Warnings: A.U; Yaoi; Incest; ItaSasu; Shota; Non-Con
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Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
AN: I've been busy with some stuff lately, so I barely had time to think about this story. But don't worry, I'm going to finish this fic.
Thanks itachifemsasu for editing ^^
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Kunais were being thrown in the air, their sharp tips aimed with such precision to lynch the enemy. In a split second, some of the ninjas being attacked managed to avoid being hurt by them. The group seemed on the verge of collapsing by exhaustion. Their clothes had become blood-stained rags, and their skin was covered in many scratches and bruises from the battle. Yet, those several marks on their flesh meant nothing if compared to their enemy's almost destroyed army, and one look around could prove that.
Countless bodies lay lifeless on the ground. Almost all of them were their enemy. That was something to be proud of, but at the same time, their heart hurt at the knowledge that some of their friends were also among those corpses.
The battle was nearing its end but was not won yet - for either of them. The remaining ninjas still needed to be defeated. And, to live or to die, the opposite sides engaged with their last forces in the battle to finally decide which side would prevail.
Naruto's eyes shone as he watched, amazed, the movements performed by the ninjas on the screen. Some people at school had mentioned that this movie was really good, so when Saturday came, he gathered his friends to hang out and watch it together. Although he had insisted, Shino, Lee, Chouji and Kankuro declined his invitation saying that they would be busy, he luckily managed to convince Neji, Gaara, Kiba, Shikamaru and Sasuke to come with him. He was fond of groups with lots of people. But to make sure that the day would not be ruined by crazy fangirls throwing themselves at the Uchiha, he didn't dare to invite any girls; the other boys seemed to think the same about this matter, so they all were okay with the idea of this 'only boys allowed' reunion.
He was glad that at least sometimes, such as today, Sasuke wouldn't be such a pain in the ass and instead of closing himself up in his shell, like he always did, he made some interaction with other human beings.
Naruto knew that unlike himself, Sasuke was reserved and faced those social situations as just an annoyance. And even though he wanted Sasuke to open up more and enjoy those moments when they all were together too as much as he did, the other boy was always set on destroying his every attempt.
Naruto didn't know how the Uchiha managed that feat of not being bothered by the prospect of solitude. He, on the other hand, couldn't even imagine how his life would be like if he had no one to talk with. The memories of his childhood when the other kids avoided his presence and bullied him for no reason besides his 'whiskas'—the nickname they often called him—were still fresh in his mind, but not haunting him like they used to.
Though, when you are young, you can be very cruel with your lack of tolerance while handling situations in which you have to face such differences. Especially kids. Unbeknownst to them that with their great sincerity they can be the cruellest ones because they haven't learned yet the unspoken rule of social interactions that one shouldn't always say whatever comes into their mind.
And that was how they acted towards Naruto.
A couple of times, he had even been taken to a dermatologist by his grandmother because of his complaints. But then, came a time when he had overcome it all. The marks were still there, but he felt they made him special somehow, and he could even say he felt a little proud of them. After all, he had never heard of anyone who had the same marks. He liked the thought of being original.
The movie continued, and the scenes changed. Naruto rolled his eyes at the lovestruck way two girls talked about one of the main characters - one of the ninjas who had escaped alive from the battle, though with severe injuries.
His peripheral vision caught a movement to his right. He gave a discreet glance at Sasuke sitting beside him. The Uchiha looked bored as hell, sitting somewhat slouched with the chin resting on his palm and an expression that showed he was not even aware of what was happening around him.
The blond frowned wondering what had been bothering his friend lately. He pretended he didn't see it couldn't stop himself from worrying. Today, Sasuke was deep in thought and more silent than ever. He thought the boy would cheer up a bit, but obviously, that was not happening. His body was there with them, but his mind was somewhere else.
What made Naruto's task of finding out what was happening more difficult, was that Sasuke rarely talked about himself or his family. In the few times it had happened, Naruto thought it was just his imagination, but he felt a hint of resentment behind his scarce words.
He wondered if that was the cause of Sasuke's closed behaviour. Or maybe, that was just his nature.
Yes, perhaps Sasuke was an asshole by nature.
Naruto laughed a bit and received a look from Shikamaru, who was seated at his left. The blond looked back at him, noticing now that he had been so absorbed in his mind that he had lost part of the story.
'Crap!'
He heard someone snickering from one of the seats behind them and he turned to look at the person. There was a creepy man there. The moment their eyes met, the guy's mouth turned into a grin. His blue hair and sharp teeth made him resemble a shark. Naruto felt a little uneasy just by looking at that vicious grin. Quickly, he turned his face to the screen, trying to ignore that weird sensation that had settled in his gut. And just then, he heard the man snicker again.
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"I want to be a ninja just like that guy!" Naruto beamed as they left the movie theatre trying to imitate a series of fight movements he had seen and accidentally almost punching Kiba in the face.
"Hey! You idiot!" Kiba exclaimed.
"Good luck trying then, Naruto," Gaara said smirking and receiving a pointed glare from the blond.
