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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER EIGHT: “Heart’s End”
When the Demon Fox came to the throne room at last, the Warlord was climaxing. He grunted as his seed spurted in hot waves into Naruto’s mouth. Naruto swallowed it all, exhausted. Then his master pushed him aside, letting him tumble to his hands and knees at the foot of the throne.
When Naruto looked up, the thick iron doors of Birthright Keep had been ripped to pieces, and the Kitsune was standing before them, a black-and-silver shadow against burning red flames.
“You,” whispered the Kitsune. His voice was so soft beneath the mask that Naruto strained to hear, but there was something wild in it, something tormented. It sounded like the whimper of an animal caught in a hunter’s trap.
“Me,” agreed Uchiha Itachi.
The Lord of the Blood Country rose slowly from his throne, golden robes still hanging open. He did not bother to cover himself; the tip of his penis pointed out at the Demon Fox like a giant swollen finger. “It has been a long time, little fox.” Itachi paused, cold eyes flicking over the ninja’s body. “You were smaller thirteen years ago. And far less troublesome.”
The ninja did not answer for a long moment. Then he said, “So you know.”
“Know who you are? I suspected. A ninja with green eyes and silver hair. A ninja who covers his forehead with the banner of Senju Hagoromo. A ninja who wants me dead. And when I saw you… there could be no mistake.” Every once in a very long while, Uchiha Itachi would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold. “Why, my dear little demon, you look just like me.”
“I’m nothing like you!” the Kitsune suddenly burst out, screaming. “Nothing! You—you killed them! You killed them all, you murderer!”
Naruto could not decide what was more surprising: that his master knew the Kitsune’s identity, or that the Kitsune was, at a most inappropriate time, starting to cry. The ninja’s chest actually shook up and down with wracking sobs, and he was wiping tears from his eyes with his hands.
Naruto laughed loudly. “Are you all right, Demon Fox? You seemed to have turned into a little girl. Or perhaps a pacifist? It is a strange world where an assassin accuses someone else of murder.”
“Shut up!” the Kitsune screamed. “This has nothing to do with you!”
“On the contrary. You still owe me your head.” Naruto slid his sword from its scabbard as he spoke, the blade dazzling bright as it caught the firelight. A rush was in him, a storm in his blood that shouted out for revenge, for violence, for death. He could not remember why he had ever been afraid of this sniveling fool. He licked his lips and they still had the taste of his master’s semen, strong and dark and sticky. I will wash it down with your blood, demon.
His master stayed him. “No, Naruto. Stay back. The Kitsune is mine.”
“But—”
“Give me your sword, Naruto.” Uchiha Itachi reached over and plucked the katana out of Naruto’s hands. Then he turned his gaze back to regard the ninja. “Well, little fox. What are you waiting for? There are no guards; I sent them away. My slaveboy will not interfere. It is just the two of us tonight. You will never have a better opportunity to kill me. That is what you want, isn’t it? Your heart’s end.”
The Kitsune’s green eyes glittered, wet with tears. “Tell me why,” he whispered.
“Why I killed them?” The Warlord shrugged. “Because I could.”
There was an impossibly long silence. It stretched on and on, broken only by the hiss of flames, the cracking of roof timbers in the blistering heat, until Naruto half-thought the Keep would burn down before the fight began. But then all at once the Demon Fox moved, digging into a pouch at his waist. In the next instant a clutch of spinning shuriken came flying at the Warlord.
Naruto did not miss the little paper tags attached to the shuriken. “Exploding tags!” he shouted in warning, throwing himself to one side. The Warlord leaped up, above their path. The shuriken struck the golden throne, exploding, blowing the ancient seat of the Birthright Emperors into a dozen pieces of twisted metal.
Meanwhile Uchiha Itachi was high in the air, long silver hair flapping, open robes billowing behind him, his naked chiseled body like bronze in the firelight. The power of his leap had taken him across the room, right over the Kitsune. Naruto exulted; no one was as strong and fast as his master. No one could stand against him.
But the ninja’s fingers were flashing together in a blur of patterns. “Katon!” he shouted.
A fireball erupted from his face, right at Itachi.
“Master!” Naruto screamed, too far away to help.
Itachi raised two fingers before him as if in prayer. “Suiton!” At once a great torrent of water materialized from nowhere, colliding with the fireball. There was a tremendous hissing sound, and a blast of steam poured out everywhere, filling the room.
