Residence of the Sun: Sunrise

by KwenYi

As tensions rise between the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans, Naruto and Sasuke are paired for a mission in Hōkaito, the City of Endless Ruin. Tasked with retrieving a powerful package, they face shadowy alliances, hidden dangers, and old rivalries. As they rely on each other, they uncover that the mission is more perilous—and personal—than expected.

7. Ruin in the City of Sin (Part IV)

Akatsuki's underground training area buzzed with an almost oppressive energy, dim light casting jagged shadows against the rough stone walls. Kisame, looming like a mountain, stood across from Naruto with his trademark menacing grin. Off to the side, Sasuke stood silently, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement.

This was supposed to be Naruto's 'crash course' in acting like a hardened mercenary, but it wasn't going as planned.

Naruto was trying his best to fit the role, squaring his shoulders and folding his arms as he furrowed his brow. He aimed for a cold, ruthless stare, but from Sasuke's perspective, it looked more like Naruto was desperately trying to hold back a fart.

Sasuke pressed his lips together, fighting to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside him. Naruto's effort was... well, it was pitiful. His attempt at looking dangerous bordered on comical, and it took all of Sasuke's restraint not to laugh outright.

Kisame had no such reservations. His deep, rumbling laugh filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls. "That's supposed to be your 'tough guy' look? You couldn't even scare a bunny with that! In fact, it'd probably just piss itself from laughing at you so hard!"

Naruto's face flushed with frustration. "Hey! I'm trying, alright? This stuff doesn't come naturally!" He tried to maintain his composure, but the mocking laughter from Kisame was getting to him.

Inside Naruto's mind, Kurama was having a field day. Kid, with that face you look like you're about to shit yourself, the fox taunted, his voice thick with amusement. Stick to your usual dumb grin—you'd have a better shot at actually being intimidating. Man, this is painful to watch!

Naruto scowled, jabbing back mentally at Kurama. "You're not helping!" he muttered under his breath, his frustration rising. But the taunts only made him more determined to prove them wrong. Just as he was steeling himself for another attempt, Sasuke chimed in.

"You should probably stick to what you're good at, Usuratonkachi," Sasuke quipped, his voice laced with amusement. "Maybe try something that doesn't make you look so constipated."

That was it—Kisame and Kurama burst into louder fits of laughter, while Naruto's frustration reached its boiling point.

"Alright, alright—I get it!" Naruto shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Acting like a mercenary isn't my thing—you don't have to rub it in!" His face was red with both embarrassment and irritation. "Can we just skip this and get to the real stuff, already?"

Kisame's grin widened, clearly enjoying the situation far too much. "Oh no, Mr. Guard Fox. You don't get to come along on this job until you prove you're more than just a cub."

Sasuke had seen enough. Time was slipping away, and Sasuke knew he needed to get back to the hotel, where Haku would be waiting to help him reassume the role of 'Rei.' The thought of having to placate Onimaru Gou's tastes for another evening made Sasuke's skin crawl. But he was determined to see this through—the mission depended on it. Haku would make sure his appearance and demeanor were flawless, every detail designed to heighten 'Rei's' allure, making it impossible for Gou to resist any temptation Sasuke deigned to throw his way.

With one final smirk at Naruto's awkward attempts to act tough, Sasuke turned and made his way toward the exit, his footsteps echoing faintly in the stone chamber.

The door had barely clicked shut when Kisame's grin widened, his full attention now on Naruto. "Looks like it's just you and me now, kid. Ready to try again?"

Naruto, still smarting from Kisame's laughter and Sasuke's barely concealed amusement, squared his shoulders and glared half-heartedly. "Yeah, I'm ready," he grumbled, forcing himself to focus.

But no matter how hard he tried, something still wasn't clicking. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering tension from earlier, but his mind was too cluttered—too preoccupied with how ridiculous he must have looked in front of Sasuke. The memory of Sasuke's smirk gnawed at him, a quiet frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

You're wasting your time, Naruto, Kurama's voice rumbled through his mind, low and thick with amusement. You're trying to force it, and that's why it isn't working. If you want to pull this off, you need to feel something real. Get angry. Really angry. Find something that sets you off.

Naruto's brow furrowed in frustration. His internal conversation was hidden from Kisame's view, but the tension in his posture gave him away. What do you think I've been doing this whole time?! he snapped back at Kurama.

Kurama's laughter rumbled through him, dark and condescending. Clearly not hard enough, the fox growled. Then, without warning, a sharp edge crept into Kurama's voice. Let me show you what it's really like to channel some anger.

Naruto blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the shift in Kurama's tone. There was something ominous in the way he spoke, a predatory gleam that hadn't been there before. What are you—

Before Naruto could finish, he felt it. A sudden, palpable shift in Kurama's presence—like a shadow creeping over him, cold and suffocating. It was as if Kurama had flipped a switch, effortlessly pulling the old malice and hatred to the forefront. The weight of it pressed down on Naruto's chest, and his breath hitched as the familiar, unsettling sensation washed over him.

This is just a taste of what real malice feels like, Kurama purred, his voice dripping with malevolent satisfaction. This is the power you need. Not that half-hearted shit you've been doing. Feel it, Naruto. Let it sink in.

For a moment, Naruto hesitated. He could sense the darkness in Kurama's voice, the malice that clung to every word. It was the old Kurama, the version of the Kyuubi that had once been filled with nothing but hatred and rage. And though Naruto could feel the power, it made him uneasy.

Come on, Kurama—knock it off, Naruto quipped mentally, trying to keep things light, though his voice wavered slightly. I've got this without you going all creepy.

Kurama chuckled, but the sound was darker than usual. Are you sure about that? The fox's words hung heavy in Naruto's mind. Because this is what it really takes to be ruthless. This is what Kisame expects.

Naruto swallowed hard, trying to suppress the unease creeping through him. He could feel the shift in his aura—sharper, more dangerous—but it was almost too much. Still, he knew Kurama was right. If he wanted to pull this off, he had to fully commit.

Fine, Naruto thought, his grip tightening as he braced himself. But I'm not letting you get carried away.

Kurama's presence seemed to expand within him, the fox's dark chuckle resonating like distant thunder. Kisame won't be the one to push you past this, Kurama's voice slithered through Naruto's thoughts, smooth and dark. You need something that hits closer to home. Something that'll light a fire in you. You're too busy worrying about what people think. Let's dig a little deeper, shall we?

Naruto's frustration spiked, but his curiosity was piqued as well. What's your deal, you old geezer? I'm doing my best here!

Your best? Kurama's laughter was soft, edged with malice. You're holding back. I can feel it. You're too concerned with appearances, with looking good in front of your little audience. But if you want to act the part of a ruthless mercenary, you need more. You need something real. Something personal.

Naruto tensed, his jaw tightening as he sensed Kurama circling closer to something deeper, something he wasn't sure he wanted to confront. Then came the pause—a moment thick with anticipation before Kurama's next words cut through him like a blade.

Like Sasuke.

Naruto stiffened, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. Sasuke? he thought, his voice wavering in his mind. What about him?

Kurama's tone was slower now, almost savoring the moment. I warned you, didn't I? This fixation of yours is clouding your judgment. You've become more... unhinged. Kurama's words dripped with cold amusement. Worried, confused, angry. You try to act like none of it gets to you, but it does. It eats at you.

The words hit Naruto harder than he expected, tightening the knot in his chest. He tried to shake them off, but Kurama's voice was relentless.

What if things were different between you two? Kurama continued, his tone now dripping with malice. What if… a dark chuckle lingered in the air, he was slipping away from you? What if he's not telling you everything?

Naruto's breath caught in his throat. That's not—

Isn't it, though? Kurama interrupted smoothly, the question seeping into Naruto's mind, insidious and unshakable.

Kurama's voice lowered into a growl, biting and deliberate. You've been thinking about him a lot lately, haven't you? Maybe too much. You think you've got it all figured out, but you're terrified—terrified that he's slipping through your fingers. So, what if... Kurama paused, savoring the tension, he found someone else?

The thought hit Naruto like a punch to the gut, his mind flashing with an image of Deidara—grinning, arrogant, and self-assured. It was absurd, impossible even, but the idea of Sasuke with someone like that twisted something ugly in Naruto's stomach. The mere possibility clawed at him in ways he didn't want to admit, not even to himself.

Naruto bit his lip, trying to shake off the creeping jealousy, but Kurama wasn't finished.

Or maybe, Kurama's voice slithered into Naruto's thoughts, winding through the cracks of his insecurities, you're still haunted by last night. Sasuke was alone with Gou for quite a while, wasn't he? What were you imagining during all that time? The question was soft, insinuating—leaving the worst possibilities hanging in the air, impossible to ignore.

Naruto's mind flashed back to the moment Sasuke had shown him the night's events. Through the Sharingan's vision, everything had seemed so clear—Sasuke's suspicion of the laced drink, the swift genjutsu that trapped Gou, the methodical search through the room. It had all seemed so precise, so perfectly executed… too perfectly.

