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Fox Magic	By : megladon129 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
Author�s
note: Sorry about the delay in updating.
Quite honestly, AFF�s uploading system is a terrific pain in the butt, and I
forgot to do it/put off having to do it. And since I have no idea whether
anyone�s really paying attention or not, every Friday it kind of slipped my
mind. >_>

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thank you very much for your kind words *huggles*,
and I�m sorry for making you wait. ^_^;;

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Enjoy.

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Sasuke paused in the open doorway to
his darkening bedroom, one hand reaching towards the light switch on the wall.
With a gentle flick, the yellow light spilled over the room and banished the
early evening darkness. As he'd suspected, Kyuubi lay curled up on his bed,
face buried in his multitudinous tails. Sighing in a put-upon
manner, Sasuke strode to the side of the bed, folded his arms over his chest,
and glared down at the fox.
"Kyuubi, you mind telling me
what the hell that was about?"
The fox didn't move a muscle. He was
so still that Sasuke found himself staring at the fox's side, just to make sure
that it was expanding and contracting with the demon's breath. Frowning, Sasuke
unfolded his arms and gingerly sat on the bed.
"Kyuubi?" When he still
received no reply, Sasuke reached out and placed a hand upon Kyuubi's back. The
fox flinched, but he still said nothing. Huffing, Sasuke folded his arms over
his chest again and thought. Memories of their time spent in his head began to
filter back to him, up until the moment when Naruto had tried to heal that
giant scar cloud in his mind.
�Oh.
"That cloud," Sasuke began
slowly. "That had to do with my family dying, didn't it?"
Kyuubi curled into a tighter ball.
Sasuke frowned down at him. "Then why are you so upset? You were
still trapped in your box, right?" Kyuubi nodded beneath his tails,
causing them to bob and slide apart. "Then you shouldn't be apologizing to
me. Itachi's the one who ruined my life, not you."
Silence settled upon the room as
Kyuubi rearranged his tails, covering his head more thoroughly.
"�Feels like it's my
fault," the fox finally muttered. Surprised, Sasuke blinked and raised his
eyebrows.
"Yeah, well, it isn't. So stop
acting like a sopping wet baby."
" 'M not acting like a baby," Kyuubi grumbled.
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke once again
placed his hand on Kyuubi's back, rubbing his flank gently with his thumb.
Kyuubi twitched.
"You are acting like a
baby, Mr. Couple-of-Centuries-Old. Now stop hiding in your tails. You look
ridiculous."
When the fox stubbornly refused to
withdraw his head, Sasuke glowered down at him. "Don't make me do
something drastic, Kyuubi."
In response, Kyuubi defiantly curled
up into a tighter ball, until all that could be seen of him was his tails.
Sasuke shook his head.
"Alright. You asked for
it."
Leaning over, Sasuke buried his
hands in the thick bundle of tails, ignoring the little yelp
from Kyuubi. Managing to slide his hands underneath the fox's front legs, he
hauled Kyuubi up into the air. The fox's tails dropped down by default, leaving
a bewildered vulpine face in their wake. Still holding the limp fox aloft,
Sasuke awkwardly climbed the rest of the way onto the bed, leaned against the
headboard, and pulled the fox into his chest, arms folded under Kyuubi's front
legs. Kyuubi's tails dangled between Sasuke's raised knees.
Kyuubi's confusion practically
radiated throughout the room. Sasuke smirked.
"You're the one who wanted to
be my pet so badly," he stated imperiously. "I'm sure you can deal
with the indignity of being 'cuddled.'"
"Wha�
You� Put me down!!" Kyuubi squirmed in his grasp, but Sasuke's position
under his forelegs kept him from getting very far. "This is so� Argh! You're an Uchiha! You're not supposed to want to cuddle
with me!"
"Who said I wanted
to?" Sasuke challenged. "I can't punish you through normal means,
because I almost killed you the last time. Humiliating you seems to be fair
enough."
"Nyaaaaaargh!
Dammit!" Tails batted ineffectually at Sasuke's
legs as the fox demon tried to wriggle away, but Sasuke wasn't a ninja for
nothing. With a large huff, Kyuubi eventually gave up, hanging limply from
Sasuke's grip. "You really are a bastard, you know that?"
