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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER NINE: “The Master’s Shadow”
The boy dreamed, as he so often did, of his master.
Everything was in darkness, everything was cold and sticky and stank of death. The boy could not breathe, the heap of corpses was suffocating him. He screamed. Then all at once strong hands grabbed him by the waist. He felt himself being lifted. Dazzling white light erupted everywhere, stinging his eyes.
“Shhh,” his master whispered. His voice was iron, and the boy yielded before it. “Don’t cry.”
Other voices bubbled around them, a droning the boy could not make out. A dark shape came over him, dimming the light, and he saw it was the face of a man. There was a scar, all over his forehead, charred and terrible. But the darkness comforted the boy. The sudden light was too much, and the master’s shadow made him feel safe. “Strong boy. Clinging to life,” his master said as he cradled him. The words echoed, piercing him to the heart, to the most hidden places. “I shall keep you… as my slave…”
When the boy woke, the wind was whispering.
Naruto groaned, feeling the ache in his back and his chest and limbs. His every muscle was sore, and his head pounded something fierce. Only as he staggered to his feet did he realize it was not the wind he was hearing, but a song.
He recognized it.
The other boy was leaning against the ruins of a stone wall. His eyes were closed and it almost seemed like he was sleeping, except that his mouth moved, and music came out.
As ye came from the holy land
Of Shinjukame,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?
How should I know your true love
That have met many anon
As I came from the holy land,
That have come, that have gone?
But, sir, true love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning,
Never sick, never dead, never cold,
From itself never turning.
I tell ye, love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past,
He is blind, he is deaf when he list,
And in faith never fast.
Know my true love hath my heart
And I have his own,
But what conscience has love,
Which is too young to know?
For a moment, in thrall to that innocent, near childlike voice, Naruto was not sure whether he was awake or asleep, whether last night had been reality or a dream.
But then the other boy turned, silver hair whipping in the breeze, and Naruto stared into Sasuke’s eyes, glittering green like a cat’s.
No. No, not like a cat. Like a bloody fox.
“Watcha’ looking at?” Sasuke asked, smirking. “Don’t ya like my new hairstyle?”
“No.”
“Too bad. It’s my real color, ya’know. I dyed my hair black.”
“You—you…” Naruto trailed off, at a loss. What could he say? He went to grab his sword instead, sure that cold steel would make him feel better. It was not there.
Sasuke giggled. “Still tryin’ to cut off my head? How silly.”
“You… you used me!” Naruto blurted out. Even he did not know where the words were coming from. “You said you loved me! You goddamn liar! You only wanted to get into the palace! I was just your whore!”
The other boy looked surprised. “It’s not like that.”
“You didn’t care at all!”
“Naruto…” Sasuke jumped to his feet and started walking toward him. “Naruto, listen. If I was only using you, I would’ve let ya split your back open when you tried to fly. Look at me.”
Naruto did not want to look, but by then Sasuke was far too close. He was still wearing his ninja garb, but stripped to the waist; bloody bandages covered his upper body and neck and forehead. Where they did not, nasty bruises poked out. It occurred to Naruto he ought to have bruises, too, and when he felt under his kimono he was startled to touch soft bandages instead.
“That’s what I get for savin’ you,” Sasuke continued. “A couple of busted ribs and more bruises than I can count. Okay?” Sasuke was right next to him now, close enough he could feel Sasuke’s breath on his lips. He slowly slid his arms around Naruto. “Please, Naruto. I love you.”
And I love you. Naruto had said that, not two nights ago. But that had been to the slave whore Sasuke, to a stupid, harmless, innocent boy. Not to the Demon Fox. “You’re a spy!” he said, trying to push the ninja away. “An assassin. A heretic.”
“Guilty as charged.” Sasuke’s tone was mocking, his smirk insolent and wicked. His eyes flashed beneath silvery shadows. “What’ll it be, then, slaveboy? Will ya kill me? Or make love to me?”
Sasuke kissed him. Naruto wrenched himself free. “No. Stop.”
The other boy ignored him. His tongue licked Naruto’s cheek and down his neck. His long fingers raked Naruto’s shoulders. “Stop!” Naruto gasped again. Sasuke was strong, but so was he, and he did not have a gigantic wound across his chest. I should let the Kitsune kiss me, and while he does, I’ll snap his neck.
The thought was left hanging when Sasuke pushed him to the ground and Naruto’s body betrayed him. All notions of murder vanished as Sasuke pressed into him, groaning and squirming, his erect dick driving into Naruto’s own. Both of them were too far gone, too injured, to do much of anything, but somehow they managed to pull off each other’s loincloths. Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto’s chest, and thrust himself violently against Naruto’s stomach. Their naked penises rubbed together, hard and hot and tight. Sasuke screamed. “Yes!” Naruto gasped. His mind was on fire with pleasure. “Yes, Sasuke, please!”
“Naruto!” Sasuke moaned.
It was over far too quickly. Naruto arched his back, groaning, thrusting upward, and then his dick jerked and spurts of semen squirted out. Sasuke came a few moments later. They lay there for a while, panting, savoring the sensation of their cum mixing together between them. Finally Sasuke grunted, and rolled off to lie in the dry grass.
Some sort of red stain was leaking into the grass beneath Sasuke. Naruto did not understand, until he realized it was blood. Sasuke’s wounds had been reopened by the exertion of the sex; the Kitsune was more hurt than he looked. I should kill him.
Instead the boy turned away, to stare at other things. For the first time he noticed where they were. Great slabs of crumbling stone loomed above them like melted fingers, broken towers and collapsed roofs and buried statues, choked all over with vines and moss. Below them, sloping down from the stone ruins, was an empty rocky shore, and the Endless Sea beyond. A breeze blew from the sea, sharp and silent. Naruto felt a lonely chill pass over him, and a yearning for human warmth.
“This is Uchiha Castle,” he said.
“Yeah,” said Sasuke. He sat up, craning his head to stare at the cloudless blue sky. “What do ya know ‘bout it?”
What did he know? For centuries Uchiha Castle had been the ancestral fortress of the Uchiha clan, first as the all-powerful Shoguns to the Birthright Emperors, and then as Warlords in their own right. It was burned down in the Night of Blood, when Senju Hagoromo the Butcher, under pretense of a wedding to Uchiha Sakura, massacred the entire Uchiha clan. Itachi, the only survivor, abandoned the castle, deciding to make his seat of power in the old imperial palace instead. Henceforth the castle and its surrounding ruins were informally known as the Haunted City. And so it had been for thirteen years.
But he did not say that. “It strikes me that I should be the one asking questions, not you.”
Sasuke nodded. “You want to know about me. About the attack last night. About your master. I’ll tell ya, Naruto. Everything. That’s why I brought you here. But I’ve got to start at the beginning. It’s gonna take time.”
“Then don’t waste it. Go on.”
“Just remember one thing.” Sasuke’s eyes gleamed, and then they were not his eyes, but those of the Kitsune, feral and anguished. “This isn’t my story. This is the story of my brother.”
Naruto felt a sudden chill run down his spine. “Your brother?”
“Yes. My brother… Uchiha Itachi…”
Next: THE SLAVE’S TALE: “Sins of Blood, Part One”
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