Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Senjo no Ai ❯ 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: yaoifan01 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 413 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 413 | Status: Work In Progress
Senjo No Ai
Ugg T.T; I need to edit chapter two…and three, well maybe later. The next chapter will be the goriest one (you have been warned),also filled with NaruIta and NaruSasu…I wonder who will win his heart? If anyone.
Is it me or has Itachi gotten prettier in canon?( the manga)
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Kyuubi
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“Naruto it’s useless!” Haku pleaded endlessly, he felt as if he was talking to one of the stone walls that surrounded him. “You can’t open the door!”
Naruto whirled around; beads of masculine sweat flew off his arm every time his fist plunged into the door, again and again. Haku winced every time he heard the loud shrilly, crack! He almost half expected a loud crack from a bone breaking in half from Naruto hitting the door so many times. Haku shook the thought from his mind, bad imagery.
“Don’t you tell me,” Naruto punched the door again, there wasn’t even a dent to show for his effort. “What I fucking can and can’t do!” Naruto decided a new approach, so he lifted his leg and with a last powerful trust, hit the wooden door as hard as he could. Apparently he hit in the right spot, because as soon he relaxed, the door swung open, slowly, reviling its contents like a broken shell.
Naruto’s heart beat faster; it thumped in his chest like a wild animal thrashing in a cage trying to break free. His hands trembled. Naruto dashed to where Gaara laid, he was motionless. At first he was afraid to even touch Gaara in fear he would hurt him more or disturb the wounds. Gaara was curled up, lesions from being bound on his wrists and ankles.
“What happened to you Gaara?” Naruto wasn’t expecting an answer. He never did. Gently, so very gently, he scooped up Gaara holding him closer to his chest. Haku twitched when he herd an agonizing cry.
“I am…sorry. So very sorry.” Naruto eyes lowered, his eyes brimming with tears. Then suddenly began chuckling, as if he found some sick humor from all of this. “I always screw things up, don’t I? You said so your self. Even if I try my hardest, I always mess everything up. I should have never left you alone. It’s my fault again.”
Haku stayed in the corner. Not knowing what to say or what to do, his hands placed neatly at his sides. He didn’t know Naruto for long, but his heart still hurt for him. What he saw was a scared, sad man-child begging for someone, anyone to save him, care about…love. Naruto wasn’t perfect, no one was. Not someone to proudly call your friend with that big mouth of his. Just a kid with problems, big problems.
The room started spinning.
Naruto felt sick. Swirls of darkness appeared before his eyes, obscuring his vision, Naruto knew he was on the urge of losing consciousness, he tried holding on…
Laughter. Endless amounts of laughter.
“Naruto, Naruto you’re such an idiot.” Naruto said as he put Gaara back down. “Naruto is an idiot isn’t he? Always thinking with his dick and never the brain in his head. If it were up to me Gaara, you would be dead by now.”
Haku honey-brown eyes widened; he was completely taken back by the sudden change in Naruto. Did he just refer to himself in the third person? “Naruto, are you ok?”
“Tell me Haku, who were the people, or person, who did this to him? I think you would know.”
“Naruto, its pointless what’s done is done. It won’t bring—”
He snickered. “You’re mistaken, I am not Naruto.”
“Not Naruto?” Haku squinted, trying to find the meaning in those words. Naruto had his back turned to him.
“I don’t like repeating myself. If I don’t kill something soon…” Naruto turned his head slightly, enough for Haku to see his pearly, white teeth grinning in a mischievous smile. “I’ll kill you. And don’t think I won’t either. I haven’t killed anything in a looong time.”
For the first time in his life, Haku felt a shiver of fear run up his spine. It was the way he said it, cold, giddy, like he meant every word of it. In a blink of an eye, Naruto was standing in front of him looking down on him, inhuman, similar to an untamed animal. Haku found it harder to breath. Naruto has changed. His voice was a bit deeper, his eyes were even a different color, instead of blue; he saw orange and red, like a fire on a pile of autumn leaves.