Sasuke snorted, shifting to find a
more comfortable position with the fox on his chest. Kyuubi's back was
astonishingly warm, almost like Sasuke was cuddling a hot water bottle wrapped
in fur. Kyuubi muttered something under his breath, but he didn't try to get
away again. Sighing, Sasuke leaned his head back against the headboard and
closed his eyes.
"Kyuubi?"
"Ngh."
The Uchiha heir smirked at the
disgruntled noise that he got for a reply. "Why were you locked away for
so long? With power like yours under our control, I'd think that the Uchiha
family would be fighting each other just for the chance to be with you. Why the
hell would you end up sealed away long enough for everyone to forget about
you?"
Kyuubi didn't reply, shifting
uncomfortably. Sasuke squeezed him in warning.
"Well?" Sasuke questioned,
eyebrows furrowing. "One hundred and fifty years, as you've said, is a
long time. Knowing my family, that's absurd."
After a long moment of tense
silence, Kyuubi finally replied. "It is absurd. But imagine, if you will, an entire family of powerful, power-hungry
morons. Then toss me into the mix. Whatever Uchiha became my master
would undoubtedly become the strongest in the family, right?"
"Right�"
"So imagine someone was chosen
to become my master, and it wasn't you. You thought you were better fit
to run the family. What would you do?"
Comprehension dawned. "Fight
for you. The whole family could dissolve into civil war, just over you."
Kyuubi simply gave a short nod,
refraining from commenting further. Sasuke frowned. "Is that what happened?
The family broke out into war?"
"Not exactly. The truth of it
is, to avoid these�conflicts, the heads of the Uchiha family decided to
make the position of 'genie's master' a bit less �desirable."
"How?" Sasuke replied
incredulously. "I mean, yeah, you're a pain in the ass, but any Uchiha
worth his mettle could deal with that. And your master would be able to just
wish himself out of whatever trouble the heads of the family chose. How could
they make it 'less desirable'?"
Kyuubi paused, then
craned his head back to look at Sasuke. His eyes burned red.
"By promising them complete and
utter isolation from everything and everyone they held dear."
*�� *�� *

Thunder rumbled through the dark
valley, lightning screaming across the sky. Rain pounded down in blankets
rather than sheets, soaking Itachi to the bone. The normally expressionless man
scowled, fighting his cloak as it tried to run off with the wind racing by.
Itachi was no fool�if he'd had any warning that this storm was going to appear,
he would have gone for shelter. Instead, this storm has cropped up out of a
perfectly clear evening sky, almost as though it had appeared purely for
Itachi's sake. The next clap of thunder caused even the stones beneath his feet
to vibrate.
Gasping for air in the biting wind,
Itachi raced for the sloping rock face beside the valley trail. Several dark
patches marred the cliff's face, possibly indicating caves that he could hide
in. As soon as he touched the rock wall, the wind changed direction. Pain
lanced through him as he was thrown against the jagged surface, the wind
howling in his ears.
"What the fuck is
this??" he ground out, forcing himself away from the rocks enough to begin
to climb. His arms trembled with the strain, alternately clinging to and
pushing away from the rocks as the wind tried to batter him against them, then
tried to rip him away. If he didn't know better, he'd say that the storm was
honestly trying to kill him.
Finally, Itachi managed to drag
himself into a small hollow in the cliff face. The cave was barely big enough
for him, but the wind was muted and the rain couldn't get in, so he called it a
win. Gasping for air, he tucked his legs up against his chest to conserve
warmth.
Lightning struck the cliff,
momentarily blinding him.
Arms up to shield his face, Itachi
found himself praying that the shuddering cliff side wouldn't cause his little
hideout to cave in. As much as he wanted to die, this really wasn't the way he
wanted to go. When the rocks stopped trembling, he lowered his arms.
The cave had grown larger,
stretching out from him on all sides. Mother could have thrown a dinner
party, it had grown so big. Itachi found shivers racing down his spine. He
hadn't been this afraid since�
"Good evening, Uchiha
Itachi."
The man in question froze, his heart
skipping a beat. He turned slowly to the cave opening.