Kurama's voice deepened, a dark chuckle reverberating in Naruto's mind. Sasuke's a master of that Sharingan of his. Genjutsu, illusions, mind games—it's what he does. Are you really sure what he showed you was exactly what happened? Or was it what he wanted you to see? Kurama's words twisted like a blade, driving deeper. After all, it wouldn't take much for someone like him to tweak a memory. Just enough to make it seem… cleaner. Easier.

Naruto frowned, trying to push the thought away, but it stuck. He remembered Sasuke's face when he'd returned—pale, drained, more worn out than the vision had made sense of. Sasuke had been meticulous, cold, efficient… but Kurama's whispers suggested another possibility. What if Sasuke hadn't told him everything? What if there was more to the night than he'd seen?

Naruto's fists tightened, Kurama's seeds of doubt blossoming into full-blown suspicion. He didn't want to believe it—didn't want to think Sasuke would hide anything from him. But Kurama's whispers continued to coil inside him like a snake, wrapping tighter around his thoughts.

Think about it, Kurama continued, his voice dropping to a near hiss. I know you want to trust him… but can you, really?

Naruto shook his head. No… he thought stubbornly, even as the suggestion eroded his confidence. Sasuke wouldn't do that… he wouldn't.

Wouldn't he? Kurama's voice dropped lower, filled with dark amusement. He seemed awfully worn out, didn't he? Too drained for things to have played out the way he showed you. Think about how he looked—you really believe that was the whole truth?

The more Naruto thought about it, the more Kurama's words wormed deeper into his mind. Sasuke had looked pale and drained, more than just physically tired. Naruto had pushed those thoughts aside, trusting what Sasuke had shown him. But now…

The doubts gnawed at him, stoking flames of anger and jealousy. Was it real? The question echoed louder with each passing second. Did Sasuke really show me everything? Or just enough to keep me from asking more questions?

Naruto's breath hitched. He had tried to bury those thoughts, but they had clung to him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. Now, with Kurama amplifying those fears, the emotions surged—anger, jealousy, frustration—all mixing into something raw and volatile.

The tension in Naruto's body shifted, and he felt something snap inside him. It wasn't visible, not to Kisame or even Kurama, but it transformed the way Naruto stood, the way he looked at Kisame. His fists clenched tighter, his heartbeat loud in his ears. When his eyes met Kisame's, they burned with a fire that wasn't just for show.

Kurama chuckled softly, pleased with the internal turmoil he had ignited. There it is, he declared, his voice thick with satisfaction. That's the real anger I was waiting for. You're starting to get it.

Naruto didn't respond, not even mentally. His mind was locked in on the swirl of emotions Kurama had brought to the surface. The thoughts he couldn't shake—Sasuke with someone else, Sasuke doing things he didn't want to imagine—had lit a fuse inside him, and now the fire was spreading, consuming him from the inside out.

Kisame's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the shift in Naruto's energy. "Now that's more like it," he rumbled, his voice low and pleased. "Looks like you've finally found your edge, huh?"

Naruto remained silent, his gaze cold and hard. The tension in his body spoke for him now—there was no more awkward fumbling, no need to act the part. He was dangerous now, not because of any forced effort. Something real, something deep, had been triggered inside him.

Kisame stepped forward, Samehada in hand, the weight of the massive sword unmistakable. "Alright, let's see if you can back that up with some real action, kid."

---

Haku's room was bathed in soft, ambient light as he worked, his delicate fingers adjusting the flowing crimson fabric that adorned Sasuke. The outfit was stunning—airy and graceful, with sheer, unadorned sleeves that draped like whispers of silk against Sasuke's skin. Intricate threading formed the shape of a phoenix, its vibrant wings coiling elegantly around his waist, chest, and collar, as if the bird were poised for flight. The subtle shimmer of the design caught the light, casting a fiery glow as Sasuke stood before the mirror.

Haku, ever meticulous, stepped back to survey his work with a satisfied smile. "There, now you look the part. Gou won't be able to keep his eyes off you tonight," he said, teasingly brushing a stray lock of hair from Sasuke's face.

Sasuke's expression remained cool, but there was a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. "I'm not doing this to look good for him," he muttered, adjusting the fabric, clearly uneasy with the entire situation.

Haku chuckled, stepping aside as his assistants moved about, preparing the final touches. "Of course not," Haku said, his voice soft yet playful. "But you can't deny that it helps, right? If you're going to play the part, might as well play it well."

Sasuke's lips pressed into a thin line, the cool indifference he tried to project beginning to crack under Haku's knowing gaze. He turned slightly, avoiding eye contact as Haku moved to adjust the delicate collar of the outfit, now drawing attention to the phoenix's wings that seemed to encircle him.

"I see the way you look at him," Haku said suddenly, his voice low but filled with unmistakable meaning.

Sasuke froze, his eyes flicking back to the mirror to meet Haku's calm yet probing gaze. "You're imagining things," Sasuke said evenly, but his tone betrayed a slight edge.

Haku's smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Am I? You can hide a lot behind that stoic expression, Sasuke, but you can't fool someone like me. I've seen those looks before."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, tugging slightly at the flowing sleeve as if that would distract him from the conversation. "It's not like that," he replied, though even he didn't sound convinced.

Haku's eyes softened, his teasing replaced with something more genuine. "You may not want to admit it, but your feelings for Naruto are obvious to those who know how to look." He paused, his tone gentler now. "Sasuke, in the short time I've spent with Naruto, I can tell you—without a shadow of a doubt—that his feelings for you are real. They run deep, and they're genuine."

Sasuke's hand stilled on the fabric, his heart tightening in his chest. He wasn't sure how to respond, but the weight of Haku's words hung in the air, impossible to dismiss.

Haku's gaze turned thoughtful, as if reflecting on his own past. "I was in your position once," he said quietly, stepping back as the 'flowers' came in to add finishing touches to Sasuke's hair. "Zabuza and I… our relationship isn't conventional. But it works because we both chose to make it work. Love, in all its forms, takes effort. But it's worth it if you're willing to fight for it."

Sasuke glanced away, his expression unreadable, but Haku wasn't finished. He stepped beside Sasuke, their reflections mirroring one another in the glass. Haku's eyes swept over Sasuke, appraising him in the mirror with quiet understanding. His voice softened, yet his words were firm. "I've grown fond of Naruto, and I'd hate to see him hurt by the one person he loves more than life itself. Be honest with him, Sasuke. If not for his sake, then for your own."

Sasuke remained silent, his gaze fixed on his reflection. The phoenix's wings and feathers seemed to coil tighter around him, a constant reminder of the fire that lay buried beneath the surface—powerful, unpredictable, and waiting to be unleashed. Haku's words weighed on him, pressing against his chest like an uninvited truth, stirring feelings he wasn't ready to face.

Suddenly, Haku's eyes twinkled mischievously in the mirror. Seemingly without provocation, he leaned in and said in a rather surprised tone, "I must say, Sasuke... I've never seen anyone wear temptation quite so well."

The comment was so unexpected, it caught Sasuke completely off guard. His eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to retort, incredulity bubbling to the surface. "That's not—" he started, but before he could finish, soft chuckles rippled through the attendants standing nearby. His words died in his throat as his cheeks flamed red, betraying his stoic expression. Mortified by Haku's cheeky jab, he quickly glanced away, biting back whatever he had been about to say.

Haku's smirk only grew wider, clearly pleased with himself. "Now, now, no need to blush. After all, it's part of the job, isn't it?" He winked, then added, "Still, when you're ready to retire from 'ninja' business, give me a call. I'll happily bring you on as a full-fledged member of the team—benefits and all."

Sasuke shot him a glare, but it only fueled more quiet laughter from the attendants. His embarrassment deepened as Haku gave him one final appraising look before turning to lead the way out. "Now, let's move along, 'Rei.' We mustn't keep Gou waiting."

Sasuke followed, his cheeks still burning, the weight of Haku's words now joined by a flush of embarrassment.

---

Konan moved with precise, almost ritualistic grace as she prepared Naruto for his transformation. Her touch was steady, practiced, and gentle, a contrast to the roughness of the world they both inhabited. She dipped the brush into a small pot of makeup, bringing it up to Naruto's face with the same care one might use when tending to something fragile. Naruto sat stiffly, his muscles still tense from Kisame's brutal 'training' session, his mind reeling.

The first stroke of the brush was cool against his skin, and Naruto flinched slightly, caught off guard by the unfamiliar sensation. Konan paused, glancing at him with an almost sisterly softness. "Relax," she murmured, her voice soothing. "This won't hurt."

Naruto gave a small, awkward smile, trying to loosen the tension in his shoulders. "I know… It's just… I've never really worn makeup before."

Konan's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "That's understandable. But it's necessary if you want to stay hidden." Her voice was calm, balancing reassurance with practicality.

Her brush moved with expert precision, fading the distinctive whisker marks that had always been a part of Naruto's identity. The vibrant orange tinge of his complexion shifted to a neutral tone, blending seamlessly. It felt strange, watching parts of himself vanish under Konan's careful touch. Despite being part of the Akatsuki, her gentleness was unexpected—so different from the indifference Naruto had come to associate with her group.

