Kyuubi the Bitch | By : Lechan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3775 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Kyuubi the Bitch
Naruto
Chapter Two: Tampons,
Fistfights, and Trust
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Naruto thought he
was being quite eloquent, and clear about the issue, but it seemed that he had
suddenly started speaking in a dialect foreign to Sakura as his team mate
growled from the other side of the bathroom door:
“For the love of God, Naruto stop complaining and put the
damn thing in!” Sakura cursing was a new one on him, and the blond would have
taken the moment to be astounded that she had actually sworn, had he not
currently been holding the—as he chose to name it—butt plug of doom.
“There is no way this thing is going anywhere near my
ass!”
Sakura screamed in annoyance, and Naruto was glad that
she had agreed to instruct him on proper hygiene at his apartment instead of
her house. Though that made it easier for the girl to show her true colors,
Naruto found he liked the fact that the girl trusted him enough to be truthful
with him, but at the moment it was a pain in his ass, literally.
“Naruto, if you don’t stop bitching you’ll find my foot
up your ass.”
Naruto felt his jaw drop in shock. That threat was almost
Sasuke worthy. She’s been corrupted by being on our team. Naruto
thought, dropping the innocent—okay not so innocent—butt plug to the ground.
“Naruto?” Sakura sounded slightly concerned, again the
caring mother figure and Naruto choked out the first thing that came to his
stunned mind.
“You just said you’d shove your foot up my ass…”
Sakura kicked the door.
“Naruto, its just a flipping tampon! Either learn to put
it in or get used to the feeling of wearing a diaper!”
Naruto cringed and glanced at the tube on the floor. The
thought of anything needing to go up his butt made him physically ill, as the
thought of wearing a diaper—well a pad but it felt the same—made his ego throb
painfully in retaliation. Add to that the unnerving urge to cry like a baby
when he remembered just why he had to worry about any of it. I’m too young
to be a girl! Naruto thought stupidly, sniffling back the urge to cry and
was pleased when the burn of rage swiftly took its place.
If there was one plus side to this whole mess, it was the
fact that he didn’t have to dwell too long on one emotion. The downside was
that it was tiring as hell. No wonder women are so cranky all the time. Once
a month they have truth serum pouring outa their ass… er… whatever. Naruto
snarled to himself, not at all please at his lack of control.
“Well?!” Sakura called, obviously at the end of her
patients, and Naruto cringed.
She did have a reason to be pissed he supposed, after
finally escaping the hospital and shaking a trailing Uchiha—Whatever that idiot
wanted was beyond him, and his sudden stalker-ish ways were freaking Naruto
out. Though Sakura kept gushing about the creep being worried over his well
being. Naruto thought the Uchiha was just trying to see if the accusations were
true, god knew Naruto wanted more proof. A trip to the bathroom solved that,
and now he never wanted to pee again.—Sakura and he had made there way to the
nearest woman’s shop.
Naruto had blatantly refused to set foot inside and made
Sakura go in to retrieve the items he needed. Sakura had caved only after he
had complained of his cramps, and with an understanding look had left him.
When she came out with several bags Naruto was terrified,
and justly so as explaining each item had taken two hours. That had to be
the most pointless and embarrassing talk I’ve ever had. Naruto thought,
knowing that any romantic feelings he’d had for the girl had been properly
killed with that one discussion.
Of course he’d also gained a few good pointers, such as a
helpful jitsu—whoever had invented it should be made king of the whole damn
planet, or so Naruto had decided—that helped numb most of the pain he felt from
his damn hormone induced cramps.
Supposedly, the intense pain was direct cause of his body
being male and his testosterone “fighting” with the invading estrogen from
organs he’d normally not have.
Of course that bit of information had had to be shared
with all of team seven after Naruto had finished his panic attack and bout of
uncontrollable sobbing after Kakashi’s joke at the hospital.
Yes, he had sobbed. Sobbed like a baby, in a way he
promised himself he would never do again in front of everyone. That included,
Sasuke.
Yep, Sasuke-fucking-Uchiha had watched him fall apart
like a child and watched as Naruto had to practically be sedated before he’d
settle down, without saying a word.
In fact, Sasuke had kept his head angled to the floor, his
hands fisted by his sides, and then he’d followed him around most of Konoha.
Okay, so Sasuke’s sudden choice to stalk him made a
little more sense when he thought about how fragile he must have looked, but
Naruto wasn’t feeling like being understanding. He was menstruating damn it—he
internally flinched at the thought, still uneasy with it—and he was going to
blame the damn fox in his body, and the creepy stalker Uchiha for all of his
problems.
Naruto nodded, yes, that felt much better.
“Naruto, either use it or change your pad!” Sakura
snapped from the other side of the door, and Naruto squirmed, both relieved and
horrified that she was with him. At least she’s taking this well, though
it’s probably because of shock… Naruto sighed and glared at the tampon.
“Okay, bastard, it’s just you and me.”
“Are you talking to it?!” The astonished, and
horrified tone was clearly heard through the wood and Naruto turned crimson as
he grabbed the offending butt plug, and yelled back.
“Shut up! I’m not used to this shit! Just let me handle
this by my self.”
“…. God…” Sakura mumbled and then he heard her echoing
steps as she walked away from the door. He had the amusing image of Sakura
walking away to find some alcohol to get plastered, but shook the thought from
his mind as he turned back to his newest enemy, and it wasn’t even an animated
object.
That was it, the next time he had a chance to talk to the
damn demon inside of him, he was going to demand some answers. Until then…
The tampon seemed to mock him.
“Fuck, I must be crazy…” Naruto muttered, and was certain
he couldn’t be more truthful.
3
It was quiet in the Hokage’s office, and Naruto was
starting to believe he might actually miss the company of Sakura. Even if their
discussions were less than comforting after he’d managed to insert the
butt-plug—he would never call it a tampon, nor would he ever admit to using one
if he could help it—her presence had eased his horrid fear and denial. Without
her chatter he suddenly felt very cold and lost: the only boy in the world
suffering from a menstrual cycle.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?! Naruto
thought angrily, wondering just who it was up there that hated him so
much.
His
fists clenched by his sides, as yet another goal in his mind was set into place.
He would find a cure if his life depended on it, but even if the goal gave him
hope a part of him still missed Sakura’s presence. She had made him feel a
little less like a freak.
I
must have a spiritual “fuck me over” sign stamped on my head! Naruto thought testily, glaring at the mountain of
paperwork that hid Tsunade from him, and kept her from explaining what she knew
about his predicament. First I’m the only unlucky baby to be cursed with the
fox-menace, then I get beaten by Sasuke, get attacked by a very confused fox,
start my period, and get graced with hell cramps. Naruto shifted, worried
when he found he could no longer feel the intruding butt plug and wondered if
his ass had swallowed it.
Just
before he could bolt to the bathroom, Tsunade finally looked up at him, her
eyes apologetic. “Sorry about that.”