A tall man stood there, illuminated
by the crazed lightning show behind him. His long black hair was tousled by the
wind, but his immaculate, grey kimono jacket and pants appeared impervious to
the elements. With a slow smirk, the man lifted a hand to his long, thin black
beard, stroking it gently.
"I have a favor to ask of
you," he stated, his deep, cultured voice filling the cavern. That voice
reverberated off the walls and into Itachi's ears, pounding in his head like a
god-given decree.
Breathing heavily, Itachi stumbled
backwards. His heart was pounding in his chest, pounding so hard that he feared
it would soon burst. The edges of his vision turned black.
The man took a step forward,
bringing the storm's wind with him. It raced throughout the cavern, howling in
Itachi's ears. When the wind departed, it left the cavern with the faint scent
of the sea. Itachi fell back against the cave wall, staring up at the strange man
with inexplicable fear. The man continued forward, pausing before the elder
Uchiha brother.
The man smiled.
Itachi passed out.
*�� *�� *

Six-year-old Itachi stared down at
his infant brother, who was curled up on a soft blanket, sleeping. His baby
brother's tiny lips were open, and Itachi was fairly sure that he was drooling.
All in all, Sasuke wasn't what Itachi had thought he would be�he'd heard that
babies were loud and smelly, and that his parents would love him less because
they had to share some with his new brother. Sasuke was actually a fairly quiet
baby, and he was only stinky some of the time. Itachi wasn't entirely
sure his parents even liked Sasuke all that much, since the maids took care of
the baby more often than they did. Even Itachi wasn't often allowed this close
to the baby; he'd snuck in today as soon as the maids were distracted
elsewhere, so that he could finally take a good look. Solemnly, Itachi nodded
his head.
"We're brothers," he
whispered. "I'll look out for you."
At that moment, Uchiha Itachi
decided that he desperately loved his little brother. Nothing would ever be
able to come between them, he was sure of it.
As if aware that he was being
considered, Sasuke opened his eyes. His face automatically crumpled, and he
inhaled as if ready to scream for attention. Quickly, Itachi stuck his hand
into the bassinet, touching his baby brother's hand. Sasuke's face cleared
immediately, and his large black eyes blinked up at Itachi as his chubby
fingers clumsily closed over Itachi's index finger. Itachi smiled.
"Ohayou,
little brother," he whispered. "I'm Itachi. I'm your big brother. You
can call me 'oniichan' if you want, but only when
we're alone, okay? If Father's around, you should call me 'aniki.'"
Sasuke just stared at him. Itachi
shook his head.
"You'll get it
eventually." He gently tugged at his finger, causing his brother's hand to
swing back and forth. "We're going to be a team, you and I. Just the two
of us against the world."
Sasuke gave him a big, toothless
grin. Itachi chuckled.
"I shouldn't even be in here,
because I could get in big trouble. So don't tell the maids, okay?" Itachi
mimed being quiet by pressing his fingers against his lips. "Shhhh."
Sasuke gurgled in agreement.
Ever so gently, Itachi pulled his
hand free and smiled down at his brother. "Go back to sleep now, Sasuke.
I'll sneak in to see you later, okay?"
As if in complete agreement,
Sasuke's eyes drooped, and the baby returned to sleep. Activating his
Sharingan�and boy, wasn't Father proud when he'd realized that Itachi had
developed it so young�Itachi scanned the hallways for the still-absent maids.
He snuck cautiously out of the nursery and headed down the hallway. Grinning,
he watched as the residual chakra people left behind faded on the walls and
floors. Having the Sharingan was just so cool, and even though he knew
he should deactivate it to give his eyes a rest, Itachi didn't want to. The
world looked so different through the Sharingan.
Itachi reached the door for his father's
study, and he scanned the interior carefully before entering the room. His
father was nowhere in sight. Grinning in a manner most unbefitting an Uchiha,
Itachi raced over to his favorite spot in the entire house.
A small patch of wall on the far end
of the room, between his father's desk and an old bookcase.
That little patch of wall was always
so warm, no matter what season it was. It was even better in the winter, but if
he sat against it just right, the warmth from the wall would seep into him, lulling
him to sleep. He always felt so refreshed afterwards, even if Father caught him
in the room and reprimanded him.