"Next, the eyes," Konan said, picking up a small case of colored contacts and holding them out to him. Naruto stared at them for a moment, curiosity mingling with apprehension. "These will change your eye color. Your blue is far too recognizable. Don't rush it—take your time."

Naruto hesitated before carefully placing the contacts in his eyes. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the foreign sensation, then looked up at the mirror. The transformation startled him; where his bright, clear blue eyes used to be, a deep, reddish-brown stared back. He was almost unrecognizable. "Whoa… this is kinda freaky," he muttered.

Konan nodded, stepping back to examine her work, her eyes scanning his face with a quiet intensity. "It's necessary. Your eyes are too distinct otherwise."

Naruto ran a hand through his hair, still unsettled by the changes. That's when Konan picked up a slouch cap from the table, holding it out with a faint smile. "For the hair," she explained. "Blond and spiky isn't exactly common around here."

He took the cap, hesitating before pulling it down over his head. The soft fabric settled low on his forehead, covering most of his hair. He glanced in the mirror again, hardly recognizing himself now. His face, his eyes, his hair—all altered.

"Wow," Naruto muttered, tilting his head slightly from side to side. "I guess I can pull this off, after all."

Konan's expression softened. "Remember, Naruto," she said quietly, "this is to keep you safe. You have to become someone else for a while... but that doesn't mean you're losing yourself."

Naruto met her gaze in the mirror, his heart swelling with an unexpected feeling of appreciation. He gave a small nod, smiling gratefully. "Yeah… I get it. Thanks, Konan-san."

The words were simple, but they carried a quiet sincerity. Konan's lips curved into a gentle smile, and she reached out, adjusting the cap slightly with a caring touch. "You're welcome, Naruto. Just don't forget who you are underneath all this."

The door creaked open, and Tobi appeared, his lone eye studying Naruto carefully. He paused, his lips curling in amusement as he took in the transformation. "Well, I dare say you've outdone yourself, Konan. This is quite the makeover—almost didn't recognize him," he said, his tone teasing but impressed.

Naruto met Tobi's gaze, the question forming in his mind. "You know, I've been thinking… If you guys are helping us get into the auction to retrieve the package, why didn't you just hand it over in the first place?"

Tobi chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "Naruto, my dear boy… always so direct." He stepped into the room, rolling an Akatsuki cloak in his hand. "It's nothing personal—it's business. The auction organizers paid us to retrieve the package, not to hand it over to you. We fulfill contracts, not favors."

Naruto frowned, absorbing the bluntness of Tobi's words. "So you're 'helping' us by not helping?"

Tobi's eye gleamed with amusement as he casually tossed the cloak toward Naruto. "We're 'helping' by not stopping you. Call it a hands-off approach. You and Sasuke can do what you like, but we're not going to lift a finger to help you steal it. That's your job. We're just here to make sure you're in the right place to try."

Naruto caught the cloak, feeling the weight of the fabric as he processed what Tobi was saying. He could hear the subtle message beneath Tobi's words: Akatsuki was neutral in this—whether Naruto and Sasuke succeeded or failed was entirely up to them.

Naruto sighed, pulling the cloak over his shoulders. "Figures," he muttered under his breath, the tension in his voice revealing his growing frustration.

Tobi smirked, clearly enjoying the subtle power play. "Cheer up, Fox-chan. After all, if you two pull this off, you'll be walking away with the grand prize." Then Tobi nodded to the door. "Kisame's waiting for you—time to move."

Naruto glanced at Konan, who gave him a gentle nod, her eyes offering silent reassurance. He gave her a small smile in return before adjusting the high collar of the cloak, his resolve hardening as he prepared to step into the next phase of the mission.

---

The auction house in the Entaiyo District was far more unassuming from the outside than Sasuke had anticipated. It could have been mistaken for any other building, save for the discreet yet formidable level of security that surrounded it. Armed guards were stationed at every entry point, their eyes scanning for any sign of threat. Despite its plain exterior, stepping inside was like entering another world—a realm of wealth and luxury designed to cater to the elite. Marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, while silk-draped walls exuded an air of opulence. The atmosphere buzzed with quiet tension, the kind that only existed when power and money collided.

Sasuke, disguised as 'Rei,' entered the building with Onimaru Gou by his side, Gou's arm casually wrapped around Sasuke's waist. The gesture was possessive, and Sasuke's entire body tensed beneath Gou's touch. Every fiber of his being wanted to wrench the man's arm off him, especially after last night's incident. The memory of Gou's attempt to drug him still lingered, a bitter reminder of the man's true nature. But Sasuke kept his cool, forcing his expression into one of neutral elegance as they walked, flanked by Gou's entourage and personal security detail.

The auction was not yet in full swing. Instead, the bidders were given a chance to peruse the available items for the evening, displayed in glass cases lined up along the walls. Rare artifacts, ancient weapons, scrolls of forbidden knowledge—all meticulously placed to entice the high-stakes bidders. The grand prize, however, was not among them. It remained locked away in the back, hidden from sight until its moment of revelation.

Gou leaned in closer, his breath uncomfortably warm against Sasuke's neck as they strolled past the displays. "Seen anything you like, Rei?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

Sasuke fought the urge to sneer. Instead, he turned his head slightly, offering a small, coy smile. "I'm simply enjoying the experience. I've never attended something like this before."

Gou chuckled, clearly pleased with Sasuke's nonchalant response. His arm tightened around Sasuke's waist, pulling him closer. It took everything in Sasuke not to break the man's hand. "Well, if something does catch your eye, just let me know," Gou said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I'd be happy to get it for you."

Sasuke's stomach churned at the thought, but he maintained his facade, giving a small nod of gratitude. "You are too kind, Gou-san."

Gou laughed coyly, his fingers tightening their possessive hold. "Only when I'm with someone as captivating as you."

'Rei' responded with a suggestive smirk, but beneath the mask, Sasuke seethed. "Oh, I see... Well then, I hope I remain captivating long enough to satisfy both our wants."

Gou's eyes flashed with a predatory gleam, desire flickering in their depths. Before he could press further, an attendant stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Honored guests, the auction is about to begin," the attendant announced. "Please make your way to the main hall."

As the crowd began to shift toward the main event, Sasuke and Gou followed suit, weaving through the sea of high-profile bidders and wealthy elites. The atmosphere was thick with quiet anticipation, and hushed conversations floated through the air like whispers in the dark. Gou's bodyguards flanked them in a tight, impenetrable formation, their eyes scanning for any sign of threat. Sasuke could feel the weight of their presence, a wall of muscle and discipline that made any sudden move impossible without consequences.

They ascended a short set of steps toward one of the VIP booths overlooking the main auction hall. From here, Sasuke could see the room begin to fill with bidders taking their seats, some already whispering excitedly about the evening's offerings. But Sasuke's attention remained elsewhere. His sharp eyes flickered, scanning the exits, counting security personnel, assessing the best escape routes—all while maintaining the composed elegance of his alter ego, 'Rei.'

---

In the back room of the auction house, Naruto stood alongside Kisame, both of them positioned near the grand prize, which remained concealed beneath an intricately designed cloth. Naruto couldn't shake the pull he felt toward the covered object, his eyes continuously drifting back to it with morbid curiosity.

Kisame leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, watching Naruto's growing interest with a smirk. "Dying to know what's under there, huh?"

Feeling as if he got caught red-handed, Naruto tore his gaze away, shooting a quick look at Kisame. "Can you blame me? What is it, anyway?"

Kisame's grin widened. "That," he said, nodding toward the cloth-draped item, "is the Yata Mirror."

Naruto's eyes widened, recognition flickering across his face. "The Yata Mirror…seriously? I remember hearing about that back in the Academy. They used to tell us stories about it, but I thought it was just a myth. Y'know, one of those creepy legends they made up to scare us into paying attention." He stared at the covered object, his astonishment growing. "I never thought it was actually real."

Kisame chuckled, clearly entertained by Naruto's surprise. "Well, turns out some of those bedtime stories are real after all. And this one's a lot nastier than what they told you. You're looking at the real deal, kid."

Naruto was even more intrigued now. The circular shape gave nothing away under the cloth, but knowing what it was made the air around it feel heavier, more ominous. He took a step closer, his hand lifting as if drawn to the object. "Think it'd hurt to take a little peek…?" he muttered, his fingers inching forward.

Before he could get any closer, Kurama's voice boomed in his mind, Don't!

Naruto froze at the sound of Kurama's voice, while Kisame's hand shot out, grabbing Naruto's wrist just before he touched the cloth. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kisame warned, his chuckle low and amused. "That thing's cursed. One wrong look, and you'll be screaming inside it for eternity."

Naruto scowled, pulling his hand back reluctantly. "You're messing with me."

Kisame's grin widened, the sharp gleam of his teeth flashing. "Maybe. Maybe not. But if you want to take that gamble, go ahead. Just don't be surprised when Sasuke has to finish your mission solo because you couldn't keep your hands in your pants."

Naruto stepped back, folding his arms. "Fine. I'll leave it alone."

As he tried to shake off the unsettling tension, the nagging question lingered. "So how are they going to show it off if it's so dangerous? What if someone looks at it by accident?"

