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Time Waits (Complete)	By : momhuey8 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was a light tap on the door and Kushina poked her head into the Hokage's office. "Ready?"
Minato smiled and nodded. He got up, came around and pulled her into a hug. He held her tight for several seconds, his eyes squeezed shut. Naruto always had the impression that Minato felt each touch could be their last.
Then Minato looked over at him and said, "Let's go. Social call."
Naruto blinked. They'd made lots of social calls, a Hokage duty, for congratulations and condolences. But he'd always known about them, had in fact scheduled them.
"Kushina's best friend gave birth last night," he said by way of explanation.
"Okay." Naruto blinked again. He hadn't known Kushina had a best friend.
They walked and Naruto was distracted watching the interaction of his parents. They were a beautiful couple. He couldn't get enough of watching his mother. He'd harbored anger at both of his parents for leaving him alone. Now all he felt was yearning. She was such a bright, optimistic person in whom loved flowed like a fountain. And she was so happy about being pregnant. Naruto was coming to understand that she would never abandon her child. His feelings of longing battled for dominance with feelings of heartache. Yes, he'd grown up without parents, but the world had lost a piece of the sun when it lost Uzumaki Kushina.
Just then they made one last turn and Naruto's stomach fell into his shoes. The only family that lived down this road was the Uchihas.
He stopped dead. Someone here had given birth last night? A couple of months before his own birth? Then he felt it. That precious, beloved chakra signature. Sasuke…
"Taisuke! Are you okay?"
Naruto just stared, the edges of his vision swimming. Since he'd been here, he hadn't bumped into anyone he recognized, mostly, he supposed because he was not paying attention to anyone but his parents. But now… Sasuke. His beloved bastard had just joined the world. The jumble of thoughts in his head made him sway on his feet.
"Taisuke?" Minato and Kushina had come over to him and she had her hand on his forehead. "Are you sick? You look pale," she said now feeling his cheek.
"Uh…bad lunch," he muttered wondering if he was making any sense.
"Why don't you go back. You don't need…"
"No!" he said, wide-eyed. "No! I need…want…" He took a shaky breath. "I'm okay."
They looked at him doubtfully, but nodded and continued down the road.
There he was. That tiny scrap of flesh on a blanket on the floor was Sasuke. And lying next to him on his side was…Itachi!
Fuck! Blinded by his narrow focus, it had not occurred to him until now, but he'd been in the village this whole time with Uchiha Itachi.
He looked at the older boy lying close to the baby. It was clear to anyone who looked, indeed it permeated the very air, Itachi absolutely worshipped his new brother. He couldn't take his eyes off the baby and gently ran a finger over soft cheeks and downy black hair.
Naruto looked at the baby. Even one day old, his fierce intelligence was evident. His eyes were clear and he seemed to be studying the world around him, already working things out.
"Our babies will be such friends," Uchiha Mikoto said, patting Kushina's belly. "I have such a feeling about them that I'd make a contract for them today."
Kushina laughed as her stomach started moving on its own. "I think baby agrees."
Naruto just moved to stand over the Uchiha boys. He couldn't take his eyes off either one of them. Itachi continued with the gentle contact and Sasuke started to fuss in agitation if he would stop for more than a moment.
Even at their young ages, both boys were so intense. Both had such serious expressions. There was nothing childish about either one of them.
He noticed Itachi was watching him, a suspicious look on his face. Naruto had been staring a long time now.
"Itachi-kun," he started in a quiet voice. "You're happy to have a new brother?"
Itachi stood and bowed respectfully. "Hai. He is…" He never finished, looking a bit confused. Then Sasuke started thrashing his arms and legs. Itachi rushed back to the baby and looked to his mother. "Okasan, may I pick him up?"
"Of course. Remember what we showed you about supporting his head." Sasuke was soon cradled next to Itachi's thin chest, once more calm and content.
Finally Naruto asked to be excused. As he rushed from the room, he heard his mother explaining that he'd eaten some bad sushi. He didn't go back to the tower, opting for the isolation of his rooms. He fell onto his back onto the bed, lying there for the rest of the afternoon, thoughts and emotions that he'd struggled to control fighting for dominance. Through rigid control, he'd managed to put Sasuke out of his mind for the most part since he'd arrived here in the past. Now he couldn't empty his mind of his last moments with Sasuke in the forest outside of Konoha.
He touched his lips remembering his first, and his last, kiss. Tears filled his eyes as he accepted that there would never be anyone else for him, that he had been meant for only Sasuke from his very birth.
