeah, she sighed, even the hokage needed a break from constant work. Especially, since she had an assistant breathing fire down her neck for one thing or another most of the time. Putting down the brush, she leaned back and closed her eyes, listening to the distant noise of people working on constructions, birds chirping, kids running and yelling in the street below, Naruto yelling, shinobi passing on the near by rooftops… Wait a second – Naruto yelling… her eyes snapped open only to see her office door crash open into the walls. In the next second, a blur of orange and gold flew through it and hit the table so hard it slid back several inches, painfully digging into her ribs.

“Tsunadeee baaa-channn!!!”

Having the wind knocked out of her, she mentally wondered if she would have survived the sudden assault without at least a couple of broken ribs had she not had such a buxom upper body.

Naruto, ignorant of the rapid twitches of other blond’s eyebrows, unceremoniously and even more painfully lifted her up by the lapel of her coat from the very confining space between the desk and chair. Even at that point, she would have been more than kind to him had he not attempted to violently shake her inner organs out of her body and send her almost flying over the desk to the other side, all the while, spitting and speaking in a language that was alien to the contemporary human race at an insane volume in her face. Seemingly not having his point across to the hokage judging from her lack of reaction with the exception of heavily twitching eyebrows, he released a hand from her lapel in favour of resorting to the ancient human language of wild hand and body gestures to communicate. At this point, it was safer to say that in comparison a raving, berserk lunatic seemed saner than him.

At the brutal manhandling, Tsunade wondered why she had given the hokage necklace to someone who was more likely to be the cause of her downfall and demise than Orochimaru or Akatsuki due to the regularity and the extent of physical and mental violence that came with him.

She scowled.

When she had agreed to be the hokage, neither the job description nor the part with duties and responsibilities had said anything about having to deal with evil minions of Sata – er – psycho ninja brats on a daily basis. Or the village’s half crazed clown for that matter. It wasn’t fair, dammit! She was sure Sarutobi-sensei was having a laugh at her fortune now for pulling pranks on him with the evil snake bastard and that perverted hermit with the psychological sexual disorder.

During her inner musing, intensity of the shaking rapidly increased as did the volume to a dangerous level.

To save her life from the current threat of having her internal organs bursts out of her body, natural survival instinct refined and enhanced during years of ninja training kicked in. She smashed her fist into the crazed boy’s jaw with a chakra enhanced punch.

The force of the blow sent the demented blond soaring through the air and into the opposite wall, creating an impressive hollow in the cement upon impact and effectively muting him.

Silence followed as the now quiet boy slid down to sit at the base of the wall with a pair of dazed eyes and pain much like his skull was being split open and his brain poked with a hot metallic rod repeatedly.

At the sudden return of peace, she closed her eyes in order to recuperate. Taking several deep breaths, she tried to recall the event when she had given him the Hokage necklace and why she gave it to him and willed herself to not kill the blond GAKI that she held dear to her heart.

Before she could remember the whole story, the sound of shuffling, unsteady footsteps reached her ears. She opened her eyes to see the boy with the-amazing-Kyuubi-healing ability stand up on shaky legs and try to balance as the world spun around him. He blinked a couple of times to clear off the blurred edges of his vision.

She smirked. He deserved every bit of that.

As soon as his eyes stopped swirling and the world was right once again, he half walked, half ran on wobbly legs to the desk.

Trying and failing to stay calm, he once again, as if not remembering the incident of being bashed against the wall not even a minute ago, bought her close to his face and started to shake her, “Tsunadebaachan!Kyuubii’sgoingtokillSasuke!WhatamIgoingtodo?OhmygodSasukeisgoingtodieandit’sgoingtobemyfaultbecauseIcouldn’tstoptheannoyingpest!Sasuke’smybestfriendIdon’twanttokillhim.Kyuubi!Youevil,psychoticbastard!” Without taking a break from his rant he shook his fist in Tsunade’s face while looking towards heaven with wide horrified eyes, “I’mgonnamurderyouifyousomuchastouchhim-”

At this point seeing that violence obviously wasn’t going to bring his sanity back, she slapped his hands away from the collar of her robe. She spoke with as much calm as she could muster while trying to quell the urge to at least send him through the window to the border of Konoha or possibly fire country depending on how much she was going to miss him during his recovery.

