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Feral
By : Daydreamer79
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke
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Written on the prompt from Gaia77 of Y-gallery

Chapter One
The rain was coming down in heavy sheets, rippling against the heavy stone walls and bringing a damp cold into the already chilled atmosphere encompassing the castle. Ice hung unmelted by the rain in slender daggers from every outside ledge. Servants not tasked with specific duties huddled in small masses inside the large kitchen, it being the only room able to beat away the cold. These winter months were difficult for servants, but went unnoticed for the noble family Uchiha. The rain would soon turn to icy snow as the months progressed, making it nearly impossible for the servants to leave the service of their Lord until the abysmally short summer rolled slowly around.
Very few could survive in these conditions. To try was almost to invite the wrath of the icy gods. Only the Uchiha could maintain residence here for they were those who kept the icy land in trust from long dead gods of winter's bitter grip.
The Uchiha were descended from a long line of powerful ice sorcerers. They reviled in the snow and ice of these northern continents, only choosing to descend into the lower regions when summoned by the high king. Their love of the long icy winters afforded this far north brought only disturbances from the most desperate of power seekers. For even with the Uchihas maintaining an apparent distance from the more populated region surrounding the royal city, they possessed nearly insurmountable power and the very attentive ear of the King. Should they speak, he listened. Many even whispered in secret of the Uchihas being the true rulers of the land. They had only to press cold lips to the King's ear and their will would be done. A question was posed as to why they did not place themselves on the throne, and the answer was deceptively simplistic.
The Uchihas were fiercely loyal, but only at a heavy price. They required not gold or jewels for they possessed both in plethora. Their price was something much more secretive. A price for the loyalty of an Uchiha was information. No royal plot or secretive intrigue was unknown to them. Some would say their power exceeded that of the king, which in turn made him powerful with their loyalty to him. The internal power struggles were watched with cautious anticipation from the height of the snowy north.
"There be a cold wind blowing. We're likely to freeze to death in our sleep with this weather and winter has barely begun," muttered one of the servants as he shook off the icy rain from his oiled cloak and stepped forward to warm his bones by the raging cook fire.
He was young, all the servants were. Surviving the freezing temperature of these forsaken lands could only be handled by those still possessing the strength of youth. The pay they received would allow them to live out the remainder of their days in careful luxury once they left their posts in the Uchiha household. Despite the cold, there was never a shortage of servants volunteering their services to the Lord and Lady of this frozen wasteland.
"Those cold blooded sorcerers will like that," grumbled one of the younger servants. "They use magicks to keep warm while we nearly freeze to death."
"Their magic does not keep them warm." A young girl barely past the blush of youth. "I touched the young lord on accident and could barely feel my hand. They are cold itself. Ice blood runs in their veins. Their hearts are frozen and they feel nothing. Demons, every one of them."
A shadowy form stepped from the shadows as if from the arms of a lover. Mismatched eyes scanned the face of each occupant of the warm kitchen before moving forward. "I would hold your tongue, young miss…least you lose it for speaking such words. You are more than fairly compensated for choosing a position here. Do not forget, you asked for the position."
"Sir Kakashi." The head cook dropped his knife and gave a quick bow, his large girth not interfering with the grace of his movement. "If I had known you were there…"
"Knowing I was there would have defeated the purpose." A thin mask and cloak hood hid his face, but not the humor expressed in the mismatched gaze. "Could I have some spiced mead? The rain this time of year is always worse than the eventual snow."
"Of course, Sir Kakashi." Chouza, the head cook, motioned quickly for one of the maids to bring forth a large mug filled with the warm, spiced brew he was famous for making. Some even traveled to the far north just to taste it at the risk of their own lives.
Kakashi lifted the lower bit of his mask and brought the brew to his lips, sighing heavily. "Something is coming. I can smell it on the wind. The watch guards are more anxious than usual. Weather such as this makes keeping watch difficult. The enemy could be upon us before we ever knew."
"Are you certain danger approaches?"
"If I knew that much, I would not be sitting here drinking mead with you, now would I?"
Chouza gave a ribald laugh and patted Kakashi on the back. "Knowing you, probably so."
"You know me too well." Kakashi sighed and pushed his cloak from his head to reveal lush silver hair and two triangular ears tipped in black perched on his head.
