Tittle: Spirit Child of Demon Eyes
Author: Kuroten
Anime: Naruto
Couples: Narusasu / Kakairu / Saku?
Warnings: Shounen ai, Future AUish and OC
Genres: Action / Drama & Angst / but also Humor and slight Romance (pairings)
Summary: Naruto's the Hokage, and finds he's not the only demon child via a 'gift' from a newly known Hidden Village.
A/N: This is my first shounen ai fanfiction, just so you know. I've read so many, I don't think I'll mess up.

Chapter One: Village of the Spirit's Shadow

The blonde young man tangled in covers on a messy bed shrewed with who-knows-what mumbled something in his sleep, snoring softly as he settled. Golden rays of late morning sun filtered through tightly closed blinds, announcing the natural time to 'rise and shine'. Throwing mustled arm over his eyes, he mumbled something that sounded close to 'five for minutes', turning over slightly and drifting off into deeper sleep.

"Hokage-sama!" someone shouted, causing bright azure eyes to fly open in panic. Running feet on wooden boards stopped as they reached Konoha's lord's door, and a very loud 'thump' sounded a moment after someone banged the offending peice of wood open.

"Wha-!" was the only sound that could excape the Sixth Lord Hokage's lips before the baffled young man's ears rung with another loud call of his tittle.

Holding a feathered pillow around his head, trying to keep the noise out, he answered/shouted in return, "WHAT IS IT!" A group of resting ravens in the forest nearby took flight, cawing in annoyence to being so rudely awakened. The newly awakened blonde could sympathize.

Pale green eyes illuminated in furry stared into soulful blue as the intruder towered over the fallen Lord, anger ebbing slightly as she took in just what he was wearing. Blushing slightly and glancing around the messy room, Haruno Sakura, personal secretary and planner for the Lord Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto, played with a loose string from her jounin clothing. The only female member of Team 7 had grown into a beautiful young woman; 19 with a full figured body and now-long luchious pink hair usually tyed back in a ribbon. She'd grown fond of the annoying Naurto over the years and they were now very close friends, and would have been a couple if Hokage-sama hadn't had his sights on someone else already (hint hint).

Bright blue eyes blinked in confusion as the body rose, pale white sheet dropping to the floor. The morning light now filling the room, though the tightly closed blinds tried to keep it out, illuminate just what Sakura was embarrased about. Tanned skin covered his well mustled body, the only thing covering any of it white-and-orange heart boxers. His cheeks cherry red in realization, Naruto grabbed the discarded sheet and carefully covered himself as best he could.

"Sorry, Sakura-chan," the blonde mumbled, sitting on the bed.

"I-it's alright, Hokage-sama," the still-blushing woman stuttered, eyes still averted. Really, she should be used to this by now. But every time she barged in to wake up the late sleeper, his body still amazed her. All those practices still going on today with Sasuke and other random anbu really did him good.

The Lord cleared his throught, awaking the beauty from her musings. "Uh, Sakura-chan, could you wait outside for a minute? I kinda need to get dressed."

Absently the secretary rose and left the room, closing the door behind her. The click of the lock reminded her just why she was here. "What did you want again?" came the loud question.

Eyebrow twitching slightly, a throbbing vain above her same eyebrow, Sakura's temper rose once again from the ashes of an embarassing siduation. "Hurry up! You have a meeting!"

In the Hokage Tower's waiting room, Kakashi stared at the mysterious shinobi from another village. The ninja in question just sat there, reading a seemingly-interesting book similair to Icha Icha Paradise and ignored him. The elite jounin had tried to read the guy via sharingan but it was all for nothing. His eye didn't pick up anything unusual, except the barest hint of another aura within him, as if the ambassitor had once been possessed but was now free of whatever it was or was surrpressing the thing from taking over. You couldn't help but wonder what it was and set the thing off.

In the Hokage Tower's waiting room, Kakashi stared at the mysterious shinobi from another village. The ninja in question just sat there, reading a seemingly-interesting book similair to Icha Icha Paradise and ignored him. The elite jounin had tried to read the guy via but it was all for nothing. His eye didn't pick up anything unusual, except the barest hint of another aura within him, as if the ambassitor had once been possessed but was now free of whatever it was or was surrpressing the thing from taking over. You couldn't help but wonder what it was and set the thing off.

