Leo Vulpes: Alright! The first installment is up! Ohmigosh, this took me forever to figure out. I had to get the opening just right. Well, as you may know, this is the sequal to My New Life (MNL). This series is my baby, my pride and joy (along with The Eye of the Storm). Please, enjoy.

Warnings: Mpreg, shounen-ai, NOT SASUNARU!! As MNL stated, it is clearly because the root fic for this was SasuNaru, and therefore, this shall be treated as such!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Dedication: Yukirain, for being the first (and only) reviewer for the last chapter of MNL.

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My Sacrificed Life

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Chapter 1

Do You See With Your Hands?

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"No, no see if I do that, there's no one to guard the west gate from the Shadows. But I can lend you troop 3-C from the east gate." A man spoke. His crimson red hair spilled over his shoulders and dropped down his back, almost touching the floor from a pony-tail high on his head. His smooth tan skin was unmarred by anything except the three whisker marks on each of his cheeks. A pendant filled necklace was laced around his neck. He wore a black shirt that showed his midsection and the sleeves only went to the middle of his forearms and a pair of baggy pants that were low on his hips. Over this, he wore a crimson robe with thick black lining and a black fox design on the back. His coal set eyes were unmoving as he bargained with the other man for use of his soldiers. His abdomen was rounded in evidence of a pregnancy. On top of his head was a pair of crimson fox ears and nine crimson fox tails swayed gently behind him.

"I would appreciate that very much, Yoko-sama." The wrinkled man in front of the fox replied.

Yoko turned to a man standing behind him. "Tamaro-san, please alert the troop of their leave." He instructed.

The man was tall with a strong build. Black hair hung down to his shoulder blades and his crimson eyes were ever-calculative of the wrinkled man. He wore an open, black yukata with long draping sleeves and black pants that went to his mid-calf. Fishnet was worn underneath on his arms and legs, stopping at the wrists and ankles. He had on arm guards and leg guards made of glinting silver. He wore old-world wooden sandals that clicked against the floor with each step. On top of his head black fox ears with white tips were placed and behind him limply hung ten solid black fox tails. He nodded and swiftly disappeared without a trace from his spot.

"Juriko-san, please step outside and I will send you an escort to take you back to your village." Yoko requested with a wave of his hand. As soon as the man left, Tamaro reappeared back in the room. "I don't want that man to make it outside the gates." He hissed, his eyes narrowed towards the door and his tails ceased all movement.

"Why do insist on this?" The black kitsune asked, glancing to Yoko out of the corner of his eye.

Yoko sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That man has the scent of Shadows all over him. I don't want him to make it back to his refuge."

"Hai, Yoko-sama."

The black kitsune left out through the door and Yoko was too tired to make out their muffled dialogue. But he trusted Tamaro.

They had once lived in a quaint house that was large but homey. Then the castle was built, and Yoko was moved in as The King, and the people assured him it was for the better. But he didn't think so when they didn't allow Tamaro inside the building. So he appointed him as captain of the army, and as the captain, he was allowed to live inside the castle. But he was pissed even then, because if there were a war, Tamaro would have to go without a choice and leave Yoko all alone, fearing he may never come back. Then where would he be? He'd be the 'mother' to a fatherless child. But he couldn't deny that Tamaro was a great captain.

He got up and hobbled downstairs and to the front door of the fortress and sighed. He couldn't make it out of here, even if he tried, in this state. He didn't want to kill his kit.

"You have to let us in!"

Even though the sound seemed to be coming from outside the thick door, he could still hear the roar of a demand clearly. He went to the window and looked out, and the sight he spotted wrenched his heart in twenty directions.

