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The Newling	By : EntityLvr Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Deserters and Lessons
- 2-Foolish Brother
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Warnings: mentions of SasoDei and SasuGaa
Chapter 2
Itachi remains seated in his throne and after a few moments of silence his deep voice flows out. “We will be discussing your behavior later Sasuke.”
That causes the younger Uchiha to flinch slightly and sit back down. “Yes Itachi.”
“Sasori.”
The man appears and bows. “My Prince.”
“Where is Deidara currently?” His voice sounds off as if he’s still thinking about something.
Sasori frowns. “I believe he is feeding. Do you wish me to fetch him?”
A nod. “Do so.” Itachi watches as Sasori bows and leaves. Then he turns his attention to the raven next to him. “Sasuke.” He senses the other tensing and gets a slight thrill from that. “Go to mother and father. I will deal with you later.”
Sasuke tries to hide the shiver of fear at that. “Yes brother.” He stands, bows, and flits away. How did that annoying Uncharted ruffle him like that? And so easily! He finds his parents sitting in one of the inner gardens. With a huff he walks over and sits heavily in the empty chair between them. Lady Mikoto sits to his left with Lord Fugaku on his right.
Mikoto raises a brow. “Problems? I thought you were with Itachi in court today.”
Sasuke winces a bit, the motion noticed by Fugaku. The elder Uchiha frowns. “What did you do Sasuke?”
Sasuke sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Ran my mouth a bit too much I guess.” It is technically correct. He doesn’t want his parents to know of this new weakness.
Mikoto clucks her tongue. “You know better than that. You need to uphold your title.”
Fugaku definitely is not pleased by this. “Itachi gave you that title to help him. Do not throw his gift back in his face. Whatever he does to you, you have earned it.” That makes Sasuke flinch again.
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Elsewhere Sasori goes to the feeding room and enters. He spots Deidara burying his fangs in a hired human. “Deidara. Put your fangs away.” The royal family hires quite a few people to be donors. Humans and half-bloods. Sure, the other vampires can go out and hunt but that practice for those in the Uchiha home is slowly dying out. Why waste time hunting when you have plenty of options right here.
A blond with long hair pulls back from the human’s neck, swiping his tongue over the bite to close it. Then he swipes his tongue over his lips to catch the last drops. “Tch. What do you want, un?” Deidara has blue eyes and platinum hair that is usually up in a high tail with a few strands framing his face. He’s a Dormant and had been bitten by Sasori during a bout of sadomasochistic sex after meeting at a blood bar. The blond has never asked why Sasori was there mainly because he doesn’t care. Deidara had known he’s a half-blood but never bothered to activate his genes. But ever since he shifted he’s been almost clinging to Sasori as his Senior/Sire. And the redhead wouldn’t mind as much if the blond wasn’t such a pain in the ass. He almost delights in irritating his Senior and giving him plenty of attitude.
Luckily the brat is useful in some ways. Sasori, as an Active, tends to have very violent urges. But due to new laws he can’t just go out and kill. So, during these times he turns to Deidara who is a rather intense masochist. He gets out his rage and Deidara gets fun sex. Both work out and both prefer this relationship. Love and fluffy stuff is pathetic. But using others? Beautiful.
Sasori’s face is blank. “You’re summoned by the Prince.”
Deidara rolls his eyes. “We can call him by his name when he’s not around, yeah. Not like he’ll hear it.”
That makes Sasori scowl and walk over before hitting the back of Deidara’s head with a loud crack. “You are over a thousand years old and yet you are STILL a brat. Prince Uchiha hears all.”
Deidara only smirks, no fear despite the hit. “So he heard what we did last night, hm?” The blond had definitely not been quiet then so it is a possibility that many heard their activities.
That simply makes Sasori growl though. “Brat. Go.”
Dei pouts. “You’re no fun, un.” He walks out of the room and goes to the throne room. They both go in and bow. “My Prince. How may I be of service, hm?” He knows better than to give any kind of sass to Itachi.
Itachi chuckles to himself, as if amused at something, before his expression turns cold. “I have a task for you and Sasori.”
The redhead steps forward next to Deidara. “Yes?”
“Kabuto is to be taken out. Normally I would send Hidan but he is busy elsewhere.” Hidan is his Active in charge of eliminating problems.
Deidara grins. “Can we play with him, yeah?” He’s obviously excited by this prospect.
A sigh comes from the Prince. “Do what you wish. As long as his existence ends.”
The sadistic redhead smirks, also enjoying this. “Thank you, my Prince.” His voice hints that their playing will take a while.
Deidara bows. “Yes. Thank you Prince Uchiha. We’ll have lots of fun with this, yeah!” His sadism also breaks through.
Itachi waves his hand to dismiss them, watching them flit away. “Kisame.”
The Dormant immediately appears at the Prince’s side. Itachi is actually his Sire, which he considers an honor. And as such he is Itachi’s personal guard. He is loyal and strong. Enough reason to give him that job. “Yes Sire?”
“I will be busy informing Sasuke on how to behave properly. After that I will feed. Any brought in are to be denied or sent to wait in the dungeon if they’re here for judgement.” His voice is calm yet there is a hint of annoyance at the memory of how Sasuke acted. It isn’t the first time after all.
