My Bodyguards
Author: Kionkitchee
Genre: Truthfully, I have yet to decide where to put this fanfic in. For now, I'll stick with Drama/Romance
Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto (main)
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I own nothing nor I make any profit from this fanfic. It respectfully belongs to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei.
Warnings: AU, Shonen-Ai, YAOI, contain lots of OOCness, bad bad bad grammar. Don't like don't read! Go find another story if you take offend on MxM relationship. Thank to Kazuya the Random Author for beta-ing the first version. This is the revised version after I discontinued this fanfic for almost four years.
Summary: Naruto is a son of a millionaire. His father gave him five bodyguards to protect him from their enemies. What happened when he realized that one of them actually related to his past?
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My Bodyguards
© Kionkitchee
Chapter 1: Birthday & Gift
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"Bocchama, Minato-sama is calling you!" called a brunette haired man. He stood in front of the door that signed as 'NARUTO' on it. Slowly, the door was opened from inside by a blonde haired boy with three whiskers like scars on each of his cheeks. His face looked so sleepy and he was still wearing his favorite orange pajama.
"Iruka-sensei, it's still ten…" said the boy while his right hand rubbed his eyes. He yawned widely as he stretched his body, made the guy in front of him frowned.
"It's not 'still ten', Bocchama! It's almost twelve in the afternoon! You better clean yourself quickly or I'm going to help you bathing and clothing like a baby-dressing!" Iruka exclaimed with smirk on his scarred face.
Naruto slammed the door then yelled, "No, thanks! I'm fifteenth, and I don't need your help for dressing me! I can do it ALONE!" made Iruka smiled silently while Naruto himself was blushing deeply in his own room.
'Dammit, Iruka-sensei! He treats me like a child—I know I AM still one—but today is my birthday! Bet he forgot about it!'
When he was ready to face his father, Naruto opened his door and found his teacher still standing there. "Why didn't you go there first, Iruka-sensei?" he asked. Iruka just smiled and handed a beautiful small box wrapped in an orange ribbon.
"Happy birthday, Naruto!"
The said boy blinked once when he looked at the box, and then twice while looking at his guardian teacher. As if he didn't believe what was happening, Naruto kept staring at the brunette man. For a moment, his mind kept rewinding the scene with the three words before realizing something. Thus, he smiled and took the present from Iruka.
"Thank you, Iruka-sensei! So you remembered," Naruto mumbled softly while looking at the gift. He shouldn't have doubted that man because every year he never failed to give him something on his birthday. The one who often forgets his day is only one person. He was sure the unmentioned person would likely forget this year too.
The teacher stroked Naruto's untamed hair while saying, "Did you think that I will forget such an important thing like your birthday? That's not going to happen, Naruto," in a sincere way possible.
The birthday boy grinned cheekily. "I know that already! Thanks again, Sensei!" He, then, hugged his teacher with all of his might. "I love you~!"
Iruka's face reddened, "H-hey, I don't want to make a love relationship with my own student—and you're crushing me, by the way…" He tried to get the oxygen for his lungs.
"Don't worry! I know you've found yours already!" Naruto let go of Iruka. He looked at his blushing teacher—probably embarrassed from the earlier mention, and was glad he has him by his side.
'Really… I'm glad you're there and it's not because you gave me something on my birthday, Iruka-sensei.'
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They were walking through corridors that lead to a room. On the wall, there were many glamorous design and antique pictures of people. The people in the picture showed an elegant but arrogant gesture. Truly, they came from a famous family of Namikaze who has hundred companies and often be seen on TV to talk about economy, politic, social, even entertainment.
"I know it's not my place to say this but I'm fed up of those pictures! It's like they see us like dumb worms and I hate it!" A guy with a red mark on each of his cheeks snorted. He was walking with a dog that barked once showing it's agreed. "I know you feel it too, Akamaru!" He grinned to his dog.
"I'm sure that their family didn't want to look bad in the eyes of people. You can't blame them, Kiba," said a guy with long dark brown hair, a contrast from his silver pale eyes and white pale skin.
The guy named Kiba gazed at him, "That's because you are the heir of your family I guess why you can say like that!" He told him sarcastically.
"Enough. We're here to accomplish our mission, not to argue with each other. Can't we continue to go?" A guy with a troublesome look reminded them. The two nodded. "Good, now let's—Gaara, we don't have time to see the pictures a whole day!" commanded him to a red haired guy that has a 'love' tattoo on his forehead.
"Kiba, can you say that after looking at this picture?" The guy named Gaara who pointed his point finger to a certain picture asked Kiba. The mentioned man looked at the picture along with the two in front of him. The three of them, especially Kiba, had their eyes widened.
It was a picture that shows a beautiful boy with the most mesmerizing smile in the world. He has blonde hair that shines the darkness, mixed with sapphire diamond eyes that spread sincerity and fidelity, neither elegant nor arrogant, just happiness in his childish way. Nature colors as the background along with the bright blue sky shined by the sun above, he blends perfectly like in a fairytale. As if fulfilling his role, he was wearing a noble white cream coat with shiny blue pattern along the neck of the collar. On his cheeks, scratched three scars above the light brown skin. He was gorgeous.
"Who the hell is he?" asked Kiba to Gaara. The red hair just shrugged his shoulders.
"He must be the main family I guess," The guy named Neji said. The troublesome look man named Shikamaru let out a tired sigh. Really, they made a big ruckus over a small thing hanging on the wall.
While they talked about whom the person in the picture was, the last guy among them looked at it secretly before walking through the corridor again.
He knew he will meet the boy in the picture soon.
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"So, you guys are the people trusted by Konoha Incorporation to fulfill my wish? I thought that you are older than this." A man with blonde hair and deep ocean eyes welcomed the people in front of him. He was wearing a blue strips shirt and black pants. He has neck-length blonde hair which was a bit messy, yet his face looks handsome and wise.
