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Warning: An OC character/beast/thingy appears. And a chunk of this chapter is told in Sasuke's POV. You'll see why.

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Chapter Two: Sunlight

"I didn't expect to meet this boy with a smile that could dull out the sun." – Sasuke Uchiha, age 10.

A calculated slash across the chest sends his sparring partner down for the count. That makes ten now. Another hit, this time with the hilt of his sword aimed for the back of the head, sends another man down. Now it's eleven.

"Good work, Sasuke. Your mastery of the sword has developed nicely despite your young age."

Sasuke looked up from the groaning form of the man he had just knocked out. Onyx eyes communicated words of boredom, but he bowed respectfully towards his mentor anyways.

"Thank you, General Hatake."

The general smiled underneath the mask covering his mouth. He had made the right choice in choosing this one to be his pupil. Sasuke was strong, quick-witted, and fierce in combat. 'I couldn't have expected anything less from an Uchiha.'

With a single jump, the general was standing next to Sasuke, inspecting the unconscious form on the ground. General Hatake knelt on the ground, placing two fingers at the base of the fallen soldier's neck. He waited patiently for that rhythmic pulse that would signal whether this man was alive or not.

A few seconds passed, and he felt it. Slow, but there, meaning the man was fairly alive despite the fact he has just been hit in a nearly fatal spot.

"Good, you haven't killed him." Hatake got up from the ground and brushed the dirt off his pants. His visibly eye watched as the ten-year old boy snorted and placed his sword back into its sheath on his sword belt.

"Of course I didn't kill him."

"But where you struck was dangerously close to a fatal point. If you had aimed just a few degrees to the right and added a little more pressure, this man would be dead." General Hatake raised an eyebrow, "You should know that, yet you didn't even try to strike for that point like you normally would."

Sasuke slanted his eyes towards the general. He had to listen closely, but he could hear the faint traces of suspicion and confusion trickling into those words. "Are you trying to make a point, Kakashi?"

"Not a point, really, more of an observation." the general shrugged – ignoring Sasuke's switch from formal to informal talk – casually stuffing his pockets into his front pockets.

The small raven merely grunted. Kakashi was a player in terms of someone's emotions and reactions. He knew the right words to say and when to say them to make his opponent either think the way he thought, or catch them off guard. It was a highly annoying skill – to Sasuke anyways – but he gave credit to the man where credit was due. Besides, Kakashi would say what was on his mind if he found it important enough.

"The Sasuke I know would have killed them without a second thought." Kakashi stayed his distance and cocked an eyebrow. "Did something happen yesterday?"

Yesterday... he was referring to how the prince returned late from an assignment. Sasuke closed his eyes, forcibly shutting out the pain and memories of yesterday. But he couldn't forget that boy with the golden hair and a smile that could dull out the sun.

'Naruto Uzumaki...' he couldn't stop himself now. The pain from the wound was that constant reminder of what happened yesterday. The pain that surged from his left arm was tugging at a flashback that wanted to break through the surface...

"Your silence proves my theory rather well." Kakashi smirked, "So, will you share your thoughts or are you planning to keep me in the dark about yesterday?"

"What do you think?" Sasuke snapped. He wasn't ready to open up to anyone about what happened yesterday. They could torture him with the most heinous magic possible and he would not utter a word about the boy with the smile like the sun.

'Naruto Uzumaki...'

Before the general could open his mouth to retort, a servant ran in. He stopped just a few inches away from the prince and general, bowing respectfully as he tried to catch his breath.

"Your highness, your brother wishes to speak to you. I will escort you to the library, if you wish."

'It was my arm that was injured, not my leg. But I do appreciate the consideration...' Nodding – Sasuke was all too pleased by the interruption – the raven bid a goodbye to his mentor and followed the servant out of the training grounds.

With each step towards the library, Sasuke masked the pain that the wound would periodically throw out like a fishing lure, baiting for a reaction. With this mask, he hoped it would cover the memories that were trying to push passed the mental barriers he had created. Sasuke was a prince! Second in line for the throne, mind you, but he was still royalty. Uchiha blood coursed through his veins – the blood of many ancestors who had achieved great things over the years. Slain many creatures, and won many battles.

There was no way he was going to allow such insignificant feelings to get the better of him.

