Behind Steel Bars | By : Agami_Shukagri Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Hey ya’ll! It’s Kuro-kun here. Hehes, welcome back for the next chappie of Behind Steel Bars. This is proving to be more fun than I thought. I’m glad ya’ll seem to be enjoying it as well. It’ll be interesting for ya’ll to see what happens now. I do have the rest of the cycle figured out for who gets Naruto each time. I’m sure you’ve noticed that each chappie it’s a different character. It signifies a day has passed if you haven’t noticed that already. Anyways, enough of me blathering on. Please enjoy and R&R!
Chapter 8: Crow
Itachi
Sauntering through the hallways I went to where I had been told to find Naruto. It’s my day at last with him. My little brother has told me what transpired during his time with him. It’s rather interesting to see how the procedure the leaders used seems to have worked. By now Naruto must have noticed that he could break free if he wanted. Sasuke did say that he had acted out of what he’s supposed to under what’s occured. It proves that there’s still some fight left in him. Good, he’ll need it for when he eventually encounters Madara. Finding the said blonde in the kitchen eating some breakfast meant that he’s getting the hang of navigating around here. Yes, I do indeed want to claim him, but perhaps not this time. Having a normal conversation might ease things along better. Besides, there are actions I can do in place of being close in proximity with our bodies.
“Hey,” greeted Naruto upon noticing my presence.
“Hn, morning,” I said breezily before heading over to prepare a cup of black tea as I prefer it instead of coffee.
Noticing his unease of my intense gaze I waited for him to ask which he eventually did, “Why are you looking at me that way? Do we need to talk about something or am I in trouble?”
“No, you’re not in trouble,” I reassured him, my lips twitching slightly. “There is something I wanted to ask you. Do you want to remain this way or return to what you were before Leader-sama changed you?”
Catching him off guard with my inquiry, he gave it some thought. It’s only natural. Besides, I’m interested to hear what his answer will be. There’s no telling what he’ll respond with depending on if he has or hasn’t discussed things with Kurama first. Knowing the jinchurriki he probably has. Fortunately, unlike others, I have a well of patience to draw upon. Thinking of what Sasuke told me does show some promise. After a sufficient amount of time he finally gives me his response to the question I posed.
“No, I wouldn’t go back,” admitted Naruto simply. “Back in Konoha most of the people there hated me because of what’s sealed inside. No one noticed that I’m just like them except my teammates and the others in the Rookie Nine.”
“Hmm, that makes sense,” I mused, taking a sip of my steeped tea. “Do you prefer it here then? I’m genuinely curious about how it was in Konoha for you versus here if you’re suspicious of my intentions. It’s alright if you are.”
“It’s ok. Yeah, I was,” replied Naruto honestly, scarfing down another mouthful of rice balls that are infused with bean curd and what Sasori calls medicine for him which I’m rather skeptical about the properties of. “Like I told you most people there didn’t treat me like everyone else. Kurama is sorry for the life I live, but I’ve told her it’s nothing to apologize for. I’m used to this by now. Back there people used to harass me pretty badly to the point I hadn’t been in the best mental state. From what’s happened here I’ve felt more at home than I ever have so far. I’ve told Sasuke about this too. Hopefully that answers your question.”
“Hn, indeed it does,” I confirmed, allowing what he’s told me to sink in. “Do you ever yearn for revenge against those who have done you any wrong?”
Tilting his head to the side in a curious manner, he replied with, “Sometimes I do. It comes and goes with it being stronger sometimes more so than others.”
“That’s all I needed to hear. I do have the intention of claiming you, but that’ll be at a later time. Right now, we’ll begin a special type of training…. It’s something I was told to keep in reserve if a jinchurriki wanted to act on certain emotions. It’ll aid in unlocking your full potential.”
A/N: Yays! Done with chappie eight! Sorry for it being short. I have explained about why it’s like that in a previous chappie’s notes. I’m having a lot of fun with this if you can’t tell already. Hehes, I have oh so many scenes planned out for further chappies. Hopefully ya’ll liked what happened this time and are anticipating to see what happens next. On the roster, Kisame has his turn in the next chappie. Until then please remember to review darlings!
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