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KTI - Consequence and Sacrifice	By : JCooper Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
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This story I hadn't actually planned to post anywhere but on my lj and the narutoyaoi LJ community, but the main purpose of this experiment of a fic is to get criticism to improve my writing. So I thought I would post the first chapter elsewhere and see how it went. I might not post the rest, depending on response, but it will be on my lj, which I might post a link to.

Title: Kekka to Ikenie (Consequence and Sacrifice)

Author: S.P. Kathrine

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: R-NC17 (M-MA)

Warnings: AU, BL (boyxboy), lack of uke/seme distinctions, violence, language, lack of well-written fight scenes, unbetaed (Does reading it over three times count?), Possibly OOC-ness, OC (important, but not main character of story), Incest (of the Hyuuga variety)

Part: 1 of undetermined

Pairings: NaruSasuNaru (little-to-no uke / seme-ness), LeeSaku, HinaNeji (Hyuugacest), and others

Summary: Mizono Saigo was always considered somewhat of a mystery by the people who know him, or of him. He was a considered one of the top students in the Ninja Academy, but was also a rather normal, if more-than-somewhat antisocial child. The true mystery was the father who no one saw, no one spoke to, who no one could even confirm existed. So when Saigo suddenly develops a bloodline trait that none could expect, a secret kept for over a decade comes to light, even though the former Hokage had forbidden anyone knowing of it to ever speak of it, even to her replacement. And the truth about Saigo�s father is revealed. AU story because of changes made to canon plot.

Author�s Notes:

This story is a complete experiment on my part. I swore I would never write a Naruto fic because I know I�m probably going to screw up on the characterization and would therefore screw the story up completely. This isn�t low self-esteem, just Sasuke and a few others being bitches to write properly, at least for me. But I have horrible Writer�s Block on my other story and this just came out of nowhere while reading another author�s work. That author is Vlissan on Fanfiction.net who is writing �Forgive me father, normally you�d have my word�. She gave me permission to use this plot, although I�m hoping to keep it as different from hers as possible. If anyone who reads this thinks it sounds too much like hers please tell me, because I stopped reading her story so I wouldn�t accidentally copy anything. If they start to parallel each other, it�s not on purpose, and I will rewrite it immediately.

Part One

They were fighting well and had been for almost two hours. The two in the center of the arena were obviously getting tired and working towards ending the match as soon as possible. The blonde genin, Fukagane Riki, had just used a jutsu to lock his dark-haired opponent�s legs into place. His opponent didn�t seem to be panicking, but it seemed like he wasn�t sure how to get out of his predicament. Naruto let out a sigh. The young genin was good, with great stamina, but it seemed that the boy five years his senior was just more experienced. The boy needed to find a way out of the jutsu soon, because Riki wasn�t going to give him much leeway.

Suddenly, the boy preformed a move of his own, hands moving so quickly that Naruto almost missed the hand signals. There was an explosion in the middle of the arena, Riki blinded by the smoke and debris. It seemed that his opponent had hidden an exploding tag and just triggered it. The distraction gave his plenty of time to break the jutsu and plan his attack. Naruto chuckled; the young genin definitely had some tricks. He looked over to Gaara, who sat beside him, and yet it seemed that the redhead had not yet taken his eyes away from the match.

Once the smoke had begun to clear, Riki was on the offensive once more, although his opponent seemed of the same mind and took the first strike, throwing six shuriken towards his larger adversary. Riki dodged, but suddenly the shuriken turned back around towards him as if they were boomerang. Strings, Naruto realized; a rather common technique. Riki seemed to anticipate this and dodged them again, only to leave himself wide open for an attack from below. His opponent had rushed forward with surprising speed and ducked down, kicking the older genin in the chin and sending him flying through the air. Naruto blinked in confusion. The move seemed familiar. From the ever-so slight movement beside him, it seemed that Gaara had recognized it as well.

As Riki flew through the air, the dark-haired boy rushed forward, suddenly throwing himself into a forward flip and thrusting himself into the air feet first. Just as Riki was coming down he was welcomed by a direct kick to the stomach by both feet. His eyes bulged and a gasp was heard as both he and his opponent hit the ground, the younger boy managing to land on his feet while Riki fell back first. His opponent stepped away, and Riki flipped over onto his stomach, pushing his feet beneath him as he coughed and held his stomach. Naruto couldn�t tell if he had coughed up blood, but it seemed that the other boy was giving him time to stand. And Riki did within less than five minutes. He was not going to give up easily. Naruto was impressed by the boy�s determination, but it seemed that his opponent was just as driven to win.

Riki looked upwards towards the other genin and seemed instantly frozen, not moving. The other boy was still, body in fighting stance, ready to continue. There were words being spoken, but because of the distance, Naruto could not make them out, even with his enhanced hearing. Riki was shouting, pointing at the dark-haired boy before him. The boy fell out of his stance, hands going to his face.

