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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER FIVE: “Brand of Kindness”
The heads of the dead men hung from spikes, rows upon rows, hundreds of them, lining the wooden bridge.
In another life they had been samurai, the personal household guards of General Nara Kakashi and Admiral Hyuuga Hiashi. But their lives had ended when their lords’ had. In his rage the Warlord had them all put to death.
Naruto walked between the heads, limping slightly. One of the heads seemed familiar. Through the rotting flesh and the buzzing flies, the boy just barely recognized the old, wrinkled samurai who had been Kakashi’s captain of guards. That day he had begged the boy to intervene with the Warlord to save their lives.
I barely saved my own, yours I could not bother with. It did not matter that the Demon Fox was made of magic smoke. It did not matter that he was a sorcerer. The price for failure is death, that is the law of the Blood Country. It is my master’s law.
A lance of pain shot up Naruto’s side. He stumbled, clutching his ribs, gritting his teeth. The wounds had not fully healed yet, even now, almost a week after the beating. Naruto was just glad to be alive. “You have served me well, Naruto,” his master had told him when the boy woke up afterward. “You will not fail me again, will you, my little slave?” And Naruto had shook his head, no, no, I won’t, I’ll find the Kitsune, I promise, please, I promise.
The boy crossed over the wooden bridge into the Pleasure District. Sin City was not very busy this time of morning; still, the signs of sin were everywhere. Several whores catcalled to Naruto from windowsills, thinking him a samurai. Two geishas in colorful silk kimonos passed by, giggling and laughing and twirling umbrellas. A squid seller hawked his wares to a group of exotic dancers with painted faces.
Was the Demon Fox still here? The boy didn’t know. The ninja had not been sighted since his attack on Hyuuga Hiashi, one week ago. By now he could be in a ship halfway across the Endless Sea. That would be most inconvenient. Somehow, though, Naruto thought the Kitsune had not left the city. No, he’s here, hiding somewhere, I can almost taste it. But where? And as what?
Naruto walked the streets of Sin City slowly, circling from the central Street of Beggars outward to the more seedy establishments on the fringes. He was not sure what he was searching for, what sign or symbol hidden in this nest of criminals was the key to the hunt. It did not help matters when it began to rain. The misty spring rain pattered on the dusty streets, turning them into a slosh of mud. Naruto cursed his luck, and dodged under the hanging roofs. His left leg ached, and every so often he had to stop to catch his breath.
On one of these stops the boy noticed the name of a brothel next to him. The sign was painted in large red characters: “HOUSE OF BROTHERLY LOVE.” It was the whorehouse of the slave Naruto had met a few weeks ago, on the roof of Shinjukame Temple.
How droll, the boy thought. I search for the Kitsune, and fate sends me a whore instead. He turned to go, but then stopped. He could not get much done wandering around in the rain, and besides, this was the same area where his fight with the Kitsune had taken place. Perhaps he could question some of the whores, ask if they had seen something. It could not hurt.
Naruto went inside.
The brothel was a ramshackle building, dirty and poorly lit. The finest erotic establishment this side of Sawara, indeed. Several young male slaves in robes of thin linen lounged around the common room; they looked about as cheap as their clothes.
A thin man with a pockmarked face and black eyes like slits sat behind a counter. He rose when he saw the slaveboy, grinning broadly. He actually took a little bow. “Greetings, my friend. I welcome you to the House of Brotherly Love. I have the honor to be Momochi Zabuza.”
Where’s the honor in that? The only good thing to be said about a pimp was that at least they were not whores.
Naruto had to be polite, though. He bowed. “Zabuza-dono, I am Naruto, slaveboy of the Warlord Itachi.”
“Ah. And what can I do for you? Perhaps you would like to peruse my specimens of Love? Care to take a look, friend?”
“He’s lookin’ for the Demon Fox, Master,” a voice piped up.
Naruto knew the voice. He turned. The other boy was on the top of the steps leading to the second floor, shirtless and barefoot, a grin on his face. Sasuke. For a moment Naruto’s tongue tied in knots, and he could not speak. But then he said, “And what would you know about that, whore?”