Kakashi was a Wolfling. His sense of smell was acute, as were his instincts. Wolflings were generally used as trackers in the military of many of the countries that could afford the price demanded. Contracts with Wolfling clans were in high demand for their loyalty was nearly unmatched.
"Sir Kakashi!" A soldier raced into the kitchen, his body soaked to the bone with freezing rain to the point that he could barely talk over the chattering of his teeth. "A…rider…awaits…Lord Uchiha."
Kakashi's eyes narrowed faintly. "In this weather?"
"He claims…to have a gift…for our lord. He…requests…an audience."
"Who is he?" growled Kakashi in a low rumble. "Give me his name."
The soldier shook his head before collapsing before the fire. Several servants rushed forward to pull the wet clothing from his body and force him to drink warm liquids while rubbing his hands and feet so to encourage the movement of blood in his extremities.
Without waiting for the soldier to regain his voice, Kakashi immediately moved from the kitchen and through the castle with the stealth of one who was more comfortable in the shadows than in the light. Servants who saw his eyes quickly stepped aside to allow him free passage toward his destination. He prowled with animal grace, only pausing to knock respectfully on the large double doors leading to the family dining room before entering, biting the inside of his jaw at the chill present in the air.
While the noble family dined quietly in the chilled room, servants stood shivering in key places amidst the room to await the pleasure of the noble family. Four sets of dark eyes lifted from plates to stare at Kakashi's entrance with barely tamed curiosity. "Kakashi, what brings you here to interrupt our dinner?"
Kakashi knelt with grace beside his lord's chair and bowed his silver head in reproachful regret. Only when Fugaku's hand lowered to stroke over his black tipped ears did he raise his head while fighting back a sigh of pleasure. "Forgive me, My Lord Fugaku, for my intrusion on your meal. A rider has come bearing a gift."
"In this weather?" Mikoto Uchiha, lady of the realm, arched a delicate brow. "Preposterous."
"A truth, My Lady. He awaits with my guards for My Lord's pleasure."
Interest lit into Lord Fugaku Uchiha's eyes. "Then we should not keep him waiting. Who is this stranger?"
"I can not say, My Lord. The soldier sent with the message collapse from the cold before I could get more from him. If it pleases you, I will question him before allowing him entrance into your presence."
"There is no need. I am interested in what has given a man the desire to brave the trek to my castle in the rainy part of winter's beginning. Few would survive long enough to reach the castle."
"Indeed, My Lord." Kakashi nearly moaned as the hand stroking his ears was removed, forcing Kakashi to rise and step away.
Fugaku offered his hand to his wife and stood, followed by his two sons. Both were a perfect mixture of Fugaku's ruthlessness and Mikoto's stunning beauty. Were they women, both would be desired by all. Even as men, the grace they exuded was sight to behold. As they grew into their adulthood, both would be a force to be reckoned. They were otherworldly creatures, eyes as cold as a frozen lake, and just as dark. It chilled even Kakashi to have those eyes, so beautiful and so equally deadly, turned upon him.
Death was nothing to such eyes. That children could bring about such fear was a frightening aspect. His gaze was quickly lowered so not to draw untoward attention from the younger two members.
Kakashi followed the family procession into the large receiving hall. The twin doors were opened with little fanfare and four sets of guards escorted a solitary man cradling a large bundle into the castle.
It was not unusual for persons, noble and otherwise, requesting an audience with Lord Fugaku Uchiha. His magic was powerful and for the right price, could be bought so long as it did not interfere with his loyalty to the King. Judging from the large bundle carried by the cloaked man, such was the occasion. Only time would tell if his offering would equal the price demanded for Lord Fugaku's skills.
"State your business before His Lordship."
The bundle was lowered to the ground and a gloved hand lifted to push back the hood of a thick cloak to reveal skin paler than even possessed by the Uchiha. Dark lank hair was plastered limply to the face and deep shadows present beneath dim, golden eyes. A dark red tongue slipped out to moisten chapped lips before the stranger could fight back the freezing atmosphere to speak.
"My Lord, I come before you to beseech a boon in exchange for a gift." The raspy voice purred from lips wrapping around the senses in its dark beauty. His physical appearance was lackluster, but his voice created dark promises.
