Tittle: Spirit Child of Demon Eyes
Author: Kuroten
Anime: Naruto
Couples: Sasu-NaruSasu / KakaIru / Saku/ OC?
Warnings: Shounen ai, Future AUish and OC ((Bad Spelling for some things))
Genres: Action / Drama & Angst / but also Humor and slight Romance (fluff) (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: More reviews, Yay! Gomen nasai, Gomen nasai, Sumimasen for the late late lateness! I'll try to update every...month...or so...I think. -sweatdrop-

Chapter Four: Darkness's Passing

'...A presence comes that is familair to me, and one not unknown to you. A male taiyoukai, his full powers still not yet restored. You may know of him. If he really is who I think he is, you must take care. It would be troublesome if he came at an inconviniate time....'

Sunlight filtered through tightly closed blinds, traveling across the floor of an unfamilair room and onto two still forms pressed closely together. The illuminating beams settled upon one's face, making the world behind his eyes go from comfortable blackness to annoying red spots. Eyes twitching slightly as he woke partially from the pleasent reality of dreams, the disgruntled youth absently brushed loose raven locks from onyx eyes, attempting to sit up.

And failed.

The weight of another person's body half on him, their warm breathe smelling of peppermint tickling his sensitive ear, he released his attempts to move and relaxed. Their scent of ocean sun, miso ramen, and freshia lulled him into dreamland as no lullaby could. Snuggling into the warm embrace of another living being, strong arms encircling his waist, Sasuke listened to life's rythm in his friend.

The exavenger's eyes snapped open instently as he realized just who's chest he was leaning against. He stiffened, expecting his Lord Hokage to wake any minute, realize their compramizing position, pull away in disgust and send him on another mission. Though, in his heart of hearts, Sasuke knew that something as such would never happen. Naruto was quite fine with his two old teachers dating, haven helped get them together himself.

The larger body shifted, -the smaller frozen in his strong embrace- ridding up the blankets he lay ontop of, then settled back into sleep. Sasuke sighed inautably in releif, wondering how he would explain this to the blonde when he finally awoke. He stared at the sceiling questioningly for a few moments, and finding no answer, did the only thing he could think of: snuggle deeper into the inviting embrace of his secret crush.

Loss of warmth awoke him this time, disturbing his pleasent dreams of...obvious things. Peeking out from the disarried sheets he lay under, onyx eyes met tanned skin over taunt mustles, the shoulders tense and back rigid. The paler youth gulped nervously as he quickly sobered from a sleep-clouded mind.

A sigh was heard as the angelic form turned to the dark head pretending to sleep. What would Naruto do? was the question racing through Sasuke's mind. He knew if the kitsune looked close enough, or bothered to listen to his pounding heart, the lord would know would know he was awake.

Waiting in anticipation as the blonde leaned over his still, forced-relaxed form, Sasuke almost gasped as the Lord gently swept a stray hair from his eyes, as a lover might. 'WHAT THE HECK!' was all that came to mind as Naruto shifted back into a sleeping possision, arm flung around the darker's waiste. 'Did he just do what I think he did!'

Breathing evenly and snoring slightly, the blonde seemed oblivious to what he'd just done in sleep's half-haze. Kyuubi, however, seemed amused. Not that Sasuke knew, but it seemed in the seiled kitsune's personality to be so.

Knowing sleep wouldn't come for some time now, the smaller body rubbed his eyes and sat up, the Sun's hand in his lap. Opening onyx eyes, the so-called Night stared into laughing amber eyes.

Again, for the second time in three days, birds cursed the Hokage's residentce's for waking them.

It was funny, really. Master's lover was quite dense, it turned out. She'd have to help them, somehow.

'Better not,dear.' KW, her knowledge and Wisdom warned. 'That might cause too much trouble. Staying out of the Lord's personal life would be best.' Always commenting, even now. Maybe she could visit Spirit's Shadow, if she asked master and said it was a spying mission.

'Another bad idea,' Mystery, the mysterious and illusive one, commented. 'I thought you were smart. And stop avoiding the subject. You'll have to tell them sometime, anyway.'

'Yes, yes. I know. But can we wait a little longer? It might not be him...' She knew she was being pathetic, and that it was the one she'd left behind. Kyuubi-dono's warning sent shivers down her spine, and she hoped he wasn't mad. Because, even if you thought you knew someone well, you never know. She'd experienced that many times. And if he'd join the bakateme...

