The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,354
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6
Author's Notes:
Reviews: HAHA, no one could look as cute as my lazy ninja. Anyway, it was a swap of roles. It was Danzo trying to hurt Naruto, Sai was against the idea. Now it was Sai unwilling betraying Naruto and Danzo making amends. Isn't it ironic?
To the first reviewer : i hope you haven't stop reading just because Naruto/Shikamaru became background...please be patient:)
I decided to commit to writing this story with all i got. So all the emotions and feelings. I want you to know to understand every character well. I want you to like the villians even when you should hate them. I want u to wonder if the people who are suppose to be good are faultless. I want this to have a story line within a storyline. I be telling everyone story if i can
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Jiraiya Goketsu, once the number one pervert of the Police department, well more with words and sneaking into the women’s change room (nothing was made of it, because the women actually enjoy the attention and loved catching him red handed – it almost became a game), was now a old grave man, in a wheelchair.
Once a war hero (bravey, and valour) of Vietnam (He was born in Australia, with a Japanese father), he was harden by the sights of a war he just could not understand. A senseless war, that has left most of his friends DIA (Die in Action). Then the Americans had to go and bomb the country to bits, the very same country they trying to save. Go figure.
So, with a world gone crazy, how else can a man cope? It was really a defense mechanism, that is once serious young man turned into a infamous shirt chaser, with such an comical attitude, yet it was another defense mechanism, that sent him back into that serious fellow.
Hey, why take life seriously if your life can be taken away from you in a blink of an eye? Why was time being serious and frowning, when you can laugh and have a spring in your step? Life was short, and he, of all people know it too well. The Vietnamese people has a song, there only sixty years in a lifetime after all. He has pass those sixty years, ten years ago. Maybe that why life feel so much like a burden on his shoulders then joy. His wife died when he was forty – they married when she was twenty –eight, he was thirty- five. She died in childbirth. A pair of twins. One boy and one girl. A pigeon pair – beautiful at sight, even as their breath and heart stop after two hours of being born. He never married again.
But that all blew out the window with just one night. One decision that came crashing home. He was a total fool to think that his wisdom could be able to save those under himself. His confidence, no his cockiness, made him believe his plan was invincible. He had sent his two best soliders out to a unknown, uncertain war and both has perish in the worse possible way.
Their blood was on his hands. He nearly laughed hysterically as he remember a scene from Macbeth, the play, where Lady Macbeth was washing her hands in her sleep….what did she say? He could never remember, only that her guilt was endless, because she could not wash off the blood from her hands, even when she did not directly kill the king.
It was like time had being turned back, and now he was back in his own little nightmare, prision of a life burden by guilt and pain of watching all the ones he loves die. At the age of 70, this man wish for nothing more but freedom from a troubled life, a life he no longer holds dear.
Oh, Harold, what should I do? I have royally stuffed the life that God has given me. I don’t know if I could come and face him or you when I’m finally allowed to rest my eternity sleep.
He remembered once sitting in a bar when the war allowed a little rest time, it must have been the new year – there was a time when the Viet Cong and the Freedom fighters could return home and enjoy the celebrations, listening to some of the lyrics of songs. His Vietnamese was limited but two verses of two different songs caught in his head and his heart.
“There are brothers that I have known for so long
Years, months, shoulder by shoulder
They share hardship and grief
Home town hide away, one day of the past said goodbye
With no embarrassment or worry, set out in the blistering sun.”
It had rang home so strongly, that he had written it down in his journal. The book that contains the story he has written, hoping when the right people come knocking, they would understand his reasoning at the time, and forgave him on behalf of the people that mattered most to him. The men he fought with, protecting and being protected, was more like his brothers then those of blood relations. That was why he joined the police in the first place.
Yes, they had shared so much – and they had set about their task without embarrassment or worry. The three of them. Three peas of the same pod. Him, Naruto and Shikamaru. He felt his heart broken yet another string. Please God, just strike this poor soul down, and cast it all the way to Hell, for all the sins it has committed.
Is there anyone passing the area ….(he could never remember which town it was)
Pass for me a few words
Blame the invaders that caused fire and smoke
That let so many tears to fall
That let sorrow and wilted my soul
Blame the invaders that caused fire and smoke….he wished he could….he wished he could blame those that had seek to dominate and control his friends – bull craps, his adoptive sons that he never had a chance to adopt. Yet…it was him sending them in, demand that they continue with the mission even when he found a mole in his team. He was the catalyst for their deaths. Damn it! There no doubt about it, it should have been him sacrificing himself.
Then suddenly as if God finally found pity and answered his plead, there was pain in his chest. It got worse and worse, to the point he fell off the wheelchair, lying on his side watching through the glass window facing the waves of the ocean as his backyard. Till his vision black out.
“Thank you, Lord. Forgive me, Naruto.”
