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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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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
Title: Children of Darkness
Author: Dying Dreams
Fandom: Naruto
Feedback: Feedback is always welcome!
Dream: I'm such a lazy fuck.
Itachi: Eh?
Dream: It's been so fucking long since I last updated this, and I am so very sorry. Façade took over for awhile, but I promise I'm still working on this and TIMG. TIMG was giving me problems for awhile, but I finally got it out.
Itachi: You could always ask for help?
Dream: -Shakes her head- It's not that I don't what to do, it's just I'm getting frustrated with it.
Itachi: Oh.
Dream: So yeah. I'll try to start updating this one a lot more. If possible. Writer's block is a bitch. I was having issues with this chapter for the longest fucking time and it was totally pissing me off. Of course inspiration suddenly hit and here it is.
Tia: Possibly, but not likely. I doubt I'll do it that way.
Nickles: Ha ha it's okay. xD As long as at least one person reviews I'm totally happy.
nm1716: I hate seeing him sad too. Dx Maybe this chapter will lighten things up a bit? -Shrugs-
Teania: Nah I get it. xD I do this kinda stuff with characters on purpose though. But not to worry. I'll eventually get around to going into more detail with Yukiko when she comes back into the story. As for Taro, I've been thinking about it and I'll do that next chapter. He hasn't had much of an appearance in the story anyways, so it wasn't entirely necessary before, ya know? But with the skipping of days, it's simply because nothing worth noting actually happened, and I do it when I'm getting bored with the story and want to move it along a little more. I sometimes draw things out for way to long and end up screwing up with it. Mind you, if something happened that possibly is needed to be known, that's what nifty flashbacks are for because I'm to much of a lazy fuck to write out everything.
This is why I don't plan on becoming a professional writer . I haven't got the patience to actually think everything through down to all the little minor details, and then go back later to edit and revise everything seventy four times. This isn't to say I can't do it, I just don't want to. And in no way did I see that first part of your review as a flame. I love it when people are honest with me like that.
SuChAbAKa: Nyahaha. Fans are the smex. The more I have the happier the gnomes are.
kurai: I'm glad you enjoy it so much. And I'll tell him. n-n
Star Princess: Usually yeah... well we can only hope. Although a little more help may be on the way... Yay.
envy hatake: Thank you. n-n I agree that it sometimes is hard to find good stories. I've read many promising ones only to have them stop being updated. For shame. I'm known to have huge bouts of writer's block so updates after this chapter will come randomly when I get the time to write them seeing as I'm working on three of others at the moment as well.
ANGELBOY613: So let me see if I have this right. You don't like my story, so instead of saying something useful you're just going to write a flame? Bravo, my dear. Bravo.
Of course I made it obvious, and I did everything I did for a specific reason. It seems to me that you don't get that Naruto did not want to see Sasuke again. Yes, Sasuke wanted to apologize when he had that short time to think and realize his mistake, and Tsunade certainly realized this when he came to her. Naruto is basically a replacement for her little brother, and she would have known that had she allowed Sasuke to go it only would have made things worse for the both of them. It left her with only bad decisions to make, and thus was the result of what happened.
Besides. I like screwing people over and fucking them up. Yukiko was Naruto's way out to get away from the sudden source of pain. A stranger to him yes, but this is just how things happened. As for Taro knowing there are things I have left out for a reason, and I never plan to mention how he ever knew it was him. I don't have to explain myself to anyone about how I do things because this is a fan fiction, and in the end it doesn't actually matter. As for the trust thing his feelings run far to deep at this point to really hate her for her actions. There would be no feasible point in completely losing trust in the one person that managed to help him even a little all because of a few incidents.
Next time you want to criticize an author's writing, DO IT RIGHT. You've gone out of your way to tell me you basically don't like my story, which basically makes this one huge flame because you didn't explain all that much to me. Yes. I blow things out of proportion, but I do that for a reason. It is the way it is because that's just how things are. You don't like it, fine. I don't really give a shit because it's not going to bother me. If anything I just found this rather amusing to glance over.
