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Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale	By : DevilnBlue Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. Masashi Kishimoto is the true creator. As well as I do not make any profits from this in any way. This is simply a fan fiction created by a fan of said anime show/manga.

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Hello Assassin’s Kiss here wanting to thank every single person who found this story worthy. I would especially like to give a big thanks to the ones who let me know how much they liked this fic by reviewing. I do not own Naruto but I still like revamping characters like Kisame in my fanfics. I really hope this chapter is as good as the first one and look forward to what you guys think of it. So don’t be shy and let me know because I love, love, love reading the reviews. Well, anyway, enjoy, rate, review or whatever. Also this song excerpt is from Evanescence’s song ‘My Immortal’ and it fits perfectly with how Iruka feels about Kyuubi/Naruto.

Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale

You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

~My Immortal by Evanescence

//Recap//

“Who the hell is Kyuubi?” Naruto snarled this out, still frozen in mid attack. He wasn’t going to relax just because some mere human decided to come and join them in their merriment. He narrowed amber orbs suspiciously, fangs flashing warningly at the possible rival for his Uchiha before adding yet another tail to wrap around Sasuke.

“You are. You are the one who killed my brother Minato. But of course you wouldn’t remember now that you have been named. Just my luck, right?” the brunette said brightly before dissolving once more into a coughing fit. “Still doesn’t mean I ca… can’t interrogate you. So Kakashi, if you would please,” Iruka motioned for his demon to step out from among the shadows.

“Yes my Lord,” a silver haired fiend announced. He stepped out of the shadows, placing the last torch he lit back into its holster, all the while smiling a secretive smile against his black Neoprene Half Face Mask.

Chapter One: Never Share a Past with a Demon

“Mah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it Kyuubi?” Kakashi said conversationally, ignoring the warning growl from the blonde as he sauntered towards the two frozen demons.

He hunched his shoulders a bit while he stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his worn out, black denim jeans. They hung a bit low on his hips revealing just a small, tantalizing glimpse of pale skin before it was swallowed up again by his skintight, black tank top with the silver Chinese dragon wrapped around his torso. A lazy smile sprawled across his clothed lips at Kisame and Naruto’s wary looks forcing his only visible eye to nearly close in a happy crescent moon as the apples of his cheeks pushed upwards in his grin. It made the silver haired demon seem laidback and genuinely happy to see the violent blonde even as his sight was compromised further by such actions.

His other eye was firmly shut close, a deep scar running vertically across it and down part of his cheekbone, hinting to its uselessness which in turn further showed that he was unprepared to jump into a fight with the two already bloodthirsty demons. It almost felt like the older male was an innocent lamb walking unsuspectingly to his slaughter if it wasn’t for this oppressive, almost heavy, crackling feeling in the air as the headmaster’s demon drew closer.

Naruto instinctively shifted his body to look more towards Kakashi even as he kept Kisame in his peripheral view. He narrowed his beautiful ochre orbs at the approaching demon, not trusting him for a second as one shadowy tail smacked down in front of Kakashi to halt his approach. Once more he bared his fanged teeth in warning, clawed fingers visible and flexing, itching to rip into tender flesh while his knees bent oh so slightly, preparing himself to spring at either two of the idiots.

“I really did think that we were comrades Kyuubi; you, young master, Minato and I made a great team and you had to ruin it,” Kakashi murmured with a slight pout in his voice. He let out a dramatic sigh of great disappointment and regret before kicking his bare foot at an invisible pebble. Even when he halted just a few inches from the smacked down tail, he seemed more fascinated then perturbed by the threatening appendage. He studied the shadow tail thoughtfully for a few heartbeats before looking up with a brow raised in amusement, obviously impressed.

“I even foolishly thought that we were more. Like actual friends more,” he laughed bitterly before withdrawing his hands from his pockets to lift the tails of his ridiculously long red scarf to show it off. It looped around his neck twice in order for the tails to hit his calves and not the ground below. (1)

“Really off the topic but do you like this? My young master just made it for me today with love knitted into each little stitch while he was stuck in bed with the cold. But I think he might have gotten a bit too overzealous in the process,” he sighed forlornly before suddenly drawing a sheathed, wicked long katana out of it.

“It does come in handy, however when you want to hide big things.” He gave another crescent eye smiled that impaired his vision once again even as he pulled out the sword just a bit to allow his fingertips to worship the cold steel of the blade. “That and the ability to create small air pockets in space,” he added before slamming the blade back home.

“Get the fuck out of our way Kakashi. You see that I already have him,” hissed out Kisame as he narrowed his eyes at the silver haired demon and inched a bit closer to the blonde. He didn’t appreciate it at all, the idea of the newcomer stepping into his fight and his sword Samehada agreed with him as it shivered and grumbled its protest.

“You ‘were’ fighting someone Kisame-kun but now I’m afraid I’ll have to cut in. You see young master has requested I finish this up and you are sadly taking too long,” Kakashi announced casually before shrugging as if it was no big deal. “No hard feelings, ne?” He let out a soft chuckle that he nearly choked on as Kisame quickly deviated from his earlier plan and rushed at him instead.

He was a big blue and black blur, needlepoint teeth gnashing together as he slashed his sword down on the insolent demon only to nearly tip over from the added weight on his sword. He looked up with slightly bewildered black eyes as Kakashi looked his covered up nose down on the shark demon. He had leapt up onto the tip of the Samehada just as it was about to cut him in two before he just as suddenly did a perfect somersaulted over Kisame’s head.

For a moment surprised black orbs came into contact with one mischievous blue-gray eye as Kakashi looked at Kisame upside down before he had completed his move and slammed down onto the ground; legs bent to absorb most of the blow, his left palm spread out and resting against the ground to steady himself while his right hand clutched his sheathed sword close to his side.