Naruto took a page out of Sasuke’s book and made a none
committal noise, and promptly realized why the prick was so fond of it. It was
a wonderfully relieving, and rebellious feeling, somehow making him feel
powerful in an otherwise weak position. He made a note to remember it.
Tsunade lifted an eyebrow at his comment—or lack there
of—and continued. “I assume you want to know how this involves Kyuubi, right?”
Naruto thought that was a dumb question. Why the hell
else would he be there? At the moment he irrationally hated Tsunade for being
the bearer of bad news, and flipping his world on it’s ear, practically turning
him into a girl. If he had his way he wouldn’t see her for the next year.
She must have understood his glare as she rolled her eyes
and leaned back in her chair, sighing. “Look, I know this is hard for you—“
“Hard? No, hard is having to deal with being the Kyuubi
container, and living down being mounted by a damn fox! This is not hard, this
is flipping insane!” Naruto yelled, feeling his anger turn sharply to tears
once more and grit his teeth willing them back again.
God did he need ramen.
He expected to get yelled at, even struck for his
outburst and worse than usual foul language, but instead received an
understanding look as Tsunade reached into a drawer of her desk and brought out
a bit of chocolate, handing it to him. Suddenly, he was very grateful that
Tsunade was the fifth Hokage and not Jiraiya.
“Thanks.” He mumbled putting the sweet substance in his
mouth and enjoyed the feeling of the velvety, melting, sensation on his tongue.
Tsunade nodded, getting comfortable before continuing.
“As I was saying, I don’t think any of us can imagine how you feel, nor grasp
how insanely unfair this is for you.”
Naruto
wondered if it was his imagination that made Tsunade sound so motherly, but
then again Sakura had acted the same way, so maybe it was a weird female
bonding thing that came with the annoying monthly vexation.
Whatever it was, Naruto was glad it was there, as it made
his beaten pride feel a little better. Usually he’d have gotten comfort from
Iruka, but he wasn’t quite ready to face that conversation. In all
honesty, he was sort of hoping that Kakashi would spill the secret to him, but
he doubted it. The Jounin never said anything helpful to him, and seemed
irritatingly proper when it was least wanted.
“But, its something you’ll have to get used to.”
“What do you mean?” Naruto asked, suddenly feeling sick
and cold as his body prickled with cool sweat. That dreadful feeling of sinking
was back, and Naruto had to physically swallow back the bile that threatened to
rise up and choke him.
“Naruto,” Tsunade began, her face taking on that hardened
expression that usually came when she was faced with difficult news, and he
inwardly flinched. “You know that you are merging with the Kyuubi, correct?”
Naruto nodded, not trusting his voice not to crack, and
watched as the Hokage sighed a bit in relief. Seemed she was hoping not to
explain that part to him.
“Well, being as Chakra is unique to each being, and is
different in men and women, your mixing with hers is having some unexplainable
affects on you body.”
“Yeah, she gave me a freaking period.” Naruto growled,
perfectly aware of the injustice served to him, and all because of Chakra. It’s
always chakra! Can’t do this? No chakra control. Oh, having problems now? The
chakra from Kyuubi is interfering with your own… got a pare of baby makers?
It’s Chakra! Naruto’s thoughts turned a bit hysterical as he tried to keep
from flying apart from the stress of the situation.
“Right. Though, it would make sense that your being a
newly formed baby at the time that she entered your body, added with the Chakra
displacement in the first place, caused your body to change.” Tsunade paused,
letting Naruto catch up to her explanation before she sighed once more, and
Naruto stopped trying to understand her statement. Whenever she did that, it
always meant bad news, usually for him. “In any case, you are stuck with this
problem.”
“What?” Naruto cried, jumping up from his seat with a
pout. “Can’t you just, surgically remove this… this… stuff?” His hands pointed
down in the location Sakura had said his “baby oven” and other things should
be.
Tsunade looked away from him. “We could, but it might
just grow back, what with Kyuubi’s healing power, and the female chakra still
flowing through your body. Unless Kyuubi is removed from you, I’m afraid you’ll
have to deal with having female organs that are accessible through your back
end.”
Naruto gaped, his hand unconsciously coming to grip his
seal on his belly.
“What do you mean, accessible?” Naruto whispered
hoarsely, feeling sick when Tsunade coughed and didn’t answer him, in essence
giving him the knowledge he didn’t want.
Great, not only are they working but I can
get pregnant too?! His fingers bit into his skin painfully, but he hardly
noticed as he looked up into Tsunade’s eyes, his hope of becoming normal—well
as normal as he could be—dying bitterly before him. “Then, can you take Kyuubi
out?”
He knew he was being selfish. Removing Kyuubi would place
Konoha in danger again, or just curse some other kid with a shitty life like
his own, but he couldn’t help but ask. Maybe then they could seal Kyuubi in a
girl; at least then she wouldn’t be as much of a freak as he was.
But when Naruto looked up he found the look Tsunade gave
him was eerily familiar and Naruto felt his stomach heave with recognition.
Pity.
Hope.
Remorse.
The sun
was sinking quickly and the people of Konoha were vanishing into the shadowed
outcroppings of their houses. Safe with the knowledge that they were home, and
their families were secure. It made him feel more than a little envious, but
that feeling was held at bay by the warm presence beside him.
Naruto’s
fingers tightened their hold on the larger hand and he felt the other turn to
look at him, and he swallowed back an embarrassed squirm.
“Naruto?”
Iruka’s voice was calm, patient, and surprisingly warm. If Naruto were to ever
call anyone father, he had a feeling it would be this man: the only one in the
village that had faith in him, even though he had the Kyuubi inside of his
body.
He did squirm then, biting his lip as the
reason for asking to see Iruka, to go for this late night walk, and the driving
force behind his sick churning feeling in his gut, was that curse embossed on
his belly.
One of
his hands came to grip his shirt where the mark was, and he felt Iruka flinch.
It was
normal to fear what had taken everything from you before, so Naruto never
really took offense when any motion he made to suggest that the Kyuubi was
causing a problem, made Iruka uncomfortable. Even though it was a little
depressing.
“Hey,
Iruka, do you think… that I would be able to… tell someone, that I liked them?”
Naruto asked refusing to meet his teacher’s eyes, recalling the image he’d
walked in on earlier that day.
Sakura
had—once again—confessed to Sasuke. It happened at least once a week, so it
should not have been all that surprising, but somehow, it struck a nerve that
time, and he felt uncharacteristically weak.
Maybe it was the ease at which
she said it, or the fact that Sasuke didn’t even find it odd that she may like
him. Whatever it was, it reminded Naruto that he wasn’t like Sakura: he wasn’t
normal. Thus his sudden urge to see Iruka. His academy teacher was the only
person Naruto would show this kind of insecurity to.
“Someone
you like?” Iruka echoed, pulling them to a halt, and Naruto fidgeted, digging
one of his toes into the ground, marveling at the way the dirt powdered up
across his nail.
