Walking Corpse | By : suomynonakun Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Ten years earlier:
Tsunade sadly ran her hand through the brilliant blonde locks of the fifteen year old boy lying still in his hospital bed.
In the room next door lay another boy, who was being watched over by a pink haired girl, who’s expression was similar to Tsunade’s as she ran her fingers through jet black hair.
Two days ago the boys had finally come to clash after their only real fight three years before. Their first fight had ended in disaster, leaving the blonde injured and unconscious and the dark haired boy a missing nin.
For three years they trained and no one but their sensei, two of the three legendary Sannin, knew the extent of their powers.
Konoha had been on alert for years, ever since Orochimaru’s first attack on the village. Naruto and Jiraiya had returned to the village only a week before Orochimaru’s giant snakes invaded and sound ninja’s attacked.
The first reports of the attack came to Tsunade when she was in a meeting with Naruto, discussing his training. Genma had teleported into her office, a toothpick dangling precariously from his mouth as he explained that two of their gates had been broken through.
She ordered him to tell the chuunin that their first priority was to get the villagers to safety and to have the jounin fend off those at the gates.
Genma had only left moments before the Hokage tower began to shake. “Naruto!” Tsunade had called as the building moved precariously. Her first instinct was to protect the boy.
The fifteen year old moved from position in front of the desk, in a flash, grabbing her and leaping out of the window as the tower collapsed.
Setting her to her feet they watched the tower fall, clouds of smoke rising as the rubble hit the ground.
“Tsunade! Naruto!” Jiraiya called, running to their sides.
They could hear the laugh before they could see the man. The “Ku ku ku” that they would recognize anywhere. A giant snake slithered into view, tail wrapped around what used to be the base of the tower, the end flicking carelessly. Two ninja’s stood on its head.
As the smoke cleared they could see them clearly. The taller of the two had white hair, although his face was still quite young. The glare of the sun off his glasses hid his eyes from view, but they all recognized Kabuto.
The shorter figure laughed again. “It’s been awhile, Jiraiya, Tsunade—Naruto.” It was Sasuke’s face, Sasuke’s body, but the gravely voice emanating from his lips, that was Orochimaru’s voice.
Naruto hung his head, clenching his fists. He was too late.
“Tsunade-sama!” a voice called. Five Anbu were suddenly between her and Orochimaru.
“Go!” she said. “I don’t need your protection, help the villagers!”
The Anbu hesitated before bowing quickly and heading into various parts of the village.
“Let’s end this Orochimaru!” Jiraiya called.
“Yes,” Orochimaru said. “It’s finally time.”
Tsunade tensed for battle. She’d been waiting for this moment for a very long time. “Naruto, stay back,” she said, cracking her knuckles.
“Not a chance in hell, Tsunade-baba,” he growled.
“Naruto! You can’t fight him!” she cried.
“Tsunade,” Jiraiya’s rough voice cut in. “Let him fight.”
“Jiraiya, he could be killed!”
“Tsunade!” the white haired man said angrily. “He won’t be fighting alone.”
She sighed. “Be careful, Naruto.”
“Don’t worry,” the blonde growled.
“Tsunade-sama,” a smooth voice said. Kabuto stood in front of them, a good twenty feet away. “While I would prefer to fight Naruto-kun, to—repay him for our last meeting, Orochimaru-sama has requested that I fight you.”
Tsunade looked at Naruto, expecting him to say something very loud and very brash to Kabuto and was surprised to see him standing with his arms crossed, watching him with an expression that bordered on disinterest. His three years of training had certainly calmed him down, she thought.
“I still owe you for our last fight,” Tsunade said to him. “Your cheap tricks with blood aren’t going to work this time.” She rushed at him, and their fight began.
“Well, Jiraiya, I guess it’s our turn,” Orochimaru said through Sasuke’s mouth.
Angrily, Jiraiya bit his thumb, drawing blood. Recognizing the seals he began to perform, Naruto placed a hand on the older man’s arm. “Ero sennin, if you summon Gama Bunta half of the village will be destroyed before the fight is over.”
