Note: All right people, this is pretty much the same as the first chapter of Happy Requiem. Why restart it, I hear some ask? Because HR SUCKS. The plot moves to fast, and I don't like my writing style of that time. This is still ItaNaru. So here it is my new story:
Title: Broken Moon
Rating: Currently T+ Rated M for future gore, blood, and sexual suggestions
Paring: ItaNaru, one-sided (maybe some non-con) Sasunaru, past con Sasunaru, onesided SasuSaku, SasoDei, PeinKonan, other pairings might appear as different people show up. These pairings were decided in a poll in HR, if there is a pairing you do or do not want, please tell me.
Warnings: Yaoi, Gore, Blood, Sexual Situations, and unbetaedness
Disclaimer: I own nothing, if such a day happened it will mean the end is here.
Summary: Poor little childe, they have destroyed you. Betrayed you in more ways to count, and yet you still love them? Silly broken thing, non-mutual love is a cruel mistress. But if you are given an opening, will you take it?
THIS IS YAOI, DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT!
Chapter 1
Oh Poor Dying Sun
If there was something that Uzumaki Naruto was good at since he was little, it would be handling a knife. After a childhood of feeding himself before he gave into the addiction of ramen –and not being sold any fresh vegetables at market– gave him experience that the academy teachers would have never let him have.
So that was the reason why said blond was humming a tune and cooking stir fry in his kitchen. Standing there in black sweat pants, no shirt, and a blue apron that said, "Kiss the Cook", it was simply too much for his watcher to hand. Pale arms snaked around a tanned midsection and pulled in the blond into an embrace.
"Ek!" Naruto shouted as his boyfriend spun him around to kiss the Jinchuuriki's forehead. "Stupid Asshole, you scared me!"
Sasuke smirked, letting go of the smaller shinobi.
"You call yourself a shinobi?" the man took a deep breath and smiled, a small upward turn of his lip, "It smells wonderful, you're such a girl."
Naruto shrieked and smacked the taller man with his wooden spatula on the black head, "I am not a girl!"
Sasuke smirked, and kissed the space behind Naruto's ear, "But you bottom like one."
Naruto howled a mighty howl and pounced the over protective lover. The two tussled around the kitchen floor exchanging punching and kisses when there was a sharp rap on the window. Both stilled as their eyes drifted towards the irritated looking hawk. Its golden eyes glared into Sasuke's black ones.
"It's a mission request." The man said, stating the obvious. The blonde sat up slowly, his blue eyes saddened.
'Stupid Council, ' the fair haired teen thought, suddenly miserable.
Sasuke looked briefly at the other, and immediately felt guilty for thinking about going on the mission. It wasn't one that required him, it was just the usual request that all members of the elite force of Konoha got—though Naruto's name always got left off the list for some reason or other. Someone like Kakashi, or Gai would take it.
"Tch, tell the old farts it's my day off." The crow said, shooing the hawk, who gave the Uchiha a look as if to say, 'Tell them yourself.'
"Eh, Sasuke, are you sure? You love going on those missions." The blond had stood up, and was saving lunch from being burnt.
Pale arms swept around the blond again, and a soft butterfly kiss was placed on top of almost white blond tresses.
"Not as much as I love this."
Naruto may not be a tactical genius like Shikamaru or Neji, or a smart ass like Sakura or Sai, but in no means was he stupid, contrary to popular belief. The teen knew that love didn't last. He had promised himself that when his crush on Sakura waned away and became annoyance with the pink haired girl.
Although, when it was mutual, when in the heat of passion, Sasuke whispered that he would love him forever as well; Naruto thought forever would last, well, forever.
However, now, he knew he should've known forever was just a word. It didn't mean until time withered up and didn't matter anymore. It just meant until I get bored with you. But it hurt, damn it, when forever ended.
Sasuke had stopped touching him, Naruto had to engage him for the two to do anything. No not just sex you perverts, no, Naruto had to make Sasuke hug him; kiss him, to touch him in anyway. The other seemed to avoid him at all costs.
He would cook large meals, and would wait with it on the table waiting for the Crow to return home, trying to keep it warm with every subtle fire jutsu he knew. Ever since the Akatsuki had withdrawn to the shadows, the Council demanded the blond Jinchuuriki to stay within the village. The missions he wormed his way on to were B class at best while Sasuke was off doing A class at least.
But when the blue haired shinobi would come back to their shared apartment, he was simply, "too tired" for fair haired man's antics. The pale man would shower and go to bed, leaving Naruto stomach rumbling and a table full of food.
By the time the dead of winter set into the Fire Country, Naruto had a sinking feeling it was over between him and the Crow. Gone for days now, without word nor warning, and Naruto would set and wait. Worry would clamp on his legs, and he would be rendered useless. It was these days Sasuke wanted dinner. He would come home expecting food, only to see Naruto paralyzed on the couch, and no food on the table.
One could only imagine the look the blond got for being weak.
That wasn't saying Naruto didn't try to keep them together. No he tried like that desperate girlfriend on those cheesy cardboard soap operas that ran on the TV during the day. But Sasuke would have nothing to do with it, if anything it made him grows even more distant.
However, the worst hadn't come yet.
Groaning, Naruto rolled over to look at the cold light seeping into the room. Despite the name, Fire Country, the winters were bitter cold. It didn't snow much, but the wet days, and freezing nights coated the Shinobi of Konohagakure's world.
There was a light tapping on the window again, the same that had woken the blond man. A dark brown hawk flapped its wings excitedly as Naruto let it in, expecting it to fly over to the still sleeping black haired man. But the brown creature landed on his shoulder, and thrust its yellow claw at his face.
"Alright, for me is it."