Reviews: HAHA, no one could look as cute as my lazy ninja. Anyway, it was a swap of roles. It was Danzo trying to hurt Naruto, Sai was against the idea. Now it was Sai unwilling betraying Naruto and Danzo making amends. Isn't it ironic?
To the first reviewer : i hope you haven't stop reading just because Naruto/Shikamaru became background...please be patient:)
I decided to commit to writing this story with all i got. So all the emotions and feelings. I want you to know to understand every character well. I want you to like the villians even when you should hate them. I want u to wonder if the people who are suppose to be good are faultless. I want this to have a story line within a storyline. I be telling everyone story if i can
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Jiraiya Goketsu, once the number one pervert of the Police department, well more with words and sneaking into the women’s change room (nothing was made of it, because the women actually enjoy the attention and loved catching him red handed – it almost became a game), was now a old grave man, in a wheelchair.
Once a war hero (bravey, and valour) of Vietnam (He was born in Australia, with a Japanese father), he was harden by the sights of a war he just could not understand. A senseless war, that has left most of his friends DIA (Die in Action). Then the Americans had to go and bomb the country to bits, the very same country they trying to save. Go figure.
So, with a world gone crazy, how else can a man cope? It was really a defense mechanism, that is once serious young man turned into a infamous shirt chaser, with such an comical attitude, yet it was another defense mechanism, that sent him back into that serious fellow.
Hey, why take life seriously if your life can be taken away from you in a blink of an eye? Why was time being serious and frowning, when you can laugh and have a spring in your step? Life was short, and he, of all people know it too well. The Vietnamese people has a song, there only sixty years in a lifetime after all. He has pass those sixty years, ten years ago. Maybe that why life feel so much like a burden on his shoulders then joy. His wife died when he was forty – they married when she was twenty –eight, he was thirty- five. She died in childbirth. A pair of twins. One boy and one girl. A pigeon pair – beautiful at sight, even as their breath and heart stop after two hours of being born. He never married again.
But that all blew out the window with just one night. One decision that came crashing home. He was a total fool to think that his wisdom could be able to save those under himself. His confidence, no his cockiness, made him believe his plan was invincible. He had sent his two best soliders out to a unknown, uncertain war and both has perish in the worse possible way.
Their blood was on his hands. He nearly laughed hysterically as he remember a scene from Macbeth, the play, where Lady Macbeth was washing her hands in her sleep….what did she say? He could never remember, only that her guilt was endless, because she could not wash off the blood from her hands, even when she did not directly kill the king.
It was like time had being turned back, and now he was back in his own little nightmare, prision of a life burden by guilt and pain of watching all the ones he loves die. At the age of 70, this man wish for nothing more but freedom from a troubled life, a life he no longer holds dear.
Oh, Harold, what should I do? I have royally stuffed the life that God has given me. I don’t know if I could come and face him or you when I’m finally allowed to rest my eternity sleep.
He remembered once sitting in a bar when the war allowed a little rest time, it must have been the new year – there was a time when the Viet Cong and the Freedom fighters could return home and enjoy the celebrations, listening to some of the lyrics of songs. His Vietnamese was limited but two verses of two different songs caught in his head and his heart.
“There are brothers that I have known for so long
Years, months, shoulder by shoulder
They share hardship and grief
Home town hide away, one day of the past said goodbye
With no embarrassment or worry, set out in the blistering sun.”
It had rang home so strongly, that he had written it down in his journal. The book that contains the story he has written, hoping when the right people come knocking, they would understand his reasoning at the time, and forgave him on behalf of the people that mattered most to him. The men he fought with, protecting and being protected, was more like his brothers then those of blood relations. That was why he joined the police in the first place.
Yes, they had shared so much – and they had set about their task without embarrassment or worry. The three of them. Three peas of the same pod. Him, Naruto and Shikamaru. He felt his heart broken yet another string. Please God, just strike this poor soul down, and cast it all the way to Hell, for all the sins it has committed.
Is there anyone passing the area ….(he could never remember which town it was)
Pass for me a few words
Blame the invaders that caused fire and smoke
That let so many tears to fall
That let sorrow and wilted my soul
Blame the invaders that caused fire and smoke….he wished he could….he wished he could blame those that had seek to dominate and control his friends – bull craps, his adoptive sons that he never had a chance to adopt. Yet…it was him sending them in, demand that they continue with the mission even when he found a mole in his team. He was the catalyst for their deaths. Damn it! There no doubt about it, it should have been him sacrificing himself.
Then suddenly as if God finally found pity and answered his plead, there was pain in his chest. It got worse and worse, to the point he fell off the wheelchair, lying on his side watching through the glass window facing the waves of the ocean as his backyard. Till his vision black out.
“Thank you, Lord. Forgive me, Naruto.”