He was now in front of Kyuubi and behind Kisame and before his rival could react he was on his feet and slamming his hilt backwards, smacking Kisame hard in the back of the head with a loud thudding sound that would at least have the shark demon seeing double for a while before sliding his blade back home in its sheath. Then with a crooked smile and a crack of his neck he sprang after Kyuubi with a great leap, ignoring the gasp of horror as Itachi rushed to check on the crumpling Kisame.

“Do you like my technique Kyuubi? I’ve been taking the art of swords up since you left so suddenly. I couldn’t wait to try it on my favorite sparring partner,” Kakashi said brightly, his voice light, his visible eye hard as flint stone. He now fully unsheathed his sword, tossing the finely carved sheath to the side so that he may quickly run his fingers against his blade once more. This time his fingertips glowed a crackling blue until his whole katana was encased with the crackling blue light of his lightening energy. Then before the blonde demon could overanalyze his weapon of choice he began a series of slashing attacks that seemed like flashes of crackling blue crescents in the air.

“It’s because I’ve been imagining what you would look like when I finally carve you up and run you through with my blade Chidori that I’ve improved so much over the last ten years,” he laughed, his sword crackling and chirping like a thousand birds. (2) “Don’t worry… I won’t cut you up too badly. We still have to talk to you afterwards,” he consoled, unperturbed when his slashes didn’t connect at first.

Naruto danced backwards, never even stumbling a bit at the slashing movements that came at him at all angles. It might have seemed like a light show to others on the sidelines but he could see the quick stabs and slashes as if it was slowed down tick by tick. His tails crashed down on the cocky scarecrow, parrying and trying to wrap around the nuisances body to smash him down against the hard ground or wall. But just as he had evaded the attack, so did Kakashi.

“Why should you care about a human now, Kyuubi? Why now?” Kakashi bit out, nearly seething between soft pants. “You didn’t when you killed Minato. You didn’t when my young master was crying for his dead brother. So what’s with this sudden change? You couldn’t have grown a heart so quickly when they locked you in that dark cave,” he spat out as he increased his attack so that even though his sword didn’t cut the blonde, the aura crackling around the sword left a small cut along the fiend’s cheek. (3)

The blonde blinked at him surprised, a question forming on his lips at how the challenger knew that the only memory he remembered was being locked in the dark, cold recesses of a cave. There was only a small beam of light offered as chains weighted him down, preventing him from moving. The sparse foliage around him quickly died as he drained them of their spiritual energy as hunger set in before draining any creature that was foolish to come close. Even the little sparrow that twittered so happily when thinking he spotted a friend soon died to his all consuming hunger that left him lonely and wanting more. (4)

He had floated in and out of consciousness, fighting to stay alive on pure determination and spite before he was summoned and that was where he met his master… his savior. His beautiful, delicious owner had relieved him of that cramp space and submitted to him so readily that he nearly smiled at the memory even while his limbs hummed with renewed spiritual energy. He had only taken enough to stave back the hunger but had wanted more, so much more that the child was unable to give him at the moment.

So when the silver haired male managed to dredge up such a dark memory he quickly stopped and went on the offensive. Claw fingers crackling eagerly as they ripped at the air, slashing at where Kakashi’s arm had stood a moment ago before his tail moved to trip him up.

“Yes, I know about that dark place they put demons in when they break their contracts with their humans. No sunlight, no life beyond that small beam of light. Did you enjoy your ‘me’ time?” he crowed flipping over the tail only to hear an answering snarl returned as anger clouded those honey gold eyes.

‘Yes, yes get angry at me. Angry and reckless until I have you where I want you,’ Kakashi thought to himself, narrowing his eye. Even through his own simmering anger he noticed that, despite Kyuubi going on the defensive before switching to the offensive, the fiend kept his small master well protected around his tails. He shifted his body to the side so that Sasuke would be farther away from Kakashi as he attacked predominately with his right hand, his left occasionally stroking black locks in unconscious comforting to his jarring movements.

Any move that was meant to cleave the child from the demon’s side was met with a ball of orange-red light glowing in the back of Kyuubi’s throat as he stretched his maw wide. (5) Kakashi knew from past experience that the beginning of this attack led to something so devastating and destructive that if he didn’t dodge it in time there would be nothing of him left for his Iruka to grieve over. The headmaster’s demon did however back off each time that that happened knowing it for Kyuubi’s trump card and citing that the demon was only willing to use that attack to save the child instead of himself, which spoke volumes to Sasuke’s value.

The one eyed demon took this to his advantage, seeing that the demon was so handicapped with the child. He still watched the shadowy tails that wreathed in menacing ‘S’ curls above the blonde’s head like the snakes of Medusa ready to strike down and drain him of his life force before he sliced at the dark matter. (6) Each time it would slowly regenerate back but in the time it took for it to fully form he slashed at his shadowy brothers in order to slash at Kyuubi once again. Nothing serious really, just nicks and cuts here and there that started to bleed before healing over in a new patch of skin with a soft hissing sound.

His actions may not seem like much but he was slowly wearing away at the demon’s already limited reserves. He knew that Kyuubi could only feed so much off of Sasuke’s life force before he drained him dry and the fact that he used a lot of his flagging energy to create the black dome to do something in there that might have required him to use more spiritual energy made him believe that it wouldn’t take long before he could use his special attack. (7) Mind you, if Kyuubi had been well fed, for which Kakashi was glad he hadn’t been because then Kakashi would be singing a different tune. But since that wasn’t the case and he himself was humming with spiritual energy from an earlier meal he was able to confidently extract a simple looking dog whistle from his scarf to which Kyuubi looked at more than a little suspicious.

“Kakashi!” The demon could hear his master’s admonishing tone amid another fit of coughing that had his lips twitching upward in a small, sympathetic smile. He knew now that playtime was over as he blew on the specially made dog whistle that had the lights lit on the torches sputtering before nearly dying out as a sound of eerie howling began to fill the dungeon’s four stone walls.