“More than you. I’ll tell, but it’s gonna cost ya somethin’ pretty.” The boy turned to Zabuza. “Master, let him up. I know what he wants.”
Zabuza grinned, spreading his hands. “Of course, anything for my friend.” He must think I’m rich.
Naruto bowed again. “Thank you, Zabuza-dono.”
Naruto followed Sasuke up a flight of stairs, then down a long hall to a small, cramped room. There was nothing in the room but a padded quilt thrown on the wooden floorboards, a large trunk, and a small table with a washpan. The stench of semen and sweat flooded the air. Sasuke slid the door closed behind them. With one hand he fingered back his black hair, and Naruto saw the slaveseal branded on his forehead. “I told ya we’d see each other again,” he said.
“I’m pleased your memory works so well.”
“Thanks.” Sasuke seemed to stare into Naruto’s eyes. “I like you, ya’know. I dunno why, but I do.”
Naruto could not help but stare back. The other boy was wearing nothing but a loincloth, not even a robe. His body was slim as a sword, his skin as smooth and white as the moon. A tangle of scruffy hair, dark as a raven’s feathers, shaded his glittering green eyes, like shadows against the leaves of summer. Those eyes… suddenly they seemed familiar, somehow, as if Naruto had seen them somewhere else, not on Shinjukame Temple but more recently. He could not place it. “Tell me what you know of the Demon Fox,” he said.
Sasuke smiled. “I saw you two fighting. That night, on the rooftops.”
“You did?”
“Lotsa people could’ve seen it, if they’d bothered. Ya’ were running all around Sin City, trying to hack each other apart with swords. Nobody ever looks up though.” Sasuke shrugged. “I saw the Kitsune get away, too.”
Naruto tensed at that. Could this whore actually know what I want? “Where did he go? You must tell me. You will be greatly rewarded, I promise you.”
“Yeah? Wha’do I get?”
“If you speak the truth, the Warlord will grant you whatever you desire. You can be a lord, with a palace in the high city, with your own slaves.” Well, maybe not the lord part. Or the palace. Or the slaves. What’s a little lie in a good cause?
Sasuke giggled. “Okay. And what happens to him?”
“Who?”
“The Demon Fox, dummy. What’re ya gonna do to him, if I tell you?”
“Less than he deserves for his crimes.”
“Crimes? That depends on where ya are. Look around you, Naruto. You ain’t in the high city no more. It’s all slaves and commoners here. They can’t care less bout no dead Admiral, and the ones who could be bothered might give the Kitsune a hero’s salute if they had the chance. Hey now, don’t get so frowny like that. You’re pouting. I said I’d tell ya, right? Well… after the fight, I saw the Kitsune run north. He passed right over the roof over there, and then he was runnin’ east. And he just kept on runnin’, like really fast. I think he was headin’ for the Godswood.”
The Godswood was the Warlord’s private hunting grounds, on the outskirts of Sawara near Sin City. A good hiding place, sparsely guarded, easy to get in and out of. It made sense. “You must show me the precise location,” Naruto said. “At once.”
“Well… okay. But later. I didn’t bring ya up here just to talk, ya’know.” The boy’s smile was by turns shy, insolent, and wicked. His cheeks dimpled. “I told you, I like you.”
“Is that another proposition, whore?” Naruto smirked. “I fear I must decline, I quite prefer to be free of venereal disease. You shall have payment enough, I promise. Enough coin to pay over your last thousand fucks.”
Suddenly Sasuke seemed angry. He turned away, then whirled back, raven hair flying, eyes flashing. “Is that who you think you are? You acting all so stuffy and serious. Like you’re better somehow. You’re a slaveboy, same as me.”
“You’re a whore, not a slaveboy.”
“All slaves are whores in their master’s eyes. It’s just I spread my legs on a cheap rug, and you do it under silk sheets. We both get fucked the same. Or shall I call you m’lord slave? Naruto-dono? Would your master like that?”
