Name: He Has the Same Eyes
Desc: Jiraya busts a childrens brothal, even he isn't that sick, but when the boys are sent to a private center to recuperate, one finds he isn't the only person who's suffered. SasuNaru, friendship. ItaSasu mentions
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For anyone who's read my other budding story, don't worry! This will in no way detain me, and I'll probably be writting up the next chapter after this one. Of course, the chapters will not always come so quickly. Wait a week before you come pounding at my door! xD.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own this warped one. 3
Note: This will be a SasuNaru friendship. It will probably be quite long, but I am already planning a sequel of when they are older and can have happy mindless bunny humpage. xD. That of course...would be in the later chapters of that...anyway, on with the story.
ItaSasu mentions, SasuNaru friendships, GaaraNaru friendships.
Important note: This will mainly be in Naruto's point of view, when I start them off, they will always be Underlined and Bolded so that you know and don't get confused.
Also, Japanese words will probably be spelled in correctly, but that is the way that they are pronounced. xD. the first mention of a word will always deign a and in the notes at the bottom there will be a small sheet. 3
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Naruto's POV
I have many touza, I know each and everyday they visit me. I have all different kinds of touza, but no caza, I have touza who are dumb and kind, touza who are mean and rough, touza who are funny and touza who are clever and sharp. They are all my touza, and they are all coming back to me.
I am sure I know what love is like, it is this that I have with them. They smile and ask me questions, I show them a drawing I've made, and then we consummate this act. This act that I am so good at, this act that I am praised for, this act that I am sure all touza do to show affection.
This act they share with me.
This room that I have been given, although small is comfortable enough. I begged and pleaded, and finally I was given one with a window. This room is somewhat bigger, but it wouldn't matter if it where even smaller. It has a window, and every night, in the embrace of one or another, I look up through the wonderful silver light, and see those two blue stars staring back at me along with all the other pretty dots of white. A long time ago, when I was young, a women once told me when I pointed them out that they were my special guardians.
I think they are my real touza, but why they watch me and seem so angry, I don't think I will ever know. Is this wrong? Is this thing that I do bad? Is it only for the touza that I've never known?
I know that they are him, because that is the only memory I have, a wonderfully kind man, smiling with my eyes, smaller, but just as pretty, glittering with what I know now to be pride. Pride that I am his son. But...then if he was so proud, then why did he have to die? Die and leave me here in this place, without a mother or another father to take care of me. Maybe that was when I brought it upon myself to find my own touza, and instead of one I received many. I've had so many touza...
But never a touza like /him/.
It was like any other day, the small window shown, and it cast a light into the room that made everything seem...somehow pretty. Clean sheets newly furnished the comfy spot upon the floor in the corner, the special corner, where we sleep, because I am never alone at night. There is always a companion.
I was given some crayons a new coloring book, one I had asked for, the one that one of mind kinder touza had bought for me. I was coloring a frog, but I was using purple and all these different colors that frogs weren't supposed to be, but it didn't matter to me, because it was special, and now that it was different, it was mine. I was delighted when I was finished with it, and turned around to show it to someone, but there was no one there.
Maybe I was getting to used to that one who I would never feel behind me, but know that he was there...
But I was disappointed, today was definitely a slow day, and I wondered why. And crawled over from my spot and removed a pillow that covered a hole. I poked my hand through and felt skin, I tugged lightly and withdrew my hand, and looked through the hole to see the eye of a very familiar boy.
"Are you alone too?" I asked, pouting slightly, even if he couldn't see, I knew he could tell. He'd always been very patient and quiet, but he was a monster when it came to the act. He was frequented just as much as I, but I saw his eye move and knew that he was nodding.
"It's rare for you to be alone Naruto." He notes, as we only call upon each other when we are alone. If he is alone and he opens it, I go over no matter which touza I have. It doesn't matter, because he is like my brother. We are for each other, but we do not do the act. It was not for him, and it was not for me.
"It's rare for you too Gaara." I shot right back, sticking my hand threw the hole to feel his kanji mark. It was inscribed when he was very young, I never ask, but he always lets be touch it. I withdraw by hand, and he sticks his through the whole too. I lean my head toward it, and let him feel the markings on my cheeks, it is our daily ritual, because Gaara is very suspicious and says that those marks cannot be 'fabricated', whatever that means. He pulls his hand back and we get to talking.
"You have a new touza today." He says, very quietly, but it was the observant way that was Gaara. He could be a frightening beast, but not to me, not to me.
I stuck my hand in again, making the clenching motion that meant 'grab it'. Then I leaned against the nice fresh wall, and closed my eyes.
"Naruto-kun, Naruto-kun." Someone tapped at my door. It was that women, I still had my grasp on Gaara, who was probably in that state of unconsciousness that wasn't sleep. I felt his hand let go of mine and I told him a swift good-bye before placing the plush little pillow upon the hole. "Yes?" I cleared my throat somewhat, ah, so the women didn't know if I was alone, quite careless of her if I do say.
She opened the door slightly, looking down at me with a smile. She'd always shake her head, but before today I was never able to catch her mutterings. Well, they were partial.
