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Blessed Curse
By : Sasunarufan13
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Author's note: So in the last couple of weeks I finally had some time to catch up with all the reading material I had to keep to the side while I worked on my thesis. I fell absolutely head over heels in love with the series Heaven Official's Blessing. I'm currently reading the second novel and loving it more and more with each chapter. Highly recommendable!
With all that said, naturally me loving a new series leads to my brain getting a bit too excited and one particular scene in the first book stood out to me: the sedan scene. Fucking amazing. So me being me, that scene inspired me to write this particular fic. It wouldn't leave me alone, so here you have 5K word vomit inspired by Heaven Official's Blessing. Yes.
Warnings: Multiple pov, including Naruto's; alternate universe; medievalish setting; mentions of gore and violence; slash; supernatural creatures
I hope you'll like this!
Blessed Curse
There was a boy in town, who everybody ignored. Born underneath a cursed star, the villagers were not willing to interact with such evil. Because evil the boy had to be, for why else had he been born with such strange markings on his face? Why else would cats be inexplicably drawn towards him, even the most feral ones? How else would he had been able to survive as a toddler when both his parents had perished after illness had taken its toll on the village? No, the boy had to be evil, cursed with those markings and those strange cats following him wherever he went. They would not let themselves be tainted by such evil, so they turned their heads whenever he came in view, ignored him as he went about his day, doing whatever cursed children did.
There was a legend clinging to the town, old lore of which people weren't sure about whether it was actually true. Stories about strange creatures making the woods their home; beings possessing powers, the likes humans could barely comprehend. They kept to themselves, the old legend spoke, uninterested in the humans except for very rare moments. Those moments only happened whenever one of the strange creatures sought out someone else to do whatever they did with helpless humans. Whenever those moments arose, the village needed to prepare itself, in order to avoid the creatures running rampant through the streets. There was but one solution that could pacify the creatures' needs during those occasions.
The solution? Offering a bride.
Well, they were called brides, even dressed up as one, but everyone knew they were merely better than bait, prey for the creatures to do whatever they wanted to do. Because the creatures had no need for human brides in a conventional way, but they did so love tearing through the bride's flesh, stripping her of cloth and skin and muscles, until nothing but bare bones remained. The skeleton would be found at the edge of the woods at the end, and the village would be safe for however long the creatures deemed to leave them alone.
There was a cursed boy in the village, despised and ignored by everyone. There was a legend, so old people weren't even sure anymore whether it wasn't just merely a story. The boy and the legend had nothing in common, the boy blissfully unaware of it even.
Until the day arrived when legend and boy gained something in common after all.
On a quiet muggy morning in the seventh month of the year, a farmer heading out to tend to his crops came across an unusual sight. There, wrapped around one of the bars of the gates, a lonely scrap of white cloth could be seen. The edges were frayed, the colour faded, as if the cloth was years old. Old smudges of something unidentifiable dirtied the scrap in certain places.
Mystified, the farmer notified the council about it, for it was a very unusual sight. Why would anyone tie a dirty, old piece of cloth to the gates? It just didn't make sense!
The council members took one look at the sole piece of cloth hanging limply from the bar and instantly they paled, dread filling every single one of them. The farmer might be completely unaware of the cloth's meaning, but the council was not that ignorant. Just one look at the scrap sent their heads spinning, fear making them wish they had protective amulets on them.
"So the stories are true," Inoichi said aghast; eyes glued to the scrap.
Danzo tightened his grip around his staff. "Of course they are real," he said scornfully. "You dared to doubt them?"
"He cannot be blamed," Shikaku said; a severe frown cleaving his forehead in two. "It has been so long since this last happened … We let ourselves be lulled into a false sense of safety."
"No thing such as safety with those demons lurking about in the woods," Danzo sneered. "We have but one week to answer their demands. Who will we send?"
Everyone looked at Hiruzen, the village's leader and head of the council. The old man was smoking his pipe pensively as he stared at the cloth, seemingly lost in thought.
"Who can we send?" he questioned eventually; voice scratchy with age and smoke.
They looked away, for none of them had the answer.
"We cannot just ignore the sign," Inoichi argued two days later, glaring at them from his position at the table. "Who knows what will happen if we do not give them what they want."
