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Dragon Kind	By : Xiophelia Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Dragon Kind
- 2-Part 2
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The sun was filtering through the branches overhead, peeking through the leaves as they covered the road. It was a nice day to travel and it was being taken advantage of. There was a caravan travelling the old trading road, more than likely those travelling had thought it would be safe of bandits. They were wrong of course, up in the trees predators waiting, muscles spry and ready for action as hungry eyes roamed over the carriage that was obviously carrying treasures. That particular carriage was their main goal and would feed countless dragons for months.
Shikamaru knew he had to wait for the right moment, that one false move could cost him and his group their lives. For years he had lived with Kurama, the man teaching him and Naruto everything they needed to know to survive in the world they lived in. The twins had flourished under him, soaking in all the information Kurama gave them and putting it to good use. The older dragon had taken a shining to Naruto, naming him his heir should anything happen to him.
Shikamaru had agreed to the decision, knowing that he’d be right by Naruto’s side no matter what. Neither dragon had expected Kurama to die a few short weeks after naming his heir. The twins had found it odd and decided to investigate what happened to who they had considered their father, but there was no evidence of anything. Not a single scrap of information could be found and those who could have had the information were nowhere to be seen.
Brown eyes watched the caravan. It was obvious the guards surrounding it thought this would be an easy stroll through the gardens. Their posture was relaxed and swords were sheathed. It was as though they thought no one would dare to attack the caravan. Shikamaru set his mouth in a firm, grim line. It would be easy to overpower them, but he and Naruto were the only Halflings in their band of merry little bandits and were a liability. But even so, their small stature could come in handy as most full blooded dragons didn’t know how to fight someone almost half their size.
They were in position when Shikamaru gave out the call to attack, the call of a bird uncommon to this area so his men would know that it was time and wouldn’t push it off as a random bird. The men descended on the caravan, wings out and full as they glided to the forest ground and surrounded the halting caravan. It was obvious on the guards faces that they were not expecting such a thing to happen and were ill prepared. As they reached for their weapons, they were stopped, each of Shikamaru’s men holding a spear at the throats as clawed hands went up in submission.
This was almost too easy and Shikamaru glanced to his brother. Naruto’s face wasn’t one of victory, but of wariness. It unnerved him to see such an expression on his brothers face and couldn’t help but wonder what warranted it. His brother’s blue eyes were trained on one of the carriages and his brow furrowed as his frown deepened. Following the gaze, Shikamaru’s own expression soon mirrored Naruto’s, they had attacked the royal caravan. Even if they had the advantage now, they would soon lose it.
A large, blue dragon stepped out of the royal caravan, his scales glinting in the sunlight as gray eyes roamed over the dragons who had his guards captive for the moment. Everyone knew who the giant dragon was, he was the Demon of the Mist, Kisame. His large scales glinted bright blue in the sun that shone through the leaves. Amongst them, there were scars, Kisame’s body was a testament to the battles he had survived and that he was worthy of his nickname. His face was set in a grim line as he observed his surroundings, taking in every detail he could before attacking.
Shikamaru was stunned at the speed in which Kisame moved, having never seen the dragon in action before. He knew they were beyond fucked with the graceful way Kisame moved, it was honed, trained and filled with killing intent. Then those gray eyes set on Naruto, there was a determined glint in them and Shikamaru knew his brother was in trouble. He wanted to move, to intersect the dragon and protect Naruto and so Shikamaru’s body moved on its own. Shikamaru moved in front of Naruto, curling around his smaller brother but the blow never came.
Curious, Shikamaru moved his eyes to Kisame, the dragon was stock still, staring at them as though they weren’t worth the trouble. And most would think them not worthy. They were halflings afterall and were not high up in the caste system of the dragon world. Shikamaru knew this would be their only chance to run and tried to urge Naruto to move, but his brother was trembling, feet rooted to the ground and he would not move. Growling, Shikamaru shoved Naruto to pull him out of whatever terror had gripped him and pushed him towards the forest, unfortunately, it was at that moment a figure stepped out of the carriage.
“Do not let them escape, Kisame!” The voice was deep, strong and proud, it held little room for failure as well. Their way was block by the huge dragon, he had used his wings and the small open air above them to his advantage. Naruto held onto Shikamaru as the other thought on how they could escape.