'Don't think about that!' both Mystery and KW shouted in her mind, a warning constantly given. If she aloud her thoughts to travel in that direction, then it would happen and they might come...

Too many thoughts...

Needing to consontrate on something else, the crystaline eyed seeming-teen thought back to her assignment. Hokage-sama, who'd woken from his love's surprised shreak, had angerly sent her to shop. Unsurprisingly, the list constisted mostly of ramen and milk, which wouldn't be healthy. So, she'd taken the liberty of rewriting said list to include some..interesting things...

And here she was, walking down the market street in broad daylight, knowing odd looks and glances were sent her way. Used to being ignored, the attention unsettled her quite a bit, whiched caused her to tense and bristtle. Everytime someone bumped into her and didn't hit her, the serving mind became confused. And every second spent in confusion was a second of potential remembering. Atleast KW and Mystery helped drive the thoughts away, somewhat.

The urge to hide was so great, everytime she passed a shadowy place she stared longingly at the darkness, earning more unnerving stares. Tensing even more at the unwanted attention, Chison tried to get this over as quickly as possible.

He watched her tensing form, eyes glowing faintly in the shadows. He'd followed, sensing her departure, and was surprised to where she'd gone. Was this village so much better than the place she'd abandoned? She'd loved it there...

A twisted smile formed on shadowed lips, revealing teeth shaper than any wolve's. He'd find out, that's for sure...

The shadow he tracked turned a corner; the figure disappeared after her, snapping a branch as he did so.

Chison sensed an unfamilair movement and glanced in it's direction. 'Definately not a bird...' she knew. A branch had snapped; and by what she could see, and the presence left, the stalker was a high level demon. And the youkai essence was so familair...

'I hope it isn't him. He shouldn't have to get involved...' she thought, leaning against an alley wall. The girl had finally given into the tempation of shadows and now hid from prying eyes, praying to Kami-san for patience. If anyone else she cared about became too close again, her mission was for not.

'Why couldn't you have stayed seiled, my Lord?' She felt like crying, even if that would accomplish nothing.

'You know he's much too stubborn for his own good, hun. Not really your fault if he decided to persue,' reminded KW. Mystery agreed.

'I guess...' Chison still wasn't convinsed, but desided not to protest more. If she began to argue with other parts of herself,who knows what could sneak up on the girl's unguarded physicalbody?

Clouds passed her feild of vision through the narrow slit between buildings, the midday sun casting the shadows now welcoming her. She couldn't wait till night, when all was dark and peaceful. That meant watching, not thinking and disagreeing with the voices. Day was too much for her, even after all these years...

The shadow of shadows bowed her head, sliding into a kneeling possition against the wall. No one could find her unless searching intently or with well trained eyes, and that's the way she wanted it to be.

Sakura sighed to herself as she stalked down the street, slightly upset. It was her day off and she'd desided to go shopping, but everything was just too expensive! And the 'in' clothes now'a days. Really! You couldn't even move in those pinching, tight contraptions brought from the bottom of the Seventh Hell!

'Damn sale...' It hadn't been a sale, really, since everything was only a few yen cheeper, and still all the middle aged woman had fought over every little thing! And then that Ino-pig had taken the only dress she'd liked...

Inner-Sakura mentally berated her outside self for calling her best friend something so childish. Over the year's they'd both stopped worshipping Sasuke, though Ino was still attracted to the flower-named girl's old teammate and friend. 'Stupid Ino...'

The scowling woman's stomsch growled hungrily and she blushed, earning the giggling attention of teenage shoppers and some older folks around her. When was the last time she'd eaten? 'Let's see... The B-rankmission yesturday took too much time, and today I woke up in a hurry, so about...32 hours!'

Sakura redirected her path from homebound to the teriaki resturant a few blocks away, desiding to take a short cut as she did so. This 'short cut' involved many back alley ways and serveral riskymidair jumps, but it should be nothing to a shinobi of her level.

As she jumped over a gap between buildings, a loose tile shattered into pieces, causing the Hokage's secretary to fall. Managing an "Itai!" before plumedging into the shadowed alleyway, something soft broke her fall. Mummering something about fixing rooves and better repairs, the woman leaned up shakily, trying to dislodge the deprise in her short hair.

"Why the hell did I have to fall at a time like this?" the pink-haired one muttered, Inner-Sakura surfacing for once. Over the years, she'd become more outspoken and definately more violent, but she still had a side to herself that commented on everything.