“Ku ku ku,” came the laugh from above them. “Looks like the brat’s lost some of his brashness over the years.”
Both Naruto and Jiraiya glared up at him. “Orochimaru!” Naruto cried. “I swear I will kill you before the day is over!”
He laughed again. “Not much smarter though, is he?”
Naruto and Jiraiya suddenly attacked, the boy leaping to a building and onto the snake’s head while Jiraiya ran up the snake’s body, using chakra to stick to the snake’s scaly skin.
Orochimaru attacked with his tongue, a sight that almost made Naruto sick as it flew from Sasuke’s mouth.
Naruto ignored the feeling and flipped away from the tongue, which moved in an arc towards Jiraiya. The while haired man dodged. He looked towards Sasuke’s—no, Orochimaru’s bandaged arms. If he could just get in close. The tongue was too long to allow for close range fighting.
“Naruto!” he called.
After three years of training together the boy knew what he wanted and quickly executed. “Kage Bushin no justsu!”
Fifty Naruto’s suddenly surrounded Orochimaru and with a loud battle cry in unison they all rushed him.
Orochimaru laughed as he fought them off with his tongue. “Still weak,” he said, watching them poof into smoke. His eyes widened in surprise as one Naruto managed to dodge his tongue and get in close, a kunai in his hand. “What?” he said in surprise, as with a poof of smoke the orange clad boy became Jiraiya. “A henge?” Orochimaru said.
Raising the kunai, Jiraiya lunged at Orochimaru.
Jiraiya’s big mistake was assuming his arms were still useless. He looked in shock as Sasuke’s face twisted into a manic grin. Orochimaru grabbed Jiraiya’s wrist, stopping the kunai inches from his face.
“Still as stupid as ever, Jiraiya.”
Jiraiya tried to pull his arm away, but Orochimaru held him fast. With wide eyes Jiraiya watched as Orochimaru began concentrating his chakra to his left hand.
Naruto knew that skill.
Haku’s face suddenly came to him. ‘Do you have someone who is important to you?’
“Ero sennin!” he cried, taking off as Orochimaru’s fist flew forward.
It happened so quickly no one reacted for a long moment.
Sakura had been looking for a place that she would be most useful. She no longer had her genin team since Sasuke had run off and Naruto had been training. She herself had been training as well for the past three years under Tsunade-sama’s guidance. Now she wanted to do what she could as a medical nin, although her skills were not as highly developed as Tsunade-sama’s or Shizune’s. Leaping onto a roof to get a better view of the chaos, she attempted to see who was in most immediate need of help. She was not prepared for the sight before her.
A loud scream of, “Naruto!” broke the silence that had descended over Jiraiya and Orochimaru. Sakura stood on the roof next to them, gaping open mouthed and horrified.
Sasuke was standing on the head of a giant snake, holding Jiraiya-san’s wrist immobile with one hand, his other hand thrust through Naruto’s right shoulder. Naruto coughed, blood spraying on Sasuke’s white wrapped arms. Sasuke seemed to recover from the surprise and started laughing. What was wrong with his voice?
Jiraiya stared at the hand in front of him. The hand that had gone straight through Naruto’s chest. The hand that was meant for him. Blood dripped from Orochimaru’s fingers and down the orange jacket.
Releasing Jiraiya’s hand, Orochimaru braced his free hand on the boy’s chest, unceremoniously pulling his fist out of him. Jiraiya caught Naruto as he crumpled.
“Naruto!” Tsunade cried from the ground. She went to rush for him, but was blocked by Kabuto. “You’re not done here Tsunade-sama.”
“Get out of my way!” she screamed, but was forced to dodge as he concentrated his chakra to his hands and lunged, trying to cut her muscles.
“You okay, Ero sennin?” the boy in Jiraiya’s arms asked in a soft voice. He coughed up some more blood. How he could even talk was beyond the older man.
“Naruto, you baka! Why did you do that?” Jiraiya asked, eyes wide in horror.