There was no way out, they were trapped and Shikamaru knew it. They were halflings and no match for a full blooded dragon in combat. Kisame was a legend among the dragon people, his strength known throughout the kingdoms. There was no chance of Shikamaru and Naruto beating him, it was impossible. Their best option at the moment was to surrender and hope that whoever they had attacked would grant them mercy. The chances were low for that sort of outcome, but Shikamaru was willing to take whatever he could get.
“We surrender,” he said, his tone smooth and non-threatening. A dragon’s instincts were a dangerous thing when they were being threatened, one could be easily killed if they weren’t careful. Shikamaru bowed low, Naruto following his example as they made themselves as non-threatening as possible. Shikamaru could only pray that mercy would be granted, if not, he would find a way to save his brother. Naruto was more than capable of surviving on his own, he didn’t need Shikamaru by his side any longer. The twins had been together since they could remember, and even though they had tried separation before, it had felt wrong.
Shikamaru was aware that if he were to send Naruto on his way, the pain would be great. There was no explanation for it, but he he would do whatever it took to protect Naruto. There was movement behind them, the sound of jewels clinking together filled the breezy air. Neither twin moved, knowing whoever it was behind them was royalty. Half-breeds were forbidden from gazing on them without permission, the punishment for doing so was the removal of an eyeball. Only the cruelest dragon would have both removed out of spite if they felt a Halfling stared for too long. Tension ran high around them, their skin was prickling with adrenaline that had nowhere to go. It was a dangerous energy and could result in bad decisions. Shikamaru had to diffuse the situation before they found themselves on the execution block.
“What do we have, Kisame?” The smooth, velvety voice asked, dancing along Shikamaru’s mind. He had never heard such a voice before and knew that deceptiveness stemmed from such a tone. He had to tread carefully if they wanted to survive this encounter.
“Vagabonds, Halflings by the look of ‘em,” the giant dragon snorted, lowering his sword. The legend knew that they weren’t any match for him, even if they had Lady Luck on their side.
“Turn around, both of you,” the voice commanded and both Halflings complied, turning and keeping their eyes to the ground. They were kept there until the command was given for them to gaze up.
Shikamaru knew they were screwed the moment his brown eyes glanced the decorations on the fit body. The dragon’s features were enough to inform that the dragon before him was of the royal family. The dark hair, black eyes tinged with red and the scattering of navy blue scales mixed with the jewels, gold, tattoos and piercings were a dead giveaway. This dragon was a member of the ruling family, an Uchiha. The royal family was a dangerous one, they were short tempered and held no mercy for anyone, child or elder.
They were ruthless and only answered to the elders, and even then, they twisted the rules as much as they could without breaking them. The Uchihas were ruthless and many citizens obeyed them, fearful of what should befall them if they didn’t. There were rumors that the princes were not as ruthless as the rest of the family and they possessed a small shred of sanity.
Shikamaru knew the dragon before him was one of the princes, but he was not sure which it was. He knew he had to keep his mouth shut and he could depend on Naruto to do the same. If they weren’t spared, then at least their den would survive, several constituency plans were in place in case of their disappearance. The twins would not have to worry about the safety of those they considered family.
The dark depths were unreadable, they were openly examining Shikamaru from head to toe. Shikamaru wasn’t clean, the dirt of the past few days clinging to his skin. There had been a river nearby, but Naruto and Shikamaru refused to use it in such a way. Shikamaru schooled his features to stay impassive, knowing that the Uchiha could use any reason to incarcerate or execute him on the spot.
“Hmm, you’re young,” the dragon prince commented idly as he walked a circle around both Naruto and Shikamaru.
He felt like meat on the chopping block, being inspected for the best parts before the rest were thrown away. He didn’t like the stretched out silence, it made Shikamaru even more nervous as the Uchiha dragon made another circle. The moments stretched out, seeming longer than they should have when he finally stopped, standing in front of Shikamaru and lifting his tanned face up with a claw tipped finger.
