Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A New Vessel ❯ No Control ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: A New Vessel

Author: Dragon Dung

Beta: Riki

Pairings: Naruto x Sasuke/Sasuke x Naruto

Warning: Alternate Universe, yaoi, general OOC…

Disclaimer: See first chapter.


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Chapter 4: No Control

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Sasuke was torn between anger and despair as he stared at the canvas before him and the light sketch that was drawn upon it. He was seated on a stool, one arm resting across the right leg that he had propped up on the stool in front of him. The scene would have made an amusing drawing itself- the artist being consumed by the art from ,what seemed to be, the inside out. The only method that he ever used to channel all of his feelings and strange dreams was by spilling it all unto paper. His older brother once told him that, by capturing a scene of his dreams unto paper, he would never be haunted by that dream again. Sasuke had tried his best to replicate the scenes perfectly. The more dreams he had, the more fervently he tried to take "snapshots" of them using any media available. His artwork was almost perfect in accurately representing his dreams and emotions but, the dreams continued to persist. And Sasuke had never been able to replicate...

"Those eyes," he murmured into the empty room.

The drawing before him was only a sketch, but the portrait captured Naruto in a way that no one else could. Such a thing both frightened and intrigued Sasuke.It nearly drove him mad; after all, how was it that he managed such a likeness when he had only met the guy once?


"Sasuke?"

Sasuke looked up at Kakashi, his old tutor and a person he considered to be as close to him as a father. Sasuke had actually managed to drag Kakashi with him when he decided to live away from the family estate. Even though he was no longer his tutor, Sasuke knew that he always had something to learn from the scarecrow.

"There's someone at the door," Kakashi told him slowly. He realized, just by looking at Sasuke's expression, that his mind was somewhere far away. Sure enough, the words didn't seem to register just then, "Should I let him in?"


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The young angels, Sasuke and Naruto, had managed to land themselves in a tricky situation. They were trapped several miles beneath Yainehm's surface. Though Sasuke was mostly healed, Naruto was frantically thinking of a way to get out. If they were careless, they could easily be snuffed out. Naruto wanted to find a way to let the others know of their location. He knew that Neji would easily do the rest if only he, and the others, knew where they were.

Naruto looked over to where Sasuke was sleeping. The way his friend seemed vulnerable and fragile asleep was a mystery to him. He had this overwhelming feeling of wanting to protect him with everything he had, and it was strange. Up until then, the one that always acted superior, smarter, and stronger had always been Sasuke. Come to think of it, all that Naruto had ever thought about was the honor of possibly becoming an anchor. He knew that the planet was becoming unstable, but he had never realized how bad the situation was until Sasuke risked his life to protect him. Naruto never wanted Sasuke to have to risk his life ever again. He was determined to figure out a way out of their dilemma, for both their sakes.

However, even as those thoughts echoed in the blond angel's mind, the weariness of the day tugged a dark blanket of sleep over him.

Sasuke woke up, hours later, in the arms of his friend. The warmth behind him, though comforting, had him fighting a blush. He carefully lifted Naruto's right wing and scooted out of his grasp. Now that he was fully awake, he was starting to remember why he had awoken in the first place. He had heard a sad, soothing voice calling him. Sasuke looked all around but, of course, there was no one there besides them. Was he just imagining the voice? A light vibration drew Sasuke's attention to the ground beneath them. Instinctively, Sasuke put his ear to the floor.

"...broken."

The whisper was faint, but Sasuke knew that he wasn't dreaming. The voice was real.

"...tired and broken."

Sasuke frowned, willing his entire body to listen, if possible.

"I am so tired and broken."

Tentatively, Sasuke whispered. "Where is your voice coming from?"

Instantly, a small, burgundy glowing spot appeared near his hand. Sasuke gaped at in in shock. The burgundy spot expanded around him and green light shot up around him. With a gasp, Sasuke looked at Naruto's sleeping form before everything disappeared in a blinding, burgundy light.


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Naruto stood at Sasuke's doorstep. He wasn't sure that he had the right address at first, but the person at the door had told him that he'd let Sasuke know that he was there. The house was big enough to fit five average-sized houses inside. When the door opened again, Sasuke was standing before him. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

"I better get going," Kakashi broke the silence, nodding a good-bye to both of them. "Sasuke. Naruto." A moment later, Kakashi was pulling out of the driveway.

"Follow me," stated Sasuke. Not an order, but a masked plea.

Naruto followed Sasuke upstairs to the room where, he assumed, that Sasuke did most of his work in. Everything from rough sketches to finished work lined the walls of that particular room. Naruto was surprised to see that they were all angelically themed. He was even more surprised to find that they were all familiar scenes to him. Naruto wondered why he couldn't bring up the courage to tell the artist about his dreams but, he was lucky-he didn't have to.

"Do you believe in past lives, Naruto?" Sasuke asked, taking two steps towards Naruto.

"I believe in past pain," Naruto replied, taking two steps back. The words felt strange to him; as if, someone else said them.

"Past loneliness?" Sasuke asked, continuing to walk towards Naruto.

"Past powerlessness," Naruto supplied, looking down at his heels coming into contact with the wall behind him. He looked up to find Sasuke's entire body all but a couple of inches away from his own and his arms on either side of his shoulders.

"Past love?" This question was more of a whisper.

"Past heartache," Naruto whispered back, his eyes closing of their own free will.

Sasuke's entire being was in synch when he realized just how much he wanted to kiss the man before him. He wasn't going to deny himself that need. He carefully pressed his lips against Naruto's, his body almost trembling with the pleasure of that small contact alone. When Naruto didn't pull away, he parted his lips, deepening the kiss. He was savoring the moment, as if it was something that he had coveted for hundreds of years. He savored Naruto's mouth as if he was savoring the rarest of wines and there was only one bottle left in the world. He stopped, however, when he realized that Naruto wasn't kissing back. In fact, he was...

A sob escaped Naruto's lips. Tears fell from his eyes, tears that he couldn't control or even try to stop. Naruto wiped at them with a hand, letting his body slide down the wall until he was sitting down. He wrapped his arms around his knees, his head buried.

He was mumbling something that Sasuke couldn't hear. Sasuke kneeled down trying to make out what Naruto was saying.

"Is this real?" the words came out as a whisper.

Sasuke himself didn't know. What was real and what was a dream seemed to be a jumbled mess in his head. "Does it matter? We're together, aren't we?"

Naruto lifted his head, a sad smile on his face. "For now."

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