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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER ONE: “Clinging to Life”
FIVE HUNDRED YEARS BEFORE THE FOUNDING OF KONOHA:
The child cries.
Everything is dark. He can’t breathe. Something is crushing him, a corpse. The corpse used to be his mother. He tries to push it away, but it’s so heavy.
“There’s someone here,” a voice says. A man who speaks with the sound of iron.
All at once there is light.
The child blinks in confusion. The man picks him up out of the pile of corpses, cradles him. “Shhh,” whispers the man. The child stops crying.
Other voices gather round them.
“A little kid,” says one. “The reavers didn’t kill him.”
“No. Still clinging to life,” says the man.
“What shall you do, Lord Itachi?”
The man stares into the child’s face. He smiles. “Keep him… as my slave…”
“Master,” Naruto whispered as he woke from his dream.
His master heard him. Naruto lay naked against his master’s chest from where he had fallen asleep the night before. Now the master brought his hand across to stroke his slaveboy’s cheek. Naruto shivered with the touch. His master’s hand continued down the boy’s face, over his neck and the small of his back and the curve of his ass. Naruto gasped, fully awake now. He opened his eyes, craned up his head to look into the master’s own.
“Master Itachi,” Naruto said. “I dreamed of you.”
The man pressed the boy to him. Naruto lunged into the embrace, his slender, lithe body sliding against his master’s chiseled frame. They kissed, lips tight over each other, wet tongues twisting, reaching. The slaveboy felt his master’s penis stiff and hot against his thigh. His arms clutched at the man’s back. “Master, please,” the boy gasped.
The master reached his hand between the slave’s legs and grabbed the boy’s tiny, hard dick. Naruto cried out in ecstasy and he almost came. The man wrenched the boy’s penis down with his hand, forcing the boy flat on his stomach against the bed. Naruto spread his legs obediently. Suddenly the master rammed into him, deep, taking him.
The slaveboy screamed with pleasure. “Master!” he cried out.
His master grunted. He pressed the boy down with his full weight, holding the slave’s wrists tight against the bed. Then the man began to thrust. The length of his master’s erect manhood filled the boy’s insides. Naruto cried out, his back arching desperately, twisting his hips in rhythm with the violent movement. His own tiny dick ground against the bed. Naruto cried out again and again. At last the master came, filling Naruto with his hot seed. The boy ejaculated right after. A final scream, then silence and sweat and heavy breaths. He could feel a trickle of semen leaking out of his asshole onto the silk bedsheets, mixing with the blood.
“Master,” Naruto gasped.
“Good boy,” said Uchiha Itachi.
The man slid out of his slave and went to the window. Naruto closed his eyes, panting, savoring the feeling of his master on top of him and in him. Maybe that night his master would take him again, or let the boy suck him off with his mouth. But now it was day, and there was no time for such male pleasures. Master has taken off the face of a man, the boy thought, and put on the mask of Warlord Itachi, tyrant of the Blood Country.
“Naruto, come here,” Itachi said.

The boy went to him. “Yes, Master?”
Itachi stared out the open window, his long silver hair blowing in the sea breeze. “What do you see?”
The boy followed his gaze. Below them stretched the great terraced roofs and pagodas of Sawara, capital of the Blood Country. An immense river cut through the heart of it, rushing into the sea, dotted nearly to the horizon with masted ships. “I see your land, Master, and your people. The greatest country in the world. Your enemies fall before you, they flee at the sound of your name. Soon they shall all be yours.”
“You flatter well, but insincerely,” his master said. “He is coming. Senju Hagoromo the Butcher returns at last.”
“Rumors, drunken sailor-talk, piss from the mouth of traitors. Even if by some chance the tales were true, even if this self-styled Sage of Six Paths were to invade us with a fleet of warships, he must still cross the Endless Sea. The storms would scatter him to the four corners of the earth. Probably his ship is already sunk, and as we speak crabs are nibbling out his so-called magic eyes at the bottom of the sea.”
“My spies claim he is a sorcerer, that he can harness the wind and waves.”
“Rumors.”
The master was silent for a time. Then he said, “It had been thirteen years since I last saw him. That day I shall never forget. Senju Hagoromo murdered my family in a blaze of fire and fled across the sea to escape justice. He near killed me as well, but instead left me with this.”
Itachi touched a hand to his forehead. The skin of his upper face was burned off, charred and blackened. The scar was terrible to look at, but Naruto was used to it. I wake up to it every morning, at least. It smells like a corpse and tastes like burnt worms, is that so bad?
Below the scarred skin, his master’s green eyes were dark and intense. “Now the Butcher returns. I feel the truth of it in my bones. But I am ready for him. And when Hagoromo arrives at Sawara… I will burn him alive, as he did to my father and mother and sister and little brother. This time he won’t escape.”
Itachi’s voice had a dangerous edge to it, a barely concealed rage. The slaveboy knew it would be bad to say the wrong thing. “I live to serve you, Master. Let me fight at your side.”

The man cupped a hand around the boy’s cheek. “You shall, Naruto.”
His gaze lingered over Naruto’s naked body, the boy’s lithe form and smooth face, his soft red lips and mop of golden hair, his wide blue glittering eyes like the sea. He was very beautiful, Naruto knew. That was why he was his master’s favorite. I’m the only one who pleases him. I am by his side always. But Master took his hand back and turned away to look out the window.
“I have a mission for you,” his master said. “I was informed this morning. General Nara Kakashi is dead, murdered last night in bed by the Kitsune.”
The boy’s eyes widened. “The Kitsune? But… General Kakashi-dono lives in Sawara. Not far from the palace itself.”
“Indeed. So it seems the Kitsune has snuck into the city, despite all our precautions. This upstart little assassin… already he has killed a string of my most important officers. Senju Hagoromo is behind it all, without doubt. He sent this ninja to sabotage us before the invasion proper. Now the Kitsune is in Sawara. I cannot have him spreading chaos in my own capital city. Naruto, your mission is to find this Kitsune, this Demon Fox. And then kill him.”
Naruto considered that. “We know nothing of the Kitsune’s true name or face. If he wished to hide, I’d have better luck fishing a needle out of the Endless Sea than finding him. But he won’t hide. He’ll attack again. As soon as tonight, maybe.”
“You mean to intercept him. Where do you believe he will strike?”
“The Kitsune is like a kept beast who lives on rice. But once he’s tasted real meat, he can’t get enough of it, and every time he needs more than before. The Kitsune always attacks a bigger target than his last. General Kakashi-dono was the commander of the Army of the North. That leaves only a few people above him. You, Master. Minister Sawar-dono. Or, more likely, Lord Hiashi-dono, Admiral of the Scarlet Fleet. For the Kitsune, the Admiral must be like the best meal he’s never had. An irresistible target. It will be his undoing.”
“Very well, Naruto.” His master bent down to his slave for one last kiss. The man was a good foot taller, so the boy had to crane his head up to meet his lips. The kiss was warm and quick. “You best not fail. Or I will be very displeased.”

“I won’t, Master,” Naruto said.
“Good boy,” said Uchiha Itachi.
Next: CHAPTER TWO: “The Fox Hunt”
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