“Sit down! Shut up! Take a deep breath, gaki!” she answered with narrowed eyes and angry voice, “then start talking in a language that I can understand.”

Naruto stared with wild big eyes accompanied by a terrified expression, “or – or may be he’ll even eat the bastard alive. Ohmygod, what am I gonna do? I don’t want the bastard dead. Yeah, sure I hate his ‘you-are-such-a-waste-of-my-time’ expression and his stupid ‘I have to sever all ties to become powerful in order to kill him’ decision but I don’t want him dead! He’s my friend, baa-chan! What am I gonna do? Tell me, tell me!” The last part came out with severe desperation and teary eyes.

Narrowing her eyes, she gritted, “Sit. Down.”

For the first time as if becoming aware that she was there, he looked at her with confusion added to his distress then sat down with shaking hands on his lap.

“Izumo, Koketsu!”

The said pair came into the office running, “Yes, Hokage sama.”

“Fix the door.”

Having taken care of the destroyed door, she returned her attention to the agitated teenager, “Now tell me clearly in the present-day human language that I understand WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT?”

“Un, baa-chan? Befor’ I tell you, could you gimme somethin’ my head’s throbbin’ from being thrown,” his eyebrows wrinkled as he inwardly debated whether she really cared about him or it was just a ruse because really who handled their important people so viciously? “…at a cement walll wittt’ skull shatterin’ forcee annn’ now your yellin’,” his voice came out slurred as he slowly massaged his head with a pointed stare at her as if it was her fault to begin with.

Silence followed this declaration as a certain pair of eyebrows twitched and said eyebrows’ owner tried not to give in to the sudden impulse of killing the poor boy with the immense headache.

After a sufficient amount of time has passed and she deemed it safe to talk without shouting or name calling or violence, she answered with a vicious smirk, “No, that ought to teach you a lesson on breaking and entering someone else’s room and trying to murder them.”

“You are mean old hag,” he complained without much force behind it, his head was really hurting.

Eyes narrowing, she replied in a bored voice, “Wanna go through the wall again brat? Keep calling me that.”

He gulped, the throbbing pain having dulled a tiny bit at the threat he dropped his hands in his lap, “Er… no thanks. I’ll pass.”

“Now, what are you here for brat? I assume ‘the bastard’ you were referring to is the Uchiha kid?” she asked suddenly going a little pale. Inwardly she was shrieking at the prospect, ‘if I have to deal with that brat again, right after having dealt with the gaki, I am going to kill him for even being born. I have had enough of him causing trouble to last me a lifetime, one more time and I’ll gladly kill him myself and then apologise to his dead parents for killing their only sane son. Can’t be helped though, at this rate my rejuvenating jutsu will wear off-’

“Tsunade ba-chan, Sasuke is in real danger,” Naruto’s voice cut into her train of thought.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, is Naruto really that dense? Of course, he is.

“I know, gaki. Anything else?”

Naruto looked surprised then puzzled, “You… do?”

‘Did he wreck her office and almost kill her because he wanted to tell her that the Uchiha is in danger?’ She thought angrily then her eyes widened in sudden realization and horror. ‘Oh damn,’ she stood up, yelling for Shizune, having forgotten that she was away, while Izumo and Kotetsu came running in at once.

Without wasting a breath, she started to brief them, pacing, “Uchiha Sasuke has left Konoha again or has been abducted by Sound-”

“Er, ba-chan-” Naruto interrupted her for the umpteenth time only to be cut off again.

“Shut UP, GAKI! Send an ANBU squad after him immediately. This time tell them to take him directly to the ANBU prison after capturing and returning him to the village. He is going to be locked in the correction facility until he is eighty!” she growled menacingly. The chuunin guards left running to carry out the order.

“Tsunade ba-chan,” Naruto watched her with apprehension, “Sasuke didn’t run away and he wasn’t attacked or abducted by Sound. He’s in the village. I just finished training with him. He’s fine. Well, as fine as he can be after-”

She stopped pacing like an angry lioness and turned to look at him then approached slowly. She grabbed his jacket to lift him off the chair and bring him close to her face.