Kisame bows. “Yes Sire.”
Itachi stands then. “Now to teach a lesson.” He really is getting tired of Sasuke’s outbreaks. If the boy wants to keep his title and his place next to Itachi’s throne then he needs self-control. Which he doesn’t have right now. He makes his way through the halls like a shadow. He enters the garden, giving a nod to his father and a smile to his mother. Sasuke is sitting and has been chatting with them it seems. But once he senses Itachi his entire body tenses. “Sasuke. I’d like to speak to you.”
Immediately Sasuke stands. “Yes brother.” He walks past, barely controlling a flinch and goes out into the hallway. He doesn’t know what is going to happen or where but he knows he won’t like it. He remains silent as he follows Itachi to an old sitting room. It is also completely empty. Itachi stops by the door and Sasuke goes in first. He hears the door close and swallows before turning to face Itachi. “Um..” Before he can speak pain erupts in his face and he flies back a good few feet.
Itachi watches the other. “Do not speak. That is what got you in this mess.” He slowly approaches his brother, enjoying the slight spark of fear. “Your inability to control your words has finally become more than a nuisance. I should not have to correct your behavior several times during active court.” He crouches down to where Sasuke is still on the floor. “You may still be in training, baby brother, but you are losing my trust.” He sees the exact moment that sinks in. He knows that Itachi’s approval is what Sasuke craves the most. So hearing he’s failing at that is the most effective punishment. He stands up. “If you speak out of turn again, we will be having more than just a small chat. Understand Sasuke?”
Sasuke quickly nods. He moves from sitting to kneeling. “Yes Itachi. I’ll do better.”
“See to it that you do.” Itachi turns and walks away. “Now to feed.”
The Prince makes his way through the halls to the room where his personal donor resides. He can sense Haku is there already. He opens the door to find the feminine looking man reading a magazine of some type.
Haku looks up and smiles, setting the magazine to the side. He stands and bows. “Hello my Prince. Do you need to feed?” Haku is Itachi’s personal donor. He is a Dormant who had been activated by a Deserter name Zabuza, who was quickly exterminated. Haku was brought in for judgement and was given the task of being Itachi’s donor as he was in need of a new one. After Haku finished his service, he requested to remain in the position and Itachi saw no need to deny the request. Now he has a permanent method of feeding.
Itachi walks over and gently runs a hand along the other’s face. He had been surprised when Haku requested to continue to serve and was actually a little flattered. It had been sweet and also made it easier on Itachi, as he didn’t have to find a new one. “Yes.” He watches as Haku tilts his face to bare his neck. With the precision of a snake Itachi latches on and immediately pierces a vein. The taste is interesting as it actually tasted almost pure. Another unique quality that made him glad the feminine man wanted to continue serving him like this.
Haku shivers. The feeling of giving your blood, your life, to feed another is incomparable. Feeling each pull is like something that borders on orgasm. Haku doesn’t know if it’s this way for everyone but it is amazing for him. He feels useful and wanted and that’s all he wants. Zabuza had been horrible in every way possible. Haku had been completely compared for his life to end when brought before the Prince. But he was given a second chance and he vowed to prove he deserves it.
He feels a tongue swipe the bites but before he can comment he feels teeth sink in again. Two bites is the usual amount for most feedings. Otherwise you can risk injuring the donor. That was fine in the old days but no longer. Injuring a donor can effect the peace that was hard won.
Finally Itachi pulls away, licking the red off his lips. He sighs and closes his eyes as he feels his body absorb the blood. He opens them to look over Haku who is blushing and has a bit of a problem. This makes Itachi chuckle. “As always, my thanks.”
Haku nods and clears his throat. “You seem troubled my Prince. Care to clear your mind?” Every once in a while Haku would listen to Itachi’s current issues. He feels it’s his job to help keep his mind stay focused, and it’s hard to be focused when you can’t stop thinking of annoying things.
Itachi considers it for a bit before nodding. “Sasuke has yet again proven he may not be capable for the job. His mouth is a problem and his attitude is out of control. I’m running out of ways to correct him.” He walks over and sits in a comfy chair, watching as Haku sits back in his own. “The boy wants to do it but he’s still young and foolish.”
Haku just smiles serenely. “Perhaps ban him from active court for a while?” It’s mainly just something to respond with. He doesn’t actually expect Itachi to take it.
But the Prince is quiet for a few moments longer than usual. “…I’ll give him one more chance and then perhaps I shall try your suggestion.” He’s running out of ideas but his love for his foolish brother is allowing him to have him try again.
Haku bows his head. “I am honored you took my suggestion.” He watches as Itachi stands. “Thank you for visiting me and I hope you fare well.”
Itachi nods and leaves. He should probably check to see if any new court meetings have appeared but he feels tired and just wanting to rest. “Perhaps a nice bath will help.” And so he makes his way to the royal baths. It’s different from the one that was used by Naruto. It has an area for washing and then a large tub sunk into the floor for soaking. There is a second tub in a curtained off area for a more private soak. He begins to strip with a sigh. The attendants immediately spring into action in order to help their Prince relax as much as possible.
