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Where The Savage's Heart Rest	By : narulov56 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello my wonderful readers! Narulov56 is
back! I started this story a few weeks ago when I was watching this show and
couldn't contain myself and write this multi-chaptered Fan-fic. Unlike my other
stories, which were almost rushed and were very short, I decided to make this
one epic! Yes, this story will be full of surprises and sometime odd pairings.
Disclaimer: I do not own
the anime series Naruto. I write these stories for the sole purpose of
enjoyment and do not -under any circumstances- make a profit out of writing
these Fan-Fics.
Warning: Please be
advised that this story contains graphic death scenes, violence, unsuitable
language, homosexuality scenes, sex and other scenes that may be inappropriate
for children under 18 years of age. The writer of this story will NOT be
held responsible if a minor reads the following contents. Be aware that you
disagreeing with any of the warnings will not change anything above. I repeat-
This will NOT be negotiated.
Couples: NarutoxSasuke,
NarutoxItachi, KyuubixSasuke, KibaxHinata, Mild FagakuxKushina, MInatoxKushina,
PeinxKonan, FagakuxKonan, and KyuubixItachi�Many more in future chapters.
Notes: This is set up during the early
1800's and is not based on Japan. The story began with flashbacks for special
reasons! If you have any questions about the story, please e-mail me at
anytime. I checked the story for the 5th time today and EVERY TIME I check,
there is a new word missing. If you happen to stumble on a word that's missing,
please tell me.

~Where The
Savage's Heart Rest~
23 Years ago, 1800:
Run was all he could at the moment. It
wasn't that he was scared, that he was weak, no, not at all. And with all the
power he had, he failed. He wasn't a good leader. He was a failure. He felt
like an animal. The fatigue, the thirst for food, the need for rest- those were
all getting the best of him. But even with those obstacles, he would stand
strong, even if the pain would shoot up his spine every time he walked. Even if
his legs burned after his many falls he would stand strong as a wall.
The dirty wet rags (so called clothes)
were the only thing covering him, weighing him down with rain, sweat and soil,
not to mention, the friction of the rags burned the sore bruises on his arms
and legs. What agony.
How ironic- he was the most powerful
being, yet he was running like a child, scared, alone and miserable. Oh, how
he'd give anything to be inside the walls of his kingdom, be with the people he
vowed to protect.
"Where is he?"
"Find him!"
"Make sure he doesn't get
away!"
He was not scared, he was brave and
unbeatable. It was only a matter of time before they would find him. "No
they won't," he would tell himself over and over again.
He wasn't crying for himself either, no.
He cried for the loss, the children, the elders, his country, his love, his
child. He was alone.
Maybe he would live for another day, if
he could escape. He would lose the battle but not the war. He could escape if
he'd move slowly. If only he could move.
"I think I heard
something?"
"Do you hear that?"
No! They heard him. He had to get away.
He had to!
"Where are you my lord?" They
would taunt over and over again. But he wouldn't listen to them-they were
traitors.
"I think I found him!"
Damn it. He was surrounded. He was caged
like a wounded animal. No escape. He really had failed, he chuckled wretchedly.
But damn them if they thought they could get away with it.
"Where do you think you were
running to...? Namikaze?"
Minato glared at the figure above him.
He damned everyone who was helping the figure above. And probably, at the same
time, he cursed everyone who tried to destroy him to hell, hoping, yearning, craving
they would pay for his and his love ones misfortune.
"Aren't you going to run, say
something," He said, "beg for mercy?" The shadowing
figure smirked, grabbing his sword and gently cutting through golden locks. "This
is what you get when you mess with my Kushina," he yelled through his
teeth, his anger making it obvious that if anyone were to interfere, he would
kill them without any second thought. "She's mine!"
Minato's glared intensified instantly,
His hazel eyes pointed accusingly towards the man above him. "No, you're
wrong," He growled, his body shaken� blinded, fuming with outrage.
"Oh, is that so?" the
figured mocked, "Do not worry, you're life will end soon and you won't
have to worry about Kushina anymore." He laughed, turning his head
towards the man beside him, "Get rid of him, and if anybody ask, tell
them he fell off a cliff... by accident."
All the man nodded with their blood
thirsty eyes tracing over his body, no, mentally eating his body. Taunting
smiles, there cruel laughers, there inhuman howling, didn't scare him. No-they
served to fuel him more.
"I swear you will pay for this one
day."
The man above him looked down and
smirked. "Oh really," he said "because from where I
stand, you're in no position to make any threats Namikaze!" He
screamed, taking a fist full of Minato's shirt, pulling the blond towards him.
"Oh, and let's not forget who has Kushina with your unborn bastard! Me,
that's right!"
Minato leaned closer. His forehead and
nose barely touched the other male above him. "Don't you dare touch
them," Minato growled, right back, "especially my unborn baby-"
"HN, get rid of him."

