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Chapter List
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Naruto had always wondered what his
magic felt like to humans. Few of his masters had been of the chatty
sort�check, Uchiha�and the few who had liked to speak were
usually talking more to themselves than to him, so he'd never gotten the chance
to ask. Did it feel like an electrical current, like lightning? Maybe like a
breeze blowing over them? Or maybe it felt like nothing at all. Humans had
never been known for their sensitivity, after all.
As he granted Sasuke's wish to
return home, the painful enslavement ring on his finger relaxed an
infinitesimal amount, releasing the hold on Naruto's power and letting it wash
over him. In that split second, Naruto sighed with relief; as much as he grumbled
about granting wishes�and who wouldn't, with the idiocy humans could usually
come up with�it was sometimes the only moments he felt like himself.
It took him back to when he was young, and the world was fresh and new, teeming
with energy at his very fingertips. Back when demons were everywhere, and he
could play with the wind spirits one minute; alternatively torment and flee
from water sprites the next; and spend most of his time remembering not to
argue with the trees, because they never, ever shut up once they got going.
�But none of that was now, was it?
Courtesy of being under enslavement,
Naruto rarely even had to focus to grant a wish. While he was daydreaming, two
tendrils of chakra raced from him, giving him a high-speed, frenetic glance at
the distance he had to cross before they latched firmly onto the living room in
Sasuke's home. In the next instant, Naruto and Sasuke ceased to exist on the
same plane as everything "natural," fading into the supernatural
currents and streams that still wove their way over the earth. Unbidden, Naruto
grinned.
Now comes the cool part.
The real world seemed almost
superimposed over the one they travelled in, colors and sounds racing by faster
than the mind could interpret them. Unseen fingers drifted over them as they
passed, some warm and comforting, others clammy and grasping. Excited, Naruto
glanced over at his companion, but his smile dimmed instantly. Sasuke's eyes
were open, but blank, held in the first moment before travel. Sighing, Naruto
shifted his grip on the other man, angling his feet forward to absorb the shock
of landing.
Not for the first time, he wished
that he could share the supernatural realm with someone. Preferably someone not
out to kill him.
Sasuke was many things, but Naruto
was beginning to believe that maybe the little prick wasn't out for
Naruto's head on a platter.
�Maybe.
Less than half a second after they
had left the real world, Naruto and Sasuke rematerialized in his living room.
Sasuke spent a moment blinking confusedly at the familiar, sparsely decorated
walls. Naruto kept his arm tight around his master, frowning concernedly.
"�Sasuke?" he asked
tentatively. The other man didn't face him.
"That was an odd way to
travel." Sasuke frowned slightly. "I think my heart stopped."
"What??" Eyebrows flying
up on his forehead, Naruto placed his free hand over Sasuke's chest. With his
luck, Sasuke really would have suffered a heart attack, and Naruto didn't know
that "CPR" thing they'd talked about on the terribision,
and, and�the bastard was lying his ass off.
Naruto scowled at the perfectly
normal heartbeat under his fingertips. The little bastard Uchiha smirked at
him.
"Idiot," Sasuke stated
derisively.
�And then he passed out.
Grunting with surprise at the sudden
weight in his arms, Naruto gracelessly dragged his master to the nearest couch
and dumped him onto it. He sat down heavily next to Sasuke, making the couch
squeak in protest. Exhaling sharply through his nostrils, he stared down at the
young man's face. Sasuke's eyebrows were pinched, pain tightening the corners
of his eyes. Naruto winced.
After mucking with his mind the way
I did, I'm not surprised that he hurts.
Biting his lip, the blond demon reached a hesitant hand towards Sasuke's
temple. He could, technically, fix the damage that had been done to Sasuke's
mind, but would that help, or just make matters worse between them? Guilt
engaged in a sumo wrestling match in his throat, forcing him to swallow with
difficulty. Naruto wished that he could say, with full honesty, that he hadn't
meant to hurt the brunet.
But the truth was,
he had.
