Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Senjo no Ai ❯ Love song ( Chapter 3 )

Rated T: for Non-graphic man on man sex, strong to mild violence, bad language, Dark at times, adult themes and situations. Read at your own risk. Enjoy the new chapter! Hopefully, if I keep ignoring my exams, I will get the next one up to you soon. So for the wait I made this chapter longer then usual.

Xx Chapter Three xX Love song Naruto's mouth gaped open at the request— or rather demand— but despite his arched brow, there seemed to be no sigh of Itachi making any joke. “My clothes...off?” Naruto managed to choke.

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“No, but—”

“Then, please, undress.” There was more of a threat in the tone of his voice now, Naruto was sure. Or was that his imagination? Ether way, he wasn't really used to undressing in front of a man he met only an hour earlier. How strange, it seemed much longer then that.

When Naruto didn't move, Itachi's impatience had gotten the best of him. “Do you need assistance? You told me yourself that you where a man whore, a slut, or...wait that’s right.” Naruto froze, his mouth fell. Itachi stood up from his chair and flowed toward him, his purple silk gown trailing behind him like a river of blood. He was prepared to rip off his clothes himself. After all, Naruto was the one who came to him, not the other way around. “I believe Sluts have a certain desire to be...threatened, pushed, or perhaps, forced?”

Naruto shook his head. It wasn't he didn't want to—he wanted the one to be in control. The one who touched and never gotten touched back, but it seems Itachi has other plans for him. One that involves him being in horrendous pain the next day...

-3 years earlier-

“Are you in pain?” Gaara asked, as he lay naked on his belly, his free hand stroking Naruto's short blond hair. When Naruto didn’t answer he started poking Naruto's head with a twig.

“Hell no,” Naruto muttered turning his back away from Gaara. He was a little embarrassed with being nude in the open, and in the daylight no less. Not only that but he lied. He was in a shit load of pain; he had to refrain from wincing and rubbing his rear end. He sat up; a light blush reaped his cheeks when he saw his naked partner. He turned away, his eyes glancing sideways, trying not to seem obvious. “How about you Gaara? Are...Are you hurt? Was I too rough? Gaara?”

There was a laugh. “I am in a little pain. It's true you where a little rough at first. I thought you were going to break my back in two. But then... when I was watching you, the second you saw my face, you went slower and became gentle. ”

“Err, sorry. Next time...”

“Naruto, I am not fragile. I hate it when you get so protective of me.” Gaara became serious. His pale green eyes narrowed. “I can handle myself just fine. I don't need you always around.”

Naruto turned away. In a way that was a slap to his face. He couldn't help it. Anyone who dares touch or intended to harm Gaara in anyway, would meet the end of Naruto's sword. When you where raised with nothing, every road you walked turned to misery, hatred all around you, it would only be natural for you to want to protect what was yours. Gaara was his family, friend, and his lover. Everything.

“If you die Gaara...what do I have left? What’s the point? I can't live...if...” He broke down, sobbing. That was when Gaara regretted ever saying anything. Then they made love. How strange that love can heal all wounds. “Naruto,” Gaara reached over and held on to Naruto's neck, Naruto stiffened when he felt soft lips on his cheek. “I am sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you...”

Naruto play sniffled; he wiped his real tears away. “I am ready for another round it you are.”

Gaara almost rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms over his pale chest. All of his goose-bumps faded away when Naruto put his arm around his waist. “Fine, but lets make a promise. No more killing, ever. I am tired of the bloodshed. After our business tonight with Zabusa, you and me are done. No more. Let’s live peacefully together.”

Now it was Naruto’s turn to become serious. “Do you really think we deserve happiness?”

Gaara shook his head. “Truthfully, I don't know. We did bad things in the past but...can't you change that? Can’t you make it all up by doing good? I hope so anyways. Hey...what would you look like with long hair?”

“Long hair?” Naruto touched the tips of his short, spiky blond hair. “I never really wanted to. Do you think I should?”

“I would like to see it flow past your shoulders. Only if you want to, I mean.”

“Of course, starting tomorrow I'll let it grow out. Zabusa...I hope he fallows trough with our plan. I still don't trust him.”