He let his imagination take over briefly, imagining what it would have looked like if he'd been able to pursue a relationship with Sasuke. Naruto thought of the new yearnings he'd experienced at the hands of his mother, the yearnings to give and receive. He felt the need to tenderly, ardently mend his friend's damaged heart, to repair deep, lifelong wounds with shimmering threads of love. More than protection of the flesh, Naruto had a vision of racing through life one step in front of Sasuke, clearing obstacles and smoothing the road, giving his friend the freedom to, just maybe, smile. As always, if he could accomplish that one thing, bring one sincere smile, one flicker of peace, of happiness to Sasuke's life, he could have died fulfilled.
But now he also craved touch. His skin felt alive, infused with desires of its own, wanting to reach out, stretch toward contact with the skin of another. He had a fanciful image of his hands coated in and his fingers dripping with love. Contentment filled him as he imagined smearing it on the flesh of a lover, of Sasuke, coating him in an impenetrable layer of devotion.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Sasuke looked like naked. As a well trained ninja, he knew the body would be lean and well muscled. Naruto knew the general mechanics of sex between the various gender pairings and admitted to himself that whether his preference was for males or just Sasuke, his fingers, his mouth, his body yearned for pale flesh, hard muscles and male genitalia.
He licked his lips and wondered what Sasuke tasted like; a summer storm or perhaps the night? He could almost see his fingers rising and falling as he traced the dips and indentations where bone met muscle. He own flesh hardened as he pictured a straining, leaking erection.
Caught in his daydreams, he didn't realize his own hand had been busy between his legs until his orgasm swept through him and he cried out, "Sasuke!"
Grief that he'd held off for months finally overtook him and sobs wracked his frame until he could hardly breathe. He curled in on himself as the memory of their very last moments fighting Akatsuki assailed him.
Naruto had sought out the device pulling on the demon first, feeling the pull getting stronger and stronger until he was barely able to move. He'd destroyed the thing quickly, but by the time he'd joined the fight, Sasuke had already been badly injured and was struggling to fight the entire band alone.
He'd yelled to his friend to get out, but had been ignored. Then the earth seemed to stop spinning as Naruto watched, helpless in his own battle, as Kakuzu used a miniscule window of opportunity and pulled Sasuke's heart right out of his body. There was only a few seconds during which their eyes met and Naruto saw regret flash, and then fade to nothing.
He'd lost his mind at that point, summoning Kyuubi. All he remembered was the first taste of blood in his mouth as he ripped every Akatsuki member to shreds with fangs and claws.
In spite of his dismissal of a notion like hope, he had to finally admit that it had been there, a glimmering chimera…ultimately just out of his reach, but all the more painful because his heart had, in the end, reached anyway.
He'd already been dealing with and dwelling in anger and denial and when the sobs finally started to abate by the next morning, guilt started to gain a head of steam.
Along with the guilt came a need to act, to rectify…something. He'd come here for that very purpose, seeking revenge from his father, but that idea wasn't as satisfying as it had been. His drive to seek justice from someone whom neither he nor Sasuke had ever met didn't seem right anymore.
He lay there in the dawn trying to sort through his thoughts, seeking a path that would match the purpose to which he desperately clung, trying to think of something he could do when suddenly he gasped and shot up out of bed.
Itachi!
Itachi was the seed of all Sasuke's troubles. He frowned as he pictured the boy he'd just met doing what he knew Itachi was going to do in a few years. It didn't feel right and he was having a hard time wrapping his head around it.
He shrugged. A lot could change in a few years. Naruto pursed his lips in thought. He had a unique opportunity here. Maybe he could really do something that would make a difference.
The next few days he couldn't get it off his mind and on the third day he told Minato he had some errands to run at lunch. He went to the Uchiha house and knocked on the door. Mikoto answered and invited him in.
"The Hokage has asked that I check up on you every few days to make sure you are recovering well," he lied.
She laughed and unwittingly helped him out. "I'm sure he is a nervous wreck since Kushina's due date in getting closer."
Naruto smiled awkwardly and nodded. He didn't see the children however and finally blushed and blurted, "I wonder if I might…" He scratched his head. "…look at the baby."
She smiled gently. "Of course." She led them to a covered porch. Itachi was hunched over Sasuke talking to him in a hushed voice.
"Itachi is teaching him the secrets of the Uchihas," she whispered, smiling. "I've never seen such a bond between brothers. We've moved Sasuke to Itachi's room because that's the only place he'll sleep."
They watched for several moments and Naruto caught snips of Itachi's monologue. "…and when you're older, we'll…" "…and then I'll teach you…" "…anyone ever hurts you, I'll…"
Then he noticed Naruto and his mother. He stood and came to her side. A genuine smile crossed his face when she pulled him into a hug and rested her cheek on top of his head.
"Itachi-kun."
"Kaka, daisuki." It was clear to Naruto that he loved his mother. He frowned and kept frowning all the way back to the Hokage's office. He had thought that he would see some glimmer of the mass murderer in the young boy, but it just wasn't there.
