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Tenebroso
By : ofphenwa
Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Title: Tenebroso

Author: ofphenwa

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Dub-con, incest, violence

Summary: Having obtained what he desires, Minato keeps a stranglehold of his most precious treasure, Naruto. Should Naruto be taken away from him, Minato will gladly burn the world down in his dark madness. Is there an end to the nightmare?

A/N: Cats are sure being let out of the bag at a regular pace.

Tenebroso

As the head of the Konoha Military Police Force, Uchiha Fugaku was required to meet the Hokage weekly to ensure smooth relations between the Konoha shinobi forces and the police. It was a chore having to do so when he would rather spend the day with his family, but duty called. Mikoto helped him put on his uniform vest as his two sons ate breakfast at the kitchen table (well, Itachi was eating and Sasuke was splattering milk everywhere on the baby chair with gleeful shouts). Giving his wife a quick peck on the cheek, Fugaku said, “I’ll be back soon.”

“Take care of yourself, dear.” Mikoto smiled as she sent him off. There was a loud smack, clatter and shout behind her. She turned around and ruefully looked at the messy scene before her; Sasuke had somehow managed to upend his bowl of cereal on Itachi, having banged the baby chair too enthusiastically. Mikoto hid a laugh at the dumbfounded expression on Itachi’s face; he was so adorable! Tweaking Sasuke’s nose, she gently admonished him, “Don’t play with your food.”

As Sasuke giggled, still too young to understand her, Mikoto turned to Itachi and suggested, “Why don’t you take a bath before the food dries, Itachi? You can put the clothes in the laundry bag.”

“Yes, mother.” Itachi was sullenly pouting as he trotted off to the shower. Before he left earshot, Mikoto caught him muttering, “I wish that I hadn’t asked for a brother. Sasuke would be so much easier as a girl!”

Mikoto couldn’t help but snort in laughter.

The meeting was going well but Fugaku was feeling miffed because the Hokage didn’t seem to be fully focused. Damn it, did Minato have to play up the blond ditz stereotype right now? He’d always never liked it whenever Minato pulled it at Academy on the teachers as kids. His blue eyes wide in faux innocence and his young cherubic face (which Kushina often called girly) easily had their teacher, a middle-aged kunoichi twisted around his little finger. Even as young children, Minato had always been very sharp beneath that blond pretty-boy image, secretly laughing at others who underestimated him and thought him a ditz. So no, Fugaku certainly did not appreciate being treated like a moron. Irritated, he slammed his thick folders on the table and barked, “Hokage-sama! Are you paying attention?!” I’ll fry your ass if you aren’t, Hokage or no.

“Hmm? Oh of course, I was. You were just saying that you’re considering increasing the quota of non-Uchiha in the Military Police, right? In return for letting the Military Police more control over their internal affairs.” Minato directly looked at him for the first time, his blue eyes sharpening with keen intellect. Fugaku restrained the urge to recoil and suppressed the instinctive flare of his Sharingan as the Hokage’s intent attention focused on him like a laser. It was unnerving.

“…Yes. That’s what I was talking about.” Fugaku grudgingly conceded, “My apologies.”

“No, it’s quite alright. I should apologise. I am feeling quite distracted and I don’t think I’ll be able to function well for the rest of today. Shall we cut this meeting short? We can arrange another meeting at your convenience. It’s a great day to have a picnic with your family after all.” Minato genially said as he rose from his chair. Fugaku thought about it and relented with a huff; there wasn’t much else on the agenda that was urgent or really important anyway. He would really like to spend the day with his family. Gathering up his materials, he nodded, “Fine. I’ll let your secretary know of our next appointment.”

“Thank you for coming, Uchiha-san…” Before Fugaku opened the door, Minato continued, “If you don’t mind me asking, where did you get that bracelet from?”

Fugaku looked at the mentioned bracelet which had been given to him by Itachi; his son hadn’t liked the red cloud patterns on the bracelet his female classmates had given him. He never liked the colour red. He shrugged, “Beats me. My son gave it to me when he didn’t want it. Apparently, some girls in his class gave it to him.”

“I see… Your son has good taste. It’s kind of tacky, isn’t it?” Minato commented with a thoughtful frown. Fugaku rolled his eyes, not deigning to voice a thousand come-backs, all of them recycled Kushina’s sound-bites on the Hokage’s “effeminateness”. He only gave a parting shot, “Maybe you should think about having kids yourself, Minato.”

As he left, he never heard Minato laugh at the irony.

Minato felt a bit ashamed for failing to pay attention to Fugaku; he’d been incredibly distracted by the little trinket hanging around his wrist, an almost delicate silver bracelet with red cloud beads. There was a nagging familiarity about those motifs that yanked at his mind insistently like healing stitches that had yet to be removed from his flesh. He tried to remember where he might have seen them but his mind grew foggy. He strained hard to reach beyond the fog and for a moment, he saw a flash of red and black in his mind’s eye. Then sharp pain hit him like a brick.