Gaara yawned; he couldn’t sleep at all last night. “Naruto, last night...you had a hard life didn't you? No, I know you did.” Naruto disagreed. Just as hard as anyone else's. There was always a comforting thought that someone, somewhere, had to of have it much harder then he did.

“I heard you cry in your sleep last night. I think I know you better then you know yourself. You’re afraid. You are afraid to know the meaning of loss when all you...”

“I don't want to hear it Gaara. Don't spoil the moment.”

-Now-

Naruto didn't count himself as cheating. Sure he loved Gaara, but he has needs too. Sex to Naruto was like shitting on the toilet or eating a well balanced meal: It needed to be done. With whom, or where, it didn't matter. Slut... The word echoed in his mind like a broken record. That was first time anyone has insulted him and still remained to be breathing. What a horrendous word. Naruto thought that term was only used on a loose woman, apparently not in Itachi's vocabulary.

“What was that?”

“You heard me my pet.”

Naruto lifted his chin and headed for the door. “I change my mind. I shouldn't have come here. I wasn't thinking clearly.”

“In case you have forgotten your position, you aren't allowed to change your mind, Slut.” Itachi said coldly as he took a firm step forward. This made Naruto confused. He couldn't tell if Itachi was evil, good, something in-between, or something else entirely. What the hell is Naruto going to do now? Play along?

“Itachi I...can't, please understand.”

There was a twitch of anger in Itachi's face; he calmed himself before Naruto noticed. “I wish I could Naruto-kun, but I can’t let you leave without getting what I want.”

“And what is it you want?” Naruto knew that was a stupid question. He knew damn well what Itachi wanted.

“I want your body.” That was blunt, or rather obvious, without even the slightest hesitation.

Naruto ignored him. He shifted his weight to step around Itachi and continued walking to the door.

Itachi couldn't have him leave so soon. Not till the deed was done. “Leave now,” Itachi said so coldly it would make boiling water turn to ice, “and I will have that red head killed before your eyes.” Naruto stopped dead in his tracks; he lifted his hand off the doorknob and stood frozen. His back was still faced at Itachi when he allowed his arms fall to his sides.

Bingo. Itachi just found Naruto's weakness. That knowledge may come in handy later on.

“Leave him out of my affairs. This has nothing to do with him!”

“Then do as I say and strip.”

Naruto faced Itachi, anger flared in his blue eyes. He crumpled his shirt in his palm, and without faltering, ripped off his shirt completely. It fell to the floor in shreds. If he wanted Naruto naked, that meant Itachi wanted the illusion of intimacy, so Naruto complied, taking off his trousers in swift motions.

When Naruto was done, naked as the day he was born, the blond slave looked up to see Itachi calmly appraising him. Or not so calm, because Naruto could see the brightness in his normally hollow, black eyes and the excitement in his body movements.

Itachi took Naruto hard by the shoulders, and crushed his lips on Naruto's mouth.

“Naruto-kun, I don't want you to fear me. Relax, please my pet, you will like it I promise. Submit yourself to me and I will do the same for you,” Itachi said in a low seductive voice, his warm, sweet breath hitting his face. Then suddenly, Naruto felt a hot wet tongue on his neck, he shivered with pleasure only thinking about how good it felt. It ran up to his cheek, past his ear, on onto his lips. Their tongues intertwined and battled into a raging war.

The Uchiha had long, well-manicured fingernails, Naruto could feel them slowly trace over his heart, chest line, and down his abs. Then Naruto winced when he felt the sharp nails dig into his skin, not hard, but hard enough to draw blood.

Going to his knees, the Uchiha began licking away the blood, his tongue twirling in circles over the wound. Naruto put his hand on his head, his fingers getting lost in the softness of his hair, softer then the finest silk he had ever touched. He tried not to look but feel. How can something so twisted and disgusting be so...arousing. The saliva on his cheek began to dry and cool.

Naruto looked around the chambers. It was the darkest place of the castle. The high ceiling was decorated with a crystal chandler, the walls where white; the floor had white and black tiles. A fire burned strongly in the hearth, adding a note of warmth. Dark furniture. Dark drapes fluttering back and forth by the windows. A dark picture on the wall of a child savagely ripped apart by wolves. On the mantel, a single rose held in a vase.