Instinct had completely taken over
the moment Sasuke's mind had latched onto his own. He had wanted to hurt
the other man, wanted to destroy him, just so that he could claim a few
precious decades for his own before he was sent back into confinement for the
next couple hundred years.
But then�something had happened.
When he held up the other man in the prison of his mind, saw Sasuke screaming,
all he could feel was�sad. Pathetic. Here he was, some "great" demon,
and he was about to kill a man whose only mistake was being born into the
Uchiha family�and being an idiot. And really, Sasuke hadn't done anything to
deserve such treatment�yet.
Sighing, Naruto ran his fingertips
lightly through the soft hair at Sasuke's temple. Maybe he would regret his
actions later, but�right now, he felt like he had to make it up to Sasuke.
Though if the Uchiha ever found out,
Naruto would go out back and shoot himself.
With a deep breath to calm his
nerves, Naruto leaned forward, placing one hand on each of Sasuke's temples and
then sliding each hand forward. Healing chakra warmed his fingertips as they
buried themselves in the Uchiha's thick raven locks. In his mind's eye, Naruto
could see the chakra stealing into Sasuke's head, racing over the many contours
of his brain. He winced visibly at the multitude of scarring, even though some
of it seemed to be far older than the ones he created.
Naruto shook his head firmly, then leaned even closer, sticking his tongue out of the corner
of his mouth.
Right, then. Here we go!
*�� *�� *

The first thing to strike Sasuke as
odd was the smell of grass. It tickled his nose, sharper than it should have
been, considering that Sasuke wasn't outside. The bridge of his nose wrinkling,
Sasuke forced his surprisingly heavy eyes to open.
Sunlight poured down over him,
dappled by the leaves of the large, slightly odd tree above him. Its limbs were
gnarled so deeply that he wasn't entirely sure it could have been formed by nature.
But then, Sasuke was fairly sure
this wasn't a "natural" place.
He could feel the tall grass around
him swaying in the slight breeze, bringing his gaze down to the steeply sloping
hill he rested upon. A landscape of sharply rolling hills and fields stretched
out before him, dappled here and there with impenetrable, dark forests. The sky
above him swirled anxiously, brilliant clear blue smeared with roiling purple
thunderstorms. The storms seemed isolated, drifting across the blue sky to
merge and separate from each other.
In all his
long, twenty one years on the planet, he'd never seen the sky do that.
Frowning, Sasuke tried to lift his
head�and found that he couldn't. He couldn't move anything. His breathing
growing rapid, he desperately forced his fingertips to twitch, but he couldn't
get them to do any more than that.
How was he supposed to figure out
where he was if he couldn't move??
"Whoa, whoa, easy there,
killer."
Despite himself, the familiar voice
forced Sasuke to relax immediately. After a moment, a pair of feet appeared
next to him, toes wiggling in the grass. Blinking, Sasuke looked up.
Naruto stood before him, arms folded
lightly over his broad chest. He was dressed in what looked like a bastardization
of Heian era clothing�broad, thick silk pants in deep
blue, topped by a single white kimono jacket embroidered with gold and orange
flames. The jacket rested so casually on his bare chest that it seemed ready to
slide off at any moment, baring most of his torso to the seemingly paralyzed
Uchiha.
What caught Sasuke off guard the
most, however, was the man's face. Naruto's hair was at least twice as wild as
before, sharp blonde mixed throughout with fierce red streaks in a fiery mass
that tumbled past his shoulders. A pair of long, pointed ears poked out of the
crazed locks, twitching lightly in the breeze. His cheeks were unmarked,
highlighted instead by sharper cheekbones. The man's entire face
seemed�otherworldly.
And his eyes�
Naruto's eyes were as chaotic as the
churning sky above. Red clashed constantly with blue, occasionally resulting in
a tremulous violet as he gazed down at the frozen Uchiha. After a long moment,
the fox-demon gave Sasuke a quirky smile.
"I wouldn't try moving too
much, Sasuke. I don't know if your mind can take the added strain right
now."