Without warning, Naruto grabbed Haku’s throat and squeezed, hard. Haku's head banged against the wall, his toes dangled off the floor as Naruto lifted him higher in the air. “I am sorry, but Naruto isn’t in at the moment, if you like to leave a message then please do so after the beep.” He grinned. “Beeeeeeeeep.”
“Naruto,” Haku managed to rasp through scrunched teeth, he glared back like a frightened child pretending to be brave. “Let go of me, this isn’t funny!”
“Who said I wanted to be funny?” He squeezed a little harder. “Your are as stupid as you are beautiful, Haku. Naruto wasn’t kidding when thought about how pretty you are.”
Not only did Naruto manage to compliment and insult in the same sentence, but little by little Haku was actually starting to believe him. “Then who…who are you?”
“Kyuubi‘s the name.”
Haku fought harder to try and get away from Naruto. He had been a fool, if Gaara was bloody insane—and for some reason, although still unknown, Naruto was the one who caused it—then it was likely Naruto was insane as well. It made logic, considering Naruto claims to not be himself.
Kyubbi leaned forward, “He thought you were attractive, I can only hear his thoughts, not see exactly what he sees, but for once he was right. A lovely man that I can’t wait to taste.” He then slid his tongue into Haku ear and slowly circled around. Haku shivered with disgust and Kuubi laughed before kissing Haku on his lips.
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Sasuke stood outside in the cold, his arm perked up against his chin— for once his mind wasn’t on Naruto. Which was a good thing considering that man occupied his thoughts for quite a while now. Kakashi stood beside him, mute. Maybe it was because of Kakashi’s presence that Sasuke not care anymore. The people inside were dancing cheerfully, hand in had, in the ball room a few feet away. The music from the Orchestra was muffled behind the closed doors.
“You should go inside,” Kakashi said giving a half bow, trying his best to hint that it was indeed cold outside. “Find some lovely lass to dance with.”
“Whatever.” Sasuke's eyes darted to the halls inside; he hadn’t seen his older brother Itachi anywhere. Usually, if he isn’t too sick or tired, he sits in the higher seats looking down at the people. “Kakashi sensei…”
“Humm? Yes sire?”
“Just for once— like when I was little— call me Sasuke.”
“All right, Sasuke. What troubles you?”
“Nothing,” Sasuke gave a dreamy smile, one that would make many of his fan girls turn into a pile of mush. “Just wanted to hear you say my name.”
“Ahh I see,” Kakashi reached over and put an arm around Sasuke’s shoulders, shielding him from the cold, despite the orders and basic common respect not to. Sasuke, his talented student, always had been a little bit too complicated for him. But then that was what made Sasuke special, in a way. At times they were a lot alike.
“Do you hate me? Is that why you are always gone?”
Kakashi blinked, driven back by the question. Sasuke reached up, not waiting for an answer and brushed his fingers over the blue, velvety mask that covered half of his face. Kakashi understood what he meant now. “Of coarse not. I could never hate you.”
Sasuke pushed away from him— from the warmth— and turned away with his hands folded behind his back. “I am glad,” Sasuke said at last. “No…pleased to hear you say that.”
Kakashi shrugged, unsure of what Sasuke meant, but then he figured he would never fully understand. The Uchiha’s were all like that. Never clear with their emotions.
“In an hour, Kakashi sensei, meet me in the rose Garden. I want to tell you something.”
“Why can’t you tell me here?”
“Too many people, it’s important, just come. If you don’t, I will understand.”
Kakashi scratched his silver hair as he watched Sasuke open the door and go back into the ball room.
Yes, Uchiha’s can be very complicated. Its not that he didn’t want to, it was just so damn cold. He rubbed his hands together. It was a beautiful night after all; a little walk would do him good. He sat back down on the stone arch, and watched the full moon disappear underneath a grey—almost black—cloud.
