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KTI - Consequence and Sacrifice	By : JCooper Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 2
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- 4
Don't expect quick updating on a normal basis. I've just been working on this for a while.

Title: Kekka to Ikenie (Consequence and Sacrifice)

Author: S.P. Kathrine

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: R-NC17 (M-MA)

Warnings: AU, BL (boyxboy), lack of uke/seme distinctions, violence, language, lack of well-written fight scenes, unbetaed (Does reading it over three times count?), Possibly OOC-ness, OC (important, but not main character of story)

Part: 2 of undetermined

Pairings: NaruSasuNaru (little-to-no uke / seme-ness), LeeSaku, HinaNeji (Hyuugacest), and others

Summary: Mizono Saigo was always considered somewhat of a mystery by the people who know him, or of him. He was a considered one of the top students in the Ninja Academy, but was also a rather normal, if more-than-somewhat antisocial child. The true mystery was the father who no one saw, no one spoke to, who no one could even confirm existed. So when Saigo suddenly develops a bloodline trait that none could expect, a secret kept for over a decade comes to light, even though the former Hokage had forbidden anyone knowing of it to ever speak of it, even to her replacement. And the truth about Saigo�s father is revealed. AU story because of changes made to canon plot.

Part Three

They had just reentered the village-it was around three in the afternoon-and Lin was hurrying ahead of them as usual. �Hurry up!� she yelled out to them. �Time waits for no one!�

�Lin-chan!� Konohamaru-sensei called back to her. �The mission is over! You can go home! I just have to take the report to the Hokage!� And with a �pop� and poof of smoke, he was gone.

�Alright!� she exclaimed. �Come Hikoshi-kun! Saigo-kun! My mother will gladly prepare us a fortifying meal that will rejuvenate our weary bodies!�

�I must return home first,� Hikoshi told her. �My parents will wish to see me first.�

Lin�s energy seemed to drain at his words and Saigo noticed that Hikoshi�s left eye twitched almost imperceptibly. So he wasn�t completely impervious to her.

�Perhaps afterwards I will join you in your home,� he suggested, although it was not done in an appeasing manner. �My mother should not mind.�

�Yosh!� And it seemed like nothing had changed. She turned to Saigo, awaiting his answer, knowing what it would be but always hoping for the opposite.

The dark-haired boy shook his head. �No thank you, Lin,� he said. �I really need to get back home. Thank you for the invitation, but I have to decline.�

�All right,� she smiled at him, unfazed by his habitual refusal. �I bet your dad missed you too! You should hurry and rekindle your strong father/son bond! You can join us another day!�

�Goodbye,� Saigo told his cellmates before hurrying off down the street. He took turns and side roads that most ignored and then followed the outer wall of Konoha to a rather deserted area of the village. As he hurried along he saw coming up in front of him the same gate that he always passed on his journey home, two large wooden doors with an almost completely faded circle of indecipherable colors painted over them. The area was deserted; no one could even enter because the doors were bolted shut with a large chakra-enhanced chain. To break it would not only be difficult, but would also alert the Hokage Tower of the intruder.

Saigo didn�t pay much mind to the closed section of Konoha. At times he had pondered what was behind it, and rumors around the Academy generally stated that the gates kept the ghosts of a slaughtered clan locked inside the area. Of course, Saigo didn�t believe in ghosts, but he still was more respectful to the thought of hundreds of massacred people. And so while he did not pay much mind to the mystery behind the chipped doors, he still slowed down and walked past them with reverence every time.

But once he was passed them, he immediately picked up his speed and hurried farther down the dirt road to his home. Turning the next corner, he saw the doorway in the wall at the very end where the two edges met on the right side. The door led to the backyard of his home, which was a part of the forest within the village. He never went through the front door, as it was on a not-often-traveled, but still used, road. His father had made him swear never to do so and he somewhat understood why.

While he would deny it to anyone else, he knew that his father had once been a ninja. Why else would ANBU visit him so often? He knew that his father had a long term contract with the Hokage to bring groceries every while because his father didn�t want to go through the trouble of leaving the house himself. But that did not explain the ANBU being the ones to bring the food, or the closed conversations they had when his father would tell Saigo to go into the backyard. Saigo never listened in on these secret meetings, as he knew his father would know and would be disappointed. He wouldn�t be angry. His father never got angry. The disappointment was enough.

He tried to not think about it, to simply abide by his father�s commands and not dig any further. But the curiosity could get so strong at times that he didn�t know what to do with himself. Ever since he was a child, he had known that there was something secret, private about their lives that no one else was supposed to know. That was why his father never went beyond the thick walls surrounding the back of their home. Perhaps it also had something to do with his father losing his eyesight. He couldn�t remember very well what his father had been like without the disability, seeing as he had been partially blind in his left eye when Saigo was four and lost his sight in both eyes completely seven months after he had entered the Academy when he was eight.

