The Slave of Sound
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Chapter 19
The Slave of Sound
Chapter 19
Naruto, drawn by the noise in the hall and the unease of the household of the Otokage, had come to see the termination of his time in Sound. He had come to watch the end of all he had known and hated, and watch the beginning of all he dreaded and feared. He was still trapped, still enslaved, and would be so all of his days. Yet, he could not turn away. He could not take his eyes off Sasuke.
Who was this man, with his master’s face and body, who stood there, tall and strong, yet yielding in his admittance of guilt, in his acceptance of blame. Who was this individual that had brought him so much pain through sheer arrogance, and yet now stood ready to endure punishments for his crime. Who was this person that he had thought he’d known through and through, but turned out he didn’t know at all?
Who was Sasuke, the last of the Uchiha’s, the Otokage of Sound, and the man that Naruto had once loved so much. And still, to this day, despite everything, despite his words and thoughts and deeds to the contrary, still loved with every fiber of his being?
The dust finally settled, and once Kakashi had control of the seething Sakura again, Sasuke finally spoke.
”What more can I say or do? I have already put in writing that all my personal wealth and property as an Uchiha of Konoha and a noble of Sound will go to Naruto the moment he steps foot from this city, whether I am alive or dead. I would give up my life, my very soul, to be able to turn back the hands of time and take back all that I have done.” Sasuke drew in a shuddering breath before continuing.
“I hate myself for what I have done. Hate me; I deserve no less. Vilify me; I have it coming. Despise me and reject me, for I am worthless. Give me enough time to find a suitable replacement for Otokage, and I will appear before any tribunal you wish to set for me. I will accept any punishment you choose to dispense. I will do the honorable thing, and suicide once my nation, innocent of my crimes, is taken care of. There is nothing more than all this that I can give. And I give it, freely, willingly, knowing that it is due for what I have done.”
A deafening silence filled the room. Sasuke reached into his belt and drew out a scroll. The others tensed, but he opened it, and handed it to Neji. “There, everything I have said, I have put in writing. All I own as an Uchiha of Konoha and Sound, I leave to Naruto. I have put in writing my decision to open negotiations among the ranks here to appoint my heir. And I have put in writing here, that I will return to Konoha, and stand trial for all my crimes.”
Neji quickly scanned the legal document, then nodded curtly. “It is as he says,” he responded formally. “Uchiha Sasuke, I do hereby accept your contract of right of succession before you return to Konoha for trial.” Then he handed the document to Kakashi, who also scanned it before tucking it safely away.
Naruto, peeking around one of the fractured columns, shuddered at this. He loved Sasuke; despite everything, he loved him, and he did not want him to die. For such would be the Uchiha’s fate if he ever set foot in Konoha again. The council would condemn him, collect his semen to revive the clan, and then execute him. Sasuke would die, and there would be no salvation.
And he couldn’t bear that. He blinked away tears, staring at the ground at Sasuke’s feet, unable to look into the face of the man that had so wronged him, repented, and willed himself to die for it. The man he couldn’t bear, despite everything, to die.
”No,” he whispered, but no one heard.
In the silence that followed this shocking revelation, the sudden grinding of stone was clearly heard. The striated glossy column of heavy marble, twice the girth of a hefty man, was shifting, rotating slowly, as the fractures at its base could no longer support its weight. It was turning, leaning drunkenly, and it was clear to see where it would fall.
Sasuke stared at it a moment, and then turned to the others, who, likewise seeing and knowing what was happening, moved aside.
“Sakura,” he said softly, and she looked at him startled. “Do I step aside, and stand trial? Or do I stay where I stand, and meet now the fate that waits for me?”
Sakura stared at him dumbfounded. In but a moment, he would surely be crushed, and die an agonizing but quick death. In Konoha, the death would be quick, and painless, but the humiliation of the trial, the denunciation for all his sins, would be Sasuke’s lot, if he avoided the sudden choice that lay before her. And this damn man deserved no less. He merited so much more suffering than he would ever receive.
The memory of Naruto’s eyes, blank, cool and distant, utterly devoid of all the life and vitality they had once held, decided her. Though Sasuke deserved no less than the degradation of a trial, Naruto would suffer for it. And though she was condemning the Uchiha to an excruciating death, and possibly a lingering one, Naruto had suffered at his hands, and deeds, enough. And though she wouldn’t wish such an end on anyone, justice would be served through the hands of fate.