Sasuke blinked at him. "My
mind? What does my mind have to do with it?"
The other man laughed, deep
reverberations shivering through the grass at his feet�and through Sasuke
himself. "Your mind has everything to do with it. You see�" Grinning
mischievously, Naruto squatted down beside him. "That's where we
are."
"�We're in my mind?"
Sasuke could forgive himself for sounding incredulous. If he was going to
imagine his own mind as anything, it certainly wasn't trees and sunshine.
Chuckling again, Naruto shifted to
settle cross-legged on the ground behind Sasuke. Moments later, gentle hands
slid down to cup the bottom of Sasuke's head, lifting
gingerly to place his head in the fox-demon's lap. Sasuke blushed.
"What the hell are you
doing?" Sasuke demanded roughly, embarrassed by his position, but unable
to move enough to rectify it. Fingers combed through his hair, a
sensation that was surprisingly comforting. Above him, Naruto's lips quirked
into a wry smile.
"That's a two-fold question,
Sasuke. Do you mean what am I doing with your head in my lap, or what am I
doing in your mind?"
The Uchiha scowled.
"Both."
Naruto sighed, glancing out over the
rolling hills. His fingers continued combing through Sasuke's hair, brushing
over his scalp in soothing motions.
"I'm actually trying to heal
your mind right now, Sasuke," he informed quietly. "I caused some
scars during our�sparring session. I wanted to set them right."
Sasuke took a moment to digest that.
"But if that's the case, then what's this world? Why are we here?"
"If I had to guess, and it
looks like I do," Naruto began with a saucy wink, "this is the result
of your mind interpreting what I'm doing to it. You could feel me in your head,
bright, stubborn Uchiha that you are, and interpreted the situation
as�this." The man looked around, then grinned
down at Sasuke. "And I have to admit, your mind is a surprisingly pretty
place."
The Uchiha heir snorted. "And
yours isn't, oh great peppy one?"
Naruto sobered slightly.
"You've already seen mine, Sasuke. It's not very nice."
�True enough. Sasuke had to
frown, though, at what could make such a bright and (irritating) friendly
person craft such a dark place in his thoughts, when Sasuke, the dark avenger,
apparently resided in Happy Bunny Land. It was unmanning. Eyes narrowed, he
glared up at the previously-blond man.
"And my head in your lap?"
he questioned warily.
Naruto blinked down at him, a slow,
feral grin sliding across his lips. "Well, it seemed like it would be
comfortable�"
When the blond trailed off, Sasuke
slowly began to relax.
"�And I'd finally get to
pet all that pretty hair!"
Sasuke's groan echoed over the
hills.
*�� *�� *

Konoha's prisons were pathetic.
Hands bound rather ineffectually behind him, the sole remaining member of the
attacking Sound unit contemplated the cold, sterile cell he had been placed in.
His white hair tumbled into his eyes as he tipped his head forward, listening
to the low murmurs of the nearby guards. Honestly, how untrained were
they? Any information given to a captive was dangerous information if said
captive escaped.
Temae was very good at escaping.
As the idiots near his cell gossiped
about dinner and other ninja, a pair of hands sprouted from his forearms and
reached down, untying the ropes in a matter of moments. Retracting the hands,
he clasped his real fingers behind him, just in case someone happened to glance
into his cell.
The mission had been a bust, though Temae had partially expected that. Koe had been known to be
an idiot, albeit a startlingly talented homicidal one. Kuchi, however, had been
a bit of a surprise, gathering the three of them together with a manic glint in
his eye and stories of their strange mission from Orochimaru-sama. Temae had been skeptical, since their orders�basically, to
run in there and mess up the place�hadn't seemed in keeping with the crafty
Orochimaru-sama's plans. Surely, the man could come
up with something more interesting than that.
But Temae
had conceded with a shrug, since Kuchi was his team leader, and it wasn't his
position to question him.
