Tittle: Spirit Child of Demon Eyes
Author: Kuroten
Anime: Naruto
Couples: Narusasu / Kakairu / Saku?
Warnings: Shounen ai, Future AUish and OC ((Bad Spelling for some things))
Genres: Action / Drama & Angst / but also Humor and slight Romance (pairings)
Summary: Naruto's the Hokage, and finds he's not the only demon child via a 'gift' from a newly known Hidden Village. Now that Chison is here, what interesting things will her presence bring? And why did Matae leave her?
A/N: A thank you to all those who have reveiwed me. The answers to your questions/comments will be at the end. Also, I must note that I need an editor. Or a spell check. -sweatdrop-

Chapter Two: Peaceful Start

Sighing slightly, the pink haired woman checked the seating arrangements again at the request of a Feast planner. Naruto had assigned her to supervise the Feast of Peace's ((cheesy name, I know)) decorating and everything else to do with it. She was happy to help when he offered, knowing full well the importence of this gathering. Spirit's Shadow's representative party, including the quiet girl no one knew much about, would be attending the gathering as well as other embassators from different Hidden Villages. It was important to make a good impression, Sakura knew.

But now, she had to admit, the work was tiring her out. It seemed like every time one of the supervisors had to make an 'important' decision they came to her to decide. Now, she could understand them wanting advise on who to seat next to whom and things as such, but for her to choose between ivory or dove white napkins was just overwhelming!

Almost screaming in frustration but managing not to because of something called self-control, the girl named for spiring flowers clutched her clipboard a little-to-tightly and almost broke it in half. She need stress relief and she needed it now! Inner Sakura was screaming at the Gods to give her a break, while on the outside she apeared to be tensely in thought.

The relief she'd requested tapped her shoulder, and as she spun at her supposed victim, the woman stopped short. It was an anbu messanger, wearing the usual mask across his face. The Hokage, she supposed, had sent him to collect her. Handing the woman a sealed scroll, the anbu vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Breaking the holding, she read the short message in side:

Come to my office immeaditatly! There is something important I need to talk to you about. Also, collect the Ambassator from Spirit's Shadow and his charge on your way. That's an order from your Hokage!

It wasn't signed, but was written in Naruto's suprisingly neat hand.

Grabbing her things, Sakura bid the surprised and stuttering planners goodbye as she rased out of Konoha's top Hall. A thought hit her as she ran in the direction she knew the ambassator lived in; 'Did this have something to do with Sasuke-kun's lastest mission?'

A moment after Sakura stepped onto the ambassator's third-floor apartment's porch the door opened, a shadowed figure motioned silently for her to enter. Moving quietly, the Hokage's secretary complied.

Glancing around, she caught sight of the door's opener almost immediately, even though she knelt silently a few feet away from the main seating area. A young girl, long dark blue haired braided and head bowed in servently respect, was the helper. She was the one most hadn't seen, for all the representative party had been here a few weeks, and about almost nothing was known-not even her name.

Someone clearing their throught awoke Sakura from her thoughts. Looking away from the kneeling figure and to the one who had just entered, she could makeout only the shining dark green hair and darkened silhoette of Ambassator Matae's face in the dim light. Behind him stood Spirit's Shadow's Lady in nothing but a silken night gown and looking extremely annoyed.

"Is there something we can help you with, Haruno-san?" asked the ambassator, polite as always.

The girl named for flowers smiled slightly, glancing at the serving girl one last time. "Yes, there is. My Lord Hokage wishes to see you and your ward imeadiately. He needs to speak with you." She knew it was late, but she was used to urgent summons that turned out to be unopenable ramen lips, nothing important such as this.

The ambassator's eyes flashed as he exchanged a look with his Lady, glancing from Sakura to the girl then back again all in a moment. "This late at night? Are you sure it cannot wait until the morning?" Matae and the Lady just seemed tired, the ward silent and still as stone, as they talked.

"I can assure you it can't," Sakura confirmed with false confidence, hoping to Kami-sama that what she said was true.

She heard the ambassator sigh was he agreed, asking only a few moment's time to get ready if she would wait. Agreeing readily, Sakura glanced at the girl. Poor thing was still kneeling on her bamboo mat, unmoving and unnervingly silent.

As she waited a few more minutes, the Hokage's secretary grew curious. Calling the girl over, she was surprised when the girl was kneeling one moment and right next to her in the time it took for her to blink twice. 'Maybe she was brought as an extra bodyguard,' Sakura thought, staring at the girl kneeling at ther elbow. She'd have to run that idea by Naurto when she could get him alone.