“Yeah,
like how Sakura can just tell Sasuke that she likes him.” Naruto clarified
looking up, and saw an amused expression on the soft face.
“Well,
why wouldn’t you Naruto? Why, is there someone you like?” Iruka teased gently,
somehow missing Naruto’s underlining hint, and the blonde sighed, looking away
again.
His
serious attitude seemed to kill the atmosphere as Iruka dropped the comic
outlook. “Naruto, what is it?”
“… none
of them…” Naruto began in a low whisper, his fingers cramping painfully in his
clothes as his fists tightened.
“Hm?”
“None of
the others know…” He could feel Iruka stiffen beside him, and was sure that
Iruka had finally caught on to his meaning and continued, feeling strengthened
by the company. “… about…this.” Naruto moved his hand to indicate his belly.
“Naruto,
that’s how it was meant to be, so that—“
“So,
you’re saying it is impossible?” Naruto asked looking up, and saw the horrified
expression that overtook Iruka’s face at his words.
“No,
Naruto, you can tell them you like them because—“
“Because
they don’t know about this tainted body of mine.” Naruto finished for him,
looking away bitterly. It was no longer a question. He’d always known it—well at
least known it from the time he found out that he was the Kyuubi’s
container—that if anyone found out, he wouldn’t have friends, and he’d never be
loved in that way. Because he was a monster, a freak, he was the fox.
He could
feel the demon stir inside him, and a growl of sound almost made it into his
mind, as though his torment was either amusing or annoying to the beast inside,
but Naruto successfully blocked it.
One
conversation with it had been quite enough.
“Naruto.”
Iruka sighed, and Naruto flinched, and slipped his hand free from his
teacher’s, fully intending to leave as the sting of tears threatened to fall,
and was suddenly swept up into strong arms, cradled like all those children
he’d enviously watched all his life. The embrace was as warm as he’d always
suspected. “You silly little thing.”
Iruka’s
comment instantly made Naruto bristle, and he sucked in a breath to complain
when Iruka held him tighter, his words soft spoken and full of confidence that
Naruto was lacking.
“People
naturally accept other’s when they care for them. I’m sure that if you befriend
the person you like, that when you tell them your secret, they will accept it.
After all, I know, and I still like you.”
The
tears burned like that time he’d spilled the third Hokage’s ink in his eyes
during that lecture about peeing on mean students, and he bit his lip to hold
back his whimper.
“Thank
you.” He breathed, hugging his teacher tightly, wishing—not for the first
time—that Iruka really was his father. It would be such an honor to be related
to him, and maybe he’d have more confidence if he was, but he was fine with how
things were right now. “I like you too.”
Iruka
laughed, ruffling his hair gently, “Well I’d hope so, I’d hate to be the one
who was disliked here.”
Naruto
managed a grin, resting his head on a broad shoulder, feeling much better. He
hoped more than anything that Iruka’s words would come true, but he decided
that for the time being, he’d relay on them regardless: use them like a crutch.
Because he doubted he’d ever be able to erase the look of pitying hope that had
been in Iruka’s eyes as he’d said those words.
When it
came to Naruto, there were no guarantees.
“So, who
is this person you like?”
Naruto
smiled. “I’m not sure.”
“Huh?”
Iruka’s confusion made him grin and he leaned back to look Iruka in the face,
much the way he’d seen kids do with their parents and he gave his teacher a
bright smile.
“I like
Sakura right now, but not enough to want to tell her, so I guess I like no one
right now.” He rationalized and watched as Iruka rolled his eyes at his horrid
grammar, before walking back to Naruto’s house, carrying him the whole way.
Maybe he
wasn’t that much of a freak after all…
Naruto frowned, feeling an odd sort of empty as his mind
left the memory and he felt rather put out at his newest problem. Nope,
now I’m even more of a freak. Damn Kyuubi!
Naruto complained, more than annoyed when the demon didn’t even stir, clearly
pointing out that she could give two shits less what he thought of her, and he
grit his teeth, feeling at a loss. No one will want me now, even if they
don’t know about Kyuubi…
“Well, can we?” Naruto pressed and Tsunade sighed.
“We could,” at her words Naruto felt a surge of hope, and
that hope was nearly painful in his chest. “But at this point in time, that
would be fatal for you. Kyuubi can be removed, but we could not do it with out
killing you, and I am not willing to make that sacrifice.”
Naruto felt the hope leave him swiftly, leaving him numb
and cold, despite her kind words at the end. In fact, he didn’t even register
that she had called him more important than ridding Konoha of it’s biggest
threat, all he heard was that it was possible for him to be free, but they
would not do it.
His hands fisted on his lap, and his teeth grin together
to keep from screaming, crying, doing anything to relieve the pressure in his
mind that seemed to swell with each passing moment.
“Is that all then?” He asked, his voice scarily calm and
level. Whether Tsunade noticed it or not he wasn’t sure as she returned to her
papers.
“Yes, though I’d like you to come in monthly for check
ups in case another option presents itself.”
The fact that she wasn’t completely giving up, eased a
bit of his rage, but the urge to cry still lingered, and Naruto shot to his
feet wanting to be anywhere but where he was.
Standing up, Naruto gave a stiff nod before moving to the
door, doubting his body could handle a leap from the window at this point, when
Tsunade called him back one last time.
“Naruto, try to cheer up, we’ll think of something. You
just have to have a little faith.”
Naruto turned dull eyes back to her, and he fancied that
she could understand his unspoken words. Faith… what do you know of
faith?
He ran out then, his feet slapping the ground hard,
creating dust clouds as he moved, his legs burning with the effort, his sides
pinching as he unconsciously held his breath in his turmoil. He had only one
place in mind, and he couldn’t care less if it would be difficult to explain
later, there was only one person he could trust to cry in front of, and whether
he was in class or not, Naruto was going to see him.
The school doors flew open with a sharp echoing sound,
gaining the attention of the teacher seated at his desk, the students
thankfully elsewhere.
“Naruto?” Iruka asked, shocked and then worried as Naruto
promptly threw himself into his teacher’s arms the moment the Chuunin stood up,
his face buried in his stomach as the harsh sobs and curses escaped his lips in
choked, muddied garbles.
“I—I… they can’t… fuck! Damn, stupid… lied… you… not fair
damn it!” Naruto sniffled some more, his fingers gripping the green vest of the
Chuunin uniform tight enough for his fingers to lose feeling.
“Shh, Naruto.” Iruka said carefully, unused to seeing
Naruto so distraught, and the smaller could feel the comforting weight of his
teacher’s arms around him, petting his back in a soothing way he thought was
lost to him, and he sniffled like a girl into Iruka’s clothes, sobbing his
stress and fears away.
Caught up in his pain, Naruto didn’t notice the second
figure seated on the student’s desks across from Iruka, nor did he notice that
he’d interrupted their discussion.