�What is going on?� Naruto stood up moving to the railing of the balcony.

The referee of the exam, Tenten, was moving forward onto the field taking control of the situation by the tone of her voice. Riki was backing away, hand wrapped around his abdomen and shaking his head. The other boy turned towards Tenten and she, too, froze. And then she was moving quickly, hands signaling the end of the match.

�This match is over! Winner by forfeit is Mizono Saigo!� She then placed a hand on the winner�s shoulder, and performed the symbols with her other for the teleportation jutsu. With a �poof� of smoke, both were gone from the field and the stands erupted in confusion and loud voices. Naruto turned around, noticing that Gaara had not moved, remaining seated with the other visiting Kage.

�Excuse me,� he told them with small bow. �I�ll be right back.� He entered the hallway and then exited by way of the stairs, moving quickly. At the bottom of the six flights was a divided corridor, leading in four separate directions. Looking down them, he found Tenten standing outside a door leading to one of the medical rooms.

�What the hell happened out there?� he asked, frowning. �The match was going great, people were loving and then-�

�Naruto,� she interrupted; a look on her face that did not bode well. �There is something that you�re going to want to see.�

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He never understood why �Tou-san would not go outside to play with him. Yes, he would join him in the big yard behind their home for training, but would not step outside its boundaries or even onto their front porch. He wondered if it had something to do with the men that sometimes came to get �Tou-san at night, but always brought him back home by morning. On the day that he entered the Ninja Academy, �Tou-san was not there to congratulate him. His new teacher, Hyoji-sensei asked why his parents did not come, but he did not answer. It was not Hyoji-sensei�s business whether or not his �Tou-san came. He knew his �Tou-san was proud of him, even though he would never say it.

Although, when he returned home that afternoon, he found a brand new leather weapon�s pouch with supplies and freshly polished kunai and shuriken on his bed. Just the sight left him feeling as if he has just eaten a plate full of sweets and couldn�t stand to eat another bite. Full and satisfied.

He strapped the pouch to his leg and rushed downstairs and out the backdoor. Sure enough, there was his �Tou-san, putting the finishing touches on the last of several targets he�d set up around the long, wide backyard.

�It�s time to practice your aim, Saigo,� �Tou-san explained. �You�re ready for more difficult targets that one simple board.�

He didn�t know what to say. �Tou-san was usually rather quiet and did not speak often. It was up to him to fill the silence that was always around their home. But just hearing those words�

�Yes, �Tou-san!� he smiled and bowed before quickly pulling a few shuriken from his new pouch. If �Tou-san believed he was ready, then he would not disappoint him. He knew that there was only so much time he had left before all of this would come to an end.

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�And lastly, Cell 13 will consist of�Rock Lin, Hyuuga Hikoshi, and Mizono Saigo.�

Owner of the first name jumped up, her long black hair pulled away from her face and therefore leaving no part of her wide smile hidden. �Great!� she exclaimed, green eyes bright and excited. �We shall make a wonderful team!�

Most did not know how to handle the sheer exuberance that Rock Lin exuded whenever she was in the vicinity, but it seemed that neither of her new teammates was affected by it. Hyuuga Hikoshi was a childhood friend of Lin and knew all of her �quirks�, while Saigo simply did not care. As long as her behavior did not get in the way of their work as a cell, she could recite saccharine poetry about the �power of youth� at the top of her lungs, while wearing that rather disturbing green, spandex suit that her father wore-although her mother would never allow her to go that far.

�Thank you Lin,� the Iruka-sensei smiled back in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling. For a man over forty, it did not seem that Iruka-sensei was losing any of the stamina in teaching to the future ninja of Konoha. Rather, he seemed less stressed as each year went on, but still just as strict as when Saigo had first moved up to the second level class away from beginner�s status. Iruka-sensei taught half of the second-level students and all of the third, which there were always less of. A student only got to the third level if he or she was recommended by a teacher or somehow got the attention of a ninja-one not family affiliated-who would vouch for him or her. This usually never happened, but Lin had been placed in the third level about half a year early. She was younger than pretty much every other student in the class-Saigo and Hikoshi included, if only by one or two months.

�Now on the board are the meeting places for each cell,� Iruka-sensei explained. �Each of you should be in your designated place to meet your jounin instructor in exactly three hours.�

�Yes, Iruka-sensei,� was the response of the entire room.

�Goodbye, new genin,� Iruka smiled at them and watched as each of them went their separate ways, some already gathering with their new teammates, while others simply wandered off. Just as he was getting up from his own seat in the far back of the room, Iruka-sensei called out, �Saigo, please wait so that I may speak with you.�

Why? I haven�t done anything wrong in the last few months, he went through everything that had transpired since his last �meeting� with Iruka-sensei and yet could not think of anything that would warrant another. He had been on his best behavior and hadn�t even gotten into any fights, which was not a usual occurrence for him, but at the same time not uncommon.