"You wished to see me, Aniki?"

Itachi Uchiha, next in line for the throne, looked up from his book. He cocked and eyebrow, towards the servant, and watched with blatant amusement as he scurried away.

"There's no need for you to be formal, Sasuke. It's just us."

As if Itachi's words were a key, Sasuke felt all his emotions being unlocked.

His brother was his refuge, his pillar of support, his strength in times of need. Itachi was, and always would be, the only person he'd show his childish side to. The only one he'd allow to see him as the child he could never be.

Sasuke rushed into his brother's arms, burying his face into Itachi's neck. Lavender and a light citrus smell tickled his senses. It was his brother's signature smell, and Sasuke absolutely loved it.

"Baka... That's how I always speak."

"When there are others around. When it's just you and me you adopt some very colorful language."

"No I don't!" Sasuke pouted, crossing his arms. His brother had no idea what he was talking about – in Sasuke's childish mind, of course.

Itachi's chuckling wasn't making things any better.

"Brat..." the older raven muttered with a smirk, flicking Sasuke's forehead with his index and pointer finger.

"Ow..." Sasuke rubbed his abused forehead, growling at his brother for, yet again, injuring his forehead. It was like some sort of hobby Itachi had adopted ever since Sasuke could walk. The gesture would always be out of sheer amusement, or when Itachi needed to put Sasuke in his place, but that didn't mean Sasuke liked it all very much.

Itachi merely cocked an eyebrow, not really feeling the need for a response. The air around them was joyous and light – just like it is every other time they talked. But, there was a time for play and a time for business. And right now, Itachi hadn't called Sasuke to just play.

His smirk flattened across his face, eyes turning from sparkling and humorous to serious and black. They narrowed on the gauzes wrapped on his brother's arm. He didn't fail to notice how Sasuke's right hand instantly went to the bandaged appendage.

This all added more fire to Itachi's raging curiosity.

"It's nothing..." Sasuke muttered, knowing exactly what Itachi had called him in for. Normally, Sasuke wouldn't have any qualms about speaking to his brother concerning his personal issues. Today, obviously, was a different story. He wanted to keep the smiling sun a secret for a little while longer...

'Naruto Uzumaki...'

Dark, onyx eyes turned into slits, glaring at his younger brother until he flinched. His brother was a terrible liar when it came to beating around the bush. The truth that the wound was more than an 'it's nothing' was complete bull in Itachi's mind.

He yanked Sasuke's arm off the bandages and pressed his fingers lightly on the wound. The added pressure made Sasuke hiss in discomfort, smacking his brother's hand away before more pressure could be added. Itachi raised an eyebrow out of slight astonishment.

Yes, it was a lot more than an 'it's nothing'.

"Now then, since we've gotten over the bullshit, care to tell me how you got this wound, Otouto?"

Sasuke couldn't escape his brother's gaze, or embrace, no matter how much he struggled. Sighing in defeat, he rested his forehead against his brother's.

"I can show you better than I could tell you."

And as if Sasuke's words were some magic key, the door to his memories of yesterday was unlocked.

+Eclipse: Yesterday; Sasuke's POV+

I was being followed. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. The only idiot here was the person who thought they could follow me sneakily and not get noticed.

Baka...

The simple assignment of sneaking into the border for investigation turned into a game of cat and mouse now. So... who was the cat and who was the mouse?

A small grin tugged my lips – not really a smirk and not much of a smile either. If this person wanted to play a game, then I'd play this game and win. Sure, I'd be getting off topic with my assignment, but I could always use the excuse that this helped me get more information on my target. The perfect plan was already manifesting as the edge of the forest came into view.

Lure in my prey to the trap, then attack.

I had to give this person credit, though. They were persistent. That just makes the game more fun.

Sunlight streams down my face, around the forest, illuminating this world and giving it a whole new light. If I were anyone else I would have stopped to bask in the beauty, but I'm not just anyone else.

A stream was coming up, that's where my trap will be set. Let the idiot feel as if I stopped to rest and take a drink, lowering my defenses. If they were the idiot I claimed them to be, then the minute I 'drop my guard' they'll attack, revealing their presence, and I can go in for the counter attack.