“I will enjoy you,” the prince said, his honey-smooth voice promising many things as Shikamaru’s heart thumped in his chest. If he had to suffer this dragon, he would if it kept his brother safe. “Your brother will be an excellent reward to my men.”
“No, anything but that,” Shikamaru spoke lowly, struggling to keep his voice even and undemanding. It was a task since Naruto’s fate was at stake and he would not allow his brother to become a plaything.
“You believe you can negotiate with me? How...quaint. Very well, I will give him to Kisame. I’m sure the Demon of the Mist will enjoy his company.” The dragon amended, giving a quick glance to Kisame who shrugged his shoulders. The prince knew the young Halfling didn’t interest him in the slightest since Kisame had his brother, Itachi, but it was insurance against the one in front of him. The Halfling before him didn’t have to know that information.
“Of course, your highness,” Shikamaru answered, bowing his head in respect and jabbing Naruto with his elbow so he would follow his lead. Naruto complied and bowed his head as well, his blue eyes were burning with fire and Shikamaru knew it would only be a matter of time before he acted out.
“Good, I’ve been wanting a new slave and you’ll do just fine I do believe,” the prince mused, tapping his chin with a pointed finger. “Kisame, move them into my carriage and we’ll be on our way. Father will be displeased if we were to run late.”
Not waiting for the two Halflings to move, Kisame picked them both up in his large arms by the waist and carried them to the awaiting vehicle. The prince was looking on in amusement at the scandalous expression crossing his new slave’s face. He would enjoy this one, knowing the younger half-dragon wouldn’t break under him. A smile crossed his lips as the Halflings were thrown into the carriage, this would be a most interesting endeavor, he was sure of that much.
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Shikamaru scowled at the outfit that was presented to him, if it could even be called that. All it consisted of was a black loincloth and a collar with Prince Sasuke’s insignia on it. He wanted to refuse to wear it, to throw back at the other slave and tell the prince to go screw himself. But Shikamaru wouldn’t have been the one to be punished for such an act. Sasuke had made it clear if he should act out in any way, Naruto would receive the punishment. It was a dirty move by the prince and he used it so far to keep Shikamaru under control. The first three days under the prince’s care were volatile as he rebelled in small ways. Sasuke, of course, had noticed them and allowed a smirk to grace his lips as he reminded Shikamaru of exactly who would be punished.
He took the offered garments, still scowling at them before the other slave left the quarters he shared with Naruto. He wasn’t sure what his brother was exactly up to when he was with Kisame and the crown prince, but the other Halfling was always tight lipped about it. Shikamaru had been jealous of his brother at first, Naruto wasn’t forced to wear the loincloth nor perform menial tasks that were below his intelligence. Shikamaru was appalled at some of the tasks Sasuke had assigned to him, but had grudgingly finished his work.
Stripping down to his bare skin, Shikamaru warily slipped the garment on, unaware of the dark eyes watching him from his doorway. When it was time to place the collar on, he narrowed his eyes. It meant he would have to remove the precious gem around his neck and store it somewhere safe. Their rooms weren’t exactly secure and anyone could come along and take his necklace. It was the only thing he had from his parents, along with Naruto. They weren’t sure what they were since they only had the feeling that the gems were important in some way.
As he reached for the leather thong that held the gem, pale hands stopped him. Surprised, Shikamaru looked up to see Sasuke, dark eyes wide at the curious expression on the dragon prince’s face. Carefully, his necklace was undone and the prince held it, eyeing it curiously as it changed colors. It had never done so before and Shikamaru was curious as to why it was dancing with prismatic colors.
“Do you know what this is?” Sasuke asked, his voice low as he looked to the Halfling. His expression was unreadable to Shikamaru, as he held the precious stone in the palm of his hand.
“No, I’ve had with me since I could remember, Naruto has one as well.” Shikamaru answered, his hand darting out to swipe it back. He wouldn’t allow Sasuke to have it, it was his and no one elses.
“Such a shame you have no idea what this is,” Sasuke said silkily, moving his hand out of Shikamaru’s grasp. “I think I will keep it for you, you know, for safe keeping.”
