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The Blessed Realm	By : susanna Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter
Seventy-Seven: Police Cooperation

They
went downstairs, and now Sasuke was neither too proud nor too
insecure to ask people for directions. He felt glad and confident
now, even without any legal documents: He'd apply for citizenship
right now, so nothing could happen.

They
found the office that was in charge of such applications, and when it
was their turn to enter they discovered that the woman behind the
desk was an acquaintance of theirs: a lesbian woman who occasionally
turned up at dance teas.

“Finally”,
she said when she learnt that Sasuke intended to apply for
citizenship. She was shocked, however, when she learnt that he had
not even been accepted as a refugee, nor that he had applied for such
a status. She recommended him to do this first, took a new form from
her shelf and began to fill it in:

“Reason
for flight: homosexuality” she wrote, and she also inserted
Sasuke's given name by herself. She had to ask for his family name,
however, (it did not ring any bell at all) and also for the date of
his birth. Silently she did some calculations, then she wrote “minor”
on the top right corner of the form.

“Will
this cause any problems?” Sasuke asked.

“No.
On the contrary: it gives you the right to some extra support. Now to
your application for citizenship...”

She
had to fill in more or less the same boxes as in the other form, just
that there wasn't a question “reason for flight” but
instead a question for the “motivation” of the applicant.
She ticked of a box that said “refugee wants to make his stay
permanent.” When she came to the next question, “dancing”,
she wrote “Latin/Ballroom”, but when she got to the
question “Musical Instrument” she looked expectantly at
Sasuke.

“I
don't play any”, he said.

“You
should at least have started to learn”, she replied. “You've
been staying here for several months now, haven't you? You should pay
more respect to our culture if you want to live here. The quality of
your dancing partly makes up for it, but you won't get accepted as a
citizen if you don't play anything at a level that allows you to join
some musical activities among friends, just for your own fun, not for
any listeners.”

“I
can dance when other people play”, Sasuke said.

“It's
not enough. You have to be able to play. Your dancing will profit
from it too. Well, you have some time left to choose an instrument
and a teacher. There's always some bureaucratic delays if you want to
get accepted as a citizen.”

Sasuke
felt humiliated.

She
also asked him where he had lived since his arrival in Music Town
and, more importantly, what he had lived on. She informed him that
probably he would have to pay taxes for the months since his arrival.
“But don't worry about it now”, she said. “Wait
until you get your acceptance as a refugee.”

“How
long will that take?” Sasuke asked.

“A
week maybe. There's number of people who have to sign it. But I don't
think there'll be problems. There's enough people who know that you
are gay.”

In
spite of her reassurrance Sasuke felt intimated by the idea of the
bureaucratic effort that was necessary to get accepted as a refugee.
Still he could be content: Everything has gone smoothly so far. It
should not last:

“Now
I need your ID or your passport or some other document of
identification. I have to attach a copy of it to your application.”

Sasuke
had to admit that he didn't have any such document.

“You
ran away without anything to prove who you are?” the woman
asked, sounding as if she did not know that it was possible to exist
without such a piece of paper.

Sasuke
assumed the air of arrogance that Naruto had thought typical for him
before they had become friends. He took off his jacket and showed her
the symbol of his clan just below the collar. It was much less
obtrusive than the version he had worn in Konoha, but he still
applicated the crest on every item of clothing he bought...

“This
shows who I am”, he said.

The
woman had a look. “Forging it isn't a challenge to anyone with
some rudimentary sewing skills”, she said.

“Nobody
would dare this. The clan would not tolerate it. I would not tolerate
it.”

The
woman did not seem impressed, she rather looked as if she found
Sasuke's words and attitudes rather weird.

“How
do I know that you yourself are not an usurper?” she asked.

“You
can forge a symbol, but you cannot forge the Sharingan”, Sasuke
replied. He activated it: He had not done so for quite some time, and
he felt a bit stupid.

“That's
gross”, the woman said when she saw it. “You're certain
it's not some kind of illness?”

She
agreed to take down some notes, however, and even did a rough sketch
of the pattern, then she sent Sasuke to some photo automat in the
entrance hall. “We need photos, both for the applications and
for your final documents”, she said.

Sasuke
returned with the photos, and she passed him the copies of his
applications. “It will serve you as legal documents until you
get officially accepted. It may take some time as we need to confirm
your identity, but there's no need to worry. We'll find a solution,
even if in the end your identity can't be confirmed. As a minor you
have a right to be protected. - What about you, Naruto? Do you intend
to apply for citizenship too?”

Naruto
shook his head, taken by surprise. The whole morning he had regarded
himself as a mere observer, not someone who might take action
himself.

“You
should. It will make life much easier.”

“Some
other day, maybe”, he answered.

The
copies of his two applications in his hand Sasuke left the building,
Naruto at his side. Things had been more difficult than he had
expected, and having to prove his identity had felt humiliating; yet
slowly he gained a sense of achievement: He would get accepted as a
refugee, and he had been invited to apply to the training center. It
was not exactly what he had hoped for, but it was still some success.

