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Children of Darkness	By : Luma Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Children of Darkness
Author: Dying Dreams

Fandom: Naruto

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Itachi: What are you doing?

Dream: Nothing.

Itachi: -Lifts an eyebrow- Then what's that?

Dream: -Turns off her computer monitor and hides the camera in the desk- I don't know what you're talking about.

Itachi: What were you watching?

Dream: Nothing to be worried about. -Smiles innocently as she removes the card from the camera without him knowing-

Itachi: Tell me.

Dream: Nu uh. So anyways, before Itachi finds out what I was watching, warnings and disclaimer. Enjoy! -Runs from Itachi-
Damp: I confuse many. n-n It's one of my many personal joys in life.
Warnings:

Disclaimer: Don't own it. The only things I own are the characters and places I create myself.
Dream: -Pokes her head back in for a moment- Oh yeah, I didn't edit this one either cause I'm still being lazy. So if anyone wants to beta this story for me, first person to contact me might get to request a story if I feel up to it depending on what you ask for. You'll get all the gory details if you do ask about it. Ta! -Goes back to running from Itachi-
Chapter 3
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The dark haired Uchiha swore at himself, pacing back and forth by the front door. He'd barely gotten any sleep the night before; the dark circles under his eyes the only evidence. He's going to see the blond for the first time in three years today, and he had no idea what would happen. All he really knew at that moment, was that a child that was supposedly his despised him just for existing, and a rather strange white eyed woman had told him the things he wanted, but at the same time didn't want to know about that same blond.
Now don't go and say things can't get any more fucked up because they most certainly can. He had no idea how the blond would react to seeing him. He knew perfectly well that he'd torn apart the blonde�s heart and metaphorically speaking, thrown him to the wolves. He was more to blame for the blonde�s current state than all the years of pain he'd been forced to go through. Sure he knew all about Kyuubi like the rest of them did, but none of them understood the mental anguish the blond had gone through. Sasuke'd been a right bastard by turning into one of those pain inflicting bastards that hated the blond for a stupid reason such as deciding that he was a demon and not a vessel.
Swearing and cursing himself, he threw open the door forcefully and stepped out into the morning light. He slammed the door shut behind him and stomped his way toward the main gate, hands shoved into his pockets. Every step he took he swore and cursed himself for the complete and utter bastard he'd turned into. The child had every right to hate him. He hated himself even more now that he thought about it.
Yukiko had told him as much that not only was he damnable fool for doing what he did, but he should also be burning in the fiery pits of hell for it too. Hell he knew he deserved it to, but he couldn't change the fact that it had happened and he certainly couldn't go back in time and stop himself from saying those words. All he had was here and now, and he'd have to make do.
Lifting his angry gaze to the gates before him, he ignored them, opting to instead jump over them instead of walking through them. He landed with a soft thud on the other side of them, slowly rising as he shoved his hands back into his pockets, having removed them temporarily.
A half-assed plan formed in his mind as he started down the road, heading for the shopping district. Yukiko hadn't exactly told him when they'd be going out, so he figured he could wander around and figure something out before he saw them.
Sure that was a great plan. He didn't realize it at the moment, but any plan he did come up with would inevitably fly out the window. Hell, it might even break the glass on its way out. Who knows?
Roughly an hour had passed and eleven am rolled around. He saw her first, standing outside of what could be seemingly called a random establishment. Hell if he cared what it was. He saw her head turn slightly as her gaze focused on him, a smirk forming briefly on her lips before she disappeared inside. He blinked, trying to clear his thoughts and focus on the plan.
He pulled his hands from his pockets and started towards the place he'd seen her go into. He stopped as he approached the doorway. He saw her again, only this time she didn't acknowledge he was there. She was smiling at something, or someone. He couldn't tell which.
He watched as a small dark haired child suddenly ran at her, small arms wrapping around her smooth leg. She laughed, one hand reaching down to ruffle his dark locks. The boy pointed excitedly towards what he assumed was the dressing rooms. His gaze shifted and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw the object of the child's excitement.
There he is, he thought, watching the blond, not paying attention to anything else but him.
He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until Naruto began approaching the woman, taking small and unsure steps, almost like a child first learning to walk.