If you wanted to get across that you don't like my story, congratulations you succeeded. No one said you had to read it, and I wouldn't care if you didn't. You wouldn't be the first person to throw a hissy fit over what I do with my stories. I didn't write this for you, and I didn't write this for anyone else. I write because I want to, and the way I write is my own so unless I see reason to do so the way I do things will not be changed in this story. This is what I want to do with my story, and it's not going to change. I have left many things unexplained or not given a reason, but really I don't care. This is not going to ever become a published work, and as I know I will never be paid for this it still does not matter.
And in case you haven't noticed I don't like following the lines of logic because if I did that then why the fuck would I even be writing this? Get over yourself and stop reading my story if you don't like it so much. Anymore flames and I'll just get the fire extinguisher out.
Warnings: Be warned. I smashed Sasuke into the floor. He's totally OOC in this chapter. Cause really... he'd never do that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. The only things I own are the characters and places I create myself.
Bold/Italic – time changes/flashback
Chapter 8
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Naruto lifted his head, blue eyes staring at the glass that separated him from the outside world. They had left him alone for the time being, understanding his need for it. He knew they would be back soon, but the silence was welcoming. He needed the time to think, and was grateful the old fox wasn't bothering him. He had to weigh his options carefully.
Push his friends away and ensure his safety, or let them in and risk destruction. There would be no going back no matter what he chose, but he knew he had to make his decision and soon.
He was afraid though. Everything was moving and changing so fast. Spiraling out of his control. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he dropped his head into the small gap between his knees and chest. He didn't want to have to do this. He wanted Yukiko to be with him. Everything was always alright when she was around. She always made it better. She always knew what to do. But he didn't have her. She had left him here all alone.
He was being forced to cope, and he didn't like it. He knew though that he had no other choice.Yukiko wouldn't return to him for several months, but there was slim hope that these people could help him in some way.
He didn't want to do this without Yukiko, but he had to. For her sake, and for his child's sake, he would learn to cope.
Slowly, he pulled away from the window pain. He sat up straight for a moment before he twisted and dropped his feet down to the floor. He rose to unsteady feet and looked to the closed door. He sighed softly and dragged his feet towards it. He lifted his hand to the doorknob, grasped it, and twisted, pulling it open.
Naruto peeked cautiously out into the empty hall, his gaze drifting to the stares when he heard the voices floating up from the first floor.
He sighed again and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
With the same cautiousness, he moved along the wall towards the stairs, his fingers trailing along the wood paneling. He paused at the top of the stairs, looking down towards the bottom.
He slipped his hand from the wall to the wooden railing along the outside of the stair case. He wrapped his hand partially around the wooden bar slowly began his descent. His feet moved slowly, one foot sliding forward to drop to the stair below, the second following just as slowly after it.
The voices didn't stop as he made his way down. He looked along the hall before he turned and made his way towards the sound.
He had made his decision. He would let them try. He would let them try and risk falling farther than he ever had before. He paused just before the doorway, out of their line of sight. His hand twitched in anticipation. He didn't know if this was the right choice, but he had promised to try.
Slowly, he stepped forward into the opening, and the voices stopped. Five sets of eyes turned to him, but none move from where they sat in their seats.
Silently he turned and moved into the room. No one moved as Naruto made his way around the couch. He paused at the side, his eyes on the floor. His hesitation was only momentary before he continued around and stopped, and turned. Slowly he sat down on the cushion between Shikamaru and Neji. His gaze remained distant and his body move to the side, leaning sideways.
Beside him, Neji blinked as the blond fell onto his shoulder. He smiled faintly as he looked down at him. It seemed Naruto had made his choice. He turned his head and watched as Taro came forward and climbed into Naruto's lap, a smile on his small face.
Naruto tilted his head slightly and smiled down at his son. His wonderful, beautiful, intelligent son. Taro was his everything. He moved his arms and pulled the child against his chest, hugging him.