A person would not know it if they did not know it. His father was graceful, smooth, and moved as if he had eyes all around him. He kept his eyes closed at all times, at least that Saigo knew of. It was not that he was trying to hide his condition. No, he couldn�t care less if anyone knew. His father was not the type of person to care about something he considered a �petty technicality�.

When his father had lost his sight completely, his eyes had changed. The black irises had gradually faded into a murky dark gray, like a shirt that had been worn and washed too many times without the proper care. When Saigo had come downstairs for breakfast and found his father setting breakfast on the table he had been shocked by his father�s eyes and freaked out unintentionally. He had been young and still partially asleep. But after that his father kept his eyes hidden behind pale lids, never revealing them in Saigo�s presence. Perhaps he didn�t even have eyes anymore; they had rotted away within their sockets.

That�s stupid, he thought as he entered the backdoor of his home and shut it tightly behind him. Of course he has eyes.

� �Tou-san!� Saigo called out, looking about the kitchen and into the living room beyond it. �I�m home!�

There was no reply.

But there was a neatly wrapped bento left on the kitchen table in the same place it always was, but on top of it was a folded slip of paper. He lifted the paper and opened it, revealing the handwriting he knew undoubtedly was his father�s. For whatever reason, handwriting was never something his father had sought to improve since his blindness. His words were legible, but always slanted to the right.

�Gone. I will return by this evening.�

This confused Saigo. While it was not unusual for his father to disappear-always with ANBU escort-it was always in the morning or late at night. By the feel of the bento, it was not cold enough to have been sitting long, only a half-hour at the most. What was so important that he had to leave in the middle of the day?

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He hadn�t realized when Hawk had told him about the new medic-nin that he would be expected to meet with the woman so soon. He had just finished preparing a bento for Saigo when the two ANBU had arrived; an oddity in itself, seeing as they never showed up two days in a row. He had written a short note to his son, put on his shoes, only then felt a hand touch his shoulder and the sudden pull that signaled a transportation jutsu.

They were in a room. A lit room, because he could feel the heat of the overhead light. It was a familiar place, the same room that he was always taken to. There were other people in the room as well, just two. And from the feel of the familiar chakra, he recognized both.

�Godaime-sama,� he gave a small bow of acknowledgement. �Shizune-san.�

�You were informed of why you were called here?� The former Hokage�s voice was cool, and collected, as she always was when dealing with him in anyway. While he knew that she continued to use her age-disguising jutsu-just by the feel of her chakra-her voice was what belied her years.

�Yes,� he said. �You have found another medic-nin that you believe could assist you in your research.�

�And you will abide by the oath you swore?�

The oath. It had been made in desperation, but he had understood all of the rules and restrictions at the same time. He understood what it would cost him. But he also understood what it would give him in return. And so he had agreed. Because even though he had no other option, it was also the best one that he would ever get.

�Yes, I swear to abide by the oath,� he repeated the same words he spoke each time she asked that question.

�Then sit,� Tsunade told him, and he was led by who he knew to be Hawk-who seemed strangely tense-to a comfortable wooden chair. He sat down and placed his hands on his knees, waiting. Hawk and Wolf stepped directly in front of him as if blocking his vision. Which is pointless. There must have been another reason for it.

�Bring her in.�

�Fine,� Shizune�s heels clicked across the floor as she walked away from Tezuka in a slight diagonal direction. There was the metallic sound of a knob turning, lock unfastening, and then the creak of a door being opened. �You may enter now.�

More footsteps. These were considerably lighter and almost soundless. Tsunade was moving. �You know that anything seen or discussed in this room is confidential and shall never to be spoken of unless it is inside these walls with expressed permission, even should you decide not to take on this task?�

�Yes, Tsunade-sama.�

That voice. It seemed familiar, although different at the same time, and the chakra of the person was familiar as well. Perhaps given more time he would be able to recognize it.

�I have asked you here because of your expertise in the in the field of ophthalmology,� Tsunade explained, which it was probably for Tezuka�s benefit. �You are by far the best in Konoha and I�m not one to give out mere flattery.�

�Thank you, Tsunade-sama. I agreed to this and will strive to do my best.�

That voice. It was soft, with discreet inflection meant to show deference rather than arrogance or meekness. If was indeed familiar, as if he had heard it before but never enough to cement it into his mind. Like a song that had only been played once, only to be recited years later. This meant that he should know this person.

�Then may I introduce you to my patient?�

Hawk and Wolf moved aside. He turned his head in the direction of the newcomer and was greeted her moving towards him.

�Pleased to meet you,� she said. �I am Hyuuga Hinata.�

Hyuuga? Hinata? Tezuka was thrown off by the name. It seemed impossible. Time changes all, doesn�t it?