�Yes, Iruka-sensei?� he asked, walking down the center stairs and standing before him middle-aged teacher.

�I noticed that your father did not come to the graduation ceremony, two days ago,� he replied. �I wasn�t able to speak with you then because you left so soon, but-�

�My father was very proud of my accomplishments, Iruka-sensei,� Saigo interrupted him.

Iruka-sensei wasn�t shocked by the boy�s abrupt statement. He was used to the boy�s defensive attitude when it came to his family. �I would have to believe so,� he replied. �What parent wouldn�t be proud of their son graduating from the academy and becoming a genin? Especially at second in the class. I just wonder about your father�s lack of participation-�

�I train with my father all of the time!� Saigo frowned. �He might not be a ninja, but that doesn�t mean he doesn�t help me with my training!� He then suddenly calmed down, taking a soft, deep breath and bowing to the chuunin. �I apologize for my outburst, Iruka-sensei, but I am no longer your student. I am a genin and my father�s �participation� is no longer a factor. Thank you very much for your concern, but I must go.�

Without waiting for reply, he turned around and was gone from the room as fast as he could go without running.

A short distance outside the door, he stopped, leaning against the wall to rub his eyes and banish the headache that was arising. They were normal, and usually rather mild, something that he had been dealing with for the past few weeks. He had yet to tell anyone, not wanting Iruka-sensei to hold him back from taking the genin exam, and to keep his father from worrying. It was not as if they were unbearable, and he knew that they would have to go away eventually, or he would simply get used to them.

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It was just nearing dusk when he heard the footsteps as a person hurried through the grass, not bothering to employ stealth. Leaving his seat by the window in the lounge, he walked through the kitchen and opened the sliding door that led to the backyard.

��Tou-san!� his son cried out. �You wouldn�t believe who my new instructor is!�

�Hn?� his father inquired, allowing his son past him into the house, at the same time ritualistically dropping his shoes off at the door. �It must be someone interesting indeed.�

�Konohamaru-san!� he replied. �I couldn�t believe it! I didn�t even know that he was accepting any students!� Konohamaru was an elite jounin who was known for his stealth skills-it was said that not even a Hyuuga could pick him out if he wanted to stay hidden-and was the right hand of the Hokage. There were rumors that he would be up for the position when the current leader decided to step down. To Saigo, it meant that he was going to learn from one of the best.

�And your teammates?�

�Rock Lin and Hyuuga Hikoshi,� he replied. �I don�t understand. They try to usually put the worst with the best. Why would they put Hyuuga and me on the same team? Lin is great with taijutsu and basic genjutsu, so she would be good with either one of us as she�s weak in ninjutsu. They would have definitely put her on Hikoshi�s team, as he is number one in the class. But why was I put with them?�

�It was the Hokage�s decision,� his father explained, although knowing there was more to it than that. �It is he who decides which genin will go into each cell. Perhaps he believed your abilities would compliment each other.�

His son gave a small grunt beside him, mumbling, �Or everyone else fit together and we were the leftovers.� He ignored the comment his son knew he had heard and stood, moving back into the kitchen to collect the bento that had been sitting on the table. �Eat your lunch and we can return to your training.�

�Yes, �Tou-san,� Saigo took the offered meal and sat down at the table to eat it.

His father left him there, knowing that he would clean up after himself. The man went upstairs to gather the supplies needed for their training that day, following the well-known path to his room, where all of the extra weapons were stored in various out-of-sight places. They were not hidden to prevent Saigo from getting to them, as the boy would never step into his father�s room without expressed permission, but out of a habit he never tried to kick. The familiarity was a small comfort to him after all this time.

Going to his wardrobe, he knelt down and slid his fingers along the bottom of the tall moveable closet until he found the proper hole to press his index finger into and then pulled. This caused bottom open up into a drawer from beneath the wardrobe, something that he had installed himself. He removed the weapon�s pouch hidden there and was about to close it once more when his hands slid across the rough wooden outline, and then glassy interior, of a picture frame.

Slowly, he pulled the object from within the confines of the drawer and held it in his hands. It was old and yet still in impeccable condition from its preservation. Lightly, he ran his fingers over the glass of the picture and the faces behind it. He stood up and took steps backwards until he reached the upraised platform of his bed, sitting down on the edge, eyes gazing forward, mind treading in a place he would not often allow.

��Tou-san! I�m ready!� Saigo called from downstairs and he stood, setting the picture facedown upon his bed. It was a reminder of a past that he was not willing to return to�people he could not return to.

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Sorry for the confusing start, but it is actually meant to seem that way. You might have already been able to notice a few things, and it you did please comment on them. I know it seems like that the OC is the main character to some, but he�s not. Important, but he�s not the main character at all. I will try to strengthen that distinction later on. There will be quite a few time-skips in this story, either going forwards or backwards. It�s all for the sake of the plot and whatever the hell my mind thinks it is doing.
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