"Has it ever happened before?" Hiashi questioned apprehensively. "That the village did not give them anybody?"
Hiruzen folded his hands together; the folds of his sleeves nearly hiding them completely. "According to the legend, that only occurred once."
"What happened?" Hiashi asked apprehensively.
"What do you think happened?" Danzo said scornfully. "The village got wrecked by a plague so deadly, it decimated our population by half. Our ancestors only survived after they gave in and send them a bride."
"Who could we give, though?" Shikaku sighed. "We all know what they really do with the brides we send. I cannot live with the thought of putting a family through that much hardship."
"Can you live with the thought that the whole village will be doomed if we do not answer the call?" Danzo asked coolly.
"That's easy for you to say," Hiashi said, equally as cool. "Your only daughter has already been wed and therefore is unsuitable to be given as bride."
"I do not think you can complain that much, considering your own daughter is set to be wed within a fortnight," Danzo smiled thinly.
"That is our main problem now, is it not?" Inoichi said, shaking his head. "All the viable girls are either married, set to be married or are too young. How can we give anyone when none of them suits the demand?"
The council was quiet, faced with this ugly problem. Indeed, who could they send when none of the girls fit the requirement? For the bride had to be pristine, innocent, and untied to anybody. A child would not do, for her body would be too small and unlikely to guarantee them years of peace. They could not seek out a girl from another village, as that would most definitely lead to raging war with them. What good would being safe from the creatures do by giving them a bride if they would lose men on the battlefield instead?
"Does it …" Hiashi cut himself off, a grimace overtaking his frown.
"Does what?" Hiruzen questioned calmly, regarding him curiously.
"I am not proud of the idea," Hiashi said reluctantly, "but has the legend ever said whether the bride has to be a girl?"
Inoichi snorted inelegantly. "What else would a bride be but a girl?"
Danzo, on the other hand, looked thoughtful. "You mean to send a boy instead?"
"I'd rather not send anybody," Hiashi retorted primly. "As it stands, however, I am also unwilling to let the entire village suffer. We have to give them a bride, or risk ruin be brought upon us. However, we do not have a girl suitable to be the bride. The only solution I can think of to save us all would be to send a boy instead."
"Who would we send then?" Shikaku asked apprehensively.
"The best option would be to send someone who won't have that much of an impact on the village if we lose him," Inoichi said, grimacing. "As for whom …"
He trailed off, as if unwilling or unable to continue, but one look around the table showed that everyone was sharing the same thought. When considering all the boys in the village, there was but one who would not be missed.
The cursed boy.
Hiruzen concealed a sigh as he made his way through the village, exchanging pleasantries with the people he encountered. He did not look forward to the upcoming conversation he was about to have, but the council left him little choice. Danzo would be too brutal, Inoichi too awkward, Hiashi too stiff and Shikaku had never even spoken with him in the first place, so his presence might actually scare off the boy.
Or it might not, Hiruzen considered when he thought about the way the villagers treated the boy – or lack thereof. It was no secret that the boy was considered cursed from birth and his mysterious survival even after an illness had taken away both his parents did nothing to quell the rumours. In fact, they lent more fire as fuel instead, for surely only someone marked by evil would survive for so many years even when nobody cared enough to offer a second chance.
Still, even with the icy treatment, the boy remained within the village, uncaring that most people would rather see him dead.
Hiruzen felt ill for what he was about to do, but what other choice did they have? They needed to placate the beings in the woods if they wanted to live to see another day. With no suitable girl present, there was but one who could fill in the spot as the new bride.
Perhaps if he truly is cursed, this fate might be what saves him, Hiruzen comforted himself. If the gods were willing, this cursed state might even affect the beings themselves, taking care of them once and for all. He was not sure whether he believed the boy was truly cursed, but if he was, surely this fate would be kinder than to keep living when nobody would ever take another look at him.
He found the boy in the shabby shack he had made his own many years ago. No longer a small kid, the boy had grown up to be a slender young man, right on the cusp of adulthood. His clothes were tattered, so threadbare it was miraculous how it hadn't fallen apart yet. He sat in front of the shack, his legs crossed, petting a black cat while a tabby one was curled up in his lap.