At that moment, the brunet wanted to run to him, take him in his arms and never let go. Apologize and beg for the forgiveness he didn't deserve. He wanted to do it so much, but he restrained himself, only allowing himself to watch as the woman smiled and nodded approvingly at his choice of clothes.
He could practically feel her smirk as she touched his arms in a way he was no longer allowed to. No. Not like a lover. Only someone who cared about him, like a sister or even a maternal figure.
He didn't feel the cold look of a child's hate filled gaze on him. He didn't see the child tugging at the hem of the woman's kimono, pointing at him. He was focused only on the blond, his thoughts running rampant through his head.
His gaze faltered when Naruto suddenly disappeared behind the woman. Sasuke hadn't seen the blond looking at him. He looked at the woman as she conveyed a message with her eyes, telling him to go ahead and see what he could do.
Cautiously he stepped through the doorway, making those same unsure steps Naruto had been making only moments before. He could feel it now, the angry aura that surrounded the child as the boy glared at him, blue eyes darkened with that hate. He didn't dare look down at him though. It would certainly spell his doom if he did.
He moved carefully, unable to remember his plan.
�N... Naruto,� he said softly, hesitantly. He believed it now, the blond had come back.
�You must be the Uchiha,� Yukiko said, making it believable that this was their first meeting.
He nodded slowly.
�Well. This is a rather pleasant surprise, don't you think so Taro-chan?� she said, glancing down at the child.
�Go away!� the child suddenly said, lashing out with his words. �You stay away from my otokasan! I hate you!�
Sasuke looked at them, a deep emotion he couldn't recognize filling his eyes as he looked at the child in despair. His child... he told himself. His son. Any thoughts of his plan suddenly vanished as the child ran at him, lashing out with his small hands in attempt to drive him away.
Sasuke didn't dare retaliate as the child hit at his legs. He could take no more of the child's hate filled cries. He sank to his knees, every little thing he'd ever done to hurt the blond coming at him all at once in an overpowering tide of hurt, pain and whatever else decided to come with it.
His head dropped as the unwelcome tears stung the back of his eyes.
�Taro,� Yukiko said, the tone of her voice warning him. This was not at all what she had expected to happen.
Taro stopped his assault; slowly backing away from the man that was supposed to be his father. Yukiko could feel Naruto's hands tightening in the back of her kimono. He couldn't see what was happening, but he'd heard his son's angry words. He wanted to reprimand the child, but at the same time he didn't want to see the Uchiha.
Slowly, he looked around the woman, his eyes looking at Taro as the child slowly moved back from something. Cautiously and ever so slowly, he let his eyes lift to look the kneeling man, limp hair covering his face, arms hanging limply at his side.
Sasuke looked so pathetic at that moment as Naruto watched him.
�He suffers with the guilt,� the fox said happily, amusement evident in every word.
�Shut up,� Naruto growled at him.
�He really is pathetic thought,� Kyuubi said with a dull yawn.
�I said shut up,� Naruto said angrily, glaring at the annoying creature.
�Bah!� the fox huffed. �I can tell you want to go to him. Hold him and tell him you forgive him. Don't be so weak. He'll just hurt you again.�
�You think I don't know that?�
Naruto watched as the Uchiha remained unmoving, even as Yukiko reached up and pried his hands off of her kimono. He watched as the dark skinned woman approached him, moving taro behind her as she knelt before him, a hand lifting his chin to force him to meet her unwavering gaze. He didn't hear what she said. He didn't want to, but he saw Sasuke nod, trying to look away from her.
�It hurts doesn't it?� she said to him, her voice soft.
Sasuke nodded, unable to find the words to reply.
�You understand everything now, don't you?�
Again he nodded.
�Do you know what you have to do?�
Hesitantly, he shook his head. He couldn't form a single coherent thought in his raging mind.
Yukiko sighed and gave him an uncertain smile. �You'll figure it out though right?� she asked.
Slowly, he nodded. He would. He had to. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to the blond. If he died, he knew damn well he would want to go with him.
He could feel her breath against his ear as she whispered into it softly. �Save the butterflies.�
And then she was gone, back to standing where she'd been only moments before, only this time Naruto wasn't hiding. He was staring openly at him. Sasuke looked away, trying to hide his shame as he slowly rose to his feet. He didn't look at them again as he turned and fled, afraid of what would happen if their eyes met.
Naruto's eyes widened as he watched him go.
�Well that was certainly unexpected,� the fox said dryly, clearly disappointed with the outcome.
�Shut up,� the blond said for the third time that day. �I don't want to hear it.�
