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When A Heart Cracks	By : SirGeneralSir Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 45420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CH 3
Who We Are

Bishamon stood there for a moment, considering Naruto's words. He could see that the boy was fighting back his feelings, his tears rapidly drying as the Jinchuuriki struggled to collect himself.

The Dragon nin was just about to say something when both men heard rustling in the bushes from someone not trying to hide their presence; the silhouette of Choji moved out into the light of the glowing moon.

“Naruto, and...uh...Bishamon-san, right? Kakashi-sensei and Akio-san want everyone to meet at the camp. Akio-san has something he wants to tell us and wants to answer any questions Kakashi-sensei has, but they want everyone there to hear it,” said Choji with a grin, pointing back at the camp with his thumb.

“Very well, Naruto-San let us return, our conversation can continue later, if you wish.”

Naruto pushed himself to his feet, following Bishamon and Choji as they left the clearing, slipping silently between the trees.

They were soon back at the camp, the blonde once again seated with Michio cuddled to his chest, trying to get the baby to sleep as the two groups were mixed together they sat quietly around the fire. Kakashi was sitting on one side, by himself, with Akio across from him, the Dragon leader waiting patiently for the questions to begin.

The silver-haired man stirred from his habitual comfortable slouch.

“Since everyone is here, I believe we should get things started. Naruto had a good question earlier, so why don't you take it from there and see how things progress?”

The Dragon leader nodded.

“Very well, Kakashi-san. Naruto-san's question was who we are and why he has never heard of us before. The answer is that our Village in Demon Country is self-sufficient beyond that of any other Village. We do not require mission requests to support it.

Because of that, we are extremely picky about what requests we will accept. You will never see one of our brothers or sisters trying to catch someone's pet as a mission request or other such insignificant matters. Only missions that are deemed worthy of us are accepted.”

“What do you mean when you say worthy of you?” Yamato inquired, frowning slightly.

“A worthy mission to us is one that is both serious and respectable for our talents, such as a rescue missions, protecting civilians, and the termination of bandit groups. Missions that are honourable and that we can do with pride,” Akio replied, in a tone that left no room for doubt that it was almost a statement of law to them.

“Excuse me. May I ask a question?” Sai said, raising his hand.

Akio gave him a nod.
“Go ahead.”

“I have noticed that you and your 'brothers and sisters', as you call them, have been referring to Naruto and Kakashi-Sensei as San, why is that?” Sai watched the Dragon nin unblinkingly, extremely curious about this unusual breech in custom.

“An excellent question, though you asked sooner than I expected. Naruto-san proved himself to be an honourable individual. When we joined you in battle, Bishamon was caught in a blast from an enemy's exploding note while protecting a civilian. He was thrown over the cliff with no way to save himself, and his fate would have been sealed had it not been for Naruto-san using a mass shadow clone jutsu to create a human chain, saving our brother's life. Because of this, Bishamon now owes Naruto-san a life debt.”

As the man spoke, the stocky blue masked Dragon looked at the blond, giving him a slight nod in agreement.

“By the traditions of our people, Bishamon is now bound to protecting Naruto-san until he is able to repay him by saving his life in return. If someone intends to harm Naruto-san, they would have fight Bishamon to the death in order to get to their target.”

Kiba stood up then, glancing at Naruto before looking at Akio again.

“So...you're telling us that if, say, I tried to attack Naruto right now, that...”

Before he could say any more, Bishamon was suddenly standing beside the Inuzuka, his katana uncomfortably close to a rather delicate area between his legs, evoking a high-pitched gasp from the young man.

“I am honour-bound to defend Naruto-san against any attacker that truly meant him harm.”

Satisfied that he had made his point, Bishamon removed the blade and stepped back. A shaky sigh of relief escaped Kiba as he sank back down, his knees a little weak from a rush of adrenaline.

A throat cleared, drawing all attention to Yamato.