Kisame shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. "Not my problem. I'm guessing the curse only works if someone's actively trying to see it. Just glancing at it? Maybe it's fine, maybe it's not. Guess we'll find out soon enough."

Naruto sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's real reassuring…"

Kisame chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Relax, Mr. Guard Fox. You'll get your chance to see it soon enough—just try not to fall in love with it."

Kurama's voice cut through Naruto's mind, sharp and biting. What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you even realize what you could have done?!

Naruto stiffened, feeling the weight of Kurama's anger like a heavy cloud. I—I'm sorry, he thought quietly, the seriousness in his voice unmistakable. I didn't think…

Damn right you didn't think! Kurama's bark echoed in Naruto's mind. You stupid little… You're lucky that brute stopped you. Next time you pull a stunt like that, you might not be so lucky. You need to stop acting like a reckless dumbass and start taking things seriously before you get yourself killed!

Naruto swallowed hard, the harshness of Kurama's words leaving no room for argument. I get it. Won't happen again.

It better not! Kurama snapped, his tone still seething. I'm not babysitting your dumb ass just to watch you throw yourself into danger!

Naruto hesitated for a moment, the weight of Kurama's words sinking in deeper than usual. Behind the fox's biting tone, Naruto felt it—a genuine concern, the kind of protectiveness he didn't always expect from his usually gruff companion. For all of Kurama's bluster, there was an underlying fear that gnawed at him, and Naruto could feel it now more than ever.

I know… and I'm grateful, Naruto thought quietly, his mind slowing as the realization settled in. I'm sorry, Kurama. Really. I… He faltered, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right way to express himself. I… um… thank you.

His voice softened, almost awkward in its sincerity. Naruto wasn't used to thanking anyone in this way—especially not Kurama—but he felt it was needed. He wasn't just apologizing for his recklessness; he was acknowledging the depth of Kurama's concern, something that went beyond just words of frustration.

Kurama was silent for a moment, the usual growl in his voice softened, though not entirely gone. Dumbass… Kurama's voice rumbled low, but this time it carried a different weight. I don't need your thanks. Just don't be so damn careless all the time.

Naruto could feel the tension in his chest ease, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation. I'll be more careful. Promise.

---

Back in the VIP booth, Sasuke watched with barely contained disdain as bidders raised their cards, flaunting their wealth to claim each item, regardless of the rising price. Gou had participated in several bids, winning two items so far. Sasuke knew the man could have won them all if he wanted; Gou's wealth seemed limitless from what Sasuke had seen in the ledgers. But Gou was holding back, waiting for the one item that truly mattered—the reason for Sasuke's presence tonight.

The latest auction closed on a lavishly designed pitcher, supposedly containing the essence of the Sanbi. Sasuke wasn't impressed. It was clear to him it was nothing more than tap water. As the auctioneer concluded the sale, Gou leaned closer, his hand sliding lower down Sasuke's waist.

"You know, Rei," Gou whispered, his voice thick with smugness, "I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night after dinner. I have a feeling tonight's going to be even more... interesting."

Sasuke's blood boiled beneath his calm facade, every muscle tensing with the urge to kill. But he forced a composed smile, his tone playful and seductive. "Perhaps, Gou-san… we'll see how the night goes."

Gou's grin widened, pleased with the vague response, but before he could push the conversation further, the lights in the hall dimmed, drawing everyone's attention to the stage. A hush settled over the room as the final and most anticipated item of the night was about to be unveiled.

Sasuke's gaze followed the spotlight as two auction attendants wheeled a large, cloth-covered object onto the stage. It was the grand prize. Flanking them were two figures, their stances firm and imposing. Sasuke's eyes skimmed over them at first, more focused on the prize, but something familiar tugged at the corner of his mind.

The first guard he knew immediately—Kisame. There was no disguising his towering frame and shark-like features. But the other… Sasuke's gaze lingered on the guard to the left. There was something about the way he stood—the hardened expression, the subtle yet confident posture. Sasuke blinked, his brow furrowing as the recognition slowly crept in.

No way...

It took him a moment, but the realization struck hard. That's… Naruto?

Sasuke almost didn't believe it, but then, the guard's eyes flicked in his direction. In an instant, the man's lips quirked into a quick, knowing wink and grin—so fast and subtle that only Sasuke would have caught it. That trademark expression confirmed what Sasuke already suspected.

"Damn…" he muttered under his breath as the shock settled in. Naruto had nailed the part, his transformation so complete that even Sasuke had been fooled, if only for a second. His disguise was flawless, his demeanor uncharacteristically serious, his posture perfect—as if he had truly become one of the Akatsuki.

Gou, unaware of the silent exchange, remained focused on the prize, oblivious to the fact that the man standing in front of him was the same one who had accompanied Haku the night before.

The auctioneer clapped his hands once. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you one of the most coveted and feared relics in all the known world…" He glanced at the attendants who, with shaky hands, clutched onto the cloth, waiting with bated breath for the auctioneer's signal. At his nod, they pulled the cloth away in one swift motion. "The Yata Mirror."

The spotlight illuminated the dark, obsidian-black surface of the mirror. Its polished face absorbed the light rather than reflecting it—an eerie void where a reflection should have been. The edges were adorned with intricate carvings of ancient symbols, their meanings lost to time, though some whispered they hinted at forbidden knowledge.

"This is no ordinary mirror," the auctioneer's voice dropped to a more reverent tone. "Known throughout the world as the Mirror of Shattered Souls, it is said to hold the power of the gods themselves. Legend claims that those it deems worthy are granted unimaginable strength—power that could reshape nations and bring even the mightiest shinobi to their knees."

A ripple of intrigue passed through the crowd as the mirror seemed to pulse with a quiet intensity.

"However," the auctioneer paused, letting the tension hang in the air, "for those deemed unworthy, the mirror bestows not power, but a curse. Their souls are trapped within, sentenced to eternal torment and suffering beyond comprehension. The reflection—or lack thereof—seals your fate. To see nothing on its surface is a mercy, for it means you have been spared from judgment."

The crowd murmured softly, some in awe, others in fear. For Sasuke, it was suffocating, the mirror's presence far more sinister than he anticipated. His pulse quickened—the mirror's dark, featureless surface seemed to pull at him, a silent call that resonated deep within. It wasn't just intrigue—it felt like the mirror was tempting him, beckoning him to look, to see what lay hidden within its cursed depths.

A sudden burning sensation flared behind Sasuke's eyes, his instincts warning him that his Sharingan was on the verge of activating, almost as if the mirror was trying to force it out. His body reacted before he could think, a mixture of dread and panic taking over.

No…

The pull was too strong, the urge to gaze upon the mirror almost unbearable, but he fought against it with every fiber of his being. Desperately trying to suppress the activation, Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hitching in his throat as he instinctively buried his face into Gou's chest, clutching the man's blazer in a desperate attempt to ground himself. His mind spun, filled with horror at his own reaction, but the ominous aura of the mirror still lingered in the back of his consciousness, threatening to break his control.

Gou, misunderstanding entirely, chuckled softly, his hand stroking Sasuke's back as if in comfort. "There, there, Rei. No need to be scared," he whispered, pulling Sasuke closer in what he thought was a protective embrace. "I've got you. Nothing's going to happen while you're with me."

Sasuke's face flushed with embarrassment, the unwanted proximity only worsening his humiliation. Damn it… get it together… He took a breath, forcing himself to calm down, but the lingering sense of dread made it difficult to steady his nerves.

Meanwhile, Naruto stood beside the display, his posture rigid as he stared at the Yata Mirror from his position on the stage. The mirror's presence was oppressive, like a dark cloud hanging over the room. He could feel its weight, its silent promise of power and destruction, and it unsettled him in a way he hadn't expected.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Naruto caught sight of Gou wrapping his arm around Sasuke, pulling him close. A surge of anger flared up inside him, and his fists clenched at his sides, his posture hardening as a dark shadow seemed to pass over his expression. His teeth ground together as the sight of Gou holding Sasuke made his blood boil. That bastard…

Focus, Kurama urged, his voice low and deliberate. Use it. Refine it. Don't lose control.

Naruto's expression shifted into something far more menacing, his aura exuding a dangerous edge. The shift was subtle, but anyone paying attention would have noticed the sudden change in his demeanor. He was doing his best to stay in control, but the sight of Sasuke being touched by Gou made it harder with every passing second.

As the auctioneer continued his speech, unaware of tension in the room thickening in the air. "This relic, shrouded in myth and mystery, has remained out of reach for centuries. But tonight, the Yata Mirror stands before you. A tool of untold power… or ruin."

Standing tall at the center of the stage, the auctioneer raised his hand. The tension in the room was palpable, every eye fixed on the Yata Mirror. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for—the bidding for the grand prize begins." He paused, allowing the anticipation to build, then added, "The starting price: 500 million ryō."

A collective murmur rippled through the audience. Even among these wealthy bidders, the starting amount was staggering. Still, cards began to rise.

"500 million!" the auctioneer called. "Do I hear 600?"

One after another, the bids flew in, each more outrageous than the last. The price soared, far exceeding the expectations of even the most seasoned collectors. Sasuke could hear the chaos of the auction, and felt the shift as Gou raised his hand nonchalantly, placing yet another bid. But all Sasuke could focus on was the oppressive weight of the Yata Mirror.