Naruto couldn't help it, but there was a bubbling hope in the bottom of his stomach. A mission would be perfect for him, the thrill of servicing his country, catching the bad guy, and good fight sounded just like what the doctor ordered (Metaphorically speaking of course, Tsunade baa-chan would never subscribe that to someone, least of all him.)
Disappointment fell on him like a load of bricks, as he realized it was just a summons to the Hokage's office.
"I have to go see Baa-chan, I'll see you later," Naruto leaned down and kissed Sasuke on the cheek, ignoring the way the other shifted away from his affection.
Running across the roofs of the still slumbering civilians felt good, as the wind whipped by him. Jumping down towards the entrance of the tower, his body was rocked back as something pink and barbarically strong rammed into him.
"I am so sorry." Sakura whispered into his ear. Before Naruto could question the pink haired girl was gone, off running down the street to who knows where. But why was there a spring in her step, just after apologizing?
The blond man shook his head, and headed towards the office of the great leader of the greatest shinobi country in the world.
Upon opening the door, he was met with another strong hug, this one felt warmer, and less like someone was trying to break his ribs like the last one he just had.
Shizune smiled apologetically when he began to suffocate.
"Hello Brat." The older blond said softly, her brown eyes remorseful and that alone set the younger one on guard.
"Hey" he replied.
"Have a seat," Tsunade the 5th Hokage commanded, pointing towards the less than stable looking chair. Naruto could only guess it had been thrown out the window one too many times, but he still sat in the thing.
"You look peaky. How have your legs been treating you?" The woman asked, her eyes drifting towards the black covered appendages.
Naruto shifted in the rickety seat. About one or two years ago, he had been over taken by the Kyuubi briefly, and during the fight had damaged his legs beyond repair. A normal man would've lost them; a shinobi would've been reduced to little as possible movement. But Naruto was Naruto, and did everything to make his legs work like a normal Shinobi's. However, he still had moments when they would lock up, and he would be unable to move. The only hint as to the reason was the thick red scars that wrapped around his legs.
"Fine, Grandma, stopping straying off subject." He snapped, blue eyes blazing, "I want to know what's going on."
The woman hesitated again, before handing the off white haired boy an scroll with the torn seal of the Council of Elders on it.
"To Hokage-sama:
It has come to our esteemed attention, that you age has been catching up with you, and you still have no declared a successor. These are unsure times, as you know, with the Akatsuki making no large movement, we have no idea where or when the illusive group will strike. There is also the Northern Rebellion going on, which you should know is the Samurai way of over-throwing their own government. The Country of Iron says they stay clear of the conflict but we worry.
We cannot afford to have another period of time when we have no Hokage, as it was between the 3rd's second rein and the start of yours.
We also know that you have every intention of announcing one Uzumaki Naruto as your next in line, and me must tell you we veto the decision now. The boy has yet to pass his Chunin exams, nor is he allowed to enter due to the massive difference between his strength and those at age level. There is also the whole mess with the boy's medical issues, and the Kyuubi. Too soon does the boy turn to anger and as a result that demon. His actions have backfired once already, inflicted him with permanent damage, who is to say next time it isn't Konoha that gets the brunt of the blast?
No, we of this Council of Elders have decided and voted on your old student Haruno Sakura. She has the same strength and as many times worked with you doing Hokage work. She is the experience when need in the office as soon as you retire.
Our word is final, and the Feudal Lord backs this decision as well.
Sincerely,
Council of Elders
Feudal Lord
Naruto reread the letter several times, all the while, Sakura's voice was echoing around the inside of his head.
"I am so sorry."
She had known, right then and there that she had stolen his dream. The one thing that kept him working towards the greater goal, he had been so close to it. And she had taken it when it was in his grasp.
"I am so sorry."
That bitch!
She had never been interested in the Hokage seat! Or had she? She voiced most of her opinions loudly, like himself, but was it possible that she coveted this one idea?
"I am so sorry."
No, she knew, she always did.
Naruto let his feet carry him away from the office, towards his apartment, hoping praying the Sasuke would, for once, be as caring and understanding as Naruto always was.
Reaching the flat, he took a deep breath. For once the normalcy of the flat, the same that he was constantly complaining about, felt good. Silently he slipped off his shoes and hung up his jacket in the correct space, and headed into the room before stopping.
Turning, his eyes looked with wide eyes as the three sets of shoes next to the door. His own, Sasuke's, and a pair of slim black ones, a woman's.
Whatever hope he had caged in the back of his heart, for when Sasuke finally forgave him for whatever the blond had done, broke free in a shattering husky voice the echoed throughout the previously empty house.
"Ohh Sasuke!" He could almost count the times he had heard that voice, saying the same thing, but never in that tone. Never with that fulfilled lust in.
Silently, as all good shinobi are, Naruto headed towards his and Sasuke bedroom. Already knowing what was inside, he opened the door. Knowing did nothing to stop the wave of pain at the sight.
Sasuke and Sakura, entangled in some gruesome parody of love
Slowly, the blond closed the door again, and began walking.
Out the door
Out of the apartment complex
Down the street
Past the market
Out of Konoha
It wasn't until the great gates came into view, that the blond began running into the uncharted forests around the great city.
Naruto didn't stop when his arms lost all feeling, or when his bare feet bled, but only when his legs locked mid jump, sending him plummeting towards the earth.
The cold ground slapped him in the face like frying pan, as the tears finally came. He couldn't feel his body, only the soft liquid that froze to the soft scarred cheeks.
He was too tired, and broken down to notice or sense the presence watching him.
A/N: Hey peoples. So yeah, I have pretty much fallen out with this fandom. "Then why start a new story dumbass?" I hear, well, it is to test my writing abilities. I hope for those who have read Happy Requiem can see the improvement… Yes I still need a beta.
Anyone interested?
Well, tell me what you think in a review,
~Flightless Bird~