Naruto shut his eyes tight, allowing himself to become thick and hard. He felt a shiver up his spine when he felt Itachi's wet tongue go lower, past his bellybutton, lower, lower. Naruto moaned. He felt shame for the pleasure, but still, he welcomed it shoving all thoughts of Gaara in the back of his mind. Naruto arched his back, putting all his weight on the ball of his feet, so his legs wouldn't buckle and fall over.

“Ohhh, god.”

Before he could fully release, Naruto tugged at Itachi arm pulling him to his feet. “No,” he gasped. “We should stop this. Even if you are the heir to the throne if anyone should catch us...”

“I know.” Itachi looked down. Naruto reached up and rubbed his thumb over the thin line over his cheeks. Itachi continued, “But, for one night, let us forget that.”

Naruto grinned, not angry anymore. Forgetting all about the empty threat. “Only one night?”

The blonde could have sworn that he saw a faint blush, but Itachi turned away before he could fully confirm it. Itachi sat down on the foot of his king sized bed; he seemed tired and a bit pale. Without another thought, Naruto's hand quickly went for his throat, cutting off Itachi's breath. The force knocked Itachi on his bed, his long, raven hair feathered around his face, carrying Naruto on top of him.

Naruto's mouth was everywhere. Raining kisses on his Itachi's eyelids, warm cheeks, down his neck. Itachi gasped, surprised by Naruto's sudden aggression. When he felt Naruto grind on his pelvis against him he could feel his own organ ticking into a full rod of power.

Naruto had pride, and dominance. He would not give into being the receiver so easily, but then Itachi wouldn't ether. Panting heavily, Itachi slowly slipped his legs open and Naruto took it as an invitation to thrust against him. Unfortunately Itachi was fully clothed, and the barrier of his thin trousers kept Naruto from entering inside his opening.

“If this is the first time like you say it is,” Naruto slipped his hand under the robe, feeling Itachi’s flat, rock hard chest. “Then I will go easy on you. Tell me if I go too hard or fast.” Itachi nodded slowly.

Naruto glanced at his prey, Itachi’s lips were red, his cheeks flushed, and his breath came in tiny little pants. “Naruto-kun?”

“Yes,” Naruto asked not wanting to deal with small talk.

“You should cut your hair. It’s nothing but a dead weight on your shoulders; a filthy tattered mess. ”

There was a deep sigh from the pit of his soul. “I’ll think about it.”

“It is finally done.” Gatou stepped back admiring his handle with the blade. The extra pile of useless flesh fell to the stone floor in a splat. “What are you standing there for? Get the burner! We don't him to die yet do we?”

“No sir,” the apprentice ran to the smoking burner at the end of the room, sweat poring down his face, he grabbed the handle of the black bar and pulled it out of the flames; the tip was glowing yellow and orange. By now the poor red-head had long lost conscious. It is a good thing though; the next part was the worst and most painful.

“Now press it against his skin. You have to burn the area so he won’t die of infection later on or our work here would be for nothing.”

“Yes, I know.” It was a grueling hour of cutting the right areas and now the apprentice was tired of just watching. He wanted to see his wife and kids. Forget what ever happened here. The weak minded apprentice shut his eyes before trusting the burning rod to his Gaara's wound.

There was sizzling, like the sound of cooking bacon in pan of grease. The skin where the organ should have been, started to turn black and bubble up. Gaara flinched intuitively, but he was still unconscious.

“Ok that’s enough,” Gatou put a hand on his new cutting doctor’s shoulder. “You did good. Now mark him as a house slave, bandage him up, and then dump him back in the cell where we found him.”

“Yes-sir.”

When Naruto awoke three hours later, he felt surprisingly refreshed. He stretched his arms out, yawning, and cracking his joints into place. This was the best sleep he had in a long time. He stopped moving when he felt Itachi stir next to him.

He suddenly felt sick. Why, he didn't really know.

Naruto was still sweaty and covered in sticky human juices, his, and Itachi's. He always hated that part about sex. How messy it always is. Funny, how he never thought about it when he and Gaara had sex, that one time, so very long ago.