"Boon?" Fugaku arched a brow, seemingly unaffected by the purring voice. "You seek my magic? I have no desire for jewels. If you brought treasures of that ilk, you will be turned away into the cold."
"I bring something far more precious than mere jewels." The man crouched by his bundle and began to peel away the damp cloth and wet furs to reveal a golden boy, no older than ten. His body was slender almost to the point of being gaunt and his skin lacked the healthy glow it should have possessed. His eyes were closed and thick lashes lay unmoving on shadowed cheeks. If not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest, he would have been mistaken for dead.
"What is this?"
"A Feral, My Lord. One of the last." Gloved hands moved almost in slow motion, slapping at the thin cheeks and forcing a low moan from dry, cracked lips. Dark lashes fluttered slightly before opening to reveal eyes the color of the most perfect of sapphires. Even in their drugged haze, they were a perfect rendition of the sky on a clear winter's day.
There was no sound from the room's occupants, though Kakashi could see the intense way the younger Uchiha was eying the boy. It was not lust, for his body was too young to experience such things, but something more intense. When life was found in Uchiha eyes, intense interest was alive. The eyes of Fugaku's youngest son were very much alive. The slight dip in the room's temperature was enough of an indication even if his eyes were hidden for he was too young to possess the perfect control of the other sorcerers present.
"A Feral cub…how did you procure something so rare?" Fugaku stepped forward and latched a chilled hand onto the barely awake boy, forcing their gazes to meet. "Ferals are on the verge of extinction."
"Which makes this gift all the more precious." The yellow eyes of the stranger grew intense. The excitement in the man's gaze was barely contained as he spoke. "Worthy of a boon?"
Lord Fugaku was a perceptive man. Few would notice the intense nature of his younger son's gaze even with the faint drop in temperature as his son's hold on his power lagged. If he passed on this creature, his son would be unhappy with him. Itachi already possessed his Familiar, and Fugaku had thought it near time to provide Sasuke with one of his own.
Consideration was given to one of Kakashi's lineage, possibly one of his bastard children left with the bitches of his clan when he visited them during the mating season every few years. The Feral was in poor shape, likely starved and drugged. Feral cubs were decidedly less dangerous than their adult counterparts, not growing into their more deadly attributes until after puberty. Their loyalty was hard to gain, but once acquired, it was nay unbreakable. They would die for those earning their loyalty.
"What boon do you seek?" asked Fugaku after silently considering his younger son.
"I was a magic wielder, not unlike your family. My gifts were taken forcibly from me and I wish to have them returned," answered the man.
Mikoto's grip on Fugaku's arm tightened ever so slightly. It was an expensive request. His rare gift was appropriate, almost not covering the magical cost of such a request. To have one's magic taken away was a straining chore, but to return it nearly impossible with the exception of a select few.
Fugaku's gaze drifted to his youngest son once more. Sasuke's eyes had yet to leave the cub. He met Kakashi's gaze from the corner of his eye, seeing understanding in them. Kakashi was his Familiar after all. They had been together since the death of his previous Familiar when Kakashi was barely a pup.
"Done. Returning stripped power could result in your death. The pain is intense. Are you prepared to die to regain what you lost?"
"Yes," hissed the man. "Return it to me, Lord Fugaku."
A shimmering glow immediately began to encompass Fugaku. Kakashi's eyes widened and he immediately darted in and scooped the barely conscious child from the pile of sodden furs. Mikoto released her husband's arm and backed away with her sons.
The pale blue jewel hanging from Fugaku's neck began to pulse and glow. Deep bone freezing chill encompassed the room to such a degree that ice crystals began to form on the floor and walls, while white puffs of breath were exhaled from lips. The boy in Kakashi's arms began shaking, causing Kakashi to shed his magically warmed cloak and wrapping it around the shivering frame. He had never seen Fugaku exert such force in wielding his magic. Even Mikoto seemed paler than was usual, her hands clenching tightly around her youngest son's shoulders.
Ancient words, long lost to the world, whispered past pale lips. It built in waves, condensing in Fugaku's hand--an icy blue sphere of pure ice magic. Worlds could be built or destroyed with that power, such was its potential. It was a sight to behold and one rarely seen by any.