He
and Naruto had agreed to meet the guy from Earth Country and his
husband for lunch, and both were delighted when they heard of these
developments. “Finally you've become reasonable”, they
said. They also approved of Sasuke's decision to apply for a job at
the police, though they found this a bit weird after having stayed
illegally in Music Town for several months. They understood him,
however, when he told them that his family had been in charge of the
police in Konoha.

Their
friends from the riverside did not show that kind of understanding.
Naruto felt how they literally distanced themselves from Sasuke when
he told them of his plans, so that there was suddenly a lot of empty
space around him.

“We
thought you knew what it's like to be prosecuted by the state”,
they said. “And now you're changing sides and work for the
state yourself.”

“We
thought you were planning an assault against Danzou! How can you join
the police if you're planning an assault?”

“The
police of Music Town has nothing to do with Konoha or Danzou”,
Sasuke replied.

“They
do. They're the same everywhere. And they cooperate, even when they
work for different political systems. Hunting down enemies of the
state is always their most important task.”

At
this point Sasuke got annoyed. “You have the wrong idea”,
he said. “You think you are prosecuted by the police because
you discuss weird political ideas from abroad, but in reality it's
just because you hang out after ten where this is not allowed.”
(Just now they were doing this again.) “You have no idea what
it means if ANBU is coming down on you. You think you are prosecuted
when the police is checking your ID.”

“You
have no idea,” the young people replied. “You have never
been at a demonstration where they stand side by side with their
shields and sticks, ready to beat you up.”

Sasuke
was silent, as he did not have any idea what a demonstration was.
Whatever it was, he would not get beaten up, he decided. One of the
women passed him a bottle of beer, showing him that he was still
accepted, even though he was a traitor now. After some awkward
moments they changed to a different subject.

The
person who had most difficulties to accept Sasuke's new plans was
actually Naruto. He had been completely surprised by Sasuke's plan to
reorganize the police of Konoha once they had returned and taken
Danzou out of office. “You might have told me!” he said
when they went home in the evening.

“You
don't have any objections, do you?”

Naruto
hesitated. He had hoped that Sasuke would choose a job that allowed
him to be near him: some kind of advisor, or head of his bodyguard.

“The
bodyguard consists of ANBU”, Sasuke said. “I won't join
ANBU.”

Naruto
knew that any attempt to make Sasuke change his mind in this matter
was hopeless.

“You
should abolish ANBU altogether, by the way”, Sasuke continued.
“You can keep the bodyguard, if you want, but you should get
rid of the assassination unit.”

“You've
allowed yourself to be influenced by the ideas of Music Town. In
Konoha, traditions are different.”

They
walked on.

“Traditions
can be changed”, Sasuke finally said. “You don't want to
govern Konoha the same way as Danzou, do you?”

“And
you want to reestablish the police of Konoha in the image of that of
Music Town. Do you plan a puppet theatre too?”

Sasuke
knew that Naruto said this in order to hurt him, still he took the
suggestion seriously.

“We
might have one at the entrance ceremony of the ninja academy. Kids
might like it better than the usual speeches.”

Naruto
remembered the speech at his (and Sasuke's) entrance ceremony. He had
understood only half of it, and grown bored after only five minutes,
but also it had given him a glimpse into a future of honour and
greatness, a sense of becoming part of something that was greater
than himself, and some hope of finally finding friends and being
accepted by trying hard and doing his best to become a capable ninja.
He doubted that a puppet play could convey all this. Maybe a
different play than the one they had watched at the festival, he
decided.

“Children
here are different from children in Konoha”, he said.

They
walked on in silence. At least Sasuke was making plans now about life
in Konoha after defeating Danzou, Naruto thought, and this restored
hope and happiness to him. He took Sasuke's hand and then laid his
arm around his shoulders until they arrived at their place.

The
next day he again accompanied Sasuke to his appointment with the head
of the police to discuss the modalities of his application to the
training center of the police. Sasuke had taken with him the copies
of his applications to be accepted as a refugee and as a citizen of
Music Town: he was in high spirits, full of expectations. Now he
would stay legally in this place, and he would start a meaningful
career instead of waiting for Naruto to find a plan to defeat Danzou.
He'd have a new home, now that Konoha had ceased to be home. His
parents would be content too.

As
promised, the assistant in the anteroom did not cause any trouble
this time, she just told them to wait for five minutes as the head of
police was talking to another visitor. After ten minutes they were
allowed to enter, and again took place at the table in the office of
the head of the police. Sasuke passed him the two copies of his
applications, but he only cast a short glance at them.

“It's
all been checked”, he said. “The information you gave us
is correct, you will be accepted as a refugee and you will be
eligible for citizenship once you've started learning a musical
instrument. Your identity has been confirmed too: Being in the center
of an incident covered by the international press has its advantages.
However, another problem as occured: The Raikage of Kumogakure has
requested that you should be delivered to his village in case you
were found in Music Town, or any other place in the Ninja Countries,
as you are considered responsible for the death of his brother
Killerbee.”

Sasuke
froze.

“Don't
worry. We don't deliver minors to places where they will probably be
executed. However, murder is considered a serious crime here, too, so
we would appreciate it if you could tell us more about the affair.”

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