Just thinking about what he and Itachi did earlier made him arouse again. But as always, so did the feeling of sickness and guilt that will slowly consume him and his every being the very second he sees Gaara. It already storied up in the pit of his stomach. He felt like crying. Out of anger. Out of sadness. Out of his own stupidity for believing he could ever forget. Or better yet, using a cheep substitute.

As he lay in prince Itachi’s bed, Naruto secretly wished his own demise. That when he battles someone in the big arena, their sword of mercy would end his pitiful life, so all the pain would disappear.

“Remember Naruto, its not dying that is easy, it is living your life to its fullest that is the hardest. Anyone could end their life, but then that’s a coward’s move. Never be a coward.”

Ahh, Gaara’s old words of wisdom. How he missed him so. That’s why he was the leader of the pack. Yes, that’s right if he dies…who would protect Gaara?

The slave looked down at a sleeping Itachi, he was very naked and not under the sheets of his bed, shivering like a leaf from the cold. Naruto sighed and shook his head. He stood up and lifted Itachi off the bed, pulled back the sheets, and placed him gently underneath them. After tucking him in and kissing his forehead, with a wave of his hand, Naruto brushed the loose strands of black hair out of his face, admiring how attractive the man really was. Not feminine beauty, but masculine and strong; still someone he really didn’t want to mess with.

“Not bad your first time. I look forward to doing that again, real soon.”

“Naruto, promise me you will be next to my side when I wake up. I want you to be the first person I see in the morning.”

Naruto reached for his pants. “Sorry but I can't do that,” he mumbled to himself. He pulled the fox pendent out of the pocket and lifted it into the candle light. “Never leave anywhere with out my good luck charm.” He kissed the fox on its head before shoving it back into his pocket.

After getting fully dressed, Naruto walked to the edge of the room, tapping lightly on the door for the guards to take him back to his cell.” The sire is done with me,” he whispered hoping that he wouldn't wake Itachi. The door creaked open and he slipped outside.

Itachi opened one eye once the door shut, pressed a hand to his forehead, the place where Naruto kissed him. He was too fatigued to run after Naruto. He knew Naruto would come back to him. He had to. Naruto belonged to him. But right now he needed rest.

Itachi closed his eyes, and moments later he fell into a dreamless sleep.

“And so I lifted her skirt and then...”

“And then?” the guard asked with tingling excitement while one hand gripping Naruto's arm.

Naruto grimaced. The palace guards just don't know how to shut up. How very unprofessional. He has only walking five minutes with them and already his ears where bleeding with this pointless gossip. Naruto bit his lip; he was excited to see Gaara. Well, food always made Gaara happy, if he gives him something maybe he could forget what happened.

Naruto stopped.

“What is the matter, Slave?” The guard said with bitter annoyance, not bothering to hide his disgust for Naruto, a useless thrall that probably won’t live very long because he belongs to Itachi.

“What’s over there?” Naruto pointed to the big empty hallway. It was covered in spider webs and had a misty smell that smelled like rotten eggs.

“None of your business keep moving.”

But it was Naruto's business. Or at lest, he will make it his business. Grinning like a clever fox, Naruto pointed to the opposite end of the hall. “Hey! Do you see that?”

The guards looked at each other, and then turned their heads to see what Naruto was pointing at. Naruto couldn't help but snicker to himself. The oldest trick in the book, the dumb bastards.

“I don't see any—”

Before he could finish Naruto swirled around, jabbed one guard in the stomach with his elbow, grabbed a handful of their helmets and clunked both of there thick foreheads together as hard as he could. They moaned in pain and fell to the floor in a crash.

Running as fast as he could, not glancing back to see if the guards where following, Naruto quickly opened a random door and shut himself inside. It was a maid’s room; the woman inside was going to scream, dropping her knitting material all over the floor. Naruto put one finger to her lips. “Shhhh, I am not here to hurt you,” he whispered as gently as he could, hoping she wouldn’t still scream. “I’ll be gone in a minute.” The woman nodded and backed slowly away from him.

“That son of a bitch! You dumb-ass! You fell for the oldest trick in the...”

“Hey you did too! Let’s just find him before we loose both of our jobs.”