“They missed you too Kyuubi-sempai and I made sure they would prepare you a special greeting if they saw you again.” The silver haired demon murmured in an eerily bright tone as one after another, dogs of all shapes and degrees of ferocity winked into existence from glowing balls of light. Before Kyuubi could even try to kick away at one of Kakashi’s precious canines, the hell dogs latched onto their prey. Four of them snapped their jaws down onto his legs while one huge bull mastiff sank his massive fangs into Kyuubi’s shoulder. (8)

Kakashi beamed down at his furry friends as they held on even as the blonde tried shaking them off but he could have easily told him that that was useless. They would stay latched on until Kakashi either called them off or they died from a serious blow to the head or chest; and since Kyuubi was in no capacity to fight them off when he was trying to simultaneously heal the many cuts that littered his sweating, golden flesh while also protecting his charge, the headmaster’s demon found that now was the best time to use his last attack.

“Okay, young master says play time is over soooo….” Kakashi skidded backwards just in case the blonde decided to use his trump card. Then he slammed his hand down against the brick and mortar wall, secretly pleased at his handiwork. The rusty manacles that lay usually against the wall moments ago suddenly crackled into life, glowing with the electrical current pulsing through them. They swayed like sightless iron snakes entranced by their master energy before suddenly snapping down onto the blonde captive.

Kakashi made sure that the iron fetters had enclosed the prisoner’s appendages fully before delaying further so that he could watch the metal snakes greedily begin to suck at his spiritual energy until one after another tail sputtered out of existence. It wasn’t until the last shadow tail had winked out of existence that he called his dogs off so they too vanished one by one before he calmly moved towards the Uchiha child who slept obliviously curled up on the floor.

Kakashi snorted silently as he sheathed his sword and slipped it back into his red scarf before gently moving to scoop up the dark haired boy. The one eyed man had to admit to himself that the child curled up so peacefully in his arms with a soft smile on his lips seemed completely unperturbed by the fact that he had been part of an epic battle. ‘A battle in which sleeping beauty here had garnered the attention of a fire breathing demon,’ he mused thoughtfully as he eyed the blonde cautiously. Then just as suddenly as he stepped a few paces away from his worthy adversary he was besieged by Mikoto Uchiha who quickly snatched up her child before mumbling incoherent words of gratitude and admonishment in the same breath.

She nearly toppled over from the weight of her ten year old child but she refused to give him up to her eldest as she slowly rocked him. Mikoto kissed his dark head and murmured to the unconscious child how worried she had been before she began to laugh and cry at the same time. She didn’t know whether to let the terror that she felt throughout the whole thing take her over or should thank her lucky stars that Kakashi succeeded where Kisame failed.

Mikoto did however smack the bemused Kakashi on his arm for hurting her son Itachi’s demon before giving that same spot an affectionate squeeze before rubbing and patting Sasuke’s back. She couldn’t believe that her youngest had slept through all of that and he seemed so peaceful too. So she didn’t quite have the heart to wake him even as she hefted him higher in her arms so that he wouldn’t fall to the floor.

Naruto ground his teeth together, jaw muscles jumping when he refused to cry out in pain even as his arms were stretched out tautly so that there was virtually no give to even bend his elbows. His neck was encircled within a heavy metal collar that was bolted down to the ground underneath him so that he had to bend slightly or risk having the metal bite viciously into his tender neck. Even his bare ankles were shackled but had enough give that he could shuffle around just a bit to keep his legs from falling completely asleep. Yet despite all that he didn’t stop struggling.

His lips, which had smirked down at his human mere moments ago, were now split open. His beautiful golden eyes with the slim ring of red around the outside were now blood red as he strained against his restraints. Not even the disappearance of his shadow tails, as his spiritual energy was slowly sucked out by the chains, could stop the blonde demon from straining towards his Sasuke. He wanted to nip at that mark one last time, wanted to breathe in that interesting combination of rain, vanilla and oranges that was his owner’s scent.

His breath came in loud pants, his naked, bleeding chest heaving and glistening with sweat and blood as he paused momentarily before he fought against his bonds once more. The need to be close to the child was unbearable. He knew in his head that this desperate need to be closer to the small Uchiha to protect him, to encompass him came from the bite mark that he had given the boy. But it didn’t stop his heart from aching less as if someone was squeezing the pulsing organ so tightly that his breath soon hitched and faltered.

It was like he couldn’t get enough air to his lungs. It was like everything had lost color as soon as his soul was ripped from his side and no matter how cliché it sounded it didn’t make it any less true. He existed for this boy, came to this god awful world for him. He had been saved from the darkness because of him and up until now hadn’t known this kind of gnawing loneliness. Then again he hadn’t remembered anything until Sasuke.

All Naruto could do as he saw the happy reunion was glower and struggle against his bonds. He never gave anyone permission to touch his human and as soon as he could figure away out of the iron fetters he was sure to teach them a lesson that they would never forget if they survived. Blood tickled down his left arm as he cut himself over and over against the manacles but he ignored the pain just as he ignored the brunette who was slowly approaching him.

Iruka’s eyes had never left Kyuubi since the very first moment he laid eyes on him today. They never left when his own demon Kakashi took on his brother’s former demon and they didn’t leave now as he watched the blonde menace struggle against his bonds. He flinched slightly, almost afraid that the way the demon rocked and shook violently at his bonds that he would eventually ripped them out of their sockets and then paint the dungeon red with their blood. He could just picture with barely any trouble, the insatiable demon sinking his clawed digits knuckles deep into their tender flesh before ripping them to shreds, splattering blood everywhere as he went. But the manacles held and it was all thanks to his demon.

So just as Iruka had gathered up enough courage to face his own set of ‘demons’ and confidently make his way towards Naruto, the memory hit him like a sledge hammer. It drove its way into his solar plexus so hard that he stumbled and doubled over, his vision doubling. He let out a wheezing cough; eyes tearing up even as he blindly reached backwards for the demon who he knew would already be there. Fire and scarlet red eyes stared at him. His screams for Minato made his throat hoarse as he tried to claw his way closer.