His breath came in quick, shallow gasps, every inhale a fight to calm the torrent raging inside him. His face remained buried in Gou's chest, and his body was locked in tension, as if the mirror's very presence was pressing down on him. He clutched Gou's blazer, knuckles white, desperate to fight the pull of the dark aura emanating from the relic.

The mission. Focus on the mission. Sasuke's pulse quickened, his instincts firing sharply. He had to get that mirror.

"I want that," Sasuke murmured into Gou's chest, his voice muffled but firm, struggling to keep it steady.

Gou blinked, surprised by the request. He tilted his head down, confusion flickering in his eyes. "You—want the mirror?" He chuckled nervously, trying to dismiss the request. "Surely, you don't mean that. I've already secured so many treasures for you tonight. What about the blood diamond 'orchid brooch'? I was planning to present it to you later… when we were alone." Gou's voice dropped suggestively, his hand slipping lower on Sasuke's waist. "It would complement your figure beautifully."

His tone softened, turning almost condescending. "You can have anything I've won tonight—or something else altogether. Something more... fitting for someone as delicate as you. Given your refined nature, that mirror is far too barbaric to present to you as a gift."

The unintentional insult seared through Sasuke, but he kept his expression cool. He had a role to play. And he was about to play it perfectly.

"Delicate…" Sasuke purred, letting a smirk curl at his lips. "Oh, my dear Gou-san, you're making this far too easy…"

Gou's brow furrowed, only catching fragments of 'Rei's' low murmur. "What was that?"

Sasuke lifted his head from Gou's chest just enough to look him in the eye, the coy expression never faltering. His hand slid up, brushing softly against Gou's cheek, the touch light but intentional. "You promised to get me anything I wanted, didn't you?" His voice dropped to a seductive whisper, the words almost a caress.

Gou's breath hitched. 'Rei's' eyes darkened, drawing him in. As fingers slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, Gou's pulse quickened. His mind swam with thoughts of what was about to happen, his gaze flicking down to 'Rei's' lips, anticipation building with each passing second.

But Sasuke had other plans.

Leaning in just enough for the tension to thicken between them, Sasuke's Sharingan flickered to life, the red light glowing briefly before locking Gou in place. The hypnotic grip took hold, and Gou's mind went blank, his will dissolving under the pull of Sasuke's control.

You will get it for me… no matter the cost…

Sasuke's voice whispered directly into Gou's consciousness, his words a sharp contrast to the seductive tone.

I don't give a damn if it drains your coffers—win that mirror for me. Now.

The suggestion burrowed deep into Gou's mind, his expression softening into a dazed, obedient state. To anyone else, it looked like 'Rei' had whispered a sultry promise, but Sasuke knew the real work had been done. The command was planted, and Gou's reaction would be immediate.

The next bid came, and Gou raised his card with a newfound intensity. "800 million!"

The auctioneer didn't skip a beat. "800 million ryō, ladies and gentlemen! Do I hear 850?"

Across the room, one more hand rose in defiance. "850 million!"

Kisame, standing near the stage with Naruto, let out a low whistle. "Heh, looks like Gou's going for broke... ready to throw everything he's got for that damn mirror." His shark-like grin widened, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Should be fun to watch."

In the back of Naruto's mind, Kurama's voice rumbled darkly, a low growl accompanying the words. Damn, Sasuke's pulling out all the stops. Gou's about to bleed, and he doesn't even know it yet.

Naruto's eyes narrowed, the disgust in his voice evident as he responded mentally, As he should. Filthy prick deserves worse for putting his hands on Sasuke. Let him dig his own grave.

Kurama's deep chuckle reverberated through Naruto's consciousness, dark and pleased. That he will, brat... without a doubt.

Back in the VIP booth, Gou's personal accountant—an older woman with sharp eyes and even sharper instincts—leaned in, whispering urgently, "Gou-sama, this is too much! We should stop—another bid like this will drain our reserves well beyond recovery!"

But Gou was too far gone, his mind bound tightly by Sasuke's command. With a harsh shove, he pushed the woman away, his eyes glazed over, filled with a single, desperate determination. "1 billion!" His voice cracked through the tense atmosphere like a whip.

Gasps rippled through the auction house. Even the auctioneer hesitated, momentarily stunned by the audacity of the bid. "1 billion ryō!" he called, his voice almost trembling. "Do I hear 1.1?"

Across the room, the last remaining bidder raised a his card, undeterred. "1.1 billion!"

Sasuke's gaze never wavered from Gou, his Sharingan still glowing faintly as he watched the man crumble beneath the pressure he himself had forced into his mind. Gou's body trembled, but his focus was unbreakable, every fiber of his being directed toward winning the mirror.

Gou's grip tightened around the railing in front of him, his knuckles whitening under the strain. "1.5 billion!" he bellowed, his voice raw with desperation.

The auctioneer's gavel hovered in the air, his eyes wide as they swept the room. No one else dared to raise their hand.

"1.5 billion going once… going twice…"

The room held its breath, the tension thick and heavy.

"Sold!" The gavel struck the podium with finality, the echo of it hanging in the air.

Gou sagged back into his seat, sweat trickling down his face, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as adrenaline surged through his veins. Sasuke, sensing the moment, slowly eased his Sharingan's hold on Gou's mind, watching with a cold satisfaction as the man began to comprehend what he had done—he'd just bid an astronomical sum for a cursed mirror, all for 'Rei.'

Gou turned to 'Rei,' a smug yet weary grin spreading across his face, utterly unaware of the true nature behind his victory. "It's all yours, my dear. I hope you understand just how much that's going to cost me."

Sasuke forced a smirk, playing his part flawlessly. He leaned into the charade, his voice soft and coaxing as he pressed against Gou's side. "Oh, I know," he purred, resting his head on Gou's shoulder. "And I hope you know how much your efforts mean to me."

Gou's satisfaction radiated next to him, his arm tightening possessively around Sasuke's shoulders. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper meant only for Sasuke's ears. "Oh, I do… and I know exactly how you'll repay me. I hope it was worth every ryō."

Sasuke's smirk deepened, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. Worth every ryō, huh? He thought, suppressing a scoff. You have no idea…

---

With the auction concluded, the bidders had been escorted out to enjoy refreshments while the winners finalized their purchases. In the dimly lit back room, Naruto stood next to Kisame, his posture tense as he eyed the Yata Mirror, now once again concealed beneath its intricately woven cloth. The muted murmurs of the auctioneer's assistant and Gou's accountant filled the air, their negotiations dragging on. The accountant's sharp voice grated on Naruto's nerves, each passing second fraying his patience.

Kisame leaned lazily against the wall, though Naruto could feel the coiled tension radiating off him, as if waiting for a reason to act. He wasn't the only one growing impatient.

The accountant was deeply engrossed in the back-and-forth with the assistant, her sharp eyes darting between the contract and the assistant's notes, clearly angling for something. Adjusting her glasses, she scanned the document one last time before finally speaking up, her voice crisp. "Transfer of Ownership for the Yata Mirror will be registered under Onimaru Gou."

Naruto's eyes narrowed sharply at her words, the suspicion that had been simmering beneath the surface now spiking. "What?" he muttered under his breath, his tone low and loaded with disbelief. While couldn't be entirely certain, from what he saw during the bidding, it was obvious Sasuke had used his Sharingan to manipulate Gou. Naruto had witnessed that influence enough times to recognize the telltale signs. No way Sasuke would have let Gou think the Yata Mirror was his to keep.

Kisame caught the shift immediately, a predatory grin curling at the corners of his mouth. Pushing off the wall, he stepped forward. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual, though the weight behind it was impossible to miss.

The accountant froze for a moment, glancing warily at Kisame.

Kisame's grin widened as he tilted his head, his voice dropping dangerously low. "You know, Hōkaito doesn't take kindly to cheats, especially in Entaiyō District. Fairness and truth—that's what keeps this place running." His eyes gleamed with amusement, though the edge in his voice was unmistakable. "So, if you're playing games with this transfer, lady, you better make sure every word you're saying holds up. Because if they don't... well, you and your boss are going to have a very bad night—I guarantee it."

The accountant stiffened, her face paling as the weight of his words settled in. Her fingers twitched nervously at the edges of the contract, beads of sweat forming along her temple. Behind her, two of Gou's security detail stood tensely, their hands hovering near their weapons. They exchanged nervous glances, clearly reluctant to challenge the Akatsuki—they hadn't signed up for this kind of confrontation.

The auction assistant glanced between the accountant and Kisame, confusion and anxiety etched on her face. Before she could ask for clarification, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hall. Gou strode into the room, Sasuke by his side, flanked by the remainder of his security detail. His arm was still possessively wrapped around Sasuke's waist, a sight that sent a fresh wave of anger surging through Naruto. His eyes darkened, fists clenching at his sides, while Sasuke's expression remained carefully neutral.

Still basking in the satisfaction of his recent victory, Gou approached the group with a confident swagger. His expression soured, however, when he noticed the air of tension hanging over the negotiations. His brow furrowed as his gaze flicked between his accountant and the others. "What's the holdup?" he asked, his voice low and edged with impatience.