Hinata smiled at the blond. It seemed Naruto was willing to try for them. She was happy for that. It meant they had a fighting chance to make him happy again. She knew it would be the four them plus Iruka, and possibly Lee if the green clad Shinobi returned from his mission some time soon. She knew the enthusiastic man would want to help in any way he could.
They would make sure no one else ever hurt the blond again. To much had been done to him, but no more. They were all in complete agreement. They would protect Naruto. They would do what ever it took to help the blond and make him happy again.
If that meant pushing certain parties away, then so be it. They were not going to allow anything to happen.
This step had been big step for Naruto. They knew he didn't trust them just yet, but they would get there. They had to.
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The next few days had remained blatantly uneventful. Aside from Naruto not spending all of his time in his room now, not much had happened.
The blond man would eat his meals with whoever was there at the time, and he would patiently listen to anything they had to say. If he had a response, he would write it down. Still Naruto see no reason to speak.
One of his meticulously created walls ensure he did not. He did not wish to anyways.
Four days after his decision, an inexplicable event occurred. Naruto had certainly not expected, and it was clear none of the others had either.
Standing outside the front door was none other than Uchiha Sasuke himself. When Iruka had answered the door after the first series of knock, to say he had been surprised would have been a vast understatement.
Mingled in with the surprise was a mixture of annoyance and anger. Both emotions directed at the Uchiha.
The teacher and the former ex-missing nin had stood staring at one another. The former with anger brewing within, and the latter giving off massive waves of shame, regret and depression. Iruka could see the emotions flashing through Sasuke's eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder why the foolish man would feel these things.
“What do you want?” Iruka demanded.
Sasuke knew. Sasuke knew very well that Umino Iruka was angry with him. He certain the man had learned the reason why Naruto had left, and he knew the man was most definitely angry with him for it. It was entirely his fault after all.
Sasuke bowed his head. “I... I came to see him,” he replied quietly, his voice going almost unheard by the man.
Iruka frowned. “Is that so. Why should I let you in?”
Sasuke closed his eyes. God was this hard. “I was a fool,” he replied quietly. “I fucked up. I hurt him more than I ever thought possible. I don't... I don't want him to hurt anymore. I have to make it right.”
Iruka grunted softly. “You are still a fool, Sasuke.”
Sasuke flinched slightly, but he did nothing to refute the claim. It was true.
“If he wishes to see you, then I will let you in. you will wait here.”
Sasuke nodded, lifting his head slightly to watch as the door closed in front of him. God did he hope Naruto would let him in. he wanted to see the blond. He wanted to apologize to the blond. He wanted to make an ass out of himself just to get forgiveness from the man he loved most in the world. The man whom had bore him a beautiful child.
He wanted to make things right. He wanted Naruto to be happy again. He had to do something. He had to bring those real smiles back to Naruto's beautiful face. He would do anything to see those smiles again.
He didn't know how long he stood there, but it was blessing when Iruka beckoned him to come inside.
Sasuke followed as the man lead him down the main hallway, stopping at the doorway to a room.
When Iruka leaned forward to speak, he did not move. “Hurt him, and you will pay.”
Sasuke swallowed the over the lump in his throat and quickly nodded. With that Iruka turned and walked away, disappearing into another room.
Hesitantly Sasuke moved into the doorway, peering into the well furnished room. Sitting on a long dark blue couch with his back to the door was none other than Naruto himself. Blond hair as messy as always.
The Uchiha took slow careful steps into the room. Naruto wasn't alone. Taro was with him. He could see the boy as he neared the back of the couch. The dark haired, blue eyed child was on the floor playing with a set of wooden blocks, building what he could only assume was a tower from the looks of it. He didn't really know, but that was the impression the slowly growing mound gave him.
He withheld a sigh and began to make his way around the couch. Movement stopped and he felt a single pair of blue eyes following his every move. Taro had stopped his play to watch his father move around to their side of the couch. Sasuke swallowed over another lump in his throat as he stood at the end of the couch, just beyond the armrest there.
He offered a small, weak smile to his son. Taro just shrugged and glanced at his chichiue.