Everything was moving too fast, too soon.
Where was Minato? He ran out of the house and promised he would come back! He
promised like if it was a matter of life or death! What did he do?
"Ah! ~" The baby was coming
too soon, the baby? Her baby was in danger! A rather disturbing thought kept
nudging deep inside her, telling her, begging her, she couldn't stay here-
something was bound to happen.
"-Push Kushina, it's almost
over," a woman in her mid-twenties said to the girl in labor "Come
on, just one more push!"
Kushina glared at the woman, beads of
sweat twinkled its way down her forehead, down her nose and pass her lips.
"Ah, I'm pushing, I'm pushing!" She screamed "When will this be
over!" Spots of white threaten to consume her vision, but she wouldn't let
it show it, no, never.
"-Push Kushina, the baby! I can see
the baby!"
"I can-" She whispered before
passing out into the darkness.

Murmurs, whispers, they were speaking
too loud, obnoxiously loud to be whispers, to be murmurs.
"-Father�yes� died, when?"
"Did you hear?"
"-Yes, Dead-"
"-The baby�dead,"
"Poor girl"
Kushina turned her head to the side,
"The baby?" She asked softly, than realizing where she was before
sitting upright and looking desperately around the room. Where was the baby?
Where was her child!
Suddenly, getting up, she marched up to
the boy beside her, "Where's my baby?" She said, "I need to
know. Where's my baby?" She ordered, wavering slightly and leaning against
one of the chairs.
She wasn't too fond to what she had
heard, not at all.
Dead?
Her baby wasn't dead.
"Kushina please sit down, you're in
no condition to be standing up," Said the boy next to her.
"Kakashi�" She pleaded,
"-Kakashi, take me to my baby, please."
"Mistress I would have loved to
tell you but I was o-" He was abruptly cut off when a rather feminine
hand, cased in lacy white gloves, touched his shoulder, then slammed him
roughly against one of the wooden tables.
On impact, the wooden table broke,
scattering all over the floor. Kakashi screamed, closing his eyes shut, knowing
what was to come.
One of the broken pieces slashed through
his right eye, letting out a strangled cry, he covered his wounded eye.
"What did I tell you?" She
asked.
Kakashi didn't answer, afraid of what he
might say, may anger Kushina's sister even further. He wished however, he could
throw her out the window, see her die with his left-and only good- eye and then
abandon her body near a bear's cafe.
"Oh, so you can't talk?" She
said. "Very well. I'll deal with you, Kakashi, late-"
"Konan? How dare you raise your
hand to a mere child?" Kushina interrupted, bewildered and disgusted with
her sister, "Have you no shame?" she said, running towards Kakashi.
Konan laughed, waving around the
hand-fan, "Well, well, well. Aren't you the sensitive type?" She
giggled. "Besides sister weren't you worried about that little bastard of
a boy�sorry I meant your baby? Funny, you sure move fast."
Kushina glared, but soften up when she
looked at Kakashi. "Konan, sister, what has become of you? You weren't
like this. We use to be best friends-"
"Oh, shut it! That sister is long
dead!" Konan screamed, glaring at the walls beside her. Suddenly, they
became the focus of her interest. Deciding upon what to do, she looked at the
servants "Take the little runt and fix his eye. Not a word about what
happened to the head master. Got it? I'll take care of my dear
sister."
All the servants did as they were told,
leaving an empty and eerily quiet room.
Konan flashed an annoyed look towards
her irritating sister, thinking of what to do next. She settled on helping
Kushina to the bed, tucking her and preparing the tea she had made herself.
"Sister, I know you want to see
that-your baby. My nephew. But I have some devastating news," She secretly
and silently poured a strange liquid into the tea and handed it to Kushina.
"This will help you relax."
Kushina's heart pounded furiously,
knowing better than to believe her sister's words. Taking the fragile tea cup,
she cringed at the terrible smell. "Is this safe to drink?" She
asked.
Konan Tsked, "Drink it. It's a
special recipe that will help you relax." She repeated.
"Okay," Kushina warily said.
"Kushina, your son, as I mention
before, is dead." Konan tried not to laugh at her sister's pained
expression. Too bad, she mused, such a pretty face contorted, twisted, bent
into such a pained expression.
"No. You lie, my baby is alive!
Minato, he promised me he would come back and take us out of this dreaded
place, Konan!"
"No, I'm not lying, Kushina. Why?
Don't believe in your own sister?" She stated. "Look, I'm going to
leave for a few minutes. Think about it. Ok?"
Kushina's face didn't change when her
sister opened the door and left. She didn't even blink when the soft thud of
the door roamed around the door. "My baby isn't dead. You hear? My child,
who will be name Naruto Uzumaki, is not DEAD!"
"His not dead," She said
again, her eyes closing after every syllable dropped slowly and diligent from
her red, dry lips.

