Crucial: The Power of a Propaganda Love
In The Memory of an Exceptional Generation
Chapter 3: rodents and sparrows
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Committee for State Security
EASTERN KONOHA BUREAU'S ARCHIVE
1990.12/06
NAMIKAZE MINATO ARRESTED UNDER AN ORDER OF THE CSS.
Age 31
Married with a child
The original founder of the coal mines in north republic.
Namikaze Minato is accused of espionage and is held responsible for the information leak.
Court sentences Namikaze Minato to execution.
Court orders EKB to continue investigating Namikaze Minato's case. The subject's family and acquaintances are to be constantly monitored during his execution, as well as afterwards.
Namikaze Minato's heritage, any fortune in the ownership of Namikaze Minato or his family is to be confiscated, frozen and annulled.
The official legal successor of the " " in the independent north republic of Konoha is the State.
Uzumaki Naruto, when of age, is to receive legal approval from the Court in order to success any of Namikaze Minato's legacy.
1990.28/08
Court approves to let Uzumaki Kushina keep the apartment formerly belonging to Namikaze Minato in the 12th district of Eastern Konoha.
"See notifications 3.134 for further details."
He absorbs the information on the thin yellowed page of the old document.
This place is dusty as fuck.
He holds back a sudden urge to scratch at his nose, which is currently almost burning from the horrible smell of dust and old papers.
'So Naruto lives in the old family apartment'
He knows for a fact that the blond and the youngest Uchiha live in a close range, practically neighbors.
The documents are strictly confidential, obviously untouched.
His eyes scan over the remaining pages, calculating how much time he actually has to spend on this, and starts going through each case carefully.
Oh, well. It's still essential for the operation to know the targets' backgrounds.
1993.05
Uchiha Itachi
Age 12
Legal guardians: Uchiha Fugaku, Uchiha Mikoto
Third year Academy student.
Accomplished Cadet
Successful field experience as a sparrow's main Intel.
Offering his services to the Bureau.
By the recommendations of the state organs Uchiha Itachi through the past year proved himself a patriot and is capable to practice D ranked missions under supervision.
Uchiha Itachi played key role in capturing the dissident, Dan Kato.
Cadet's status and association with EKB is to be kept secret till further notice by the order of the state.
Uchiha Itachi is to remain a junior trainee before the age of 16.
(Review year 1997, EKB)
He turned over the page eagerly.
2000.18/06
He scoffed.
Of course there would be no copy of the approval of Uchiha Itachi as a Rodent for EKB.
'Maybe, there are other archives from 90ies?'
Although, he doubted it himself since this documents were top secret and carefully recomposed, there would be no important papers such as these just scattered around the archive room.
The guy was a genius.
In since he was a child and no traces left.
The truth was the state collecting rodents and sparrows as children was nothing new. But all of them were released from the police academy and brought up by patriots. They were carefully molded into excellent tools, perfect soldiers. They were a great asset, a valuable resource, and still they were risky. Each project has to be handled with a feather touch, they were dangerous.
Uchiha Itachi was a natural.
Itachi graduated academy in three years. He was raised in a then well-respected home. Although his immediate family was not at all traditional, Itachi's grandfather was the Uchiha Madara, his uncle was Uchiha Obito both of them war heroes, loyal and dangerous.
Uchiha Fugaku was an engineer, and although his attendance to the interests of the state would be appreciated, Fugaku dropped the profession altogether and earned his living as a regular worker.
The boy sighted. Uchiha Fugaku's generation thrived on protest, but it is still such a waste, to see a great clan lineage sink to the level of a simple bus driver is indeed disappointing.
Namikaze Minato protested the same way and look where it led him.
Not that Uchiha's fate was any better.
Uchiha Itachi was a perfect weapon. He never got distracted, was always obeying orders. What matters most, he was willing.
These projects are never willing.
'Was I?'
He sighted once more. Yes, Uchiha Itachi was the best rodent but he was also the worst. He was the first to ever set his own conditions. Suddenly, from a talented boy serving his country, from a dedicated person trying to compensate his father's uselessness, from the perfect soldier he transformed into a hired assassin. A spy whose intentions were not known, whose loyalty was not known, whose capabilities were not known.
