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Feral
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke
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Itachi released a series of faint pants as he struggled to his feet from the bed that had been his prison for the past several days. His entire frame ached, even a week after the beating he had received at the hands of his father. It was not hard to find the trace amounts of magick impeding his recovery and a groan escaped him as he felt a few of the deeper welts open on his back. Damn, but his father was heavy handed with the rod for this punishment.
The oozing of blood down his back was ignored in favor of the bowl of clean water sitting on a table across the room. His room had never looked so large until he was forced to walk it while his body screamed in agony. It was a pain so deep that he slammed down the barriers on his bond with Kisame least his Familiar come running with fire in his pale eyes.
Another step brought another wave of agony and he closed his eyes against it. Curses he always considered himself too refined to utter were ripped from his lips for far too much ease for his liking. This was a position never before foisted on him and he was not accepting of the requisite bed rest the healer urged of him. His skin practically crawled with the thought of being visited by Kabuto once more should he aggravate his already painful injuries, but the need to feel clean overrode that particular deterrent.
He had almost reached the table when his legs finally gave out and he crumpled to the floor with a barely concealed cry. "Damn it."
"Itachi!"
Instantly, cool hands brushed against his body, careful of the deep bruises and scabbed welts covering him. The hands hurt and yet brought comfort. Who knew Kisame's large hands could be so gentle.
"What were you doing?"
"I need to be clean, Kisame."
Kisame released a snort and gently lifted him from the ground, promptly returning him to the bed and successfully making moot of the hard work he had put into crossing the length of the room. He might have argued if not for Kisame moving to where the bowl of water sat and bringing it to the bedside table.
Cloth was dipped in the water and carefully pulled slowly across the length of his skin, starting with his unmarked face before moving across his pectorals and abdomen. Dark bruises, almost black in color covered his body, some surrounding welts of broken skin. The pain of the actual punishment was far less torturous than the remaining ache caused by the damaged flesh attempting to heal itself.
The worst of it was he lacked the magick to repair himself. The crystal hanging from his neck was nearly devoid of color, a disturbing sign of the true state foisted upon his body. His magical reserves remained dangerously low, likely being used up to naturally heal the wounds. And what was all the more frustrating was that Kisame could not use his own elder magick to restore it with the damage that covered his body and the dangerously low state of his magick. There needed to be a bit more of his magick in his reserves before either could resist a donation of foreign magick. As such, both were forced to await the natural healing process.
"You should have called for me."
"It's not in me to ask for assistance."
"Then, you are as foolish as your brother. Perhaps more so."
Itachi snorted and turned his gaze away as the cool cloth cleaned away the fresh blood brought on by the reopening of several of the welts. He refused to give Kisame the satisfaction of a reply and remained silent through the slight torture of being washed. His hair remained greasy, but a thorough cleaning would have to wait until his body was in better shape. As it was, he might likely drown in the bathtub.
"I wish you would have allowed me to exact vengeance for you."
"You know why." He turned his gaze to Kisame and sighed wearily. "It was my father."
"All the more reason. You trusted him and he nearly killed you." Kisame lifted a hand to stroke over Itachi's cheek. "Do you not realize the terror I would bring upon this world if you were taken from me?"
It was impossible to hold back the paling of his cheeks at the rumble of words. They created a comforting sensation within his chest and his eyes softened. He and Kisame possessed an unbreakable bond, such was required for him to hold back the more violent nature of an elder dragon. Given his current state, he was surprised he could hold Kisame from much of anything and said as such.
"I honor your wishes...despite my annoyance. Your soul asked that I not kill your father, so I have not. I am grateful he left the mountain, for the stink of his magick was pushing me into falling into a more instinctual mindset."
He supposed he should not be surprised, yet it still sounded curious that Kisame would restrain himself so. There were so many times that he pulled tautly at the reins normally kept in firm guard. Now that he was too weak to maintain such stringent control, Kisame was mild and in control.
"Father left? For what reason? Where did he go?"
"Your fool brother released his magick. It was strong enough that it was like a flare in the ether and it immediately drew your father's attention."
Itachi jolted upward, biting his lip to keep from crying out as agony shot through his back where the worst of the damage was localized. "What? That idiot. I told him to lay low until I contacted him. What could he be thinking?"
"I don't think he was thinking. Even I felt the pulse and I was not even monitoring for it. I'm sure every magical being between here and the capital felt it to some degree. It felt...primal, unlike the tempered magick usually weaved by your family."