Naruto crouched low; he stayed that way until he could hear the loud clanking of their footsteps fade away. He opened the door a jar and stepped outside when he saw no one in the hallway, then waved his thanks to the maid.

Music.

No, not music. Someone was singing. Whoever it was had a beautiful voice. Like an angel. It was mesmerizing. Before Naruto even knew where he was going, his feet were taking him in the direction of the singing.

The song was in an ancient language. One where no one speaks anymore, or can even write in it because the symbols had long lost their meaning with time. But Naruto knew that language. He was taught it as a young boy.

The song was story about a goddess, a beautiful woman who got everything she wanted, except a man she truly loved. Naruto closed his eyes trying his best to translate the words and take in the person singing it as well.

The goddess was sad.

She fell in love with a handsome mortal. She would visit him every night for five years with never-ending jewels and treasure, telling him she could make him happy. But he refused. The mortal did not love her back, so, in her own sorrow, she stabbed herself in the heart with a knife. Well that sucks, Naruto thought, but in weird a way, he could relate to the weeping goddess of the sky.

But the story did not end with the death of the goddess. When she died, only then did the man she love realize he loved her back. Without her around, his days where dull and ugly. He hated himself for not realizing it sooner. The singers’ voice became higher pitched; you could feel the anguish and hurt as if he or she had experienced the tragedy firsthand.

Naruto found himself standing in fount of a golden door, the singing was coming from inside, it was half-cracked open as if invitation was expected. The castle was a never ending maze, all the rooms where pretty much the same. But this room was different, filled with something enormous inside.

When Naruto finally gathered the courage to walk in, he was surprised to find himself outside. There were trees, grass, weeds and bushes that went to his waist, moist soil beneath his feet. He blinked, once then twice. This was a room inside the castle because instead of seeing a blue sky, he saw a ceiling with a painted blue sky and smiling angles playing in the clouds. Something you would see inside of a church.

As he kept walking the singing became louder, but now he also heard the sound of rushing water. He shoved the bushes aside, trying to make out the blurry figure underneath the waterfall. Deciding his curiosity was more important then his life; Naruto ducked low trying to get a better view of the still singing person.

At last he could see clearly now. He was so close he could smell the incense that dangled under the trees. Naruto gasped, the person was a naked male, most likely taking a bath. His hands were starched out, the rushing water falling over his head and down his body. He was still singing.

The ending to the song was coming near. The man lived for years, blind, looking for what he had lost, searching for the goddess of the sky. He had gone insane, for he knew she was dead...yet he still searched for her...

Another gasp. Sasuke. The person singing was Sasuke, the royal brat. Naruto couldn't believe it. He never would have guessed such exquisiteness could come from the likes of him. Naruto turned around, blushing at Sasuke’s nakedness. He was only here for the song. Nothing more.

As months and years past, the man became old. So very old. People called him crazy, hit, and even beat him for no reason at all. Then finally, at last, he saw her in a town market. She was as beautiful as he remembered. The goddess, only, she was mortal now. She had been re-born as a mortal.

“I had searched for you,” he said while tears glistened in his eyes. He was not a handsome man anymore but an eighty year old man with wrinkly skin. “I had never given up. I needed to tell you...”

She took him by the hands. A smile forming on her lips. She remembered him. “Its ok, I have been waiting for you too. We can live forever together.”

At that moment, as if fate was laughing at them, the old man had a heart attack. He fell to his knees. Pain burning his insides. No not yet! I haven't told her yet...

“I was so very happy to have met you, my love,” his breath was coming in short gasps. He didn’t have much longer to live. He knew it. And he welcomed it with open arms. “You made the sun shine, the grass seem greener, and now, I can die a happy old man. I am sorry I was too late to say I...”

I love you..

She cried as he died in her arms. When her time was up, she would meet him in heaven and they could finally live together forever.

Sasuke stopped singing. Naruto let the story sink deep into his soul for a moment. He turned around, he still felt sad a bit sad even though it was a happy ending. He straitened his body poster. The easy part was getting in, and now, Naruto had to sneak out without getting caught. He lifted his leg…

Crunch. Naruto just crushed something; well it was dead or broken now. Unfortunately for him, Sasuke had heard whatever he squished.