2000.18/06
Uzumaki Kushina
Age 40
Court reinvestigated Namikaze Minato's case and came to the conclusion;
Uzumaki Kushina is associated with heavy crimes of her deceased husband, the traitor and a spy, she is to be repressed to north for the next twenty years, or as the court sees fit.
Uzumaki Naruto's legal Guardian will be state, until 2001, when Jiraya Ogata will be reviewed as such.
Any legacy in the ownership of Uzumaki Kushina is to be confiscated and automatically bound to the state.
Uzumaki Naruto may remain in the possession of the original apartment in the 12th district of Eastern Konoha.
2000.22/06
Uzumaki Kushina dies of a heart attack in her home. There are no traces of a break in or any violence, or poisoning.
The court therefore cancels the order of repressing Uzumaki Kushina.
Although, her foul participation in her husband's sins are to be publicly disclosed.
2002.7/09
Uchiha Madara
Uchiha Obito
Uchiha Fugaku
Uchiha Shisui
Are deemed as public enemies, the Court releases an arrest warrant to capture them as dangerous radicals.
Uchiha clan and associates will be charged with betrayal, conspiracy against the state and sentenced to execution.
11/09
The information on the coup was delivered by Uchiha Itachi, EKB Intel and associate for the past nine years.
Uchiha Itachi proved himself as a patriot and is to remain untouched. His participation will be rewarded by the Committee for State Security.
Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Mikoto are to be pardoned and will be constantly monitored by EKB
(Review; 2005/10)
2007. now
Uchiha Sasuke
She moans as I run my hand down her front from the base of her neck, through the valley of her bare breasts, over her tiny waist, right between her thighs.
I hiss at the feeling of her warmth and wetness on my fingers.
"Fuck, this is good" she murmurs.
"I didn' catch that"
"I said I love your hands on me" her voice is strained.
I can't hold back the smug smirk as I move my fingers in a circular motion, constantly pressing her clit.
I absentmindedly lay kisses on her shoulder, her tongue slips out to trail up a pronounced vein on my neck and my hand goes down heavier and faster between her legs.
She reacts instantly. Clutches onto my chest and waist with her fingernails and throws her head back in the pillows.
"Fuck!"
"I like watchin' you" I say as I lift my head from her shoulder to take in her flustered state.
Her eyes are still closed when she smirks below me. Sakura turns her head to kiss my elbow beside her supporting my weight from crushing her.
She smiles through her pleasure, her lids still shut.
"You miss awfully a lot while you're away than."
Suddenly the playful touches of the morning are not enough and as I am reminded of her performance last night, my hardness starts to ache.
I stop my ministrations earning a whine of loss from her and relieve myself from my loose boxers which feel unbearably tight right now.
She watches me eagerly. As my hand slips towards the drawer she stops me.
"Don't"
Now, this is a treat.
"Ya want me to fuck you raw"
I don't control my mouth with her, I could say any dirty shit randomly popping into my mind and she would still be turned on.
"yeah.." she sighs as I press the head to her entrance, playing with her slit.
And suddenly I am aware of her anxiety.
Yes, I love fucking Sakura. I love making love to her. I love cumming with her and after her and, selfishly, before her. I love making her cum. around my cock or fingers or tongue.
I love our sex.
I can fuck her while she's distracted or sad or angry, honestly, she's amazing when cross.
But right now I know what she is scared of and it annoys me.
So I enter her without a further delay with one powerful thrust and my breath is knocked out of me.
'Fuck, this never gets old'
"Aaah!" She practically screams.
I swallow Sakura's moans with my mouth and groan in return.
Her inner muscles are clenching my pulsing cock with their wet warm walls, I am buried deep inside of her, but when I look at her face contorted with pleasure, she is still kind of distant, so I angrily slide all the way out of her and slam right back in.
The feeling of her sweet cunt sucking me back in as I moved out leaves a tingling sensation at the base of my spine. I felt the head slam her cervix and her legs tighten around my waist.
Sakura screams.
"Tell me what you think about when you are alone" I demand after releasing a groan.