“I… It hurts.” Iruka gasped out before falling into a fit of coughing that had Kakashi quickly scooping up the smaller man before his legs gave way. Iruka curled up against his demon, resting his fevered cheek against Kakashi’s collar bone, his head neatly tucked under his chin. He pressed the Kleenex against his mouth, his hand shaking violently even as he continued to look at the blonde demon. He still couldn’t look away, even though now he didn’t see the same demon that was restrained in front of him. No, instead he saw the Kyuubi of the past crouched on the floor and no matter how he tried to shake the image out of his head and just close his eyes it was already playing behind his eyelids, sucking him in to that memory.

“Kyuubi have you seen Minato? He promised me that he’d take me to…” Iruka trailed off in puzzlement as the demon came fully into view inside Minato’s study.

The brunette had been searching for his brother everywhere in the big mansion that they resided in. The eleven year old had hoped that his Aniki would still spend some time with him on his rare day off. He also had hoped that the council hadn’t somehow tricked him into coming into work today. It wouldn’t be fair when Iruka had just barely managed to wheedle Minato into taking him to see a baseball game with his favorite team playing. So it was odd for the boy to see the proud, blonde demon that was practically glued to his Aniki’s side, alone and crouched like that on the floor.

A soft smile spread across his lips as a sudden thought came to him as he stepped a bit further into Minato’s study. ‘Maybe Kyuubi has found another kitten and didn’t want Minato to see it because he might want him to get rid of it?’ he thought to himself. He knew very well and had witnessed on many special occasions when the withdrawn Kyuubi’s golden eyes would light up at the sight of a poor, defenseless kitten. It was really a mystifying sight to see, if he could sneak up on him quietly enough.

It was like the world melted away for the demon as Kyuubi played with the kitten’s little pink pads. His golden eyes would light with such fondness and delight, a whimsical smile just barely touching his sinful lips as he pressed his fingers down on the soft pads to see the claws pop out before letting them retract back again. Then he’d repeat the same motion over and over again with a shiver of delight before rubbing the adorable fur ball under its little chin for its trouble and offering it a shallow bowl of milk as an apology of sorts.

It was a rare delight to see that the blonde demon had a soft spot for things warm and furry. More like an absurd obsession that was only stifled by Minato’s unavoidable allergies to anything feline. So when Iruka spotted Kyuubi crouched on the ground like that, his back facing him as if to shield something precious, he automatically assumed he was playing with a stray kitten with a bit of string or something. The brunette was even inclined to step further into the room and take a look at such a sweet, serene scene to see a peek of what Minato saw in Kyuubi that he didn’t show to anyone else, when he felt a fine shiver ride down his spine.

It was like he suddenly plunged down into a lake of ice water or could feel someone walking across his grave as soon as he finally passed the threshold of the study’s door. His heart quickened for no apparent reason and some deeply rooted part of him, felt the sudden need to run as fast as his legs would carry him. An unsure smile spread across his lips in his puzzlement, brow scrunched in confusion as he fought pass the sudden and unreasonable fear that flooded his system and echoed in his head like alarm bells ringing.

Sure Kyuubi was an imposing, frighteningly attractive being for sure with his strength and his views on humans ‘enslaving demons’ but there was no reason to fear him. He was a better bodyguard than any human that Minato had under his employ which was very important considering he was the President of Konoha or as the actual government addressed him as the Kage no �, Shadow King.

Iruka was one of the few privy to know that behind the democratic government that the citizens of Konoha saw, was the true shadow government. It was a necessary deception in order to hide and protect the fact that demons existed. That not only did they exist but people like their precious president, their precious Saiban, used them in order to do their bidding. Minato had to reluctantly admit that it was more ideal to keep his people in ignorance of the fact in order to protect them from the harsh truth. That there were creatures that go ‘bump’ in the night hidden among them, ready to drain them of spiritual energy and/or the reason why some people advanced so much more easily than others were because they were Summoners wasn’t an easy pill for anyone to swallow.

Minato cared so much for his people that he wanted to protect them from that. He wanted to encourage the ordinary citizens to advance in life even though there was barely a snow ball’s chance in hell that most would have such an illustrious, profitable career as those who could summon a ‘Guardian Angel’. But despite all that, despite all that his Aniki had given back to the citizens of Konoha, trying to make it a better and prosperous place to live in, despite such injustices he righted he still received many death threats every day. And if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew Kyuubi wouldn’t allow any harm to befall his Aniki, Iruka would have been afraid to let his brother leave the house. He was grateful to Kyuubi for protecting his most precious person and the fact that his Aniki didn’t fear to be alone with the blonde haired fiend made Iruka reluctant to fear him too.

Sure, Iruka secretly had to admit to himself that it was comforting to have his own demon at his side when having to address the tall blonde but Iruka had sent Kakashi out beforehand to search for his Aniki too, leaving him alone so that they could cover more ground. It was just one of many more things that he sometimes hated about Minato being the President. Sure the blonde man was there for him; but when your brother is the leader of an entire nation full of humans and demons, small requests like coming to Parent/Teacher night or to a Winter Concert where you play a tree or the wind seems unsubstantial when compared to the small fires his Aniki had to put out daily.

So when he did make what he believed a selfish request as to spend time with his brother at a baseball game, he had expected his brother to be eagerly awaiting him. Disappointment flashed in his eyes briefly at the thought of Kyuubi having a quickly scribbled note of apologies from his brother waiting for him. But even as he tried to put on a brave face and draw near the demon, slightly hesitant to interrupt him in his alone time he could feel his wavering smile sputtering out as red eyes fastened on him.

