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Fair is fair, a deal is a deal	By : foxkitsune300 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~*~*~*~*Chapter 7~*~*~*~*
I felt the damp cold cloth placed upon my forehead, I wanted to open my eyes but my eyelids refused to cooperate with my commands, in a mater of seconds the once cold damp cloth was warm.
I knew I had a fever, I didn't think it was this bad, I felt the cloth once again removed, damped in cold water, and replaced, the room was silent, my breathing and the breathing of my caregiver were the only sounds in the room.
I continued the fight with my eye lids, desperately trying to open them, to see who was with me, who was caring for me, and who was the one who saved me from the cold dark streets.
I heard the door open, and heard the sounds of footsteps get closer and closer to my bed, and towards my caregiver
“Any improvement?”
“Not really, he's pretty bad... What did Sakura say?”
“She said to just keep getting the fever down... She is swamped tonight” I heard the familiar male voice beside me mumble a soft curse, before I felt the cold cloth touch my forehead again
“You think he'll be ok for tonight? He's got a really high fever”
“He will be fine, he's a strong kid, stop hovering over him like a mother hen”
“Easy for you to say... Your heart is as cold as ice”
“Ouch... And here I thought we loved each other” I admitted the voiced sounded familiar, yet I couldn't pinpoint it, couldn't recall where I had heard them before, I felt idiotic, of course I knew these men, they are Konoha villagers, I probably spent my life with them, people change, and in ten years their voices could have dropped or heightened, and since my fight with my eye lids was still a loosing battle, I finally gave up and allowed myself to drift off into a slumber
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“Can I ask you... What is your name?” I admit I hated the guy, he was annoying, a jerk, and he seemed to only enjoy tormenting me, but in the darkness of my mind Kyuubi refused to talk to me, which left me with the only other person there.
The shinigami
“I do not have a name... My mother did not wish to allow me a chance at surviving... I was never born... I was never given a name”
“Really?” I watched as his black eyes stared towards me, before turning away staring towards the large bars of the Kyuubi's cage
“My mother chose to die... Didn't try to find another way out of death... My mother gave up before allowing me to have a chance..”
“You... Never lived?”
“shinigami are souls of the unborn, the ones who never get a chance to live, it is their chance to live a life...”
“Did you ever meet your mom?”
“Yes... And my hate for that person burns more and more everyday” I was saddened by his words, I was unsure why I was so sad, but I was, I felt as if my heart were breaking for this poor child, we shared a similar fate, no parents, lived alone with no one to care for us.
But I had been allowed to live, he hadn't, and he didn't even get a chance to be named, he was truly alone
“well I can't keep calling you 'shinigami' or jerk anymore, I need to call you something”
“I do not own a name”
“Hisoka!”
“What?” the confusion in his eyes brought a smile to my lips, his eyes were confused, stunned, and yet I saw a slight sparkle of hope.
Hope that he would finally get something he had been wanting for years
“I will call you Hisoka, it suits you I think” His face changed from the pale porcelain colour to a bright red, he averted his gaze from mine, and lowered his head allowing his blonde hair to fall over his face, hiding his blush from my view
“Thank you” I heard him mumble softly into his clothing, then all was silent, and for the first time since I had met my shinigami I felt at ease, as if his hate towards me had dwindled ever slightly
“How long am I going to stay in this form?”
“Not long... That body is dying... As you can tell...” I stared towards the Kyuubi's cage, watching her sleep, a nagging voice at the back of my head questioned the shinigami more and more, until finally I could no longer ignore that annoying voice
“Why did you bring me here in the first place? If not to live long...”
“I want you to see your mistake, I want you to regret your decision” I felt my self-restraint pulling, I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, I had given up my life for my village, for my people! My friends and 'family' would survive because of my sacrifice!
“You don't get it do you?! How thick headed are you!?”
“I get that from my mother... And its my choice on what happens to you! You gave your life up to me, I can take it to hell, heaven, or put you through anything I like damn it!” I couldn't take it, I didn't want to be around him anymore, I could feel his coal black eyes staring at me as I stood, and stepped away, I wouldn't talk to him, I wouldn't be near him, I would continue life in the world of the living, until the body he created for me finally gave in and died.
I would play his fucking game, and I would prove to him I did no wrong, I would prove he was wrong.
I would show that self centred prick.
As I opened my eyes, I felt the cold cloth once again rest upon my forehead, trying to cool off the fever that had taken over, the slight that greeted me was the kind, loving chocolate brown eyes I had grown up to once love and adore.
Iruka hadn't changed much, a few new scars on his left cheek and jaw line married his skin, but scars always suited Iruka, it made him look pretty bad ass back in my academy days
“Ah good you are awake, I was getting worried” I never realized how much I missed Iruka, my teacher, my best friend, my father figure.
I never realized how hard his death had effected me until I heard his voice for the first time since that night, his sweet loving voice filled my ears, soothed me, and yet saddened me.
The last words I had heard from my teacher, was his screams to protect me, the last time I had seen those sweet chocolate brown eyes, they were filled with tears staring towards me as blood ran down his chest and stomach, the last time I seen those eyes, life began to slip from them.
I felt tears filling my own eyes as my emotions ran wild, I felt the sob within my chest pushing the air from my lungs, I felt my body shake as the tears begun to run down my cheeks.
Then without a word I felt Iruka's arms wrap around my small frail and dying body, holding me close, soothing the crying teen he had never met before.
I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for all the horrible things I put him through when I was child, I wanted to tell him how sorry I was that he had to die to protect me, because I was too slow, because I couldn't beat that damn demon! I wanted to tell him everything, but I couldn't, that fucking shinigami still controlled everything I did
“Hey its ok, your ok! Don't cry” Though his words almost begged me to stop crying, though I knew my tears brought worry to him, I could not stop, I was so happy, overjoyed to see him alive, I was thrilled to know he was doing ok.
I wasn't crying in sadness, I was crying in joy.
But I could not tell him that
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