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Naruto has just had the history and facts of vampires almost pounded into his head. And that’s not an exaggeration. He had apparently frustrated Gaara to the point that he threatened Naruto with physical violence multiple times if he didn’t shut up and pay attention. He now knows of Dormants, Actives, Shifted, Deserters, and some more laws. He groans and leans back in his chair. “My brain hurts! That was too much information.”
Gaara scowls at him. “That is needed information to keep you existing. Stop complaining.”
Naruto rolls his eyes and sits up. “So what am I supposed to do during this servitude bullshit?”
“Whatever Prince Uchiha says,” is the vague answer. “I was the first success and as such did my own serving under him.”
Naruto looks interested at that. “Oh? So, what went on? Like, what should I expect?”
Realizing that he has to explain this or risk annoying Itachi Gaara goes on. “Unless he says otherwise, where he goes you go. It’s a way to keep an eye on you. When you rest it will be in a room designed to hold Deserters. It is located next to Prince Uchiha’s room. When he does not require you by his side you will be with me.” He does not seem pleased by that thought. “In court you will be kneeling next to him. He’ll have a sort of flat pillow for you to rest on. When he is seated it is your job to remain lower than him.”
Naruto frowns. “Isn’t that arrogant of him? I mean I get he’s in power but being lower than him?” He stops talking at the cold look in Gaara’s eyes.
“Never speak ill of the Prince. He hears all.” The words are spoken with such warning that it actually causes a shiver down Naruto’s spine. “If you speak carelessly you will be punished. And you will not like it.”
The blond nods slowly. “Got it…show respect.” Damn. But can Prince Itachi really hear everything? It seems like an exaggeration yet Gaara looks so serious that he feels he has to take it for truth. Guess he better watch his mouth. And that is not something he’s good at. His mind drifts back to the younger raven, Sasuke. He also seems to have problems with that. That sucks that they have that in common. The guy is a bastard. “So what about Sasuke?” He almost says something rude but holds his tongue at the last second.
Gaara shrugs. “I suppose you can call him second in command. Though he is still in training. His title is Wakai Omo. Their clan originated in Japan and it means ‘young lord’. Their parents are Lady Mikoto and Lord Fugaku.”
Naruto’s tone is confused. “Why is only Sasuke referred to in Japanese terms?”
“I don’t know, but he is.” That was such an annoying answer.
Though at a thought, Naruto smirks. “So can I disrespect him?”
Gaara frowns. “…not in front of the Prince.”
That causes Naruto to raise a brow. “If he hears all then why does it matter?”
“Not sure. But he doesn’t seem to mind it if he isn’t present. At least he hasn’t had a problem yet.”
The blond grins. “So you do it too?”
Without shame Gaara nods. “Sasuke and I have an interesting...relationship. I suppose humans call it ‘friends with benefits’ or something like that.” He gives another shrug. “So I tend to talk trash on him often.”
Naruto laughs. “I definitely like you. You don’t take shit. Well except from the Prince, but I guess that’s normal.”
In response Gaara rolls his eyes. “Uh-huh.”
The blond sighs and stands up from the chair he was in. “So do I have to call Sasuke by his title?” That will be annoying if so.
Gaara shrugs. “Only in front of the Prince. If you say his name to Sasuke himself he’ll throw a bitch fit but can’t actually do anything about it since he’s still in training.” He grunts. “Which I’m sure he’ll be in for quite some time if he doesn’t get his attitude together.” A glint appears in his eyes. “Or perhaps he’ll lose it completely.”
Naruto frowns. “Why are you happy about that?”
This causes the Elder to raise a brow. “Happy? I’d call it more entertained.”
Before Naruto can respond, a knock comes to the door that Gaara has deemed ‘the study’. Gaara gets up and answers it to find a white haired man dressed in the outfit that some of the guards use. So obviously must be a guard.
Gaara doesn’t seem impressed by him. “What Suigetsu?”
Suigetsu gasps and places a hand over his heart as if hurt. “Oh ouch! What’s with that tone Gaara?” When all he gets is an eye twitch he decides to explain. “The Prince is starting active court. The Deserter is to attend.” His tone is serious now and professional, which makes sense really.
Gaara nods. “Understood.” He watches as Suigetsu walks away before turning to Naruto. “Come.”
Naruto stands up and follows his Elder. “So who was that?”
“Suigetsu. He’s one of Sasuke’s personal guards and a nuisance.” And that’s all that is said.
When they get back to the throne room he tries not to look at Itachi, even though he still bows. He frowns when he sees the pillow sitting there but doesn’t put up a fuss and just kneels on it.
Gaara bows again. “I take my leave.” And then he flits off.
Naruto did notice that Sasuke was absent. Guess he ran his mouth too much earlier. That makes Naruto have to keep back a snicker. When the hall’s doors open, the smell of blood flows in. And then the two that are the cause of the smell enter. Blue eyes widen. “Whoa…thought I was bad…” He may have been a bit messy and enjoyed causing chaos but these two…they are on a whole different level.
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