“I've heard one legend about your Village that I wouldn't mind clearing up. It's said that your entire Village, or at least half of it, are the children of a dragon, and that is why you are called the Dragon Village. Would you mind telling us if there is any truth in it?”

Again, Akio smiled behind his mask. “That, my friend, is only half true. There is much more to the real story. A little over three thousand years ago, there was a samurai that was on a quest to find himself.

He was a great warrior, with a strict code of honour that could never be broken, but he had come to realize that his life was empty. He had no family, nor a life outside of the battlefield and had decided that he needed to find something to live and fight for, to give himself a purpose for living.

During his travel, he heard to his great disgust that there were several bandits preying on the poor villagers of a farming village, forcing the farmers to pay them a tribute. One of the tributes was to be a farmer's daughter for the vile men to enjoy as they liked. The code the samurai lived by demanded that he protect the villagers and so he kill the bandits.

He killed all but one, only to hear that the leader had a small army that would burn the village to the ground and kill the people that lived there. They would spare no one. The one piece of good news was that it would take at least three weeks for them to arrive at the village, but because it was so small, there were too few people to defend it.

The warrior one day overheard one of the elder men mutter to himself about a dragon that used to protect the land in the past but no longer did so.

“Curious, he questioned the old man to learn where the dragon supposedly lived, and found out the trip would take at least three days there and three more back. Knowing there was no time to spare, he set out to find the beast, enduring accusations of cowardice and the claims that he would not return to defend the village that were spat at him by some of the farmers when he left.

Three days after his departure, the samurai was caught in a storm while on a mountain. Seeking shelter, he entered a cave and was standing near the entrance, watching the raging elements outside, when he heard a voice coming from farther back in the darkness, asking why he was there.

The man, startled, turned around and said that he was only looking for shelter from the storm. He heard the voice again, this time telling him that as long as that was all he wanted, he was welcome to shelter there until the rain stopped."

As the Dragon leader spoke, his gaze drifted over his captive audience. Sai and Yamato were both sporting blank faces as they listened, while Kakashi and the others from Konoha - with the exception of Naruto - all had varying expressions of attentiveness. The hyper blond was uncharacteristically still and silent, listening intently and seeming to hang on every word.

The other foreign ninjas, having known their clan's history since childhood, were more interested in the reactions of the others as they heard the tale, though they still paid attention to their leader as he continued.

"Though the person in the cave stayed out of sight, they talked for a few hours to pass the time before the samurai finally spoke of what had brought him to the mountain. The other was silent for a several moments before asking what he would ask of the dragon if he found it.

By that point, the warrior knew he had already found his quarry. However, he chose to keep that knowledge to himself for the time being, only saying that he would ask the dragon for help.

The warrior asked the other why he lived out here all alone; having no one to talk to, no one to share meals with had to be a sad existence. Instead of responding, the dragon finally revealed himself, stepping out into what little light there was, and told him that he did not want to help the villagers.

He had done so for so long and the only thing he ever got in return was the same villagers fearing him, hating him, and trying to catch or kill him for their own personal reasons; to be used as a weapon other reasons.

The samurai did not try to force the dragon to help him. Instead, when the storm cleared, he bid the dragon farewell and turned to leave, only to stop when the creature asked where he was going.

The man smiled, looking back over his shoulder, and said he was going back to defend the village. The dragon tried to stop him, telling him he would be killed if he went back; that he could not survive the attack; that he might kill many of them, but he would still die.

Again, the warrior smiled, and said that it was better to die with honour and meet his ancestors with pride, knowing that even when faced with death, he was able to stand and fight because it was the right thing to do, to die as a warrior, than to live the life of a coward, protecting only himself and leaving others to die when he could have helped them.

The warrior once again made to leave when the beast grumbled under his breath and agreed to help him, but he would not do as he did in the past. Instead, he would give him his power. When the man agreed, the dragon merged with the samurai, much like how Jinchuuriki were made, only this was of the free will of both.