They weren’t the rich ochre colored orbs with the thin band of red around the rim that added and enhanced to Kyuubi’s wild, untamed looks. The yummy gold was swallowed up by crimson red with the same slit pupils like his beloved cats. His eyes bled scarlet as if it weren’t done taking over. The brimming, bloody droplets ran down his cheeks like tears, tickling down his strong jaw and chin before disappearing into his charcoal grey dress shirt. A growl rumbled deep within his throat, animalistic and raw in its warning as Kyuubi continued to look at the human boy suspiciously over his shoulder.

“Wh... what do you have there Kyuubi? I… Is it a kitten? You know h… how Minato f… feels about those,” Iruka stumbled out stupidly. His trembling fingers pressed to his lips too late to stop his words but they were out there and demanding a response. He felt so much like the unwitting teen of a horror flick that was so clueless to his own danger that he wished more than anything that his brother was there to chuckle at his foolishness, pat his head in reassurance before dragging him in a half hug so that he could inconspicuously turn to something else.

But he wasn’t there… he wasn’t there and Iruka suddenly wanted to know why. He wanted to know why and he wanted to know why in the hell Kyuubi looked feral and ready to attack him if he stepped any closer. So like an idiot who thought he was being brave he took a step forward again, demanding where his brother was even as he began to hyperventilate.

It was only the fact that Kakashi had started to turn back to find his master just before Iruka’s fear had spiked that the silver haired demon was able to pull the brunette out of harm’s way. A shadowy tail, wreathed and slivered back to its owner, vacating a small crater where Iruka had stood mere seconds ago. Iruka could hear his demon cursing softly above him as he wondered in bewilderment what just happen when he thought suddenly that this must be what a heart attack felt like.

Sure he was a young eleven year old but his chest was exploding with such pain and fire that he really did feel like he was going to die. His veins ran cold; he almost forgot completely how to breathe as he stared stupidly at the bloody form of his Aniki cradled in Kyuubi’s arms. There was no ignorant hope that he was alive and brimming with mischievous mirth at the prank he was ready to pull off when Minato lay like some overlarge rag doll in his Guardian’s arms.

Beautiful blue irises the color of a Caribbean sea or a blue sky after a rainstorm had finally pass, stared lifelessly up at his demon. No more would those eyes crinkle up with mirth and mischief, light with the soft touch of fondness and joy or darken with the strong determination that made him such a charismatic person. They just continued to look upward in shock and betrayal, empty orbs staring accusingly at the person who held their lifeless body to their chest.

His healthy tan pallor that never seemed to diminish despite the fact of being cooped up in board meeting after board meeting was now waxy and pale. It no longer simply glowed with the inner radiance of the spirit within rather it was sucked right out of him and poured onto the oriental carpet in a growing puddle of crimson. How Iruka could so obliviously have bypassed the blood puddle was beyond him but he couldn’t ignore the sadness and hatred that gnawed viciously at his young heart.

He was alone in the world again and it was again because of a demon. He had already lost his parents to soul eating demons and only gained a little respite with Minato only to have him snatched up too into their greedy maws as well. It was like some cosmic joke made at the poor orphan boy’s expense as he watched each precious person that he named lay dead on the floor to see no more.

Iruka wished, he wished, oh Kami he wished that Kyuubi’s tail had come down and crushed his body. It would have been a brief burst of pain that would shoot across all his nerve endings, making him choke on a stillborn scream before he would join the ones he cared about most. It would have been a more merciful way to go then to watch as he was again left behind.

‘We were going to go to a game…’ He thought this childishly before trying to jerk out of the grip his demon had on him, the same demon that prevented his swift death. He felt so numb, so numb and hollow and Kakashi’s touch was burning him. He couldn’t breathe with that thing so close to him making him feel like he was breathing in molten lava that burned at his lungs and ate as his oxygen so that each breath full wasn’t enough and Kyuubi. His gaze as he looked his aristocratic nose down on him scorched him further when he wanted to curl up into a sobbing ball and lose himself in his misery.

He hurt so much that he wanted to fight back. He hurt so much that he wanted to make Kyuubi hurt the way he hurt. To rip away that precious part of him that made him tick. That part of him that made him want to get up eagerly each morning to embrace a new day. He wanted to devastate Kyuubi; he wanted to annulated him so that each breath he dragged into his lungs was a constant reminder that he was alive and his precious one wasn’t.

He wanted… he wanted… he wanted… He wanted his brother back. He wanted to curl up on the couch with his Aniki to watch something even as boring as news before Minato ‘muted’ the television set and asked him about his day. No matter how dull in comparison to his own day Iruka knew that his Aniki would listen, smile and nod. He wanted that back. To remember his mother’s hearty laughter or the way his usually stern father would dance his mother around the room when the thought of their poverty seemed to overwhelm them.

There was so much want in him, so much need in him that he choked in it; drowned in it until it pour downed his cheeks and heaved out his chests in silent, hiccupping sobs. It was because of those demons. Demons were the ones that came to his impoverish village and gutted his parents’ right in front of him because they wanted him and his spiritual potential.

Why the hell would they give a rat’s ass that Minato was the only thing that kept his sanity intact. They were only selfish and loathsome creatures that couldn’t be blame because humans made them that way. But that didn’t excuse them, not one bit when they were the ones that ripped away his childhood, hope and dreams leaving nothing for him to cling onto but himself.

So with a cry he recklessly launched himself at Kyuubi knowing that it was a suicidal fool’s attempt powered by rage and so much despair. Kakashi confidently wrapped his arm around his owner’s waist and the poor brunette fought him. Iruka blindly kicked and clawed at the air; his tears obscured the sight of Minato and Kyuubi until they were wobbly blotches of red and yellow as he tried to escape to maim. Then when the kindhearted brunette finally realized it was useless he took in a shuddering breath before he poured his rage out into words.

“HOW COULD YOU!!! YOU SICK BASTARD, HOW COULD YOU TAKE AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MEANT ANYTHING TO ME. I HAVE NO ONE NOW!!! WAS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED? WAS IT… WAS IT!!! TO LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING TO BELIEVE IN!!!” he howled out so loudly that his voice cracked at the end. His throat burned with the rawness of his yelling before he fell back to more hiccupping sobs all the while a migraine beat viciously behind his right eye, radiating lancing amounts of pain throughout his entire head.