“Naruto, what the hell are you talking about? You said Sasuke’s in danger. Why on Kami’s green earth would you break down my office door and try to shake my organs out if he hadn’t run off to that bastard or been kidnapped?”

He gulped, “I should have been more clear, huh?” It was more of a statement than a question.

She raised her hand to knock the stuffing out of him because this really did take the cake out and put extra icing, with chocolate sprinkles and a shiny red cherry on top of everything.

“Er, am I interrupting something, Hokage-sama?” came a voice from the window.

She had never hated any other voice more because now she would have a witness to the murder she was going to commit or in a more realistic sense someone who was going to stop her from beating the crap out of Naruto.

She slowly turned towards the jounin with her still raised fist.

“Naruto, you left the training ground before I dismissed you,” the jounin informed his student as if said student wasn’t aware of it himself, ignoring the hokage for the time being.

“Kakashi-sensei!” the blond yelled with apparent relief, glad that he had conveniently arrived just before he could be beaten to death by their very enraged hokage.

“So, why did you leave?” ‘Are you, ok? Did you two fight again when I wasn’t there?’

“Er-” what was he going to say to that without telling the whole story, “Our spar was over.” Well, at least that was true, their spar was over.

“Sorry, to interrupt,” Tsunade cut in, angry at the display of disrespectfulness from the silver haired jounin, “but Kakashi go and head off the ANBU squad currently after the Uchiha, inform them that he neither fled nor has he been abducted. It was a false alarm.”

At first the silver hair jounin looked surprised at the news then alarmed before he disappeared.

“Now, gaki,” she slowly turned towards Naruto with an almost insane smile on her face, “before I kill you, tell me why on earth, you acted like the apocalypse had arrived and made a fool out of me, and then maybe I won’t kill you?”

Naruto’s survival instinct didn’t miss that small psychotic smile on her face, “Yeah, ba… Tsunade-sama,” he infused as much respect as possible into his voice, while trying not to let his fear show, in hope that he’d survive the oncoming beating, “Sasuke is in real danger because Kyuubi is really mad at him and wants to kill him. Actually, he already tried to kill him today and I stopped him just in time.”

Tsunade blinked. She slowly let him go and stood up straight.

“…” she really didn’t know how to respond to that startling bit of news. Was Naruto trying to pull her leg? Because if he was then he was going to be one dead genin. However, something in his earlier horrified expression and the ruckus he caused, the fearful but serious face he wore now told her a different story.

“Explain,” she told him shortly while moving away to sit back in her chair.

“Well,” Naruto started nervously, “you know I can summon Gamabunta, right?”

“Yes, what has that to do with this?”

Taking a breath, he looked over her shoulder outside, “Well, I summoned him for the first time, you know when ero-sennin pushed me off a cliff, I woke up in a dark tunnel and there was water dripping everywhere, and I followed it to this cage with the seal containing the Kyuubi. And yeah, well I asked him to lend me the chakra necessary to perform the justu and since then I’ve been able to talk to him.” His eyes looked oddly glassy like he wasn’t seeing anything, or rather like he was reminiscing.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone Naruto?” she asked softly.

He looked down at his lap, examining a lose thread in his orange pants for a while then asked softly, “Would you tell anyone ba-chan? If you were me?”

She was quiet because she hadn’t failed to notice the behaviour of the villagers and ninjas toward the Kyuubi container since her arrival to the village and ascension to the hokage post.

“Anyway,” he continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, still examining the threads of his pants, “recently, well – actually after the fight between me and Sasuke in the Valley of the End, Kyuubi – changed.” His last word showed confusion, sounding as if he wasn’t entirely sure if the word would describe the situation clearly. He looked up to meet her eyes for the first time since the start of this particular conversation.

“How?” she couldn’t understand how a blood-thirsty demon could change.

“He… he became very talkative for one,” he hesitated as if not sure how to explain properly.

“Continue,” she encouraged and felt curious as to what a demon like Kyuubi would talk about. Well, she supposed it could be about blood, gore, killing, revenge...