Imbued with new power, the samurai returned to the village and kept his promise to defend it. Though he offered the bandits the chance to leave in peace if they left the village alone, but they refused. With one warrior standing before them, they believed they would triumph; they were wrong, and every last bandit paid for their arrogance with their lives.

In the end, he was proclaimed a hero by the village. Having grown attached to it and its people as they did him, he chose to stay, marrying and having children. Unexpectedly to him and the dragon, the children inherited the powers of the dragon as well, as did their children and so on.

The merging of man and dragon created a bloodline limit of sorts, and so the village that had no name became the Hidden Village of the Dragon, named by that warrior, our ancestor. We, the children of the samurai and the dragon, follow the same code of honour that our forefather lived by."

“So...what does that make you guys, then?” Kiba asked, scratching his head.

Akio smiled slightly, nodding in response to Kiba's question.

“If it helps you to understand, you can think of us as Jinchuuriki. More than half of our Village share the bloodline of our ancestor.”

“This is all very interesting, but I have a question,” Yamato said, standing up. “Granted, our Villages are allies, but that doesn't tell me why you are telling us things that could potentially be used against you one day.”

Juro fielded that one, getting to his feet.

“There's too much distrust and deceit in the world as it is. The more you know about us, who we are and what we stand for, the better we can understand each other and avoid senseless fighting over things that could have been dealt with by talking.

I, for one, am tired of seeing families destroyed and children left without parents and seeing so much fear and hatred in people that should be allowed to live their lives in peace. If answering questions that won't endanger our people helps to keep another war from starting, then ask whatever you want.

We won't tell you anything that could put our Village at risk, but otherwise...” He shrugged, trailing off.

“When you say 'it's like a bloodline limit', what do you mean? I don't get it.” Naruto said drawing attention to him.

One of the women wearing a white mask stepped forward.

“Allow me, taichou-san.”

Giving Akio a slight bow, she turned to face the blonde with a serene smile.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Naruto-san. I am Akako. When our ancestor had his children, he was fully merged with the dragon. They were one body, but as with Jinchuuriki, there were two minds, two spirits, and two separate types of chakra.

“Because of this, the dragon's power was passed on to our ancestor's children, as if they were its own offspring and all were connected on an empathic level, just as the dragon's kind were. I'm sure you can imagine the problems that it could cause mischievous children.”

Akako paused to look wryly at Juro, who just grinned unrepentantly, before continuing.

“Our dragon halves share a common knowledge from conception. However, upon birth, access to this knowledge is blocked until reaching adulthood, in order to allow the dragon spirits to grown and change with our children.

While the dragon spirits essentially being genderless, as our children grow, they gradually develop the gender traits of the host body. This means that my dragon spirit is female, and Akio-san and the other men have male spirits.

“This 'ability', for lack of a better word, follows the family line of our ancestor, giving increased physical strength, stamina, chakra, and few other abilities that come from the dragon, itself. For now, I won't go over those because the list is far too long for the purposes of this conversation.

I realize I have given you more than you asked for, but this way, there will be fewer questions for later.”

After a few moments of silence, Hinata nervously raised her hand to ask a question.

“Um...ex-excuse me, but I h-have a qu-question. I noticed that wh-when we were treating th-the injured from the caravan, n-no one with the same coloured m-mask was put on the same team, and it appeared th-that you had two medics w-with each team. M-may I a-ask why?”

The Dragon leader nodded in approval.

“Another good question, despite the appearances of some, it is clear to me that Konoha ninja are well educated; some are wise beyond their years,” he said, his eyes settling on Naruto for a moment.

“To answer your question, you are correct. We did have two medics with each team. It is standard practice for us to have five-man teams instead of three or four. Because of this, we have an extra person on each team, and what better to fill that position than a second medic? Our logic is, if you only have one medic, who would heal them if they, themselves, were injured?

With two, healing can be shared between them, and if one is injured, they can receive better treatment. In addition, had we only had the usual single medic per team, you and the other medics would have used far more chakra when we treated the injured from the caravan.