“I don’t want to watch those dear to me die before my eyes.”
Neither of them noticed the flash in Orochimaru’s eyes at the words. He shook his head as if to clear it.
Naruto slipped from consciousness and Orochimaru began to laugh. “It seems like all your students end up dying, Jiraiya.”
Jiraiya’s hands began to shake in anger. He leapt to the roof Sakura stood on and gently lay Naruto down then turned and leapt back to the snake’s head, preparing to end this.
“My host doesn’t seem too pleased with me,” Orochimaru said in amusement. “There’s quite a stir in the back corner of my mind where his consciousness lays.”
“He’s still within you?” Jiraiya asked in surprise.
“Don’t get any sentimental ideas, Jiraiya. He’s trapped in there forever.”
Jiraiya sighed. So there was no way to save Sasuke. He would have died trying if there was—Naruto…would have wanted it.
“Sharingan,” Orochimaru said. Jiraiya grit his teeth as red eyes glared at him.
On the roof tears streamed down Sakura’s face as she used all that Tsunade had ever taught her to try and save Naruto. He wasn’t dead yet, but the wound—the blood. She could feel his heart slowing as she worked, her hands glowing with chakra. “Naruto! Please hang on!”
There were loud crashes and she looked up, watching with wide eyes as Sasuke and Jiraiya-san sent jutsu after jutsu at one another. She had never seen a battle with such skills, not even the battle of Kakashi and Zabuza compared.
The slowing heartbeat under her fingers suddenly stopped. “Naruto!” She sent more chakra into him, desperately trying to restart his heart. “No!” she sobbed, trying again and again.
An explosion rattled the building she was on, and standing up quickly she saw that Sasuke had throw Jiraiya-san with such a force he’d crashed into building, shaking it before the older man fell motionlessly to the ground.
Tsunade was still fighting off Kabuto, although she now had a profound limp.
Smoke was rising from everywhere in the village, buildings collapsing were punctuated by screams, and from where she stood on the roof she could see the bodies and blood littering the ground.
She stared down at the blood coating her hands, then moved her gaze to Naruto who lay motionlessly on the ground. She had failed. Clenching her hands into angry fists she turned to face Sasuke, who had begun to laugh as he looked over the destruction of Konoha. After kneeling and kissing Naruto on his forehead, she stood back up, pulling a kunai from the pouch on her thigh. She wasn’t strong enough she knew, Sasuke had beaten Jiraiya-san, but she had to do something. Even if it killed her, she would not run away.
~*~*~
Deep inside a dying boy two great red eyes peered out of the darkness. “Oh, no,” the owner of the eyes said, almost amused. “This simply won’t do. One day you’re going to regret this, kit.”
The boy’s heart had slowed so that it appeared to have stopped, but Kyuubi knew better. This kid lived on willpower alone, but that was enough. With red chakra swirling around the blonde boy’s body, the hole in his shoulder began to repair, just as it had three years before.
~*~*~
“Sasuke-kun!” Sakura screamed.
The raven-haired boy looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“You killed him! You killed Naruto!”
Sasuke laughed that frightening laugh. “So he finally died.”
As Sakura watched his eyes widened and flashed and his hands flew to his head as if he were in pain. Suddenly he stopped and straightened, a manic grin on his face.
“Oh my, you are angry indeed. What was he to you?” he said.
Sakura was confused. It didn’t seem as though Sasuke was talking to her.
“Sasuke, you’re a traitor. I can never forgive you!” she cried, raising her kunai.
~*~*~
Tsunade finally managed to get a chakra filled punch directly to Kabuto’s chest. Sending her chakra to specific points in his body she was able to knock him unconscious. He wouldn’t wake up for at least a week. Taking a moment to look around she noted the critical situation. She almost stopped breathing when she saw Sakura arm herself.
“Sakura!” she cried. “No! That’s not Sasuke, you cannot defeat him!”
The pink haired girl either didn’t hear her or ignored her, and rushed at Orochimaru.