He pushed away the long hair that shielded his face from her view-he had not had the time to pull it up before departing his home, tucking it behind his ear. He tilted his up, as she was closer now, and opened his eyes, though there was nothing to see.

The footsteps stopped, and a small gasp of surprise was heard. �Wh-What?� Hinata stuttered, which made her voice sounded much more like it had as a child. She recognized him. It was obvious, as he had not changed much facially, or had not changed four years ago when he had last seen himself clearly in a mirror.

�U-Uchiha Sasuke�� she forced out, shocked by his presence.

�Tezuka,� he corrected. �The Uchiha Clan is dead. There are none left.�

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Hinata couldn�t believe it. Sitting before her was a man considered all but dead by so many people. A man that had ruined lives without knowledge, or rather indifference. It was almost too much for her. She wanted to leave, to run to Naruto and tell him that Sasuke was alive�alive and in Konoha. Because she knew that Naruto knew nothing about this.

How�? She wondered. How could they keep something like this from the Hokage? How long has Tsunade-sama been keeping this a secret? Obviously she expected to go on keeping it a secret and for Hinata to do the same. Even from Naruto-kun and Sakura.

Nothing was said as she inspected the man sitting in the chair a few steps away, taking in all of the familiar features. Age had not taken the Uchiha�s attractiveness, although with his longer hair it gave him a more effeminate look. Sasuke had grown to look more like his mother than father. She recalled-if somewhat vaguely-meeting both of them once, during a festival when they had crossed paths. A rather ironic place, as neither family leader was known for going to them. But her mother had remained home to take care of then-newborn Hanabi and so it had been her father who had unexpectedly agreed to escort her. The event had been the first that her father had done so, which was why it stood out in her memory after so many years. It was also only months later that her mother would become ill.

It had been her first sighting of the head Uchiha family and her father had stopped to give a very formal and polite greeting. Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto had both done the same, although she remembered feeling comfortable when watching Uchiha Mikoto, while frightened of the grim, pinched face of Uchiha Fugaku. She smiled kindly and it seemed as if her greeting was directed more towards herself than her father. Sasuke had bowed and greeted her as well, but his brother did not pay her much mind at all. He gave her an acknowledging nod after greeting her father and then politely removed himself by directing Sasuke to another booth.

Thinking back to the kind black eyes and the small, genuine smile, Hinata could see only similar genetics, but no real parallelism between Uchiha Sasuke and his mother. His eyes were blank and no smile adorned his lips. Not even that smirk or frown that he had bore so often in their youth. She did not believe that even her Byakugan could read him now-if that had ever been possible. But nothing could take away the fact that this was indeed Uchiha Sasuke.

Another question struck her. But why would he need an-? She stared straight into eyes from which she would have once shied away, eyes that were looking directly back at her. Yet something seemed off. His eyes, however directly they seemed fixed on her, were actually slightly off, as if he as staring at the top of her head. Why wouldn�t he look her in the eyes?

It was then that Hinata allowed herself to look closer, more severely. The room was dimly lit, and therefore she could not see clearly, unless she decided to use her Byakugan. Just as she was about to request that the other lights be turned on, the room was filled with bright luminance. Shizune seemed to have read her mind. But just as she looked back at the man who had once been a fellow Leaf ninja, she saw exactly why Tsunade-sama had gambled on her cooperation.

�You�re blind,� she stated, words blunt, but tone filled with shock. His eyes were not the black she had assumed from memory, but a murky, unfocused gray. The reason that they seemed so blank was because they took in nothing and so revealed nothing.

�Yes,� the man said.

He did not explain how his circumstances came to be, but it seemed that Tsunade-sama was willing to step in at the moment. �The situation will be explained more if you agree to take on the task of helping to restore his sight,� she told the raven-haired woman.

�With all due respect, Godaime-sama,� she replied. �I cannot make that choice with so little explanation. That is too much to ask of any medic-nin. Besides, I have already sworn an oath of total silence, so nothing you tell me shall be repeated in anyway.�

At her words, the former Hokage gave a wry grin. �Very well,� she nodded. �Tezuka-san lost his sight due to a seal that cannot be removed. Instead, we are trying to find a way to circumvent the seal to repair his vision.�

�A seal?� she repeated. �I have never heard of a seal that could steal someone�s sight�

Blue eyes shifted so very slightly, a sign that something was still being hidden. �It was an unexpected side effect,� was the response she received. �But you were requested because of your expertise with chakra-related eye treatments and injuries.�

�But you said it was caused by a seal? Does the seal affect his chakra as well?�

�That was the main objective of the seal,� Tsunade said. �It seems that his particular chakra and�genetics conflicted with it, but it cannot be removed.�

Hinata noticed the way she stressed �cannot� as if it was more of a �could not� or �will not�. She was almost tempted to ask �how� he had gotten the seal, although she knew that it was too much to ask when she had not even agreed. But there was perhaps one thing that she could request.

