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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
Feedback: Feedback is always welcome!
Itachi: Where'd she go now?
Sasuke: -Shrugs- I saw her earlier mumbling something about crack babies.
Itachi: Crack babies? What the hell are crack babies?
Shikamaru: Troublesome. Crack baby is a pejorative term for a child born to a mother who used crack cocaine during her pregnancy.
Itachi: That doesn't explain much.
Dream: It would if you knew what I was talking about.
Itachi: Are you going to explain?
Dream: No because it'll turn into a rant and then you'll get mad at me like Mai does because I won't shut up about it until it's out of my system.
Itachi: Is bottling it up the wisest decision though?
Dream: No. But I don't want to annoy anyone with my ranting right now.
Sasuke: Just tell us.
Dream: You really want to know?
Naruto: Yes!
Dream: Well fuck you cause I ain't telling. It'll turn into some page long thing. It ain't happening. -Walks away from them-
Itachi: -Stares after her- I think she's mad.
Shikamaru: Troublesome idiots. -Leaves-
Sasuke: Well she's obviously not coming back. So here's the warning and disclaimer.
Naruto: And the chapter. Enjoy!
Saki: I originally saw someone use otokasan in another fic and I was like.. awe that's cute. xD Shh my mind is weird. So I figured why not? Especially since I couldn't think of what else for Taro to call Naruto other than momma and that just didn't seem right to me at all. Basically it's just a mesh of otosan and okasan squished into one word. Still confused? No? Good. x3
noezel7: If you'll recall I did mention an encounter between Itachi, Kisame, Yukiko, and Naruto back in chapter two where ol' shark boy and mister I've-got-a-stick-shoved-up-my-ass were trying to take Naruto again. The end result of it was Yukiko managed to piss of Itachi and at the same time get herself and Naruto away without getting hurt.
Warnings:
Disclaimer: Don't own it. The only things I own are the characters and places I create myself.
Chapter 5
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Taro looked up at Yukiko as they left the Uchiha to mull over what they had talked about. Yukiko had thought about it, but she didn't give the Uchiha any more suggestions. She had told him that for the most part, he was on his own from here on out. She would get Naruto out of the house, but the rest was up to him. It wouldn't matter if she tried to help, really. It was up to them. She could only hope that whatever the Uchiha did, would help the blond. She wanted them to be together again. She wanted Naruto to be happy again. Not the closed off empty shell he had become.
“Obasan?” Taro said, trying to get her attention.
“What is it?” she replied, looking down at the child in her arms.
“Um,” he paused. “Is it really okay to do this?”
“You want him to be happy right?”
“Yeah. Of course I do. Otokasan deserves to be happy.”
Yukiko smiled and nodded. “Well, the only one that can make him happy again is your otosan. He's the only one that bring him back out into the world.”
“Oh,” he replied, looking away from her. “But what will happen if it doesn't work?”
“I don't want you to think about it. I want you to believe that he can help him. I'd love to be able to see the old Naruto. I never had the chance to meet him. Wouldn't you rather see him happy and smiling?”
“Yeah!” he replied quickly. “I want him to be happy again. I want to see him smile.”
Yukiko hugged him to her. “Then understand that the only one that can do this is Sasuke. He's the only that can get him to smile again. Understand?”
“I guess so. But I don't like it.”
“I know you don't. But it's the only way.”
Taro sighed and leaned into her. “Where we going now?” he asked with a small yawn.
“Food?”
“Yeah!” he said excitedly.
Yukiko smiled and ruffled his hair. Children really did have a one track mind. She'd successfully derailed his thoughts about Sasuke and Naruto with the offer of food.
“And what would you like today, hm?”
“Ramen,” he said almost immediately. So much like his beloved otokasan, he had an unhealthy obsession for ramen. The occasional meal of ramen was ok, but not every day.
“Let's try something else. Obasan isn't sure she wants ramen today.”
Taro looked up at her pleadingly. “Please?”
“Uh uh,” she replied, doing her best to not look at the look of utter rejection on his face. She wasn't going to let herself fall for it today. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Taro sighed. “Ok,” he grumbled, dropping the look.
Yukiko laughed softly and shook her head slightly at his reaction.
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“Naruto?” the voice said softly, peering into the darkened room. Very little light was making its way through the closed curtains on the wall opposite the door. Naruto clearly wanted to be alone, but the brown haired chunin was worried.