Turning her attention back to the girl, she asked just to see if the girl would obey, "Can you please get me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

For a moment only the girl was gone, then returned just as quickly to Sakura's side with a glass filled to the rim with water. There were no wet spots on the cheap carpet that she could see, meaning this girl was either extremely well trained or just plain lucky.

Taking the glass from the girl, Sakura sipped the water as she waited.

Nursing a bruised head, Naruto smiled to himself as he wrote a report on the meeting. The only thing interesting, really, to take to personal note was the quiet, kneeling figure now following her warden out the double doors to his office. She'd remained statue like. And every time the Hokage tried to talk directly with her, the ambassator assigned to watch the girl always aswered for her. 'Is the girl mute?' he wondered, absently stopping his writing.

He couldn't wait for the Feast of Peace the next evening. Surely some answers to his questions would be brought to light then.

Coal colored eyes stared thoughtfully at the almost-full moon, glass and wood seperating his figure from the chilly night air. The pale light illuiminated exposed pale skin, the white sheet that covered half his form -waiste down- glowing slightly. Twittling absently with a loose cotton strand, he turned dark eyes from the moon to his lap.

In the man's mind, there were many emotions jumbled together; confusion, excitement, fear, but strongest of all overflowing happiness. Tomorrow he and his lover-even in his mind, he blushed-would attend the Feast of Peace and afterparty...together. It would be one of the first times they would go to anything formal as dates, and the dark-eyed one could hardly wait for all he feared what some would think. People knew about them, of course, and excepted the two as a couple, but who wouldn't be scared if the party was full of seemingly-judgmental strangers!

Thinking back all the happy times they'd had, the man sighed happily. Letting dark, unbound hair fall over his upper face, the coal eyed man smiled slightly as he gazed at the beautiful body next to him. How could one not be happy when they're in love?

Almost giggling at the thought, he finally let tiredness taking into the welcome halls of sleep. As he drifted off, Naruto's old teacher Iruka snuggled into the warmth that was his silver haired lover.

Matae smiled in cold satisfaction as the chanta winced involuntarily in pain. He just couldn't hold back the erge to hurt the girl, and was now almost done replacing her healed wounds. Claws dripping with dark red blood, the ambassator licked clean one razor nail before washing and resheathing the rest.

Glancing at the girl again, he noticed the scars covering most of her expossed flesh. He felt envious to the ones who had tried to train the girl before he had been assigned to her, the ones who'd marred most of the girl's flesh but ended up dead for it. 'The fools,' he thought, turning away and leaving the girl to bandage her own wounds.

Entering his small room, the a male shinobi gazed at his reflection in the cloudy mirror. A silken black suit clung to his body slightly, pronouncing his lean, tall form and showing off the fruits of his status as a top Spirit's Shadow shinobi. His dark brown hair shined as always but was tied back, the loose ends framing his face in layers. Matae had to admit, the little chanta had become quite good at making someone look their best, especially him and his Lady. That reminded him...

Walking a short distance down the hall, he knocked on the master bedroom's door. Naratsuna-sama should be gowned and adorned appropriately by now, seeing as the girl was unusually quick about these things. The wooden frame creaked slightly at the force of the door being pulled, making clear just how old it was. His Lady stood on the other side, looking more beautiful then ever before and quite mad nonetheless. She was yelling at the bowing chanta for some reason, her voice too high pitched for him to make out the words.

"What seems to be the problem, my Lady?" the nin asked calmly, standing before the Lady now trembling with rage.

As if seeing him for the first time, she quieted slightly but still seemed outraged. "Thank Kami-san you're here, Matae-kun! That-that," here she pointed at the girl kneeling in submition as usual, "chanta almost soiled my gown with her filthy blood!"

The ambassator turned cold eyes to the girl. "Is this true?" he asked, voice icy. The ambassator advanced slowly on her, intent to hurt her even more than before if she spoke or otherwise offended either of them.

The girl was silent and still for a moment before moving her left arm from her side, offering a vile of dark liquid to him. Taking it casuasly, he pulled the stopper and sniffed. He was a master of poisons and such, and this smelled to him of...

"Mansei," he murmured, amazement unbidden in his mind and voice. The chanta inclinded her head slightly, dark bangs covering her eyes. The Lady stared at them both in puzzlement, anger forgotten for the moment.