As for our masks, they represent our elements. Red is fire, blue is water, silver-blue is lightning, green is earth, and white is wind. Having one of each element in our teams lets us counter our enemies more effectively and also allows us to support one another better. Cho and I train together, being wind and fire, and we also work with the others to help them to defend against elements they are weak against.

During combat, if I call for a combo attack of elements, the masks allow us to team up with whatever element or elements we need quickly, even if we're not beside our actual team-mates. For example, if I call for a combo that requires wind and fire, the closest wind user would team up with me if Cho is not close enough to do so.”

Yamato processed the information. For some reason, the fact that the Dragon nin were so forth coming with answers to their questions did not sit well with him.

“All of this is very interesting, but what I don't understand is why you are so willing to tell us so much about your people. This whole situation just feels a bit off to me. Even though our two peoples are allies, we still hardly know you. How can we trust that you're telling the truth?”

Sitting to each side of Yamato were two of the female Dragon nins. The one on his right in a green mask scooted closer until their shoulders were touching, getting his attention instantly.

When he looked at her, she batted her eyes at him, smiling under her mask.

“So...you're telling us that you want to get to know us better. Is that it, handsome? I think I can handle that.”

Yamato's face reddened at the implication.

“Uh...that's not exactly what I meant. It's just that...um...well...I...uh...that is to say...” he stuttered.

Suddenly, there were hands sliding on his back as the other woman, in a silver-blue mask, scooted closer to him as well.

“Oh, Hisako, you've gone and scared the poor man. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I promise we'll be very gentle, Yamato-Kun, and when we're done, you will know us very well. That is what you wanted, isn't it?”

The woman began to trace one of her hands up his chest, while the first started rubbing his legs. Everyone else was silent as they watched what unfolded before them.

Yamato's face was getting redder and redder by the minute.

“My, my, my, Kameyo, I think he might be about to hyperventilate on us. If it comes to that, I'll perform CPR on him while you check his vitals. You're the medic, after all. Better be thorough, as well. We don't want something popping up on us, now do we?”

Kameyo smiled at Hisako's comment.

“Oh of course not, we're going to need him to be in tip-top shape, after all. Better start checking him now.”

Kameyo lowered her hand to Yamato's ass and give it a playful pinch. The already embarrassed man to jump up with a yelp, causing the rest of the Dragons burst out laughing. The laughter quickly became contagious, everyone other than Yamato joining in.

Akio stepped in then, gently chiding the women.

“Kameyo, Hisako, enough. I apologize, Yamato. Please understand that where we come from, we do not take many missions. Because of this, we have had few, if any, problems with any other Village.

To us, they are just another village with people in them, with friends and families just like us, so when we think of another Village, we do not think of the military, the personal or ideological differences that we may have. Instead, we think of what we all share.”

The Dragon leader pointed at Michio; the baby was sound asleep in Naruto's arms.

“We all share the love of our friends and family. Each one of us came into this world the same way; we all had a mother and father. Regardless of any other detail, every one of us had parents and most of us will become parents ourselves, one day, if we are not already.”

“So you're saying that you are unable to hate others, is that it?” Sakura asked, seeking clarification.

“Not at all, only a fool would say something like that. I personally, have a very short temper and have been known to fly off the handle more than once. What I'm saying is that we do not, and will not, seed the roots of hate towards a Village and its people just because they are of that Village or because of the dishonourable actions of one or more of their ninja.

I can hate any person personally, based on what they do or do not do, just like any of you can. For example, it is clear to me that Bishamon is not fond of you, Sakura. He doesn't not hate you or bear any ill feelings towards you, but he is keeping a wary eye on you.”

“I don't understand. I haven't done anything to him for him to feel that way,” Sakura said, confused.

The Dragon in question just looked at her, his brown eyes locked on her own green gaze, empty of emotion. After a moment, his eyes shifted to glance at Naruto then back at her, as if silently giving her the answer.