The whore speaks treason. For some reason Naruto was getting angry, too. “Enough. Yes, we are slaves. We are our master’s tools. But we are not the same. I am my master’s perfect weapon, I am with him always, I am his right arm. And you, you’re nothing, you’re just a worthless whore, nobody cares about you or if you live or die. We’re nothing alike!”
The other boy laughed. “No, maybe not. You’re such a good little slave. So damn loyal. That scar on ya’ forehead ain’t a brand of evil, for you. It ain’t. It’s a brand of kindness. I never met anybody like that. Ya’know… I think, maybe… that’s why I like you…”
Sasuke stepped toward Naruto. He reached out to wrap his arms around the other boy’s waist… and Naruto drew back. But as he did so he gasped in pain, wincing, and had to put a hand on the table to keep from falling. Shit. Not now.
Sasuke’s green eyes widened. “You’re hurt,” he said simply. “Show me.”
“Stop,” Naruto gasped. “Get away.”
“Show me,” Sasuke said again, insistent. He moved to pull down Naruto’s robe, but Naruto stumbled back again, toward the door.
“Naruto!” Sasuke said. “Come on, I know ya’re hurt. I have medicine. I can help you… please…”
He moved to touch Naruto a third time and this time Naruto let him. Sasuke’s fingers were gentle as he slowly slid Naruto’s robe down to the waist, baring the slaveboy’s chest and back.
When he saw the bruises Sasuke’s eyes grew wide as full moons. “Wow! Even I never got beat so bad.”
“How distressing.”
Sasuke reached out a trembling hand to touch the ugly black-blue bruises on Naruto’s body. To Naruto’s surprise, he saw that the other boy’s eyes were filled with tears. “Did the Warlord do this to you?” he whispered. “He beat you because you didn’t protect that stupid old Admiral, didn’t he? Because he wanted to punish you? So he beat you?”
“He seldom beats me to improve my health.”
“That’s not funny.” Sasuke dug around in his trunk for some cream ointment. “Come on, sit. This’ll make ya feel better.”
Naruto sat, kneeling on his legs. Sasuke kneeled down with him and gently rubbed the cream on the bruises with soft, sure fingers. It felt good. “Silly,” Sasuke said. “You’re not gonna try to fight the Kitsune with wounds like that, are ya? Best wait ‘til ya’re healed before I take you to the Godswood.” He finished in silence and then turned his head away.
They didn’t speak for a while. Then Naruto said, “I never met anyone like you either.”
“And ya’ don’t even know me yet.” Sasuke smiled at him, a flash of bright white teeth. The tip of his tongue ran across his lower lip like a shy pink animal.
Then somehow the other boy’s arms were around his neck, his face close enough Naruto could see his own reflection in those gleaming jade eyes. He could feel the boy’s sweet breath, smell his dark oiled fragrance. Naruto didn’t move away. No, no, what am I doing? I can’t—
“Sasuke—” Naruto started.
Sasuke leaned forward and their mouths met. A light touch on the lips, at first, but then deeper, then their lips pressed tight and Naruto shut his eyes and they threw themselves against each other, pressing, sucking, and their lips parted and warm wet tongues met and danced, twisting, sliding, and Naruto’s hands clutched at the other boy’s head, digging into his soft scruffy hair, and the kiss seemed to last forever, and Naruto’s cock was hard and stiff as iron, and Sasuke’s mouth was hot and burning and it tasted like the summer wind…
“No,” Naruto gasped. He pushed the other boy back. “No… I can’t.” He panted, his face all flushed red, his glittering blue eyes dilated like saucers. “Stop. No.”
Sasuke was flushed, too. The clear outline of an erect penis poked up through the fabric of his loincloth. “What’s the rush?” he whispered. “Don’t leave me now, Naruto.” He leaned in for another kiss, but this time the boy scrambled back, standing up.
“No,” Naruto said. “No. I can’t. I must go.” He stumbled for the door.
The raven-haired boy knelt on the floor and watched him go. “Till next time, then.”
Next: CHAPTER SIX: “Just One Last Thing”
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