Noticing his Lady's confusion, Matae carefully placed the stopper back on so it wouldn't spill and handed the vile back to the kneeling girl with great care. He tried to explain, amazed still, "You have heard of the legend of Spirit's Shadow's creation. Everyone has, my Lady. The flowers that grew from Kaiya-sama's blood were called seiyen, if I remember correctly." When Lady Naratsuna nodded absently, her guard continued, "Those flowers still grow, and are used in the making of mansei. Mansei is the hardest scent to make and purfumers pride themselves if they can make enough for one use, let alone many." As he said this last he stared at the girl, thinking something he didn't want to and pushed it to the back of his mind.

The chanta rose, handed the vile to Matae, and left the room before anyone could stop her. Staring at the small container in his hand, the high ninja had to wonder were she could have found the untra rare flower that few had seen in years.

Naruto sat on the higher platform, staring down at Konoha villagers and representatives from other villages alike, dressed in the Hokage's traditional clothes. Anbu stood around himself and Sakura, said pink haired one reading off names quietly to him as more and more people arrived. The Feast of Peace was to begin shortly, as soon as everyone assembled, and those below socailized as they waited. The kitsune, one the other hand, was bored out of his mind.

Sure, he enjoyed festivals and public occations, but stately dinners where you had to play the game of politics bored him to no end. He could pay attention for only so long, and so far he'd done just fine, but with all these people meeting here at once he was glad of his secretary Sakura there to advise him.

"Iruka and Kakashi," the woman named for flowers whispered to him, knowing if anything 'that' would get his attention. And it did.

Naruto's demeaner perked up noticably as he straightened and sprained blue eyes to catch a glimpse of his two extreachers together. Like most everyone close to them, the Hokage knew Kakashi and Iruka were a couple even if they hadn't told him. He whole heartiedly approved, and said so too. His commentary had made Iruka blush even more than usual.

What he saw made the blonde smile widely. Kakashi had an armful of blushing Iruka, leaning close to his ear and whispering something that made the younger man turn even redder, if it was possible. The dark haired one didn't seem to mind as Kakashi clearly licked his ear, though he did tense slightly as a few around them stared openly.

Turning from the scene, Naruto hid another smile. The next persons to entered caught his attention right away as he finally looked up, having laughed silently to himself for the last few moments. There stood Naratsuna-san, Spirit's Shadow's High Lady, and her guard/companion Ambassator Hoshinaka Matae. In the shadows behind them, hard to make out even for Naruto from where he sat, was the silent third member of the newly known Hidden Village's party.

Watching intently from his perch, he felt the Kyuubi inside him watching as well. Over the years they'd made an uneasy pact that grew stronger and stronger each time they helped each other. Part of Naruto's side intittled him to deal with any demons from the kitsune's past, be it driving the thing away or letting the sealed one talk through him. The Kyuubi lended the Hokage his power when needed and advised the man-child he now semiconsidered his own pup.

There's something I can't place about that girl. Thought I should warn you, human, came the kitsune's voice inside Naruto's mind.

Thanks, the Lord answered sarcasticly, watching the girl even more intently. Yah known, it would be helpful if ya told me what it is.

The sealed demon became slightly annoyed. How can I tell you something I don't understand myself, pup? came the heated response. There was no real anger behind the remark, though, as the Kyuubi tried to puzzle out what was so famlair about the girl.

Naruto didn't have the chance to reply as representatives from the Sand Village, including Gaara, stepped onto the sligthly lower platform at his feet. Hidden Leaf and those of the Sand were under good conditions, having worked as allies in the war that had ended only a year ago. Both were helping each other, knowing that the real enemy would soon appear yet again. Atleast now they had another mysterious-to-all alley who seemed as strong, maybe even stronger, than those of Konoha's -and Naruto & his friends'- past.

Smiling brightly at his now-friends of the Sand, Naruto greeted them enthusiasticly. Even if Sakura lectured him on being perfessional in public, there was no way the ever-hyper blonde could be stiff and calm, acting like the old Sasuke as he saw it. It was good to be expressive with your emotions. It enabled him to hide his true feelings, even if his soulful eyes told those who knew him well enough what they wanted to know.

"Good to see you too, Naruto," Gaara replied to his friend's over-the-top welcome. He was just as unemotional as always on the outside, but the Hokage knew him well enough to tell he meant it.

The blonde's smile widened and he would have jumped up and given his friend a welcome hug if not for his now-bruised-again head and the announcement of the feast's start.