When he didn't receive a response, he pushed the door open a little more and stepped in, leaving the door ajar behind him. He slowly approached the bed, eyes on the roundish lump in the middle of it.
“Naruto-kun are you awake?” No movement was the response to the obviously stupid question.
Iruka sighed inwardly and stood next to the bed, leaning forward slightly, reaching a hand towards the lump. His hand settled on what felt like his side, and the blond's body tensed
“Naruto come on. You can't stay in here forever.”
Naruto didn't move or respond in any way. Iruka turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing Naruto's side through the blankets. He could feel Naruto's body relax, and then shiver slightly. Ever so slowly, the top of the blankets were pushed back, revealing the tips of messy blond hair. Iruka turned his head and looked at Naruto as the blanket was pushed back from his face, blue eyes taking in the scarred man beside him.
The chunin removed his hand and Naruto stretched his body out, turning onto his back. He turned his head and stared at Iruka, willing the man to do something. Anything. Iruka stared at him for a moment before turning his body and grabbing the blanket, ripping it back before he grabbed the blond's now exposed arms and pulled him up into a tight hug.
Naruto sat there with the older mans arms around him, staring at the far wall before tentatively wrapping his arms around the man. He buried his face against his shoulder and closed his eyes, willing un-shedable tears to break through his walls and fall from his eyes. But they never came. His carefully erected walls would not break that easily. He knew this, and yet for some stupid reason he had tried. He didn't understand.
The blond settled for leaning into the man, his body limp against the others. He could feel gentle fingers running through his hair, another hand gently rubbing circles on his back. He sighed with what could be taken for content.
“Naruto,” Iruka said softly. “Are you hungry?”
Naruto hesitated before responding with a slight nod against Iruka's shoulder. Iruka smiled to himself before releasing the blond.
“Go take a shower, and I'll get you something to eat alright?”
Naruto nodded again and watched as Iruka pulled away completely, rising from the bed and turning to the door. He smiled at Naruto over his shoulder before he left.
He was confused to say the least. Why had he wanted to cry so easily when he knew he shouldn't? He didn't want anyone to think he was weak. He couldn't bear that if they thought he was weak. It would hurt him. He couldn't let himself show those emotions that people could take advantage of. He wouldn't let it happen again. He promised himself that.
Moving slowly, he did as Iruka had said. He hadn't showered in about three days or so anyways. He needed it.
His feet hit the cold floor and he shivered slightly from the contact before sliding himself forward to the edge of the bed and pushed himself up, swaying slightly as he found his balance. Not moving from the bed for three days had certainly been a bad idea. Seeing Sasuke that day had done something to him that he didn't quite understand. It was strange, and he didn't like it. It was like just seeing him was breaking down his walls. He couldn't let that happen.
If his walls fell, he would most certainly break and fall to pieces. And he wouldn't be able to handle it if they did. He would steel himself against Sasuke. He may still love the Uchiha, but he wasn't going to let himself be hurt by him again.
He let his clothes fall unceremoniously to the floor as he stripped on his way to the bathroom attached to his room. He closed the door gently behind him, eyes locating the pile of towels on one side of the counter with a sink on the other side. He let a hand glide over the smooth cultured marble surface. He liked the color Yukiko had chosen. She said it was called Black White Onyx, but it didn't matter what it was called. He liked the pattern, and he liked the dark color. He pulled his hand away and approached the shower.
He stepped over the lip of the tub and into the path, sliding the glass door closed as he did. One hand brushed against a wall as his other moved moved to turn the handles, water pouring out of the faucet beneath the shower head. He adjusted the temperature to what he wanted and pushed the protruding piece of metal on the faucet, stopping its flow and rerouting it to the shower head above him. He tensed slightly as the water burst from it and poured down over his body, wetting him.
He sighed and scratched his head, standing under the water as it poured over him. A few minutes passed before he set to cleaning himself, reaching down grabbing a bar of soap sitting in a rectangular dish on one corner of the tub. He wet the soap and began rubbing it over his body, using his other hand to create a slight foam, scrubbing his fingers against his skin to clean himself. He cleaned every part of him he could reach, straining his arms to get that one post on his back he usually couldn't quite reach.
He stood under the water again, dropping the bar back into the dish and reaching for another corner and grabbing the bottle of shampoo. As he poured the liquid into his hand and set the bottle back down, his thoughts drifted subconsciously to Sasuke, his hands massaging the thick liquid into his hair and onto his scalp.
