Title: Naishuketsu Kyuudou (Bleeding Truth)
Author: RDMI
Rating: M for Language. MA for mauture themes, and situations.
Pairing: Kyuubi no Kitsune (Kyogi Saiyaku) x Uzumaki Naruto
Warning: Dark, mature themes. Sexual situations (dubious consent, etc.). Language. May make readers think. I'll post more specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter as necessary.
Summary: Time had twisted the truth. Reality was fiction and the world as they knew it was false. Uzumaki Naruto would never have guessed—could never have guessed—what lurked beyond the lies of his world. Ignorance is a bliss the Jinchuuruki can no longer afford…More's the pity.
An Introduction
Long hair tied up in a high tail. Rust-red.
Feline eyes half-lidded and watchful. Violent-purple.
Broad shoulders, lean torso, tapered waist, and long legs. Male.
Sensual, smirking lips. I dare you.
"What does it mean: to sacrifice?" whispered in his ear.
The night is dim, the bar is dark, the corner is where he sits. The man—and it is a man, no amount of alcohol could say otherwise—leaning so close Naruto can feel the heat. It's an odd question, particularly, because Naruto doesn't know this man. Naruto is drunk, though, enough sake in his blood to overcome even his accelerated metabolism. Yes, Naruto is drunk. So he answers, in a way.
"A price and a prize," the blonde slurs.
The other man—that is most definitely a man, Naruto reminds himself—tilts his head. Red, like old blood, slips over Naruto's shoulder. It feels like silk. A smell drifts to him: heady, intoxicating. But, Naruto is already drunk.
"So…What is your prize?" The man is a baritone, low and rough like the man growls as he speaks.
Again, the question is odd. How does this man know? Naruto stares, blue eyes going in and out of focus. It's a good question though; Naruto can admit that. What is Naruto's prize, for all that he'd sacrifice? Willing or otherwise.
"I don't know," Naruto whispers. "I don't know."