What I didn't expect, though, was that the person was a boy, small in size and probably around my age. My Sharingan was activated the minute I started my plan. I was alert to the things around me. Colors were more vibrant, freely moving as if veins were pulsing through them. Landscape became was more defined in shape and stature. I could see the aura that is held within each and every person.

That's how I was able to distinguish the person as a male, a child. Male and female have different characteristics to their aura. Male have a bolder, more vibrant aura. While females tended to have a softer presence to theirs. Of course, that could change depending on the person's personality.

This kid... His aura was definitely strange.

The sound of the rushing stream below me called out my thirst. It wouldn't hurt to take a little sip of water. Bending down, I cupped my hands to scoop some water, bringing it to my lips. It was pure, lighter, exploding my senses in a blaze of fire. This water was different from the water back in my home country.

For a few, careless, minutes I allowed the child-like wonder of discovery to control me, lapping up as much of this water as I could. The boy behind me was the furthest from my mind...

He took a step.

Then another step...

He was moving cautiously towards me, like I was some rare animal he didn't wish to scare. So he was the idiot I thought of him to be. It would be boring attacking something that was stupid enough to come closer...

A snap rang through my ears – a twig, maybe? Whatever it was, it caused the boy to stop dead in his tracks. I could sense his aura inflame with the fear that I was going to run away. Or worse, possibly attack him.

I could practically smell the fear coming from him. But it was mixed together with another emotion... One I can't place.

Neither one of us moved for a while. My eyes were closed, focusing more on the boy than anything else. If nothing was going to happen, then I'd make something happen.

Opening my eyes, I rolled my head to the side, taking my time to actually look at him. He was vaguely familiar...

Spiky, blonde locks that stretch for the sun shined in the light, giving them a golden look. Blue eyes were wide with fear mixed in with... Was that awe? His cheeks had whiskers on either side, giving me the impression of a fox.

The fox... Now I remembered this boy. I remembered the flames that fanned out around his room, but damaged nothing. The screams the boy cried for everything to stop; for the fear to go away. It was the night where the sky held no moon and the stars were too scared to come out and play.

This was the boy.

"Tell me your name..."

He wanted my name? That was the best he could think of to ask; my name? Alright, this boy was more than an idiot. He was a complete buffoon.

Well... He'll be a fun tease. I might be able to learn about him as well. This assignment wasn't such a failure after all...

Smirking, I changed my tone to mimic how my brother would speak while he toyed with others. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The minute I opened my mouth to speak, I could see the shock run through the boy. What? Did he think I was going to stand there and play mute? His body visibly shivered. It wasn't from the cold, and it wasn't from the fear either. It was my voice that caused that shiver. My voice created such a reaction.

This sent a wave sensation flowing through me. I ignored it, claiming it to be from a satisfied taunt.

"I-I ordered you to tell me your name, creature! So start talking!"

I'm a creature now? I cocked my head to the side, trying to hold back the smile trying to creep onto my face. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure we both have the same amount of legs, arms, eyes, etc.

This further proves my point that this boy is an idiot; all the more fun to toy with, I suppose.

"And if I refuse to listen to your order?"

My defiance must have struck a nerve, because his back straightened, and he took the air of dignity to wear like a cloak around his shoulders.

"Then get ready to deal with me, creature!"

He was planning to kill me? Me? The 'creature' he willing stalked out to a deserted forest with no idea how much danger he was truly in. It was laughable, and I let a laugh escape my lips – dry and mocking.

"Are you making fun of me?" hmm... Alright, so he was able to catch on to the signs of my dry amusement. Maybe he's not the idiot I thought he was. "You don't think I'm serious? You're a stranger in this country, and as the prince I will kill you if I have to."

Right... He's still an idiot. But this new piece of information makes my assignment a little easier, so I silently congratulate him for that.

"Somehow I highly doubt you will fill that threat."

"Oh really?" he took on a fighting stance; blue eyes shined with a fighting spirit to do what he believed was right. What an interesting boy he was. Willingly ready to pick a fight with a stranger. Another bit of info to add to the Intel.

His eyes sent me a challenge, one I accepted without much of a second thought.

I'll see what his fighting styles are like. How strong he is. Is he quick? What power does he hold? I'll taunt him and push him, just like I did on that moonless night, until I'm able to drive the power locked inside of him out.

