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What lies beneath Sasuke's Story	By : asuka5271 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ohayo minna-san thank you soo much for all you wonderful reviews I know a lot of you were confused about the ending and pretty much hated for the way I ended but I couldn’t help it. No matter how much I tried in the words of prettypurpletiger from adult fiction“You have written a story where there is no way that the lovers can be together. It’s an impossible situation.” That pretty much sums up what I was doing. As much as I love stories with happy endings and what not I wanted to try a situation where no matter what happened the odds were always against them but regardless they couldn’t help falling in love.
Also I couldn’t really think of a way for them to be together with all things considering because as much as I’d love to have Kyuubi pop up and become Naruto’s fairy god mother and magic him alive it would’ve felt too fake. I wanted to make the story realistic as possible in the situation they were in and hopefully I’ve done that.
Story has been beta’d by the lovely Xiah-sensei XD thank you so much for correcting all my numerous mistakes.
Also I’ll be making weekly updates from now on every Wednesday most likely.
Okay now on to the story xD
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Disclaimer I do not own Naruto and Co.
Chapter Two
So you’re a Shaman
Packing the rest of his things into the back of his car Sasuke slid into the driver’s seat before setting off to Hitoshirezu Sato.
Two weeks had passed since the visit from Jiraiya. Sasuke had chosen to stay at Itachi’s rather than return home. He knew he had to take this case but he would need his brother to help him. It was still early September meaning they still had about a month before Sasuke had to leave.
As soon as morning came both men were up and about in the kitchen despite not having much sleep. Itachi had taken a couple of days off to help Sasuke prepare, whilst taking the next three months off Sasuke’s work as paid holiday.
Sasuke could see the worry in Itachi’s eyes every time he looked at him but he couldn’t – wouldn’t pay any mind to it. As much as he wanted to close that chapter of his life, it appeared to be impossible. It was one of the responsibilities of the Uchiha clan drilled into him since he was a child, but Itachi did not posses the ability, and Sasuke knew Itachi felt guilty for that and also held a personal feeling of responsibility for what had happened to his parents.
It would take a lot of spiritual power to trap a place into a time loop and an equal amount of power to free the trapped souls.
Unfortunately The Uchiha clan was the only last remaining clan alive who possessed this power. Ever since the ancient times their families had been renowned Shamans; owning temples and such every where in Japan. It was only during their great grandfather’s time that they incorporate themselves into the business world, and they were better known for it.
He could still remember the day when his father had told him about his history, and awakened his Sharingan.
Six year old Sasuke sat seiza style on the cold wooden floor beside his older brother. He and Itachi were in their family shrine located on the east side of there home. Usually they only went there in the morning and evenings, despite his father being a corporate mongrel and his mother a fashion designer, they always had time for their daily ritual at their shrine. Although they didn’t follow a certain religion, at least not the type of religion that Sasuke was familiar with, his family very much believed in the after life and spirits.
It was because his family had come from a lineage of Shamans. His mother would always tell him stories of his ancestors; how they would use their power called the Sharingan which had two features; Amaterasu, which would exorcise spirits of rage or other negative emotions that were trapped on earth and causing harm. Tsuki-yomi, which could open a spiritual gate allowing souls who were just lingering on Earth, but unable to completely move on, move on. The only problem was that they couldn’t simply use their abilities; they first had to help the ghost resolve what ever unfinished business they had.
In the extreme case where a ghost refused to move on and was terrorizing people, there was a third feature to the Sharingan but it wasn’t frequently used, not only because of what it did but the effect it had on the user. Susanoo the third and almost taboo technique that obliterated the soul, meaning the soul would never be reborn, it would cease to exist.
It had been thought that the side effects of using the Susanoo was because of its God level status. Only god should be able to obliterate or create a soul, it should not be something human should do. As a result those who used Susanoo would have ten years of their lives cut short as well as be very weak after using it.
The only Shaman to this date to have ever used the Susanoo had been one of their distance ancestors Madara; he had used it against a rather violent spirit dubbed Kyuubi after the legendary fox demon due to the sheer havoc and terror it has caused. Kyuubi had killed exactly 999 people before Madara had realized that there was no other choice but to completely destroy his soul.
Though it may have appeared after so many murders using Susanoo would’ve been an easy decision but it was a huge responsibility on the Shaman. Not only because of the effect on them, but Shamans were brought up with the belief that no soul was un-saveable. A soul would forever remain pure and can never be tainted; the body was seen as a host in which the soul provides energy for otherwise known as life, but it is the body’s freedom to choose how they live their life. As a result it was the responsibility of a Shaman to aid a soul in it passage to the other realm for reincarnation in the event the host’s feeling trap the soul.
Therefore a Shaman had to exhaust whatever possible ways to save the soul and if it proved insufficient, only then could they use Susanoo.
Sasuke had always wanted to be Shaman after hearing of all the stories and how his family had saved so many people. Due to the high level of their power his family was only ever called for the larger cases, when others with spiritual powers didn’t have enough to help that particular spirit. It was also amongst the reason why the Uchiha family had a tendency to deal with more rage filled ghost, although at that time Sasuke was unaware.
Both he and his brother were waiting patiently for their father who had told them he had something important to discuss. Itachi was six years older than him Sasuke had wondered if his brother had already started exorcising ghosts but he far always too afraid to ask. Despite speaking about their ancestors his family had a tendency not to speak about the ones they’ve helped.
