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KTI - Consequence and Sacrifice	By : JCooper Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 3
- 4
- 5
Finished this two days ago and I wans't actually oging to update until like MOnday or Tuesday, but a friend talked me into it. So here you go, enjoy. EXTRA WARNING: There is one part where Sasuke might be considered OOC, and I would REALLY appreciate some comments on it. I can't improve my writing without them.

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: 4 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 Four

�Was everything worth the prices that 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?�

�Yes.�

Of course, Hinata hadn�t expected him to say �no�, but she had not expected such brutal honesty either. He meant what he said. �Why?� she wanted to know.

�While all choices can lead to mistakes and most lead to hurting one person or another, the outcome can still give them meaning.�

�So the ends justify the means?�

�Rather the ends make the means meaningless.�

His words were enigmatic at best, but for some reason it was as if she understood them all the same. She thought of her son and how upset she had been when the decision that she would be married had been made. And to Neji of all people. It was not unheard of within the Hyuuga Clan for a Main Family member to marry a Branch member, if only to create a more cemented reason to protect the Main Family. What honorable person would not protect their spouse and children with their lives? But one of the true reasons that the Elders had proposed the union was simply genetics.

Neji was a prodigy quickly rising in the ninja ranks while Hinata was gaining esteem as an astounding medic-nin. Together their children were seen to be the very future of the clan. There had been talk of waiting until Hanabi was of age, but their father had stepped in and given her the choice. Hinata had chosen herself over Hanabi. She could not do that to either her sister or her cousin. Hanabi, while she would always care for her, was too steeped in the traditions of the family and would accept the command of marrying Neji, but inwardly resent it and possibly any children that came from their union. She would see it as a dishonor to marry a �Branch Family member�. And she could never force Neji into marrying someone who thought so little of him and would most likely treat him as a servant rather than a life-partner. There would be only duty between them and no common ground or affection.

So she had chosen herself, after a month of conflict. Kiba refused to speak with her during most of it, because while he would accept whatever decision she made, it came down to her choosing her budding relationship with him, over the happiness of her sister and cousin. Now that she thought back, she was glad that they had kept their relationship so platonic for so long. She did not know if their friendship could have withstood her choice�for she still would have made the same one�had they gotten farther than blushing smiles and holding hands. In the end, it had hurt him and she and Neji had been wed.

She had become pregnant early on after the wedding and it was in the months preceding Hikoshi�s birth that things began to change between herself and her cousin. The polite acknowledgement he had come to treat her with transformed into affection and comfortable companionship. She could not say how everything had changed, but the day that she held her son in her arms she had gazed up to see a look on her husband�s face that had never been there before. And then as they looked at one another she had realized that everything was different, but not in a bad way.

The memories that his words brought back left her feeling a strange weight in her chest. She looked him over and would have thought to see contemplative, farseeing look in his eyes, had they not been so empty and distant already.

What made it all worth it for you? She wondered. You didn�t kill your brother, although he is dead, you didn�t kill Orochimaru, you betrayed everyone who cared for you� And yet you say it was all worth it.

What could she say to him now? That he was wrong? Remind him about everything he had thrown away in his obsessive reach for power? Would it matter? She didn�t know how to continue and there were less than five minutes left. He was still staring forward towards her and she was riddled with unease by the consistency of his gaze, even though he was not even directly staring at her. I haven�t felt this indecisive since Hikoshi was born, she thought. Perhaps the events of That Day were not as long gone as she would like herself to believe if there was so much indecision in her choices now.

�Do you have any other questions?� he inquired. �There is less than two minutes left.�

Though somewhat rattled by his intrusion into her inner battle, she kept herself composed. �If you had the chance-�

�No.� He spoke before she could even complete her question and as with everything he had said, it was brutally honest. Hinata did not question whether the answer was to her actual question, or simply to what he assumed to be it. What she had been about to ask was rather obvious.

Here was a man who had suffered�whether by the hands of others or his own choices�and yet she could almost feel the conviction in which he stood by every decision he had ever made. There was no regret, no guilt, nor wistful nostalgia. He simply accepted the way his life had turned out willingly and without complaint. Once again, she was taken back to the boy she remembered from the Academy and the brief meetings afterwards. Silent, arrogant, brooding, angry, and vengeful. Those five words summed up Uchiha Sasuke. This man was not that same boy; he might as well have been a different person altogether. The longer she remained in his presence, the less she recognized in him.

�Thank you for speaking with me, Tezuka-san.� Hinata stood and moved to the door, knocking on it to signal that they were finished.

When it was opened Hawk poked his head in to look at her. Hinata didn�t know how to react to Shikamaru�s part in all of this, but she realized there was no point in feeling betrayal. Before her retirement, he had been the right hand of the Godaime and was privy to pretty much every secret she kept. It was improbable that he had known of it from the beginning, but then he never would have spoken of it anyway. He was bound by the same oath as she.