I keep moving inside of her. My thrusts slow, hard and deep. She is overflowing with wetness. Her thighs are slick and I feel drops of sweat gathering on the skin between her breasts.
Both of my hands hold her head bent backwards with her hair clutched between my fingers. I lay a wet trail from her collarbone along her clavicle with my tongue stopping to suck under her chin.
Her walls flutter around my generous thrusts and I feel her orgasm approaching.
"Sakura."
Me pronouncing her name with a stressed want breaks her and hot, indecent and utterly filthy words leave her sweet mouth.
I pick up my pace and command her to spread her legs wider for me. My hands drop to her ribs pressing there making it uneasy for her to breath. Her legs spread widely and I find myself losing all sense of control.
I grab her behind and press her up to me so that her clit rubs on my skin every time I deliver a hard thrust. I hold the back of Sakura's neck and crash her with my weight at the same time.
I don't stop moving inside of her my heavy sack of balls slapping against her constantly, her clit rubbing on my skin slick with her wetness, her breasts pressed to my chest moving slightly with the jarring sensation of me pounding her to the bed. Her hand is at the base of my spine pushing, trying to make me go deeper, her hips move in unison with mine.
Sakura cums when our pelvises slam together and her clit deliciously rubs on my stomach. My raw manhood is buried deep inside of her twitching and pulsating.
She gasps uncontrollably and rides out her orgasm.
I don't stop.
I can't.
Because I know she will go back to being afraid as soon as I stop.
And so even after I come deep inside of her, I press a noisy kiss on her clit and start building up her tension once more.
A few hours later I find her crouching at my desk working on her project. She is wearing one of my boxers, the garment resting low on her hips, its' hem almost reaching her knees. Her hair is still damp from a quick shower and her spaghetti strap top has dropped on one side revealing the half of her breast. A lit cigarette is hanging from her teeth forgotten, the ash gathering at the burning tip threatening to fall and ruin her hard work. Sakura notices none of it as her brows furrow in concentration, trying to get the shadowing right with her Rotring.
I take her cigarette from her mouth to finish it for her. She mutters something incoherent and I don't really pay attention to it.
Although she is acting normally, I can feel the chill radiating from her. I was always hypersensitive towards the slightest shifts in her behavior.
Sakura is scared and like a caged animal she becomes dangerous when she is afraid.
"That guy is from the bureau."
"Now where did that come from?"
"Don't go anywhere near him."
After a slow pause she turned towards her side of the bed.
"In fact don't go to north at all."
I sigh at her frustrating demands.
"Hey, if I could help it I'd be right here with you the whole time"
She turns towards me angrily.
"It's not that, Sasuke. We knew they would eventually come after you"
I scoff at her.
"I don't think so"
"What did that boy ask you Sasuke."
"He asked if I had any siblings at home"
"And?"
I sigh in defeat
"I told him I had a brother"
She looks at me expectantly.
"Then he asked if he worked on the north too. I said I didn't know where he worked. And then he said Itachi would be proud if he were alive to find out his brother was hardworking."
"So you did not tell him when exactly Itachi died, and you are obviously not new to the job. But he knew somehow he was never there to see you go to north"
"Sakura, you're over-analyzing it"
She huffed at me.
"Look," I start frustrated "the guy probably figured an older brother would be the one to take on working in that shithole, so he figured he was probably never there for it."
She got up from the bed suddenly in her ire.
"really? And how would he know Itachi was the older one if you did not tell him"
I pulled at her arm and made her fall back on the bad. Where I grabbed her face and pressed a loving kiss on the corner of her mouth. Trying to rid her of the tension and fear settling in her form.
"Hey blackbird," I whispered as I start stroking her hair in a soothing manner "It's okay."
My hand moved back to her face to palm her chin and press a chaste kiss there.
"I'll take care of you. And you'll take care of me."
As I recall last night's events the tension in her shoulders become more prominent to me.
She leans back from her work. Stretching her arms above her; and releases a content sigh after a disgusting pop is heard.
She looks at me finally noticing me observing her closely.
She fishes out her cigarette just as I crush mine. And she offers another with a lazy gesture of lifting the pack towards me.