“Don’t kid yourself girl,” Orochimaru said, waiting until she was close and backhanding her away. She flew with the sheer force of the hit, falling off the snake’s head.
“Sakura!” Tsunade yelled as she watched her apprentice begin to fall from fifty feet in the air. She couldn’t make it to her in time; she could barely walk.
A blur of orange and red whizzed by her, leaping into the air, catching the young woman in mid-fall. Tsunade stared in amazement as Naruto suddenly stood before her, placing Sakura, who had passed out, gently on the ground. He sped away, returning a few moments later with the limp Jiraiya over his shoulder, setting him next to Sakura.
Tsunade couldn’t speak. Naruto’s horrible wound was gone, the only indication it had ever been there was the large rip in his jacket. He was surrounded by red chakra and his features had taken on the look of a fox. His eyes were red and narrowed, his teeth long and fanglike, and his nails had lengthened into claws.
“Heal them, Tsunade-baba. I’ll take care of this.”
“Naruto!” she called as he walked away.
“I’ll be okay,” he said, glancing back at her over his shoulder, sending her a vicious grin.
She sighed, looking at Jiraiya’s beaten form. Laying her palms on his chest she began to heal him, keeping her eyes on Naruto.
The boy leapt back up to the snake’s head, staring down Orochimaru with his arms crossed.
“So, you’re not dead?”
“Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” Naruto growled.
“The fox has emerged. At least now you’ll be a fun fight.” Orochimaru laughed, and then paused, a faraway look in his eyes. “Your friend seems to want you to run away. He seems quite attached to you. Got very emotional when you were announced dead.”
The news of Sasuke’s consciousness had been shared to shock and surprise Naruto, and hopefully to weaken him. He wouldn’t hurt Sasuke’s body if he thought there was a chance the boy could be returned to it.
So when Naruto heard this and his lips twisted into a feral grin, fangs showing menacingly, Orochimaru was surprised, to say the least.
“You can tell him that he should know by now that Uzumaki Naruto never runs away! I’m still weak from having his hand rammed through my chest and I’m spending most of my energy right now trying to stop Kyuubi from taking over my body and killing everyone that isn’t dead already. So if he’d really like for me not to die he’d better reclaim his body, because I’m not going to win, but I sure as hell am not going to run!”
“Ku ku ku,” Orochimaru laughed. “Well at least you’re realistic,” he said. “You aren’t going to win.” He began powering up the Chidori, “This seems like a fitting way for you to die, it’ll be as if it really is Sasuke ramming his hand through your heart.”
Naruto said nothing.
Jiraiya awoke to see Tsunade hovering over him worriedly. “Naruto!” he gasped, sitting up. “He—”
“He’s alive, Jiraiya,” Tsunade said quickly, pointing up to where the two possessed boys stood.
They watched Orochimaru power up Chidori and begin to run at Naruto, who stood firm, his arms still crossed.
“He’s not dodging,” Tsunade said with a gasp.
Jiraiya tried to get up to go to him but he was too weak and couldn’t stand. “Naruto! Dodge!” he screamed, from his knees.
But Naruto didn’t move. Orochimaru drew closer and Tsunade and Jiraiya watched in amazement as the Chidori suddenly went out like a candle being snuffed. Orochimaru fell to his knees, hands gripping Sasuke’s hair. A loud scream wrenched from his lips.
“This can’t be happening,” he cried, then his voice changed to a different tone, no more gentle but there was a younger, less gravelly quality to it. It was a voice Naruto knew well, slightly deeper than the last time he heard it, but it was the same voice. “Get. Out. Of. My. Body!” he screamed.
There was a surge of power and a scream of outrage, and as they watched the chakra swirl up around Sasuke’s body they could suddenly see the shadowy shape of a human being pulled from the boy’s chest. It appeared to be trying to hold on, but it was thrust from his body and disappeared.
Sasuke fell forward, to all fours, panting. The raven-haired boy looked up, red eyes having returned to their normal deep gray. He saw the blonde standing above him, surrounded by red chakra.