"Gods...that moron," he snarled and struggled to pull himself from the bed. Sasuke had ruined everything he had worked to arrange and suffered as a result of. Now, he was barely able to remain standing for longer than a few seconds before his broken body crumpled to the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to find my wayward brother and beat some sense in to him, hopefully before Father finds him and does much worse. If you think this beating is bad, what he plans for Sasuke is so much worse that I have no words to describe it. I have to get to him."
"It's pointless. You're in no shape for it and your brother quickly set about moving on from the desert as best I can tell. I think he is headed to the capital, but he masked his magick soon after the explosion, doing so to such a degree that even I could not track it. He's begun to make his move and you're in no position to help." Kisame plucked Itachi's pendant from his chest and dangled the nearly clear crystal before his eyes. "You're tapped out and I can't help you until your wounds are healed and you have at least some magical reserve to fall back on. Too much dragon flame is dangerous when there is so little of your own magick to buffer it. It would certainly kill you, and that is something I will not risk."
"I know, damn it." Itachi slumped against Kisame and allowed his body to be returned once more to the soft mattress. "I just...Sasuke's not ready...and then there is Naruto."
"Your brother seemed the capable sort and Naruto has his own talents we are only just beginning to realize. I've been watching them both from the shadows. I think those two might surprise you."
Shaking his head, he shifted his gaze to where his hands were clasped on his lap. "You can feel the darkness, can't you. It's going to devour the world and we sent a boy barely in control of his magick and a Feral Familiar into that snake's nest. I should have gone with him to the desert and to hell with keeping Father placated. It was a foolish hope that the dark taint had not developed as far as it had."
"You knew you would need to distract your father and as much as it sickens me, so did I. I willingly took them to the desert and left you alone to take the punishment."
Kisame willingly doing anything was a ridiculous thought, but he kept that to himself and leaned back against the pillows, wincing as his back touched the cushions before finally relaxing as his body adjusted to the pressure against his wounds. "I need to rest to regain as much of my magick as I can. Take watch and try to monitor my brother as best you can. As soon as I have enough magick, we're going to the capital. He's going to need help."
"Itachi..."
"I've made my decision. I'm not allowing my brother to fight this thing alone." Closing his eyes, he ended the discussion and immediately immersed himself in a partially meditative state. The wounds were deep and likely would have killed a normal man. But Itachi had never been a normal man. Coming into the fullness of his magick at a surprisingly young age, he was his father's prodigy and was treated as such. When he claimed Kisame just as his family decided it was time he be provided with a Familiar, it was proof enough that he was no normal child. He would need to call upon all that skill he had been gifted with if he was to be of any help to his brother, and to do so, he would need to heal his wounds.
What little remained of his magick was siphoned off and unconsciously used in healing the most dire of threats to his life, leaving him completely powerless. He would need to manually distribute his magick through his body if he had any hope of regaining a fully functioning magical core before his brother faced the monster in the capital. Time was not on any of their sides.

oOo
"The smell is getting worse."
Sasuke remained silent while escorting Naruto through the streets. For now, they kept the cowls of their matching cloaks pulled over their heads and kept as best they could to the shadows of the buildings. His stomach was in knots the closer they drew to the palace and he imagined the foul scent Naruto detected was actually the dark magicks. He could feel the caress of each tendril as it worked through the natural magick of the land and nearly gagged from it. It caressed and entreated submission while promising much in return. It unnerved him how tempted he was to submit to the call and allow it to swallow him whole.
If not for the bond, he feared he would have fallen quite easily. He was so very close to doing so when a warm pulse courtesy of Naruto shoved away the foul darkness and secured him. Naruto suddenly stopped and they stared at each for a long moment.
"Naruto?"
"Don't be tempted."
The words were impossible to forget, for they swirled around in his mind long after the sound of them faded from the air. And not just in his mind. The very core of his being reverberated with Naruto's words, fortifying him against the threat both could feel despite their differences. It made the difference between falling and keeping true to his core.
"I won't."
Naruto weighed his words before nodding and offering a wide grin. "Good, because trust me, you don't want me beating the dark out of you. I won't let you get off easy, that's for damn sure."
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise." Naruto shrugged. "Besides, you're too much of a bastard to let something other than you own your soul. That's why you and me are the way we are. It's why we fit so well."
Sasuke inclined his head and frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure, but I don't think we could have bonded like we have if we hadn't resonated within our souls. I'm a Feral, I connect with things that refuse to be owned, or that's what I think. You would never allow someone control over you, not completely and not willingly. Neither would I. So, we bonded completely because we can't be owned."
"That's a rather simplified explanation, don't you think?"
"Maybe, but that does not mean it's not true. It's a little funny, because most would consider a bond like this as a shackle. To me, it feels like freedom. You gave me my freedom, Sasuke. I'm going to make sure you retain yours. And that's the way it's going to be."