A hiss escaped Shikamaru’s lips before he knew what was happening, his instincts were kicking in, whispering in his ear that this dragon wasn’t worthy of the gem just yet. Growling, Shikamaru moved forward and tackled Sasuke to the ground, his claws digging into pale skin and scales. His wings unfurled from his back, while they weren’t huge, they were useful as he bit as Sasuke who defended himself. They bit and clawed at one another, taking bites of flesh from each other’s bodies as they reverted to a primal state that was reminiscent of their ancestors.
They tumbled on the floor, evenly matched as they fought. Shikamaru wouldn’t allow this dragon to take the only thing he had from his parents. It was his and it was precious to him, he would never allow anyone else to have it unless they were worthy of him. His instincts fueled his insubordination as he continued to claw at Sasuke, aiming for the other’s eyes before his hands were batted away. Clawed fingers dug into the tender of his wrist, but Shikamaru didn’t care as he flapped his wings in order to try to escape the other dragon. It was failing though, Sasuke was so much stronger than him as a pure blooded dragon and it infuriated his own.
“You will cease this at once!” Sasuke barked, moving his head so that his teeth were grazing over Shikamaru’s pulse point. It was a tactic for a dominant dragon to subdue a submissive, thought he doubted the Halfling knew that. He bit down, his teeth shallowly sinking into sensitive skin.
Immediately, Shikamaru went limp, his body going lax against Sasuke’s as he was held. A clicking noise left his throat as Sasuke removed his mouth, the prince licking over the wounds in apology as guards from the castle stormed the doorway. Scowling, Sasuke used his large wings to cover Shikamaru, knowing that the punishment would be severe if it were to be discovered that his slave had attacked him.
“Prince Sasuke, we heard a scuffle from the outside, are you hurt?” One of the guards, queried, glancing at the prince’s wings in suspicion.
“There was a stranger in my slave’s room, go find the culprit or I’ll have your heads,” Sasuke commanded, narrowing his eyes as the same guard went to open his mouth once again. “Now!”
The booming order had the guards scattering, searching for anyone who may have appeared suspicious. Satisfied that the guards were gone, Sasuke withdrew his wings from around Shikamaru’s body. The Halfling was still glaring up at him with the most defiant expression on his face. Three days and Shikamaru was as headstrong as ever, not bowing to his whim and defying him it the smallest of ways. It was so refreshing from the normal timid slaves that Sasuke purposefully pissed Shikamaru off.
“Give it back!” Shikamaru hissed, his dark eyes clouded with anger as he pushed Sasuke to the floor, straddling the dragon’s hips. His hands were on the other’s strong shoulders as he pinned the prince to the floor, his expression murderous as Sasuke smirked.
“I will do with it as I please,” Sasuke purred, not giving Shikamaru the answer he wanted. “You are my property and as such, anything that belongs to you, belongs to me in retrospect and I shall take what I wish.”
Shikamaru opened his mouth to respond, but another person entering the room kept him from doing so. Glaring at Sasuke, he rolled off the dragon prince’s body and turned, finding his brother standing there with a curious expression on his face. Shikamaru glared when Naruto went to open his mouth, effectively stopping whatever smart ass remark would come out of his brother’s mouth. Sasuke, seeing that his welcome was worn out, stood and glided out of the room, giving Shikamaru a triumphant smirk as he held the necklace, the gem dangling from the leather thong tauntingly as he slipped from the room.
Growling in frustration, Shikamaru flopped his body onto the bed. He wanted to rip Sasuke to shreds for the stunt he had just pulled. That necklace was his only connection to his parents, the only proof he had that he and Naruto were wanted. He covered his eyes with his arm, sighing in exasperation. Already they were making plans to escape, staying up until almost dawn making up escape routes. But three days wasn’t enough time to gather all the information they needed and they were forced to extend their stay.
“What was that about?” Naruto asked, taking a seat on the only bed in their chamber. Shikamaru had refused to serve the prince until Naruto was staying in the same quarters. He had wanted the reassurance that Naruto wouldn’t be touched in an unfavorable by Kisame or the crown prince. Not even a few hours into their first day in the castle had the truth about Itachi and Kisame come forward.
“He took my necklace,” Shikamaru answered, not bothering to lift his arm from his face. He could feel Naruto close to him, offering him comfort through their connection as twins.