“Before the fight, he didn’t talk to me much, mostly I talked to him, and even then he would ignore me most of the time. During the fight when I was getting beat up by Sasuke…” he paused to look out the window again, a hurt look taking over his usually cheerful and boisterous face, “I called up the fox to help me fight him. Even though I was the one fighting, controlling my body and chakra, Kyuubi was there too. For the first time, he was also as aware of our surroundings as me. I could tell that he was there, I felt him, and I could hear him, his voice was like a distant echo. He gave me couple of pointers that helped me knock off Sasuke long enough for Kakashi-sensei to reach us.” He stopped eyes glazed and remained quiet. When she thought that he was finished and opened her mouth to talk, he started speaking again, “Ever since then, he’s been really pissed at Sasuke. Slowly, he became more aware of my surroundings as if he could sense them too. I could feel his presence becoming stronger especially because he started talking to me more. At first I noticed that whenever Sasuke was around he would talk to me otherwise he wouldn’t.” Agitated, Naruto stood up from his chair and started pacing, “Then he started to get angrier towards Sasuke because he was around so much after almost killing me. I think it hurt his pride severely that a thirteen year old went up against his jinchuriki without a blink of his eyes as he said it and I quote, ‘How dare that human brat go up against my power and still have the nerve to strut around in front of my eyes. It’s entirely your fault, you incompetent, foolish, useless, little human! Because of you my name and honour are being dragged through the mud,” he finished with a wave of his hand apparently dismissing the comment.

“You didn’t take him seriously, did you?” Tsunade asked slowly, “because you know I wouldn’t have given you that necklace,” she pointed at his neck, “if I didn’t believe you could be hokage one day.” She smiled at him.

His mood lifted automatically at this and he grinned at her.

Her heart gave a twist as she watched him grin and made a silent promise to herself that no matter what the elders or the villagers said she would make Naruto her successor.

“Yeah, ba-chan I will become hokage one day and show that old, pesky fox he was sooo wrong,” he rubbed his hands together in childish glee.

She gave a small, hidden smile behind her upraised hands as his usual behaviour returned, “Now, we were talking about-”

“Yeah, yeah, the pest and the bastard,” he looked somewhat cheerful even with a frown.

She stared at him for a moment.

“The pest and the bastard?” she asked curiously at the ‘unique’ nicknames he seemed to have come up with.

“Yeah, the damn fox just won’t shut up, he’s just so annoying, he gives me a headache and the bastard is a bastard because of his icy bastardly attitude you know. I hate it but I guess that’s Sasuke,” he shrugged then a mischievous smile lit up his face. He came closer to her and leaned in to whisper, “I don’t want to say this out loud cuz I don’t want anybody to hear it and say it to him but-” he paused to snicker then continued, “Kyuubi gave him an even more ‘interesting’ nickname,” he finished.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow in apparent interest – Kyuubi – gave someone a nickname, this ought to be something really good and a once in a lifetime opportunity to hear something so unlike the blasted demon.

“He calls him ‘the vixen’,” he started laughing hysterically, clutching his stomach.

She looked up at him disbelievingly.

Seeing her look, he continued, “Yeah, I know, I wasn’t sure the first time he called him that either. I mean even though the bastard is somewhat girly looking and does tend to do these cute little gestures like flipping his hand,” he tried to demonstrate with his own unsuccessfully, “but I wouldn’t call him that, or mistaken him for a girl.” He shook his head. “I’m sure Sasuke’d skin me alive if he hears about it! Well, he’d try to skin Kyuubi but he can’t get to him without going through me, ya know.” He sobered up after a while and started in a curious, pondering voice, “You know at first, he just used to bad mouth Sasuke and me, then he started telling me how he would like to show Sasuke up. How ‘we’ should show him his place,” he started to feel guilty at this point, “and I kinda – dunno – took up a couple – er – a few, well maybe a lot, of his suggestions,” he stopped at Tsunade’s open mouth.

“Na-ru-to? You took up his suggestions?”