With slow, deliberate steps, Fugaku approached the stranger and pressed the orb of power into the man's chest. Blue light disappeared into his chest before spreading throughout him, lighting every vessel down to the smallest capillary. The sound of screams immediately filled the hall as the stranger crumpled to the ground and writhed in pure agony. Such power was not to be handled lightly, and the suffering of the man before them was the price he paid for the return of what he lost. Restoration was a bitter route to travel when speaking of magical gifts.
As the light ebbed, absorbed into the stranger's body, the freezing temperature in the hall lessened. Fugaku stumbled slightly, allowing his older son to brace him as Kakashi's arms were occupied with holding the boy. The dark pools of his eyes looked dispassionately upon the stranger laying limp on the cold floor of the hall.
"It is done."
Fugaku motioned for Sasuke to approach. "Sasuke, I gift the Feral to you as your Familiar. Do you accept him?"
Sasuke turned his dark gaze to the child. He approached Kakashi with the calm of an Uchiha, revealing nothing in his expression. Pale, slender hands lifted to stroke over golden cheeks, tracing the dark markings in slow strokes. "He's skinny."
"Probably starved. There is no telling how far he has traveled," Kakashi answered calmly, his instincts on high alert at having an Uchiha other than Fugaku within such close of a space, especially one not in full control of the magic resting within him. The cold rolling from Sasuke was natural for one so young and unable to temper his magic as expertly as the other three sorcerers standing inside the room.
"Will he live?" Sasuke turned his dark peerless gaze to Kakashi before shifting it to his father. "Is he mine?"
"He is yours," acknowledged Fugaku with a slight inclining of his head. "Treat him well for he will serve you all of his days. He will be your shadow, following your slightest instruction with no qualm and protecting you with his very being for you are joined in your souls."
Fugaku's hand began to glow, this time with a muted light. He placed his palm on the chest of the unconscious boy before transferring it to that of his son. "You are forever bound to each other for there is no magic in existence capable of breaking the bond of Familiar to Sorcerer."
Sasuke tilted his head, looking once more at the Feral cub. "I feel his life."
"Yes, that is the way of Familiars. You will always be able to find him, and he you." Fugaku turned to Kakashi. "Get him warmed up and watch over him. He is drugged and will likely sleep for a while. Arrange for food once he awakens."
Kakashi bowed and moved away, only to have Sasuke's hand shoot out and stop his exit. Ice crystals began to form on his armor and a deep chill set into his body. If not for the strength of will, he would have been driven to his knees from the bone chilling pain taking root in the very marrow of his bones. Never had he expected such a vicious reaction from the normally emotionally mute child of Fugaku. "Forgive me, Young Lord, but I must care for him. He is very cold. See how he shakes?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed and looked upon the cub, seeing the shivering wracking the Feral's skinny frame despite the warmth provided by the magicked cloak. Those eyes, dark and emotionless, continued to stare at the boy for several long moments before the icy hand released Kakashi and Sasuke stepped away to join his brother's side. Even with the distance, the gaze could be felt in all its chilling power.
All eyes turned to the stranger struggling to stand. A dark raspy laugh spilled forth from uncommonly pale lips. There was darkness in the man before them, a darkness even more visible with the pulsing of his magic.
"I can feel it again, my magic."
Fugaku stepped forward. "Your name stranger."
"Orochimaru."
Fugaku nodded and turned from the man. "Leave this place. Our dealings are finished. Do not return for no matter the price, there is no boon you could request that I would grant."
Sly yellow eyes narrowed slightly. "As you wish, My Lord."
In a rustle of his thick cloak, Orochimaru exited the hall under the escort of guards. Four sets of eyes never left his back until he disappeared from their sight.
"Why did you allow him to leave, Father?" Itachi, the oldest Uchiha son, turned his dark gaze to his father. "Surely you can feel the darkness in him."
"I will do naught unless he interferes with our interests. Our magic is little different from his. It is not the magic that is dark, but the wielder." Fugaku lifted a shaky hand to the crystal around his neck. "Uchiha do not meddle in the affairs of others unless it directly harms or benefits us."
Itachi narrowed his eyes faintly, shifting his gaze in the direction Orochimaru disappeared. "As you wish, Father. Come, Kisame."