�Did you see the look in his eyes?� the fox said excitedly, ignoring him. �Oh I so loved it. I'd give anything to see it again.�
�Drop it,� Naruto grumbled. �I don't like this.�
�Like what? That he's running away again?�
�That's not what I meant.�
�Then what did you mean?�
Naruto sighed. �I don't know, Kyuubi. I just know I don't like this. �
Kyuubi snorted and curled up, deciding it was no longer worth his time to argue with the blond.
Naruto snapped back to reality when he realized his name was being called. He looked at Yukiko and signed, 'What?'
She sighed. �Remember what I told you?�
He nodded.
�Good. He'll back you know. I know what he's thinking.�
Naruto glared at her. She knew something that he did not, and he didn�t like it. He had expected to see the Uchiha, bit not so soon. There was more to this chance meeting than Yukiko was letting on, but he wasn't going to press the matter. He knew better.
He was somewhat un-trusting of her now. He could tell that this was not their first meeting.
But he had seen the look in the Uchiha's eyes. He knew that the brunet hated himself for everything he'd ever done to the blond. He hated himself more than the blond thought possible. He really had wanted to forgive him though, to hold him in his arms once more and tell him it would all be ok.
But that was impossible. He would never allow himself to do that. The hurt was still there. The pain of the words the Uchiha had thrown at him still burned in his mind. He could not look past it. He could not turn away from it. It just hurt to damn much, even thinking about it brought about unyielding pain.
That was what the walls were for. They stopped the pain. They didn't let it hurt him as much as it used to. It left him feeling numb, but it was no longer unbearable. He had learned long ago that he was never truly meant to be loved. His ostracism was proof enough of that. What friends he did have, they would never understand. They could never understand. They had never lived his life, and they never would. It had torn him apart long ago, barely healed by the Uchiha's love before the wounds tore themselves anew by the will of the fates, sending wave upon wave of destructive pain that threatened to destroy everything he was and everything he had ever wanted to be.
His only salvation had been the knowledge that he carried a child conceived in love, a gift from the gods themselves to ease at least some, if not all, of the pain he held inside.
He wasn't one to believe in destiny, but fate was a cruel bitch with a wanton desire to destroy whatever happiness he could gather for himself. She smiled cruelly down upon him as she tore him to pieces, ripping everything away from him in a matter of seconds.
He was a child born into a hate filled world. He was born in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
He was a child of darkness.
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�Did you see him?� the blond asked as they slowly followed the running Uchiha. A few of them had seen the actual encounter, but it affected them all the same.
Uchiha Sasuke brought to his knees by the hate filled cries of a child. They had seen the look in his eyes as he fled. They wouldn't talk to him about it though. They knew better than to do something like that. Sasuke wouldn't want their pity, or their words. They didn't fully understand everything that was going. They couldn't, and they probably didn't want to.
They followed to make sure he didn't do something stupid.
Four years ago, the day after Naruto had left; the Uchiha had burst into Tsunade's office, nearly begging her to tell him where Naruto had gone. Uchiha's never begged. But he had thrown the Uchiha bullshit aside and thrown himself at her feet, prostrating himself before her begging for answers.
Tsunade had seen the looks in his eyes, the look of a desperate man stricken with grief over what he'd done. The only other person that had seen the Uchiha that day was Hatake Kakashi, and the masked Shinobi had never told a soul about it.
The blond had almost told him then, but she held herself back. She had the idea that the Uchiha would only hurt him again. She told him he would get no answer from her, and that he was not to go after her.
Three months had passed before anyone saw the Uchiha heir again. Dark eyes surrounded by thick circles, evidence that he had stayed awake most nights, not sleeping for who knew what reason. They had seen the bruises on his arms from walking into everything in a daze. He had moved about his home in a trance, cursing himself every waking moment for the words he could not take back.
Sakura had been one of the few to enter his home, making sure he was eating and still alive. She had watched in morbid fascination as his body slammed itself into the door jams, tables, anything really, eliciting a new bruise for him. He never acknowledged that he had been walking into things. He never even realized it.
After that he seldom went on missions for about a year or so. He was to far gone into his guilt ridden mind to focus on the task given him. He did the occasional D or C ranked mission, but other than he locked himself away in the Uchiha main house. Refusing to come out or talk to anyone.