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Kyuubi let Haku go, and watched him fall to the floor; he had no desire to molest Haku further considering Gaara was still in the room. Kuumbi had that much respect for his other half, weaker, filled with useless emotion, self. “How do I get to him?” Kyuubi said enthusiastically, he wasn’t doing it for Naruto's sake, no, but to torment him as Kyuubi takes another life after Naruto promised long ago not too.
Naruto did a good job of hiding him. But now he is loose and Kyuubi would do what ever it takes to keep it that way.
“I can show you.”
Kyuubi walked up to the door, grabbed the rusted handle bolted to the grey wood and pulled. “No. I want you to remain here with Gaara, look after him for Naruto.”
There was silence, and then at last, Haku said, “There are ten levels to this castle. The ninth level is the torture chamber; below it in room 56, is a man named Gatou, who specializes in…cutting. Considering Gaara age, he most likely went to him. But be careful, there are guards all around there.”
As Naruto, or rather the Kyuubi opened the door, the bolts screeched and then shut abruptly. As soon as he could hear the footsteps fade away, Haku fell to his knees; he would let his nerves calm before he would see what he could do for Gaara's wounds.
Haku quivered, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle a wordless cry. “I just sent a man to his grave …for doing his job. Please Naruto, for Gaara’s sake, don’t get caught.”
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As Kyuubi went deeper into the dungeons, a horrible smell lingered into his nostrils. The illumination from nearby torches flickered above, he avoided its light and stayed hidden in a cloak of shadows.
From there, Kyuubi slipped into a narrow passage way, which only few knew about. He descended down the stone steps that seemed to be made of ice because, even through his thick sandals, were freezing cold.
“You slave! Halt!”
Kyuubi froze just like he had been told. No matter how stealthily he had been—he got caught—before he even made it to the last level, the infamous torture chamber. He raised his hands slowly over his head.
“‘Hello, I wonder… are you guys up to play a game of live or die?”
review??
Ugg T.T; I need to edit chapter two…and three, well maybe later. The next chapter will be the goriest one (you have been warned),also filled with NaruIta and NaruSasu…I wonder who will win his heart? If anyone.
Is it me or has Itachi gotten prettier in canon?( the manga)
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Xx Chapter four xX
Kyuubi
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“Naruto it’s useless!” Haku pleaded endlessly, he felt as if he was talking to one of the stone walls that surrounded him. “You can’t open the door!”
Naruto whirled around; beads of masculine sweat flew off his arm every time his fist plunged into the door, again and again. Haku winced every time he heard the loud shrilly, crack! He almost half expected a loud crack from a bone breaking in half from Naruto hitting the door so many times. Haku shook the thought from his mind, bad imagery.
“Don’t you tell me,” Naruto punched the door again, there wasn’t even a dent to show for his effort. “What I fucking can and can’t do!” Naruto decided a new approach, so he lifted his leg and with a last powerful trust, hit the wooden door as hard as he could. Apparently he hit in the right spot, because as soon he relaxed, the door swung open, slowly, reviling its contents like a broken shell.
Naruto’s heart beat faster; it thumped in his chest like a wild animal thrashing in a cage trying to break free. His hands trembled. Naruto dashed to where Gaara laid, he was motionless. At first he was afraid to even touch Gaara in fear he would hurt him more or disturb the wounds. Gaara was curled up, lesions from being bound on his wrists and ankles.
“What happened to you Gaara?” Naruto wasn’t expecting an answer. He never did. Gently, so very gently, he scooped up Gaara holding him closer to his chest. Haku twitched when he herd an agonizing cry.
“I am…sorry. So very sorry.” Naruto eyes lowered, his eyes brimming with tears. Then suddenly began chuckling, as if he found some sick humor from all of this. “I always screw things up, don’t I? You said so your self. Even if I try my hardest, I always mess everything up. I should have never left you alone. It’s my fault again.”