Once more, the image of Naruto as a child lying on a bed of sodden furs returned to him. Something about him had called to him, even then and when his father bonded them, it was like a sense of completion worked through him. Until Naruto, that emptiness in him felt as if it was going to devour his soul completely until nothing remained but a shell. That initial moment of completion was only a precursor to the great power the two of them would wield. Naruto was correct. It was freedom.
"You're right."
"Of course I'm right." Naruto sniffed and folded his arms across his chest. "I'm just glad you finally acknowledged it."
With a snort, he turned and began walking once more toward the ornate palace, Naruto at his side. His father waited for him there, as did the darkness that had nearly eclipsed the land in a barely contained fog. It was subtle, but upon realizing its presence, it became almost frighteningly cloying.
And the cloying cloud only grew stronger with each step they took, proof positive that the source resided in the palace.
"Halt."
The royal guards stood at attention as the two reached their destination. Self-important men guarded the entrance with puffed out chests and upheld noses. If only they knew how truly worthless they were. Not a speck of magick resided in any of them, yet they still claimed to be worthy simply on their position. Merit only took a man so far when his arrogance became an overdeveloped tumor blocking the truth from his sight.
It was almost laughable as he shed the cowl of his cloak and revealed his smirking face. The material covering him parted to reveal the crystal focus that hung from his neck, shimmering with power. It was enough to cause faces to pale and jolt arrogance from them shamefully fast. Uchiha were the only ice sorcerers of any merit and the only ones to wear the crystal focuses.
The Uchiha held the ear of the king. They were as close to royalty as a lord could come without being the king and those pompous idiots knew it. If they so desired it, the combined power of the Uchiha could conquer the world with very little effort.
"Forgive us, my lord. We did not recognize you."
With every bit of noble arrogance drilled into him by his father, he looked down his nose at the men quaking as they set about providing him entrance to the palace. His silence was answer enough to his displeasure, or the soldiers would be quick to think it such.
The gold filigree gates guarding the palace were immediately opened to them and he could feel the stare of Naruto's surprised gaze. He shot his Familiar a knowing smirk and jerked his head to the now opened path. Gaining entrance was the easy part of their task. It would only grow harder from that moment on.
"That was way too easy."
"The servants of the palace know their place. They know an Uchiha is to never be denied entrance into palace."
"Yeah, but...they seemed scared of you."
Sasuke glanced at Naruto from the corner of an eye. "As they should be."
"If they hadn't let you in, what would you have done?"
"Anything I had to," he whispered as his gaze lifted to take in the ornate splendor of the palace walls.
The building was the pinnacle of their society, housing the grand articles of their past and a promise of a continued Golden Age for their future. The glory that could be seen from any point in the capital city was meant to be a sign. The glory of their empire attempted to overshadow the dark practices and most could not see the truth over the bright magnificence. Even the dark magick creeping through the space could not dull the physical perfection of the home of the king.
"Come on, they will be expecting us."

oOo
A man's pale hand stroked over the head of a small quivering frame nestled beside his large ornate chair. The rooms were garish, draped in silks of purples and golds, such was the taste of royalty. No one would dare declare the chamber anything but magnificent, and it suited his purpose from where he sat. The decor was the least of his concerns as he continued to touch the soft hair on the child beside him.
"Lord Orochimaru."
Golden eyes slid open and stared with dark malice at the intruder of his solitude. The hand resting on the arm of his chair lifted and fisted where he sat, causing the messenger to drop to his knees while clutching at his throat. The small whispered pleas coming from the man caused a rush of excitement to spill into his blood. His loose trousers became tight and the hand that rested upon the child's hair tightened with enough force to bring pained whimpers from him.
Oh, the sound of pain and suffering. It was the most delicious of aphrodisiacs to him. His tongue extended and stroked over his lips while the slitted pupils of his eyes dilated to near spherical in shape. He wanted to kill. He wanted to fuck.
"Please...message...please..."
The fist of his hand loosened and he watched as the man lying crumpled on his floor gasped frantically for breath. "Speak or I'll continue what I started."
"My lord...Lord Uchiha...his son...has approached the gates."
Interest sparked inside him and he completely released his grip on the messenger's throat. The Uchiha heirs had intrigued him from the moment he first laid eyes upon them. He recalled many years past when he had bargained for the return of his magick. He had thrown away a perfect specimen of a Feral, probably the last of his kind in existence after slaying the mother and father. It had nearly killed him in the process of taking care of the two adults and he had been loath to give up the child, even in exchange for his magick's return.
