The Blessed Realm

Chapter One Hundred Five: Love Letters

They were both in thoughts when they went home. For Sasuke, even though he was glad that he would not have to go to prison, it was difficult to accept the reasons offered by the social worker. It made sense to him that people in Music Town chose the way of action that was most likely to prevent him from committing another crime, yet on the other hand he was convinced that he didn't need to be prevented from committing another crime. Also, though this corresponded to his own explanations of why he had attacked Killerbee, hearing from someone else that his moral convictions were coarse and immature had been painful.

Naruto was busy thinking about Music Town's way of dealing with Sasuke. He himself was not certain why he resented it, as he definitely did not want Sasuke to go to prison. He did not know why he had brought up that Sasuke had attacked him when they were twelve: he had forgiven him, hadn't he? But in Music Town Sasuke's attack didn't even count. They put the blame not on Sasuke, but on Konoha. They were making a lot of fuss about Sasuke instead of telling him off. He was not sure why he wasn't content with it, because, after all, he had forgiven Sasuke – so why was it so difficult to accept that other people were ready to forgive him too, that they were ready to forgive him more fully than he himself was? They forgave him his attack against Killerbee, but he, Naruto, couldn't.

Having arrived at their own place Naruto first sat down to read the mail. He still received a bunch of fanmail every day, actually the number of letters was still increasing. Some people had already written a second time since Naruto faithfully answered every letter he received.

It were always the happiest moments of the day. Naruto was not given to unhappiness, and all in all he enjoyed his life: working for the police, discussing football with his friends or with his new classmates, making love, but reading the letters from people who felt inspired by the Gutsy Ninja moved his heart as nothing else did, and the happiness he felt while reading was deeper and higher than all the happiness he felt during these other activities.

Sasuke made tea for Naruto while Naruto was reading, and prepared some food for both of them. He sat down with Naruto and read the letters Naruto had finished, and occasionally he looked up to see the happiness on Naruto's face. He wanted to reach out to him and take his hand, but he knew that this was not the right time: he must not disturb Naruto now. He wasn't moved by the letters as Naruto was as he didn't share Naruto's dream of peace, but the light that illuminated Naruto's face from within in those moments deeply touched his heart too.

“You're beautiful when you're reading,” he said. Naruto put away the last letter, and Sasuke felt that now it was okay to take his hand. Naruto looked up.

“You've always been the handsome one,” he said.

Sasuke had changed since their arrival in Music Town, he thought, his face growing even finer and more feminine. Sometimes he missed the cool boy he had admired back in Konoha, but what he missed most was Sasuke's innocence: the conviction that even though he had deserted from Konoha Sasuke was basically a good person.

“These letters are more important to you than anything you find in music Town, aren't they?” Sasuke continued.

“Except the books on the Rikudou,” Naruto replied. “People here don't appreciate his teachings, but I do. They don't know what treasures are buried in their library.”

Sasuke continued caressing his hand.

“I have arranged an interview for you so that you may speak more about your ideals and about your vision for peace.”

“An interview with whom?”

“With Urban Lady.”

It was the biggest women's magazine not only of Music Town but of the whole Ninja World. Being men, Sasuke and Naruto had never read it, but Sasuke has bought two issues of the corresponding magazine for men, then he had realized that he could not afford the stuff advertised there.

“Why Urban Lady?” Naruto asked.

“It's mostly women who write letters, so I thought a women's magazine might be the best place to reach out to the Gutsy Ninja's fanbase.”

It was true that most of the fanmail was from women. Naruto hoped that the Gutsy Ninja was also read by men and that they just didn't write letters. He thought that only if men adopted his dream of peace too there was a chance of it ever becoming reality.

“They'll take photos, they'll ask us questions about our life, and they'll talk to you about your dream of peace.”

“Us?” Naruto asked. “What about you?”

“I'll be present too, I've invited them to talk to both of us, and they've agreed.”

“Will they take photos of you too?”

Naruto remembered the photos that had been taken for the back cover of the Gutsy Ninja. It had been a weird experience, half pleasant, half humiliating.

“Yes, there'll be photos of me too.”

Naruto felt satisfied.

“You want some crazy love letters too?”

Sasuke didn't answer. He thought of the letters Naruto got on a regular basis; they constituted about five percent of the mail he received every day: “You're my hero! I'm so much in love with you!” He didn't like them.

“Aren't I enough for you?” Naruto asked in the most feminine voice he could muster without his sexy no jutsu. He laid his head to the side and blinked.



“You are,” Sasuke answered, walking over to Naruto, taking his hand and caressing it. “But for me you don't have to behave as if you were a girl. I prefer you as a boy.”

“So how do you like me best?”



“When you're serious,” Sasuke answered. “When you're reading and dreaming of peace.”

Naruto tried to look serious, but he just looked funny.

“It doesn't work like this. It has to happen by itself,” Sasuke said. “So don't bother. I'll take you as you are.”

He began to caress Naruto's face and his hair. Naruto was still too confused by the idea of an interview to react to it.

“Wait,” he said when Sasuke tried to kiss him. “Now I know - you also want some letters from girls who want your baby.”

It took Sasuke some seconds to understand this. (He didn't have a baby after all, did he?), then he grew all stiff and stopped his activities.

“I found out when I searched for some letter to reread it: You are collecting those that spoke of babies in a different box.” (It was Sasuke, not Naruto, who felt responsible for storing away the letters, and preserving them all.)

Sasuke blushed. “They'd be our kids, not mine our yours,” he said. “And we wouldn't give them to those women. We'd raise them ourselves.”

He wondered whether the women would maintain their offers if they knew that he and Naruto insisted on keeping the babies.

Naruto thought that he was catching a glimpse of Sasuke as he used to be, proud and arrogant, and he also saw why people in Music Town found that attitude rather funny than impressive. He caressed Sasuke's hair, and Sasuke grew soft again.

“We'll raise the kid here in Music Town,” he said, “and he'll learn to dance and play football as soon as he can walk, and we'll see that he learns to play a musical instrument too, and to love intelligent music, and we'll teach him that fighting is only for fun and that no one must get hurt.”

“If the kid's a girl you can teach her horse-riding,” Naruto said. He drew Sasuke onto his thigh and caressed his face. Sasuke was caressing his face now too, then he let his hands move over Naruto's chest and down to his hips.

“We'll spoil him and make a lot of fuss about him, as people in Music Town do with their kids,” he continued. “But now I'm going to make some fuss about you.”

“I don't need any fuss,” Naruto replied, but Sasuke's hand wandered nearer to his genitals and Naruto understood what kind of fuss he meant. They didn't expect any refinement of each other when it came to the art of seduction, and saying “we have half an hour until dance training starts, so let's use it for some love-making” would have worked too, but normally they tried to be a bit more romantic. Naruto opened the button and zipper of his pants, as this was obviously where Sasuke's hand wanted to go, then he suggested to Sasuke to move over to the bedroom.

“Sasuke's making a fuss about us,” he told the kyuubi while he contacted him again. “He's making fuss about my body, each part of it, because he likes it. He cares for me, and he gives me joy.”

“He wants to take advantage of you by turning you soft and weak,” the kyuubi replied. “He's your main obstacle on your way to strength and greatness.”

Sasuke didn't use his Sharingan on Naruto as he knew that Naruto didn't like it, but he still noticed when Naruto became unfocused for some seconds, busy with the monster in his belly and not with Sasuke. Sasuke waited patiently, even though he hated it.

“I wish it were all easy again,” he said.

“I can't change it,” Naruto replied. “I can't simply make it vanish.”

 

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