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The Blessed Realm	By : susanna Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter
Fifty-Seven: No need for comfort

Naruto
had entered just in time to see the man's hands on Sasuke's
shoulders. He stood in the doorway, watching Sasuke who in his turn
was following the man with his eyes. He only noticed Naruto when he
was standing next to him, now his hands around Sasuke's shoulders. He
took Naruto's hands and laid them on his chest, accepting his claim.
He did not have to look at Naruto to know his expression, and if he
had not guessed it by himself, the man's reaction would have been a
sufficient clue.

“I
was just comforting him”, he said, somewhat nervous. “He
told me that his family got murdered. I don't have any other
intentions.”

Naruto
caressed Sasuke's hands that were still pressing his own against
Sasuke's chest. “You don't need to comfort him”, he said.
“I do it.”

Sasuke
was annoyed at both of them. He did not like being comforted as it
made him feel weak. Still he was aware that Naruto had comforted him
more than once during their stay in Music Town and that Naruto's
presence had helped him to stay away from the abyss, just as
reminding himself that he was in Music Town helped to stay away. If
only he did not have a bad conscience towards his parents, still
failing to avenge them.

“Anyway,
why did you tell a stranger about this?” Naruto asked.

“I've
told you too”, Sasuke replied.

He
felt Naruto freeze and realized that he had hurt him. He held his
hands firmly in his grip.

“Won't
you sit down and have a cup of coffee too?” the man asked.

Grudgingly
Naruto accepted, but he did not let go off Sasuke. The man bought a
third cup and refilled the milk jug as Naruto preferred his coffee
with a lot of milk.

“He
told me some weeks ago that his parents were dead”, he said
when he had returned to the boys at the table. “Now he told me
that they were murdered. It's nothing to be ashamed of, is it?”

“No,
it isn't”, Naruto admitted. He could not put into words why he
had issues with Sasuke telling the man about his family but he knew
that he didn't like it.

“We
support each other in the gay community”, the man said. “A
lot of us are without family, not because they are dead, but because
they turned out their kids when they learnt that they were gay. We
have to stand in for each other. Now it's got better for the locals
but there are still lots of people from other places who've left
their families behind. - What about you, by the way? Do you need any
help reestablishing contact with them? We have quite a bit of
experience talking to parents and explaining to them that there's
nothing wrong with being gay. Normally they are relieved to have
their sons back.”

Sasuke
got nervous, but he was also glad that the discussion was no longer
about him.

“My
parents would not have minded”, Naruto said. “They would
have been happy for me that I have found someone I love and who loves
me back.”

The
man looked irritated. “So your parents are dead too?” he
asked. Naruto nodded silently. The man turned his eyes from him to
Sasuke and back to Naruto again: He must think it a weird
coincidence, Sasuke thought.

“But
they weren't murdered”, the man said.

“No”,
Naruto answered. “My father, the fourth Hokage of Konoha, died
when he fought and defeated the kyuubi.”

Sasuke
was speechless. The man did not answer immediately either, but this
was because he was doing some calculations, using his fingers and
silently mumbling some numbers.

“I've
read about it”, he said. “It was one of the first
political events I took notice of. You must have been very young
then.”

“It
was a few days after my birth”, Naruto said.

Again
there was a silence of a few seconds. “So you've never known
him”, the man said. “It must have been hard for you to
grow up without your father.”

He
refilled Sasuke's and his own cup, but even with this the coffee pot
was not empty. He reached out to touch Naruto's hands, but this was
not possible as Sasuke still held both of them.

“I
am sorry to hear it”, he said.

“I
don't need to be comforted”, Naruto replied. “I am the
son of the Yondaime. I can deal with it.”

The
man looked irritated. “Why should being the son of the Yondaime
mean that you don't need to be comforted?”

It
took Naruto some seconds to come up with an answer. “He
sacrificed himself to save Konoha. I'm proud of him. I don't need any
comfort.”

He
had withdrawn his hands from Sasuke now. Sasuke longed to reach out
to Naruto in his turn, but he didn't dare.

“What
about your mother?” the man asked. “Did she die during
the kyuubi's attack too?”

This
time Naruto took even longer to answer. “I don't know”,
he said. “But she died very early too.”

“You
don't remember her?”

Naruto
shook his head.

“And
no one talked to you about her? Like how she looked and how she was
or how and when she died?”

Again
Naruto shook his head. Sasuke felt the abyss again: In the man's
face, in Naruto's inability to speak. It was there, but it was not
drawing him in, threatening to devour him. It did not long for him,
Sasuke, personally: It just existed in the world, a source of
nameless suffering.

We
are in Music Town, he thought. In Music Town we are safe. He wondered
whether Naruto and the man knew about the abyss too. He himself had
never before felt it in connection to another person.

“But
she loved me”, Naruto said. “I don't have any conscious
memories of her but she definitely loved me.”

“I
don't doubt it”, the man said. “I Just wonder why the
people who raised you didn't tell you about her. Who were they
anyway? Some relatives?”