As he'd done a thousand times
before, Itachi placed his whole back flat against the wall and sat down,
tucking his legs up against his chest and wrapping his arms around them. The
warmth in the wall pulsed, spreading into him like a cup of hot chocolate, or
Mother's special winter tea. Closing his eyes, Itachi leaned his head back
against the wall.
And heard something.
Eyes snapping open, Itachi held
still. For a split second, he could swear he'd heard something whispering to
him. A few heartbeats later, he heard it again. A faint, faint whisper, but he
couldn't make out the words. Frowning, Itachi looked down with his Sharingan.
Tiny red tendrils of chakra were
wound about him, flowing through him with the heat that he'd loved so much. Two
tendrils reached up, gently touching his ears. That whisper came again.
"�all of them�"
Itachi stopped breathing, eyes wide.
The two tendrils whispered again, louder than the last time.
"You have t��ll all of�"
Heart pounding, Itachi watched as
the two tendrils pulled away from his ears, waving lightly before his face.
They paused before his eyes, then slowly, slowly,
dipped towards them.
"Itachi! What the hell are you
doing in my study?!"
Gasping, Itachi shut off his
Sharingan. The warmth about him dissipated instantly. "Father!"
Itachi's father stood before him,
arms folded and a glower on his face. Shaken, Itachi staggered to his feet.
"I have told you time and again
not to venture into this room without my express permission. Why do you insist
on disobeying me?"
"I�I'm sorry, Father, I
just�" Unable to help himself, Itachi flung a hand back to gesture wildly
at the wall. "Father! What's all of the red chakra in the wall coming
from? Why did it�why did it speak to me, Father??"
The head of the Uchiha family froze, his face completely blank.
"�What did you just say?"
"Red chakra! Red!
It's coming out of the wall, right there!" Desperate to prove his point, Itachi
reactivated his Sharingan, but the mysterious chakra was gone. Confused and
disappointed, he turned to his father. "I� It was there before, Father, I
swear! What�"
With a resounding crack,
Itachi fell to the ground. One hand flew to his face in shock as he stared up
at his father. The older man slowly lowered his shaking hand, then reached down to grab the front of Itachi's shirt. He
hefted the frightened six-year-old into the air.
"Don't you ever, ever
come into this room again," he hissed in a deadly tone. Itachi trembled.
"I don't want to hear another word about this strange chakra, do you
hear me?"
"B-But, Father, it�"
Another blow brought tears to
Itachi's eyes as his father backhanded him.
"Do not disobey
me!"
"I�"
This time, when the hit came, it
didn't stop. His father rained blows upon him, even dropping Itachi to the
ground so that he could use both hands. Itachi curled into a ball, whimpering
in fear. He could taste blood in his mouth, which only frightened him further.
Eventually, his father stopped
hitting him, only to grab him and shake him violently. "If I ever catch
you in this room again, I'll kill you. Do you understand me??"
It wouldn't be until many, many
years had passed that Itachi would be able to recognize the naked terror in his
father's voice. As it was, the six-year-old simply nodded. Itachi's father
dropped him, ran a shaky hand through his prematurely graying hair, and then
stormed out of the room. Itachi lay on the floor for an interminable amount of
time, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, the red chakra spilled out of
the wall again, tangling lazily with the young boy's feet. Something within
Itachi broke that day.
He resolved to sneak into his
father's study at every free opportunity, consequences be damned.
Itachi never snuck into Sasuke's
nursery again.
*�� *�� *

Sasuke stared at the fox in his lap
in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? How could they be
isolated, if they were practically all-powerful with you at their side?"
Kyuubi gave Sasuke a wry smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, but it wasn't that simple. The person who
decided that all future owners would be isolated was one of my masters. On his
deathbed, he was encouraged to wish that all future owners would be unable to
defy the wishes of their family members. If their family wanted them locked
away, they couldn't use me to break their confinement."
Sasuke frowned. "And even
though he died, the wish carried over?"
"Think of it as his Last Will
and Testament. I can't revoke a wish once the master has died, even if my next
owner makes a contradictory wish."
"Hmm." Thinking on this,
Sasuke began to run one hand idly through Kyuubi's fur. The fox started
slightly in surprise, then began to wriggle once more.