The accountant's lips tightened slightly as she glanced nervously between Sasuke and her boss. "Apologies, Gou-sama. There seems to be a... misunderstanding concerning the procurement of the Yata Mirror."

Gou's eyes narrowed. "A 'misunderstanding'?"

The accountant shifted uneasily. "Yes, Gou-sama. Regarding ownership... I thought we agreed to—"

"Shut your mouth," Naruto snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. The sudden harshness of his tone startled everyone, including Sasuke, who blinked in surprise. Kisame, however, looked on with approval, his smirk widening.

Naruto stepped forward, his presence commanding. "You want to leave here in one piece, then you'll shut up and let this young lady speak," he said, pointing at the auction assistant. His voice dropped lower, filled with unmistakable menace. "Your words can't be trusted." The sharpness of his tone caused the accountant to visibly stiffen, her body recoiling instinctively under the weight of his words.

The auction assistant, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the room, cleared her throat, trying to alleviate the growing tension. "Um… well, Gou-sama, I just need clarification on the transfer of ownership for the Yata Mirror. We require the name on the contract, as per the auction house's policy."

Gou smirked, his shoulders relaxing as he chuckled. "Seriously? That's it? And here I thought we had a real issue with the books." He shook his head dismissively. "Fine, put next to the Yata Mirror—"

"Gou-san." Sasuke's eyes flickered red, the unmistakable flash of the Sharingan showing through for a brief second. His hand rested gently on Gou's chest, pulling the man's gaze toward him. Under the influence of the Sharingan's suggestion, Gou's focus sharpened on 'Rei,' his attention captivated.

In a tone smoother than silk, one that Naruto had never heard from Sasuke before, he spoke softly. "The Yata Mirror... you got it for me, right, Gou-san?"

Sasuke's voice was calm, velvety, pulling Gou in even deeper. His hand slid from Gou's chest to the nape of his neck, lightly tracing the collar of the man's blazer as their eyes locked.

Naruto, hold... Kurama growled inside his mind, sensing the simmering rage ready to erupt. He could feel Naruto's instinct to lash out, to tear Sasuke away from Gou and rip the man apart—limb from limb—but the fox's firm command kept him in check.

The accountant, growing increasingly wary, tried to interject. "Gou-sama, that—"

"Yes," Gou interrupted, nodding eagerly, his voice thick with unfiltered obedience. "Of course, my dear. I got it for you."

Sasuke's heart raced slightly as he turned to the auction assistant, a calculated smile tugging at his lips. "If you would permit me," he began smoothly, "I'd like to personally write my name. After all, my surname is... rather unique. It would be much easier for me to write it than to relay it to you." His smile widened. "I'd hate for it to be misspelled."

A smirk twitched at the corners of Naruto's mouth. Sasuke wasn't wrong—his last name was definitely unique.

The auction assistant, blissfully unaware of the dynamics at play, nodded and handed the quill to Sasuke. With deliberate care, Sasuke took the quill and swiftly scrawled his name across the contract, the satisfaction of sealing the deal settling in as the ink dried. The assistant then passed the document to Gou, who, under Sasuke's thrall, signed it without hesitation, his gaze never wavering from Sasuke's face.

Once Gou's signature marked the paper, the auction assistant smiled, confirming that the transfer was complete. "Everything is finalized," she said, her tone professional. "The auction house will handle the rest." She cast a glance at Kisame, her eyes seeking confirmation. "The Yata Mirror now belongs to the young man standing next to Gou-sama, yes?"

Kisame grinned, his shark-like teeth gleaming as he gave a slow nod. "That's right. The Akatsuki will ensure it's delivered safely to wherever he wants it."

Satisfied, the assistant handed a copy of the signed contract—detailing all of Gou's winnings and the transfer of ownerships—to the accountant, bowing politely to everyone in the room before quietly excusing herself.

As the door clicked shut, a heavy silence filled the room. A deep sense of satisfaction washed over Sasuke. The package he and Naruto were tasked to retrieve—the Yata Mirror—was officially theirs. Gou, oblivious to the manipulation, grinned down at him, his arms snaking possessively around Sasuke's waist from behind. "It's all yours," he murmured smugly. His breath was warm against Sasuke's ear as he whispered, "And soon… you'll be mine."

Naruto's patience snapped. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles cracking audibly as he stepped forward. Kurama, sensing the fury boiling within, rumbled with approval in Naruto's mind. Go on, the fox growled darkly. Tear him apart. I won't stop you.

Naruto didn't hesitate. "Get your filthy fucking hands off him," he snarled, his voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. Gou's security detail immediately tensed, their hands instinctively moving toward their weapons, but the sight of Kisame's looming figure kept them rooted in place.

Gou chuckled softly, tightening his grip around Sasuke's waist. "You know, Rei, your allure seems to make people a bit possessive of you—even those you've just met can't seem to resist," he murmured, clearly misreading Naruto's fury as nothing more than a jealous reaction. "Far too alluring for your own good, aren't you?"

Sasuke's lips curled into a dangerous smile, his eyes gleaming with a quiet menace. "Is that what you think, Gou-san?" His tone was smooth, almost teasing, but the sharp edge in his voice was unmistakable. "I thought Haku warned you, didn't he?"

A soft, mocking laugh escaped Sasuke's lips, causing confusion to flicker across Gou's face. "This idiot," Sasuke continued, gesturing toward Naruto, who remained tense and bristling beside him, "is deeply loyal. He's rather… overprotective of me."

Before Gou could register the meaning behind Sasuke's words, Sasuke's hand shot up, seizing Gou's wrist in a vice-like grip. "And no matter how many times I tell him I can handle things myself," Sasuke's voice lowered to a cold murmur, "he always forgets."

Without warning, Sasuke twisted Gou's wrist violently, a sickening crack echoing through the room. Gou let out a pained cry, his knees buckling as he dropped to the floor, clutching the hand that held his shattered wrist.

His bodyguards tensed, stepping forward in unison, but they hesitated when Sasuke's grip tightened, twisting Gou's wrist back even further. The threat was clear—one more step, and their boss would suffer more.

Gou gasped, his face pale as sweat began to bead on his forehead. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?" he rasped, barely able to breathe through the pain.

Sasuke didn't even look at him. Instead, his attention shifted to Kisame, who was watching the scene unfold with a lazy grin. "You won't interfere, will you?"

Kisame unfolded his arms, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Interfere? Nah," he drawled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "The package goes where you say, kid. Per the contract, we're just the delivery service. Where to?"

Sasuke's gaze shifted back to Gou, his voice calm and unbothered. "Konoha. To the Yondaime Hokage."

Gou's bodyguards bristled at the mention of Konoha, their hands instinctively gripping the hilt of their weapons. The tension in the room thickened as the realization dawned on them. Only ninja unaffiliated with a hidden village had the authority to operate within Hōkaito. But, to mention Konoha—it could only mean they were dealing with far more than a simple visitor, let alone a mercenary.

Gou, still writhing in pain, stared at Sasuke with wide, panicked eyes. "Who… who the hell are you?"

The accountant, who had been nervously clutching the contract, glanced down at the name written beside the ownership transfer for the Yata Mirror. Her breath caught in her throat as she paled, eyes widening in horror. "U-Uchiha… Uchiha Sa—"

Before she could finish, Sasuke twisted Gou's wrist sharply once again, another loud crack reverberating through the air as the man screamed in agony; the seemingly small maneuver dislocated the joint completely, the tendons snapping in half. Sasuke wasted no time, using Gou's chest as leverage, pushing off and flipping backward with effortless grace to land beside Naruto.

Naruto, seething with barely contained fury, cast a dark, murderous glare at Gou, who was writhing on the floor, clutching his mangled wrist. "Glad to see I'm not the only one who thought he deserved that," Naruto muttered, his voice thick with contempt.

Sasuke straightened, his expression cold and detached as he brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his face. "I've had enough of this little charade," he said coolly, turning to Naruto with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Shall we?"

Naruto's grin was savage as his posture shifted, fists tightening in anticipation. "About damn time."

Gou's security detail, shaken by the sudden turn of events, finally made their move. Weapons drawn, they surged forward with a desperate charge. But they were no match for Naruto and Sasuke's combined reflexes.

Sasuke slipped effortlessly into his fighting stance, dodging the first blow from one of the guards before sweeping his leg out, sending the man crashing to the ground. Naruto, meanwhile, intercepted two more, deflecting their strikes with a ferocity that was fueled by his pent-up rage.

One of the guards, too focused on the chaos, edged dangerously close to the Yata Mirror. Before he could realize his mistake, Kisame's deep voice rumbled through the air. "Ah, ah, ah. Can't have you touching that." With a single swing of Samehada, the guard was cut down, his body crumpling to the floor.

Kisame chuckled, clearly enjoying the violence. "Oops. Guess I got a little carried away." He glanced at the remaining guards, his grin widening. "Looks like I'm joining the fun after all. Can't let you idiots ruin the merchandise."

The remaining guards, eyes wide with fear, hesitated for a split second—but that was all Naruto and Sasuke needed.