“Hey, they were just plain harmless ones,” he replied defensively, “I would never do something to Sasuke if I thought it will harm the bastard, ba-chan! Don’t you trust me?” he finished accusatorily. “Besides, Kyuubi was just trying to teach the bastard his place, or so he said,” he finished quietly.

At her angry twitching eyebrows he elaborated.

“Kyuubi doesn’t like how Sasuke acts. You know, I think he’s such a bastard that his bastardly attitude even gets to him. He thinks he should show the bastard that who’s the boss,” he paused to ponder something, “It’s funny. Kyuubi – he’s strange. ”

“Enlighten me?” she replied.

He looked at her for a second as if considering whether he should tell her or not, he went around the desk towards the window to lean on the sill and looked out. He slowly opened his mouth, closed, then opened it again to continue in a quiet voice, “One second he would be all about how we should show him how powerful we are by beating the shit out of him, and then next he would be all considerate and understanding and everything about Sasuke. Actually… he was the one… who told me…” he trailed off looking at the sky.

“Told you what, Naruto?” Tsunade asked gently, she knew even though he might not show it, he was deeply hurt and shaken by Sasuke’s betrayal.

“He’s the one who told me to be nice to him otherwise he’ll… he’ll leave again,” the words barely audible carried the suppressed ache and hurt he had tried so hard to hide for days now.

Tsunade was quiet.

Suddenly, Naruto got angry, weeks of suppressed anger and fear boiling up to the surface, he gripped the window hard and started rambling in a low voice. “Why did the bastard have to try to leave? He was getting stronger. He learned how to do the Chidori. Kakashi sensei was giving him special training alone and Sakura-chan cared for him. Weren’t those things good enough for him? Wasn’t Konoha good enough for him?” slowly his voice escalated with each word, “Was I really that shitty of a rival that he would… HE WOULD GO TO THAT SNAKE FOR TRAINING,” he finished yelling to take in quick breaths, while the other occupant of the room was silent. “Why would he do that? He called me his best friend, and then he tried to kill me? What the hell’s wrong with him? What’s wrong with me? Am I just that bad of a friend that he could just discard me without a second glance?”

Silence followed as he started to pace and the hokage watched him for further outbursts. When it seemed that he no longer had anything to add. She opened her mouth to continue.

“Naruto, Sasuke’s betrayal was hardly anybody’s fault except his,” seeing he was about to protest, she raised a hand and continued, “when Shinobi go power blind they hardly think, they don’t care about anyone other than themselves. Sasuke-”

“Sasuke is not power blind,” his voice was suddenly quiet and steely as he cut her off, “he wants enough power to kill his brother. He doesn’t care about himself.”

“He wants power.”

“To kill his brother.”

“Same thing, Orochimaru-”

“is a power hungry bastard that wants power for himself and to crush Konoha out of vengeance.”

“Sasuke wants revenge.”

“Because Itachi killed his family, his whole clan. He betrayed him.”

“Orochimaru’s hatred of Konoha stems from the fact that the Sandaime Hokage didn’t appoint him as his successor.”

He snorted then sarcastically supplied his opinion, “And that’s a legitimate excuse for revenge compared to your whole clan being wiped out.” He turned serious then supplied with his characteristic determination, “I never had a family, the closest thing I have to one is team seven. I’d fight tooth and nail for them, and if someone killed them I‘d rip him to shreds. But even if I don’t become hokage – which I will – I wouldn’t go berserk on Konoha. So, forgive me for not classing Sasuke with Orochimaru,” he mock bowed to her while his apology dripped with sarcasm. He started pacing again.

She remained silent, internally she was stunned at Naruto but when she analyzed the recent situations he had been in it didn’t seem that unusual. After all, she knew despite his childishness, pranks, a loose and loud mouth, he was smart in his own way and Sasuke had forced him out of childishness and questioned his priorities. “It seems you spent a lot of time thinking about it,” she stated.