Sasuke looked down at him in irritation, but Kyuubi simply twisted until he was
resting on his stomach, then stilled. The fox sighed, blowing a gust of hot air
at Sasuke's chin.
The silence that settled was oddly
comfortable. Sasuke continued to gently smooth his hand down Kyuubi's back, the
fur surprisingly soft under his fingers. Kyuubi remained silent, eyes narrowed
to slits.
Abruptly, Sasuke realized that none
of this explained why he'd been abandoned. Even if they were isolated for life,
wouldn't the promise of power be enough to release him again and again?
Confused, Sasuke opened his mouth to ask.
And the doorbell rang.
Sighing, Sasuke unthinkingly slipped
a hand under Kyuubi's bottom to support him and stood. Kyuubi huffed in
surprise, but other than lifting his forelegs to hook his paws over Sasuke's
shoulders, he did nothing. Carrying the fox demon, Sasuke strode to the front
door. He opened it with a glower.
"What?" he demanded.
Kiba and Neji stood outside his
door, faces grim.
"The Sound ninja escaped,"
Kiba stated in a disgruntled voice. "We didn't even get anything out of
him during his interrogation, since he said it was all his
leader's idea. Hell, we don't even know if the attack was officially sanctioned
by Orochimaru."
"Since you're the only person
in Konoha aside from the Hokage who's had any experience with Orochimaru, we
were hoping that you could shed some light on the situation." Neji glanced
briefly at the fox in Sasuke's arms, who was staring at him like he was made of
chicken. He quirked an eyebrow. "May we come in?"
Nodding shortly, Sasuke stepped
back. Kiba looked around with interest as he crossed the threshold.
"Hey, where's Naruto? Is he
feeling better after that fiasco yesterday?"
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Sasuke's grip tightened on the fox in his arms, mind
racing. He opened his mouth, a lie leaping to his lips.
"I'm right here, Kiba, and I'm
fine, thanks."
Words died on Sasuke's lips as he
turned to find a pale-faced Naruto standing behind him, leaning against the
wall. Sasuke glanced down at the fox in his arms, but Kyuubi was still staring
at Neji. With a weak smile, Naruto stepped forward.
"I've been sleeping since the
appointment with Tsunade-baachan. What's going
on?"
"The ninja we captured
escaped," Neji replied succinctly. He frowned slightly at Kyuubi, but the
fox barely even blinked.
"Fuck me. Now what do we
do?"
"First, we sit you down before
you fall down," Kiba stated in a surprising burst of mother-henning. "Then we'll find out what Sasuke knows about their
leader."
Disgruntled, Sasuke led them to the
kitchen. To his surprise, the cooking contraption that Naruto had created that
morning was gone, and his normal cooking stove was back. With a nod at the
other seats, he sat down with Kyuubi on his lap. Naruto sat beside him.
"What makes you think that I
know anything?" Sasuke challenged. "I haven't seen Orochimaru in
almost a decade."
Finally breaking his staring contest
with Kyuubi, Neji looked up and frowned at him as he took a seat across the
table.
"Orochimaru took you into his
fold, and managed to teach you a few techniques before you came back. You must
have some understanding of the way he thinks."
Naruto gave him an odd look.
"Who's this Orochimaru guy?"
Sasuke scowled, running a hand idly
over Kyuubi's head and scratching absentmindedly behind the fox's ears. Kyuubi
melted.
Naruto blushed.
"He's a man who used to be a
Konoha ninja before he ran off, became a criminal, and started a new country
made of outcasts and criminals," Sasuke stated shortly. "When I was
twelve, he came to Konoha, started a war between the hidden village of Sand and
Konoha, and kidnapped me."
"A-and you came back
here?" Naruto asked, coughing into his palm. Lifting an eyebrow, Sasuke
deepened the scratching and shifted his other hand to idly smooth the fur on
one of his tails. Naruto's blush deepened, and he
began to shift uncomfortably. Sasuke smirked.
"Yes." Before he could
test his newfound ability to embarrass the fox demon, Kiba cleared his throat
loudly enough to make the fox in his lap jump. Kyuubi hopped down from his lap,
shooting him a dirty look before flitting under the table.