Sasuke could feel the excitement building inside him even though on the outside he was calm, his mother had told him the Sharingan would develop after their sixth birthday and Sasuke had just turned six two days ago. Though he wanted to awaken his powers soon as possible he knew there had to be ritual performed before it would awaken, and he knew that was why he was there. Although curious as to why Itachi was there since he should’ve already gotten his Sharingan but Sasuke paid no mind to it too intent on the probability of him becoming a Shaman.
Soon enough their father strolled looking majestic as ever. His dark coloured bangs hung down around his face whilst he was supporting traditional white shrine clothing. In his arms was a very old dark wooden box and on the front the Uchiha symbol had been burnt into the dark wood making it look sinister; a Pandora’s box that forever shouldn’t be opened.
Sitting opposite his sons Fugaku placed the wooden box down in front of him. Gazing into the eyes of both of his sons he began to tell them the same story that was once told to him by his father.
“Within this box lie the ashes of our ancestor. He was known as the Sage of Six Paths after having aided in the crossing of six spirits over the course of six days, as well as being the father of the Uchiha line he is also the person we have developed our Sharingan from, and from him our inherited responsibility to the spirits of this world.
When he had died his son had cremated his body and the ashes have forever been passed down through generations and protected in the Shrine, only ever seen when an Uchiha turns six.” Pausing he turned towards his youngest motioning for him to come forward
Sasuke hurriedly got up until he was sitting directly in front of the ornate, discoloured box. He watched as his father muttered some chants before opening it. However before he could get a look at what was inside a painful stinging sensation overwhelmed his eyes causing him to cry out and collapse into a small heap of white cloth, pale skin and dark, dark hair.
Holding his face in his hands he failed to see the satisfied look his father gave him before closing the box, nor the look of concern that was written all over his brothers’.
As the stinging died to a slight ache Sasuke blinked repeatedly ridding his eyes lids of the discomfort and disguising wiping away the tears in his eyes to rubbing them out of irritation
Once he could see again he quickly sat up ready to apologize to his father unsure what had come over him when Fugaku placed a hand on his head ruffling his fluffy, child hair. Sasuke stared at him in confusion but seeing the proud look upon his father face he couldn’t help the giddiness that began to bubble away in his chest.
“The spiritual power of the Sage of Six Paths was so strong it remained with his physical body despite passing away.” His father began explaining taking his hand away from Sasuke’s head he motioned for Sasuke to return to where he was sitting earlier. Scurrying back wards Sasuke waited for his father to finish.
“Because of this only the Sage can choose who is worthy of the Sharingan and who isn’t.” Sasuke’s eyes widened in shock. He had thought every Uchiha got the Sharingan. Fugaku continued ignoring his youngest son’s surprise, “we can only tell who will develop the Sharingan when an Uchiha turns six. This is a time of passage for that Uchiha, each member is exposed to the heavily spiritually embedded ashes of Sage of Six Paths. If you are chosen the moment the box is open the Sharingan will awaken.”
Sasuke’s eyes turned as wide as saucers as his fathers words registered. Fugaku gave a slight nod confirming what he had been suspecting. Eyes brightened with happiness and it took everything Sasuke had not to scream and jump for joy. He missed the slight saddened expression his father let slip from his Uchiha mask. He knew of the difficulties his son would face. Although he was proud of his son, Fugaku still wanted to shield Sasuke from the evil experiences that could break him. His father had once told him the time it took for one’s Sharingan to awaken determined the strength of it. In other words the faster the stinging sensation disappeared the stronger the Sharingan was.
Fugaku was torn between happiness and sadness with how quickly Sasuke had gotten over It, his powers would undoubtedly be great but also he would have to deal with the more difficult spirits.
Getting back to business he looked at both of his son’s in seriousness. “As it seems both of my sons have been gifted with different abilities I will now lay upon my inheritance.” Once again Sasuke was overcome with confusion as to what his father meant.
“Itachi you were not given the gift of the Sharingan instead you abilities excel at business management. For this you will start your training as my heir to the company.” Turning to look at his youngest who was staring at his older brother in shock not knowing Itachi didn’t have the Sharingan.
“Sasuke,” snapping his face towards his father, “because you have been chosen to have the Sharingan you will start you training immediately to become a Shaman. You may choose to run your life however you wish but as the only son with the powers of the Sharingan aiding souls should always be your first and foremost priority.”
At time Sasuke had been so excited. He was disappointed for Itachi that he didn’t have it but at the same time he felt special. He always worshipped Itachi as his big brother… his hero. Itachi was so good at everything but this time… this time it was Sasuke.
Sasuke who his father would wear his proud expression for; Sasuke who would continue the family heritage in a way Itachi couldn’t.
Despite only being six he was already always being compared to his older brother. No matter how hard he tried he never reached Itachi’s perfect scores when he was Sasuke’s age. It wasn’t so much his parents but more teachers; since he attended the same school Itachi had he still felt in some way inferior to Itachi. As if he wasn’t good enough. But now he was able to do something his brother couldn’t, though his teachers wouldn’t know and they would continue to have a slightly disappointed look because Sasuke got 90% on tests rather than 100%, Sasuke was happy because his parents would know… They would know his true value.
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So a little about Sasuke’s background and how he became what he is. What do you guys think plausible or was it just a whole bunch of random crap you didn’t understand.
Due to differences in educational structures I decided against mentioning what kind of school Sasuke goes to since in Britain it’s called primary school and I have no idea what’s it called in other countries but I’m assuming you all just filled in the blank with whatever educational status a six year old in what country you reading this from. It never ceases to amaze that there are people from all over the world reading my fics. xD
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