“Then we have to get it back, plain and simple,” Naruto responded, sneaking a hand out to remove Shikamaru’s. “We’ll just have to push our plans back a bit until we can retrieve it back. It won’t harm us to stay for awhile longer, Shikamaru. I know you don’t like this place and I don’t either. But there are some really nice people here you have to meet.”
“Don’t get attached, Naruto. They’ve been slaves their whole lives and they won’t escape with us. You haven’t shared our plans have you?” Shikamaru asked wearily, glancing at Naruto with serious brown eyes.
“No, I’m not that stupid.” Naruto snorted, letting his brother’s arm fall back to Shikamaru’s stomach as he laid down beside him and snuggled up to his side. They had always been close and always slept in the same bed, Naruto couldn’t sleep without Shikamaru near him. His brother played with his blond hair as a sigh left his lips.
“How are they treating you? I never get to see you during the day,” Shikamaru asked, steering the conversation away from their escape. Sometimes the walls had ears and he wouldn’t want anyone to get wind of their plans until after they were long gone.
“They’re treating me fine, actually. Kisame just watches as Itachi talks to me while I bathe him. I don’t really do much but tidy up the crown prince’s room and bathe him. Itachi treats me as though I’m not a Halfling,” Naruto answered, his hand tightening on Shikamaru’s side.

“I’m glad then, at least you’re safe,” Shikamaru mumbled, his own treatment wasn’t like Naruto’s and while he was jealous, he was glad his twin didn’t have to deal with Sasuke and his moods. Together they drifted off into sleep, Shikamaru holding Naruto tightly as though he would be ripped from him in the night.
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Shikamaru wiped the sweat from his brow as he labored under the hot summer sun. His skin was heated from the rays that bore down on him, but not once did a complaint leave his lips. Sasuke had ordered him to clean his clothes in the nearby river instead of the laundry room that was located inside the castle. He had no idea why the prince had commanded this other than to torture him since the basket he carried was laden with clothes, some he suspected weren’t even dirty.
Growling as he placed the last garment into the basket, Shikamaru stood. He was done with the task that had taken hours to complete. He knew the prince had assigned him this task just to annoy him and to keep him out of his chambers. A week had passed since his necklace was taken from him, Naruto hadn’t been able to sneak into Sasuke’s chambers to retrieve it as Itachi and Kisame had kept him busy with simple chores that kept him close to them. It was frustrating and beginning to work his nerves as each day passed he was without it.
In a moment of defiance, Shikamaru hadn’t worn the collar Sasuke had sent to him. The prince had noticed it first thing that morning and had commented on it, saying it was such a shame that Shikamaru couldn’t learn his place like his brother had. The rage that boiled in Shikamaru was great at the jabbing comment, but he had to tamp down on his anger unless he wanted Naruto to be punished for it.
Hefting the basket up and resting it on his hip, Shikamaru began the short journey back to the castle. A guard had been placed with him in order to keep him from fleeing, but it wasn’t necessary and Sasuke had known that. As long as Naruto was behind those castle walls, he wouldn’t leave. Shikamaru would never abandon his brother and Sasuke was well aware of his weakness.
As he entered the courtyard, Shikamaru took notice of a crowd gathering around two fighting dragons. There wasn’t much entertainment in their daily lives and so when a fight broke out, everyone flocked to the scene immediately before the prince or a guard would show up to break it up. But this time was different, Sasuke was standing in the first ring of the crowd and immediately, Shikamaru’s stomach dropped. The second prince always broke up a fight even if a guard was a present. He took it upon himself to set an example and make sure the servants of the castle knew where their duties lie and that fighting amongst themselves was not acceptable.
Handing the basket off the guard, Shikamaru stalked forward, pushing the other slaves aside before he was standing beside the crowned prince. The scene that greeted his eyes enraged him, making his dragon roar in anger as Shikamaru jumped into the fight. He pushed Naruto away from the full blooded dragon who had injured his twin to the point where he could barely stand. Naruto had always been a strong fighter, but he always had a limit and Shikamaru could tell he was there. With Naruto safely out of the way, Shikamaru could focus on the creature who had dared to touch his brother, not noticing that Itachi and Kisame had taken his brother from the fight.