"So, anyway," Kiba
started, eyeing them with an odd look on his face. "Can you think of any
reason Orochimaru would just send a tiny group of hostile ninjas like that?
What would be the point?"
Sasuke frowned, folding his arms
over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "I can't think of any. It
doesn't seem much like him. He's usually sneakier. He could be trying to prove
something, but I can't figure out what."
Neji opened his mouth to reply, but
he was interrupted by Kyuubi leaping up onto his lap. The fox placed both paws
on the flustered Neji's chest, staring up at him for a long moment before
playfully nuzzling his chin.
Sasuke scowled furiously. Unbidden,
his hands clenched into fists. "Kyuubi, get off of Hyuuga's
lap. Now."
Grinning like the idiot he was,
Naruto turned to him. "Aw, but, Sasuke, it looks like Kyuubi likes
him."
Distinctly unamused, Sasuke glared
at him. "He'll be 'liking' the bottom of my foot
up his ass if he doesn't quit it."
Meanwhile, Kyuubi was still ignoring
Neji's protests as he curled up on the man's chest, even leaning forward to nip
at the Hyuuga heir's earlobe. Looking distinctly uncomfortable, Neji tried
pushing at the animal, but the fox wouldn't budge.
"I'd much prefer it if you'd
stop that," Neji declared in a dignified, if strained, tone. Kyuubi gave
him a long, longing glance, then sighed and dropped to the floor. Tails
swirling behind him, he trotted out of the room.
Naruto leaned forward and placed his
elbows on the table, grinning mischievously. "It looks like our little fox
friend has taken a real shine to you, Neji-kun. Why don't you go into the other
room and play with him?"
"Hyuuga has better things to
do," Sasuke spat acidly. The smile dropped right off of Naruto's startled
face, and the blond man slowly straightened in his seat. Shooting him a parting
glare, Sasuke returned his attention to the other two Konoha ninjas, who were
both looking at him like he'd lost his mind. Schooling his face into an
indifferent mask, Sasuke continued. "As I was saying, I can't fathom what
Orochimaru has planned. He obviously didn't expect his attack to succeed, so he
must have had some other intention."
"But what?" Kiba pressed.
"The ninjas who survived weren't even here long enough for
information-gathering, if that's what he wanted."
"Except for the one that
escaped," Neji mused. "He was here long enough to see the interior of
the city and our jail system."
"But Orochimaru already knows
the interior of Konoha by heart." Sasuke frowned. "He wouldn't need
that. And what good would knowing our jails do? We'll
just tighten security after this last mishap."
They sat in silence for a long
moment.
"What if he wasn't trying to do
anything to Konoha directly?" Naruto ventured quietly. "An attack
doesn't just affect the attacker and the attacked, you know."
The others frowned at him.
"What do you mean?" Kiba asked.
"Well, being attacked by
another village could be a sign of increased tensions. It could disrupt trade,
or could rock alliances that were already shaky." Naruto rubbed his chin.
"Are there any neighboring villages that might use this as an excuse to
turn on Konoha?"
The three other ninjas turned to
each other, their faces grim. As one, they replied.
"Sand."
*�� *�� *

Golden eyes glimmered in a stoic
face, watching a floating orb intently. Within the orb, the figure of a man
with white hair raced through the woods at his command. Quietly, a woman
stepped up behind him.
"How is it going?" she
questioned tentatively. The golden-eyed man didn't move.
"Slowly. With any luck, he'll
be able to convince Sound to move against Konoha�as you wished."
The woman sighed, swiping her hair
out of her face. "Will he convince them to attack before Father declares
war?"
The man didn't reply. She wasn't
very surprised.
Shaking her head, she continued,
"Father will want an update, then. I'm sure your spell will continue to
work without you watching it every step of the way. Let's go."
With a wave of the man's hand, the
orb collapsed into a pool of sand. The sand paused briefly on the floor before
moving behind him. Slowly, it trickled into the gourd resting on the small
man's back. Without a word, he stood and turned to face his master, golden eyes
fading to pale blue ringed with the black of a thousand sleepless nights. His
low voice was filled with menace as he replied.
"Yes, Temari-sama."
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