Note: This is AU, taking place more during the times of feudal Japan maybe (not exactly sure where I want to put it when referring to an actual historic period, which is partly why it is so incredibly AU). It will contain both ninja and samurai, but not chakra or tailed beasts. The characters and names do still have the powers- mostly- pertaining to their character, but there are a few certain, eh, limitations. I suppose it will make more sense as this continues on...
Otogakure was a relatively small village in comparison to some of the other settlements nearby. It was primarily used for lower and middle-class residents of the nation, so most of the residents relied on subsistence farming. A large ring of crops surrounded the town during the warmer months, in which most individuals in the village aided in growing the food.
The Uchiha clan, a family that had produced some of the strongest and prodigal ninjas of all time, had founded the village over one hundred years prior. Their watchful eyes (and deep pockets) had helped the village grow and prosper, and it was believed Otogakure would become a global powerhouse.
Unfortunately, during a particularly harsh raid brought on by a neighboring city and rival family, the majority of the Uchiha's were wiped out. Only two remained (due only to the fact they had happened to be breaking the rules and out in the forest practicing their skills at the time), the sons of the clan heads, Itachi and Sasuke. They were only the tender ages of thirteen and eight respectively.
Otogakure had been left in ruin by the time that the rivaling force had retreated, and everything worth some kind of money had been ransacked. There was no longer protection from enemies- unless one counted Itachi, who although was one of the strongest and most ingenious person that had been born before could hardly protect an entire village from a 10,00 man invasion- either, so it was not much later that the majority of the population packed up what little belongings they owned and emigrated to a different location.
Itachi and his beloved little brother Sasuke had been taken in by the head priest of the area, a man who called himself Orochimaru. He was rather peculiar at times, with his golden feline eyes and slick black hair, but the man took gave them a place to stay, delicious meals, and great company. Neither ever lodged a complaint.
To say Itachi had been satisfied with such a life would be a false assumption, however. Each and every time he came upon some item or action that reminded of his late family caused his blood to boil. He had vowed to avenge his fallen comrades and clan members, and trained each and every day in order to be able to. It was not uncommon that Sasuke would wander out to the forest to call his elder sibling for dinner only to find the man exhausted and practically passed out on the ground. It was times such as those he was thankful he was spawned from a clan with bodies built for manual labor and high activity levels because goddamn Itachi was heavy!
Even with this fact, Sasuke was not trained to be a ninja like his brother. Before his family had passed, the boy had barely begun his training and Itachi had refused to continue giving him lessons afterwards. The elder Uchiha would not allow his brother to be caught up in some battle and end up dead, he was the only relative, and in all honesty the only one in the world, he currently gave a damn about. If he were to lose Sasuke, he did not know what he would do.
This is partially why it was no surprise Itachi set out on his own quest for knowledge the day he turned 18. There was only so much one could learn on their own, and by searching out companions there was a more probable chance of defeating to fiends that had slaughtered the residents of Otogakure many years before. Then, perhaps he would return to live a peaceful existence out in the village with a mild-tempered wife and his sibling. It would most likely only take a year or two, so he doubted Sasuke would even notice he was gone (the child had been quite upset upon hearing the news of his brothers departure and had practically clung onto his leg in an attempt to stop him from going).
Of course, fate never seems to work the way one wants it to because Itachi didn't come back. There was never a letter or messenger or anything sent to the priest or Sasuke. A signal to his survival or demise was never received.
Although it was painful, Sasuke eventually accepted the fact his brother was most likely never going to return. For a period of time, he went through a rebellious stage in which he vowed revenge of whatever soul had snatched away his sibling from his grasp, but after almost igniting the forest outside Otogakure, his plans were soon given up. Without the proper guidance, he would never be able master any type of ninjutsu. There was nobody in the village who knew enough to teach him either, and for him to travel to the next town on his own was dangerous- the war currently being waged had just begun and the slaughtering of random civilians had been common. Sasuke had given into the teachings of a common housewife or womanly man- there really was no difference, everyone basically partook in all of the responsibilities- who lived in their village at that point.
"Good morning Sasuke!" a small girl giggled, running past the brunet with her bare feet slapping softly against the cobblestone path.
With an irritated mumble and slight curse at the speedy little nuisance, the Uchiha nodded his head in acknowledgement while attempting to balance a precariously held basket as it teetered back and forth. Orochimaru had sent him to bring a pregnant mother who had no husband to speak of (some sleazy man had raped her while she was visiting her family in another city, but in his personal opinion Sasuke just thought she was a slut) and a low income a weeks ration of food courtesy of the temple. The female lived in possibly the farthest lot from the building and down several uneven flights of stairs, so the trip was often tedious and boring. Add dozens of rambunctious children to the mix as well as elderly women who enjoyed stopping to chat with him in the midst of his chore, an one could see why Sasuke often found himself exasperated and irritable.