Sasuke turned his head, his dark eyes falling on the unmoving blond sitting there on the middle cushion. He moved his hands in front of himself and wrung them together, squeezing the fingers of one hand before shifting to the other to repeat the short process.
Kami-sama this was so hard to do.
He knew he needed to move forward and do something. Say something. Anything. At a look from Taro, he edge forward, stopping somewhere near the middle of the first cushion on his side.
His entire plan had flown out the proverbial window as soon as he'd seen Naruto's face. He'd had it all laid out. Well, most of it anyways, but now he felt that it just wouldn't work.
Slowly, Sasuke sank to his knees, and bowed his head.
Only then did he get a look from Naruto, but from his position he didn't know it. he didn't see the blond's eyes widen in surprise and shock as he lowered himself, placing his hands on the ground and touching his forehead to the smooth wooden floor.
Naruto stared openly, mouth hanging slightly open a moment before snapping it shut, only to have it fall open again and give him the impression of a fish gasping for air. He frowned and snapped his mouth shut. He had to wonder what the Uchiha was even doing.
“I'm sorry,” Sasuke said quietly, not moving from where he was. “I'm sorry for everything I did, and I know I can't expect you to forgive me. I just... I'm an idiot. At the time I just... I was so confused and I couldn't even believe what you were telling me. I didn't even thing it was possible, and I was a fool for reacting like I did.
“I never meant to drive you away. I never meant to hurt you, and ruin everything we had. I'm not going to ask you to forgive me because I know I don't deserve it. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to hurt you. I never realized what the repercussions of my actions would be.
“I just... I know I want to do something to make things better, but only if you'll let me. I won't do anything you don't want, and if you want me out of your life just tell me now. I'll never bother you again.”
Sasuke was silent then, his body still in that curled position on the floor, his forearms pressed to the wooden floor. His knees were starting to hurt, but he couldn't move just yet.
Naruto stared down at him, trying to ignore the fox.
“You shouldn't trust him,” Kyuubi spoke. “He's probably lying.”
“Shut up,” Naruto growled. “I didn't ask you.”
Kyuubi chuckled. “It doesn't matter. Just don't trust him.”
Naruto didn't respond to him. He just ignored him, and stared down at the back of Sasuke's head. The man he loved, the man who'd broken his heart was here. On his knees. Not asking to be forgiven, but asking for a chance to redeem himself.
He didn't know what he should do. He didn't know if he should give Sasuke that chance. He wasn't ready to make that kind of decision. Not yet. He'd let his friends, some of them anyways, back into his life, but he wasn't ready to accept Sasuke. That pain from three years ago was still there, and it hurt to think about it. he wanted to believe Sasuke. He wanted to trust him again, but it was to hard now.
He once would have done anything to have Sasuke back in his life, but a few hurtful words had sent him spiraling into a depression he would never be able to pull himself out of on his own. He had decided long ago that no one could truly help him, and he didn't think he deserved to be helped. To be saved. It just didn't matter anymore.
He looked away from Sasuke, his hands curled tightly together in his lap. He didn't know what to do. He was at a loss.
“Chichiue,” Taro said suddenly, climbing into Naruto's lap as he moved the large hands out of his way.
Naruto blinked and looked down at his son. His hands held in the small ones of his son he couldn't say anything to him.
“Chichiue I think you should give him a chance,” Taro said.
Naruto blinked and stared at his son. He watched as Taro looked over his shoulder and down at the man still on the floor.
“Yuki-obasan said she doesn't want you to be sad anymore, and that the only one who can help you is otosan. I want chichiue to be happy.”
Naruto just continued to stare at the dark haired child that looked so much like Sasuke sometimes.
“Otosan promised he wouldn't hurt you again. He said he wants you to be happy again, too,” Taro continued, smiling up at his chichiue. “I won't let him hurt you again. I promise.”
Naruto looked away, and only turned back when small hands were on his cheeks. Taro shouldn't be protecting him. It should be the other way around, shouldn't it? He was the parent, so why was Taro saying these things to him? Naruto sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't open them and lowered his head slightly before lifting it back up. He felt Taro slide off his lap, and he didn't see what the boy did next.