�Sure you�re done? You still have thirty seconds.�

�Yes,� she nodded. �I have made my decision.�

�Oh?� He stepped back allowing both her and the other occupant of the room to exit. Tsunade was sitting in the chair that had once been occupied by Tezuka, looking somewhat bored. The jutsu she used still kept her looking youthful, although Hinata knew that the former Hokage would only be able to maintain it for another year at best. In her late sixties, Tsunade was finally beginning to �age�.

Like her teacher Sandaime, that should not have made her significantly weaker, but her chakra levels had suddenly began getting lower faster than expected about three years earlier and soon she would not be able to hold a jutsu on a constant basis, as her �age disguising� jutsu required. A year was being overly optimistic. It was almost as if the Godaime�s body was suddenly beginning to give out on her. Perhaps that was why she had sought out the assistance of Hinata. Who else would be able to perform whatever procedure might be needed without bringing in Sakura, who obviously was not allowed to know of Sa�no, Tezuka�s residence in Konoha?

She came to stand before the former Hokage and bowed. �I have made my decision, Godaime-sama,� she replied. �I have chosen to take on this patient as you have asked me and do what I can to return his vision.�

�Very well,� Tsunade nodded and then took to her feet. �Thank you for your assistance in this, Hinata. A message shall be sent to you when it is time to meet again.�

Hinata bowed to her and saw Shikamaru moving forward, laying a hand on Tezuka�s shoulder. With a flicker of hand movement and puff of smoke, Shikamaru, Tezuka, and the second ANBU that had been guarding the blind man were gone.

�Tsunade-sama,� Hinata spoke up. �Why did we not simply continue with the testing now? Would it not be best to find a solution as immediately as possible?�

�Tezuka-san has a prior engagement,� was all she said and Hinata did not ask for anymore. It was obvious that many things about the man were still shrouded in mystery and she would only learn what was needed for her to know.

�Shouldn�t your son be returning today?� Tsunade changed the subject effortlessly.

�Hai, Tsunade-sama, I should probably go, goodbye,� she gave a small bow and was gone. She had her own prior engagement to get to.

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Saigo had been busy practicing his taijutsu-shuriken-combination in the sprawling backyard when he suddenly felt the chakra of more people nearby in his home. The appearance of the two signatures was abrupt, which meant that people had teleported into his home. He knew it was probably the two ANBU returning, and therefore assumed his father would be with them.

The one flaw in his belief that his father was a former ninja was the fact that he could not feel his chakra, meaning he either had none or very little. Of course, he could simply be like Rock Lee, Lin�s father, who was taijutsu master�possible, since he knew his father was very good at taijutsu�but he believed he had never heard of any other ninja who were masters of it besides Rock Lee and his former sensei, Maito Gai.

Of course this could be easily explained by his second theory, which was that he and his father were not originally from Konohagakure and that also justified why his father did not leave their home unescorted. Perhaps his father had been a ninja of one of Konoha�s enemy villages like Kirigakure and ran away. From all of the rumors he�d heard while on missions and such, �Bloody Mist� was not just a title and he could understand why someone would want to leave a village ran by ruthless ninja with no morals.

Or perhaps it was something more�romantic, although he wanted to scrunch his face with distaste at the thought, even if it was not one that he could ignore. His father could have left his village because he had fallen �in love� with his mother. To him, it seemed practically impossible, based on his father�s own words and actions on the subject. For some reason, whenever he gave thought to the person who had to have carried him and his father had �done� something with to have created him, he got a guilty, sour taste in his mouth. He had only asked his father about his mother once in the years he remembered and after the response he had never inquired again.

�You don�t have one.�

It was something that was not discussed, and it was one of the few things that caused his father to tense and his eyes to harden in a way that was almost frightening. And so it was never brought up again. It wasn�t like Saigo mourned for her and thought about her often to begin with. He had heard some of his classmates in Basic School�the one that every child had to go to for two years before he or she could go on to the secondary civilian school or the Academy�talking and one of the girls had spoken about how she wished that she could grow up to be like her mother, a chuunin who had died to make sure her mission had succeeded. It got him to thinking about his own mother and when he had returned home he had simply asked the question, as he did often when he was younger.

Truthfully, he didn�t miss his mother and he didn�t think about her. He simply didn�t have one and didn�t deem her important. If he had been a girl, maybe it would have meant more, but he wasn�t and it didn�t. His father was the only parent he needed. If he wanted a mother figure he would have been closer to Iruka-sensei. Subconsciously�something he would always deny to his grave�it was a way so that he would never have to imagine his father in any sort of sordid relationship that might shatter the strong, silent, stoic image his father had always been.

��Tou-san!� he called out moving towards the backdoor. It was late in the evening and while he had exceptional vision, it was hard to see all three figures clearly through the kitchen window. The door opened just as he reached it, revealing his father�s face and then a puff of smoke in the background with the suddenly disappearing chakra, meaning that the two ANBU had left.