Iruka’s face was now blotchy pink from his frustration and grief as he ignored the chocolate locks that fell from the tight restrains of his ponytail to flop against his eyes and brush against his shoulders. He seemed like a broken shell of his former self as he cried audibly this time while simultaneously sagging against Kakashi. All the fight suddenly left him so that he was left with this hollow empty feeling that weighed heavily on his chest and dragged his limbs downwards.

‘It was useless… who was I kidding… I was always meant to be alone…’

So caught up was Iruka in his own private pity party that he didn’t realize that Kyuubi himself was in his own personal hell. That was until suddenly Kyuubi let out such a primal, heart shattering cry of pain and despair that it floored even the grief-stricken Iruka as it ripped pass the demon’s lips. It reverberated through their bodies, bouncing off the walls to explore every nook and cranny of the once immaculate study before seeking sanctuary somewhere else in the house; it carried with it the sound of such pain and grief that it sounded like the wails and screams of the entire human race.

Iruka couldn’t believe that sound was coming out of Kyuubi and not himself as his head jerked up in wonder. That was what he had felt like doing and yet on Minato’s demon it held such sincerity that his wails of pain paled in comparison, making his heart throb in sympathy; it was as if Kyuubi was the only one in the entire world who should be rightfully grieving for the lost of his Aniki and not himself. The sound simply raped his ears with such intensity and feeling that covering his ears up was useless. And for just a wavering moment he suddenly doubted that the blonde demon was the actual killer.

Who could possibly cry like that without meaning it from the very tip of their toes to the hair follicles on top of their head? He stared with round eyes at this great beast, tears still blurring his own vision and clinging to saturated lashes so that he didn’t realize until he wiped the wetness away what chaos Kyuubi had managed to invoke. That in all this time that his mind had tried to wrap around his Aniki’s death, nine shadowy tails had unfurled from Kyuubi’s backside to lash viciously and blindly out at the room.

His heart throbbed and sputtered in his chest at the realization that if it wasn’t for his demon he could have died several times over in the span of his grief as the tails whipped blindly around, smashing and cracking against neatly stacked bookshelves dispersed around the study. They created mini avalanches as texts such as Plato, Socrates and other dead philosophers lay in literary corpses on the once gleaming wooden floor. Their broken bodies piled up, mingling among the rubble of a bookcase that completely fell over joining the remains of his Aniki’s desk that had somehow flipped to stand up as a Stonehenge marvel on its side. Even the stone fireplace was caved in, crumbling and sagging in the middle until not even the mantelpiece was distinguishable among the rubble.

Iruka realized with bone chilling realization that this must be what a demon looked like when they finally snapped, pushed passed all reasoning. Kyuubi’s eyes that once lit with such intelligence and understanding were now blazing garnets of cruel intent and madness as he held tightly to his human as if he was still precious. The bloody tears continued to fall as once again Kyuubi screamed his pain out, wanting the world to know his despair as everything literally and figuratively came crashing down around him.

“HE’S MINE, MINE, MMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screeched surpassing any banshee wail as his neatly kept reddish blonde hair fell in a blazing halo around his head. This was the god of destruction embodied inside this demon as suddenly his maw yawned open impossibly wide to show a glowing ball of light in the back of his throat. (5) It was blindingly bright and grew larger and larger inside Kyuubi’s mouth, barely fitting as it sizzled against his lips.

Iruka didn’t know what that thing was but he had a sinking feeling that if Kyuubi launched that attack then he would surely die. And suddenly in a cruel twist of events he didn’t want to die anymore as the room was lit by the miniature sun of the fire demon. His need to live clawed unbearably at his chest born of his human’s instinct of survival as he screwed his eyes shut. He could feel his demon wrap his arms protectively around his small frame to shelter the brunt of the blow when suddenly it was gone.

Suddenly the blinding light was gone and so was Kyuubi, leaving a crumpled Minato behind to lay in his own blood as the berserker demon was sucked back to his own realm. It was such a cruel, blessed miracle that all the poor eleven year old cold do was choke on a sobbing laugh.

“The young master is tired right now and I am pretty sure that all of you have had an exhausting day.” Kakashi’s calm, monotone voice floated up to the brunette amid the wreckage of his flashback. Iruka clung to the thread of that voice, dragging himself slowly out of the darkness of his past to cling helplessly to the one person who proved his worth to him over and over again despite his initial fear of him.

He could barely see how Kakashi’s toneless words were betrayed by a cruel twist of his clothed lips at the last part but thanked him from the bottom of his heart that it was all over. Kakashi would send these people away and take him to his room where he can hopefully have a dreamless sleep. The thought made him smile just a bit in relief as he stubbornly kept his eyes close for fear that Kyuubi might invoke other memories of when Minato was still alive.

“Hayate and Genma-sensei will see you out,” Kakashi said as his final dismissal before breezing past the small Uchiha clan. The teachers that had accompanied them on the ceremony had already fled like cowards when the fight began leaving only Genma-sensei and Hayate behind to assist the distraught little group through the hellhole of a dungeon to the light of the waning day.

“I love my scarf,” Kakashi said after a little bit of climbing stairs. Both eyes were now open and looking down at his miserable brunette who looked like not even the Jaws of Life would rip him from Iruka’s grip. A soft smile lit across his lips at the look of concentrated determination on his Iruka’s tearstained face.

“Huh? What?” the young headmaster asked in confusion. He finally ventured to open his eyes to stare into the mismatch pair of his Guardian. Iruka was always taken aback when he gazed onto blood red and stormy blue. His eyes were so frightening and attractive at the same time that each time he fully gazed into them Iruka suddenly received excited chills.