When Taro's feet touched the floor, he turned around and crouched down in front of Sasuke, poking the top of his head with a small finger. Sasuke's head shot up and he stared at the child.
Taro just smiled and pointed to the hallway, and he watched as Sasuke sluggishly got to his feet. Taro followed him out into the hallway and pushed him towards the front door out of Naruto's hearing.
Softly he spoke to his other father. “Chichiue has agreed to give you a chance,” he said.
Sasuke blinked and stared dumbly. “Really?” he whispered.
Taro nodded. “Yes. I know you want chichiue to be happy, and I know you want to try. You only get one chance though.”
Before now Sasuke had had no idea a child could talk so seriously. Much less a three year old.
“I want chichiue to be happy again, and if Yuki-obasan says that you're the only one who can do it then find. You have to promise though.”
Sasuke knelt down in front of him. “Anything. Anything you want.”
“You have to promise to do anything to make him happy. Promise you won't ever hurt him. Promise you won't leave.”
Sasuke nodded. “I promise. I swear I'll do anything to make your chichiue happy. No matter what it takes.”
Taro nodded. “Good. I still don't like you though.”
Sasuke shrugged. “For now I don't think it matters. What matters though is that maybe I can finally correct my mistake. Fix what I broke.”
Taro just nodded again. “Okay. You can go home now. Come back tomorrow, okay?”
Sasuke smiled faintly. “Yeah. Okay then.” As he stood and prepared to go, he turned back and look down at Taro. “Thank you, Taro.”
Taro just smiled, and Sasuke left, the door clicking shut behind him. When the man was gone, Taro raced back to the room and jumped into his chichiue's lap. He smiled up at Naruto as his chichiue smiled weakly back at him.
“Otosan promised. I don't like him, but otosan promised he won't hurt you. He said he'd make you happy again. I won't let him make you sad. I promise, chichiue. I promise.”
Naruto could help but pull his naive child into a hug, wrapping his arms around his small body and holding him to his chest. Taro didn't know. Taro couldn't possibly understand. Naruto would never be happy again. Sasuke could try all he liked. They could all try, but Naruto would never again know happiness. For now he was simply content to live for his child. When Taro no longer needed him, he would go.
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“For the seven thousandth time, Aki, yes, we are going the right way. For fuck's sake you can be such an annoying ass sometimes.”
“Oh well forgive me your highness,” Aki snapped, pushing dark red hair out of her equally dark red eyes. “It's not my fault you have no sense of direction. Who the hell elected you navigator anyways? Huh, Sayeko?”
“Oh like you could read a map?” Sayeko replied sarcastically. “You would have gotten lost as soon as we left the damn village. Fucking idiot.”
“Oh fuck you,” Aki snarled, scooping up a rock off the ground and chucking it at Sayeko's head.
The elder, taller woman simply stepped to the side and avoided it. “I don't see why you had to come along anyways. Chikako, Amaye and I would have been enough.”
Aki rolled her eyes and looked over at the other two. Chikako with her pale blue hair falling into her own eyes was doing her best to ignore the two she deemed the idiots of the group. Ahead of them Amaye had long since stopped paying attention. The dark haired woman always knew where they were going, so the map had seemed pretty useless. It was probably only given to them because their ever loving leader had thought it would be funny.
They were one of few elite squads from Taiyogakure, and they had been given a very simple task. Make sure the blond Yukiko-sama adored so much did not fall into a deep depression. It was good they were not in a time of war, or this would have been a bad idea. A small village like theirs couldn't afford to send them out for menial tasks during such times.
It was fortunate though that they knew the shortest routes in which they could return to their home should they be needed. They could return home from any known village or location. All they had to do was look to the sky.
Their village wasn't named for the sun for nothing after all. As the stars would guide the sailor, the sun would as such guide them. It was their own beacon of hope in the darker times, for it was the sun that gave life to all. Without it, they would be nothing.