Sasuke watched the boys, but for him, they seemed too far away. Or better saying, he was the one far away from them. The encounter he'd had with Kakashi, time and again, becoming the main focus in his mind.
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"So, what do you want to talk about?" The grey-haired man asked.
"Obito Uchiha," came the answer without the least bit of hesitation. Sasuke was trying to catch anything that could help him, anything the other might let slip. However, he didn't get too much to analyze, once half of the other's face was covered. But Kakashi's taken aback posture and the sudden silence meant something. It could have lasted for only two or three seconds, yet, it just made the younger more eager for an answer.
"And what do you want to know?"
"You're friends with him, aren't you?"
Kakashi nodded, and Sasuke could say the other male was getting suspicious by the second. Before anything, he needed an explanation, so he decided not to beat around the bush. "How did he get those scars in his face?"
The man had already seen that coming but didn't expect Sasuke would ask that so fast. The defensive reply left his mouth almost automatically, "That's a personal matter, Sasuke. It does not concern you."
"So, you really know," he stated.
"Yes, I know," Kakashi sighed. "but that doesn't mean I will tell you."
"Why not?" Sasuke pressed.
"As I've already said, it's a personal matter. Obito doesn't like having details about his life being exposed without his consent, plus, neither do I have the right to do so," Kakashi stood up, putting an end to that barely initiated conversation. "Well, if that's all that you've called me here for, I need to get going."
He smiled and turned to leave, but as he did so Sasuke grasped his arm, deciding not to let him go just yet.
"He's part of my family, I have all the rights to know!" All that apprehension from the older partially confirming what Sasuke was fearing, though, he would not give up. His hold on Kakashi's arm tightened. Hinting that he already knew the story, he asked, "It was my father, right?"
The man kept staring at him, trying not to let his surprise show on his face, after all, that might only be a bluff to induce him to open up. If Sasuke really knew what had happened, then what was the point of asking that same thing from someone else?
"I just need confirmation," explained the boy, as if guessing what was going on within Kakashi's head. "Itachi told me but... he won't explain everything. And now I know you are the only one who can tell me about this." He opted for saying half-truths and watched a bit proud with himself Kakashi's resolve begin to crack.
"Sasuke..."
"This is very important to me."
The older kept quiet for a long moment looking at the determination and, if not, a hint of despair in Sasuke's eyes without uttering a sound, pondering whether he should tell what the boy had inquired.
In the end, after what seemed an eternity, Kakashi gave a defeated sigh and put a hand over his head. "Okay."
The Uchiha nodded once and sat down again.
"But first answer me this, why exactly are you out of a sudden so interested in this matter?"
"Because I just got knowing, and I want to know whether my father is indeed involved or not in all this."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow at that. Although that might be a valid reason, somehow, that just didn't seem to be the case, but he decided not to comment on that. He leaned forward in his seat with his arms resting on the table, choosing where he would start. Eventually, he opted for what seemed the easiest way for him.
"Well," he began, "do you know your father is homophobic?"
Sasuke shook his head somewhat feeling like an idiot. A bitter realization dawned on him. He barely knew the people whom he should be close to. But he should have noticed that sooner, right at the moment when he needed the help of a third party to get information about his own family. For the time being, he pushed that aside and focused on Kakashi.
The grey-haired man continued, telling everything Sasuke needed to know of the terrible misunderstanding occurred ten years before. He told about how Obito went into a gay bar to fetch a college friend and had stumbled on an acquaintance of Fugaku. And how three nights later, Obito had been found almost dead, and the other guy, though, didn't have the same luck.
"This doesn't make sense," said Sasuke.
"What?"
"Everything."
Surreal. That was the word the boy would use to describe the whole explanation Kakashi had given him. The reaction when he heard that story for the first time was totally different than this one, for he had hopes that it might be a lie, but now...
The man sighed, it pained him to recall those memories. "At first, Obito struggled against this hypothesis too. But in this case, it is not difficult to put two and two together, Sasuke."
"Has he ever reported this?"
"Yes, but your father is a very influential man, and Obito's words alone wouldn't prove anything."
"But then, this suspicion against him is nothing more than an assumption."
Kakashi gazed at the boy before him noticing all the frustration radiating off of him. "Yes. But this can not be just a coincidence."
Sasuke shook his head again. "And what about my father being friends with a gay man. Isn't he supposed to hate them?"
"That man is a business acquaintance," explained. "Your father may be homophobic, but money is still his priority."
The raven-haired boy could feel the incoming headache and he pinched the bridge of his nose as if to shun it away.
"Wha—" He was interrupted by Kakashi's cell phone ringing. The man answered and held up a hand for him to wait.
"It's already done," he spoke. "Okay. I'm on my way." He hung up and turned his attention to Sasuke. "What was that you wanted to say?"
"Nevermind. It was not important."
Kakashi eyed him cautiously, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, just... letting the information sink in," Sasuke said making his best not to appear troubled on the outside, although his mind was racing.
He felt hopeless.