Grunting, Minato quickly pressed his hand to his forehead, drawing on Sage meditation techniques (like his teacher Jiraiya and Naruto, he too had attempted to become a Sage but soon gave it up when he realised that it didn’t fit his style and that he didn’t have the mindset befitting of a Sage) to will away the migraine. Ow, that had hurt like a motherfucker! What was it that he had seen? Why did it make him feel so uncomfortable? Before he could consider an investigation into the mysterious memory, his secretary entered with a pile of documents in her arms and he sighed heavily. Later then. Why, oh why, didn’t anyone tell him that the job came with so much paperwork? He had been far happier as a simple jounin.

Hours later, Minato finally placed the last document on the pile of completed work and pushed it aside. With all the miscellaneous data and facts jostling in his head, he completely forgot all about the strange memory and his migraine. It was like he had never experienced them, they having been white-washed away and hidden by fog. He was only left with a faint nagging feeling that he had forgotten something and even then, that feeling was soon forgotten. Rolling his shoulders and neck with cricking noises as bones popped, he came to a realisation.

“I don’t really know Naruto’s past at all... do I?”

It was true. For such a loud person, Naruto surprisingly spoke revealingly little of himself. Minato only knew his birthday 10th October, for god’s sake! In hindsight, he could understand the reason for his secretiveness – he was technically from the future and a carelessly slipped word or action could inadvertently change something important. Not to mention hiding the very controversial fact that they were related. But now, surely, it should be alright to ask.

He was admittedly very curious about Naruto’s past, which ironically, would have been his future. He wanted to know who had been his teacher, genin team-mates and so forth. He…also wanted to know what happened to the other him and the other Kushina. It wasn’t for narcissistic reasons but a morbid fascination. Just what were they like to have produced Naruto? Why had he married her? Trailing his fingers thoughtfully over his own smooth cheeks as he recalled the strange whiskers on Naruto’s face, he also wanted to know what had caused those strange marks.

If the other Kushina had also been a jinchuuriki, it would prove beyond question that Naruto was perfect for being the next vessel – he would have been exposed to Kyuubi’s chakra during gestation in the other Kushina’s womb and his whisker marks proved it. Being an Uzumaki himself, he was also granted the unique Uzumaki bloodline of being able to control demons. Then if you went into yin/yang theory, Naruto would also have made a better vessel than Kushina – being a male, he was yang and therefore a perfect counter-balance to Kyuubi’s yin, unlike the female Kushina’s yin. Minato grinned wolfishly; it was really quite perfect, as if it had been all pre-destined.

Then the grin slipped from his face. The question was; would Naruto really want to become a jinchuuriki? Even though it was pragmatic to turn him into the next jinchuuriki, he didn’t want to push such a burden onto him without his consent. He was also deeply concerned that Naruto might not be able to withstand the stress of holding such a powerful and malevolent being inside him – he was already an adult unlike Kushina who had been a young child when she took over from Mito.

How reckless! If not for the shocking revelation of their relationship that gave him pause, Minato would have not stopped to consider the possible risks to Naruto and simply went ahead with sealing Kyuubi in him. Now with the knowledge that Naruto was his sort-of-future-son, he had even more motivation to keep him safe, even from his stupidly impulsive decisions. Naruto deserved the right to have a choice – if he refused, Minato would simply look for another alternative; he could leave Kushina alive but incapacitated. While he could not keep Kyuubi under control, he could definitely keep its container under control.

He was well aware of what would happen to Kushina when Kyuubi was removed from her – she would simply die out of extreme chakra exhaustion. Minato really didn’t feel anything at all at the prospect, not even a twinge of guilt or revulsion. It was as though Kushina was just any other assassination target. If anything, he only felt a bit regretful that he didn’t care about her at all anymore. His first love was gone. Luckily for her, Minato would only implement this plan if she went too far. Watching the clouds, he mused to himself, “Kushina had better watch herself very carefully if she doesn’t want to end up dead or worse...”

Naruto was feeling extremely content as he strolled into the jounin lounge, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his colleagues who wolf-whistled and sing-songed, “Someone got laid!”

“At least, I got laid. Did you have a good time with your left hands?” Naruto snarked good-naturedly as he grinned at them. Some of his colleagues were actually parents of his old friends and the others were new faces to him (they had either died on the day he was born in the Kyuubi attack or he was too young to remember them when they died later on in the line of duty.) He especially made it a point to get to know Iruka-sensei’s parents. It still felt a bit strange to be chatting so casually with these people who were his old friends’ parents but it helped a lot that they were so much like his old friends. The apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree. Yamanaka Inoichi with less wrinkles on his face, leaned forward with an eerily familiar gleam in his eyes and eagerly asked, “So, who was she?”

Man, Ino and Inoichi are way too alike in their love for gossip.