Today's run had been particularly awful thus far, as it seemed as if it was one of the runts birthdays and they were having a party. The youths were practically climbing among the tangles of brush that lined the path and playing some sort of game. Despite being cranky a lot, this would have not usually gotten on his nerves; Sasuke was a caring teenager with a warm heart hidden under dozens of layers of defenses he had built up over the years. It was on this particular day, however- the longest of the year according to what one of the monks had told him this morning- that the brats were determined to get him to participate in their activities. As the matured 'grandson' of the priest (it was what Orochimaru referred to him as when people questioned their relation), it was not proper for him to partake. He had become to old for such antics, and if he wished to spend time with the people of the village he should do so in a constructive manner.
So along with the usual issues, the Uchiha heir found himself dodging stone and sticks tossed in his path. Several of the little demons were attempting to knock out his legs by running at the back of his knees, and a few more decided it would be beneficial to yank the basket out of his hands and run away with it rather than help him carry it to the pregnant woman. With his nimble movements and pure luck, he was able to avoid most of the mess, but eventually his good fortune ended. When the brunet had been distracted, he took a misstep and set his foot on a loose stone, which in turn sent him rolling down a set of stairs.
There was a flurry of fucks, goddammits, and groans before Sasuke reached the end of the flight, mostly from the fact he would probably have to return to the temple to get more food and make the trip once again than pain from the fall. The children had scurried away like little mice to hide away in their houses, bound to play innocent if confronted on the ordeal (not that he would, his schedule was much too busy for wasting his time on such a trivial matter).
The Uchiha lie on his stomach, cheek pressed to the warm cobblestones as he watched a few bruised plums roll past his face. There were many people who would gratefully accept the damaged produce, but this particular woman was not one of them. Although she was almost penniless, she was still quite picky about what she would and would not accept. Orochimaru, being quite poor himself, gave his best effort to find fruits and vegetables that were to her liking but often found this was impossible. Nevertheless, he insisted Sasuke put his best effort towards pleasing the woman- the pale man had stuck him with the duty of replying to all her requests, the damn sneak- as he was the grandson of the priest and needed to preserve his image of sweet and caring for the people of the village.
The aforementioned population adored Sasuke, always speaking of how much he helped out despite having the title that he did and how much of adorable young man he had become. The brunet was not sure how to take the praise, as he had been taught to aid anyone in need of assistance from a young age onwards. As for his apparent "cuteness," the mere thought irked him. He had never been as buff as his brother- no matter how hard he worked, he would end up only slightly toned- and taken on a more lithe body structure, as his mother had when she was alive. For them to call out such a thing in front of his face, especially when he was a man, was quite degrading. All the women fawned over him while the men felt an urge to protect him. It was a rather strange situation.
This explained why the Uchiha was mildly surprised that not a soul came running to help him up or gather the scattered contents of the basket. As a matter of fact, the whole area seemed deserted, like one of the ghost towns spoken of in the priests' books. Odd it was, considering it was mid-afternoon and usually one of the busiest times of the day.
Shrugging to himself at the oddity, Sasuke pushed himself on to his hands and knees and began to crawl around and pick up the damaged produce (climbing to his feet and then bending down may have been easier, but the Uchiha figured it was just more convenient this way instead of bending over every few seconds). There were pears lost among the shrubbery, lettuce that rolled down the lane, and a few apples to the left of-
The brunet froze in place as someone silently picked up one of the fruits. Following the alabaster appendage to the rest of the persons' body, he made eye contact with a pair of ruby eyes with a rush of electric orange hair in the periphery of his vision. The man- as it would be odd for women to have abs as this person possessed showing from underneath an open kimono – was someone Sasuke had never seen before, a stranger.
It was very unusual for Otogakure to have visitors, as it was out of the way in terms to the paths to any of the more important villages. Attractions found in the city added up to almost zero as well, so nothing drew tourists either. It was not as if anyone minded though, most were satisfied with the life they lived. Those who were not moved elsewhere. It was a simple concept.
Regarding the man, whereas most had seemed rather afraid judging by their speedy disappearance, Sasuke was struck by curiosity. The outsider seemed to have a katana in a pouch resting on his hip and various scars marring his body, signifying he was either a ninja or samurai of some kind. While the brunet had grown to accept the fact he would probably never become a ninja as his brother had, it did not cease his desire to at least continue his training in the ways of one…
"May I have this?" a soft voice questioned, breaking the Uchiha out of his daze. The stranger was holding one of the apples in his outwards stretched hand and gazing at him in an expectant manner. It was not at all demanding, but he was still quick to respond.