Naruto
felt like his head was stuffed with cotton, and he was uncomfortably warm from his
crying. Sweat beaded coldly on his back and neck as tears and snot wet the
front of his sore face.
How
long had it been since he’d last cried like this? A year? No, he’d cried like
this back when he first found out he was the Kyuubi. Yes, he’d cried like a
child as his world crashed and burned around him, his hopes a jumbled mess.
Here
he was again, crying, and a part of him hated it, but that only made his sobs
harsher and more vocal until he felt his throat must be bloodied from all the
screaming. As his tears finally quieted, and he slowly allowed himself to drift
off into a blackness that promised no dreams or memories, the Jounin across
from them stood scratching his masked nose, his eyes uncharacteristically calm
and subdued.
“That about sums it up…” He said, his voice mildly
recognizable to Naruto’s ears, but he was already too far-gone to register on
it, nor the way Iruka’s arms tightened around him protectively as he tumbled
into darkness.
3
Naruto stared out over the whole of Konoha from his most
favored spot, the head of the fourth Hokage, and for a moment wished he had
paint to poor down over the statue’s face out of spite.
“… stupid fox…” Naruto grumbled, kicking his feet out
before him in a mixed funk of depression and mild relief.
He’d woken up in the teacher’s lounge room with Iruka
beside him, and luckily for him, it seemed that someone had informed him of his
predicament. That made talking easier, and the fact that Iruka didn’t really
treat him any different was a nice plus, though Naruto had no clue how much
time he’d had to adjust to the news. Still the comforting presence of his
father figure eased his mind more than he thought it would, and after Ramen at
Ichiraku’s, Naruto thought that maybe things could just slide back into the
realm of normalcy, and for a week it had.
Sakura acted a little more friendly with him, as though
his having a period suddenly made him easier to talk to, and though he’d wanted
her attention for many years, the things she wanted to talk about very nearly
scarred him for life. I’ll be lucky if I ever look at a woman and get an
erection again… Naruto thought and shivered in mild revulsion.
The things girl’s had to worry about, made him glad he
only had the inner parts and nothing more.
Aside from her, the rest seemed fairly normal. Kakashi
didn’t treat him any different, and still picked on him as though nothing had
happened at all, though the whole ‘one-thousand-years-of-pain’ thing had
reduced significantly, but Naruto hardly missed that.
The
normalcy made the transition easier, and helped him to almost forget that he
was no longer as normal as he pretended to be.
Then, there was Sasuke.
It wasn’t that he acted any different, really, there were
just a few minor differences at first that had irritated the blond to no end.
He had been more quiet than usual, and didn’t readily greet Naruto in the
mornings as he used to, and then he’d gone easy on Naruto when they sparred,
but a quick kick to his face and a few insults about his ninja abilities fixed
that little problem. It also gained him four bruised ribs, and a black eye,
which he wore proudly the following day. Yep, he was Naruto Uzumaki again, and
at least with this new development, it made using the term Uzumaki PMS awkward
and so that joke had died a quick and painful death.
Yes, for a week all was good, and then—around the time he
no longer had to wear the butt plug—his world fell apart again.
“I swear Kyuubi’s a walking bad karma magnet. I’ve had
nothing but shit because of her…” Naruto griped, dropping another stone from
his perch to watch it free fall. “And bleeding for five days without dying so can’t
be normal…” Naruto said, wary of all women and himself.
He grew silent, reminded of just how normal he wasn’t.
That fact had been thrown back in his face that morning when he left his
apartment only to find out that a big portion of Konoha now knew about his
newest “talent”.
Kiba had trapped him on his way to the meeting place, and
had proceeded to hound him for details until Naruto had simply snapped and
knocked his ass into the nearest wall and took off, only to find Ino with
Sakura and Sasuke.
By the silence that had covered the bridge, he knew,
without a doubt that the girl had found out as well. Instinct had made him
glare at both his teammates, and from the way Sakura avoided his eyes he knew
who had let his secret slip.
He wanted to be angry, and on some level he was, but from
the genuine guilt he saw in her frame, he couldn’t find it in himself to attack
her. So, he put on a fake grin and pretended not to notice the awkward
atmosphere.
His act had made Sasuke scowl and his form tense the
longer Naruto pretended not to realize that he was once again the black sheep
in the field of high bred white ones.
It took Ino’s blunt questioning, and Kiba’s reappearance
to shatter his calm exterior. Naruto had tried not to panic as he faced the two
he wasn’t quite comfortable calling friend, but had thought highly of, and with
a fake dismissal he shrugged affirming their suspicions.
Really what would have been the use in lying? They
wouldn’t believe it anyway. When Ino had giggled a little, more out of shock
than humor, and Kiba had backed away in disgust, Naruto had lost his strength.
His insides had shook, and his self-hate had risen to a point
where he doubted he could handle a mission, and so, he did what he was best at.
Naruto had turned and fled, the words of Kiba ringing in his ears like a death
toll.
“Gross.
That’s just, sick man.”
Naruto flinched at the memory and threw another stone,
vindictively hoping it would hit something and cause some brain damage. A part
of him hoped it hit Kiba, but he knew better than to hope for such good luck
after all the shit he’d been going through lately.
“Maybe it’ll catch that damn fox…” Naruto thought, a
small smile lifting his features at the thought of vindicating himself against
the damn, kidnapping beast. The joy was fleeting and was quickly overcome with
his earlier depression, and quite suddenly, Kyuubi’s chakra flared to life
angrily inside of him, creating a connection he’d been avoiding.
~Kit, either commit suicide, or cheer the fuck up.
You’re blubbering is giving me a headache.~ Kyuubi’s threat was dark, and
her deep growl in his mind was still awe inspiring. She didn’t much sound like
a girl, but Naruto wisely kept that revelation to himself in favor of berating
himself for letting his barrier drop so low on his side of their link.
Since contacting Kyuubi that time Jiraiya had thrown him
down that cliff, a mental link had been forged between them. Kyuubi seemed to
not want to talk to him—Naruto got the impression she felt he was beneath
recognizing and that was why she usually avoided him—and Naruto preferred not
to speak to her either, but it seemed that some things could still force a
reaction from the fox, and his bitching seemed to be one of them.
Naruto tried to suppress Kyuubi but the demon seemed
adamant about getting her two sense in. ~I’m serious kit, if you don’t stop
it, I’ll throw us down myself. Death would be preferable to you’re pathetic
pouting.~
Naruto rolled his eyes, feeling his annoyance returning
quickly with the constant degrading comments shot his way. Despite popular
belief, the term ‘kit’ that Kyuubi seemed so found of using was not an
endearment, and was used as a way to remind Naruto that he was just a child,
and a weak one at that when compared to Kyuubi, and the fox did not harbor any
tender feelings for him.
As she’d so plainly put it after assisting him in
defeating Gaara, she loaned him her power and protected his “pathetic, human
carcass” because she didn’t like to be messed with, and seeing as she was stuck
in his pathetic body, any insult to him was an insult to her.