Jumping from his seat, Naruto walked calmly to the head of the table and sat. Everyone followed a few seconds behind him, the guests of honor sitting to his left, Sakura behind him at her own table, and his advisors Kakashi and Iruka to his right. The speciel guests: Spirit's Shadow's representative party, of course.

From the corner of his eye, Naruto noticed a second layer of shadow standing attendence as the other servents did near the back wall behind him. Motioning her over, the Hokage called for an extra chair and eating wear.

As they arrived, he smiled reassuringly, motioning to the new place next to his secretary behind him. "Sit and eat! You're a guest here!"

The girl silently followed his orders, head still bowed even at this time, and started serving Sakura, much to the dismay of a servent who's duty it was to do so. Naruto just sweatdropped, along with a few others, as she did this. The blonde only shrugged and began to eat, knowing full well you could rush the changing of a person.

Kakashi smiled behind his mask as another warm blush blossomed on Iruka's cheeks. His arm was around his lover again and the jounin had just whispered some suggestions he'd gotten from Icha Icha Paradise in the younger man's ear, knowing the dark haired one would glow red. He couldn't help it, really. Iruka was just too cute when he blushed.

Coal eyes stared up at him in veiled shock as a morsle of food was shoved into his mouth. Kakashi force fed his love again, this time a peice of meat. He watched the teacher chew, thinking X-rated thought of what that mouth could do.

A deeper blush rivaling that of ketchup grew on his lovely face as Iruka seemingly picked up the silver haired nin's thoughts. That or the more perverted one had whispered them in his ear yet again. Kakashi really couldn't remember.

Sensing a pair of eyes on them he didn't know, Kakashi looked up from the beautiful face of his lover only to see nothing but deep sapphire hair and pale skin covered mostly by black. The eyes, hidden by bangs though they were, glowed slightly in his shiringa's vision. Those eyes seemed to overwelmb his vision until the girl turned away, serving the pink haired young woman beside her somemore tea.

Deep in thought, he didn't notice as Iruka removed part of his mask for a moment and force a fork full of food into his mouth. Gagging slighting, he blinked at the innocently smiling face of the younger man beside him. The mischeif gleaming in Iruka's coal eyes gave him away; Kakashi knew his lover better than anyone.

Staring eyes temporarily forgotten, the high level shinobi planned revenge on the darker one for a few moments. Then, grinning wickidly though most couldn't see it, Kakashi leaned closer to Iruka's ear...and licked it. Nibbling on the ear lobe, he made it look to those who might be watching as if he was whispering something important not meant for prying ears.

Taking the chance to glance at Iruka's face as he continued his minstrals, Kakashi was satisfied to know the lovely face he loved so was so red it looked like the teacher was about to explode. He could also sense the tension of his lover's body as the younger man tried to bite back the moans.

Smirking in satisfaction, he stopped the torment, earning himself a low wimper. Not wanting to go all out in public, Kakashi promised his lover satisfaction that night.

Iruka smiled at him again, a light blush making him look almost erisistable. But the jounin prided himself in his self control and patience, and wondered when his pants had gotten so damn tight.

After the Feast and partying -which he didn't get to go to, even though he'd comlained almost nonstop- Naruto started seeing representatives and ambassators of different villages personally in his office. Now it was time for the final private meeting, Sakura standing beside him, taking notes as always. The anbu stood on alert, his advisors Kakashi and Iruka long gone to 'tend to personal needs' which the blonde had a few ideas was. All of them he had gotten from Icha Icha Paradise novels the silver headed jounin had lent him much to the displeassure of Sakura, who had to hear about them seeing as Sasuke still wasn't back. They usually shared the novels and other books of that sort in private, a time that Naruto charished.

Hokage-sama awoke from his thoughts as Ambassator Matae and Lady Naratsuna entered, the unnamed girl following like a shadow. They all bowed, the dark haired girl taking the place she had the night before in the far corner, blending into shadows. The anbu tensed slightly as she did such, watching her more intently than they did the others.

Rising from his bow, the brown haried man stated formally, "We wished to address to you in private, Hokage-sama, about the gift of peace promised." Pausing for a moment, he seemed to be building the antisipation. It worked. "Step forward, chanta." There his voice turned cold as the kneeling girl rose and walked steadily to the center of the room.

'Is Chanta her name?' he thought. His wonderings were picked up by the Kyuubi who answered, No. Naruto didn't have time to question the trapped spirit as Matae continued.