The ninja in question was the Ambassitor for Hidden Spirit Village, a newly reveiled place about almost nothing was known, sent to diliver a peacemaking gift for the Lord Hokage. His name was Hoshinata Matae, a man high in the ranks of Spirit's Shadow Village's elite, similair to the Konoha's jounin, and never seen in action to those outside their groups. Representatives of the village had apeared one day, including him and two others, a young girl still unknown and Naratsuna Harena, the wife of their village's Lord. Naratsuno Uzuka, the lord in question, himself hadn't come, seeing as he was in the Wave country at the moment.

A meeting between Hokage-sama and the Ambassiter was scedualed, with only the ones Naruto trusted present. And that included Kakashi and Iruka, his advisors.

Yelling of an all too familair female voice and the stomping of running feet from the floor above caused the reading shinobi to glance up for a moment, face expressionless and as if it were nothing new, continued to read. The former teacher of Team 7 sweatdropped as the noise continued, yelling, thumping and misc. other loud sounds following the first shout.

Twenty or so minutes later, both the Ambassiter and Kakashi were called into the room. The confrence was to begin, things to be descussed and a treaty to be signed.

Ambassiter Hoshinaka Matae entered the meager -for what he was used to- suit, calling for the 'unknown' girl. The confrence had gone as planned, though it did start a bit late, causing the male shinobi to be in a very good mood. The only thing that had surprised the elite nin was how young and unseemly their lord was. How could a Hidden Village run by such a noisy, immature young man be any threat to Spirit's Shadow?

The silent padding of bare feet on cheap carpet interupted his thoughts, signaling the entrence of his 'ward'. Matae glanced at the girl, seeing if she would need to be punished for disobeadence yet again and also making mental notes to dress her apropriately for the celebration of peace to be held the next day.

The girl, no older than fifteen, was slight but taller than most other girls her at five foot eight and well mustled. Long, dark but rich sapphire hair pulled into a tight braid swung behind her as she walked, head bowed as she was below his station and it was only appropaite for her to show it. As was the fasion of their village, the lower of high class showed only the skin of face and hands, and that if any. Her skin was very pale, having seen no sun in much time, and half her face, from neck to nose, was covered in a black mask similair to Kakashi's. Her hands as well were covered, the leather of high quality and easy to work in. All she wore was black, her stature's color, and clothe that was loose and aloud her to move with ease.

"Pore the wine, chanta, and then sit. I have much to tell you," Matae ordered levely as he brushed deep brown hair from his forest eyes, using the word all in his homevillage called her. Chanta, the feirce and wild creatures common in the untamed parts of their main island, were hard to capture but when tamed were subtle and submissive. They would protect and obey their trainers until death, and even if dieing would fight for those who caught them. She was like that, in more ways than one.

Making no noise, since her station was far too below his to do anything but obey, pored the black-red wine made from mixing grape juices of different kinds and blood of fallen enemies in secret sporage houses only those high up could get. Kneeling at the servent's place, ten feet away from the main area and shadowed, she waited.

The Ambassiter smiled cruely, revelling in how well he had 'trained' the lower class girl. It had been easy. Only treat her as what she was and everything had gone perfectly. He hoped Konoha would enjoy with their treaty present, since it was like hitting two bird with one stone: get rid of something no one wanted and claim a new alley.

Furrowing his brows as a sudden thought hit him, he asked feircely, "Where is Naratsuna-sama?" It was what people of his village called their Lady, her surname ending in a na instead of a no, to prevent confusion.

The kneeling young woman only pointed, head still bowed, to a note written in curvious writing taped to the wall behind him, next to the door. He read:

Gone to the shopping district. It's really amazing the selection of goods they have here. Be back in a few hours!

Harena

Matae just sighed softly, muttering something about obsessive Ladies and their budget. The Lady did this often enough, and caused his journeys with her to be over-expensive. Atleast they could afford it, since it was easy to come by currency with such a useful thing like the little chanta along with them most of the time. That reminded him...