�Have you been training since you returned?�

�I didn�t see the point in wasting the rest of the afternoon,� he replied. �Is everything okay? They don�t usually visit this late in the day.�

His father gave a brief shrug, something that was natural and ingrained, and also very unlike his father�s other mannerisms. There were times when his father would do something out of character, like the small smirk that would glide over his features at times when Saigo was talking in depth about his latest mission, or the way he would sometimes drift away and Saigo would come home to find him sitting by the window in the small living room, eyes closed and head tilted downward in a way that was proof that he was neither sleep, nor �awake�. This was odd because his father slept sitting up as he would when awake, back propped against the wall, and his head held up as if he was forever alert, even with his eyes always shut.

�It was a meeting, nothing more,� his father replied, using the same half-truth that meant Saigo would not get any more information than that. �Go wash up.�

That was his father�s way of telling him to take a bath or else he wouldn�t be getting any dinner. �Yes, �Tou-san,� he gave small bow before taking off his shoes and hurrying up the stairs to the bathroom. It was a Mission Night, which meant that his father was making one of his favorite meals. He didn�t catch the way his father�s head followed him, something that might have once been an actual smile on his lips.

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It cried a lot. That was the main reason why he had been suddenly designated the small creature�s part-time �caretaker�, if only because the thing actually calmed down when he held It. For some reason It was crying right then and he couldn�t seem to stop It. He held the thing, patted Its back, and had even degraded himself enough to make sure It wasn�t in need of a change of clothing. None of these things had shut It up.

Its face was red and scrunched up, mouth wide open to echo Its distress throughout the compound�or would have if It hadn�t been locked away in one of the soundproof rooms. He had been trapped alone with It for almost fifteen minutes, after the medic-nin who usually looked after It had left with very little reason. Knowingly, It was probably one of that Snake�s cruel pranks, forcing him to take care of it on his own. It probably had to due to with his �insubordination� on his last mission�Kabuto would never pass up the chance to mark off his various offenses.

It was still screaming. He set it back down in Its small wooden crib and the sound only grew louder as he stepped away from It. Frustrated, he spun around and slammed his hands on the counter near the sink. The force of it rattled the pristine white of the countertop, causing all of the objects to shake. One particular object had been sitting on the edge and thus fell over on it the floor, rolling to a stop after bumping into his foot. Looking down, he stared at the strange container for a moment before his genius mind decided to finally use its overrated analytical skills.

He bent down and picked up the warm plastic container, staring at the rubber lid that jutted out from the top. He then walked back over to the still screaming, but now also hyperventilating being, whose feet and hands were quivering with the tenseness of Its body. Suddenly, Its eyes caught onto the object he was holding up in his hands and transformed instantly from the loud screeches to loud, hiccupping whimpers.

�You�re hungry,� he stated lowering the bottle and watching as the hands moved towards it, all of the sounds stopping as its mouth opened wide and ready. He allowed It to take the nipple into Its mouth and was almost startled by the way It grabbed onto it, sucking the creamy liquid from within the bottle as quickly as possible. He watched It for a while and it continued to drink until he heard a scratchy suction noise, which led him to realize that the bottle was empty.

He pulled the container away, and it was silent for a few moments, only for Its face to wrinkle up in discomfort, its eyes squinting and small whines escaping its throat. Something was wrong. Reluctantly, he picked It up again and held It, if gingerly. This still did not calm It, so he pulled It to his chest, as he had been taught�although very much against his will�by the medic-nin. As gently as he could, he rubbed Its back in circular motions with one hand while using his other to keep It from falling to the ground.

As he did this, It calmed down, one hand coming up to cling to the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly there was a loud echo in the room and his eyes shifted to stare at the small being in shock, not fully believing It to be the origin of the loud belch. He did not stop in his motions until he felt the It become completely still in his arms, a soft, warm breath against his neck the only clue that It still lived.

Just as he was about to return It to Its bed, a sudden chill ran down his spine as someone pressed up against him from behind, arms coming around to hold him in a twisted embrace. He hadn�t even noticed the door opening.

�How precious.� There was hot breath against his ear, the wetness of a tongue that oh-so-briefly darted out to lick the outer lobe. He didn�t shudder, and arms that encircled him pressed against his own, copying their hold on the small being against his chest, but at the same time trapping him against the intruder.

�Is there something you wanted?� he asked, voice empty and almost bored. He would not allow himself to be seen as weak. Weakness was something the Snake enjoyed manipulating, a fact he had known from the day he�d met him.

�How could I miss watching the bonding time between father and son?� A chuckle, patronizing and soft. The hands moved, one sliding up the gently rub the top of Its head, while the other slid down to his own stomach, long fingers with short black nails scratching at the fabric. Without realizing it, he turned his head to the side, suddenly catching sight of himself in the long one-way window across the room. Dark, was the first thought that came to mind. Black hair curtained the Snake, even as he pressed against him and thus blocked part of his own body from view. It remained asleep within his arms and the vision was like a distorted version of reality. Something far too depraved to ever be real.

�Such a perfect little family, don�t you think, Sasuke-kun?�

The hold slackened and he pulled away, breaking the image, and thus returning It to Its crib. He turned after settling It down and gave a glare to convey all the things he could not say as he stated, �That is not my son.�

See the part I was talking about? Now how OOC do you think he is? I was trying to keep him in character, but I figure that I botched it up a bit. Comments please?
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