“I
lived in one of Konoha's orphanages until I was six”, Naruto
explained. “then I entered the ninja academy and was considered
old enough to care for myself.”

Sasuke
saw the shock on the man's face. Naruto obviously saw it too.

“I
know, people here consider children of twelve too young to care for
themselves”, he said. “But in Konoha, standards are
different. We are considered grown-up from the moment we graduate
from the academy.”

“And
when is this normally?”

“When
you're twelve”, Naruto answered.

“There's
also prodigies who graduate when they are six or seven”, Sasuke
added.

“You
mean children who happen to be gifted at ninja arts are trained to be
fighting-machines and then treated as adults, regardless of their
moral or emotional development?”

Sasuke
thought of the kids he and Naruto were teaching.

“Are
they sent to war too?” the man continued.

“Sure
they are”, Naruto said.

“At
an age when they aren't yet able to decide whether fighting and
killing is justified or not?”

“We fight to
protect our friends”, Naruto said. “You don't have to be
particularly wise or grown-up for this.”

It
had not been that easy for Itachi, Sasuke thought, but he did not
mention it as he saw that Naruto was in an agitated state as always
when Konoha was criticized. The man also understood that he should
not push the issue any further.

“Did
you not have any relatives who might have taken you in?” he
returned to his previous subject. “Or some friends of your
parents?”

“Jiraiya
accepted me as his student”, Naruto said. “But this was
only after I graduated from the academy. He would not have been fit
to raise a small child anyway, so I don't mind.”

“Jiraiya?”
the man asked. “Not the Jiraiya who wrote the Icha-Icha
series?”

“Yes,
that's the one. What's wrong with Icha-Icha?”

“It's
rather boring.”

“Well,
yes, it is”, Naruto admitted.

“And
it's cheesy. Men are always perfect and even if they're a bit rough
it's just to show that they're real men, and if they are pressing the
woman to have sex it's just because they know her real desire. Women
are kind and gentle, and even if they're too weak to fight they are
ready to sacrifice their life for the man they love. You read the
first pages and you know who's going to end up with whom.”

“Well,
yes, it's true”, Naruto admitted again.

“And
then it's all straight. The sex scenes simply don't do anything for
me.”

Naruto
thought that the same was true for him, but he did not say it aloud.

“What
would he have said if he had known that you had turned out gay?”
the man asked.

Naruto
thought about it for a few seconds before he answered. “He
never thought it a good idea that I remained true to Sasuke even
before we became lovers”, he said. “He said I was a fool
that I continued to believe in him. But now I proved him wrong: I
managed to save my friend.”

The
man looked confused, and Sasuke felt annoyed. He would have to talk
to Naruto about his interpretation of their relationship, and also
about how he discussed it in front of strangers.

He
was busy getting accustomed to the idea that Naruto was the son of
the Yondaime. He had always thought of him as one of the nameless war
orphans that had been stranded in Konoha, given some random family
name as no one knew about his real family. He had liked him all the
same, and later he had learnt to appreciate him as a friend and
teammate, and been happy for him when he had grown stronger and more
confident, but he had also liked to think of his, the Uchiha's
glamour rubbing off on Naruto as he accepted him as a friend. He
would have to get accustomed to the idea that Naruto did not need any
of his glamour.

The
Yondaime had always been Naruto's idol and role model, he thought,
both for defeating the kyuubi and for sacrificing himself for the
sake of the village. Naruto must have been glad to discover that he
was his son. Sasuke was happy for his sake, but the Yondaime's
sacrifice reminded him of Itachi's, and he simply could not bring
himself to admire a person who had saved the village he, Sasuke,
hated, even sacrificing his life for them, even though rationally he
knew that the Yondaime's sacrifice was very different from Itachi's:
Not only had he not been manipulated into it but also he had not
sacificed anyone else.

“Naruto”,
he said, “do you mean that the Yondaime, who sealed the kyuubi
into you, was your father?”

“Yes,
sure, why not?”

“You
mean that the Yondaime sealed the kyuubi into his own child?”

“Yes.
Would it have been preferable if he had sealed it into a random
orphan?”

Sasuke
did not have any answer to this. The man from Music Town however had.

“It
would have been preferable if it had not been sealed into any infant
at all”, he said. “I mean, it's pretty risky, and a
pretty severe intervention into a person's life. Everything you do
and everything you become will be influenced by the fact that you're
a jinchuuriki.”

“I
am still myself”, Naruto said.

“Sure
you are. Still, with the kyuubi inside you it was impossible for you
to grow up as a normal child. Your fate was predetermined when you
were only a few days old: You'd be the jinchuuriki, your village's
ultimate weapon.”

“I
don't mind being the junchuuriki. Protecting my village has always
been my first priority, and it still is, even if now I have to
protect it against Danzou, who is destroying it from within.”

The
man looked confused. “You don't plan to use the kyuubi against
Danzou, do you?” he, and contrary to Sasuke Naruto did not
refute the idea immediately.