One single flash from those blue eyes told me that he had every intention of winning.

"We'll just have to see about that the, wouldn't we?"

I snorted. He was cocky – something that would definitely be his downfall. Taking my own stance, I wait for his next move. Will he strike? Or will he take the patient route and wait for me to make a move? I quickly scratch that question as quickly as it came. From what I can gather, this boy doesn't have enough patience to wait for an elevator to ding, let alone wait for his opponent to make a move.

My theory is proven when I see his foot take a step to the left. Hm, he was probably going to try and attack from the side. Or fake me out with a quick jab to the right. All failed attempts on his part, because I can already see his moves before he even processed them. It's those little ticks of the body – an arm moving an inch, or a leg pivoting ever-so-slightly.

He's about to move, I can see it, but something rustling a few feet away grabs my attention. At first, I pay no attention to it, but whatever's making that noise is slinking closer and closer to the blonde. He has no idea that he could possibly be attacked in a split second.

The blonde was about to charge, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the shadow of the beast charging as well. It wanted to attack him; I could see the intent in its eyes. It was probably a wild animal – I can't place the name because I'm not familiar with the beasts in this country. But from its shadow…I can tell it's a big one.

"Prepare to eat fist!"

'Prepare to eat first'? Was he serious, or is he really that stupid? I don't have time to think about it though, because a startled scream hits my eardrums. Crap… Crap, crap, holy crap.

My body moves faster than I can respond. Instinctively I crouch in front of the body of the fallen blonde who's clutching his right arm. It hurt him. The beast hurt him in his moment of weakness – when all his attention was focused on me. It wasn't that I felt compassion for this boy. No, that was far from my mind. I was enraged that this beast had no respect for the law of Order. You attack only when it is honorable to do so.

I didn't really expect this beast to understand, but the creatures back in my country have that rule imprinted into their minds.

'Are you this boy's mate?'

It can speak. This was something new. I'm caught off guard for a split second, but force the shock out of my system. Now was not the time to be surprised. Now was the time to protect something I was ready to kill just a few minutes ago. It didn't make sense, but I didn't want to see him getting mauled by a creature with no honor, either.

Besides, if he were to die, it would make my assignment be in vain.

"He's nothing to me."

The beast chuckled darkly, its fur ruffling slightly. 'Then why do you stand so protectively in front of him?'

"I don't feel the need to answer your questions, creature."

'You are a cocky one, aren't you?'

Now that I got a closer look at it, the creature seemed to resemble a tiger, minus the orange fur and black stripes. Its coat was as white as snow; purple dots were splattered here and there on its fur. Three tails adorned with golden bracelets swished silently against the floor. There was an air of elegance, danger, and royalty all blended into one, surrounding the beast like a blanket. My Sharingan couldn't figure out anything about its aura or its emotions. It was like I was staring into a blank wall with no way around it.

For the first time in a while, I felt fear cement itself in my veins.

'Do not worry, human, I haven't come for you. Although you are as much of an intruder as the wounded Jinchuuriki over there.'

He referred to the boy as a Jinchuuriki. I've only heard that word once or twice, whispered amongst the elders of the council or the elderly that have been living in the country long before my time. They whisper of stories containing demonic beasts with the power to level countries with just a wish of their tail. They fear more about the demons being released upon the world again, but that threat hasn't been made known ever since all nine-tailed beasts were sealed away into the bodies of nine, unfortunate, souls.

The prince I was told to watch out for was also a carrier of a demon. I glanced at the stilled form on the ground. He was unconscious – and would probably stay that way for a while – clutching onto his right arm that was struck. His face was contorted in pain. Just a while ago his face was fixed with determination. And before that his face was painted in awe. He had a wide spectrum of emotions he could express that it was somewhat hard for me to believe that he was in fact a Jinchuuriki.

"Why did you attack him?" I was being blunt and to the point. I needed to get this over and done with soon. Draw this out any longer and I could be stepping into a battle I had no chance of walking out of.

'Why did you step in to save that Jinchuuriki?'

Did he really have to answer my question with another question?