Neji would understand.
“Stay,” she whispered.
Sasuke nodded once, curtly, and turned to face the column, which had finished it’s last shift, and was now falling, its shadow darkening the slender form which stood in its path.
“No!” Naruto screamed, and abandoned his hiding place, racing towards Sasuke with every ounce of speed he could possibly summon. He shot forward, and shoved the only one he would ever love out of the way at the very last second.
The deafening crash of the towering edifice of marble, and the thunderous roar of part of the outside wall crumbling like an avalanche of mortar and stone, completely obliterated the sound of splintering bone and rupturing flesh. It hit so hard it bounced twice more, mercifully away from its crushed victim, and then rolled away with the grinding and splintering of the floor.
And what should have been a moment of deafening and shocked silence was rent by a spine tingling, bone chilling scream of raw grief.
Sasuke sprang up from where he’d fallen, vaulted over the broken remains of what had been a smooth and gleaming shaft of opulent marble, and then fell to his knees beside the only one he’d ever love, and who he’d finally lead to his utter doom.
“Naruto!”
It was a scream that had put the thunder of the disaster to shame, and obliterated any and every hope and dream within range of its powerful wail.
“Naruto… no…” and the next sounds that came from his throat were as soft as the first was loud, but no less heartbreaking. Shuddering, hands shaking violently, he tentatively reached for locks of gold stained crimson with blood.
Naruto lay there, his small and delicate form utterly ruined by the tons of stone that had shattered bone and body. He was quivering steadily, as if a current was running through his body, then he coughed, a fountain of blood to rain back down on his chalk white face, the only part of him untouched by the incalculable catastrophe that had struck him down.
“S…Sasuke…” his words were slurred and wet. Mercifully, once he coughed, he went numb, and knew his end was at hand. At last. There was just one last thing to say before he slipped free of this painful mortal coil and slid into the blessed oblivion of death. “Sasuke… I… I love… you…”
And Sasuke’s mind shattered like the body before him.
Chapter 19
Naruto, drawn by the noise in the hall and the unease of the household of the Otokage, had come to see the termination of his time in Sound. He had come to watch the end of all he had known and hated, and watch the beginning of all he dreaded and feared. He was still trapped, still enslaved, and would be so all of his days. Yet, he could not turn away. He could not take his eyes off Sasuke.
Who was this man, with his master’s face and body, who stood there, tall and strong, yet yielding in his admittance of guilt, in his acceptance of blame. Who was this individual that had brought him so much pain through sheer arrogance, and yet now stood ready to endure punishments for his crime. Who was this person that he had thought he’d known through and through, but turned out he didn’t know at all?
Who was Sasuke, the last of the Uchiha’s, the Otokage of Sound, and the man that Naruto had once loved so much. And still, to this day, despite everything, despite his words and thoughts and deeds to the contrary, still loved with every fiber of his being?
The dust finally settled, and once Kakashi had control of the seething Sakura again, Sasuke finally spoke.
”What more can I say or do? I have already put in writing that all my personal wealth and property as an Uchiha of Konoha and a noble of Sound will go to Naruto the moment he steps foot from this city, whether I am alive or dead. I would give up my life, my very soul, to be able to turn back the hands of time and take back all that I have done.” Sasuke drew in a shuddering breath before continuing.
“I hate myself for what I have done. Hate me; I deserve no less. Vilify me; I have it coming. Despise me and reject me, for I am worthless. Give me enough time to find a suitable replacement for Otokage, and I will appear before any tribunal you wish to set for me. I will accept any punishment you choose to dispense. I will do the honorable thing, and suicide once my nation, innocent of my crimes, is taken care of. There is nothing more than all this that I can give. And I give it, freely, willingly, knowing that it is due for what I have done.”
A deafening silence filled the room. Sasuke reached into his belt and drew out a scroll. The others tensed, but he opened it, and handed it to Neji. “There, everything I have said, I have put in writing. All I own as an Uchiha of Konoha and Sound, I leave to Naruto. I have put in writing my decision to open negotiations among the ranks here to appoint my heir. And I have put in writing here, that I will return to Konoha, and stand trial for all my crimes.”