"We are from Konoha Inc., A-Level of Professional Guards Division. My name is Nara Shikamaru, age 18 as the leader of this team," told Shikamaru as he gave the man papers of their identification. Then, he made eye contact with his team.
"My name is Hyuuga Neji, age 18," told Neji then looked at beside him.
"My name is Inuzuka Kiba, age 17 and this is my partner, Akamaru," told Kiba while he lifted his dog up.
"My name is Sabaku Gaara, 16."
"Uchiha Sasuke, 18," ended the raven haired guy emotionlessly.
The director of Namikaze Company stared at them suspiciously. "Wait, so the oldest is just 18 and the youngest is 16?" He didn't believe that that Konoha Inc. would send a team with such teens. "Are you kidding me?! I need professionals not amateurs!" He stated firmly. How great they are will never be approved because he needs strong ones and not weaklings.
Upon hearing that and deciding it was an insult, Kiba tried to hold his anger. "Sir, we are the best of A-Level guards in Konoha and the chiefs wouldn't even think to send single amateur for their client!" told him stubbornly.
The man in front of them still had his suspicious face. "Are they? I don't care what they're thinking but I won't accept your team unless you proved yourself." He leaned on his chair, reading the paper that Nara gave to him. Most of it contains their skills and specialty along with experiences they had faced before. They were excellent in using guns, and two of them were snipers who had guard Queen of England during her presence on a conference. Three of the last had ever guard politicians and killed the enemies without blink an eye. In brief, they are divided into two detectors, two defenders, and one strategist, yet all of them are attackers. No doubt that they will make a perfect group to guard his only heir. The blonde man sighed as he closed his eyes. He massaged his temple while thinking the good and bad.
'Naruto needs more than one bodyguard, the strong and intelligent ones, also patient enough to take care of him. Will they be good enough for him?'
The Namikaze man decided, then, though he still couldn't trust those teens. "I hope you can guarantee your words because this job is a dangerous one that ever found in the world," claimed him.
The leader, Shikamaru, glared at that man. "You have our words, Sir. Regardless, it would be better if you explain your and the young lord's situation." He doesn't like to be underestimated but he has to act as a professional.
The director smirked. He knew they were pissed at him but he had his fun nonetheless. It's time to be serious for real. "Alright then. My name is Namikaze Minato, the fourth leader of Namikaze Company after Namikaze Fuuto (1) had retired, yet I'm the one who owns all the companies throughout the world. My business goes on economic and political sections mainly, partly on social and entertainment sections. I have a son who is next to my appearance and to be the next director in a few years. His name is Namikaze Naruto. Although he has the similar curve of face with me, he has neither my ambitions nor my guts. He is often attacked and kidnapped by Namikaze's rival parties since a child, and worse, he didn't seem mind at all. It looks like he took everything the way it is. He is accustomed with wounds and bruises—pain, in brief, and he just laughed it out without care. That's the situation," he finished with a sly smile.
The supposed to be bodyguards nodded even though some of them were thinking something along the line 'What the hell was that?'
"How about the rival parties? Any note for us to be careful of?" asked Neji.
Minato shook his head. "No one in particular. Every party that has taken a liking to my son is the rival one. Suit yourself of who it is."
Neji found that man weird. He hired five professional bodyguards for his son but giving nothing clear as to who the enemy is. Doesn't he care for the safety of his own son? Or there is something hidden behind the façade?
Not only the Hyuuga, Shikamaru and Kiba also found it was suspicious. The explanation seems a bit jumbled as if there was something omitted. It looks like a hidden-for-its-importance data. However, the last two didn't seem care enough of the explanation.
Twice of knock was heard from the front door.
"I'm sorry, Minato-sama. Young master is here now," said Iruka, apologizing for interrupting the conversation.
Minato smiled. "Come in," told him as Iruka opened the door and came inside. Behind him was Naruto who walked awkwardly, mostly because he seldom meets his father. Naruto tried to look tough and gave the man a smile.
"Long time no see, Father!" greeted Naruto politely. Minato walked towards him and gave a warm—stiff—embrace.
"You've grown up a lot, Naruto! I miss you so much!" He said in whisper that heard only by his son.
Smiled and nodded, Naruto replied, "So do I, Father…" Then, his eyes glanced at five figures beside him. Upon realizing Naruto's curiosity, Minato introduced them to him.
"Ah, let me introduce them to you. Today is your birthday and they are my present for you," told Minato.
"Present? What do you mean?" confused Naruto although he was a little bit surprised that the man remembered his birthday. His blue eyes shifted from those figures to his father then back at the figures.
"Your new bodyguards, of course!" told Minato happily but Naruto was still confused.
"Which one is mine?" asked him again.
"All of them, they are your bodyguards!"
Naruto was stunned, speechless. Instead of one, now he has five bodyguards to protect him, a gift from his wise father. But then, he smiled in ignorance, didn't care what or who he will be with for the rest of his life before inheriting the wealth of Namikaze, didn't care anything his father did, does, and will do to him. He would just accept everything that was thrown at him.
The heart says otherwise, though.
Instead of anything that will make me happy, you gave me something I despise the most. Instead of a mere freedom, a golden cage is what you think would suit me the best. Really… May I laugh out loud?
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Sensei: teacher
Bocchama: young master
Sama: a suffix like mister, master, etc.
(1) I made the name Fuuto because I don't know the name of Minato's father nor grandfather. If anybody knows, please tell me.
Okay, this is the revised version of My Bodyguards chapter 1. Thanks for reading it. Review and constructive criticism would be much appreciated; however, I won't accept any flame.
_KIONKITCHEE_