Haku stayed in the corner. Not knowing what to say or what to do, his hands placed neatly at his sides. He didn’t know Naruto for long, but his heart still hurt for him. What he saw was a scared, sad man-child begging for someone, anyone to save him, care about…love. Naruto wasn’t perfect, no one was. Not someone to proudly call your friend with that big mouth of his. Just a kid with problems, big problems.
The room started spinning.
Naruto felt sick. Swirls of darkness appeared before his eyes, obscuring his vision, Naruto knew he was on the urge of losing consciousness, he tried holding on…
Laughter. Endless amounts of laughter.
“Naruto, Naruto you’re such an idiot.” Naruto said as he put Gaara back down. “Naruto is an idiot isn’t he? Always thinking with his dick and never the brain in his head. If it were up to me Gaara, you would be dead by now.”
Haku honey-brown eyes widened; he was completely taken back by the sudden change in Naruto. Did he just refer to himself in the third person? “Naruto, are you ok?”
“Tell me Haku, who were the people, or person, who did this to him? I think you would know.”
“Naruto, its pointless what’s done is done. It won’t bring—”
He snickered. “You’re mistaken, I am not Naruto.”
“Not Naruto?” Haku squinted, trying to find the meaning in those words. Naruto had his back turned to him.
“I don’t like repeating myself. If I don’t kill something soon…” Naruto turned his head slightly, enough for Haku to see his pearly, white teeth grinning in a mischievous smile. “I’ll kill you. And don’t think I won’t either. I haven’t killed anything in a looong time.”
For the first time in his life, Haku felt a shiver of fear run up his spine. It was the way he said it, cold, giddy, like he meant every word of it. In a blink of an eye, Naruto was standing in front of him looking down on him, inhuman, similar to an untamed animal. Haku found it harder to breath. Naruto has changed. His voice was a bit deeper, his eyes were even a different color, instead of blue; he saw orange and red, like a fire on a pile of autumn leaves.
Without warning, Naruto grabbed Haku’s throat and squeezed, hard. Haku's head banged against the wall, his toes dangled off the floor as Naruto lifted him higher in the air. “I am sorry, but Naruto isn’t in at the moment, if you like to leave a message then please do so after the beep.” He grinned. “Beeeeeeeeep.”
“Naruto,” Haku managed to rasp through scrunched teeth, he glared back like a frightened child pretending to be brave. “Let go of me, this isn’t funny!”
“Who said I wanted to be funny?” He squeezed a little harder. “Your are as stupid as you are beautiful, Haku. Naruto wasn’t kidding when thought about how pretty you are.”
Not only did Naruto manage to compliment and insult in the same sentence, but little by little Haku was actually starting to believe him. “Then who…who are you?”
“Kyuubi‘s the name.”
Haku fought harder to try and get away from Naruto. He had been a fool, if Gaara was bloody insane—and for some reason, although still unknown, Naruto was the one who caused it—then it was likely Naruto was insane as well. It made logic, considering Naruto claims to not be himself.
Kyubbi leaned forward, “He thought you were attractive, I can only hear his thoughts, not see exactly what he sees, but for once he was right. A lovely man that I can’t wait to taste.” He then slid his tongue into Haku ear and slowly circled around. Haku shivered with disgust and Kuubi laughed before kissing Haku on his lips.
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Sasuke stood outside in the cold, his arm perked up against his chin— for once his mind wasn’t on Naruto. Which was a good thing considering that man occupied his thoughts for quite a while now. Kakashi stood beside him, mute. Maybe it was because of Kakashi’s presence that Sasuke not care anymore. The people inside were dancing cheerfully, hand in had, in the ball room a few feet away. The music from the Orchestra was muffled behind the closed doors.
“You should go inside,” Kakashi said giving a half bow, trying his best to hint that it was indeed cold outside. “Find some lovely lass to dance with.”