“Show yourself. I know you are there!” Naruto winced, brushing his blond bangs out of his face, trying to figure if running for it was a good idea. But then he would most likely get lost and he had been away from Gaara for a little too long.

Naruto hoped out of the bushes. His arms up in surrender.

“You,” Sasuke said his voice incredibly calm. “What are you doing in my chambers?”

“Spying on you. And…I was jacking off to your naked body,” Naruto grinned. That last line had to set him off. For what he seen, Sasuke is like a walking time bomb. “Why else?”

“You...” Sasuke wandered deeper into the water so that only half his body was visible. The top half. “You like getting me angry, don't you?”

Well, duh. “No, it’s the truth. I wanted to see you naked so I snuck out of my cell and followed you here.”

“I see,” Sasuke began rubbing the body oil on his arms. “Well you seen enough, now get out.”

Naruto took a step closer. Mumbling insults about Sasuke’s hair.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Naruto tossed back.

“Get out.”

Naruto didn't seem to be getting a reaction out of him. “You Royalty are all the same. Everyone owes you something, but you never give back in return. What is the point of even having a king or people like you? You’re just a waist of good air and resources.”

Water from the waterfall was coursing down Sasuke's slim body; his skin was so pale; it was a weird contrast from his black hair that hung like strings of silk. “You don't know anything about me or the royal family,” Sasuke growled. “What the hell do you know, huh? Do you know what it’s like being a walking puppet, to never be able to live your own life? To have to keep face. To have to do what ever they say! I have no say whatsoever for my own life.”

Ahh, so the true Sasuke is starting to show himself.

“Of course, I forgot having everything you could ever want is a hard life. Never having to worry about food, shelter. How hard a king's son must have it.” Naruto snorted, he really hated all walks of royalty. “Do you know how I got in prison?” Now Naruto was the one loosing his cool. “I stole a loaf of bread. I was so desperate for food. A whole year, we where locked away, more if I your brother didn't come along. Where is the justice in that? I repeat myself, Nobles only care about themselves! They don't care about the poor or hungry of Konaha. They fear boredom! Using people for pointless battles for their own selfish reasons. I am living proof.”

Naruto bit his tongue. He was a bit harsh. Sasuke may have been royalty, but he didn't have all the say in how things turned out. Sasuke turned away, his whole body trembling, it wasn't cold. Was Sasuke...crying? Was that even possible? Naruto felt sick to his stomach, whenever he saw someone cry, whoever it was, even a bratty asshole, he always felt bad. “Hey, Sasuke... I am sorr—”

Without thinking Naruto walked over, reached out, and put a firm hand on Sasuke’s shoulder.

“Unhand me you leach!” Sasuke reeled around, with his fists swinging in every direction.

“W-Wait, hey would you chill! Can you hear me out! I said I was—!” Naruto couldn't even apologize, Sasuke fist met his cheek. The forces of the blow made his head tumble back. Naruto grunted as a drop of blood oozed down his chin.

Not the least bit sorry, Sasuke stepped back. For a moment they were in total silence. The humming of bugs buzzed and the wind roared. Naruto licked away the blood. His lips curved into a fierce smile. “Well that hurt like hell, are you done acting like a wild animal? If it had been a normal person, and not a prince, I would have broken your nose, Royal pig.”

Sasuke was angry. Naruto was provoking him, insulting everything he is. Sasuke tried to hold back his anger. Tried to calm himself. Tried to tell himself that Naruto wasn’t even worth a breath of the almighty prince Sasuke. But Naruto was wining that battle again.

In a fit of rage, he screamed in fury and lunched himself, his fingers curled around Naruto's neck. Naruto didn't even flinch. He could see it coming a mile away. He caught Sasuke easily, griping his forearms up and holding him until his screams ended in gasps.

Sasuke fought him. He kicked out and even managed to bite him a couple of times. But Naruto spun him around, pinning him down to a nearby tree, his leg between Sasuke’s thighs, pressing hard against him with his body. Only when Sasuke stopped moving did he say:

“I bet...Uchiha Sasuke, that in less then a year I can have you moan my name...I can have you beg me to enter your sweet, sweet insides. I will be the one to steal your heart.”