She’d made her point quite clear, and at that moment
Naruto felt like making his.
~Well whose fault do you think it is that I’m upset,
you sex-changing bitch?!~ Naruto fought back and could practically feel
Kyuubi roll her eyes, most likely regretting talking to him at all.
~You want to blame someone, kit, blame the one you’re
sitting on. If I had my way, you wouldn’t be allowed to reproduce your idiocy
into future generations. Least of all through my power.~
Her response was disgustingly truthful, and Naruto
scowled, choosing to talk out loud, feeling a little smug that he could do so,
and he knew that she was aware of it. “Yeah, well you could have kept you’re
freaking Chakra away from me!”
Kyuubi chose not to respond to his stupid comment for a
long time, and Naruto was starting to hope that she had left him alone at
last—he was glad that his annoying attitude came in handy when dealing with the
fox, and took pride in his ability to make her shut up—until she replied with a
smugness that implied she knew how uncomfortable the topic made him.
~You asked for my help first, kit. When your mate was
dying.~
Naruto flushed six shades of crimson and spluttered, once
again accused of having feelings for the Uchiha. Were all women this insanely
stuck on him having a sexual fixation on the bastard, or was it just the women
in his life?
“He’s not my mate, damn it!” Naruto snapped chucking the
stone he’d picked up as hard as his chakra would allow. “And besides,
Tsunade-baba says that your chakra started messing with my body the moment you
got in there!” Naruto countered, and wasn’t all surprised when Kyuubi gave a
bored response.
~As I have already stated, not my fault.~
Naruto ground his teeth together and simmered, all
depressed thoughts momentarily wiped from his mind in the burn of anger, and he
felt Kyuubi preen under his emotional change as she moved to close their
connection.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?! I’m not done—“
~You’re mate wants to talk, I do not wish to be apart
of it.~ Kyuubi stated boredly before his mind rang blissfully silent once
more.
My—
“I just got here, Dobe. What are you talking about?” the
deep tone made Naruto jump and without turning around he knew who would be
behind him.
Oh… Naruto thought, his mind blanking out
momentarily as the term sank in with the memory from Wave Country, and Kyuubi’s
words that still echoed through his mind adding fury to his actions.
Sasuke’s bloodied, broken imaged filled his senses
with a cold numbness that left him feeling horrifyingly weak. Sasuke was dead,
he was seriously dead, and he’d died for his sake. A hot anger was slowly
pouring over his mind. Unconsciously he called out to anyone who may hear him,
asking for strength. Strength to exact revenge on this being that dared to take
Sasuke from him, and this time he was answered. ~Let me out kit! Let me
take vengeance! He killed your mate, you allowed this weakling to kill your
mate! You are weak, move over, let me out!~ Naruto didn’t even pause to
think.
If this person would help him get vengeance, then so be
it, he would allow them to take over him completely and he’d have no regrets.
Naruto let go.
Naruto shook the memory off, his ire returning at the
stupid accusations his inner demon had laid on him and he tensed in anger, not
even bothering to look at the new arrival. “What do you want, teme?” it came
out a pathetic sounding growl, and Naruto winced, feeling around on the ground
for another rock to throw; preferably at Sasuke’s head, for no other reason
than to keep him from commenting on the sound.
“Hn.” The all mighty response made Naruto’s mood darken further,
and he suddenly wanted the Uchiha gone. Why the hell is he here anyway? Naruto
wondered. Shouldn’t he be helping Kakashi track down some missing animal?
There was no answer to his question, not that he really
expected one. When one mentally asks oneself a question it doesn’t usually get
an answer, but never being one to admit when he was acting stupid, Naruto bit
out a harsh accusation hoping to make the other boy leave. He really was in no
mood to deal with him.
“You come to poke fun at me too?” Naruto accused, and
felt Sasuke’s glare eat away at the back of his head.
“Sakura wanted me to tell you she was sorry for telling
Ino. She didn’t think it would go anywhere else.” Sasuke bit out, sitting down
beside him, and Naruto tensed, annoyed that Sasuke had yet to take the hint.
“Well, it did.” Naruto stated bluntly, not really feeling
like being understanding.
“Hn.”
Damn did that sound annoy the hell out of him. “So, what
are you her errand boy?”
Sasuke made no comment to the insult and Naruto shot a
glare his way out of the corner of his eye. The glare died prematurely at the
scuffed up appearance of the other boy. He had a few mud stains on his clothes,
and several scrapes and bruises, and his knuckles looked a little bloodied.
What the hell happened to him? Naruto thought,
lifting an eyebrow. The amusing image of Sasuke loosing out to a stray animal
came to his mind but he knew better than to even toy with it.
That didn’t stop him from using it as an insult.
“Wow, Sasuke, what the hell happened to you? Get attacked
by a fox, or did your fan girls try to gang bang you?” Naruto couldn’t keep the
amused chuckle from his voice and grinned wider at the narrow-eyed look he
received.
“No, you’re the only one who has a problem with foxes,
Usuratonkachi.” The smirk was back, and Naruto gave him a pout. I will never
live that down will I?
Naruto snorted and turned back to the view, not even
dignifying Sasuke’s taunt with a response. There was a moment of silence that
seemed to last long enough for the grass to grow three inches. The company was
slightly annoying to Naruto, who’d become accustomed to being alone, and so it
prompted him to break the silence.
“Is that all?” Naruto asked, the hint clear in his voice
that he would like the Uchiha to leave, and he was further aggravated when
Sasuke barely twitched at his question.
“They’re just jealous of you.” Sasuke said suddenly, and
for a moment, Naruto thought he might have been hearing things, before he
realized that yes, Sasuke had just said the most stupid and clichéd thing he’d
ever heard.
“Jealous?” Naruto choked out somewhere between pissed off
and amused. When Sasuke made no comment Naruto glared and spat out harshly.
“Yeah, right, and Jiraiya’s a holy monk!”
“I’m serious, dobe.” Sasuke said then, remarkably adamant
this morning as he matched Naruto’s glare with on of his own. “You aren’t
limited to one sex, that makes you weird and more free than anyone else. It
bothers them.” Sasuke stated, talking more than Naruto was used to, and had the
topic not been highly uncomfortable, he might have considered going into “Sound
of Sasuke’s voice overdose” mode, but as it was it only made him testy.
“The hell it does.”
“Look, you’re competition to Ino, because you can bare
children as well—“
“Correction, I can get knocked up, I can’t give birth.”
Sasuke ignored him and the information Tsunade had given
to him three days ago at his appointment. “And to Kiba—“
“I’m a freak.” Naruto stated bluntly with no real
emotion. He’d had enough time to come to terms with that fact, and outwardly
he’d perfected the look of not caring. Naruto was quiet please with himself,
though it seemed Sasuke was anything but. Sasuke gave him a glare that could
have set someone not used to his anger aflame.