For a second Naruto could not see anything. Everything was covered in a warm fog of white, thick as milk. “Master!” he screamed again. Somewhere near he could hear the scrape of steel against steel, the ringing clash of blades. He wanted to help, but he had no weapon, and there was a pit in his stomach besides, a realization that chilled his bones. Master can use magic. He kept it a secret from me.
There was a scream, young and pained, followed by a dull thud against the far wall. The Kitsune. Naruto could see him now, through the fading steam. The ninja was on one knee. Blood was running from deep cuts in his chest and shoulder, and when he raised his head, his spiky silver hair was matted with ashes. “Damnit,” he grunted.
“Foolish little fox,” said the Warlord. The man’s sword was dripping red, and his erect penis was dripping translucent white. “You are scarcely a match for my slaveboy. How can you hope to have a chance against me?”
The Kitsune ran at Itachi, screaming. Itachi turned aside the Kitsune’s kunai with the flat of his blade and then whipped him in the head with his elbow. The blow knocked the ninja into the remains of the golden throne, so hard that he made a dent in the metal. The Kitsune tried to get up, but slipped. Only on the third try did he manage to stagger up. “No,” the Kitsune cried out. “I won’t lose! I—I waited so long—”
“I told you to run, boy. You have returned to your death.” The Warlord flung his katana away, back to Naruto. “I do not need that anymore.” Ever so deliberately, he began to walk toward the ninja.
“Die!” the Kitsune screamed. Once more he ran at Itachi.
Itachi kicked him in the groin. The ninja went down, shrieking and writhing. The Warlord was before him, a bronze giant towering over a slender, broken child. He picked up the Kitsune with his bare hands and slammed him against the ground. There was a sickening crunch as the stone floor cracked. “No!” the ninja gasped. Then Itachi picked him up and slammed him down again.
The Demon Fox did not move. He lay limp upon the floor, limbs sprawled to either side, shock of silver hair stained with blood. The Warlord’s long fine locks hung down over the defeated ninja like a waterfall of ice. They have the same color hair, Naruto thought, though he did not know why.
“You crushed him, Master,” Naruto said. He walked over to Itachi’s side, looking down at the broken assassin. “He’s still breathing. May I do the honors? After all, I seem to have promised to present you the Kitsune’s head.”
“Very well, Naruto.”
Naruto grinned and brought his sword up for the killing stroke.
And in the same instant there was a cracking sound behind them, a whistling hum the boy had heard a thousand times before.
A crossbow!
He twisted just in time, as one of the crossbow bolts grazed his ribs and stabbed into the far wall. The Warlord caught the other bolt in his hand. Unexpectedly, there was an explosive tag attached to it; when the Warlord tried to throw the bolt away it blew up, knocking them both hard to the ground.
Naruto coughed, black spots blanketing his vision, stumbling to his knees. Fuck! There was another crack. Desperately Naruto wrenched himself back; this time the bolt grazed his ear. “Traitor!” the Warlord said from somewhere. He was coughing, too, a wracking hacking howl.
“For the Sage of Six Paths!” a man shouted in return. His voice was familiar, but Naruto could not place it. Then he looked up and he realized it was the drunk poet, Namikaze Nyuka.
The poet did not seem so drunk now. He fired another bolt from his crossbow, another and another, and every one was deadly accurate. “Kitsune!” he cried. “Run, we’ll hold them off!”
That was when Naruto noticed the Demon Fox was staggering out of the doorway. Fuck! he thought again. Elsewhere, somehow, Uchiha Itachi had wrapped his hand around Nyuka’s throat. “You shall die for this,” the Warlord declared. “Your entire clan shall be outcast—”
He would have said more, but just then he was attacked by a girl holding a giant axe. It was the slavegirl from the orgy, the bloodline child. She was unbelievably strong; as she swung the axe down, the stone block beneath split in two. “For the Sage!” she hissed in a voice as rough as her sandpaper skin.
Leaving his master to deal with the traitors, Naruto went after the Kitsune, stumbling through the doors of the Keep into the gardens outside. “You won’t escape, demon!” he shouted.
The ninja did not answer. He ran instead, doing his best to prove Naruto a liar. The Kitsune was hurt, and not as fast as before, but he could still do magic. The slaveboy discovered that when the ninja ran straight up the side of a wall and down the other side. Naruto could not jump so high and was forced to find a slower way around. When he saw the Kitsune again, he feared it might be a smoke illusion, until he noticed the puddles of trailing blood. Ahead there was a high tower, untouched amid burning smoke, and a phalanx of samurai guards. “The Kitsune!” Naruto shouted to them. “Stop him!”