I take one and she lights it for me.
We sit there in silence scrutinizing each other.
"I don't like what you are thinking"
She doesn't reply, so I continue.
"I want you to stay at your place while I'm away, if there is anything the bureau actually wants from me I don' want 'em anywhere near you"
She nods.
"I want you to send me telegrams regularly for the next four days. I'll tell Naruto to drive you and your mom regularly."
She releases a ring of smoke.
"I don't think he needs you to tell him that."
I nod absentmindedly.
"I don't want you to meet me 'ere or at Naruto's when I get back, just stay at your place and I'll see you there when we drive home.'
She stays silent and blows thin smoke lazily not even paying attention. I suddenly have the urge to grab her by her hair and shake her head till she comes to sense.
"Sakura, no matter what you are thinking if you notice anything weird, you say nothing and you do nothing."
She nods at me.
Sakura is scared and like a caged animal she becomes dangerous when she is afraid.
That's how she reacts to fear.
She could cause a lot of trouble. Mostly to herself.
So her nodding at me obediently is more disturbing than soothing.
I feel how wheels are turning in her head and it terrifies me not knowing which way.
Haruno Sakura
Sasuke left the next day. I stayed with my mom at our place and Naruto was following me everywhere like a guarding dog, which was not so bad.
It is the third day after Sasuke left and since he made it clear to Naruto that I need to stay at my place the most time, it takes a while for me to convince the Uzumaki I need to pick up some papers I left at Sasuke's.
He follows me to their building from my place and waits for me by the entrance.
As I fish out the keys for Sasuke's apartment I automatically start scanning for anything out of place.
The apartment is just the way we left it and as I pick up my papers from Sasuke's desk, I notice that we left the ashtray full again so I take it from the desk and drop the contents into the trash bin, the strong scent of long-burnt tobacco hits my nose and I regret standing so close. I check the tray on the balcony to see if we left any there.
The ashtray on the balcony is overflowing.
But what actually makes dread pool in my stomach is one crushed filter sticking out in the pile with a delicate pink print from a lipstick around it.
That's not mine.
I take the tray to dump the litter into the trash bin once more, not letting any sudden movements escape me. There is a very low chance of being watched right now, but I'm standing in front of the balcony, perfectly visible with the curtains out of the way from the opposite building, as well as from the large closet behind me, where a grown man, or a delicate woman with a pink lipstick, could hide with ease.
Before turning over the tray I snatch the one filter with the lipstick on it.
It's warm.
After setting the empty tray back on the balcony I decide to linger for a while ignoring the fearful voice in my head, which oddly resembled Sasuke's, screaming at me to fucking leave right fucking now!
I start cleaning up a bit figuring Naruto would probably wait for a couple more minutes before coming upstairs to check on her.
I lift the shirts hanging from Sasuke's headboard and proceed towards the closet only two paces away.
My heart beats faster.
There is a woman in here. The bureau is on Sasuke rights now. They probably were trying to find something or to plant something. They will take him away. THEY WILL TAKE SASUKE AWAY.
In a millisecond I thought about how they would get rid of me as a witness, how Naruto would be in the same boat, how there would be no one to protect Sasuke from them, how my mom would not make it through.
I hang the shirts on the handle of the closet door without opening it.
I turn and straighten the wrinkles on the bed.
I pick up the papers I came for without letting any inner panic cross my face enough to be visible from the closet blinds.
As I lock the door to Sasuke's apartment after exiting I feel a tear slip down my cheek.
While I linger at his door the floor inside the apartment creaks.
I flee.
Uchiha Sasuke
As expected, I received no word from Sakura for the past three days.
I figured she would be mad at me for disregarding her panicked demands to skip work and stay away from the new guy.
But, honestly, there was a very low chance for the guy to be a spy planted by government to monitor me; First of all, because, as a guy, it would be much easier for them to operate with a sparrow not a rat.
Don't get me wrong. I love Sakura, but I'm still a healthy man.
Woah, that was douchy.
Second of all, if EKB was on my ass, they would fucking arrest me first and come up with an excuse after.
They did not need to go through so much headache just to get me. It's not like I represented any danger.