Sasuke hacked deep in his throat and spit right in Naruto's face, in-between the blonde’s eyes. “In the arena, even if you are my fighter and represent the Uchiha brothers, I am going to prey you die. And when you are dead, I’ll be the one dancing on your grave.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow, and wiped the spit off his face with his forearm. “I bet you would. But I think you are afraid of your attraction to me. I have seen how you act with others. It’s different with me.”

“You are so full of shit. You think I am attracted to you?”

“When I kissed you, you could have fought me. Instead, you turned into putty in my arms. The blush on your cheeks. Did I imagine it all?”

“You did.”

“I didn't.”

“Shut up you...dobe.”

Naruto blinked. “Dobe isn't very romantic.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

Naruto heard something like the sound of a blade breaking free from the sheath. Then he felt something cold on his throat like the end of a blade. Only, it was a blade, and it going to cut him if he moved even a little.

“You heard the sire, let him go.”

Whoever it was, they were pretty handy with the blade. “Well, well, looks like we have a new player in the game. May I ask who you are?” Naruto pushed away and he let Sasuke go, who ran behind the stranger for protection.

The man had half of a mask on. He was tall, not muscular, but slim and average weight. His clothes was nothing special, but not plain either, just a travelers uniform with beautiful embroidery, but he presented himself that wasn’t a slave of servant, perhaps noble or duke. He had silver hair that was combed to the side, it looked windblown.

Kakashi flinched. It's him alright, Kakashi glared at Naruto with his one remaining eye the other was shut tight and had a jagged scar. Just with longer hair and a bit tanned. Looks good though. Kakashi put the blade back into its sheath.

Sasuke smiled. “You came back...teacher.” Naruto could feel his nerves tense as Sasuke smiled at Kakashi. All Naruto ever got from Sasuke was a scowl or cold glares. Naruto couldn’t wait until Sasuke looked at him like that. Couldn’t wait until he tasted him…

“I wouldn’t miss the tournament for the world.” Kakashi said, trying to ignore Naruto’s hard stare. “But by the looks of this man, not castrated, he is your fighter?”

“Very observant. Wait, I think remember you.” Naruto took a step forward. He was smiling like an idiotic child. “It’s something… Kakashi right? Do you remember me?” Kakashi side-glanced at Sasuke, before making his decision, then looked back at Naruto.

“No, I don't know you,” Kakashi lied.

“Yeah, a year ago we met. I remember now, we—“

He cut Naruto short. “I said I don't know you.”

“You knew my name real good when I was sucking your—”

The door burst open. It slammed against the wall in an explosion of power as Haku, Sasuke’s personal servant, rushed in. “Enough! Naruto what are you doing here?” He didn’t pause for an answer as he walked over and covered his master’s nakedness with a clean sheet.

Naruto snorted. He gave a fierce look at Kakashi. “Nothing, I was just leaving.”

Sasuke covered himself. “Haku, take this idiot back into his chamber.”

Naruto smiled, taking one last look at the Sasuke. “You don't need to tell me twice, Uchiha.”

He turned to Kakashi. “It's a damn shame we didn't get to finish what we started. I would have enjoyed making love to you.”

“Naruto!” Haku yelled as he pushed and shoved Naruto all the way out of the door. It slammed shut. Kakashi and Sasuke were alone now.

“He needs to learn his place. You can hardly tell he is a slave,” Kakashi said with disgust. “Shall I do the honor and whip him for you?”

“No, if ever a time, I will be the one to whip him personally. He says he knows you...that isn’t true right?”

Kakashi put a hand on Sasuke’s head and rubbed it, noting sensual—something a father would do to a son. Sasuke looked up at his teacher, blush creped his cheek. Every part of his face betrayed his feelings for his teacher.

“Of course not.” It was easy to lie to someone if you told them what they wanted to hear. Kakashi never would have guessed his one-night stand would come back to haunt him. It didn’t go far, they fooled around and that was it. Naruto was at a bar, he seems desperate, they went underneath the pier of the docks, the second Naruto saw his face...his...Kakashi put a hand on his face, Naruto became limp as a noodle. It was only natural; his face was deformed and ugly.