“Kyuubi spends a lot of time on his favourite topic which just happens to be a certain bastard, so I didn’t have much choice,” he frowned, “you would think he’d get bored after a couple of days but I swear he’s getting more obsessed with him. He just won’t shut up!” He glanced in her direction, stopping his pacing, when his regular characteristics kicked in and he started whining, “Tsunade ba-chan, this is serious! He won’t even let me eat ramen in peace. Like today, I wanted to stop sparing and go eat ramen with Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan but he wouldn’t let me stop or call a tie. ‘No way are you going to tie with that vixen, it would ruin our already battered image’,” he mimicked Kyuubi’s voice sarcastically.

Suddenly a light seemed to turn on in Tsunade’s head very slowly… as an idea came into view and she sat up straight. She frowned and cleared her throat, “Naruto, are you sure that Kyuubi is mad at Sasuke and it’s not something else.”

“Of course not! Today-” he stopped talking as he remembered what happened during the spar, his face turned red and heat crept up his face, he was not going to say what happened to Tsunade even if Kyuubi did eat Sasuke and he was at Sasuke’s funeral. There was only so much his dignity could take and nuzzling Sasuke’s stomach and licking him – even if Kyuubi was technically controlling his body – was not something his dignity could take. So he tried to give a more screened version of the event, “well, today Kyuubi tried to make his threat real. He beat up the bastard and pinned him down and tried to kill him but I forced him to retreat before he could do anything to Sasuke,” his mind supplied him with the phrase ‘more embarrassing and killed my dignity in front of the bastard forever’ but he chose to ignore that.

The blond hokage gave him a look like she knew he was hiding something, “is that all?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he replied sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you sure?”

He frowned, “would I lie to you ba-chan?” ‘Is revising the truth a little bit about embarrassing things you don’t need to know really lying?’ he thought pensively.

“No… but what did Kyuubi do that made you think he was trying to kill him, Naruto?” she cheered mentally at her cleverness to pry out whatever he was hiding.

He looked at her like she was mad then deadpanned, “how do you kill people, ba-chan?”

She cursed then reluctantly admitted that he might not be lying because he simply couldn’t lie that convincingly and act.

“Oh ok, gaki. Jiraiya’s supposed to come here sometime soon so when he gets here he can look at your seal. If anything’s wrong he’ll be able to do something about it. And as for Kyuubi wanting to beat Sasuke up, I think,” she closed her eyes then opened them and glared, “it’s you who wants to beat him up. So try to stay clear of him when you,” seeing the accusing looking on his face she decided to add the other one, “and your pest get the urge to beat him up. Will you? The hospital doesn’t need any extra patients right now. Now, leave!” She flipped her hand in dismissal.

“You’re not going to do anything about it in the mean time?” he asked with honest disbelief written on his face.

“What do you want me to do? Lock him up? Lock you up?”

“I don’t know,” he whined, “you’re the hokage! You’re supposed to do something. What if Kyuubi kills Sasuke before Ero-senin gets here? What then?”

“He won’t. Now I have work to do so, scoot!” she made a shooing motion with her hand and returned to the paper in front of her.

Grumbling the blond stood up and walked to the door when he paused and remembered the bite. Knowing Sasuke like he did the back of his palm, he would never go to a medic nin to treat it out of embarrassment. Opening the door and looking over his shoulder, he quickly said, “And Tsunade baa-chan it’s not my fault if Kyuubi eats Sasuke up cuz you know I already told you and you didn’t do anything about it, right?” Without waiting for a response, he ran knowing if he waited further he would have to explain what he meant. This way hopefully she would pick up the hint and check on Sasuke, find the bite mark and treat it.

Surprised, Tsunade instantly looked up to see no sign of the blond. That was a rather… odd comment to make. What the hell did he mean by ‘eat’? Then she shrugged, it might just have been Naruto’s overactive imagination acting up again. She went back to her work.

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On the other side of the village, a thirteen year old ran up a set of stairs and along a corridor. Reaching his apartment door Sasuke opened it with shaky hands and slammed the door shut as soon as he was inside before sinking down onto the floor. The pain where he had been bitten was almost like someone had set fire to his shoulder. He grasped his neck and panted on the floor as its intensity increased; mind shrouded in painful haze he forgot any means to clench it. Lying down on the floor he lost track of time as the sun dipped further into the sky, his vision became unfocused and he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Not five minutes after Sasuke lost consciousness, Kakashi appeared perched on the windowsill in the hallway of his apartment. He sweat dropped at his student’s figure lying infront of the door and sighed in a slight display of exasperation. Jumping down from his perch onto the floor, he crossed the distance. Kneeling down he took the temperature of his student the same way he had not five minutes ago of his blond pupil also in deep slumber after having chased down ANBUs after the younger Uchiha.