As if reading my mind, the creature chuckled, golden eyes flashing with mirth. His stance was predatory, but the air around him changed into a calm and serene atmosphere. I wasn't a fool though. And I was going to fall into the comfortable setting this beast wanted me to be in.

'You see human, I am the guardian of this forest. For many millennia I've stayed in the shadows and watched over this forest, maintaining the balance as I see fit. The Jinchuuriki over there has disturbed that balance. The evil locked inside of it has caused the other creatures of this forest to hide out of fear.' He locked eyes with me, and then at the boy. 'I will do what I deem just in ridding this terror from my forest.'

"But he's just a boy!" why am I feeling this compassion for a kid I've never met? Why am I crouching down lower, ready to lounge at this guardian without even a moment's hesitation? This is not a part of the assignment. I was supposed to gather Intel, only Intel, and now I've gotten caught up in something I never saw myself getting caught into.

Once you've been trapped in the spider's web, there is no way of escape.

'A boy with a terrible demon locked inside of him.' The beast started to pace, eyeing me up and down, waiting for the moment to strike. My feet were glued to the floor and my heart was thudding against my chest. I wasn't ready for this. I don't want this! But at the same time, I want to protect this boy. I want this creature to run away with its three tails between its feet. 'Move out of my way, human, or prepare to die along with him.'

"You know, you're the second person to tell me I have to prepare myself to die." I took my own stance, glaring red slits towards the guardian of the forest. "I'm not going to die today. Not by your claws or by the idiot's hands."

'Foolish human…'

Everything went by in a blur. My instincts took over, controlling my body with every move it made. The beast started to charge, teeth bared, eyes glittering with hatred and determination. I braced myself for the impact, already calculating my next move. My Sharingan was practically useless, something that added on to my fear ten-fold.

'Now you will die!'

"Get away from him!"

Red flashed by my vision at lightning speed. My eyes were wide open; watching the boy who was supposed to be lying on the ground unconscious had just tackled the beast onto the ground. Why didn't I notice him wake up? Why did he suddenly wake up and then attack the beast, preventing it from hurting me?

The sounds of the struggle were lost on me. I was so confused. Things were happening way too fast for me to keep track. I just wanted to go home. Where things were slow – horribly, boringly slow – but enough for me to take a reign on what was going on.

Another scream shocks me out of my stupor. The blonde's on the ground again, but it doesn't look like he got another injury – yet. The beast starts to stalk him, ready for the kill. I'm already forgotten from the beast's mind, and this gives me the edge. I place away all my anxiety, frustrations, fear, and anger. The only thing on my mind is the boy whose name I don't even know. I want to protect him.

Protect him… why?

No, I don't have time to think of a reason why! I crouch, sending all my energy to the souls of my feet, and pounce. I manage to knock the beast of guard, and we tumble around on the ground until I kick him off with the heel of my foot. It doesn't do much, but I'm able to get it away from us long enough to scoop up the boy.

"Are you alright?" Right, stupid question, of course he wasn't alright.

He groaned, his hand went straight for his bleeding arm. "I'm f-fine. Just a little scratch, it's no big deal."

"No big deal?" was this kid literally insane? "You're bleeding profusely. There's a trail of blood following you from the spot you collapsed on to here. I'm surprised you haven't passed out again from all the blood loss."

For some strange reason, the boy found the ability to smile despite the situation. "Like I said, it's really no big deal. I heal pretty fast – Look out!"

"Crap!" I whirled around in time to use my arm as a shield. Downside of that was that the beast got its claws sunk into my skin. It burned. It burned so much I thought I could see spots of white dotting my vision. I kicked and I screamed, trashing about trying to get the beast off my arm. But its claws were sunk in so deeply…

I could feel the blackness sneaking up, trying to drag me into the darkness.

Just as I'm about to pass out, I hear that boy screaming something. The beast lets go of my arm for some reason, and starts to slowly back track until it's at least six feet away.

The blonde's panting, crouching low in front of me, with his teeth bared and his whiskers darkened on his tanned skin. What happened to his gentle expression? And why did the guardian back away so quickly?

A surge of pain shoots up through my left arm, blocking out any and all questions I had left.

'It seems as if Kyuubi has had enough of me attacking its host.' Its expression was bored; almost uncaring that it had just angered the demon inside of the blonde. 'No matter, this battle would be pointless anyways. My marks have been placed, and that is enough.'