The hitai-ate the four women wore upon their brows bore an image in resemblance to their beloved sun. A small circle etched into the metal, wavy lines connected to every space the circle provided. Some might have called it ornate, but to those who wore this symbol proudly upon them would say it did little justice to the real thing. No outside would ever understand how the image had been done so perfectly and exact on every band, but to those who knew it was simply an amusing tale they would tell no other.
Amaye kept her mask in place. Always a quiet, reserved woman. She allowed to see what she looked like beneath the red cloth she used to cover her face. She had her reasons for letting few see anything but her eyes, for underneath all that silky material only her dark blue-gray eyes could be seen. Not even her three comrades had ever seen it in its entirety, and they had known each other as children. She was a secretive woman. They knew that of the four women it was she the blond like best.
Chikako was similar to Amaye in that she kept her secrets to herself, but where Amaye was quiet Chikako could be quite talkative. Unlike Amaye, she proudly showed her face to the world. A scar ran from her right temple, barely grazing her right eye as it passed over the bridge of her nose, continued through the middle of her left cheek and end just under her jaw. She had gained the scar as a Chuunin during an A-Rank mission. The tale was long, and the memory of it stayed locked away. She rarely told others how she had gotten it, as it was never anyone's business.
Aki for all her intelligence, was quite possibly one of the most annoying people the other three had ever met in their entire lives. She had a quick wit, and a sharp tongue. Though it seemed these escaped her when she became enraged. Aki was a talented shinobi, a Master of Genjutsu. She like Chikako had nothing to hide. Only what her uniform hid did she not show, but she was not ashamed of the scars she bore. Even the largest that decorated her left leg. It was her proof to herself that she was a fearless warrior, and would die to protect her village.
Sayeko was perhaps the calmest of the four, the most level headed. The only one who seemed to ever successfully enrage her was Aki. The younger Shinobi constantly grated on her nerves when she lost her temper, and the two were prone to bickering. Even during fights when they had need to concentrate on their enemy instead of each other. The scars that crossed her back were her proof of such carelessness, but she had learned to efficiently multi-task. Argue with Aki and fight her enemy. She was still wounded, but she had learned to avoid obtaining much larger wounds.
“We will arrive at night fall,” Amaye said as she pushed herself to the next tree limb. “Dispose of the map, Sayeko. I tire of your games.”
“Hai,” Sayeko replied, tearing the map to pieces and letting them flutter away in the win. The shreds of paper would disintegrate in the coming rain. Indistinguishable lumps in the mud.
“Chikako, give me the scroll,” Amaye voiced, leaping to another thick tree limb. Behind her the blue haired woman increased her pace to become even with her, pulling the scroll from a pocket in her dark orange vest, handing it to her leader. She fell back into line as Amaye took and pocketed the scroll in her own vest. It was she who would present the missive to the Hokage. It was she who would greet the blond and his child when they found them.
Amaye couldn't wait.
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Dream: Before anyone gets their panties in a twist, these four are supporting characters. They play only a minor part in the bigger scheme of things. I've told you on of their purposes for being there, but I won't disclose anything just yet. That must wait so be patient.
Itachi: Tell me.
Dream:No.
Itachi:Why not?
Dream: Because I don't want to. Now go away.
Itachi: You never tell me anything.
Dream: Sure I do.
Itachi: Tch. Liar. Do they at least get to torment Sasuke? I believe he needs it.
Dream: Why of course my dear! I believe we'll leave that to Aki though. She may be more adept at such a task.
Itachi: Well at least someone's doing it. I am wondering though. Am I even going to be in this story?
Dream: Not likely. I don't think I'll be able to find a way to work you in. I can try though if that makes you feel any better.
Itachi: -Sighs- I suppose it's better than nothing.
Dream: Indeed. Now then. Review faithful monkeys! I mean reviewers... yes. That's it. I do so love hearing your opinions. So please let me know what you think, and I apologize for the long wait.
(1) Aki - “Autumn; bright'”
(2) Chikako - “Child of wisdom”
(3) Amaye - “Night rain”
(4) Sayeko - “Serene child ”
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