Arc: (ish very happy) I got at least one review! I am so happy! Yay! Draven lets have a party!(runs off to find Sake)

Draven: Hmm… Okay then. Today was another long day I'm guessing. (winces as bottles crash to the floor) She doesn't own Naruto. Would love to own Naruto in the future but at the current time is plum broke. (scoots away warily at angry yells at the overfull fridge)

Arc: (comes back with a Sake bottle covered in egg and ketchup) I found it. (collapses) (looks up) I found a Beta too! A million Kudos to Shii-Chan!

Summary: Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it… Sasuke meets Naruto and finds him to be an alluring enigma with a dark past… Definite AU. Sasu/Naru.

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Isonhin Chou Fugen

Those who cannot remember the past,

are condemned to repeat it…

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Chapter Two

True Intentions

He bowed low on one knee, appearing to be every bit the humble servant he was portraying, but unable to resist smirking. He had finally rid himself of his unbearable kin, and his way to becoming top dog was certain. Or should he say top fox? Letting his mind wander, he barely heard the announcement that his "master" had arrived and now would take his report.

"I have in my hand, master, what you seek. The blood of my kin, potent, and as untouched as it had been in it's vessel," he would allow this foolish mortal to believe he had power. In his hand was a fragile glass flask that protected the properties of the blood within, it's making having taken 3 years of hard work across the seas where it was only possible to be made, it's rarity immense and incomparable to anything else of its kind, all right underneath the enemies noses.

It was simple, and it held no beauty to it, but under the melted sand laid incantations of deep magic, keeping the power of the blood inside safe from the land beneath his feet.

Blinking he looked up from his musings to find his "master" looking slightly peeved. Tilting his head to the side he smiled innocently.

"I'm sorry my lord I was just thinking on how powerful you shall be when you finally defeat the Ninjas across the sea," He handed the crimson vessel to the lord and pulled away from the makeshift throne. The long pointed nails brought a painful cry from the glass as his lord clutched it close; not daring to let it leave him now that he knew it was real. It was his only key to being a power to be frightened of, like he had been in his old lands before he had been forced to leave or risk his own life.

"Very well answered my servant. Now that you have proved your worth I shall give you your name to answer to, and from now on your alliance is with me, and I will give you the country of dancing leaves as you requested when we first met. You shall be called Kuro, your heart, mind, and intentions black as the darkest night. Now leave, I will call upon you when I find the need." So Kuro was dismissed, chuckling in delight as he left the room, his mind now calculating his plans once more.

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Sasuke knitted his fingers together and rested his elbows on his knees, his chin on his hands, and watched the area. The act of sentry, before just a tradition in foreign countries, was now a necessity in caution of another attack. Two other men were up on the roof with him, keeping sentry duty; they kept glancing nervously up at him. It was quickly becoming annoying.

Kakashi hadn't come to tell him news of the boy yet, and for some reason he felt worry knotting up his stomach. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and with the two men once again looking at him out of the corner of their eyes, he felt his temper become a thin wire. Looking away he thought of the way he had found the blond.

Sasuke had felt a protective urge come over him, and again the little voice in the back of his head kept nagging, nibbling on that first glimpse. The blond had reminded him of something long ago. A small cat he had found, mauled by its elder brethren. That was the one memory that he blamed his actions on. He knew that the boy could have been, on deaths step. Although, years ago, he hadn't even thought that cat could have been dead; it had never crossed his mind that something could die when he was young.

When he had brought the kitten home, his parents hadn't been at the estate; only his aunts and uncles had been around. Then his brother had found him. Itachi had helped him care for the kitten, keeping it alive and then keeping it strong. He had named it Lucky and cared for it every day. After his brother had helped him, he had thought that he could do no wrong. Never.

Okami, how anyone ever be that naïve?

He looked over at the other watchmen and found that both men were looking straight at him, terror and wonder etched into their faces. Glaring pointedly at them, he opened his mouth to tell them to mind their own business when one of the men raised his hand and pointed beyond Sasuke. Turning his head for a split second he raised a questioning eyebrow. There was the blond boy, his face still pale, and his body still filthy, staring off into the distance over the city.

How can he be up? A mere two hours ago, he was on death's doorstep.

Shaking himself free of his thoughts, Sasuke stood and walked over cautiously to the blond. The poor lighting left his face in shadows, and Sasuke couldn't be sure if the boy was even awake. His eyes looked dead; a sky blue that was dulled in pain and confusion, and for some reason, Sasuke felt the urge to wrap him in his arms and keep him safe.

Slowly, so as to not frighten him, Sasuke reached up and touched softly his shoulder; the skin was cold and trembling. Turning his head sharply, blue eyes widened at seeing him, fear clouding them he pulled away quickly, his bare feet drawing away toward the edge of the building, his lips silently moved with words he couldn't seem to say.

Has he lost his mind? What is he so afraid of?

But it seemed his questions would go unanswered, when the blue eyes that spoke of nothing but fear closed and the shaking boy collapsed into a heap on the ground. Cautiously, Sasuke knelt next to the blonde and kneeled; careful not to bother the bandages that Sakura had used to cover the wounds, he picked up the lithe body. Noting the unnatural lightness, he walked through the door that led into the heart of the building below and left the stunned sentry's behind on the roof.