Feeling the awkwardness of the moment, Kakashi stood to break the tension, drawing everyone's attention to him.

“Well, I think it's time we get some rest. Kiba, you and I will take first watch. Akio, would you care to provide some assistance with that, as well?”

The Dragon leader straightened, nodding.

“I will personally take first watch with you, Kakashi. Juro will be on watch with Kiba, if that is acceptable.”

With that settled, everyone else started to settle in for the night, except for Naruto, who still sat at the fire holding Michio to his chest. Staring into the flames, he didn't notice the tear slowly tracing its way down his cheek. However, it didn't go unnoticed by Sakura, Ino, and Hinata, who were watching the youth and the baby.

Bishamon also noticed, and began to consider what he knew of the blond. Remembering the short conversation they had, the way he acted when he found the child, and now how he was holding him, Bishamon could see that something was wrong.

Yamato was rolling out his sleeping gear when he felt someone standing behind him. Since they weren't trying to be stealthy, they most likely wanted something. Turning around, he saw Bishamon.

“Excuse me Yamato, may I speak with you?”

The stocky man looked over his shoulder at Naruto, who was now talking with the Priestess, then turned his attention back to Yamato.

“In private, preferably, but it's not necessary.”

Yamato's eyes followed, resting on the blond for a moment.

“So you've noticed something, too. I'm a little surprised, because you barely know any of us. What did you see?”

Bishamon looked at Naruto again, then back at Yamato.

“His eyes, they betray his feelings, so much so that even he knows it. Have you noticed that he closed them when he smiles? Not many people do that, unless they do not want you to see what's in their eyes. I have seen many people from many different lands with the full spectrum of emotions. Your eyes never lie and his are saying a lot.”

The Wood user was quiet for a moment, digesting the information.

“He won't talk to us. The one thing that can hurt Naruto is his heart. You can beat on his body all you want and it won't really hurt him. I've tried to talk to him before, but he always finds a way to change the subject or pretends to be stupid about one thing or another. It's how he protects himself, even if, in reality, it only hurts him more.

I believe he feels that he's the one that's supposed to be there for everyone else and that he can't show that he needs others, because that would say that he's not as strong as he appears to be. He's the rock that everyone needs but can't have for himself.”

Bishamon took that in, his eyes turning back to study the boy he was honour-bound to protect, leaving Yamato to return to his task of setting up for the night.

The rest of the night passed without incident. In the morning, while all the others got up as usual, Kakashi chose to allow Naruto to sleep in, since Michio refused to allow the older boy to leave his side and caring for an infant could be tiring.

However, as time passed, the older man started to worry, as did Bishamon and a few others. The baby was wide awake, but Naruto wasn't waking up. Michio was held securely against the older boy's chest, keeping the child close even in his sleep.

When Bishamon knelt beside the slumbering blond, the baby looked up at the man curiously.

“Naruto-san, we are almost ready to leave now. If we make good time, we can be in Konoha sooner,” said the large man, in a clear, gentle tone.

Kakashi, Yamato, and Akio were standing over him, watching with concern. When the boy didn't move in response to Bishamon's prompting, the Dragon leader gently extracted the baby from Naruto's grasp and picked him up, then nodded to the water user who immediately placed the back of his hand on the Jinchuuriki's forehead.

“It's too early to tell, but he may have a fever. He isn't burning up, but he is warm enough to be sweating.”

Soon, everyone was hovering around Naruto. Right then, his eyes slowly opened, blinking as he stared up at the crowd.

“If you wanted to wake me up, there are less creepy ways to do it, you know. You could have said something, or nudged me, or...could I have some water?”

Bishamon quickly pulled his canteen out and handed it to the boy, helping him to sit up while the blonde drained the entire contents of the container. The water helped, though he was still thirsty, but did nothing to change how hot he was.

Shifting, Naruto pulled his jacket off, and it was then that Bishamon saw that the veins on the shoulder that Naruto had been hit with the arrow were discoloured. Helping the boy to his feet, the man looked around, seeing by the expressions on the others' faces that they'd noticed the same thing he had.