Konan walked outside, shuddering at the
drops of water that fell down her neck and down her dress. "Pein,"
She whispered, "Good you're here, come out and bring that little monster
with you. I have a special task for you."
A dark red haired man walked outside,
his arms held a bundle of golden and tan skin, wrapped around white pieces
clothing.
Konan looked at the bundle in Pein's
arm. It was crying hysterically, probably cold and hungry. "Get rid of
'it'." She ordered "Hurry up- it's giving me a migraine."
Pein laughed, "Don't worry I'll get
rid of it as long as you complete the end of the deal," He said, gently
pushing Konan towards his chaste along with the golden bundle in his arms, his
lips were only centimeters away from hers lips.
"Just go," She sneered.
"Whatever my lady wishes,"
Pein laughed, pushing her to the side, making way for him and the baby.
Little did they know that Tsunade, whose
eyes never left the baby's view, stood behind one of the trees, silently
cursing herself.
She knew beating Pein in his own game
would be next to impossible but, she would follow him, be a shadow and protect
that child at all cost.
Finally, deciding on what to do, Tsunade
silently ran towards the horse carriage, hid herself inside one of the hay
sacks and waited for the right time to strike.

Pein was in the world of rainbows and
sunshine, the only think keeping him from bursting in waves of pure happiness
was the bundle on his arms. The little thing cried and cried nonstop.
"Shut up, you worthless piece of
meat," He roared at the tiny bundle, than groaned when the child cried
even harder. "Fuck, you make a perfectly rainy day bad."
"Oomph!"
Pein stopped, looked behind him and
narrowed his eyes. He saw nothing and whatever the sound was, he did not like.
He stopped the carriage abruptly, walked
over to back, living the newborn to fend for himself. "Who's there?"
He asked.
No Answer.
He looked closer- making sure his eyes
carefully roamed the wet carriage and the tall thick trees that surrounded
him-and then saw what seemed to be strands of blond hair. Balling up his fist,
he marched up to the intruder and roughly, almost painfully cruel, yanked
Tsunade blond hair and pulled her out of the carriage without a single second
thought in mind.
"You're that nurse-Tsunade-"
He said to her.
"-And your that bastard-Pein"
He laughed, no much worse, crackle and
sizzle almost evilly. "Hn, that's right. And guess what?"
"What?"
He threw her against the tree.
Tsunade groaned in displeasure, her
vision blurred and she swore her back just broke. "Wait, if you're going
to kill me," she said, shakily taking out a piece of paper, "�Put
this next to the child" As soon as she got up though, Pein knocked her
unconscious. He picked up the piece of paper and sneered at it.
Pein didn't kill the nurse, but rendered
her unconscious for a few hours-if that. He had to hurry and get rid of the
kid, take back the stupid nurse and somehow make her believe that this was all
a wild dream.
Oh, great.

Jiraiya has never seen a storm, like
this one, since he was merely a child. It was as though each rain drop was a
tear, mourning for something precious. It was strong, dark and sad to say the
least. Few people would be seen today and knowing that, it would be useless to