Not a word was spoken as Shikamaru attacked, rushing forward and sinking his claws into a soft underbelly, hooking his fingers there as he used his fangs to tear into flesh. All rational thought had left his mind as he lost himself to bloodlust. He needed to damage the dragon in front of him as payment for Naruto’s injury. As far as Shikamaru knew, Naruto had never crossed another person. He didn’t necessarily have the time to go out and make enemies when Kisame and Itachi had kept him to themselves. It made him wonder just how in the world he had gotten involved with a fight.
Shikamaru ignored his own injuries as he fought the full blooded dragon fiercely. Despite the disadvantage he had, he was holding his own ground against the more experienced fighter. He hadn’t caused enough damage yet and when the dragon retreated, he let a frustrated roar escape his mouth, barging after the retreating frame. He was stopped, though, strong arms wrapped around his waist and prevented him from following the one who had dared to hurt Naruto.
“Stop this,” the gravelly command was given, but Shikamaru did not heed it. He attempted to move once again for his target, his body attempting to move, but the strong arms around him wouldn’t allow him to move.
Once again, there were teeth at his neck, causing Shikamaru to relax and fall limp into the body behind him. The wordless command had him obeying as he was led out of the public eye. His focus wasn’t on Naruto, but on his own wounds and how he would treat them. Somehow, he knew his brother was safe and taken care of tenderly. He was drug through the castle, the other dragon having tried to carry him, but Shikamaru had growled in protest.
They entered the bathing spring, every dragon in attendance scattered in fear of the expression on their princes face. Shikamaru had no time to protest as his loincloth was ripped from his hips and he was thrown into the hot spring. Sputtering as he surfaced, Shikamaru's senses returned as he wiped the water from his eyes. Brown eyes narrowed and found Sasuke stepping into the water and treading through it before he stopped before Shikamaru and slapped him.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the stone room as Shikamaru’s head whipped to the side. When the Halfling turned his gaze back to Sasuke, he glared, his expression saying what he felt better than words ever could. He loathed being here, hated how he was being because of his blood and pissed at how Naruto had been treated.
“You were to not interfere!” Sasuke growled, grasping Shikamaru’s arms and pulling the shorter Halfling closer to him. “What would have happened if you had been killed?”
“Naruto was in danger,” Shikamaru responded, narrowing his eyes as he looked up to Sasuke. “He needed to be protected.”
“He was winning! Defending his honor like a full blooded dragon dragon! You were too blind to see it!” Sasuke responded, shaking Shikamaru as though that would put some sense into him. “Just because you smelled blood, doesn’t mean he was dying! Are you that dense?”
Shikamaru didn’t say a word, his lips were firmly pressed together as Sasuke’s hands dropped from his arms. He thought the prince was leaving when he turned to walk to the edge of the bathing pool. He was surprised, when instead, Sasuke gathered up a towel and soap and returned to his side with the materials.
In silence, Sasuke cleaned Shikamaru, the blood washing off into the water to float and spread out until it wasn’t visible. The minutes drug on as his skin was cleaned of any blood and his wounds were washed out carefully. Shikamaru couldn’t even think in that moment as he watched Sasuke gently run the towel over his body. The prince’s expression was one of determination, but Shikamaru couldn’t decipher exactly why he was determined. And he wouldn’t ask either, his pride wouldn’t allow him to speak to the dragon prince and see what was bothering. It wasn’t his place as the man’s slave who treated him as though he were worth nothing and had stolen something that was precious to him.
“Do not interfere with a fight next time,” Sasuke commanded, his voice thick with an emotion Shikamaru couldn’t quite place. “Even if it is that moron Naruto, I do not want you to put yourself in such a predicament unless we are under attack, understood?”
Shikamaru didn’t even give a verbal response, he only nodded his head. He would follow the orders, he had no other choice unless he wanted to be placed in the dungeon. Shikamaru was well aware of the fact that he should have been placed there his first day with his constant insubordination. He wondered exactly why Sasuke wouldn’t imprison for his outbursts and transgressions. The thoughts were interrupted as the dragon prince excused himself from Shikamaru’s presence and left the wondering Halfling alone with his thoughts.
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