As he sat in his cell, however, he
began to wonder. What could be so interesting about this pathetic little
village of do-gooders that Orochimaru-sama would send over three particularly
talented ninjas? Three wasn't enough to take down a village without serious
planning and a covert invasion, neither of which had been on their agenda. Why
would the great Orochimaru-sama even care, much less care enough to waste his
resources?
Unnoticed by Temae
or the guards outside, twin wisps of golden chakra swept along the floor of the
prison. They paused behind the white-haired man, spinning in place for a moment
before racing up his arms in a flash. Temae barely
flinched as the chakra burrowed into his normally grey eyes, flooding them with
brilliant gold.
The man's head sagged forward, as
though weighted down by his memories. After a few moments of intense thought,
his head snapped up in realization.
That blond.
During the rather short battle, the
tide had been flowing in Sound's favor until the blond man with strange chakra
had shown up. That chakra had changed everything, disrupting the rhythm of the
Sound ninjas. Temae could remember how that energy
felt, scraping against his nerves with unnatural heat. No one from a backwater
village like the one he claimed to be a part of could hold such immense,
strange power. Even if the halfwits from Konoha had bought the blond's
bullshit story.
And the man claimed to know the
Uchiha boy, a claim which had not been refuted.
Interesting.
Perhaps this is what
Orochimaru-sama had wanted. Not infiltration and destruction, but information.
Orochimaru-sama had been interested in the Uchiha brat for nearly a decade,
ever since failing to recruit him when the boy was twelve. Perhaps he wanted
revenge.
Or perhaps he wanted to take his
little blond friend from him.
The golden chakra in Temae's eyes glinted manically in the dim light of his
cell. Without further hesitation, he placed his hands before him and began a
complex set of seals. While it wasn't his place to question Orochimaru-sama's desires, it was his duty to relay information
to his sovereign.
Grinning in a manner most unlike the
normally reserved ninja, Temae disappeared in a cloud
of wispy grey smoke.
*�� *�� *

The rich scent of incense filled the
air as Orochimaru relaxed against the many cushions behind him. As always when
alone, he kept his eyes firmly shut. The emptiness of his meditation room rang
out louder than any other noise could have, hollowing out his ears.
He could almost hear them.
Oh, he could see them well
enough, even when the others were around. His minions served as a fair
distraction from their antics, and the blindly trusting idiots never
seemed to realize why they never had his full attention. Orochimaru simply
allowed them to think that he was naturally aloof, and it worked well for him
as a leader.
But one person had managed to
completely distract him from them. If only for a short while.
And then Orochimaru lost him.
And they grew in numbers.
Jiraiya, the perverted moron, had managed to distract him to some
extent when he was young. At first, Orochimaru had felt slightly grateful to
the other man for paying attention to the weird, snake-like kid with no family
and a strange, unknown bloodline ability. Jiraiya never said a word about the screaming fits
Orochimaru would have late at night on one training mission or another.
And thank god Orochimaru had grown
out of the lisp long before they parted ways in anger. It was worth
avoiding the other man just for that knowledge alone.
But as helpful as Jiraiya was, as helpful as the blundering fool had tried to
be, he couldn't make them go away. He probably couldn't even understand
who they were. He'd certainly never understood Orochimaru's fall into
desperation, searching for any and all jutsu that could save him from them.
Uchiha Sasuke, however� He
may have been the key. The key to ending everything.
And the little bastard got away!
Running back to his do-gooder village without so much as a by-your-leave,
claiming that he felt that the key to power lay
somewhere in his village, rather than with the power Orochimaru handed over on
a silver fucking platter.
Pissant little asshole.
Should've fucked him when he had the
chance. See how fast the little bastard ran away then.
A light knock on the door jarred
Orochimaru out of his thoughts, swinging his irritable gaze towards the
intruder. He ignored the moving shadows in the corner.
"What??" he snarled. After
a hesitant moment, the door slid open, revealing a non-descript ninja with long
brown hair. The ninja kneeled on the floor and bowed his head.