"Yeah, of course, go ahead and take as many as you please," Sasuke replied, turning his back towards the man and moving to snatch another citrus fruit from the ground. Maybe if he sucked up enough and then asked politely, the man could teach him a thing or two before he departed. "It's not as if the original recipient is going to want them now anyways. Would you like some sort of vegetable, there are some over there near the-"
Rotating back to his original position, the ebony-haired boy was a little disheartened to find the other man already walking away. He hadn't even said goodbye or signaled his departure or anything!
What an asshole.
With a low growl in his throat, Sasuke pushed himself onto his feet and jogged up to the man. "Where the hell do you think your going? You can't just walk around like you own the place, if you are a visitor you have to go check in with the head priest! There's a war going on you know!"
Okay, maybe that all wasn't factual. There were indeed hostilities going on between two powers, but wanderers who happened upon the village never had to check in with Orochimaru. Usually the villagers would treat the stranger well and offer their homes for a place for the person to stay for a night or two; it was odd they chose not to in this case, as a ninja was often well desired. In fact, Sasuke bet if the man did follow his instructions and see the priest, his grandfather was going to be mighty angry. He despised when someone fucked up his calming afternoon meditation session.
This did not seem as if it was going to be an issue, however, because the man continued to be ignorant of his comments and kept on with his meandering. No matter how many time the Uchiha would jump in front of him or scream his questions, it was the same damn reaction; nothing
Now Sasuke was never known for his patience or charisma-just because he helped out more than what everyone expected and looked damn attractive all the time didn't mean he was friendly. When the girls around Otogakure had reached puberty, they had practically all attempted to ask him out. They had all been denied with a roll of the eyes and a snarky remark either relating them to some unsightly creature or just remarking that he was not interested (he really wasn't lying, he preferred a muscular chest over boobs). Sometimes when older men tried to talk to him about the old days, he would just blow them off as if nobody had been there. He was a bit of a little shit, he would admit only to himself but nobody seemed to mind anymore. It was a well-known fact that when he was in one of his 'moods' it was best to just let him brood by himself rather than attempt to speak with or calm him down. It was best that way for everyone. So when the Uchiha's patience quickly came to the end of the rope, it really wasn't a surprise he attached himself onto the orange-haired mans arm and refused to let go.
"Who the hell are you?" he hissed, leaning his weight backwards in a failed attempt to get the male to stop walking forwards.
Barely sparing a glance backwards, the aforementioned individual jerked the muscles in his right are and detached the boy almost immediately. He paused for barely a few seconds in order to readjust his kimono before once again striding forward. This time, though, he spoke.
"I have nothing much to my name, of which does not particularly matter. Not one of the clans do I belong anyways; I pride myself on being a wanderer who happens to know a thing or two about conflict. Although your people cower in fear of my presence, I do not wish to afflict harm on any one of these innocent citizens. Soon I shall be on my way, so I do hope you will leave me to my own practices now that I have given you the explanation I know you desired."
Halting in his jog to keep up with the larger man's long strides, Sasuke swallowed hard. A swell of disappointment rose in his stomach at the others words. A not-so-obvious denial to his wish of training had been served. Had his motives really been that easy to read?
From a ways ahead, the visitor spoke once more. "You do intrigue me, however. Perhaps if I happen upon you again one day I could teach you something; you are, after all, obviously a descendant from a family of ninja. Taking on an apprentice could be an interesting experience."
Sasuke didn't utter a single syllable as the vermillion-eyed stranger took a left and walked out of his line of vision. He was not sure if he felt like jumping around in joy as if he were a mere seven years old again or laying down and sulking for having his emotions being played (if the man was a wanderer and knew he was the priests 'grandson,' he had obviously known he was never going to be permitted to leave and would probably never see him again). Villagers were beginning to reemerge and gossip about his confrontation with the man, and from a fairly good distance away he could hear Orochimaru's good friend Kabuto calling for him- the silver-haired man was an astounding medic and had probably noted Sasuke's scraped flesh from his fall before. Even farther away, there were the voices of two men bickering about something or another (weirdly enough, he couldn't recognize either of them and he knew almost everyone who lived in Otogakure). Maybe there would be a fight he could go break up or some kind of thievery occurring!
The brunet somehow knew that today was going to continue being very interesting.
A/N: Yes, yet another new story... (I'm sure you are all becoming annoyed with me at this point XD). This wasn't exactly what I was speaking of before, but it is a multiple chapter NaruSasu fic. At least that's what I have planned currently. As usual with me, it is subject to change.
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Disclaimer: I do not own or claim rights any of the characters used in this piece. The plot is also somewhat based on a separate game, so I do not own the full plot either.