If anyone had asked those two men what they had seen, they would have told that person that they had seen a certain black aura that had always surrounded that Uchiha lift for just a moment, and that a smile had touched his face.

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It felt so wonderful to just lie there and enjoy the steady hum of someone's voice. It was a guy from what he could tell, not a bard or very talented in the way of singing, but it was pleasant. It reminded him of his dreams, of his mother and her singing lullabies. A hand clasped his own and gently rubbed the back of it in soothing, unconscious circles. Gripping the hand he opened his eyes slowly, squinting in the bright light of an old bulb above his head.

Turning his head slowly, for the light had brought upon a headache, he saw a young man, the same age as him or a little older. His black bangs were long and arched up over a headband holding an interesting variation to the common spiral. Following the bangs path, he found himself looking into deep black eyes that seemed to be like a deep pool, inescapable and full of the unknown.

"Can you speak?" The young man asked bluntly, and he had to shake himself as he tried to say his name, but was unkindly remembered of his incapability to say anything.

Damn it! I'm Naruto. N-A-R-U-T-O!

Naruto knew his face was contorting as he tried to scream his name or anything, but nothing would come out. Wincing as he tried to sit up, a firm hand on his shoulder kept him pressed against the bed.

"Don't move," The teen growled into his ear, "Sakura will have my head if you make those stitches come out again." Naruto blinked and nodded slowly.

Again? He searched his mind, and he remembered seeing the blood red eyes of his brother. He's still alive, and he almost killed me. Running his hands over the stitches, Naruto felt his gut clench at the light touches his hand was making to the wounded flesh.

"I'm Uchiha, Sasuke if it matters." He walked over to Naruto, handing him a scroll and a pen. The pen was normal, but who wrote on scrolls? Shrugging it off, he wrote on the paper his name, and a question of where he was. Taking back the scroll, Sasuke smirked at the question, his eyes looking over at the puzzled face of the blonde.

"You're safe. Now get some sleep, we'll be leaving soon." Sasuke disappeared through a door, and Naruto warily looked around the room before daring to close his eyes and let his body relax, and his mind wander.

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Sasuke watched the other ninja's hurry about the place, gathering anything that they didn't want to, or couldn't leave behind. Naruto silently huffed at his shoulder, wearing a jacket he had borrowed from Sasuke's meek wardrobe, and a pair of sweats off Kiba. Sasuke smirked at the tired face the boy was showing, wondering if he should yet again insist that he rest before they left. He shouldn't have been able to stand, but after a close inspection from a skeptical Sakura, she found that the skin around his gouges had begun to knit itself together, healing at an exponential rate that wasn't humanly possible.

Kakashi guided things around them with increasing enthusiasm, rushing to be at the cliffs on the northern side of the city, to meet the boat. Sasuke hefted his bag on his shoulder and started walking. Turning to see Naruto, whose eyes were staring dully off into space, seeing nothing but what was in his mind. He chuckled at the wandering look the boy had around him constantly, and walked back to the blonde. Smirking he snapped his fingers right in front of the other's eyes, getting an indignant glare that he surely deserved.

Beckoning him forward, he promised mentally that he would get the kid a bath, mud still covered him, and the brightest thing on his face were his eyes, everything else covered in a thin layer of dried mud. Keeping a steady pace, he nodded to Kakashi and disappeared out the door, knowing Naruto was coming in tow.

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Iruka wringed his hands, the dark night hiding any trace of the worrisome habit, he and the rest of the crew searched the night for anyone upon the shore. The stars and moon were hidden behind thick storm clouds and the brunette hoped the rain would hold out a little while longer. Docking slowly, he rushed to help set out the ramp. Hearing a high whistle, he froze. If no one replied they were to leave immediately, then from the shore came a high-pitched whistle in reply, sounding like a call of a songbird.

He let loose the breath he hadn't known he had been holding, relaxing previously tensed muscles. Quickly, silent in passing, ninja's in dark clothing ran across the boards that led to the ship, disappearing into the hull. A slow blond caught his sight for a moment, made him give question for a split second before a soft hand gently touched his shoulder. Turning, he looked into the blue eye he had been missing.

Kakashi looked worn, but whole and he was happy. The silver haired man stole a chaste kiss before leading Iruka away, speaking to him quietly. None noticed a silent shadow stealing into the depths of the ship before they left, leaving naught a whisper in its wake.

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Arc: WHEEEEEEEE! I'm so proud. Here's my second chappie to Isonhin Chou Fugen, which I just realized that I haven't told the translation for my title yet. I think I will next chapter though.

Draven: I don't think they care as much as you think they do.

Arc: They must care. I'll be so, so, so SAD! (sobs)

Draven: (sweats) Umm… Read and review please.

Arc: (bows to Shii-chan) Thousand apologies and a million kudos to Shii-chan for putting up with me these last two days. I've had problems with my computer and it just only now fixed itself and the entire time I worried over it, bugging Shii-chan all the way. Arigatou Gozaimus.