Warnings: profanity, AU, indication of many gods (Orochimaru, Jiraiya and Tsunade). You can interpret it as YAOI or no, either SasuNaru or NaruSasu (I don't know which...)
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to someone who's not me. Probably several someones.

Summary: Sasuke and Naruto are chosen by their respected "teachers" from the Legendary Three as, ah, "Chosen."

The story's a snapshot of a world that's half formed in my head.

Author's note: so. I wrote this partially on whim, partially thinking of Perfect Circle's "The Noose," partially thinking of an idea I came up with a while ago. It has an accompanying picture.

If you want to write a story with these characters, please contact me, and I'll help you brainstorm.

I don't know if I'll ever work on this again...unless I get really inspired, pro'lly not...

Title: God Touched
Rating: PG-13 for profanity and mature(ish) themes.
Narrator: Sasuke.
Status: unknown, up for grabs.
Author: Taes
When I wrote it: Aug 23, 2005
What I wrote it for: my art. Retype the link.

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God Touched...by Taes

A touch of hands, smiling, sweet lips, and gentle caress of hair so fine it could be gold. Your aura has, as ever, glowed brightly in my eyes as it will again. I smirk behind grinning lips and note the blood on your cheek. Your damned, softened and whitened cheeks are blood streaked.

Three.

There are three bloody streaks to mark you as what you are, to mark you as god Touched or Chosen.

Few would name you lucky.

Few would envy your ability, and even fewer envy mine.

I am God Touched—Lord Orochimaru has ever wanted me, and he has me, now and always—and I am marked. My rank denoted by the retched collar—once a halo—that chokes any rebuke from me… My wings are but wispy flashes of air to the common fools, as your aura is merely strangely colored light…

But if you are Touched, you would see the differences all the clearer.

No, you could never be just Chosen, you could never be only Touched, you, with your pride and your goddamned arrogance make you take it off! The blindfold the gods Themselves put reverently around your eyes to spare you the shock of Their features…and you take it off with nary a thought, and you see me.

Ah, the arrogance…

For that, Lord Jiraiya marked you as His, marked you with the kitsune lines, and tried to steal your Gift for His own.

Gods are not greedy, child.

They merely expect to receive what is yours—and thus, rightfully Theirs.

Don't smile, love, or they'll want that, too…

Just be calm.

Just be

silent

as you could never be…

I laugh now, and you, idiotically, only smile. Fool. You haven't realized, have you?

You're in Their territory, now. You are no longer your own.

So stop acting like you're the one in charge, bitch…

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