“No,
I won't”, he finally said. “I can't yet completely
control it, so it would be too risky. The Yondaime, my father, meant
for me to control it. He knew I would manage. Otherwise he would not
have sealed the kyuubi into me.”

“The
Yondaime knew you would be able to control the kyuubi? Did you not
tell me that you were only a few days old when the kyuubi got sealed
into you?”

“Yes,
that's true. Why is this important?”

“How
could he tell that one day you would be able to control the kyuubi if
you were only a few days old?”

“Why
not?”

“Have
you ever seen a child of a few days? They're all tiny, and it's not
possible at all to tell what will become of them.”

“With
me it was: Ninja can sense their children's talents.”

It
was not true, Sasuke thought. For a long time no one would have
believed Naruto to be a gifted ninja.

The
man took out his purse and began to search it. After some time he
produced several photos.

“That's
my nephew”, he said. “That's how children of that age
look like.”

One
photo showed the little boy sleeping in his mother's arms, the other
in the arms of his uncle, gripping his finger. Not much was visible,
just a face between a lot of clothes and a very tiny hand, complete
with even tinier fingernails, the fingers barely long enough to go
around the man's index finger.

“Is
he not cute?”

Sasuke
thought he wasn't. His eyes were pressed together, his face was red
and crumpled and he had no hair.

“And
look how firm his grip is. And here” - he produced another
photo that only showed the kid's face - “is he not all
attentive as if he understands everything that's being said?”

Sasuke
just hoped that the Yondaime had been more rational about Naruto than
this man was about his nephew.

“He'll
certainly be a fine lad”, he said, realizing he had to say
something polite. He remembered that he planned to have some kids of
his own: his kids would be cute from the first moment. He'd have to
discuss it with Naruto. He passed him the photos, wondering what he
would think about the little boy, but Naruto did not say anything.

“How
is it possible to seal a monster in such a tiny child?” the man
asked.

“I'm
not a monster”, Naruto said. “And I don't mind having the
kyuubi within me. I'm the son of the Yondaime. I can deal with it.”

He
was all shut off now, Sasuke realized. He regretted that he had
brought up the question how the Yondaime could have sealed the kyuubi
into his own child. “Don't worry”, he said, taking
Naruto's hand. “I'll help you with the kyuubi. It won't get out
of control.”

“I'll
manage”, Naruto answered, withdrawing his hand. “Let's
find us a new movie. One with a happy ending.”

There
was a silence of a few seconds. Neither of them was able to return to
normal immediately, as Naruto would have wanted.

“And
a movie without any stupid women”, Sasuke finally said,
breaking the silence.

“Tell
me if you need some advice”, the man said.

“We
will”, Sasuke answered, understanding that he could not turn
down all the man's offers. He took Naruto's hand and this time Naruto
accepted it.

They
got up, and the man followed them with his eyes as they vanished into
the shop. For some time he listened to them as Naruto showed Sasuke
the condoms and sex toys, the latter of them being dismissed by
Sasuke as weird, and then discussed the movies on display. When they
returned they did not only bring a movie but also some advice books
on gay sex.

“Naruto
needs them. I don't”, Sasuke declared when they laid them on
the counter.

“I
don't have any Sharingan that I might have used on Kabuto and
Orochimaru”, Naruto replied. Sasuke gave him an ellbow check.

“What's
a Sharingan?” the man asked.

“He
can use it to learn just by watching”, Naruto said. “Unlike
us mere mortals who have to practice.”

“So
this is why you wanted a movie with some gay sex”, the man
said.

“It
doesn't work with TV”, Sasuke replied coldly. “The chakra
flow does not show on the screen. - But people here are really weird.
Why do you need books to learn about sex?Even Naruto is doing quite
fine working things out as we go along.”

The
man took some time to come up with an answer.

“Most
of us learn from more experienced partners”, he said. “I
guess there's a lot of men who would like to teach you.”

“We
prefer books, actually”, Naruto said, laying his arm around
Sasuke.

The
man had a look at the books they had chosen. They had titles as “Sex
tipps for advanced learners” or “How to be a perfect
lover” or “Sex like a professional”. He took up the
last one and looked at the two boys. Naruto blushed, Sasuke appeared
unmoved.

“Go
back and get a book about the basics”, he told them.

Now
Sasuke looked embarrassed too. Still they obeyed and went back to the
store, returning with more books.

“I'll
lock up the cafe for you”, the man said. “There you can
have a look inside before you make up your mind.”

They
followed him to the cafe and immediately chose the low sofa, leaning
heavily against each other while looking into the books. The man left
them and made some more coffee, black for Sasuke and fifty-fifty
mixed with milk for Naruto. He thought how they had turned into
teenagers again, fortunately, no longer the gaming pieces of history.
He brought them the coffee: Now they had abandoned the books and were
sitting in close embrace, kissing each other, their jackets lying on
their laps, concealing what they were doing with their hands. The man
put the coffee on the table in front of them and left on tiptoes.

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