Sasuke was hot but not enough to call it a fever. He was slightly surprised when he didn’t wake from his sleep at the touch on his forehead. Concerned, he pulled down Sasuke’s collar to look at the cursed seal and frowned.

In the dimming light he could clearly see four tiny pinpricks coated with blood around the curse seal – the unmistakable evidence of a bite.

Carrying the unconscious boy to bed, he pulled a blanket over him and tucked him in. In the moonlight, Sasuke looked unusually young to Kakashi; he seemed more like a child than a teenager. He couldn’t deny that despite his student’s betrayal he still occupied a special spot in his heart. Looking at the sleeping boy he promptly made a clone and both jumped out of the window. The clone taking its place hidden in a tree with a clear view to the inside of the bedroom and apartment while the original moved from roof top to roof top towards the hokage tower both aware of the pair of eyes watching their movements but showed no sign of it in return.

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That night as he took a cold shower, Sasuke’s mind calmed for the first time. Cold water felt really good on the fresh wound from that afternoon still burning on his neck. It managed to suppress the sting somewhat.

He sighed and tilted his head, looking up into the water falling on his face.

Naruto…

Since he had woken up he had been rather on edge. He never felt like this. That feeling he had gotten when Naruto was like… that… it was terrifying. He shivered at the memory but now that he examined it… there was something else too – a totally different feeling – accompanying it.

He closed his eyes and frowned as the events came rolling in… The overwhelming red chakra… heat… feral red eyes, split pupils… shock… razor sharp claws digging into his wrists… fear… trapped hands, weight on his body… panic… those calm but glazed over eyes… astonishment… that concentration like he was the centre of attention of something enormous… trapped… something overwhelmingly powerful… racing heart… that power it made him feel tiny and insignificant… alluring. And the intensity of that focus… he felt like he was being crushed underneath it… but at the same time it made his blood rush in his veins…

Exhilaration.

It was the feeling he got when he was fighting with everything he had but still it was… different. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on what made it different. He remembered the adrenaline rush in his body, roaring sound of his heartbeat, kaleidoscope sight of his enemy’s every movement in advanced slow motion, his automatic defence and offence mechanism when fighting…

He suddenly opened his eyes and blinked.

It was different because… because he had never encountered a domineering power like that… he had known from the moment Naruto changed he didn’t even stand a chance against him but… instead of feeling jealousy when Naruto bested him even a little… this time… he had felt… exhilaration. He scowled at the very thought.

He noted even during the brief struggle between them before Naruto pinned him it was different from the time he had fought Orochimaru. He knew Orochimaru was powerful but even fighting him he had never felt like this. True, he had felt like prey trapped by a predator but even trapped it didn’t feel nearly as exhilarating or exciting as this felt. Orochimaru’s power over him didn’t make him feel as if he was living by seconds.

He shivered under the freezing water, having already washed his body of grime, dirt and blood, and cleansed his hair earlier he turned off the shower. Towelling his hair dry, he wrapped another white towel around his waist loosely.

Standing in front of the mirror, he rubbed its surface and got ready to go to bed. In his absent mindedness however, what he did not see was the beginning of a strange reddish orange seal just making its appearance above the once flawless, now jagged edges of the cursed seal.

As he slipped under the covers, he noticed something on his bedside table. Sitting up, he took the picture frame of his family and saw a white envelope folded in half and taped behind it. Opening the envelope and reading the contents of it, his expression went blank. After a few seconds, he got up and went to the kitchen to take out the milk from freezer and heat it up. When he went to bed the milk laid forgotten in its mug on the bedside table. No longer dwelling on the strange occurrence of today, he stared up at the ceiling for a long time. As he fell into a restless slumber he had no idea of the surprise awaiting him the next day.
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