stay outside in this weather. In other words, it was suicide.
There was a short cut near the bank of
the river and he decided to cross it, knowing it would lead him into the woods
and then to his small hut. He hated going through the woods though- it was a
dangerous but short way to go home.
The cry of a child
Jiraiya looked around, thinking it was
probably his imagination.
The child cries louder
Jiraiya was now sure there was something
in the woods. Could someone be stuck with children in the woods? He wondered.
If that was the case-than he would hurry and try to get them out.
He almost gave up, when after a few
minutes he saw something�something very disturbing indeed. There, almost on the
brick of the river rested a tiny bundle, crying.
Getting off the horse, he ran toward the
child unaware and uncaring of how slippery the mud seemed to be.
"Mother of Christ, what do we have
here?" He said, taking the child in his hands. The baby, whose eye seemed
to be as blue as the ocean, looked up at Jiraiya with almost sad and
hungry-starved eyes. Jiraiya smiled and went back to his carriage, cooing and
lulling the baby back to sleep in a sweet rocking motion.
Jiraiya ran inside the hut. As soon as
he entered though, children, who were silently eating, scurried over to him,
hugging and kissing him one the cheeks. "Jiraiya, what do you have?"
A boy, with wild untamed brown hair, -and no older than 3 years old- asked.
Jiraiya grinned and turned the baby so
that everyone could see the face, "Meet your new baby brother." The
baby looked around, looking rather confused and tired and then fell back
asleep.
The kids cheered, and asked many
questions. One of them being what was the baby's name, which was only answered
by shrug and a "No idea," from Jiraiya.
Feeling the baby was no easy task,
Jiraiya soon found out. The baby would not eat anything and was glad when one
of the women offered to breastfeed the child. At first, Jiraiya was a little
concerned. He wasn't too keen of the idea of letting another woman breastfeed a
child that wasn't hers, but those thoughts subsided as the child cried in
hunger.
"Jiraiya," the woman who was
currently breastfeeding the child started, "I found a piece of paper
folded neatly inside one of the baby's rags." She hesitated before saying,
"I haven't read it and it might be a clue about this child's
parents."
Jiraiya smiled before taking the note
and saying goodnight to the young lady, who he noticed was tired and sleepy.
"Um, you seem tired. You should go to sleep� I'll handle the child."
She smiled, thanking him as she walked
away.
This resulted in leaving Jiraiya alone,
with an infant, a note and a single candle that lighted the small room.
He looked at the baby soft features and
smiled.
"Well, I guess it's you and me
sport." He said, taking out the note and opening it carefully with his one
free arm.
If you find this child alive,
name him Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto. Keep him a secret for his sake.
TBC�

I know you have so many questions
unanswered but some questions will be answered later on. Please tell me what
you think and be honest-should I continue? Sorry for the spelling mistakes!
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