Blue eyes blinked owlishly up at him when the boy realised Hiruzen had halted right in front of him. The odd markings on his cheeks had not faded at all, standing out starkly against his skin as they had since his birth.
"Naruto," Hiruzen greeted him. "There is something I need to discuss with you."
Naruto watched curiously how a red haired girl bustled around in the shack, laying out bright white clothes and white flat shoes. He had never seen her before in the village, but then again, that was not odd considering he tended to stay away from the centre. For all he knew she might have been living here since birth just like him, but he simply had not encountered her by pure chance.
She did appear slightly different from the other villagers, however. She, for one, had no problems looking him straight in his eyes, even offering him a small smile that could be considered somewhat genuine if Naruto had any idea what a genuine smile looked like. There was an air of familiarity around her as well, though he could not recall where he might possibly have met her before, let alone long enough to form some sort of acquaintance.
She straightened up after fussing a bit with the shoes and turned around to face him, offering him a small smile. "My lord, I am ready to help you dress for your wedding."
He blinked, confused. "I'm not a lord," he remarked. Far from it, even. He was considered less than an orphan to be exact, because of his cursed state even if he did not know exactly what made him cursed. If he was truly cursed, should he not be able to use special powers? Alas, he could not, being beyond mundane.
She smiled, thoroughly amused for some reason. "My lord, please stand up so that I can dress you."
Given up on the title, for it was clear she would not budge about this, he stood up, making a useless attempt to brush some dust off his legs. Before the girl had brought in the clothes, she'd forced him into a large tub of soapy water and would have actually washed him if he hadn't protested, waving her off, feeling flustered for the first time he could remember. He did not need help cleaning himself! Even if today was a special day because of his wedding, that did not mean he needed help with washing himself.
The wedding.
Naruto still had no idea what to think about that, even though he had known about it for two days now. After years of being ignored and chased away, someone out there actually wanted to wed him. He had no clue who the groom could be, for he had no bonds with anyone, and the town leader had neglected to give him a name. The only knowledge he possessed, was that his groom would be waiting for him in the woods, to whom he would be brought in a carriage. He had no name, no face, nothing that would tell him who could want to wed him.
At the same time he could not find it in himself to refuse the wedding or run away. Where would he run? The woods? That would be a fine meeting, running away only to walk straight into his groom. What would even be the point? The groom could hardly treat him worse than the villagers already did.
The girl hummed as she helped him into the dress, lacing him up from behind. The dress was a pure white, flowing down until his feet with broad sleeves flaring open around his hands. Even though it was a dress, strangely it fitted him well as if it had been specially made for him. The thought had him shaking his head, nearly dislodging the girl's hands as she fussed with his hair.
She clucked her tongue; the chiding noise having him flush with embarrassment. "Please remain still for a little while longer, my lord," she murmured. "I am nearly finished."
He stood as still as possible while she adjusted the dress some more before helping him put on the white shoes. He blinked when she placed the veil over his face. Just like the dress, the veil was white and while it was somewhat see through, he would have to be very careful when walking if he did not want to trip.
"My lord, if you do not mind, would you be willing to listen to a piece of advice?" she asked, her voice neutral.
"All right," he said bemused. What advice could she possibly give him? Not to anger his future husband from the very start? He barely concealed a wry smile. If his groom was anything like the villagers, it would not take long for Naruto to do something that would annoy or anger him.
"There will come a moment when you will be waiting alone in the carriage," she said, sounding oddly intense now. "Whatever you might hear, please do not come out of your carriage until the groom helps you out of it."
"All right," he said slowly, not understanding why she would give him that advice.
What could he possibly hear in the woods that might entice him to leave the carriage on his own? He couldn't think of anything.
"I am very serious, my lord," she said. "No matter what, you cannot leave the carriage until your groom appears."
"I won't, I promise," he said, wanting to ease her worries. Was this perhaps some kind of test of the groom? He did not know what kind of test would entail him remaining seated in the carriage in spite of whatever noise he might hear, but well, he did not know the groom at all.
He thought the girl was smiling now; her voice sounding much lighter when she said, "Thank you, my lord. Then all there is left for me to do is to congratulate you on your marriage. I wish you and the groom much happiness."