“Whatever.” Sasuke's eyes darted to the halls inside; he hadn’t seen his older brother Itachi anywhere. Usually, if he isn’t too sick or tired, he sits in the higher seats looking down at the people. “Kakashi sensei…”
“Humm? Yes sire?”
“Just for once— like when I was little— call me Sasuke.”
“All right, Sasuke. What troubles you?”
“Nothing,” Sasuke gave a dreamy smile, one that would make many of his fan girls turn into a pile of mush. “Just wanted to hear you say my name.”
“Ahh I see,” Kakashi reached over and put an arm around Sasuke’s shoulders, shielding him from the cold, despite the orders and basic common respect not to. Sasuke, his talented student, always had been a little bit too complicated for him. But then that was what made Sasuke special, in a way. At times they were a lot alike.
“Do you hate me? Is that why you are always gone?”
Kakashi blinked, driven back by the question. Sasuke reached up, not waiting for an answer and brushed his fingers over the blue, velvety mask that covered half of his face. Kakashi understood what he meant now. “Of coarse not. I could never hate you.”
Sasuke pushed away from him— from the warmth— and turned away with his hands folded behind his back. “I am glad,” Sasuke said at last. “No…pleased to hear you say that.”
Kakashi shrugged, unsure of what Sasuke meant, but then he figured he would never fully understand. The Uchiha’s were all like that. Never clear with their emotions.
“In an hour, Kakashi sensei, meet me in the rose Garden. I want to tell you something.”
“Why can’t you tell me here?”
“Too many people, it’s important, just come. If you don’t, I will understand.”
Kakashi scratched his silver hair as he watched Sasuke open the door and go back into the ball room.
Yes, Uchiha’s can be very complicated. Its not that he didn’t want to, it was just so damn cold. He rubbed his hands together. It was a beautiful night after all; a little walk would do him good. He sat back down on the stone arch, and watched the full moon disappear underneath a grey—almost black—cloud.
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Kyuubi let Haku go, and watched him fall to the floor; he had no desire to molest Haku further considering Gaara was still in the room. Kuumbi had that much respect for his other half, weaker, filled with useless emotion, self. “How do I get to him?” Kyuubi said enthusiastically, he wasn’t doing it for Naruto's sake, no, but to torment him as Kyuubi takes another life after Naruto promised long ago not too.
Naruto did a good job of hiding him. But now he is loose and Kyuubi would do what ever it takes to keep it that way.
“I can show you.”
Kyuubi walked up to the door, grabbed the rusted handle bolted to the grey wood and pulled. “No. I want you to remain here with Gaara, look after him for Naruto.”
There was silence, and then at last, Haku said, “There are ten levels to this castle. The ninth level is the torture chamber; below it in room 56, is a man named Gatou, who specializes in…cutting. Considering Gaara age, he most likely went to him. But be careful, there are guards all around there.”
As Naruto, or rather the Kyuubi opened the door, the bolts screeched and then shut abruptly. As soon as he could hear the footsteps fade away, Haku fell to his knees; he would let his nerves calm before he would see what he could do for Gaara's wounds.
Haku quivered, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle a wordless cry. “I just sent a man to his grave …for doing his job. Please Naruto, for Gaara’s sake, don’t get caught.”
------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------
As Kyuubi went deeper into the dungeons, a horrible smell lingered into his nostrils. The illumination from nearby torches flickered above, he avoided its light and stayed hidden in a cloak of shadows.
From there, Kyuubi slipped into a narrow passage way, which only few knew about. He descended down the stone steps that seemed to be made of ice because, even through his thick sandals, were freezing cold.
“You slave! Halt!”
Kyuubi froze just like he had been told. No matter how stealthily he had been—he got caught—before he even made it to the last level, the infamous torture chamber. He raised his hands slowly over his head.
“‘Hello, I wonder… are you guys up to play a game of live or die?”
review??