And there was no Itachi covering me, serving as a roof to complicate their hunt.
But there was a small tugging in the back of my mind, reminding of all the things that should not have happened but did.
I really did not think that a new nosy guy living too close to my home and too close to the bureau was a possible danger.
But this guy lived too close to Sakura's place and Naruto's place and to the bureau so it did not sit well with me to just chat with him as if we are friends.
It also did not sit well with me to have Sakura walking around my living room while there could be a slight possibility that a search warrant was realised.
I shake my head at the annoying trail of thoughts.
There is nothing going on.
"Uchiha, break is over! Get back to work!"
I crush my cigarette, Sakura's, and head back in, dreading the feeling of claustrophobia soon to emerge.
Two years of working in coal mines and I still couldn't adapt to the disgusting tight walls.
Now these thoughts lead me to remembering how tight other walls could be. In a good way.
And I wonder for the umpteenth time what Sakura is doing right now.
Yeah, that was douchy too.
Is she in her bed?
I hope she's not in my bed.
Not right now.
Is she with Mebuki?
Is she with Naruto?
Is Naruto even there?
It's ridiculous I know Naruto will stick to Sakura's shue like a gum, shadowing her every step.
Maybe I should have still stayed after all.
At least, Sakura would calm down a little.
Because, obviously, there is no danger. The new guy is way too young to be in too.
'So was Itachi.'
I shake off the distracting thoughts and continue working.
It's a monotonous job really. But a tiring one.
Jab, crash, lift, turn, toss. Repeat.
I remember how my palms used to blister from the nonstop motions. My lungs not used to withstanding the heavy, damp and dusty air together with a stress of being a smoker.
After the first month, after returning home from my fourth travel to North, I found myself crying in Sakura's lap from sheer exhaustion, pain and the depressing, bitter thought of having to do this for the next three years.
'Hey, don't you fucking dare!'
She shouted as she pulled on my hair while I cried silently on her knees.
'Get your shit together.'
'Fuck you.' I murmur silently, all fight gone.
'You said you'd take care of me,'she reminds.
I lifted my head up silently to look at her furious mouth, not daring to return her glare with tears blurring my vision.
That was the first time I cried in the last six years.
After a small pause filled with accusations, regrets and desperation, hers and mine, she says firmly;
'This is me taking care of you'
I remember the day after that her noticing my hands blistered.
I remember her saying months later that my calloused hands felt so good on her skin.
I remember Jabbing, crashing, lifting, turning and tossing becoming so much easier after that.
I grin absentmindedly as my thoughts head down that way once more.
Haruno Sakura just seems to have that effect on me.
I hype up the rhythm of my shovel to get rid of the tension slowly heading south.
"Hey, Sasuke?"
I turn at the loud voice of our supervisor Genma.
I head towards him stopping a few paces away, and lean casually on the handle of my shovel.
"A telegram."
He passes a folded paper to me and I nod in thanks.
I lean against a blocked minecart nearby and tilt my head lamp down a little to observe the content.
The telegram is short, of course.
I expect words like "we're okay, take care" from a begrudging Sakura.
'We're fine. Come back ASAP. Naruto will meet you at the station today 8:00 PM.
-S.'
I feel my guts twist and suddenly I want to vomit.
I ditch my equipment right there telling one of the guys to take care of it.
As I head out and straight to Genma's office to let him know I'm leaving early, I find myself thinking about the new guy who didn't show up today.
So it happened.
They are out to get me.
They will execute me, arrest Naruto and repress Sakura to North.
To fucking North.
Sakura with pink hair, bony arms, slender legs, and clear, sunkissed skin. Everything the captives of North are thirsty for.
Sakura will be forced to move North and I wont be there to get in the way.
'No.' I try calming myself down.
'She said they are fine.'
My heart beats fast as open the door to the supervisors' office in the main building.
"Genma."
"If you have an emergency you can go."
It seems he got the notion correctly.
"Thanks man, 'ey listen," Genma looks up from his paperwork, "The new kid, did ya move him to Gai's group?"
"Sai? Nah, he's just in sick."
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In The Memory of an Exceptional Generation
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