“I said I loved my scarf. You know the one you made for me. It’s a symbol of our love for one another,” Kakashi insisted, one handedly drawing up a bit of red scarf even as he continued to carry Iruka up to his room on the top floor of the school.

“No it’s not. It’s just a stupid scarf,” the befuddled headmaster muttered, cheeks warm with embarrassment at the amused light in Kakashi’s eyes.

“That you made for me from the heart,” the silver haired man pointed out again.

“What is wrong with—” Iruka began in frustration, worried that Kakashi was intent on playing around with him so he could see his flush of embarrassment and frustration.

“Tell me you love me,” Kakashi said calmly, suddenly serious as he stopped right outside of Iruka’s private quarters.

“Wh… Why?” Iruka asked cautiously, narrowing big doe brown eyes suspiciously at his not-so-innocent demon. He still had a death grip on his demon but if Kakashi was going to play with his already frayed emotion today, especially when he was still sick, then he’d—

“I need… I need to know you still love me despite the fact that he’s back,” Kakashi began with a slight quiver to his voice even as he gently pried Iruka’s grip from his shirt front so that he could sit his brunette master down on the ground to look at him. “Tell me that you love me,” he softly demanded looking into confused mocha orbs.

Iruka hesitated. Not because he didn’t love the usually proud and somewhat perverted demon. He hesitated because it was sometimes rare to see Kakashi so vulnerable and in need of his reassurances. It was so humbling to think that ‘how he felt about the man in front of him’ meant the world to the cocky, intelligent demon so that his heart swelled with the warmth and need to reassure him.

“Of course I love you Kashi. You marked my heart a long time ago,” Iruka breathed out in awe. He then reached trembling fingers up to draw down his demon’s mask, showing him fully a wickedly handsome face that only he was privy to see before hungry, hot lips crashed down on his as he was pinned against his door.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, IN THE UCHIHA KITCHEN

It seemed only natural for all three participants of the Summoning Ceremony to adjourn to the kitchen for a cup of coffee or tea. Kisame assisted Mikoto in carrying the still sleeping Sasuke up to his room where his mother, gently tucked him in and kissed his forehead. For the first time in nine years she fished for and pulled out the baby monitor, turning it on and placing it by his bedside before taking its companion down the stairs with her.

She smiled gently at Kisame as he pulled out a kitchen stool for her before sitting down and resting the baby monitor in front of her. “How are you feeling anyway Kisame?” Mikoto questioned even as she gratefully began to wrap her fingers around the mug her son offered her. She gave her eldest a warm smile of appreciation as well, thanking him for the foresight of brewing up some peppermint tea for her.

“It’s just a little headache. It will go away in time,” Kisame reassured the petite woman. He plucked the tea kettle from Itachi before he could protest and pulled out a chair for him so he could sit down with only a faint blush and frown to show his owner’s embarrassment.

“It really wasn’t right what Kakashi did to you,” Itachi muttered darkly. He took one of the lightly powdered almond teacakes that his mother and Guardian made earlier that day before biting delicately into the light buttery crust, savoring it. Neither Itachi nor Sasuke were much into sweets unless they came homemade from this kitchen. Anything else made him cringe in remembrance of those insipid fan girls that plagued his childhood and tried to force him to eat their sweets.

“It was probably a necessary evil,” Kisame said reasonably, although his jaw muscles jumped as he ground his teeth together. He settled down with his favorite cup of Chai and tried to resist the urge to touch the small bump on the back of his head. Sure it would quickly heal and fade away because like all demons he could heal easily but the indignity of it all wouldn’t fade away as quickly.

“Still… he touched what was mine,” Itachi snapped bitterly before narrowing his eyes at the flash of teeth at Kisame’s sudden grin. “Don’t look so amused, you are mine.”

“Yes, Master. Of course I am,” the Mediterranean looking demon said docilely enough. But the mischievous glint in his dark onyx orbs and the sudden appearance of his dimples showed that he found the whole situation genuinely amusing.

“But really what was with that? The whole ceremony scared the bejesus out of me from start to finish. I mean is that really ordinary for a dark dome to form like that around the summoning circle and how could my poor boy sleep through practically the whole thing?” Mikoto pondered aloud, bemoaning the entire situation as she nearly sloshed her hot tea against the ceramic island table as her fingers began to tremble.

She was pretty sure that the whole situation scared a bit of years off of her and she wouldn’t be surprised at all if in the morning she woke up to her first gray hair. The fact that her husband wasn’t there to help mediate the situation in anyway was disheartening to say the least and she was sure to give him a good dressing down as soon as he came back from whatever mysterious meeting he was dragged into.

“No, Mikoto-san that isn’t normal. I’m almost one hundred percent sure that this demon Kyuubi, if that’s his real name, created that dome so he could do something without anyone else seeing. I don’t know quite what it is yet but if the reason for Sasuke sleeping like the dead is any indication of what is to come then we should all pay close attention to him,” Kisame said seriously even as he gently drew the cup away so that Mikoto wouldn’t burn herself.

“That is what I was worried about though.” Mikoto insisted as she took up a teacake to nibble on so that her hands had something to do.

“I’m sure if there was anything serious to worry about than Iruka-sama wouldn’t have allowed his demon to dismiss us so easily,” Kisame tried to reassure though Itachi could see doubt barely hidden within his eyes.

“Well he didn’t really look up for talking after he’d collapse. He could have just brushed our situation to the side until another day,” Itachi said wryly, having to put the possibly truth out there. It displeased him that the young headmaster could brush the Uchiha name to the side like that for some common cold and a situation that happened many years ago with Sasuke’s new demon.

“Well it’s sort of understandable. I mean, he did come down to the dungeon in his sick condition, which we should all be grateful for because now we have Sasuke back with us. He could have just as easily sent some other people to handle the situation instead of dealing with it personally,” Mikoto insisted, wanting to protect the poor dear. Even though she had been wrapped up in hugging and comforting the sleeping Sasuke she couldn’t ignore how bitter the headmaster sounded when he spoke Kyuubi’s name or the way he seemed to collapse at the mere presence of him. If rumors were true it was all the more understandable that Iruka’s demon dismissed them to take care of his master.