Glancing over at the sumbitting girl, her head still bowed in respect and wait, Matae's cruel smile returned, but even colder this time. "Do you want to know your fate, my little chanta? What your beloved Naratsuno-sama has picked for you?" he asked coldly, leaning toward her, knowing full well she was listening intently even if she seemed a statue at the moment. "To stay here, that's what. You'll never see anyone again, not even that only little friend of yours. No, here you'll stay, not that Konoha Village wants you. No one will ever want you, chanta." His smile twisted into a sneer as he drew closer to her, bending until he could force her to look at him.

Placing a hand around her braid and jerking her head back none too gently, causing the girl to close her eyes unless be punished severely, his other hand carressing her cheek roughly through the strong clothe. Letting loose usually sheathed claws, he rang a razor sharp nail over the smooth skin of the gap between her eyes, only slightly drawing blood. Licking his natural weapon clean, the elite nin smirked in almost-satisfaction. "I'm sure you'll never forget us, little chanta. You will never get rid of it, so it will be extremely difficult to."

The only thing that kept him from marring her seemingly perfect skin further was the Feast of Peace she would have to attend tomarrow. He released her reluctantly, enjoying the time alone to punish her, even if she had been good so far. He was only treating her as what she was, something to be used but off limits to kill.

Resheathing his claws as the doorbell rang, he sat back on the small couch as the girl rose, a thin line of blood trickling down her neck from the newly afliched wound. His lady's voice rang through out the suit as she greeted the girl by name, something prohibited in the village.

A few moments of silent shuffling later, and the dark haired girl walked past him into the master bedroom, loaded almost to the ceiling with boxes and bags of Naratsuna-sama's shopping. She carried them with little difficulty, Matae noticed, meaning her old punishment wounds were healed already. That was faster than usual. Had someone been feeding the girl more than her share? Possible, seeing as he and the lady were away most of the day, leaving the girl alone. A highered servent could have given the little chanta food and, idiot as she was, she'd eaten it without thought of punishment. Oh, how he wanted to add more wounds where the others had healed!

Sighing, one of Spirit's Shadow's top shinobi rose and bowed as a small but heavily built woman entered, clothed in expensive silks of light blues and greens. "High Lady Naratsuna," he murmured respectfully, taking her coat and handing it to the chanta now beside him. The Lady just waved him off, ignoring the girl now kneeling in her place of attendence, waiting for further instruction.

"Don't 'High Lady' me, Matae-kun. You know how much I hate that!" shouted the dark haired woman, hands on hips.

For some time they talked over their plans, Matae polite and humble while the Lady lost her temper many a time because of it. The chanta girl knelt a few feet away, silent and statue still as always, used to being ignored but listening intently nonetheless. If her new master or mistress, the one she was a gift for, let her speak, she'd have some interesting things to tell them, ane none of it pleasent.

Naruto sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork he was almost done with, the only others with him a few anbu. He missed his usual guard, Uchiha Sasuke, the leader of the anbu and someone who 'interested' the Hokage very much. But many interesting things had happened to keep his mind off those sorts of thoughts. Like the meeting with Spirit's Shadows's Ambassitor, for example.

Everything had started nicely, the representative humble and polite, masking the suprise that the blonde knew he's had when Naruto was introduced as Hokage-sama and not one of the older shinobi around him. What had intreged the Sixth Hokage was the man's avoidence of the peacemaking gift's details. He'd been assured that whatever it was was interesting, and nothing more was said of it.

Knocking interupted Naruto's musings, making him jump in suprise as Kakashi entered unannouced. He did this often, appearing infront of someone without any warning. Him knocking was being majorly polite.

"What is it, Kakashi?" the blonde asked, iritated. His old sensei just smiled behind the mask, laying a thinner-than-usual report folder before his Lord.

"The reports you requested," the older man said politely. Naruto just nodded slightly, flipping the folder open, eyes squinted and hand resting on left palm.

Whatever was written caused many people jolts of awakenment, as well as birds making noises of iratation as the kitsune shouted, "WHAT!"

A/N: I know it's kinda short and all, but please tell me what you think. In the next chapter, I promise there will be KakaIru and maybe some NaruSasu fluff. Next chapter, after all, is a formal celebration of peace in which you are required to bring a date. (hint hint) Anyway, I hope no one was too OOC. I tried to keep them as in character as I possibly could.

R&R, please. I need to know what ya think, people!

Kuroten