"I humbly apologize,
Orochimaru-sama. I bring urgent news of the attack on Konoha." The ninja's
shoulders tensed. "I'm afraid it�failed, my lord."
Orochimaru stared at him.
"�Yes, well. I will deal with the issue myself. You may go."
Needing no further permission, the ninja
bowed and backed out of the room quickly, shutting the door behind him.
Frowning, Orochimaru stared at the ninja's vacated spot. He could feel them
laughing at him.
�What attack on
Konoha?
*�� *�� *

Sasuke's mind really was a
surprisingly peaceful place, Naruto mused. The other man had finally relaxed,
eyes half closed as he allowed Naruto to run his fingers through his hair. The
storm clouds above trembled and shook as red chakra licked at them, burning
them away until nothing but blue sky remained. The breeze around them turned
sweet, carrying the faint scent of fruit before they ran off to play with the
leaves in the gnarled tree above.
It was a truly strange experience,
being in three consciousnesses at the same time. Naruto was aware of his true
body, unlike Sasuke, but he was also aware of himself not only as a being in
Sasuke's mind, but as the chakra healing the damage wrought to it. It was
just�weird.
Like�taffy pulled in three
directions at once.
Not that Naruto had ever liked taffy
much.
Shaking his head to collect his
errant thoughts, Naruto tried to concentrate on the job at hand. Small snippets
of memory, Sasuke's memory, kept leaking into him as he repaired the
scars. Really, Naruto had enough personality complexes without seeing himself
as the giant burning hell demon that Sasuke had seen.
When most of the fresh scars had
been cleared, Naruto frowned pensively at the sky. Several dark storm clouds
remained, including one large one that seemed to dominate an entire corner of
the sky. Clearly, it was one that had been created long before Naruto had entered
his life, but to see something sitting there, festering in this young
man's head�
Maybe he was a sap, but he wanted to
do something about it.
Frown deepening, he looked down at
the seemingly content man before him. As the scar clouds had vanished, Sasuke
had regained some mobility, though intriguingly, the man hadn't removed himself
from Naruto's lap. A piece of plucked grass was being twirled idly through
Sasuke's fingers as the Uchiha gazed out over the fields at something Naruto
couldn't see. After a moment, Naruto cleared his throat.
"Um, Sasuke�"
Sasuke started slightly, as though
he'd forgotten that Naruto was there. The porcelain cheeks began to redden�and
damn if it wasn't adorable. Both men grew uncomfortable, shifting slightly.
"Naruto�" The Uchiha
paused, mouth opening, then shutting as his face turned a deeper shade of red.
"You said that you were working on my head."
The fox demon blinked down at him.
"Um, yeah. I am."
"Then why does�" Sasuke
trailed off again, then scowled self-consciously.
"Why is my chest all warm?"
"Huh??" Naruto lifted an
incredulous eyebrow. "Are you suffering an attack of the fuzzy wuzzies, or something?"
"No!" A hand flew up to
swat him with surprising strength. Naruto winced.
Yep, he's feeling better, alright.
Sasuke scowled up at him. "It
feels like your chakra, dipshit. But it's making my chest warm,
not my head."
Naruto couldn't help it�he stared.
"Like�like a flame or something?" he asked weakly.
Sasuke nodded. "What does it
mean?"
A sign of bonding. Oh god. Swallowing hard, Naruto smiled at him weakly. "Nothing
much. I think you're just overcome with affection for me."
Or maybe I'm getting tied to you
even more tightly, and my chances of getting free have been reduced by half. Fuck.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he
didn't push the issue. Harrumphing, the brunet returned his gaze to the sky. He
pointed at the large storm cloud that Naruto had hesitated before touching.
"Why haven't you fixed that one
yet?"
Eyebrows rising, Naruto looked down
at him. "I'm surprised you're giving me so much free reign in your mind,
Sasuke."
Visibly uncomfortable, the Uchiha
heir shrugged stiffly. "Well, the little you've done has made me feel a
lot stronger already. I don't see why you shouldn't just clean it all up�unless
there's something you're not telling me."