"She is the gift," he stated simply, choosing to explain in the still silence the followed the announcement. "She has been a servent among the High Lord's family for generations, and it is time she saw more than just our grounds which she knows so well. She has been trained to cover all needs," here he implied nothing, "and will do anything commanded, if you haven't noticed." Bowing slightly, long bangs covered forest eyes. "She is under your care," he stated, voice lower and filled with what sounded like regret.

With that last comment, both ambassator and Lady dissapeared without warning, leaving only the girl now kneeling before Konoha's Lord in their wake.

Sighing silently, Naruto sat on his couch in nothing but his sleeping boxers, glancing at his new shadow every few seconds. Everywhere he went, she was there. If he tried to loose her or sent anbu to watch her, she always slipped away somehow and was there when he checked. It was kinda freaky, having a stalking shadow you knew nothing about. She hadn't spoken, raised her head, or done anything for that matter that he knew of. Heck, he didn't even know her name!

Three..Two..One..Glance.

Still there. Still masked and waiting.

Three..Two..One..Glance.

Kneeling , silent, still and waiting.

Three..Two..One..Glance.

"I'm thirst." Just to see what she does.

..Two..One..Glance.

Not there. Beside him. Holding a full-to-the-rim glass of crystal water, eyes closed and back kneeling in the blink of an eye.

What the heck was with this girl!

She has been trained to cover all needs and will do anything you command, rang in his head as he stared at the second layer of shadows next to the hall's door.

'Anything I command, huh? We'll see about that,' the Hokage thought as he called the girl over. ((No, he will not try and seduce her or anything. He likes Sasuke, remember!(Sorry for the interuption. Please continue reading.)))

"Sit." He pointed to the seat across from him.

She sat.

"Head up," Naruto commanded.

Tilting her head back slightly, dark bangs covering most of her upper face, he noticed her eyes were still closed.

"Open your eyes." Here she hesitated, until he commanded again, more feircely, "Open them!"

Amber met soul blue, and the blonde felt as if his soul had been exposed as he stared into the peircing gaze. Those demonic eyes glowed slightly, even though the room was well lit and sunlight shone through tightly shut blinds.

The kitsune awoke from his transe only as those feirce beams closed, dark blue hair blocking the now-shut eyes from the world. Tense in her seat, the girl seemed to be waiting for something, a punishment of some kind.

Ask her, said the fox spirit inside him.

About what? What she is? Naruto inquired, uncertain how to continue what he'd started. He'd never seen eyes such as hers before, even on his training journeys that had finally brought Sasuke back home.

That would do as a start, replied the seiled one. He seemed to remember the girl from somewhere, but his 'pup' couldn't brake into the aged demon's thoughts.

"Who-what are you?" ask the Hokage, leaning foward in his chair with interest. All he reseaved was a blank, confused stare of different colored eyes. It seem they'd changed from amber to cystaline under her will, an amazing ability some had.

"Start with your name?" he asked, a little uncertain.

The girl just nodded and answered in a cracked-with-little-use, quiet but carrying voice, "I am called...Chison."

Before Naruto could inquire anymore questions or the now-named girl -Chison- could continued, the door behind the blond burst open. In stumbled the Hokage's interest, black hair unkept and clearly in pain, slumping to the floor after giving his Lord a small smile of seeming reasurence.

Owari Chapter Two: Peaceful Start

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Spirit Child of Demon Eyes. Sorry it's late, readers. I won't bore you with excuses, only say I'm not very good at writing fluff. Took me a lotta tries, let me tell you! Also, below are the credits to those blessed people who reveiwed, so if ya did, look for your name and answer.

Rik V: I would! Did I mention I am quite crazy and only turn sane on the full moon? No? Now ya know! And sorry for being late to update...I'll try to aleast once on Sunday or Wendsday, whichever day I finish it. As for the spelling, please tell me if this chapter's was better. '

ILLK: Thank you for complementing my fanfic so! I'm glad you enjoyed the begining. Hopefully I don't turn this into more than a 10 chapter fic, since it would take too long, with my late-updating habit. Spelling was better in this chapter, I hope.

Lady Geuna: Did you enjoy the KakaIru/IruKaka(?) scenes? I'll be adding more in later chapters, which I hopefully won't mess up. Fluff is not my forte.

Eyes0nme19: Like your name, and I'm glad you find my humble story interesting. Keep it up? OK!

Turtledonkey27: Glad your interested, and stay tuned for more.

See you...well...A/N you in the next chapter,

Kuroten