"Thank you," he muttered awkwardly.
She walked away, out of the shack, leaving him alone. The town leader would soon be here to take him to the carriage and not knowing what to do in the meantime, Naruto remained standing, fidgeting slightly, listening to the way his bridal dress rustled with every movement. One of the cats, a chubby tabby who had been visiting him more often lately, started purring from somewhere on his right, as if to lessen his nerves. He did not come closer, however, as if realising that he couldn't dirty the dress with his fur.
Slow, measured footsteps approaching his home had him turning towards the door. Through the veil he watched the door open and the town leader enter. A soft intake of breath followed.
"You are already dressed," the town leader remarked, sounding strangely confused. "Where did you get the dress from, Naruto?"
Naruto tilted his head to the left. "A red haired girl helped me put it on. She left a little bit earlier."
"A red haired girl?" the town leader repeated baffled. "Odd. I did not send anybody."
Naruto shrugged. What could he say to that? He knew even less than the leader did. All he knew was that the girl had shown up with the bridal dress and had insisted on helping him out. Considering he had no idea how to get dressed in such elaborate wear, he'd gratefully accepted her help.
"Well, no matter. You are dressed, which is good. Your carriage is waiting at the gates."
Naruto followed him out of the door, careful not to trip over the hem of his dress. Dusk was settling in; the last rays of sunlight casting an orange pink shade over the buildings. He did not understand why the wedding would take place during the evening, but truly what did he know about weddings to start with? It wasn't as if he'd ever attended a wedding before.
Naruto walked behind the town leader, aware as usual of the whispers and the stares directed at him from the other villagers. Even with his sight limited by the veil, their penetrating stares were hard to ignore; their dark muttering even more difficult to discard. It was nothing he wasn't used to, but it still had him hunching his shoulders a bit. If one good thing would come out of this wedding, it was the fact he would no longer be bothered by the villagers.
"Here you are," the town leader murmured when they arrived at the gates.
A rather fancy carriage awaited Naruto; the structure painted gold with elaborate carvings of flowers etched along the sides. A large horse was neighing softly, scraping its hoof against the ground, kicking up some dust. A man, someone from the council perhaps, opened the door to the carriage, helping Naruto climb inside.
Gingerly Naruto sat down, pleasantly surprised at how soft the seat felt. The inside of the carriage was a ruby red; the windows hidden behind a flimsy dark red curtain. He folded his hands on his lap, not knowing what else to do with them.
Someone must have given a signal, because the horse released a short, clear neigh and started walking, pulling the carriage along; the rough road sending little vibrations through the carriage.
The last thought about the village Naruto allowed himself to spare was whether or not he would ever see the cats again.
Even if the veil wasn't impending his sight significantly, he would still not have been able to see anything. The longer the horse walked, the deeper they went into the woods, the darker his surroundings became. A single candle had been lit earlier, providing meagre light. It was definitely not enough to allow him to see anything beyond the carriage interior.
With nothing else to do but wait until the carriage would stop and the groom would show up, Naruto wiled his time away wondering what kind of man his groom was. He knew nothing about the man, so he allowed his imagination to run wild. Who was going to stop him after all? Maybe the groom was a rich nobleman. He had to be from another village, because why else would the carriage take Naruto to the middle of the woods? But perhaps he had visited the village before and had seen Naruto?
To be honest he had a hard time imagining why anyone would be interested in him by just looking at him, but there had to be a reason why the groom had chosen him. Perhaps he had sent the girl to assist Naruto? It would certainly explain why the town leader had been so confused. The thought that a stranger had gone out of his way to send help to Naruto in order to dress up nicely had him nervously brushing his hands over his lap. He hoped he wouldn't inadvertently end up disappointing his future husband once the man realised he was wedding someone the village considered to be even less than an orphan.
The horse slowing down to a stop had Naruto raising his head, but naturally he couldn't see anything bar the shadows cast by the small candle. He could hear nothing either, save for the rustling of the leaves outside, the rhythmic song of crickets nearby and a faint hooting from an owl in the distance.
Silence blanketed him and he licked his lips, wondering how long he would need to wait before the groom would show up.