The shadows in the hall seemed to move and a large man stepped unassuming from the corner. So concealed was he that none but Itachi noticed him hiding in wait. His beady pale eyes darted over the occupants of the room before moving in step behind Itachi.
"Sasuke." Mikoto placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "You should go see to your Familiar. His welfare is your responsibility."
Sasuke nodded before giving courtly bows to both his parents and moving calmly from the room. Even at eleven, he was as regal as even the most royal blooded noble.
"Do you think it wise to gift Sasuke such a Familiar, Fugaku?" Mikoto settled her hand on her husband's arm. "Within a few years, he will become dangerous and volatile. Ferals are not known for taking to domestication. It is why they have been driven to near extinction. Their loyalty is not easily won."
"Sasuke chose him, not I. The sorcerer chooses the Familiar." Fugaku released a small chuckle. "Both our sons chose dangerous creatures as their Familiars. The Feral will make a strong guard for Sasuke. I will ensure Kakashi trains him well."
"As you wish, My Lord," she murmured, uncertainty still evident in her gaze.

oOo

Sasuke barely gave the bowing servants any acknowledgement as he passed them in the direction he knew led to his Familiar. He could feel his essence. It was warm. Surprisingly, the warm did not bother him as other warm things. Dark eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lit corridors and pale skin glowed with the barely tamed magic flowing within him.
Opening the door to a small series of rooms that housed the Familiars of the Uchiha family, Sasuke winced at the warmth clouding the room. Only by mentally tamping down his power did he prevent himself from flooding the room with ice in reflex towards the uncomfortable sensation brought on by the heat. He did not kill an Uchiha, but it was very uncomfortable and it required more concentration to work higher level magic.
Kakashi stood upon seeing Sasuke enter and bowed low. "Other than being slightly malnourished and drugged, he is well."
Sasuke approached the bed, cocking his head at the boy lying beneath piles of furs. A small furrow creased his brow and he reached forward to trace the slightly raised markings on the boy's cheeks. The face turned into the caress and a low rumbling purr erupted from the boy's chest, causing Sasuke to jerk back his hand as if burned.
Kakashi watched on in astonishment. "He will be a powerful Familiar. You chose well, My Lord."
Sasuke tore his gaze from the boy's face to meet Kakashi's eyes. "Call me when he awakens."
Turning on his booted heel, Sasuke strode quickly from the heat of the room. The small throbbing essence ever present in him since their joining had intensified when he caressed his cheeks. Itachi had never said a joining felt like this. Something of another was inside him. The disconcerting sensation wrought by the joining was odd enough, but the warmth it created frightened and comforted him in the same moment.
As whenever he was troubled, he immediately made for Itachi's chambers. His brother's experience was much welcome on issues he felt uncomfortable addressing to his father. Sasuke's relationship with his father was strained. Being the second son, he received less of the attention and as such, failed to develop a strong affection for the man who barely turned more than a passing glance to him.
A short perfunctory knock was all that announced his arrival to his brother's chambers. Itachi was seated before an empty fireplace, his room illuminated with only the minimum of tallow candles. The shadows suited his brother, suited all ice sorcerers. Ice and shadow went hand in hand. Winters in the north were composed of short days and long expanses of night. To live in the cold recesses of the north, one needed to become accustomed to the darkness.
Sasuke felt eyes on him, but gave no sign. He knew Itachi's Familiar watched from the shadows. Kisame was a dark creature--a dragon, a creature thought extinct for centuries. Before Kisame, Itachi refused all potential Familiars presented to him until a chance meeting when he traveled to the capital with his father. Kisame attacked their caravan out of hunger to feast on the flesh of the men. It was Itachi, at the young age of eight, who brought the creature under his power and demanded him as his Familiar.
When a Familiar is claimed, there is little to be done. Fugaku was unable to deny the demand and Kisame and Itachi were joined. Sasuke still did not understand the relationship. Kisame said little and Itachi never expanded on how he kept Kisame from slaying them all in their sleep.
"I was expecting you, little brother."
Sasuke approached Itachi, eying how his brother could appear so calm with so little effort while he was forced to constantly tamp down his burgeoning emotions. "How so?"