“No you’re not.”
“Ha! You’re just saying that because you’re normal!”
Naruto said standing up, his voice rising in competition, suddenly having the
stupid urge to prove he had a right to sulk by himself for a day or two.
A part of him cringed at his self pitying act, and the
memory of his promise to never feel sorry for himself again made him feel
guilty with his current actions, but the fact that this was a fight against
Sasuke kept him going. He refused to lose a battle against his rival, and this
was no different.
He just knew he’d regret this later. When he was on his
cycle he’d been able to blame it on his hormones, but now he was just being
stubborn, and he knew it.
“At least you can bare your own children!” Sasuke shot
back with a glare, and in a startling moment Naruto realized that it was Sasuke
who was jealous of him. The fuck?!
The knowledge knocked him on his proverbial ass, and he
stared in disbelief, jaw hanging open. Sasuke seemed to think he’d won the
battle as he turned away again.
“At least you don’t have to rely on some stupid girl to
help you.” Sasuke muttered, and Naruto rolled his eyes.
“No I just have to let some guy make me his bitch.”
Naruto snapped irritably, and again received a glare from Sasuke. “Here’s an
idea, why don’t you try having this problem, since you seem to want it so bad.”
Naruto really wasn’t sure if he was complaining or just
trying to get Sasuke to stop acting so weird, whatever it was he got his wish
as Sasuke stood up looking pissed off. He didn’t say anything, just continued
to glare and Naruto tilted his head to the side, a smirk forming on his face.
“You’re Sasuke Uchiha, every girl in Konoha would sell
their left breast to bare your child.” Naruto gave a dramatic sigh, enjoying
the anger that flickered in those dark eyes.
He needed a fight, badly, and knowing Sasuke, it was only
a matter of time, and pushing the right buttons. “I wonder what they’d say if
they knew you wanted the attention of other men?”
“Don’t be stupid.” Sasuke said, his voice cold and even.
Naruto lifted an eyebrow waiting for his comeback. “You’re the one who gives
the gay community hope.”
That was it.
“Bastard!” Naruto screamed as he bodily tackled Sasuke to
the hard stone, his fists lifting to mark up that smug face. Sasuke responded
quickly, kicking Naruto in the stomach and flipping their position so that he
could grab a hand full of Naruto’s shirt and use it to bash him against the
ground.
“Stop being a damn hypocrite, dobe!” Sasuke yelled,
punctuating each word with a vicious slam into the rock.
The fact that Sasuke was pointing out his
uncharacteristic pity party, only made him angrier and Naruto shoved his hand
up clipping Sasuke on the chin, giving him enough leverage to kick him in the
side harshly. Sasuke grunted and fell as Naruto rolled them grabbing fists full
of dark hair to slam the jerk’s head into the ground.
Their movement had placed them back off of the stone and
into the woods, making the impact less satisfying, and Naruto felt a little
gypped that he’d gotten hurt worse.
“Hypocrite? You’re one to talk!” Naruto snapped, leaning
down to growl in his face. “You come up here to reassure me that I’m not a
freak when you were the one staring at me oddly in the hospital.” Naruto sucker
punched Sasuke then, but was quickly thrown back and into a tree as Sasuke
landed another kick to his stomach.
The impact left him winded and he slid down onto his
butt, still glaring at Sasuke as the other sat up. His lip was split and
bleeding, and somehow that made Naruto feel better, just knowing that he had
managed to rough up the prick that always seemed one step ahead of him.
“Well, how was I supposed to react?” Sasuke asked then,
wiping the blood from his mouth, and smearing in over his white arm covering.
Naruto viciously hoped the stain never came out. “It’s not everyday a guy
suddenly becomes a woman!”
Naruto had the urge to introduce Sasuke to the Sexy no
Jitsu, but decided against it as his ego again took another blow.
“I’m not a woman, damn it!”
Sasuke smirked, and Naruto felt his rage burn through him
like a thick jell. “You’re sure acting like one.”
Naruto sprang off the tree and collided again with
Sasuke’s body, sending them toppling through the trees and brush of the
undergrowth, giving them scrapes and tears in their clothes along with the
bruises from their fists and the ground as they rolled.
Muffled curses and grunts replaced their words as fists
and kicks worked out what words simply could not accomplish. It was the way of
men, and when at last they stopped—laying side by side somewhere beneanth the
trees atop of the Hokage monument—it felt as if the world was somehow right
again.
Naruto’s eyes twitched a little under the glare of the
sunlight that managed to filter in through the leaves, warming his face and sore
body. Breathing hurt slightly, from the injuries inflicted to his sides and
ribs, but it was an almost soothing kind of hurt, and it brought a smile to his
face.
Beside him, Sasuke let out a contented sound of his own,
though it was more subdued, but it made Naruto’s small smile grow just the
tiniest bit. This is what I needed. Naruto thought, turning his head to
examine the wounds on his friend’s face and body. Proof that he didn’t find
me repulsive… he wouldn’t have fought back and touched me if I sickened him.
It was a childish thought that a simple fight could prove
so much, and deep inside he knew that their fight solved nothing, but he still
clung to the irrational disillusion.
Sasuke let out a groan, and the sounds of movement let
Naruto know that the darker boy was getting back up. He focused his eyes on the
leaves above, and imagined for a moment that he was someone else. It had been
one of his favorite games as a child, until he realized that no matter how much
he imagined and hoped, his life never changed.
“Oi, Naruto.” Sasuke called out, and slowly Naruto
blinked letting the vague dreams slip past his reach.
“Hn?” Naruto’s lips quirk up when he could practically
feel Sasuke’s eyes narrow on him. Yes, this little technique came in quite handy.
“Are you done acting like a child?” Sasuke snapped, most
likely aggravated by Naruto’s copying actions, and the blond debated doing it
again, but decided against it, aware that there were still some things left
unfinished.
“Are you done calling me a girl?”
“Damn it, Naruto,” Sasuke bit out, though the anger was
less apparent now, and turned hardened black eyes onto clear blue ones. “I
already told you, I was shocked, let it go. Its not every day one’s friend has
a life altering issue that you can’t possibly hope to help with!”
Sasuke’s hands where clenched by his sides, and for a
moment it reminded Naruto of the bloodied bruises on them before their
rambunctious fight. It was only then that he realized what those wounds meant,
and he blinked in mild shock.
He didn’t… Naruto began, sitting up
himself, his eyes narrowed on Sasuke’s form. There’s no way he would do
that. Sasuke’s unexpected words of friendship stalled his thoughts, and
with a shaky voice Naruto glanced away.
“Friend, teme?”
Sasuke’s glare burned at the back of his head. “Don’t
make me repeat myself, usuratonkachi.”
The response made Naruto smile, and a warmth he hadn’t
felt since Sasuke had first said similar words back in his fight against Gaara,
returned. The feeling healed over the emotional wounds that had been plaguing
him for the week.