"I cleaned up all the scars
that I created, Sasuke. I'm not so sure I can heal the others."
Sasuke folded his arms over his
chest, frowning pensively. "If you heal it, will I grow stronger?"
"�Possibly. Whatever it is,
it's probably clouding your mind�no pun intended�at inopportune moments."
The Uchiha made a face at Naruto's
comment, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright then,
give it a try."
Taking a deep breath, Naruto
stretched his healing chakra towards the large scar cloud. Surprisingly, bits
of cloud lashed out at him as he approached it, causing him to retract the
chakra fingers. Biting his lip, he dipped the chakra into the cloud.
"Mother?? Father?? Where are
you?"
"Where is everyone??"
Blood. Blood everywhere. In the streets,
on walls, pearling up on shattered windows. Bodies were strewn carelessly
everywhere.
"Mother�Father�"
The stench. Oh god, the stench. The
fear choked him, clawed at his throat until he couldn't breathe�
"Aniki�"
Blood red eyes. They didn't even look
like the Sharingan, they were so red. They stared at him, FOLLOWED him.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill
me, Aniki, please!"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!"
With a horrified gasp, Naruto threw
himself out of the cloud�and out of Sasuke's head.
*�� *�� *

Sasuke's eyes shot open, and he
found himself gasping for breath on his couch. A loud thud sounded from
the floor next to him. Hands shaking, he gingerly sat up on the couch. Naruto
lay sprawled on the floor, blond hair wild as though it had been shot through
with electricity. The cerulean eyes were wide, darting about the room. Sasuke
winced, lifting a hand to his gently throbbing head.
"Naruto, what the fuck just
happened?" he demanded. He couldn't remember much, aside from some fields,
clouds, and hands running through his hair. And then it had all just�stopped.
The blond didn't reply, breathing
heavily and staring up at the ceiling as if it held all the world's answers.
Both palms lay flat against the carpeted floor, fingers digging into the
fabric. Eyebrows furrowing, Sasuke placed his feet on the floor and leaned
forward.
"�Naruto?"
Abruptly, the man blinked and sat
up, staring at Sasuke with an unreadable expression. His whiskered face was
sheet white. Concerned despite himself, Sasuke reached out.
"Naruto, are you alright? What
happened?"
"�I couldn't fix it." The
words were quiet, harsh as they spilled out of the blond's throat. "I'm
sorry."
Somehow, Sasuke got the feeling that
Naruto was saying more than what those words implied. Before he could open his
mouth, Naruto bowed his head, blond hair shielding his face from view.
"I'm so sorry, Sasuke."
And with those agonized words,
Naruto smoothly transformed back into a fox and raced out of the room, leaving
Sasuke confused, tense, and silent.
*�� *�� *

The non-descript brown-haired ninja
slipped as easily out of Orochimaru's headquarters as he'd slipped in.
Frowning, the man stole into the surrounding woods and let his illusion wear
off, revealing his black and red Akatsuki cloak.
Orochimaru had had no idea what
Itachi was talking about. He clearly hadn't planned the attack on Konoha, even
though it had been his troops. Who, then, had planned the attack? And
how did they get past the Sound's incomprehensibly strong loyalty to
Orochimaru?
As he ran through the forest, the
small flame from the fox demon abruptly flared in his chest, bringing him to
his knees in agony. Gasping, he clutched at the material over his chest. His
heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out his harsh breathing.
Was he finally going to die?
As suddenly as the heat began, it
died down, settling in the center of his heart like a smoldering ember. Hands
trembling lightly, he stroked his chest.
He remembered this chakra. This heat.
And he remembered his vow that the
next time this particular fire entered the world�it would be the last.
*�� *�� *
Author�s note: �Two points to each person who figured out how
and why I was making fun of Kishimoto with Koe and
Kuchi when they first read those names, and ten points to the person who gets
both gags in Temae's name. Hehehe.
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