Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me, just this fiction. It is enough.
Naruto/Sasuke Kakashi/Iruka pairing
Yaoi
Rated: R
By: Sunstrike
Chapter Five Absorbing The Demon
The moons silver rays echoed off of fluttering curtains, making them look like soft mist. They travelled along the autumn breeze into a room that was almost bare except for a lone figure seated on a chair. The grey colour was tinted in jet-black hair and painted into hard black eyes that were deep in thought. Soft skin over hard muscle shuddered slightly as the body shifted, the only sign of troubled feelings. Even though he was half naked and in direct line with the cool breeze the person took no knowledge of the outside or the dark room. He was trying to understand the deep puzzles that had formed inside his mind.
Sasuke sat and pondered, facing the back of the chair, hunched over and watching his illuminated hands grip each other. Today had been too easy, he decided, just like every other day now. The mission with Sakura had been a joke, sent to garner knowledge about a possible battle, which had only been a simple land dispute between two disgruntled owners. Not only that, but the only person who seemed to make his life interesting, and who's mouth would have made a welcome relief to the bickering of farmers, had left for a month. His fingers gripped harder as he realized how stagnant his life had become after the excitement of his early years as a genin. He needed motivation, he needed a challenge, he needed-, his thoughts ran on like this, tumbling over each other as he tried to reconcile with what was wrong.
He wondered, vaguely, why Naruto had left in the first place. Maybe the blond had begun to feel the same way and that some time alone would bring up some much needed respite from boredom. His head lowered a bit, or it could be because I was a dumbass who tried to kill him at various points in his life. A merciless grin crept around his mouth. The beginnings of his fascination with the demon bound young man weren't really obvious on the outside, but inside, it was all consuming.
Seeing him today, hurt and lost looking, had affected the dark haired boy more then he really cared to admit. He was burning with something almost like passion, an emotion buried deep within him long ago.
When Sasuke wasn't thinking about the young man, mulling over old battles and conversations, he was having disturbing dreams, usually involving nudity and sexual romps. His head lowered a bit more and he could feel a slight blush move across his cheeks. He had to admit those had been, interesting, to say the least. He shook his head to clear it. But that was really just ridiculous. Who could honestly store faith in wispy things such as dreams?
Abruptly he got up and started to pace, his bare feet making soft sounds on the wooden floors of his home. The problem was that obsessing over Naruto and his availability was a lot more interesting then training or missions. Being, on the whole, exceedingly distracting. And, in his own way, he had tried to tell Naruto that. He hadn't really meant for the other boy to take it into his head to leave. Sasuke was just looking for an outlet, a way for both of them to come to an agreement over how this problem should be solved. Now, even the chance of an outlet was gone, and he felt ready to burst. If anything, Naruto going away had made matters worse.
He failed to see why the boy had felt the need to run away from what Sasuke felt had been a direct and honest approach. And then he sat back down. Of course he would run away, he doesn't rationalize like I do, he softly chided himself. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Bad enough with the obsession, but now I'm trying to view him like a reflection of myself! How the hell am I going to deal with this in a logical way when the being that is the problem doesn't have a logical thought in his head?
The direct route had seemed to scare Naruto shitless, and the obscure, just hurt his feelings. Sasuke grit his teeth, he was going to have to do something! He just couldn't think and say what he wanted! It was so frustrating and boring! He paused and looked up in horror. Could this have been what Itachi-? No, no, he couldn't think about that. Thinking like that brought rage and fear, which left the analytical part of Sasuke far behind. Yet, he couldn't help but throw a sympathetic thought towards the locked part of his mind where his normal older brother still lived.
He sighed and got up again. It was time for sleep, and dreams. He would just have to figure out what he was going to do in the morning, although he knew nothing would come, there was always the hope that Naruto would show up on his front step, say he understood everything, and either fight with him or have passionate sex.
There was always hope.
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Naruto sat hugging the toilet. He had managed to hold on all through dinner, keeping smiles on while Iruka frantically tried to come up with some excuse for Kakashi as to why the boy had said something so cryptic. But as soon as the two men had left the house, and much to the boy's chagrin, in opposite directions, Naruto had to make a mad dash for the bathroom before he had to clean up something else that day.
He swore he could hear laughing in the back of his mind as he lost his entire stomach contents, again. Slowly, he got up from his position on the floor and went to brush his teeth. He felt completely wasted, and it didn't help that he wasn't going to go to sleep either. Sleep meant helplessness, which meant that Kyubi would be waiting. If he weren't so tired he would have punched a wall. What was he going to do? Truthfully he could think of only one person who was constantly warring with his demon and might have some helpful advice, but the thought of contacting him made Naruto shudder.
Truthfully every once in a while the blond boy was surprised to find a letter in his post box from the illusive Gaara, usually telling him how hard it was not to still kill people who annoyed or challenged him. Naruto didn't really want to be at the receiving end of one of the guy's conflicts in emotion. Besides, Gaara was as elusive as the sand that he powered. The red head could be anywhere.
Contemplating how he would get in touch he slowly walked his way to the door and out of the house. If he couldn't sleep he would train, that's all there was to it. The way to contact Gaara would come; maybe a mission to desert country would call the obscure and slightly evil young man to his side.
Naruto stopped in his tracks, halfway down the path that would lead him to his favourite spot. Or he could just leave, meaning he would have to run again. He wondered if he really could escape everything and hitch a ride to the cities of sand. It was, in reality, the only way to nip this in the bud before anyone found out. All he'd have to do is not get caught, seriously, how bad would his punishment be? Would they truly kill him for going on a road trip? Damn right they would, he shook his head and laughed. Of all the stupid thoughts Naruto had ever had, that was the worst. I'm not risking my neck over something that might just solve itself in time.