The sun was starting to set behind the trees. Darkness was slowly settling in place for the sun.

'Till we meet again, Jinchuuriki, and you too, Holder of the Uchiha blood.'

As the shadows of the night started to slink across the forest floor, the guardian of the forest disappeared in a burst of light. This encounter… it was all too random, and way too quick for me to understand. If I wasn't injured, I would probably be trying to put the pieces of this confusing puzzle together.

"Oh my God…" the blonde was instantly by my side, holding my arm to inspect the wound. I wince; more at the pain rather than the warm contact that the boy produced. It still occurred to me that I hadn't even learned his name yet…

"Don't touch it." I hissed.

"Just shut up so I can fix your arm."

"Idiot, I said don't touch it."

"Look man, I'll admit I wanted to kick your butt a few times the first time I saw you, but right now you're bleeding pretty badly. It's really gross-looking. So just shut up for about three minutes so I can wrap your arm and stop the bleeding, okay?"

I stared at the blonde as he did quick work on my arm. He was quite skillful at it; I'll give him props for that. He was so dead set on stopping the bleeding, ripping off a piece of fabric from his own shirt to wrap around the wound, that I got myself lost in his carefulness and consideration with his soft and gentle touches. Three minutes later and the bleeding had stopped – somewhat – and my arm had a newly acquired bandage that I'd no doubt be questioned about when I returned.

"There, all done." He let out a sigh. I can see the tired circles under his eyes. This experience had put a lot of stress on him, and he was just a kid. Yeah, alright, I'm a kid too. But I've been in tough situations before – none like this; mind you – but enough to not let the pressure get to me.

"What about you?" I gestured to his arm, but found that the bleeding had already stopped; although there was still the faint scar from the claw marks on his arm from the attack. How had he healed so quickly? A wound like that would have taken at least two weeks or more to fully heal, and that was with the exception of infection.

"Well, as you can see, my wound's pretty much all gone." He gazed at my confused look and laughed. His laugh was as light as the night breeze that was ruffling his hair… "Yeah, I don't really know how it happens. It just does." He shrugged like that made all the sense in the world and laid down on his back.

Tonight there was a moon, not unlike the first night of our 'encounter'. I vaguely wondered if he remembered that night. Thoughts of the assignment keep bugging me, but I let them fleet to the corners of my mind. I'm too tired to care. I've already gotten enough Intel on the target, so a little rest wouldn't hurt.

"You're a strange one…"

"Pfft, says the guy who tried to take a tiger head on."

I scoffed. "Like you didn't attempt to do the same thing"

He flashed me a goofy smile. "I didn't 'attempt', I succeeded."

"With my help, of course." I smirked at the glare he sent me with the message: 'Yeah right' written all over it. It was so simple to slip into easy, childish, banter with this boy. The boy's whose name I don't even know yet…

"The name's Naruto Uzumaki. I'll tell you mine since I'm pretty sure you're not going to tell me yours anytime soon."

So that's what his name was, huh? Naruto Uzumaki…Prince of Soleil. I felt a trickle of sadness flow through me at my new thoughts. He was my target now. The boy who saved me was the boy I was assigned to… Could I really complete my assignment now after this happened?

My wound dully thudded its retort in the form of pain.

"Sasuke… Uchiha…" my name falls out of my lips and into the air faster than I can stop it. Something about the blonde made it comfortable for me to drop my guard – slightly.

He looks at me in surprise, and then all of a sudden he breaks out into a grin that could dull out the sun and put the stars and the moon to shame.

"So it's Sasuke Uchiha, huh? That's a nice name you've got there."

+Eclipse: Normal POV+

"Smile like the sun, huh?"

Sasuke pouted, punching his older brother in the arm. There was a blush that scarred his cheeks. It stood out prominently against his pale skin. "It could dull out the sun. It wasn't like the sun. There's a difference."

"Of course there is…" Itachi chuckled, ruffling his little brother's hair affectionately. The story was a long one, yes, but it cleared up all his confusions. Whether it was for the good or bad, Itachi didn't want to think about…

Because Naruto and Sasuke's meeting was fated from the start. It was only a matter of time before things really started to come into play.


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