�May I speak with U-the patient, alone for a moment?�

Tsunade gave another smile. �I figured that you want that,� she motioned her head to a door to her left. �You have fifteen minutes, and the ANBU will stay at the door.�

�Thank you very much, Godaime-sama,� she bowed in thanks and watched as the man stood and mood around the two ANBU members in the direction that Tsunade had indicated.

He knows his way around this room well, she thought. Perhaps he�s been in here often. The Hyuuga Clan Heir followed after him, entering first as he moved aside after opening the door. As she walked past him, Hinata allowed herself to look him over more closely. He was tall, probably just as tall as Neji and Naruto-whose growth spurts seemed to have all combined into one quick, huge burst late in his teen years. Once more, his eyes were trained on the top of her head.

Should I take it as a compliment that he thinks I�m taller? She wondered, unsure exactly how she felt or how she should feel. Years ago she might have stuttered and already have asked to be relieved of this particular assignment, due to conflicting interests. She would like to believe that she would maintain enough impartiality to help anyone within reason-as was her code as a medical ninja-but she could not say it definitively had the near loss of her cousin and teammates still been so close. Now, the acts of one Uchiha Sasuke were far removed from her current life and it was not her place to act on the behalf of those they still did concern.

It all depends on these fifteen minutes.

The light came on inside the room, which was much smaller than the one it connected to, and therefore more brightly lit from a smaller amount of lighting. Inside there was a small, square table with three chairs around it. They stepped into the room and the door was shut behind them. Hinata took a seat and watched as the last Uchiha moved to the seat across from her with graceful, but purposeful steps. He obviously knew his way, and yet was also prepared should anything be out of place.

There were also other notable changes in the older man. Granted, she had seen very little of the Uchiha after their graduation from the Academy, but she did not remember his body language being so�open before. What she recalled of the younger Sasuke was a boy who hid much of his own insecurities and true feelings behind a wall of arrogance and bitterness. He made himself unapproachable. This was the same boy turned man, but fully displayed while being locked away at the same time. He had nothing to hide, so he didn�t even try, and yet he still kept himself held back within his self-erected cage, untouchable.

He sat before her, hands folded nobly in his lap and eyes staring forward to the place his thought her eyes should be. Should she correct his assumption? Was it even important? What question should she ask first? Was there one question more important than any other? Would he answer any of them? What questions was he not allowed to answer? She decided to use the first one that came to mind.

�How long have you been in Konoha?�

�Twelve years, seven months, eighteen days, five hours, thirty-seven minutes.�

His answer was spoken with such blankness and so pinpoint that she didn�t know how to proceed. Was he truly able to tell time so accurately even though he was blind? Or was he simply guessing to be cocky? She dismissed that notion, as the cockiness of the past did not seem to have been maintained by this Uchiha Sasuke. She sensed no dishonesty in his tone. It didn�t seem that he was going to bother with deception. At this point in time it would be rather inane.

�Why did you return?�

�That is something I cannot divulge,� he replied. �Ask Godaime-sama.�

�Are you considered a free citizen?�

�No.�

�When did you begin to lose your sight?�

�In which eye?�

�Either one.�

�I began losing sight first in my left eye eleven years ago and in my right eye eight years ago.�

�So this happened after you came to Konoha?�

�Yes.�

�When did you lose your sight completely?�

�Five years, eight months, thirteen days, ten hours, ten minutes.�

This time, his response only caused her to furrow her brow in thought. So far all she knew was the he began losing his sight after he returned to the village, as a side effect to a seal and had been in the village for twelve years-almost thirteen.

�I take it the seal is not the reason why you returned, or else there wouldn�t be a problem with you saying it.�

The Uchiha did not bother to reply and she knew that was an affirmative on its own. It was easier to speak to him clinically, as if he was no more than a patient. But she didn�t know if she could keep up such neutrality for an extended period of time. She was learning nothing. She would have to ask more definitive questions, ones that he could not reply to so simply.

�Was there a reason why the village was not notified of your return?�

�Yes.�

�One that you cannot say?�

�Yes.�

�Was it worth it?�

Though he already sat back straight and eyes trained to where he thought hers should be, his body did stiffen slightly at her words.

�I do not understand your question.�

�Was everything worth the prices were paid?� she asked. �Betraying the village, hurting so many people�-she didn�t bother to mention his former team specifically-�but only to lose your sight and never have the chance to fulfill the �dreams� you threw everything away for. Was it all worth it?�

Yeah, cliffy, but that was the best place to cut it off without it getting way too long. Okay, I mentioned I could THINK like Hinata, but that doesn't mean I can write her properly, so please give some comments on whether you think I might have changed her personality too much or not. But the next chapter is almost done so you won't have to wait too long for it.
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