That’s right; Sasuke saved me and Sakura because…
we’re his precious friends. And Sasuke doesn’t abandon his friends… Naruto
thought, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees.
He wanted to ask Sasuke if he’d beaten up Kiba before
coming to see him, but felt it wasn’t important whether he did or not, and he
doubted Sasuke would answer him anyway.
Again, a long silence stretched, settled, and then fell
asleep around them. Except this time, it was a pleasant sort of stillness with
the tense wariness absent from the air. The sun sank lower in the sky as the
two sat side by side, staring out at nothing.
The birds had begun their songs again, and several times
Naruto had to flick a tickling bug from his leg before he dared to change the
mood and break the silence.
“I’m not going to have kids.” Naruto said suddenly, his
voice sounding oddly loud in his own ears, and his face warmed up in
embarrassment as Sasuke turned to him, his eyes blank and expression bored.
“I’m not.”
“Hn.”
Naruto flinched and felt his ire rise. Sure the two
understood each other best through fighting and arguing, but he was trying to
be serious. Trying to put as much faith in Sasuke as the Uchiha had in him, and
the bastard was being a dick.
“I doubt I’ll even get married at this rate.” Naruto said
more to himself, refusing to let Sasuke piss him off again.
“Don’t be so melodramatic, dobe.” Sasuke replied,
standing up and brushing the leaves from his clothes. The stains would
undoubtedly remain for life, and it made Naruto a little glad that he had
managed to wreck one of the Uchiha’s outfits.
He looks better rumpled anyway. Naruto thought,
unfazed by his own thoughts. More alive and real. He looks less like a
statue and more like a person.
“How am I being, melodramatic?” Naruto asked—more like
yelled—and straightened his legs out in front of him. “And why do you think
I’m—“
Sasuke was suddenly right over him, looking down his nose
at Naruto in much the same way Kakashi was so fond of when lecturing them. A
sharp shiver ran up Naruto’s spine from the sudden shade that Sasuke cast over
him, and he licked his dry lips in nervous wonder.
“You were born different.”
You have no idea… Naruto thought to himself, but
kept silent as Sasuke continued.
“So, what? You’re Naruto Uzumaki, the number one, pain in
the ass, dobe of Konoha.” Sasuke smirked at him, crouching down in front of
him, for a blissful moment, his superior attitude gone.
Warmth flooded through his chest momentarily, and for a
second, Naruto could only gape, his chest tight with hope, and a kind of joy he
was only just getting used to. Sasuke’s smirk softened into a small, lopsided
smile that dragged a similar expression from Naruto, as the Uchiha bent closer
till their hitaiates almost touched. A mirror image of that day at orientation,
when they’d been separated into groups of three: the same day they’d kissed.
Naruto flushed and pulled back a little at the memory,
and he tried not to remember how—despite the hot pain of slamming his mouth
against a stationary object—soft Sasuke’s mouth had been. Damn, I’m pretty
certain I’m not supposed to notice shit like that… Naruto berated himself
just as Sasuke continued. Seemed he had a point in getting so close.
“And nothing you do or say could make me treat you any
different, usuratonkachi.”
He backed off then, and Naruto breathed out a sigh, his
hand moving over his heart. It fluttered under his hand from what he could only
guess to be nerves. Damn, what happened with his need for personal space?
Naruto shot a mild glare up at Sasuke, but was surprised to find a light blush
covering the Uchiha’s cheeks that matched his own slightly.
Somehow, the fact that Sasuke was just as embarrassed from
his actions, made Naruto smile, his hand slipping from his chest to rest
against his belly as Sasuke fell into a seated position beside Naruto, a foot
of space separating them. That’s more like Sasuke… wonder if it was a
suggestion from Sakura to break his bubble of comfort to prove his point. That
thought made sense and Naruto wondered just what those two had talked about
after Sasuke—supposedly—beat Kiba up.
The images that came to his mind then warmed his heart,
but didn’t last long. Naruto tensed a little, gripping the front of his shirt
as the mental picture of his friends morphed to one where they both cautiously
backed away at the sight of the nine-tailed shadow spilling from Naruto’s form.
All the warmth left him, replaced by a cold tension that
pressed against his throat like a weight: choking him slowly the longer he
remained silent. I shouldn’t… Naruto thought, looking up at Sasuke’s
still pinked cheeks. It’s not like he’s the one I want… but he is someone I
love… Naruto looked down at his hand and bit the inside of his lip.
There were so few people in his life that he loved, and
he was lucky enough that three of them already knew he was the Kyuubi, and
cared for him anyway. But Sasuke didn’t know, and Naruto was terrified of him
finding out, yet at the same time, he wanted to get the weight off of his
chest. He wanted proof that Sasuke’s words were more than simple boasting.
“Nothing…?” Naruto whispered, his voice oddly
emotionless, and it made his skin prickle as Sasuke turned to face him, his
coal colored eyes slightly larger than normal with concern.
“Naruto?” He asked, a pale hand lifting toward him before
Sasuke decided against whatever it was he had planned to do, and placed his
hand on the ground between them. The pale skin a drastic contract to the dark
dirt and grass.
Sasuke had nice hands, Naruto noticed absently: long
slender fingers, smooth nails, wide palm and slender—but not girly—wrists
hidden under the baggy arm covers. In comparison, his own tanned, calloused,
short, stubby fingers and dirtied hands seemed lacking. The perfect image for a
cursed, tainted soul.
“Do you swear?” Naruto asked, his hands fisting more
tightly, his head bowed slightly.
“Dobe, what—“
Naruto’s head snapped up and he caught Sasuke with a
desperate look. This meant everything to him, and if Sasuke tried to brush it
off as a joke, Naruto was certain he might collapse. “That you wouldn’t treat
me any different, no matter what I was?”
Sasuke seemed taken aback, as he blinked, eyes again
narrowed in concentration. Slowly, he nodded, lips set in a thin line, one
corner dark with drying blood from their fight. It made Sasuke look like he was
frowning, and it helped steady Naruto’s emotions.
Licking dry lips, and speaking past paper-thin vocal
cords, Naruto managed to say the words he’d never dreamed of saying freely to
anyone. “Even if I was the Kyuubi?”
The air seemed to grow colder around them, and the wind
made the leaves tremble as though frightened of Naruto’s confession as well. He
couldn’t bring himself to face his friend, and so he stared at his knees, and
the grass and dirt stains that clung to the orange fabric.
He could feel Sasuke’s penetrating gaze, and held his
breath as his friend took in the words he’d spoken, his heart painfully tight.
“That’s not funny, usuratonkachi.” Sasuke growled then,
and Naruto jerked as though he’d been physically struck.
Not… Turning quickly, Naruto took in the dark look
Sasuke was giving him and felt his heart constrict with both pain and anger.
Naruto
was unaware of the hurt expression clearly visible on his face, nor the way his
angered mask fell into place almost eerily, making Sasuke’s eye twitch slightly
as he caught the change.