He almost screamed when something slammed into the carriage.
The force behind it nearly toppled him over in his seat and he only remained upright by clinging onto the edge of the seat. Heart beating wildly, breathing growing shallow, he could only sit there, fear strangling him, as the carriage was rocked back and forth by whatever was slamming into it. He squeezed his eyes shut when the horse neighed loudly, sounding scared, before there was the sound of wood breaking. The sound of hooves stamping on the ground, growing fainter with each second that passed, alerted Naruto to the fact that the horse had run away.
Leaving him stranded in the carriage in the middle of the woods with whatever was currently doing its best to topple him. Were they bandits? But he could hear no human voices, only strange and hair-raising hissing sounds. He clamped his mouth shut when a deformed, leathery hand clawed underneath the curtain, making a swipe for him. The skin was oddly black, spotted with warts; the nails abnormally long and sharp. Right as it was about to snatch his knee, he grabbed the candle and ran the flame across the strange clawed hand.
The creature, for no human could have such hands, shrieked in pain; the claw instantly disappearing. Instead of being scared off, this only seemed to have antagonised whatever was out there, because when they slammed next into the carriage, the blows were more violent, more agitated and the wood groaned underneath the onslaught.
Instincts had Naruto wanting to fling open the door and make a run for it, but he clung onto the words of the red haired girl.
"Whatever you might hear, please do not come out of your carriage until the groom helps you out of it."
That was what she had told him, urged him to do. He could not leave this carriage until the groom showed up. When would that be, though? And how could one groom possibly stand a chance against whatever monsters were targeting the carriage?
His eyes closed, he felt more than heard the moment the situation outside changed. When just a few seconds earlier, the creatures had been rampaging about, hissing and growling and slamming into the carriage, now they fell silent.
It was dead quiet until …
Horrified shrieks tore through the silence, ripping it to shreds, making Naruto jump and clamp his mouth shut by covering his mouth, afraid to find out what would happen if he let out even the smallest of peeps. Because surely whatever could make those creatures panic so much could only be worse than them?
How was he supposed to keep sitting here when the gods knew what was going on outside? What even was happening? Why had his carriage been targeted? What sort of creatures had attacked him? What was going on to make those frightful creatures scream in fear?
The whole debacle lasted less than a minute.
One more shriek, a low but horrifying snarl, a wet ripping sound as if flesh had been torn. Then silence.
His heartbeat seemed to be the only loud thing left and absurdly he worried that whatever was outside still could hear his heart thumping madly.
He froze when the curtain moved. This time it moved gently as if fluttering in the wind when the door opened. A pale hand – a human hand – slowly reached inside, but instead of making a grab for him, it hovered there, palm side up, as if waiting for Naruto. Naruto eyed the hand from underneath his veil a tad apprehensively, wondering if this was just a trick from an even worse creature. The hand remained in the air, making no move to disappear nor to grasp at him. Whoever it belonged to must be very patient for Naruto sat there staring at the hand for quite a while.
Eventually he stirred, figuring – hoping – that this must be the groom. If it had been a creature worse than the ones who had attacked the carriage just now surely it would not wait this patiently?
So Naruto slowly reached out and rested his hand on top of the other one, feeling smooth, cool skin underneath his. The hand loosely curled around his before guiding him out of the carriage. He had three seconds to look around, spot the misshapen bodies torn apart, strewn around the clearing, the blood slowly seeping into the earth, when he stumbled on the last step, tilting forwards.
Bracing himself for the fall, his breath escaped him in a surprised woosh when instead of meeting the ground, he landed against cloth. Cloth which covered a firm chest, forming a cloak around the owner. The one holding him up was taller than him, his shoulders broad, his chest firm, and Naruto blushed when he realised he'd been ogling the man's chest for an embarrassingly long time.
The man chuckled, the sound soft and pleasant to the ears, but before Naruto could look up, the man – his groom – started guiding him away from the carriage, helping him around the discarded pieces of the creatures. They had all been literally torn apart, Naruto marvelled, and he side-eyed the groom from behind the veil, wondering what kind of man could not only stand up against those foul creatures but also defeat them in such a short time.
Just who was this groom?