The flower-named girl checked herself for internal and external injuries; and finding nothing but the expected bruises and a few cuts, wondered what had broken her fall. The answer was now healing her minor pains with a touch of leather-gloved hands.

Jumping off the soft, warm figure that had taken the brunt of her fall, Sakura's shout of 'Pervert' died in her throught.

In some places, Chison's clothes were stained darker with a sticky liquid, one arm wrapped protectively around her stomach (likely from pain) and the other laying on her side, resently shoved away. The girl's bangs stuck to a pale face covered in sweat, normally-white skin slightly flushed, as Naruto's shadow smiled slightly at her. Atleast Sakura thought was a smile, from the crease of the girl's mask to the crinkle of her (thankfully crystaline) eyes.

She hadn't been around the girl much, but Sakura knew her Lord's shadow had never seemed in this much pain, and the injuries she knew were hidden from veiw under layers of dark clothe (thanks to Tsunade-sama's training) weren't from her resent fall. They were old, and maybe had just reopened, and definately serious.

But the girl just continued to smile and hold her stomach, not even wincing in pain, choosing to ignore the other female's obvious worry. "Are you alright?" came the shaky question. It obviously hurt the girl to breathe.

The female ninja furrowed her brow, definately disapproving of the laying girl's condition.

"I'm fine." Let's check your wounds. (couldn't bring herself to be so forward) "The question is, are you?"

Blinking twice in surprise, Chison sighed inaudably. "Y-yes." Her voice was shaky, and she couldn't force herself to say more but not from lack of trying. She seemed to hate people worrying about her, or just wasn't that used to it.

((other scenes))
A shadowed figure interupted Iruka midsentence as it jumped through the window after a stray shuriken headed towards Chison. Blinding white chakra surrounded the offending weapon, stopping it mid air. The intruder -a silver-and-black blurr, really- grabbed the razor edge and slammed it into the opposite wall, then turned to the 'victom', silver hair and black clothes similair to her own now clear.

"YUKIME!"

The shout startled ANBU members and Hokage's friends alike from their surprised daze. They all turned to the figure radiating demonotic energy and kneeling shadow of their Lord, tense and ready to face the threat of peace to Konoha. 'Was YUKIME the start of some foreign jutsu?' one thought, and the others seemed to pick up on the idea.

The audience watched as the silver haired man spread his arms, face and body finally visable for all to behold. Long silvery hair brighter than moonlight snow bound in a black leather thong surrounded his pale, effeminine -1- features, closed eyes clovered parcually by long bangs. Silken black clothes hugged his slim form, accenting his body in resorceful ways. Though not masked, and his hands were uncovered, the outfit reminded most of Chison's, and the matiriel it was made of was the same.

And this man was definately a Spirit's Shadow nin; his forhead protector said so. And the necklace dangling from his neck as he jumped reminded some of one they'd seen before. But where?

In Chison's mind, she chanted a mantra that would confuse anyone if they hadn't known her well. 'Why did he have to follow? No, no, I hope bakateme isn't here no I don't please don't be here my Lord please! Too dangerous you shouldn't have followed! Go go run hide don't follow reseal please go back!'

The ANBU tensed as the mysterious presence sent himself flying toward their Lord's new servent, not daring to take action just yet. What if it ewas part of the jutsu?

Chison's eyes widened as she realized just what the silver-haired man was doing and tried to get away, crystaline eyes widening. But it was too late -even as she backed away the girl knew the futility of her efforts. He began to desend, the shadow sighed and succumed to her fate...

...of being glomped by a definately (sexy, some likely thought) odd taiyoukai.

The ANBU facefaulted, Hokage-sama sweatdropping and chuckling softly as the 'threat' gripped the tensed raven headed girl tighter.

Clearing his throught to get the servent's attention, Naruto asked in sligtht amusement, "Quite an effectionate friend you have there. He your mate?"

Mate? She could not have a mate. How could she explain to her new master that the one who'd just jumped through the window, shuriken in hand, was an old friend obsessed with her serving him? Said friend wasn't helping, as he glomped tighter to her, pressing bodies closer together, rubbing his cheek against her hair. "Ano," was the only thing she could think to say.

-1- Yes, this mysterious figure of mine who's name is Kagen looks a little like Inuyasha...but more effinate (and easier word than effeminine, really; and no, I didn't spell that wrong).

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