He couldn't help himself as he thought about the brunet. He couldn't let himself, but something in him had wanted to forgive him that day. Seeing him fall so ungraciously to his knees as their son screamed his hatred for the man and hit him. He hated feeling this way, but the feeling was there and it would not abate. It refused to go away and leave him be in all his misery.
He sighed softly as he rinsed the shampoo out and grabbed the bottle of conditioner, repeating the same process as the shampoo. Massaging it into his hair and scalp before rinsing it out.
He let the water pour down him for a few more minutes before shutting it off and sliding the door open, stepping out and reaching for a towel to wrap around his trim waist. Despite his lack of training, he had maintained a well built muscular body. He ran a hand over his muscled chest before grabbing a smaller towel to dry his hair with. He pulled open the bathroom door and draped the cloth over his head, feeling small droplets of water slide from his hair onto his back.
He lifted his head when someone knocked on the door, Iruka's voice coming from the other side of his bedroom door.
“Lunch is ready when you are.” Knowing he wouldn't get a response, Iruka left him to dress.
Naruto left the room after a few moments, wearing a pair of dark blue loose fitting pants, a plain white shirt with short sleeves, and a pair of white socks. He didn't like walking around barefoot. He shuffled across the hallway to the smooth wooden stairs and headed down to the first floor. He could hear Iruka moving around in a room towards the back of the house and went to join him in the kitchen. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as the brown haired chunin finished setting things on the small square table pushed to one side in the room.
Iruka glanced up and smiled as Naruto moved towards the table, pulling a chair out and sitting down. He pulled a plate towards him and piled some of the warmed up food onto it. He knew Yukiko had probably made this beforehand and cooked it to make it easier for Iruka and not force him to cook anything for them.
He stared at the food for a few moments before reaching for the pair of chopsticks Iruka was handing him. He nodded his thanks and snapped them part, staring at the food again before slowly starting to eat.
Iruka watched the blond for a moment before sitting down in the chair opposite him, piling food onto his own plate. He glanced at Naruto as he broke his own chopsticks apart before digging into the delicious smelling food. It wasn't something he'd ever had before, but it was delicious. Yukiko was a great cook.
A few moments later, Naruto set his chopsticks down on the plate, no longer feeling hungry. He had been thinking about Sasuke. He didn't know why, but he had. He'd been thinking more and more about the Uchiha these past three days. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to think about him, but he still did. He sighed inwardly as he scooted his chair back, making a gesture to excuse himself.
Iruka nodded and watched as the blond left the room. He finished his meal and cleaned up. Returning the leftover food to the refrigerator and setting the dishes in the sink. He'd wash them later.
He found Naruto in the sitting room, lying on the couch Naruto had first sat on upon entering the house about five days ago. He stood behind it and watched as the blond clenched and unclenched on of his hands. The man sighed and ran a hand through his hair before moving around to the other side, sitting in the open space next to his head.
He watched as Naruto inched forward and lay his head on the chunin's lap. Iruka smiled warmly at him and gently ran his fingers through the still damp hair. He wondered what the blond was thinking about as he lay there.
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“Hey, Taro-chan,” Yukiko said, holding the child's hand as they walked slowly down the street.
“Huh? What is it obasan?” he asked as they stopped and the woman knelt down in front of him.
“Can you do something for me?”
“What is it you want me to do?”
“Stop calling Naruto otokasan.”
“Huh? Why?”
Yukiko smiled. “Call him chichiue.”
“I don't get it.”
Yukiko laughed.
“What? I like calling him otokasan!”
“I know you do honey. But it's better if you call him chichiue. Even though he is the one who gave birth to you, in all sense of the word, he is still essentially male. It's just a little strange for you to call him otokasan. Chichiue will fit him better. Don't you think?”
“Well,” Taro paused, thinking about it. “I guess so. Do you think he'll mind?”
“No way. As long as you love him it won't matter what you call him. Right?”
“Yeah!” Taro said enthusiastically. He'd call Naruto chichiue instead of otokasan. It had been his first word after all. He smiled to himself as he looked up at the dark haired woman.
Yukiko smiled and stood back up, lifting him up with her as she did. She settled him against her hip and looked at him.
“Well then. What shall we do now? Chichiue's spending time with a very good person who cares for him as much as we do. And it's important they spend some time alone so we can't go back home yet.”