It was a man tall and sturdy with pale skin like moonlight. His hair was long and spiked, draping down to the small of his back, and the straight bangs hung down to the center of his chest. His eyes were pure black, and almost cold looking. On top of his head was a pair of black wolf ears, and behind him were five wolf tails… that's one more than any normal wolf demon should have. But what surprised him was the woman beside the man. She had black hair like his that ended near her calves, and her bangs went to her waist. Her ice blue eyes pierced through his soul without even looking at him. She had the same colored wolf ears and four wolf tails to match her hair. In her pale arms was a blue blanket and she peered in it for a second to smile at what was in it.

Yoko knew instantly that it was a child. Call it guts, smarts, but he called it 'mother's' instinct.

He shoved the doors open with all his might and glared heavily at the two guards who stared at him in shock as he did. Once there was room enough to get out, he moved as fast as he could to grab the man in a hug. Without realizing it, tears sprung from his eyes as he inhaled the familiar scent.

"Oi, when did my older brother get so… scrawny?" The man chuckled.

"Hou-chan…" Yoko whispered, it felt so great to finally be able to say one of his sibling's names again, albeit adopted, but a sibling none the less. "I thought you were gone." He could have stayed there hugging his brother forever, but two things brought him back.

One was the woman standing there and staring at them both, holding his adopted niece or nephew in her arms.

Two was the sudden flare of energy and he knew he was in deep shit. It didn't help when that one soldier went flying through the window. Tamaro was mad, mainly because Yoko wasn't where he was supposed to be.

"Come on, come on, get inside before I get blamed for destroying half the realm." He ushered, leading them both inside. Once there, he could still sense Tamaro's energy and it was getting angrier by the second. "Now, Hou-chan, introduce me."

Houkou blushed and glanced at the woman beside himself and smiled. "Yoko, this is my wife and life-mate, Gobi no Kita, and our son, Madara. Kita-chan, this is my brother Kyuubi no Yoko."

Said crimson fox took hold of Kita's free hand and kissed it with grace. "Lovely to meet you Kita, and thank you for putting up with him."

She laughed, and it sounded like tiny silver bells just jingling away to whatever tune they pleased, yet sounding sweet to the ears.

"So," Houkou began, examining Yoko's stomach. "Let me guess, little Orochimaru offspring? So how many would you have by now?"

Yoko growled with displeasure. It did not do well for his mentality to think about the snake or the events he caused to ensue chaos on his world. "To hell with that snake, pardon my French, Kita. That bastard is nothing to me, nothing at all! He should burn for what he's done, burn in the deepest pits of hell!" He ranted, completely oblivious to the stare of his younger sibling. Of course, Hou-chan had never seen him angry. "No, this little kit will be one-hundred percent fox."

He could feel as Tamaro's energy suddenly declined and then a presence appeared behind him. That man was a guard dog when others were around. The redhead reached behind himself and locked hold of two hands. He pulled them forward, bringing the rest of the body right up behind him, and placed them on his stomach. "Hou-chan, Kita-chan, this is my life-mate, Jubi no Tamaro. This little kit is his… at least I hope so or I've got some explaining to do." He felt the shift of the black kitsune behind him, obviously unnerved by the comment. "Tama-kun, this is my younger brother, Gobi no Houkou and his wife Kita, they have a son, Madara."

Tamaro eyed the three wolves with a crimson eye and soon gave up trying to analyze them in exchange for his fox. He nuzzled the top of Yoko's head. "And was this the reason why I couldn't find you?" He asked.

Yoko nodded and Tamaro tightened his hold around the elemental kitsune's waist. "After the kit is born we can go see them again, please do not do that again." There was a pause and the two foxes just stood there, held together by each other and Houkou sent a smile towards Kita, who laughed and held up Madara to his father.

Not his full family, but a family indeed. Yoko thought as he was in bliss at being surrounded by good things for once.

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Kita held on to Madara's hand as he walked beside her and Yoko. His mother's stomach showed another pregnancy, and Yoko held a little girl in his arms. They were walking to somewhere he didn't know of, and he could feel his father's and Tamaro's energy moving through he trees along the path.