They ignored him, and after he came closer he saw why. The samurai were surrounded by enemies, men holding spears, and kitchen knives, and torches. In the forehead of every one was branded a black mark, the seal of the Blood Country. Slaves. The slaves were rising up… they were killing their masters, they were setting the entire imperial palace on fire. The sky was red with a swarm of burning cinders. Naruto would have been shocked if he had not been so intent on the chase before him. The Kitsune was just in front of him, so close Naruto could touch the ninja’s shadow.
Then the Kitsune stumbled, clutching his side, and Naruto was on him. Naruto’s first cut was parried, but his second sliced halfway down the ninja’s forearm. The Kitsune fell back, almost losing his balance. “Damnit,” he gasped.
Naruto laughed. “The taste of my blade seems not to agree with you.”
“Shut up!” the Kitsune shouted. “You don’t know anything, Naruto!”
“How odd. This know-nothing is about to kill you.”
He attacked again, his katana a whirling storm, battering the ninja with a tornado of steel. Somehow the Kitsune held his ground, and then countered, his twin kunai stabbing, slashing, driving Naruto backward. The ninja suddenly seemed like a man possessed. “You’re such a good little slave!” he shouted. “Why? He took your freedom. He beats you, he hurts you! Why do you follow him? Why him?”
Something had changed in the Kitsune’s voice. The feral growl was gone, and in its place was something light, ringing. Something that made Naruto hesitate. “He is my master,” he said.
“But you don’t love him!”
Naruto’s eyes widened. For an instant he was so astonished he could not move. And in that moment the Demon Fox turned, ran, and jumped off the side of the palace.
Shit! The boy made to pursue, but skidded to a stop at the edge of the battlement walls. They were on the south side of the High District, facing the sea, and beyond the palace there was a sheer vertical drop, at least three hundred yards. Nothing lay below but hard, tiled rooftops. If I jump I’ll break every bone in my back.
Regrettably, the Kitsune had not jumped; he was running down the wall instead, feet sticking to the stones with magic, a flying black shadow. “Kitsune!” Naruto yelled. There was no answer.
Naruto thought of his promise to bring back the ninja’s head. He thought of his master’s scarred face, cold and dead and merciless. And he thought of Sasuke, Sasuke whispering in his ear, begging him not to leave. Jumping off the wall was likely death, but if he had learned one thing from Uchiha Itachi, it was that there were far worse fates than death. If he let the Kitsune escape again, he would wish he had never lived.
The slaveboy jumped.
Like a screeching beast the wind rose up to meet him, a pounding near as loud as Naruto’s own beating heart. The stones of the palace flashed by in a blur. His eyes were burning, they were ablaze with blood. He could see the Kitsune below, on the rooftops, a pinprick that became a black silver giant. “Kitsune!” the boy screamed with his last, desperate breath, and brought his sword down.
The ninja looked up.
“You dummy!” he shouted, and leaped in the air right at Naruto. Naruto had expected the ninja to dodge, not to fly at him, and his katana slashed at empty space. There was a crunch as their bodies collided, and then Naruto’s momentum carried them both downwards, through a roof and then hard against a wooden floor. Naruto rolled and tumbled violently until at last he struck a stone statue, his head slamming the marble so hard it cracked. He groaned, utterly stunned. His vision was a black haze. Everything was going cold, and he knew he had only a moment of consciousness left.
Something was on top of him. It was heavy and warm, and when he shook his head, he saw it was the Kitsune. Glittering eyes stared down into his own, large and gleaming like a cat’s, as green as jade. “Did I return the favor now, Naruto?” the Kitsune whispered. Naruto didn’t understand. What favor had he ever given the Kitsune? But there was something wrong. Something… those eyes… The ninja giggled. “You made me promise not to fly, but you don’t take your own advice.”
Naruto was blacking out, but he had to see. With his last strength he pulled at the Kitsune’s mask, and the cloth tore. And then he saw the Kitsune’s true face.
Bloody hell, I’ve been fucking the Demon Fox, Naruto had just time enough to think. Then the darkness took him.
Next: CHAPTER NINE: “The Master’s Shadow”
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