The room erupted into organized chaos as the two shinobi moved in perfect sync, dismantling Gou's security detail with ruthless precision. Kisame, grinning like a predator reveling in the hunt, swung Samehada with reckless abandon. Each swing kept the guards away from the Yata Mirror, his massive blade cutting through the air with a menacing hum. Though he claimed to be protecting the mirror, it was clear he was simply enjoying the chance to fight.

Bodies fell as Naruto and Sasuke weaved through the combat with ruthless efficiency, their movements seamless. Yet in the flurry of violence, one of Gou's guards, staggering from a mortal blow delivered by Kisame, grabbed at the cloth concealing the mirror. His bloodied fingers clutched it desperately as he crumpled to the floor, dragging the shroud down with him in his final moments.

The Yata Mirror was exposed.

The obsidian-black surface gleamed under the dim lights, absorbing all the energy in the room. For a moment, time seemed to slow, as if the very presence of the mirror commanded attention.

It was then that Sasuke's eyes were drawn to it—unbidden, uncontrollable.

He froze mid-movement, the world around him vanishing as his gaze locked onto the mirror's void-like reflection. His Sharingan activated of its own accord, burning crimson as it reacted to the sinister energy emanating from the artifact. The room, the battle, the sounds of clashing metal and bodies hitting the ground—all of it faded, and Sasuke was left staring into the abyss.

The air felt heavier, charged with something ancient and unsettling. Sasuke's pulse quickened, and before he could look away, the mirror's dark void rippled, distorting as something began to emerge from within.

It wasn't his reflection.

A figure appeared—young, regal, and draped in a white kimono that shimmered with subtle, intricate patterns. His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, loosely tied near the ends. His eyes were closed, his expression serene yet commanding, as though he stood on the threshold of power unfathomable to any mortal. The air around him vibrated with a pressure that pressed down on Sasuke, heavy and suffocating.

Sasuke's heart pounded as he stared at the figure in the mirror. The man's presence was overwhelming, magnetic, and something about him felt terrifyingly familiar, yet completely unknown.

As Sasuke's gaze lingered, the figure's lips parted, his voice a faint whisper that seemed to bypass the world around them, speaking directly to Sasuke's soul.

Finally... I found you…

Sasuke's breath hitched as the figure's eyes slowly began to open, glowing with an eerie, burning red that rivaled the Sharingan's intensity. The strength of the man's presence began to pull him deeper, as though the mirror itself was drawing him in—binding him to the figure within.

But before those eyes could fully meet Sasuke's, a shout rang through the air, piercing through the haze.

"Sasuke, look out!"

Naruto's voice yanked Sasuke back to reality just as Gou appeared behind him, a weapon raised high, aimed at Sasuke's exposed back. Before Sasuke could react, Naruto's body collided with his, shoving him out of the way. The blade meant for Sasuke slashed across Naruto's arm instead, a deep gash instantly forming as the weapon cut through muscle.

Naruto winced, staggering but still on his feet, his arm already beginning to go numb. Without hesitation, he swung around and drove a hard punch into Gou's chest, the force of it sending the man flying backward. Gou crashed against the wall with a sickening thud, the air forced from his lungs as he collapsed in a heap.

"Damn it…" Naruto grunted, clutching his injured arm as he tried to steady his breath. His vision blurred slightly, and a strange sensation began to spread through his body.

"Naruto!" Sasuke's voice rang out, concern flashing across his face as he knelt beside his friend.

Kurama's growl rumbled ominously in Naruto's mind. This isn't just a poison, Naruto. Something's off—it's messing with our connection. I don't know what this is, but we need to get the hell out of here, now!

The substance was spreading through his bloodstream quickly, and Naruto could already feel his arm growing heavier, the muscles unresponsive. His breathing became labored, and a creeping sense of disorientation began to take hold.

Kisame, still swinging Samehada at the remaining guards, caught sight of Naruto's injury and the growing number of reinforcements rushing in to secure Gou. With a savage grin, he delivered another brutal blow to one of Gou's men, sending him flying across the room before calling out, "Get going! Back to Haku—Tobi will be waiting. I'll handle things here."

Sasuke didn't hesitate. He pulled Naruto to his feet, draping his unresponsive arm over his shoulder for support. "Can you still move?" Sasuke asked, his voice steady but urgent.

Naruto gritted his teeth, trying to shake off the encroaching numbness. "Yeah, I can… but my arm's dead weight." He winced as another wave of disorientation hit him. "This is bad… whatever's in this stuff, it's fast."

Sasuke tightened his grip on Naruto. "We'll figure it out. Let's move."

As the reinforcements poured in and Kisame's brutal laughter echoed through the chamber, Sasuke and Naruto slipped out through the side exit, disappearing into the labyrinth of alleyways that was to lead them back to the Velvet Lotus.

The Yata Mirror, still standing ominously in the center of the chaos, seemed to pulse with unseen power, a silent witness to the unfolding events.

---

The rain poured down in relentless sheets as Sasuke struggled to support Naruto, whose breaths were coming in harsh, ragged gasps. Naruto's body was trembling, the drug tearing through his system like wildfire, making it harder for him to move. Each step felt heavier than the last as the two stumbled through the darkened streets.

Naruto groaned, a deep, guttural sound as pain flared in his arm. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm tightly. Sasuke knelt beside him in a panic, pulling back the cloak to inspect the wound. His stomach churned when he saw how discolored and swollen Naruto's arm had become—the skin darkening into an unnatural hue, spreading rapidly from the point of injury.

"What the fuck…" Naruto hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, before another wave of agony ripped through him, causing him to bite down hard on his lip to suppress a scream. Blood welled up at the corner of his mouth.

You need to stop the poison… Kurama's voice broke through the haze in Naruto's mind, crackling with strain as if coming from far away. Cut off the circulation... now!

Naruto's breathing was labored, but he managed to gasp out a few disjointed words. "Tourniquet… stop the poison… spreading…"

Sasuke didn't waste a second. He tore a strip of fabric from his outfit, his hands trembling as he quickly tied it around Naruto's arm, just above the wound. His fingers worked swiftly, pulling it tight, hoping to slow the poison's progress. Naruto let out a sharp hiss as the pressure hit, but his head dropped forward, beads of sweat and rain mingling on his forehead.

"Just hang on," Sasuke murmured, his own heart racing, the urgency gnawing at him. He knelt closer, gripping Naruto's good arm to pull him to his feet when—

A sudden, violent force yanked Sasuke backward, his head slamming into the rough stone wall.

Everything went dark for a second. His vision swam as pain shot through his skull, disorienting him. Dazed, Sasuke barely had time to react before a fist grabbed his hair, yanking his head back with brutal force and slamming it against the wall again. Stars burst behind his eyes as the impact sent a sickening crack through his senses. His knees buckled beneath him, and he was dragged into the shadows of a narrow alley.

Gou's voice was a low, venomous snarl, dripping with malice. "You thought you could make a fool out of me, 'Rei'? You tricked me—you humiliated me. Now you're going to pay." His breath was hot and reeked of rage as he yanked Sasuke's face toward the wet pavement, pinning him down with his full weight.

Sasuke's head pounded as blood trickled down his temple. He tried to move, but Gou's strength pinned him against the cold stone beneath him, his body pressing hard into Sasuke's back. He struggled to lift his arms, but his muscles felt heavy, unresponsive. He had no chance to activate his Sharingan—Gou wasn't giving him the room or the time.

"Bet you thought you were clever, didn't you?" Gou hissed, his voice full of bitter rage. His hands roughly grabbed at Sasuke's clothes, the sound of fabric tearing filling the narrow alleyway. "Let's see how much you like being used…"

Panic shot through Sasuke's mind like ice. He thrashed beneath Gou, his body desperately trying to fight back, but the earlier battle, the disorienting pain, and Gou's strength were overwhelming.

No… no, this isn't happening. I won't—

Gou's hands roamed over him, disgusting and forceful, fingers digging into his skin, tearing at his clothing, sending a wave of dread and nausea surging through Sasuke. His mind raced, frantically searching for a way out, but everything felt like it was spiraling out of control, slipping beyond his grasp.

No… No… No…! No! NO!

And then—

A roar, feral and full of rage, shattered the tension in the air. Naruto's body, drenched in rain and burning with fury, slammed into Gou with an almost inhuman force. Gou was torn off Sasuke like a ragdoll, his body thrown viciously into the nearby wall, the stone cracking from the impact.

Naruto was on him in an instant.

Sasuke, breathless and disoriented, watched as Naruto unleashed a storm of violence upon Gou. Naruto's fists were a blur, each strike landing with sickening force. Gou's face contorted in agony as blood splattered across the alley, his body crumpling beneath the weight of Naruto's rage.

But Naruto didn't stop.

He was lost.

Naruto's eyes—glowing red with the overpowering influence of Kurama's chakra—were wild, unfocused, and seething with fury. The drug and the chakra had merged into something uncontrollable, and Sasuke could see it. This wasn't the Naruto he knew. His punches became more erratic, more savage, each one drawing out more blood, more groans of pain from Gou, who was already barely conscious.