Itachi shrugged a shoulder. "It's a strange sensation, isn't it?"
"I feel invaded."
"That is a common response, but it is a welcome invasion, isn't it?" An amused light lit in Itachi's eyes before murmuring. "Oh, the fun to be had teasing you once you reach puberty."
Sasuke's eyes darkened with annoyance. "He is a Feral. What are Ferals?"
"Animals. Think of Kakashi as a domesticated puppy. Loyal to a fault. Attentive. Completely focused with his Master." Itachi's smirk deepened. "Your Feral, on the other hand, would best be described as a wild panther. Cute as a cub. Deadly as an adult. Loyal to no one. Needs no one. Ruled by his instincts. Some might say a Feral is more dangerous a Familiar than a Dragon."
Sasuke swallowed slightly. "Does that mean he won't be loyal to me?"
"Little is know about Ferals. At one time they were hunted to be guards and pets, but that did not go over well when they killed their owners. Then, they were hunted for revenge and sport. Now, that Feral cub sleeping in the castle could be the last of his kind. I doubt he would have much reason to be loyal to those that hunted his people into extinction."
"You're lying."
Itachi tilted his head and stared intently at his brother. "Why would I do that?"
"Because you are a bastard." A small pout formed on Sasuke's lips. "You're doing it to make me scared of him."
The humor left Itachi's face. He leaned forward and grabbed Sasuke by the arms, his fingers digging deep into the undeveloped flesh. "Listen well, little brother. Never lose your fear. Fear keeps you alive. Even in this castle far to the north, we are not truly safe. There are those who would see us dead for the power we possess. If Father so wished it, the world would fall to him. He could take what he wanted and leave the rest to freeze in a never ending winter. That sort of power incites envy. What men envy, they seek to destroy."
Itachi released Sasuke with a scowl and turned his gaze to the empty fireplace. His leg crossed and heaved sigh rattled his body. "Ferals are loyal where loyalty is earned. Familiars are our guardians. There must be loyalty. Remember that, Sasuke."
Sasuke nodded shakily and took a step back, feeling a large body press to his back. With a cursory glance upward, he looked directly into Kisame's pale eyes. Lips parted in a grin to reveal sharply pointed teeth designed to tear through flesh with little effort.
"Run along, little Uchiha."
Sasuke tamped down the fear Itachi's Familiar instilled in him. He had little doubt it was Itachi who kept the leash on his Familiar very short. The bloodlust never fully left Kisame's eyes and Sasuke had no desire to test the length of that leash.
He walked across the hall to his rooms. They were just as cold and bare as Itachi's rooms. The windows were open to allow the freezing wind to envelop him in a comforting blanket. As he moved into the room, he thought about his new Familiar. He looked so weak and frail against the warm bedding in the Familiar quarters. The Feral did not look deadly, yet something about him called to Sasuke. He could not understand the anger in him at the state of seeing the Feral laying on the floor of the hall. His lapse in control was so sudden, he was certain all present noticed the subtle drop in temperature before he quickly regained his mind and strengthened his tentative grip on his burgeoning powers.
Shedding his richly sewn doublet and leather trousers, he pulled on a nightshirt left by the servants before crawling into the elegant bed occupying half of the bedroom. There were no servants to aid him in his bedtime routine. Touching his skin without his knowledge could freeze their hands and he was too young to fully control leaks in his power.
Closing his eyes, he gave a hard draw to the freezing, rain soaked air outside the open window, drawing it in with a subtle pull. The chilled atmosphere wrapped around him like an embrace, chilling every part of him save the small warm glow created by his bond with the Feral. Instead of rejecting the warmth, he embraced it and lightly fed his power into it with the hope it would strengthen the Feral. He had seen his father do the same for Kakashi when his Familiar was badly injured and in danger of passing into the Faded Realm.
"I wonder what your name is," he whispered into the silence of the room.
No sooner had the words been whispered did he feel a small pulse of energy return to him. It was warm and an unbidden flush colored his cheeks. There was no pain or discomfort with the warmth. It seemed to both freeze and melt his insides, comforting Sasuke in a way he had never experienced. It brought with it a sleepy sense of happiness, though he could not understand why. It lulled him into a deep a dreamless sleep mirrored by that of the Feral sleeping one floor below.
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