Grown Ferals were worthless to him. Only the young were susceptible to bonds and he had known Fugaku Uchiha would only accept a Feral if it could be bound to his youngest. The man's arrogance had played in his favor, especially considering his oldest son had tamed a dragon.
"Which son?"
"I...."
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and slowly set about tightening his fingers in a mock show of fisting the messenger's neck. "Well?"
"The younger, I believe."
The intrigue completely transformed into deep interest. The younger was in possession of his lost Feral kit. Of course, the boy would be grown now, but if he was still accompanied by the kit, then he likely possessed a considerable bit more magical talent than his father. The older had possessed a little too much resistance to his magicks, but he had heard tales of the younger Uchiha being lacking in the control of his core. Such things were one of many ways for darkness to take root if one knew how to manipulate it.
"I believe I will go meet them."
Standing, he moved gracefully past the still prostrate man only pausing for a moment to flick his wrist and snap the poor fool's neck. The body collapsed with a dull thud and he chuckled darkly. The little plaything still crouching by his vacated chair screamed and another flick of the wrist silenced him as well, his pitiful body barely making a sound as it crumpled to the cold stone.
He chuckled darkly before turning his gaze back to the dead man lying in a pool of his own piss, eyes wide with the fear of his last moments. Killing the messengers always delighted him, even when the news was pleasant. The king would never find fault in him because his soul already belonged to him. The poor royal had wanted more power, but the cost had been great. Now the kingdom belonged to Orochimaru.
Now it was time to see the newest addition to the royal court. He had waited a long time to see the boy who had tamed the Feral and planned on enjoying every moment of it.

oOo
Naruto swallowed against the foul stench permeating the very air they breathed. He was on edge from not just the odor of dark magick but also with concern for Sasuke. The constant ebb and flow along the bond between them was the only thing keeping his instincts in check. As it was, his hackles remained raised and his stomach tight. Every shadow was carefully monitored, least some attack from behind take them by surprise.
A glance to Sasuke revealed nothing. The bond told him of his sorcerer's apprehension where his neutral face revealed nothing to the casual onlooker. What they would find in the depths of this gilded darkness was anyone's guess.
A low growl rippled unbidden from him before he could tamp down the urge. A reaction in the bond occurred almost immediately followed by the touch of Sasuke's cold hand upon his shoulder. The cold was a comfort because it was familiar and without warning, took a step forward so to bury his nose in the skin of Sasuke's neck. The natural scent of snow that always accompanied him chased away the odor of rot that had filled his senses only moments before.
"Relax. I'll take care of everything."
"I can't...this place...everyone is an enemy."
Sasuke's chuckle rippled over him, making his skin tingle and his flattened ears flick forward in an effort to catch ever moment of the sound. Despite the calm brought on by the sound, he knew Sasuke well enough that it was not a real laugh, but merely something performed for his benefit. Sasuke would not laugh again until this taint on his family was erased. It was how he was, somber and serious.
"I know. I can sense the dark. We have to be careful from here on in and on our guard."
Naruto nodded, his ears once more flattening to his skull. "I thought you wanted me to relax."
"Can't you do both? According to you, you can do anything."
Unable to stop the playful growl that was ripped from him, he gave a slight nip to Sasuke's neck. "Don't be an asshole."
There was one final moment before they pulled apart. Both took comfort in each other. It would likely be the last solace they could savor before they faced their destiny head on.
"Let's go."
At Sasuke's waist was the magical dagger he had crafted and Naruto's claws were at the ready to slice through any opponent he came across. They had no way of knowing what to expect and that made these terse moments almost unbearable as they walked through the palace.
A few of the nobles recognized Sasuke as an Uchiha and bowed low to him, almost as if he were a king. It was rather strange considering Sasuke ignored them completely. These people were living in the eye of a dark storm and acted as if nothing was amiss as they went about their days in splendor. A few of the servants roaming the halls bore expressions of barely concealed terror. Their faces remained neutral, but their scent was another tale. Fear wafted from them in waves.
"Do you know where you're going?" he grumbled as they took another turn upon reaching an intersection.
"The name of the location? No. The direction we need to...yes."
The tone gave Naruto pause. A glance at Sasuke's face showed his lips pressed firmly together. "Can you sense your father?"
Sasuke gave a curt nod, his face resolute and his eyes hard as obsidian. He did not speak, choosing only to lead Naruto through the halls as if he had lived there his entire life. The corridors seemed to go on forever, each more ornate than the last. Not a single soul attempted to halt their progress. If such was beneficial to their goal could not be determined.
"We're here."
Naruto took in the area, eyes finally lighting on the large set of double doors. Gold filigree was etched into the wood, depicting the crest of the royal house. "Where's here?"
