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Naruto stood in the shower. The hot water was long gone, but he stayed there under the spray, numb.
Was Sasuke happy?
He kept professing his love for Naruto, and he never got angry, but how long would that last when he kept asking for things that Naruto couldn't give?
Yes, he could change the shape of his body, either in reality or illusion, and maybe he could learn the social graces that he was missing. They could limit their sex life to only things that pleased Sasuke.
But how could he help with the Uchiha name? Or the continuation of the Uchiha line? How did other families cope with things like this? How did family members provide for the needs of each other?
Naruto had this idea in his head that families and blood ties were permanent things. But now that he gave it more thought, he wondered why he would think such a thing.
Jiraiya had been alone. Tsunade would be the end of her line.
His own family was gone and would end with him. Sasuke was the last Uchiha, all murdered by a fellow Uchiha. Sasuke himself might have killed his brother if Naruto hadn't been forced to. And Hyuuga? The curse seal was placed on family members in the event of disappointed expectations. Those examples were of families bound by blood. He and Sasuke were not.
But he wanted a family so desperately. He wanted Sasuke to be that family. Maybe he just needed to try harder. He just had to learn what family meant to Sasuke. If he didn't he would be alone again.
Of course, that was only if Sasuke would ever let him go; he said he wouldn't. Surely his friend was just as afraid of being alone again as he was.
Just as he started to feel somewhat better, his resolve to try harder firming in his heart, he heard the bathroom door open.
"Dobe?" Naruto turned off the water and stepped out of shower. As he looked at his lover, he was overcome with feelings of affection for him. They were both the same. Both alone. Both lonely. The two of them were trying to figure out something that was new to each; two orphans struggling to find a way to be happy.
"My god, your skin is freezing. What have you been doing?"
"Cold shower," Naruto smiled.
Sasuke eyed Naruto for a moment. "Now why would you need something like that with me right here?"
"That’s a good question." Naruto's lips quirked and he traced a finger down the alabaster chest.
Sasuke was filled with sudden anticipation. This was the closest he'd seen Naruto to his old self in weeks. He felt an urgent need to press his advantage.
He grabbed Naruto's arm and towed him into the bedroom. When he had him by the bed, he wrapped the blond in his arms and kissed him.
"Naruto, I love you." He gripped blond hair. "I love you so much. Let me make love to you. Please, let me." He rubbed his hands everywhere he could reach. “Be with me. Let me be with you.”
"Yes. Anything...everything." Naruto let himself be pushed onto the bedding and groaned aloud when Sasuke crawled on top of him.
Not wanting to lose this, Sasuke was quick to undress and get the lube from under the pillow. In no time he was thrusting into his blond.
"Do you love me?" He pressed the blond's shoulders into the mattress, his gaze boring into the eyes below him. "Tell me you love me."
"I do love you, until the day I die."
Sasuke's eyes dilated. "I want this to be the best ever. Help me make this the best ever."
Sasuke remembered the mind blowing chakra encounter from months ago. “Can you do it? Can you do it to yourself?”
Naruto's eyes dulled. "Okay." He closed his eyes and pushed his hand between them. As he grabbed his deflating erection, he heard Sasuke growl, "Yes, make it good."
Then he took a deep breath and squeezed; his face contorting in pain.
Sasuke shoved himself up and slapped Naruto's hand.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry!" His eyes darted away from the black gaze. Sasuke almost never yelled at him. "I thought..."
He looked back at the brunette, earnestly. "Is this what you meant?" And he turned himself into Hinata.
Sasuke cried out and scrambled across the bed away from the small female form. "Naruto, what the hell is wrong with you?" He was still shouting.
Naruto was getting frantic. It had started so well and because he was so stupid, he couldn't figure out what Sasuke wanted. In desperation he transformed again, this time into a very pregnant Sakura.
Sasuke's eyes widened impossibly. Then he lurched forward and grabbed Naruto by the shoulders, shaking him. "Change back right now," he yelled at the top of his voice. "Right the fuck now."
When Naruto was back in his original form, Sasuke shoved away from him. He stared at the bedspread with a dazed look on his face.
"What is wrong with you?" His voice was a shaky whisper.
"I don't know," Naruto whispered back and curled up on his side. He was beyond tears. "I'm sorry. I forgot that it might make you unhappy."
"Naruto...." Sasuke had no words. Something was so wrong that he couldn’t wrap his head around it. He turned to his friend, and as he watched the unchanging blank stare, he felt an overwhelming fear that Naruto would disappear before he could figure out what was wrong with him.
He lay down on his side facing the blond and reached out and grasped the bony wrist. Suddenly he realized what was right under his grasp. The cuffs! Nothing else made any sense.
Sasuke gripped his arm harder. Naruto was not going to disappear tonight. And tomorrow, Sasuke was going to see the Hokage.
"Hokage-sama, I would ask for your help." Dark bangs swayed as Sasuke's head bowed in respect.
"What is it?"
"I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner. I should have come sooner… I know you’ve already examined him… I wonder if he’s told you everything, though…” Sasuke sounded like he was babbling.
“Spit it out, Uchiha.” Tsunade frowned at Sasuke’s uncharacteristic display.
“It's Naruto." He looked up at her and she could see the turmoil in his eyes. "There is something wrong with him."
"What do you mean?"