“How does someone like this Iruka person become a headmaster anyway? He can’t be much older than me and he doesn’t really seem that qualified,” Itachi pointed out. The elder son was a smidge jealous that someone so young could’ve risen to such a title faster than himself without him noticing. He was fifteen and a half and had already graduated from high school. There was much buzz surrounding him as he started his first year in college that he would be in great demand once he graduated and started internship somewhere. But the fact that this nameless nobody could possibly surpass his intellectual genius and his demon’s might rub the Uchiha the wrong way.

“Well actually he is twenty-one. Apparently Iruka Namikaze, the headmaster of Konoha’s top private school, is Minato Namikaze’s adopted brother,” Mikoto said in a hushed tone as if someone would somehow overhear their conversation.

“So he relied on his brother’s name to get to where he is.” Itachi finished, a bit relieve to see that his position as the number one rising star wasn’t really being changed.

“Well… no. The Council… well you know who the council is, the council wanted to groom Iruka to take his place as the Kage no Ô because not only was he that talented but he was also favored by such a powerful person as Minato and his predecessor Sarutobi. But unfortunately he declined the offer in order to put himself wholeheartedly into flourishing the school that his brother had started to create in order to help manage and create strong Demon Summoners who knew what they were getting into. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him,” Mikoto confessed even as she took up her tea again to drain it of its contents.

“I have. I just thought of this miracle headmaster person as being someone a lot older and young in the Council’s definition as ‘young’, not my own definition,” Itachi confessed, disheartened by the latest stats on his newest rival.

“I completely understand what you mean. But it’s a really inspiring story once you think about it. How he lost everything at eleven and fought for not only his survival when the Council tried to deny him ownership of his brother’s property but his place in the world as well. I mean can you honestly imagine how traumatized he must have been seeing his brother’s killer holding his dead body, almost dying in the process himself before making such a success of himself? I would be absolutely devastated. I don’t think I could ever imagine someone as close as actual family just going berserk and killing their loved ones. I don’t care if they were ordered to or not. You’d have to be some kind of monster,” Mikoto breathed out passionately in a hushed whisper before shivering appropriately.

“Yes, I guess to imagine that, you’d have to imagine one of your own slaughtering the whole family to even come close to Iruka’s level. And I hear this isn’t the first time he lost his loved ones,” Kisame mused aloud in agreement, patting her hand in reassurance even as he gauged his master’s reaction. He could see so clearly that Itachi had now found a rival worthy of himself to defeat and he himself had to admit that he wouldn’t mind going up against Iruka’s Kakashi.

Just as each individual was inclined to lose themselves in their own personal thoughts about the events that had recently unfolded and the information that they just learned they all stiffened at a sudden noise. A piercing scream that suddenly seemed to be coming from the baby monitor and another part of the house, alerting them all that Sasuke was in serious trouble.

To be continued…

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(1) -The scarf was actually inspired by Kakashi’s ANBU outfit. I thought it was a cute idea to keep even if he’s not an ANBU shinobi in this story.

(2) – Since this is an AU and I like to bring some things from the anime and make it fit into the different settings, I decided to make Kakashi’s favorite attack Chidori become the name of his sword instead. Also just as it’s hinted that Kyuubi’s element was fire and Kisame’s possibly water, Kakashi’s is most definitely lightening.

(3) - One of the advantages of Kakashi’s Chidori is that even if the attack doesn’t slice the opponent, the air around the sword is so intensely charged by the electrical current coursing through the blade that it acts like an invisible knife that just as easily slices if the opponent is too close to it.

(4) -The cave was actually inspired a bit by the cave in Saiyuki when Goku was vanished to spend his immortality inside it as well as inspired by the cave Kimimaro was forced to stay trapped in until he was needed. Since demons live on spiritual energy and the powers that be locked him in such a desolate area with sparse vegetation and creatures to feed off of Kyuubi was left with a gnawing hunger that has yet to be sated.

(5) -This is the same attack used when Naruto grew more than three tails and began to look more than a little bit like Kyuubi in the manga/anime. In that form he had lost all sense of reasoning and attacked friend and foe alike. He also formed an energy ball that left such a deep furrow of devastation in the forest as he fought against Orochimaru which coincidentally injured Sakura in the time skip.

(6) - Not only can Naruto release an energy beam that could create utter destruction like in the anime, his tail in this story can drain an unfortunate individual of their spiritual energy if it touches them. If the person is touched too long by the tail that person will either die or become a complete vegetable so best to avoid it altogether if you can.

(7) - Naruto is running on barely a quarter of his powers since when he arrived back to the human world he was ravenous with hunger. Not even draining Sasuke completely would put him at a hundred percent. It might have taken everyone who was there at the dungeon at that time to get him humming with power but his efforts would defeat the purpose because of course as soon as his master dies he will be sent back to the demon world.

(8) – Kakashi used a similar attack on Zabuza to restrain him so that he could use his Chidori. It’s good for holding enemies in place, especially if you are using an attack that takes a while before it warms up.

A/N: Do you realize how long it took me to write the first chapter? Plus it was seventeen pages and then you guys had the nerve to review and send my star out of orbit. I thank you bunches for that. But this is still being updated the week after I first published this story so I did meet my rubrics guidelines, albeit a bit later than Monday.

Aya and Lady Laran thanks again for being my impromptu dream team. You guys may not know it but you keep me from going all pessimistic and insane with worry about how I should continue each new chapter/story by reassuring me constantly that I’m on the right path. Kei-chan I hear you want to join the fold and become my beta. But be forewarned I’ll type your ear off with story ideas that I must abstain from until I finish the ones I have first. Anyway I hope you enjoy and I look forward to many more comments in the future.
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