“Why the hell—“ Naruto began, shoving to a kneeling
position ready to beat Sasuke again for implying that he was dare to joke about
something so horrible, but pulled back, his anger fizzling out to nothing. No,
this is… for the best.
Naruto thought, his blue eyes turning a horrifying blank
as he smiled, weakly. He turned then, standing up and missed the way Sasuke’s
eyes widened catching the drastic changes.
“Yeah… right.” Naruto spoke numbly, turning in the
direction that they had tumbled from, intending to return to his sky gazing.
“Well then, guess I’ll see you tomorrow, unless Kakashi gave us a day off.”
Naruto threw over his shoulder; eyes clenched shut in order to falsify his best
grin.
“Hn.” Somehow that non-committal noise seemed almost
angry, but Naruto ignored it, turning around to leave.
The sudden tight grip on his wrist, smooth skin a tight
band of cool steal around his sun warmed flesh, jerked him harshly to a halt. A
sharp shiver crawled over his arm at the contact, unused to really being
touched in a non-violent manner even after the six months they’d been together
on a team.
His hand’s a little bigger than mine. Naruto
noticed, as he looked back trying to force an unconcerned look, but it failed
at Sasuke’s hard glare and steal-tipped words.
“Prove it.”
Naruto didn’t need to ask to know what he was talking about,
and he didn’t bother pretending not to understand, as Sasuke’s expression
clearly showed he was aware that Naruto understood what he meant. He was
trapped.
Turning back around, curiously calm in the life altering
moment, Naruto pulled his arm free from Sasuke’s grip, the cool fingers
brushing his skin softly almost in a caress of sorts as the connection broke.
Blue met black and held, as tanned hands lifted to the
jacket and unzipped it, letting the popping sound startle the forest silent as
he removed the article of clothing completely. One dark brow rose at his action
but the Uchiha otherwise showed no expression.
Naruto paused a moment, breathing in slowly, pushing back
the panic that was starting to rest like ice-fire over his heart before grabbing
the hem of his black shirt.
Sasuke twitched again at the action, and Naruto broke the
eye contact to pull his shirt completely from his body. It pooled on the ground
beside his jacket and Naruto watched it a moment before lifting his eyes to see
Sasuke’s confused, and slightly shocked face.
With a bitter smile, Naruto lifted one hand to touch the
seal on his belly, meeting Sasuke’s eyes again this time with a challenging
stare. “This, is my proof Teme. Yondaime’s seal, the one that keeps Kyuubi
trapped inside of my body.” Naruto spoke with surprising surety and strength he
was certain he didn’t possess. Maybe it was the shock of telling someone a
secret that could destroy his happiness, whatever it was Naruto held
desperately to it as he met Sasuke’s comprehending gaze.
Yes, you’ve seen this before, in the hot springs that
time we were trying to get Kakashi’s mask off… Naruto thought, reminded of
all the times Sasuke had seen this seal, and never once, thought to ask. Or
maybe you didn’t see it… just avoided looking at me all. That sounded
plausible. After all according to Shikamaru guys didn’t usually look at other
guys, or notice things about their bodies. Naruto just assumed he did it
because of his lack of human contact for so long, it was just a habit to
memorize everything about everyone he cared about, like his knowing what Sasuke
smelled like, his hands, pale chest and the small scar he had on his right
shoulder blade.
He
was almost certain that even Sasuke was unaware of that blemish, but from the
times they’d been shirtless in front of the other he’d taken notice while
looking for any marks left behind from his battle with Haku. Surprisingly,
there was only one scar left from that battle, and it was on his neck just
below his adam’s apple.
The cool, soft touch made Naruto jump back out of his
thoughts. He was unsure of when Sasuke had moved closer to him, nor when he’d
reached out, but the moment those pale fingers brushed against his stomach,
tracing the dark inscription on his belly, Naruto was tensely aware of his
presence.
The touch was slow and hesitant, but steady as one
fingertip followed the mark to Naruto’s bellybutton. The blond shivered and the
movement seemed to wake Sasuke from whatever daze he’d been in, as he looked up
almost as though guilty, and pulled his hand back with a cough as he turned
away.
Naruto swallowed, bringing his hands to his belly. Well,
at least he’s not disgusted… That was a small plus, but it was a start. The
silence returned, oppressing and stuffy, and Naruto wondered what Sasuke was
thinking about, and if he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his life—
The slap of his shirt to his face shocked Naruto, and he
grabbed the offending garment from his face, and instinctually responded
without much thought.
“What the hell, teme?!” Glaring at the smirking boy,
Naruto took a step forward, internally relieved when Sasuke just lifted an
eyebrow, as though asking, ‘Do you really think you can beat me,
Usuratonkachi?’
A growl escaped him, and Naruto opened his mouth to yell
when Sasuke stuffed his hands in his pockets, and turned away from him
slightly, face relaxed. “Hurry up and put your clothes back on Dobe—“
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
“—I don’t think Ichiraku serves half naked idiots.”
Sasuke continued, as though Naruto hadn’t spoken at all, and Naruto froze, his
shirt half over his head and blinked.
Ichiraku… does that mean…? Naruto gave the other
boy a searching look, to which he received the smallest of smirks.
“Unless you’re not hungry…” the tease was well placed and
had Naruto dressed in seconds running up beside him.
“You’re paying.”
“Hn.” Sasuke replied, following Naruto down the path that
lead back to the village. It was as they neared the buildings of the town that
Naruto slowed, keeping his back to Sasuke, forcing him to stop.
“Naruto?”
“… thanks.”
“…hn.” A smirk lit his features as Sasuke stepped around
him, one hand patting his shoulder as he passed in a friendly manner.
Naruto grinned. Maybe Iruka had been right after all.
With a laugh he made to follow, but slipped, as one leg
seemed to go numb and fall out from under him. The dirt scraped his cheek
painfully, and the wind rushed from his lungs at the collision. Groaning,
Naruto pushed himself up into a seated position, rubbing his head.
“Dobe?”
Sasuke called back to him from up ahead.
“I’m fi—“ the soft cooing sound made him freeze, as his
lower eye began to spasmodically twitch. He knew that sound.
Fearfully he turned around, to meet what he was quickly
calling his bad karma instigator, and felt his mood turn dangerous.
“… bastard…”
The red fox flicked its tale at him and cooed again.
A.N. Sorry if this chapter was more depressing than
before, but there was a lot of drama that needed to be sorted out before things
could move on. Again, sorry if they are out of Character, I tried to keep them
as close as possible but the situation was a little off the wall. Anyway, the
whole scene with Iruka was actually taken from a doujinshi called,
“Zecchoushuu2.” It’s a collection of SasuNaru stories, and that idea was in one
of them. The conversation is different but had the same meaning. ^-^ Anyway,
hope you enjoyed, and I’ll see you next time.
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