"So young...only ten..." Then she raised her voice, "Ah, ah! Jiraya-sama, right this way!" I could hear his jolly laugh, it was a laugh that came from keep, but I didn't think it seemed all that real. He flirted with her liberally, and I'm sure I became a little jealous. If this was to happen, he should only have ties to me. He enters the room, and I am left alone with him like always. He looks towards the door a little sadly. 'Ah...I hate arresting the pretty one's...well..' and then there was a glint in his eyes that I knew very well, 'Well...kuku...not really...' and he moved his fingers in a groping type of way.
Then he turned to me, and such thoughts seemed to have evaporated. He frowns sort of, and then his smile comes back on, it's not the same one, and I can instantly tell that he's not very happy. I decide to ignore this look, he'll be very happy, very soon. I then scurry over to my crayon drawing of a frog, and I show it to him. "Look! I drew this, I picked it out of them all, because frogs are my favorite!"
He walked over, leans over to look and smiles sadly, "Oh yeah? I like frogs too."
This is going very well.
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Jiraya's POV
And right about here is when I wish I hadn't taken any job that damn women handed to me. Well, she did decide to pick it out when I was drunk, that Tsunade is damn clever, even half drunk herself she can sober herself up for a few minutes. Shizune was there, she remembered me accepting. I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache the size of Nevada and she calls me up, telling me I'm going to be late.
Just perfect. I walked into this place, this ...children's brothel, and I'm somewhat shocked with myself. This looks like somewhere I would come, well...for women, not children. The incredibly lovely dark skinned women opens the door and ushers me towards a room. Now, I'm a little dazed right about now, but I've been known as a pervert from all around, so it's become increasingly simple for me to hide things from others.
I flirt with her a little, yeah so what? She's a woman. I laugh at one of her little jokes, it's something I don't quite understand, so I make sure to exaggerate on its silliness. She smiles very brightly, and knocks at a door, calling upon someone inside. That was when everything came so quickly. She said something that I couldn't catch, the craft bitch, and I head into the room, only to have the door locked behind me.
Kamisama, What the hell kind of people come here?
I linger on the door, thinking quiet a few things I'm quite famous for before I turn, the still gleaming eyes, but I guess that's when my thoughts catch up to me, telling me I'm working now. There's a boy standing in front of me, and I feel pity. I rarely show it, but I can't help myself for a little while. This is when it hits me, child brothel, this, this is a child. I'm revolted beyond belief, but this child doesn't seem to notice. My, not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
There's something else I notice that makes me want to help him. When he was proud of drawing there was a sort of shining innocence. It reminded me of someone I used to take care of a long time ago. Hell, apart from the whisker like marks, and the larger, slightly more vibrant eyes I'd have said he was the spitting image. It was like having Shinrei right before my eyes, I didn't want to think about the things this kid went through. Sure, when you're an adult it's alright, because you've got the right mind to consent, but this is...
He runs over to show me a picture, and I feel even worse. God, I've got to get my ass our of here as quickly as possible. I rummage for a cellular phone, but I stop short, knowing Tsunade will kill me if I try to call her. He starts to color again, and I say nothing, he turns to me, and asks me something I cannot even wonder.
Damn, this kids been tainted.
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Naruto's POV
I'm eager to consummate the act, because it will bind my new touza to me in a way he will not realize until it is to late. Then he will be mine forever, with that feeling running up him at just the thought, it makes me feel good to know that I am thought of. However, this man seems uncomfortable, and some unfathomable thought comes into my mind, I turn my head to him, and look about to cry, "...You don't want me?"
I see him make this face, almost as if he's flinching, and it hurts. Maybe my real touza didn't want me either; he surely didn't if he had to die. She died too, but I hardly remember what she looks like at all, all I can remember was feeling a different kind of good when she smiled, something I can't understand anymore. Maybe they didn't die on purpose, I always remember that smile of his, that bright proud smile, and a formless women smiling with closed eyes, I can't remember it, but...I can /feel/ it, and it's a good feeling.
Its better then anything I've ever felt before at least, nothing like what the act gives. I may be wrong, but I don't really care for it, only because it binds, but that's really the only reason, because someone will come back everyday. Someone will love me, love me...
"Ne..." The man speaks, but all he does is stand straighter, ready to leave it seems, so I stand up as well and grab his sleeve, tugging on it a little. "Touza, touza, don't leave me!" It always works, but every time I use it, I feel a pang hard in my heart. He looks hesitantly for a moment then..
He does something I don't expect, something that I don't think I'll ever understand, he crouches and ruffled my hair with the same sort of smile the smiling man in my memories gave me, and he says, "Hang in there for a little bit." And he heads for the door, but I can't let him forget without something to bind him, so I rip the drawing of the frog as neatly as I can, and I stop him one last time so that he can have it.
He looks at me, as if he doesn't really know what to say, and he folds it and puts in his wallet and leaves, its funny too, because I could have sworn the door was locked. But it doesn't matter, I rush over and tell Gaara, but he's busy, so I leave him alone for a little while.
I'll tell him later.
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Comment Please!
Thats right, the Yondiame will be known as Shinrei here, because it's means like...a fresh breeze, and I have no other name for him.
List:
Touza: Father
Caza: Mother
Ni: Brother (most of the time followed by a suffix. ex: Naruto-ni-chan)
Kuku: It's a sort of manga laugh. xD It's always a little perverted or creepy
Kamisama: God
Hotokesama: Buddha (It's not there, but meh, just in case one of those interchangeable things, since I don't really know which Jiraya would say.)
Ne: Like, for saying, Hey, or listen
(Also known as Chichoue for father (probably without the e.))