Neji quickly scanned the legal document, then nodded curtly. “It is as he says,” he responded formally. “Uchiha Sasuke, I do hereby accept your contract of right of succession before you return to Konoha for trial.” Then he handed the document to Kakashi, who also scanned it before tucking it safely away.
Naruto, peeking around one of the fractured columns, shuddered at this. He loved Sasuke; despite everything, he loved him, and he did not want him to die. For such would be the Uchiha’s fate if he ever set foot in Konoha again. The council would condemn him, collect his semen to revive the clan, and then execute him. Sasuke would die, and there would be no salvation.
And he couldn’t bear that. He blinked away tears, staring at the ground at Sasuke’s feet, unable to look into the face of the man that had so wronged him, repented, and willed himself to die for it. The man he couldn’t bear, despite everything, to die.
”No,” he whispered, but no one heard.
In the silence that followed this shocking revelation, the sudden grinding of stone was clearly heard. The striated glossy column of heavy marble, twice the girth of a hefty man, was shifting, rotating slowly, as the fractures at its base could no longer support its weight. It was turning, leaning drunkenly, and it was clear to see where it would fall.
Sasuke stared at it a moment, and then turned to the others, who, likewise seeing and knowing what was happening, moved aside.
“Sakura,” he said softly, and she looked at him startled. “Do I step aside, and stand trial? Or do I stay where I stand, and meet now the fate that waits for me?”
Sakura stared at him dumbfounded. In but a moment, he would surely be crushed, and die an agonizing but quick death. In Konoha, the death would be quick, and painless, but the humiliation of the trial, the denunciation for all his sins, would be Sasuke’s lot, if he avoided the sudden choice that lay before her. And this damn man deserved no less. He merited so much more suffering than he would ever receive.
The memory of Naruto’s eyes, blank, cool and distant, utterly devoid of all the life and vitality they had once held, decided her. Though Sasuke deserved no less than the degradation of a trial, Naruto would suffer for it. And though she was condemning the Uchiha to an excruciating death, and possibly a lingering one, Naruto had suffered at his hands, and deeds, enough. And though she wouldn’t wish such an end on anyone, justice would be served through the hands of fate.
Neji would understand.
“Stay,” she whispered.
Sasuke nodded once, curtly, and turned to face the column, which had finished it’s last shift, and was now falling, its shadow darkening the slender form which stood in its path.
“No!” Naruto screamed, and abandoned his hiding place, racing towards Sasuke with every ounce of speed he could possibly summon. He shot forward, and shoved the only one he would ever love out of the way at the very last second.
The deafening crash of the towering edifice of marble, and the thunderous roar of part of the outside wall crumbling like an avalanche of mortar and stone, completely obliterated the sound of splintering bone and rupturing flesh. It hit so hard it bounced twice more, mercifully away from its crushed victim, and then rolled away with the grinding and splintering of the floor.
And what should have been a moment of deafening and shocked silence was rent by a spine tingling, bone chilling scream of raw grief.
Sasuke sprang up from where he’d fallen, vaulted over the broken remains of what had been a smooth and gleaming shaft of opulent marble, and then fell to his knees beside the only one he’d ever love, and who he’d finally lead to his utter doom.
“Naruto!”
It was a scream that had put the thunder of the disaster to shame, and obliterated any and every hope and dream within range of its powerful wail.
“Naruto… no…” and the next sounds that came from his throat were as soft as the first was loud, but no less heartbreaking. Shuddering, hands shaking violently, he tentatively reached for locks of gold stained crimson with blood.
Naruto lay there, his small and delicate form utterly ruined by the tons of stone that had shattered bone and body. He was quivering steadily, as if a current was running through his body, then he coughed, a fountain of blood to rain back down on his chalk white face, the only part of him untouched by the incalculable catastrophe that had struck him down.
“S…Sasuke…” his words were slurred and wet. Mercifully, once he coughed, he went numb, and knew his end was at hand. At last. There was just one last thing to say before he slipped free of this painful mortal coil and slid into the blessed oblivion of death. “Sasuke… I… I love… you…”
And Sasuke’s mind shattered like the body before him.