Again he shrugged, and admitted that it was some years away and that the boy could change.
He started having flashes of himself drowning the boy in the lake or staging some other accident. It made his stomach churn to think about committing cold blooded murder on a six year old child. But then he'd picture Sasuke's monument, the last Uchiha gone, never to be another and he'd make himself think about it more. If he did nothing, Itachi would murder every Uchiha and turn Sasuke into an avenger whose only goals were the death of his brother and then himself. He'd be doing the world a favor, right?
He waffled back and forth as the thought about it. Sasuke himself had planted doubts in Naruto's mind. Remembering their last meeting, Naruto knew that, for reasons unknown to him, his friend had ultimately decided on life, choosing to travel a different road. And honestly, it wasn't Itachi who had killed him. Naruto had to admit that he had more to do with Sasuke's death than Itachi did.
Still, if he could prevent all those other deaths…
Trying to find some resolve, he went back to the Uchiha's every couple of days as promised. While he was there, he watched Itachi. Looking for some portent, some harbinger, he tried engaging the boy in conversation.
"How are you doing at the academy?"
"It is hard work, but satisfying." He didn't sound much like a child.
"I hear you're the top of the entire school." Itachi blushed and ducked his head, saying nothing.
"I understand your father is the proudest parent in all of Konoha," Naruto prompted.
Itachi's head shot up, a look of wonder on his face. "You heard that?"
"Yes," Naruto continued, having expected arrogance and indifference as Itachi's response.
"I…" he floundered. "I am glad," he finally said, looking like he might cry.
Naruto was growing more confused and more uncertain the more he engaged the young Uchiha. He actually liked Itachi, in no small part because the boy worshipped Sasuke.
One night he was lying in bed trying unenthusiastically to think of a way to accomplish Itachi's death when something the toads said came back to him.
"…we would like to warn you about changing pasts that don't belong to you. There are some pasts that can't be changed. You might be able to change some details of an outcome, but the final outcome remains unchanged… …you will be tempted to stop certain events but if you don't understand what truly caused them, if you don't get at the absolute root of the events, you won't change them."
It hadn't meant anything to him at the time, but something about it clicked now. It had occurred to him that, at face value, Itachi murdering his entire clan made no sense. That in itself told Naruto that there was more to the story and explained why he was having so many doubts.
Like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place, a picture started to form. Maybe it was his time in the Hokage's employ, seeing first hand plots, plans, machinations and ugly ambition, but a word entered Naruto's mind; conspiracy.
Uchihas were powerful. There were other groups of power in Konoha; Nara, Hyuuga, Sarutobi. He'd seen his father try to navigate the turbulent, complicated waters of these warring factions, trying to keep peace through diplomacy and occasionally veiled threats.
He'd had a sense at times that there was a tenuous leash on some of Konoha's elite and the slightest shift in vigilance on Minato's part would cause them to break free. He envisioned that the rabid creatures that lurked under a shiny, paper-thin surface were just waiting for certain conditions under which they would be free to reshape the future.
Perhaps Itachi wasn't the one who ultimately wanted the Uchihas dead. Perhaps he was a tool, a pawn.
Ice formed in his stomach and he knew; killing Itachi wouldn't change things. The Uchihas were doomed. Through the lens of this new perspective, he came to suspect that the only reason Sasuke survived the massacre was because it was Itachi. Another assassin would not have spared the seven year old.
He briefly thought about trying to figure out what really happened that day, but quickly discarded the idea. It was impossible to investigate a crime that hadn't happened yet, and possibly hadn't even hatched in anyone's brain at this point in history.
Naruto had only felt this helpless one other time; watching Sasuke sacrifice his life on his behalf. Partially relieved and partially bereft, he went back to the Uchiha's once more, asking to see the children.
He knelt by Sasuke and touched his cheek, his heart bleeding, knowing that this would be the last time he ever saw his friend.
"Goodbye, bastard."
"You called my brother a bastard?"
Naruto flushed. "Uh, yeah. Sorry." Before he could think up a good excuse Itachi spoke again.
"Do you like all babies as much as you like my brother?"
Naruto scratched his head. "I guess not. This one is pretty special."
Itachi nodded in agreement. Naruto turned to him and sat up on his knees, now at eye level with him. "You are a good brother, Itachi," Naruto said quietly. "I've never seen such a good brother."
Itachi seemed surprised and stuttered, "Than…thank you."
Naruto pushed the Itachi's hair back off his cheek, then, overcome with grief for himself, for the condemned Uchiha's, for Sasuke, for Itachi, he impulsively pulled the boy into a hug. "Itachi…" he sighed. He couldn't think of anything else to say and after a moment, got up in a rush and left, never to return.
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