"The throne room."
A pair of guards eyed their approach, but upon seeing the crystal hanging at Sasuke's neck, performed a nearly identical attitude change as the gate guards. He nearly rolled his eyes at the display. "You better not let this shit go to your head."
Sasuke snorted. "Perhaps it would be good for you to learn how you should be acting toward me."
It was Naruto's turn to snort. "A Feral doesn't grovel before anyone."
"Pity," said Sasuke just as the guards moved to push open the heavy set doors.
He appreciated Sasuke's banter. It eased him, if only enough for him to push back the nervous apprehension that had eaten away at his insides from the moment they stepped into the palace. He could barely breathe through the stench of dark magick floating through the air and needed Sasuke and their bond to ground him.
As the doors firmly parted, the inner chamber was revealed, it being just as ornate as the previous portions of the palace, perhaps more so. Dozens of nobles lined the area, many chatting softly to create a faint din of noise. Upon their entrance, the chatter stilled to complete silence.
Though Sasuke was the picture of perfect calm, Naruto had no such barriers to keep him as such. His eyes swirled dangerously with wisps of red and his tawny ears were flattened fully against his head. It was all he could do to keep from growling at each individual they passed on their slow procession toward the large throne arranged upon an elevated dais.
The most bothersome sight was that the throne stood empty. Where the king should have sat was an empty chair. None present seemed upset by that as they were too focused on the entrance of the newcomers, the silence only broken by the occasional whisper into nearby ear.
It took barely a moment to recognize Fugaku Uchiha as he stood on the bottom step of the platform, dressed to the nines in elegant courtier garments depicting his station in the hierarchy of their society. His crystal gleamed in the light that filtered in from the large glass skylights, twinkling and creating dancing speckles of light in the space surrounding him.
"Sasuke...I'm glad to see you're safe."
"Are you?" replied Sasuke in a cold voice.
The air dipped several degrees and fairly crackled with the slip in the magick. Naruto sent a wave of his essence through their bond and prayed it would be enough to stabilize the break. Having a fully functioning bond was somewhat new to him. He was not sure how it worked, but he knew that Sasuke needed him to be there for this reason.
"You are my son; I only sought to do what was best for you. You lack the ability to fully control your Familiar and needed to be fully rid of him."
"You sought to scar me, turn me into a mindless font of magick. If you knew me, you would know that I would never stand for that. I will never give up Naruto and now you're too late to even attempt it. Forcibly severing our bond will do nothing but kill both of us. Even in death, we will be forever connected."
Fugaku's lips flattened and his eyes grew cold. "So, that is the way of it?"
"It is. I control Naruto, not through force, but through my trust in him. I think that is the truth of a bond between sorcerer and Familiar. It is something we've forgotten in our search for power."
"Sasuke..."
"Ah, I see your prodigal son has chosen to grace us with his presence. It is a pleasure to see you again after so long, Sasuke Uchiha...and you, Naruto. Selling you to Fugaku is one of my greatest regrets, a necessary sacrifice at the time."
Both sets of eyes turned as a man stepped from behind the throne. Unnaturally pale skin was pulled tight over narrow features. The wide smile was not of the welcoming sort, but rather struck a sense of dread in those who bore witness. Richly embroidered clothing did not take away from the power that flowed outward from his body. It was, however, the eyes that were the most startling feature—golden orbs like those of a serpent.
"Who are you?" asked Sasuke through the clench of his teeth.
"I am Orochimaru. Your father graciously returned my magick to me at the mere cost of a Feral child. It is because of me that you have your pet. I have waited a long time for you to come to me, though I had hoped that it would be without that baggage."
Naruto stared at the man, flashes of memory awakening within him. Him screaming in terror and clawing at the man who was stained with the blood of his parents. The haze of the drugs as they worked through his system and the eventual cold that nearly destroyed him during the long climb to the Uchiha fortress. This man...he knew this man and could not stop the growl from rumbling outward.
Sasuke was completely focused on the sorcerer as well. This man was the cause of the dark magick that filled the palace, slowly working its way outward. "Where is the king?"
Orochimaru's lips quirked and his golden eyes danced with barely concealed mirth. "Oh...our king is quite ill. I am regent in his place while he recovers from his illness. I control the kingdom in the king's stead. My words are those of the king."
A chill worked through him at the words, the cold having naught to do with Sasuke's control. It was worse than he could have imagined. This dark sorcerer had fully entrenched himself in the kingdom. His power was nearly absolute.
"Sasuke..."
Sasuke's lips turned upward in a smile that did not reach his eyes. "We'll see."
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