With what looked like considerable trouble the blonde managed to stop the red chakra, and when he opened his eyes again they were the bright blue Sasuke was used to.
Naruto smiled down at him. “Sasuke, he said. “I knew you could do it.”
With that he collapsed, no longer able to remain standing without the strength of the Kyuubi. Sasuke moved swiftly, with energy he didn’t know he had left, to catch the boy as he fell, cradling him gently.
“Naruto?” he said, shaking him lightly. “Naruto!”
Without his summoner the snake they stood on grew impatient, and with a poof it was gone. With nothing under his feet Sasuke quickly jumped to the roof next to him before leaping to the ground. He was unable to go any further and he sat down heavily, still holding the blonde close, rocking back and forth.
When Tsunade and Jiraiya reached him he was crying, mumbling, “Gomen nasai, gomen nasai,” into Naruto’s hair.
It took a sleep jutsu before he would relinquish his hold on the boy.
Three days later Naruto awoke in the hospital. No one was aware of his condition except for Tsunade and Jiraiya, not even Kakashi or Iruka, who came by every day only to be told they could be given no information about either of their former students. Sasuke was still unconscious; his body needing time to recover from the strain being possessed had put on it.
Orochimaru was assumed dead; his soul having nowhere to go once Sasuke had vanquished him.
When Naruto had woken Tsunade had hugged him tightly, relieved he was all right. She let him go when he didn’t hug back.
“Tsunade-baba,” he said softly, staring at his hands. “It almost took over that time.”
“Naruto?” she said, worriedly.
“Kyuubi,” he said, and then paused. “I’ve never been that close to loosing myself. The killing intent, the power. If I had giving in for even an instant everyone in the village would be dead. I almost couldn’t stop him.”
“But you did, Naruto, you stopped him.”
“He’s been trying more often,” the boy said.
“He—what?”
“I can constantly feel him poking in my consciousness. He’s waits, Tsunade, waits until I’m relaxed, until I’m off guard—usually when I’m sleeping. Then he tries to take over. He wants out.”
Tsunade was shocked at the information. Why hadn’t Naruto ever told her? She swallowed. This was a difficult development. “You can fight him, Naruto,” she finally said.
“What happens if I can’t? I can’t take that chance. When he saved my life he told me I’d regret it. I can feel him already, Tsunade. He took that opportunity, when I was weakest, and wove himself deeper into me. He’s just right beneath the surface now. He’s trying to meld us.” Tsunade didn’t know what to say. She was the Hokage but she had no idea what to do. This was a problem where no answers seemed apparent.
Naruto continued. “I have to leave the village.”
“What!” Tsunade cried.
“I can’t be here if Kyuubi manages to take over. I will not put people I care about at risk!”
“Naruto, if you leave, you’ll be considered a missing nin,” Tsunade told him.
“There’s got to be a way, Tsunade-baba,” he said. He pleaded.
In the end it was Jiraiya that came up with the idea to tell everyone Naruto was dead. No one knew his condition; it wouldn’t be farfetched to say he’d died from his injuries.
The older man had wanted to go with the boy, but Naruto had refused. Both Sannin wondered how he planned to conceal himself, for his looks cause him to stick out quite a bit. But he’d tied his hitai-ate over his telltale blonde locks and pulled a mask over his whicker marks, so his only defining feature left was his blue eyes, which didn’t seem to shine as they once had. When he appeared before them one last time, his face and hair covered and wearing navy blue and black colors rather than his normal bright orange jumpsuit, they sadly had to admit he was not easily recognizable.
Before he left he had turned to Tsunade. “Tsunade-sama,” he said. The respectfulness of his voice and the name left both Sannin wide eyed. “Don’t punish Sasuke. Please.”
There was nothing she could say but “I won’t.”
Then, with a nod and a wave, he was gone and Tsunade had to go inform everyone who cared about him of his death.
A/N: The phrase, “The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated” is from Mark Twain. It was just so fitting I couldn’t resist, but I couldn’t not give credit where credit is due.
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