Kakashi bowed. “I will see you at the banquet then? It is only a matter of time before you find yourself a beautiful princess and marry.”

Don’t remind me…Sasuke thought as he watched Kakashi leave.

The route to the dungeons to the lower cells was past the library and through the dark hall lit only by the flaming torch Haku carried. Naruto followed obediently, a windy stairway that descended into shadows that moved with the torch light. He paused to still his heart, and stepped down. They were silent for a while until Naruto asked:

“So who exactly is that Kakashi guy?”

“I thought you knew him.” Haku said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

“Well, not anything about him, just...attraction I suppose.”

“I know what you mean. Well, he does finical work at he docks, makes sure everything is in order for the king. He travels all the time. Whatever free time he has he stays at here at the palace with Sasuke and teaches him sword techniques and such. They get along very nicely.”

“So my interspersion was right. Sasuke has feelings for his teacher. It was apparent. So, is there anything sexually happening with those two?”

“It’s none of your—”

“I get told that a lot. Come on, we’re gossiping servants, right? Humor me.”

Haku hesitated, the torch light flickering above him. “No, nothing that I know about.”

“Just wanted to see what kind of competition I have for Sasuke's heart.”

“Competition?” Haku asked. “Wait a minute. This is nothing but game to you, isn’t it? You plan on having Sasuke fall in love with you so you could break his heart! I won’t have it!”

“My life has always been a game Haku. Look at me, I am a slave, my lover went insane and acts like a child, every part of my life is a huge joke. And yes, that was my plan ever since I first lay eyes on him.”

“What do you have against the royal family? No, wait, you’re trying to get back at the world because the one person you love will never love you back! Sasuke would never be so heartless! He is unpredictable, selfish, and at times hard to understand, but you don’t know him enough. He always had good intentions. He just wants to be free to live his life.”

Naruto flinched. That makes two of us. “And what about you Haku? They may have cut off your dick,” Naruto pointed to Haku's left chest. “But they didn’t cut out your heart.

Over the years I have come to know evil in human kind, so much ugliness and destruction. Just remember that a person can be beautiful on the outside, but have an ugly soul on the inside, in the end, the person is still ugly. Beauty has always been skin deep. I don't know why you believe no one will ever love you.”

Beauty is skin deep…

Haku felt something heavy lift off his shoulders. “We are not talking about me Naruto! You leave the master alone. Just do what you are meant to do and we will leave it at...” Haku’s eyes widened. They kept walking, only a few more steps left. He turned to the door. It had red paint. “This...is.”

“What is the matter? Why is there paint on the door?” Naruto squinted. It was really dark; Naruto regretted leaving Gaara so long in the darkness.

Haku touched the paint; it transferred from the door to his fingers. It was still fresh. “Naruto, listen closely. The palace cutters, or doctors, always mark an X on a door when...a person is recovering inside.”

“What does that mean? Cutters?” As he listened to his own voice, he finally understood. Naruto pounded on the door. It didn’t budge; it was locked from the inside. “Gaara,” he whispered before kicking down the door.

“Gaara!”

To be continued…

There is a very Uncut/smutty version of this chapter. I haven’t written it yet, but if you want a link, the second it’s up I will give it to you. (It will probably be up before I post chapter five—a week or two from now.) Hey, lately I have been a busy (also sickly) person. But I am going to focus on this story until I get at least seven chapters up, then ignore it completely and work on the other ones.

Chapter notes/An- This chapter was going to turn out very differently (Gaara was going to save himself, cuz he is kick ass like that) but I was very pissed off when I wrote this so….sorry Gaara-san. I just know I am going to get hate letters now. As for Sasuke singing, can see it happen, well, by himself. If anyone saw he probably would kill them.

I like the whole hate/love thing going on with Naruto and Sasuke, but that’s just me. Also if you have questions, concerns, please, feel free to ask. I will answer them all in the next chapter.

So … did you hate/love the new chapter? Sorry if it wasn’t any good. T.T; this author is a review whore! She ‘love you long time’ if you tell her what you think. (ps it also helps her work faster.)

Much love!