All he'd have to do is survive until his body took the demon over. After all, the only thing it had done was caused his hunger to go away.
Right?
Chapter Five Absorbing The Demon
The moons silver rays echoed off of fluttering curtains, making them look like soft mist. They travelled along the autumn breeze into a room that was almost bare except for a lone figure seated on a chair. The grey colour was tinted in jet-black hair and painted into hard black eyes that were deep in thought. Soft skin over hard muscle shuddered slightly as the body shifted, the only sign of troubled feelings. Even though he was half naked and in direct line with the cool breeze the person took no knowledge of the outside or the dark room. He was trying to understand the deep puzzles that had formed inside his mind.
Sasuke sat and pondered, facing the back of the chair, hunched over and watching his illuminated hands grip each other. Today had been too easy, he decided, just like every other day now. The mission with Sakura had been a joke, sent to garner knowledge about a possible battle, which had only been a simple land dispute between two disgruntled owners. Not only that, but the only person who seemed to make his life interesting, and who's mouth would have made a welcome relief to the bickering of farmers, had left for a month. His fingers gripped harder as he realized how stagnant his life had become after the excitement of his early years as a genin. He needed motivation, he needed a challenge, he needed-, his thoughts ran on like this, tumbling over each other as he tried to reconcile with what was wrong.
He wondered, vaguely, why Naruto had left in the first place. Maybe the blond had begun to feel the same way and that some time alone would bring up some much needed respite from boredom. His head lowered a bit, or it could be because I was a dumbass who tried to kill him at various points in his life. A merciless grin crept around his mouth. The beginnings of his fascination with the demon bound young man weren't really obvious on the outside, but inside, it was all consuming.
Seeing him today, hurt and lost looking, had affected the dark haired boy more then he really cared to admit. He was burning with something almost like passion, an emotion buried deep within him long ago.
When Sasuke wasn't thinking about the young man, mulling over old battles and conversations, he was having disturbing dreams, usually involving nudity and sexual romps. His head lowered a bit more and he could feel a slight blush move across his cheeks. He had to admit those had been, interesting, to say the least. He shook his head to clear it. But that was really just ridiculous. Who could honestly store faith in wispy things such as dreams?
Abruptly he got up and started to pace, his bare feet making soft sounds on the wooden floors of his home. The problem was that obsessing over Naruto and his availability was a lot more interesting then training or missions. Being, on the whole, exceedingly distracting. And, in his own way, he had tried to tell Naruto that. He hadn't really meant for the other boy to take it into his head to leave. Sasuke was just looking for an outlet, a way for both of them to come to an agreement over how this problem should be solved. Now, even the chance of an outlet was gone, and he felt ready to burst. If anything, Naruto going away had made matters worse.
He failed to see why the boy had felt the need to run away from what Sasuke felt had been a direct and honest approach. And then he sat back down. Of course he would run away, he doesn't rationalize like I do, he softly chided himself. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Bad enough with the obsession, but now I'm trying to view him like a reflection of myself! How the hell am I going to deal with this in a logical way when the being that is the problem doesn't have a logical thought in his head?
The direct route had seemed to scare Naruto shitless, and the obscure, just hurt his feelings. Sasuke grit his teeth, he was going to have to do something! He just couldn't think and say what he wanted! It was so frustrating and boring! He paused and looked up in horror. Could this have been what Itachi-? No, no, he couldn't think about that. Thinking like that brought rage and fear, which left the analytical part of Sasuke far behind. Yet, he couldn't help but throw a sympathetic thought towards the locked part of his mind where his normal older brother still lived.
He sighed and got up again. It was time for sleep, and dreams. He would just have to figure out what he was going to do in the morning, although he knew nothing would come, there was always the hope that Naruto would show up on his front step, say he understood everything, and either fight with him or have passionate sex.
There was always hope.
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Naruto sat hugging the toilet. He had managed to hold on all through dinner, keeping smiles on while Iruka frantically tried to come up with some excuse for Kakashi as to why the boy had said something so cryptic. But as soon as the two men had left the house, and much to the boy's chagrin, in opposite directions, Naruto had to make a mad dash for the bathroom before he had to clean up something else that day.
He swore he could hear laughing in the back of his mind as he lost his entire stomach contents, again. Slowly, he got up from his position on the floor and went to brush his teeth. He felt completely wasted, and it didn't help that he wasn't going to go to sleep either. Sleep meant helplessness, which meant that Kyubi would be waiting. If he weren't so tired he would have punched a wall. What was he going to do? Truthfully he could think of only one person who was constantly warring with his demon and might have some helpful advice, but the thought of contacting him made Naruto shudder.
Truthfully every once in a while the blond boy was surprised to find a letter in his post box from the illusive Gaara, usually telling him how hard it was not to still kill people who annoyed or challenged him. Naruto didn't really want to be at the receiving end of one of the guy's conflicts in emotion. Besides, Gaara was as elusive as the sand that he powered. The red head could be anywhere.
Contemplating how he would get in touch he slowly walked his way to the door and out of the house. If he couldn't sleep he would train, that's all there was to it. The way to contact Gaara would come; maybe a mission to desert country would call the obscure and slightly evil young man to his side.
Naruto stopped in his tracks, halfway down the path that would lead him to his favourite spot. Or he could just leave, meaning he would have to run again. He wondered if he really could escape everything and hitch a ride to the cities of sand. It was, in reality, the only way to nip this in the bud before anyone found out. All he'd have to do is not get caught, seriously, how bad would his punishment be? Would they truly kill him for going on a road trip? Damn right they would, he shook his head and laughed. Of all the stupid thoughts Naruto had ever had, that was the worst. I'm not risking my neck over something that might just solve itself in time.
All he'd have to do is survive until his body took the demon over. After all, the only thing it had done was caused his hunger to go away.
Right?