Trying to imagine Minato as a woman was a mind-breaking effort and made him laugh inside his mind. Taking a seat with them, he made a show of trying to remember the name of the mysterious “lady” or several. He drawled, “I don’t remember actually… they all tend to run together, you know? It’s great being a Kage Bunshin master.”

You could hear a pin drop in the sudden jealous, scandalised and awed silence that fell over the jounin lounge. Naruto took a look around the table and laughed at the dumbfounded/jealous expressions on the men and the scandalised/intrigued expressions on the women. Putting his hands up defensively, he said, “I’m just pulling your legs, you guys. I’m not a playboy and I’m not that perverted!”

“I’d definitely hope so, Naruto-kun.” A familiar voice sweetly said behind him as hands landed on his shoulders. Naruto leaned back to look up at her, hiding his slight nervousness with a smile, “Oh hey, Kushina-chan. You know that I would never cheat on anyone, right?”

Kushina flirtatiously smiled and leaned down, resting her head on top of his. She seductively replied, “Of course, dear. You know what I would do to playboys and perverts, right?”

Naruto choked, not expecting that response and he wasn’t alone as the rest of the room gawked at them. Inoichi was wearing a wide grin on his face, “You’re good, Naruto. Really good. You actually snagged the ‘Red Habanero’! You beat the Hokage!”

Try the other way round, idiot! What’s Kushina’s game?! It’s going to be so awkward if Kushina’s for real… One ‘parent’ is already bad enough, I don’t need two! Man, Minato’s not going to be happy…

To her credit, Kushina only glared at Inoichi and Naruto was trying not to freak out and blurt out the truth. Then she suddenly grinned and lightly slapped Naruto’s head, “Gotcha! When I heard you bullshitting them, I just couldn’t resist pulling a prank on you guys as well, you included, Naruto!”

“…That was mean, Kushina-chan. You got all my hopes up!” Naruto pouted at her, secretly relieved that it had just only been a prank.

“Sorry. But yeah, so spill, who’s your new girlfriend?” Kushina unrepentantly asked as she sat down beside Naruto, flicking her long red hair over her shoulder. Naruto contained a loud groan; crap, just what had he gotten himself into? How was he going to get out of this mess? The expressions on the people’s faces around the table were noticeably blank, an indication of their eagerness to learn who he was dating. Ninjas were inherently such big gossips. Flinging up his hands in the air, Naruto exclaimed, “Why are you so eager to know who I’m seeing?! Get a life.”

“Actually, we have good reason to be curious, Naruto.” Surprisingly, it was the stoic Aburame Shibi who answered. Naruto snapped his eyes at him. He continued, “Ever since you joined us before the Third Shinobi War with the Yondaime’s vouching, you have never been seen with anyone. You have also shown no indication of being interested in anyone. You’re a very powerful man if albeit…unconventional and your future children would bring strength to Konoha.”

“…Er.”

Naruto was lost for words. It was rather shockingly frank, almost rude, but it was vital for the hidden villages to seek the progeny of strong kunoichi and shinobi to replenish and strengthen the village’s forces. Apparently, this militaristic and ruthlessly pragmatic mindset had dwindled down during his time, perhaps as a result of lengthy period of peace Konoha experienced. A quick glance around the table showed that the rest of the people agreed with Shibi, especially the Ino-Shika-Cho trio. His mind was quickly spinning in circles and rambling.

…I don’t think it’s possible for two men to have children and besides, there’re all sorts of genetic problems with incest, if you look past all that Bloodline crap. Fuck, what do I say? Do I have to say that I’m asexual?! Or that you’re already looking at the strongest possible combo of the freaking Yellow Flash and the Red Habanero – no wait, that would make it even worse and open a whole new can of trouble I do not need. Fuck.

“…Wow, okay. I’m flattered.” He finally managed. Looking skywards, he thought to himself, “Okay, time to man up, Naruto. Tell them you’re dating the Yondaime Hokage – it’ll be out sooner or later anyway when the Council starts badgering him about having children like they’re doing to me right now. Best to get it over and done with. It’s not like you have to tell them you’re his sort-of-future-son as well – come on, that’s both stupidly social and career suicide for both Minato and me.”

Taking a deep breath, Naruto finally looked at everyone at the table, ignoring how everyone else in the lounge was straining to listen, failing to hide their visible interest. “I’m…” He caught a glimpse of Kushina’s curious face and he just couldn’t spit out the entire truth. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt her feelings. He lamely finished, “I’m seeing another guy.”

Dead silence. Then the lounge exploded into a unanimous roar as they finally processed Naruto’s unexpected reply, “YOU’RE GAY?!”

“…I’m bisexual, actually. But yeah, I’m seeing a guy.” Naruto slid down in his chair, wondering if he had made a huge mistake. He also faintly wished that he had a camera with him right now because the expressions on their faces were really hilarious. His old friends would have gotten a good chuckle or two.
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Tenebroso	By : ofphenwa Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO series and make no profit from it.

Tenebroso