"There is something…” He paused and then said, "For instance, he has lost a lot of weight. He won't eat. I know you know that, but I'm very worried about his physical health. I found him unconscious, and…" He looked up. “Did he tell you that?’
She frowned at him, having a hard time following this. “Tell me? About you being worried?”
He cleared his throat and interrupted. "There's more. He is avoiding everyone. He..."
She just looked at him.
"He's not the same. Besides the headaches… He...doesn't ever know what day it is. He seems to be...afraid. Of me."
Her eyes narrowed. "Afraid of you?"
"I swear to you, he doesn't have a reason to be."
She said nothing.
"And, he's hurting himself."
"What does that mean?" Her voice was taking on a dangerous tone.
"Clawing at…inflicting...pain." He looked desperate. "I've tried to stop him. I think I've stopped him, but..."
Tsunade was standing now, leaning on her hands on the desk.
"And," he whispered, staring at the floor, his gaze tormented, "on a more...private..." His voice faded.
"What? What is it?" she growled.
"He is henging as women during..." He didn't finish.
There was silence.
"And he henged into..." His voice dropped off again.
She came around the desk. Anger and tension simmered in her voice. "Say it."
"A…female…in the village...pregnant." He stepped toward her, his hands up in supplication. "Let me bring him to you. Please look at him again. I thought maybe it has to do with the chakra suppressors. It wasn't long after they were put on him that this started."
"I'll expect you both in less than an hour."
The Naruto before Tsunade was almost unrecognizable. His face was gaunt and she could see the bones of his shoulders and hips through the clothing hanging off his body. She did an admirable job of keeping her shock off her face, but it didn't matter since he wouldn't look up at her.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked, his gaze darting up and then away just as quickly. "Sasuke said something about a report?"
"Yes, brat," her tone was casual. "It's been a few months now, and I'd like to know how the guard duty is going; whether there have been any incidents I should know about."
"Uh, no. I would have reported if there were."
"And how you are doing staying in the village? This is the longest stretch you've been home in a few years." She tilted her head. "Not getting antsy, wishing you were back in the field?"
Naruto's eyes darted even more furtively and Sasuke didn't realize that he had reached out and taken the gray hued hand near his.
"No. It's fine." His tone wasn't convincing. "I'm good here."
She stood abruptly. "Well that's good. Since you're here, I'd like to take a look at the cuffs." She strode around the desk and took his free arm. "You should have had them checked before now. You know as well as I do that there are no case studies for your situation. I've been remiss in not keeping better records on this."
"But you’ve already…"
"I'm sure it's fine, Naruto." She pulled him toward the door. "It will only take a minute."
"I don't know what's wrong with him." Her elbows resting on her knees, the Hokage dropped her head and pushed her fingers through her hair. "I was lax in not checking the cuffs. There really isn't a case study for the implications of suppressing demon chakra for extended periods like this."
"You…he said…you haven’t examined him already?” Sasuke looked confused.
“I haven’t seen him in months.” Tsunade frowned.
Sasuke was silent a moment taken aback that Naruto had lied to him. Then he shook his head and turned to Tsunade.
“Can we take the cuffs off?"
"The council put them on him against my better judgment." He started to speak, but she held her hand up. "But there’s some strange brain activity going on. I've never seen anything like it. It's way too fast and it's as if his head is...crowded. It seems to be, for lack of a better word, misfiring. He has to be in agony." Sasuke’s face paled, but she kept speaking. "I have some justification for overriding their decision.
"They want him. They want the security he brings to this village." Sasuke's fists clenched.
"But he can't do that if he's dead." She stood abruptly and rapped the rubber gloves in her hand sharply against her thigh. "Give me five minutes to take them off and then take him home. Keep a close eye on him and keep me apprised of his condition. And for god’s sake, see that he eats."
He stood in front of her and bowed his head. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. Thank you very much." His voice was a shaky whisper.
She tilted his head up by his chin and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for bringing him. He'll be fine. I won't let it be otherwise."
Sasuke was ready to rip his hair out. He hadn't known what he had expected, but he didn't think that Naruto's condition would get worse in the week since the cuffs had been removed.
He could feel the full strength of the blond's chakra as well as the undercurrent of the demon's. But Naruto's condition was unchanged. Sasuke didn't know how much longer the blond could go without eating; how much more weight he could lose.
Finally he had to say something.
"Naruto, I wonder if you have looked in the mirror lately."
Naruto stared at the table top, after having refused again the breakfast Sasuke had made for him. "I'm trying..."
Alarm bells ringing in his head, Sasuke dropped into the seat across from the distraught shinobi. "What are you trying?"
"To be more...to look better. To look the way you want me to. Like Neji and Sai. For you."
Sasuke felt his stomach lurch. This 'was' about him. Distress caused his words and voice to be harsher than he intended.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're angry with me. I'm...sorry?"
Sasuke came around the table and knelt in front of his friend. "Please tell me what's wrong. I love you so much and I know there is something wrong with you."
"I know it." Naruto was limp in his arms. "There's more stuff wrong with me than I can fix." He dropped his head to Sasuke's shoulder. "I’m trying, but I'm so tired." The sigh that escaped his lips gave testament to that fact.
Sasuke had no idea what to say. Where was this coming from?
"Here. Just lean on me for a while." He hugged the boneless blond. "It will be okay. I promise."
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