"Naruto!" Sasuke shouted, but his voice was weak, his throat raw from the earlier struggle. He could barely stand, but somehow he found the strength to push himself to his feet, staggering toward the scene unfolding in front of him. "Stop!"

Naruto didn't hear him. He was too far gone.

Gou's body lay limp under Naruto's relentless assault, his face battered beyond recognition, but Naruto's fists kept coming. Sasuke's heart raced, adrenaline pushing him forward. He couldn't let this happen—he couldn't let Naruto lose control like this again.

With a burst of strength, Sasuke lunged forward and grabbed Naruto from behind, his arms wrapping around Naruto's torso as he pulled him back. "Stop! Naruto, STOP !" Sasuke shouted, his voice desperate. He yanked Naruto back, dragging him away from Gou's bloodied form, his own body straining from the effort.

For a split second, everything froze.

Then, in a blur of motion, Naruto turned on Sasuke, his hand shooting up to grab Sasuke's throat. His grip was brutal as he slammed Sasuke into the stone wall, pinning him there. Sasuke's breath was knocked out of him as his back hit the wall hard, his head throbbing from the impact.

Naruto's eyes—wild, red, and furious—locked onto Sasuke's, and for a terrifying moment, Sasuke saw a darkness he hadn't seen in a long time.

Those eyes… it's the same as before…

Naruto's face was twisted with something primal, something dangerous, his grip tightening around Sasuke's throat. Sasuke's pulse raced as panic began to take hold. His vision blurred at the edges as he gasped for air, his mind flashing back to that moment—the moment that had changed everything.

Not again… not like this.

Sasuke tried to speak, tried to call out to him, but Naruto's grip tightened, and the words caught in his throat. His body trembled, not just from the pain but from the fear—the fear that he'd lost Naruto to this madness, the same madness that had torn them apart before.

Suddenly, a powerful blow struck Naruto's neck from behind, and the tension snapped.

Naruto collapsed, his body crumpling to the ground as Zabuza loomed over him, his blade resting casually on his shoulder.

"Seems Haku's intuition was on point, yet again…" Zabuza muttered, his voice dry as he looked down at Naruto, now unconscious at his feet. He glanced over at Sasuke, who was still slumped against the wall, struggling to catch his breath.

Zabuza hoisted Naruto and Gou over his shoulders effortlessly, his eyes narrowing at Sasuke. "Come on, kid. Let's get you both back before things get worse."

Sasuke, his body shaking from adrenaline and fear, could only nod in response. He pushed himself off the wall, following Zabuza back into the rain, his mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.

---

Sasuke followed Zabuza through the hidden corridor of the Velvet Lotus, the heavy air pressing down on him. Each step echoed faintly, the dim light casting shadows along the narrow walls. Naruto's ragged breaths filled the silence, the sound gnawing at Sasuke's already frayed nerves. The rain began to settle down outside, the soft patter against the roof almost soothing if not for the turmoil raging within him.

When they finally reached the secluded room, Zabuza pushed the door open, and they were met with the sight of Haku and Tobi waiting inside. Haku's eyes widened the moment he saw Sasuke's blood-streaked face and Naruto's unconscious form draped across Zabuza's shoulders.

Zabuza moved swiftly, laying Naruto gently onto the bed. Sasuke watched, his heart pounding, unable to tear his gaze away from Naruto's still form. The room was thick with tension, but for a brief moment, everything seemed to slow as Haku crossed the room to Sasuke, his movements calm but deliberate.

"Sasuke," Haku murmured, guiding him to the nearby couch, "sit down." His voice was soft, almost too soft. "Let's clean you up."

Sasuke hesitated, his eyes flicking from Haku to Naruto, his pulse quickening. "But—"

"You need to let me tend to you." Haku's tone was gentle but firm, and despite the concern in his voice, there was an underlying urgency. Sasuke allowed himself to be pushed down onto the couch, though his gaze never left Naruto.

Tobi leaned over Naruto, pulling back the torn sleeve to inspect the dark, swollen wound on his arm. His eyes narrowed as he touched the discolored skin, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "This isn't good," he muttered. Pulling out a small mobile, Tobi quickly contacted Sasori, his voice quiet but tense as he relayed the details of Naruto's condition. Sasuke could only catch snippets of the conversation, but each word sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him.

Sasuke's body tensed as he watched Tobi and Haku move with swift precision. He was dimly aware of Haku dabbing at the gash on his forehead, but his focus remained on Naruto, who lay motionless, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Tobi finished his call and stood, crossing the room to where Sasuke sat. This time, his demeanor was more serious, lacking his usual teasing edge. Kneeling in front of Sasuke, he met his eyes directly. "Don't worry, little cousin," he said softly, his voice unusually calm. "Naruto will be fine. Sasori is on his way with the antidote, and he'll take care of everything."

Sasuke didn't respond right away. The fear twisting in his chest was too much to express, but something in Tobi's words—a rare, genuine assurance—brought the smallest flicker of relief.

Half an hour later, the room door opened and Sasori entered, his usual composed expression steady as he assessed the situation. Without a word, he moved to Naruto's side, setting up IV fluids and carefully administering the antidote.

"The discoloration will start to fade immediately," Sasori explained, his voice calm, as though discussing something mundane. "The external effects should vanish within the hour, and after a couple of days of rest, he'll be mobile again. Full recovery will take three days, maybe less."

Sasuke's worry deepened despite the assurance. His voice came out strained, almost desperate. "But we were supposed to leave tomorrow… We're expected back in Konoha by tomorrow evening."

Haku, who had been working diligently to clean the wound on Sasuke's forehead, paused. "You're not leaving tomorrow." His voice was matter-of-fact, but there was a softness to it. "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. I'll make sure both of you are taken care of. No expense spared." He smiled briefly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You and Naruto deserve some rest."

Sasori, having finished his work on Naruto, gave a nod to Tobi before stepping back. Tobi looked at Sasuke and added quietly, "We'll personally make sure your 'prize' arrives safely in Konoha. Kisame and I will see to it."

Once Sasori and Tobi left, a cold silence settled in the room. Haku's eyes darkened as he turned his attention to the unconscious form of Onimaru Gou, who was bound tightly on the floor, his face bloodied and bruised from Naruto's earlier attack. Zabuza stood off to the side, his arms crossed, waiting for instructions. Haku wiped his hands clean, his expression shifting to something colder, more lethal.

"What should we do with him?" Zabuza asked, his voice low, as though the decision had already been made.

Haku studied Sasuke for a long moment, his eyes scanning the torn fabric and dried blood on Sasuke's temple. "This was one of my favorite outfits," Haku muttered absently, before his expression hardened. He took Sasuke's hands gently, though his gaze was piercing. "But more importantly, Sasuke… did Gou touch you?"

The question hit Sasuke like a punch to the gut. He stiffened, fists clenching instinctively as the memory of Gou's hands on him resurfaced. He looked away, refusing to meet Haku's eyes. "…It's not a big deal," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly despite his attempt to downplay it. "He… he touched me a lot tonight."

Haku's lips pressed into a thin line, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You're being considerate. I appreciate that." He leaned in closer, his tone more direct, more urgent. "But I'm not asking about 'Rei.' I'm asking about you, Sasuke. Did he touch you in a way you didn't want? A way you couldn't stop?"

Sasuke's throat tightened. He hesitated, knowing that his answer would set off a chain of events he couldn't control. But the memory of Gou's vile hands, the humiliation crawling under his skin, was too much to suppress. His voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. "…Yes."

Haku's expression darkened, eyes cold as ice. After a brief squeeze of Sasuke's hands, he rose to his feet, turning to Zabuza. The unspoken command was clear.

Zabuza didn't need to hear anything more. "Consider it done," he muttered, lifting Gou's limp body over his shoulder and leaving the room without another word.

Haku sighed softly, his demeanor softening again as he looked at Sasuke. "Get some rest," he said gently. "You've been through enough tonight." He placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, giving him a final, understanding look before leaving the room.

Now alone, Sasuke's gaze fell on Naruto, still unconscious on the bed. His chest tightened painfully, each breath heavier as he stared at Naruto's pale, unmoving form. He knew he should clean up, or at least change into some dry clothes, but the sight of Naruto lying so still—so vulnerable—was unbearable. The room felt suffocating, the air too thick, too heavy, pressing down on him with the weight of everything that had happened.

Sasuke barely made it a few steps before his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of fear and guilt. His mind spun with everything he should've done, every step he could've taken to avoid this. But none of it mattered now. His breath hitched as he buried his face in his arms, pulling his knees to his chest as the weight of it all crashed down.

"I'm sorry…" The words barely escaped his lips, muffled and broken. His voice cracked, raw with emotion, the apology trembling in the dark. "I'm so sorry…"

The rain outside intensified, tapping gently against the windows, a steady rhythm that filled the silence pressing in around him. Each drop seemed to echo the storm raging within, a quiet reminder of everything that had gone wrong. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood still clinging to him.

For a moment, the world narrowed to just the sound of the rain and the heavy weight of guilt settling deep in Sasuke's chest. It clung to him, suffocating and unyielding, as he sat in the dimly lit room—alone, drowning in the quiet of his own regret.