“Can we go see baa-chan? I like her.”
Yukiko laughed at the name. “Sure thing honey. She'll be happy to see you too.”
“Yay!” he said gleefully, holding tightly to the woman as she took to the rooftops and headed towards the Hokage Tower.
Yukiko grimaced as she noticed a few familiar chakra signatures trailing behind her. She identified them as belonging to Naruto's so-called 'friends.' she couldn't help it. She didn't like them. They hadn't done a damn thing to help the blond when he needed them most. Why should she show them any mercy?
She dismissed them as the tower came within range for her to drop to the ground and walked towards the building. She nodded to the shinobi standing outside as she approached them and then passed them as she entered the building, turning and walking up the stairs. She didn't acknowledge the people that passed her as they headed up to the Hokage's office.
Taro was leaning back in her arms looking around him. There wasn't much to see really, but he didn't care.
Yukiko stopped outside the doors and looked at the two ANBU standing guard outside.
“Hokage-sama is busy at the moment,” one of them said.
Yukiko nodded in understanding but remained where she was. She could wait.
“Good afternoon, Yukiko-san!” a dark haired young woman said as she approached them.
“Good afternoon, Shizune-san,” she replied, smiling at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Taro wanted to see Tsunade-sama.”
“Ah. Well she said you could go right in whenever you decided to come.”
“Oh alright.” The two women looked at the ANBU and they obediently pushed the doors open.
Yukiko set Taro down and laughed as he ran inside, weaving around and through the legs of the shinobi inside the room to get to the blond woman sitting behind the desk. They heard an audible 'Oof' as Taro jumped onto her lap. Yukiko and Shizune exchanged grins as they entered the room, the doors closing behind them.
“Taro mind your manners,” Yukiko said, moving around them and sitting on the sill of the open window. She turned sideways and watched the clouds, half-listening to what the Hokage was saying.
“As I was saying,” Tsunade said, shifting the child in her lap to a more comfortable position. “You'll leave tomorrow at nine am for your missions. I expect a report back on all of your findings. Understood?”
“Hai, Hokage-sama!” the group chorused. A few looked curiously at the woman and child that had entered the room before they all turned and left. They didn't question it.
“So what brings you here today?” Tsunade asked, looking towards the woman sitting at the window.
“Ah. Can't go back home yet.”
“Why?”
“Naruto is spending time with Iruka-san. I have a feeling he'll need to depend on that man a lot once I have to leave.”
Tsunade nodded in understanding. “When are you leaving?”
“Next Wednesday.”
“So soon?”
Yukiko shrugged. “I don't have much choice. They need me back as soon as possible. I wish I could stay,but you know how it is now. We've still got some rebels to find.”
Tsunade nodded again. She'd never been faced with civil war, but she could understand how hard it must be to fight against your own people.
“It's mainly a few of the leaders, but we're hoping to end it all soon. We'll be reforming a lot of our policies concerning the civilians. They tried to revolt because some of the laws just aren't fair, and I whole-heartedly agree with them. So we'll do our best to change everything and make their lives better. I can't imagine how they must feel about it all.”
Tsunade nodded. “When do you think you can return?”
“If I had to guess? Six months at the least.”
“Why so long?”
“If you knew what the laws that need changing are, you'd know why. Plus we have to find out what it is they want. I know we can't give them everything, but we'll have to make some compromises. Leaders never know what's entirely best for their village's citizens. We think we do, but really, we don't. It's like parents with their children. We parents think we know what's best for them, but in the end we only end up hurting them and making things worse. And then what happens? You get a damned rebellion. Kami-sama I hate politics,” she muttered with a slight shrug.
Tsunade simply laughed.
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Dream: There ya go kids.
Itachi: Took you long enough.
Dream: Fuck you bitch. I had writer's block sure me.
Itachi: You don't have anything for me to take.
Dream: Yeah I know. Well anyways. I'm done. Please review. Especially you fanfiction dot net people. It's nice that you add the story to your alerts and all, but please review. I need them.
Itachi: It's like her life force or something.
Sasuke: I thought it was mud.
Itachi: -Ponders for a moment- That to.
Sasuke: I think she's dead now.
Itachi: Not quite. She went to her school to do something.
Sasuke: Oh. Ok then.
Itachi: So yeah. Please review people. It'll make her feel better.
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