He had no idea where the man was leading him and a part of him thought he should be afraid, or at the very least wary. Here he was, being led around by a man he did not know, but oddly he felt safe with him. He shouldn't, not after having seen the carnage left behind, but for some reason the man did not scare him. The grip on his hand remained light the entire time and if he wanted to, he could pull his hand away.
He didn't want to. Holding onto the man's hand, he looked around as much as the veil allowed him, taking note of the way the moonlight was spilling beautifully through the gaps in the leaf roof. The silence reigning here was peaceful, only broken by their footsteps. He kept quiet as well, unwilling to break the peaceful silence first even when he was curious to find out who his groom was.
They had been walking for a little while now when soft rain started to pitter-patter down. Before the first drop could hit Naruto, an umbrella suddenly appeared above him, making him glance at the groom. The man was walking confidently next to him, keeping his pace, and he was holding onto an umbrella with his free hand. Naruto wondered where he had got the umbrella from, because he could not recall having seen one on the man when he'd fallen into him.
It was nice, though, walking together underneath the large umbrella, listening to the serene sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, removing the mugginess from the air.
They arrived at another clearing, one with the grass reaching as high as Naruto's hips and the moonlight dappling the place in silver. Here the man slowed to a stop, turning to face him. Naruto turned as well, curious as to what was going to happen now.
He held his breath when his hand was released; that same pale hand now coming up, reaching out to his veil. The hand hovered right in front of it, as if awaiting Naruto's cue, but when Naruto didn't move, the second hand came up and then his veil was slowly lifted up.
Bit by bit, more and more of the man was revealed as the veil disappeared. Slowly Naruto's gaze travelled upwards from the firm chest wrapped up in a dark red cloak to his throat to his –
Naruto's breathing hitched when his eyes landed on the man's face.
The other one smiled. "Hello there, it has been quite a while, has it not?"
At once old memories, maybe centuries' old ones, who could say?, rushed through Naruto's mind, images of him and the dark haired man twisting together, exchanging kisses, touches, caresses … Their vow to always be together, to find the other one back when the inevitability of death caught up to them. Growing up from best friends to lovers before losing it all when their home drowned in the horrors of the war.
Their last promise, "I swear to you, I will find you again, Naruto, no matter how long it takes, no matter what I will have to do, I will find you!"
And so he had done that. Because of course he would have managed it, for there was nothing in the world he could not accomplish when he set his mind to it.
"I can't believe it," Naruto whispered awed; his own hands coming up to frame his face, drinking in those pure black eyes, that soft smile only he had had the pleasure of seeing every time. The softness of his skin, the sharpness of his jawline – it was all just like he remembered it. How was that possible?
Sasuke smiled, covering his hands with his own. "I told you I would find you again. You kept me waiting for a long time," he chided, but he kept smiling; his eyes glimmering fondly.
Naruto shook his head slowly, still somewhat in disbelief even though the sight in front of him, between his hands, was very much real. "How did you … Those creatures back there – you got rid of them all."
"They didn't stand a chance against me," Sasuke scoffed.
Naruto could do nothing but smile, remembering that arrogance very well. But was it truly arrogance when it was nothing but truth? "How did you do it?"
"It helps when you're no longer human," Sasuke murmured, smiling faintly as he turned his head to press a gentle kiss against Naruto's right hand.
Naruto blinked and then smiled, closing the distance between them; his bridal dress rustling against the grass. "Wil you tell me what happened?"
"But of course," Sasuke murmured and bent down, catching Naruto's mouth in a slow but oh so sweet kiss; the tenderness of which had tears springing up in Naruto's eyes as he allowed himself to believe that, yes, this was truly happening; Sasuke had really returned to him.
"After all," arms tightened around his waist carefully; his nose filled with that achingly familiar woodsy scent, "we have all the time in the world now."
The End
AN2: Additional warning of reincarnation. I am honestly tempted to expand this particular universe a bit more, but we shall see what my brain comes up with (and if there would be any interest in more). For the ones curious: some would say Sasuke has become a demon, others would say he's a god of nature, a spirit of the woods. Whatever you want to call him, just know he will fuck you up if you even look at Naruto the wrong way.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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