“You should be fine, Naruto. This time of year, with a jacket on, you could be suffering from heatstroke or something.”

Naruto shook his head.

“No. I can ...feel it. I've been...poisoned somehow. I think it...was the arrow. It...Missed my chest, so...I think...I'll be ok…For awhile anyway. We should hurry up and get the...caravan back to Konoha, though.” He gasped while talking.

“What? No, Naruto, we need to get you back to Konoha now. If you've been poisoned, then we have to stop it before it spreads too far and does permanent damage!” Sakura protested.

“We need to protect the caravan at all costs; there are how many people in it? And how badly do we need the supplies in Konoha? I'm just one man, Sakura. This mission is more important that I am. Besides, I'm the fucking Jinchuuriki, remember? I'll be fine,” he replied harshly.

Hearing Naruto talk like this surprised every last one of his friends. He never talked this way, not even when he was truly angry about something or at someone. Something was seriously going on with him.

“What the hell, Naruto? If you don't get treated for the poison, you could die man, but you're acting like...like you don't care. What's going on, buddy?” Kiba asked, concern and a hint of fear in his voice.

Seeing Naruto like this, and hearing Kiba say that, Hinata felt her heart drop.

“Just leave it guys. We're on a mission and should complete it as soon as we can. That's all that matters, only the mission. Everything else can take a back seat.”

Done talking, Naruto moved to walk away. The way he staggered, though, made it painfully obvious that he was already weakening from the poison. When several wooden beams suddenly erupted from the ground to wrap around him, the blond didn't struggle or even look surprised.

“Naruto, this is serious. You really think that we're just going to let you keep going like that? You're our friend, our team-mate,” Yamato said, trying to reason with him.

Naruto just sighed and broke free of the restraining posts, then continued to force his body forward as the caravan began to move.

“You can't stop me, Yamato-taichou. None of you can and you know it, so let's just get this mission done already.”

Bishamon moved alongside the determined boy with Michio in his arms, while the other Dragons took their positions. Kakashi and the rest of the Konoha ninja reluctantly took theirs, as well. What Naruto said was true. In a real fight, none of them could stand against him. The Dragons, on the other hand, might, but it didn't look like they intended to as this was to be Naruto's choice.

For several hours, the others looked to each other, silently trying to figure out what had changed the normally cheerful boy they knew into this cold, closed-off stranger.

As mid-day set in, Naruto's steps became more and more clumsy. If the others hadn't known better, they might have thought he was drunk, but he refused to stop. They were making good time, despite the fact that Naruto was stumbling and staggering as he led the caravan.

The gates of Konoha came into view just as dusk began to fall. The blonde had barely reached the gates when he started to wobble uncontrollably. He fought as hard as he could to stay on his feet, and only Bishamon snapping a hand out to grab his arm kept him from crumpling to the ground.

Seeing his condition, his friends and comrades ran toward him, shouting for a medic. He was barely conscious by then, sweat trickling down his face, soaking his shirt, his body wracked with tremors.

Reaching his side, Cho tore his open and bared his shoulder, biting off a curse when she saw that the previous discolouration had progressed until it almost looked like a dark blue spider web from the poison slowly working its way through the veins around the affected area.

Blurred blues settled on Kakashi, Naruto smiling shakily as he spoke, his voice cracking and faint.

“It's been fun, hasn't it?”

As everyone watched in horror, the boy lost consciousness, his eyes closing and his arm tearing free of Bishamon's grip as his body went limp, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Distantly, Naruto could hear people screaming his name, could hear someone crying and something wet falling on his face. He could also hear the sound of several people running. Those same sounds grew fainter, and fainter, until he couldn't hear anything at all.

Mostly just some word changes to try and make the story flow better, hope you like the changes ive made.
Still nothing like a good cliff hanger, eh? Please R&R! I want to know what you think of my story.
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