The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,580
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Hiruzen
Loyalty.
A powerful word that Hiruzen Sarutobi, the pipe smoking man that controlled the Yakuza so many years ago, knows well.
It was a code he lived by, It was the very thing that made him step down from the Yakuza’s leader at 85. It was the thing that he still held dear, as his mind wonder off in the land of dreams.
Yes, Hiruzen Sarutobi, were being kept alive by an aspirator in the wall at a hospital. It seems Minato and Shikaku has a thing for hospital. Or maybe not.
Maybe just maybe, there was someone from the past that hunting the actors of this play. One by one. As if tying up loose ends. As if a person’s life was nothing but a toy. Still he holds on. What for I could not say? For this man did not keep a journal.
Maybe he was waiting for his wife. For she was his walking dairy. His confidante for more then thirty years. The woman that borne him a beautiful daughter. A daughter that he had named Tsuande.
The daughter that he was forced to marry off into the Hyuga’s family to proved his loyalty. And when the time came that his boss was killed, his wife murdered and their only son has gone insane, he was forced to be the leader, at the age of 60. Then when his grandson – the one only he knew of from the Yakuza, killed himself at 25, he just could no longer hold much faith towards loyalty.
Life seemed too hard a game for him to play. And he not even winning, he was losing, but the penalty just seemed way too much for one person.
Ironically, it wasn’t of old age, but a timely bullet in the head left him in this state
But now…
Maybe, the truth will come out, that he was never as strong as people thought. That the word loyalty was more a heavy burden then a virtue. It was source of his wife’s tears, it was the cause of his daughter’s and her grandson’s death. It was the arrow that struck a good man right though his soul.
It was nothing but trouble. Like a test from heaven just to see who could cope.
“Let go home for the day, Minato. It is seven o’clock. We went from one hospital to the other straight away. Tell you the truth I don’t know how much I could cope. So please…for me?” Shikaku whispered warily in his partner’s ears.
Shikaku just finished adding Jasmine/Lavender bath oil into the luxury bath in their flat. He then turned to his empty eyed partner.
“There you go. Now let get you washed and clean, neh?”
He did not know what to do, so as soon as he got home, he made comfort food. They ate in silence. This was breaking his heart. It hurts so much see Minato in that much pain and yet he could not reach out to him.
Yes , he was breaking because he knows he still has yet to learn about his family history. Would he be just as broken? Would the story be just as bad?
No, no right now Minato needs him.
He settle Minato in the bath, and began gently rubbing his back. He must have been lost in thought because he was brought out of it, by Minato’s body shaking, silent sobs at first, then loud ones that fought hard to choke him.
“Oh Minato. Please don’t…..don’t cry….I love you” What else could you tell a man that has lost everything in one day?
A man that thought he had the world at his feet. That he was strong and powerful to change the world, was babbling because his self discovery journey was a lot more cruel and painful then he imagined.
He turned Minato around. “Shhhhhhhhhh….my love……I will always be there for you”
He gently kissed both of Minato’s eyelids, and holding him hard against him, in a tight grip as if reinforcing the fact that he would be always beside Minato.
Love and lost. Pain and grief. Suicide and murder. Mystery and disaster.
All elements that seem to make up their lives now. It like a stranger then fiction biography. This was their past. Theirs. After all there was a like between the two families. Uzumaki and Nara. There will be a place in this time frame when both their history will overlap. When that happens, he does not want to know if he will cope. He only hope he could cope.
A powerful word that Hiruzen Sarutobi, the pipe smoking man that controlled the Yakuza so many years ago, knows well.
It was a code he lived by, It was the very thing that made him step down from the Yakuza’s leader at 85. It was the thing that he still held dear, as his mind wonder off in the land of dreams.
Yes, Hiruzen Sarutobi, were being kept alive by an aspirator in the wall at a hospital. It seems Minato and Shikaku has a thing for hospital. Or maybe not.
Maybe just maybe, there was someone from the past that hunting the actors of this play. One by one. As if tying up loose ends. As if a person’s life was nothing but a toy. Still he holds on. What for I could not say? For this man did not keep a journal.
Maybe he was waiting for his wife. For she was his walking dairy. His confidante for more then thirty years. The woman that borne him a beautiful daughter. A daughter that he had named Tsuande.
The daughter that he was forced to marry off into the Hyuga’s family to proved his loyalty. And when the time came that his boss was killed, his wife murdered and their only son has gone insane, he was forced to be the leader, at the age of 60. Then when his grandson – the one only he knew of from the Yakuza, killed himself at 25, he just could no longer hold much faith towards loyalty.
Life seemed too hard a game for him to play. And he not even winning, he was losing, but the penalty just seemed way too much for one person.
Ironically, it wasn’t of old age, but a timely bullet in the head left him in this state
But now…
Maybe, the truth will come out, that he was never as strong as people thought. That the word loyalty was more a heavy burden then a virtue. It was source of his wife’s tears, it was the cause of his daughter’s and her grandson’s death. It was the arrow that struck a good man right though his soul.
It was nothing but trouble. Like a test from heaven just to see who could cope.
“Let go home for the day, Minato. It is seven o’clock. We went from one hospital to the other straight away. Tell you the truth I don’t know how much I could cope. So please…for me?” Shikaku whispered warily in his partner’s ears.
Shikaku just finished adding Jasmine/Lavender bath oil into the luxury bath in their flat. He then turned to his empty eyed partner.
“There you go. Now let get you washed and clean, neh?”
He did not know what to do, so as soon as he got home, he made comfort food. They ate in silence. This was breaking his heart. It hurts so much see Minato in that much pain and yet he could not reach out to him.
Yes , he was breaking because he knows he still has yet to learn about his family history. Would he be just as broken? Would the story be just as bad?
No, no right now Minato needs him.
He settle Minato in the bath, and began gently rubbing his back. He must have been lost in thought because he was brought out of it, by Minato’s body shaking, silent sobs at first, then loud ones that fought hard to choke him.
“Oh Minato. Please don’t…..don’t cry….I love you” What else could you tell a man that has lost everything in one day?
A man that thought he had the world at his feet. That he was strong and powerful to change the world, was babbling because his self discovery journey was a lot more cruel and painful then he imagined.
He turned Minato around. “Shhhhhhhhhh….my love……I will always be there for you”
He gently kissed both of Minato’s eyelids, and holding him hard against him, in a tight grip as if reinforcing the fact that he would be always beside Minato.
Love and lost. Pain and grief. Suicide and murder. Mystery and disaster.
All elements that seem to make up their lives now. It like a stranger then fiction biography. This was their past. Theirs. After all there was a like between the two families. Uzumaki and Nara. There will be a place in this time frame when both their history will overlap. When that happens, he does not want to know if he will cope. He only hope he could cope.