At the end of those fifteen months, Sasuke had gone back to that cold hearted bastard they knew and loved. He never talked to anyone though, not even a customary 'hn' of acknowledgment. He was more withdrawn.
They knew he was going back home after that encounter today. They wouldn't bother him, but they would watch him. Only four of them had followed after telling the others what had happened. They would make sure the Uchiha would be ok or ok as possible for him anyways.
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Taro looked from otokasan to obasan, not quite sure what they were talking about. The child hadn't expected to see his so-called father so soon and so seemingly out of the blue like that. But as soon as he had, the child had lost control. He had yelled his angry words at the man and futilely attacked his stupid legs. To say the least, he was shocked when the man had sunk to his knees in defeat, baffling the child as to why he had done that. He didn't understand how the man felt, not that he really cared anyways.
He didn't understand the look he'd seen in the man's eyes as he continued to hit him, stopping only when obasan had firmly called his name, the obvious warning in her tone. He had watched as obasan approached the evil man and whisper something he couldn't hear to him. He only saw his head move a few times. His eyes had widened when obasan leaned forward to whisper something in his ear. Even if he had heard it, he wouldn't have understood either way.
He didn't understand anything about what the butterflies were supposed to mean. He'd overheard obasan mention it to ojisan once, but he had dismissed it when he concluded he didn't understand what they were talking about. What two year old would? It was adult talk he wouldn't understand until he was much older. He didn't mind though. There would always be things adults spoke about that he couldn't quite grasp. Such was the way the world worked.
He watched as otokasan and obasan seemed to forget about the man, returning to what they had been doing before he came in.
Taro shrugged his shoulders then, and tried to figure out why the man that was supposed to be his otosan had done what he did. Sure he didn't expect the man to fight back or anything, but he was completely baffled at his actions. The man had fallen to his knees before the child and said nothing, hadn't even tried to stop Taro from hitting him. The actions outright confused him.
He'd become even more lost when after obasan said something to him, he got up and left. Not just left, but ran away from them.
A three year old can not possibly understand the inner workings of an adults mind, nor would he really want to. They make everything so complicated with their rules and games and whatever it was that adults did to make life weird.
But he hated that they kept so many things from him all of the time. Though, it wasn't like there was really anything he could do about it anyways. There would always be things they didn't want him to know. There were certain things a child should never, and this was the same as any other thing they didn't tell him about.
It was natural for humans to have secrets, big and small. Such was the way of things with them.
Taro figured he didn't mind as much as he thought he should. He knew some things were best left untold, like the incident from a year ago. He had never been told why otokasan had been restrained as he was, and he knew he would never know. It was just another secret like so many others before it. He was kept in the dark to protect him.
His thoughts wandered back to the brunet though. His unpolished mind still trying to work out why exactly the man had run away from them. Maybe obasan had said something mean? And if she had, Taro felt he deserved whatever it was he got.
Taro felt no sympathy for him.
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Dream: So... this turned out a little weirder than I thought it would... but whatever.

Itachi: Idiot.

Dream: Bah. You Uchiha's and your inability to come up with something other and idiot, moron and stupid is completely baffling. I thought you were supposed to be smart.

Itachi: I am smart. You just don't seem to realize it because of your inferiority.

Dream: Oh, is that so? Then care to explain why I have a video of a certain someone doing XXX to XXX and XXX then did XXX, and then after XXX in the XXX you--

Itachi: -Glares- Shut up already.

Dream: -Smirks triumphantly and stops talking about that particular incident- Anyways. Please review? It might make me want to write faster. Might being the key word there.

Naruto: What were you talking about with Itachi just now?

Dream: -Blinks and stares- Well you see the other day I-

Itachi: -Clamps a hand over her mouth- It's nothing Naruto-kun.

Naruto: -Stares at Itachi suspiciously wondering what he's trying to hide-

Dream: -Claws at Itachi's hand and manages to pull it way, taking deep breaths- Jesus fucking christ. Next time make sure you don't cover my nose to you bastard. I do like living you know.

Itachi: Hn.

Dream: Whatever bastard. Please review! -Walks away from Itachi before she can do something she'll regret-
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