Yoko finally stopped as a path in the trees opened up and turned onto it.

"Ne, Yoko, where are we going exactly?" Houkou asked from one of his perches.

Yoko's eyes grew sullen and he looked down to the child in his arms. Her crimson red hair matched her red ears and fox tail, just like his own, but when her eyes opened, they were a vibrant red color. Her name was Kyuubi no Kushina, an elemental kitsune and The King's first child. "It's a graveyard… Tousan, Chichue, everyone is there." And indded, as they passed the house that Yoko longed to raise his kit in and he ran his hand along the wall, they stepped onto another path.

This one led to a clearing that was blooming with wild flowers and tombstones.

Houkou jumped down and began to examine the stones. He said the names as his eyes scanned them. "Kazuki, Keita, Takaya, Hima," His voice seemed to grow frantic and angry as the next names were unfamiliar to him. "Niran, Kirin, Nova? Who the hell are they!?" He roared.

Tamaro's energy spiked as he thought his mate was in danger and because he could sense the distress coming from his life-mate in heavy waves.

Yoko flinches as his brother's harsh voice. "Niran is our aunt, Kirin is our uncle, and Nova is his life-mate. I met Kirin and Nova when I found them dead and Orochimaru would have hurt me. Niran though, she's the source of the shadows…" He whispered, afraid that if his voice were too high he would raise the dead.

Kita strode over to her husband and placed a thin hand on his chest. She never talked, at least not that Yoko knew of, but her eyes and movements all spoke for her. She gently grabbed his chin, tugged him down softly and giving him a fleeting kiss on the side of his face, near his temple.

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Yoko and Houkou were the only two awake at the moment, sitting at the table. Tamaro had gone to check on the north and main gate, and Kita was resting up. Give her a break, child bearing was hard.

"So what's the deal with you and Tamaro? I thought you loved O- him." Houkou asked his older brother, catching himself before he sent the fox into another rant.

Yoko sighed and began telling his brother the entire story of what had happened after they left. Houkou was silent the entire way through, listening to every word his brother was saying and registering them in his head. The fox's mind felt like it would burst from explaining everything to someone finally. The only person he'd ever told this to was Tamaro, and slowly, piece by piece, not all in one conversation. In various parts, he could feel tears trying to break from his eyes, but he wouldn't cry, not in front of his brother.

Once it was over, the wolf remained silent and looked at the table with an intense stare. "Wow," He finally spoke. "That sounds extremely rough. But I'm glad you found Tamaro, he seems to treat you much better than a life-mate should."

"Well, what about Kita-chan? She seems so sweet, how could someone like you find her?"

Houkou's face went up in red as he was asked this from his older brother. "Well, like you, I went out on my own, and one of the many villages I stopped in she worked at a fruit stall with her grandfather. I asked for some fruit and she gave it to me without a word, but I could tell she wanted to say something but I didn't really bother to ask or note it. So I go along down the main street and I feel someone tap my shoulder. I think it's some jackass messing around with me, but as soon as I turn around, I'm suddenly being kissed by her. I stayed in the village a bit longer, and we met up and went on dates together a lot. She never spoke at all.

"It turned out her vocal chords had been seriously damaged by raiders who killed her parents. The most she could do was laugh or whisper, but whispering hurts her throat. During my stay, her grandfather was killed by an angry customer on her one day off. She was devastated and I offered to take her along with me when I left. And like you, we eventually got married and had Madara."

Yoko tried to contain his giggles, but it didn't exactly work out so well. He had to admit that it was pretty sad for her parents and grandfather, but it was so funny from Houkou's point of view. They did match each other well, it was extremely obvious and if anyone couldn't see it, then they shall be hit upside the head with a very heavy book.

But those words from his childhood still rang through Yoko's head, as they did every night.

"Please, beware of the war,"

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Leo Vulpes: Thank you for reading this, I assure you this will get much better. Review and I shall love you.

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