Destiny

Dragon: Glad you liked the story. There are so few Naruto/Sasuke m-preg. stories I only found one that I really liked. So I decided to write a couple of them to satiate my and other's heart!

Meemei: Yeah, I liked that too! Though at the beginning I had no intension of writing it in that way it just happened while I was writing.

Anon: It was intentional. I was trying to make it hard to separate really from fantasy so that it would have a more surreal atmosphere. I like mystery and can't help but incorporate it in my writings too. However, the next couple of chapters will make it clear what was fantasy and reality anyway. So, keep up with the story!

Death Angel 101, Zrina, Nicole, Malulie, xPithforkRedx & Harus: Thanks guys! I get the confidence to write more and the inspiration to update soon from your reviews!

Summary: Sasuke runs away from Orochimaru & meets Naruto in disguise. Fearing Naruto’s reaction to his true identity, he tries to evade the confrontation. Instead, he ends up in a situation he never bargained for.






Warning: This is a yaoi pairing, will include lemons and m-preg! If you can’t

handle these, leave. Also, it includes slight character mental disorder further in the

story.






Pairings: Naruto/Sasuke and a surprise pairing!







Destiny





Part 1: Bars & Fights

The bar was full tonight, but not as noisy as usual. People were all huddled in small

groups, talking in lower and quieter voices, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and privacy.

Most of the people being of the gullible, local populace from an unimportant, small,

non-ninja village didn’t have much idea about ninja ways of eavesdropping. To some, talking

quietly and not attracting attention was enough to put a stop to a potential eavesdropper,

but to others, ninja were like gods, capable of doing everything they wanted and listening

to anything they desired. However, that did not stop them from gossiping to their heart’s

content, because it wasn’t everyday that an event, that was currently the center of the

topic of all these gossips, occurred in their sleepy little village. Even the fact that it

had been a little more than six months since it occurred, and it happened not so much as in

the village, but three miles from it, did not deter them from talking about it. As it was

the only village around for miles and its inhabitants, the only ones who heard the noises

and glimpsed whatever happened, they were only too happy to be the center of attention for

once and supplied their stories with lots of details and added facts.

“… then there were these gigantic explosions and earthquakes …”

“… thunderbolts blasted apart the trees and earth…”

“… huge snakes with gleaming red eyes…”

“… yes, yes and poison dripping from their mouths…”

“…flying dragons with fire shooting from mouths...”

“… thundering roars …”

In all the buzzing background noises, a quiet figure, dressed in a long black, hooded

cloak went unnoticed. The figure was sitting alone, in the darker end of the bar, on a stool

with a cup of sake in front. Chin resting on interlaced fingers, arms raised diagonally on

the counter, and eyes closed, the figure seemed to be either meditating or sleeping. On

closer inspection, the figure’s eyelids seemed to be fluttering too much to be peacefully

doing either. Slight creases between the eyebrows and the almost nonexistent frown were the

only things indicating that the figure was deeply immersed in thoughts or memories…

In the pouring rain, a figure was lying on its chest in the mud with its face turned

sideway. It was looking at another figure, standing fifteen yards away, clad in a black

cloak with red clouds imprinted on it and mud that was being wash away by the rain.

The standing figure had long black hair, in a low ponytail, with long bangs currently

sticking to his face, and red eyes with swirling black dots. Even though from a distance the

figure looked still like a statue, he was panting hard and his breathing was coming in

small, rough gasps. Several tears adorned his cloak and from a visible cut on his right

cheek, blood was being constantly washed away by the rainwater. Like the other figure in the

clearing, he was also looking at his opponent, the figure lying in the mud.

Blood mingling with rainwater was turning the surrounding mud around the lying figure

reddish. Small, pained gasps were escaping from its mouth. Its skin had an unnatural – as if

decayed – red tinted with murky brown color to it, with flaming black marks all over the

visible body parts. The back of its cloth was ripped to accommodate two giant wings. Red

eyes similar to the other figure’s in the clearing seemed to be haunted, familiar to the

ones seen in a crazed beast. The aura coming off of it screamed of pain, rage, hatred, and

insanity. By nature, the figure’s overall appearance was not that of a human but rather a

monster. A monster drained of its energy to attack and tear apart anything and everything

within its sights or lash back at its enemy, in this case the other figure in the clearing.

However, as time passed and the two figures continued to look at each other. The fiery

marks retreated and disappeared in the seal on the neck of the figure, as did the giant

wings. After a few moments, a boy covered in mud, blood, and soaked in rain was lying in the

place of the monster. The only things indicating that they were the same being were the

still swirling red and black eyes, which had changed their shape to look like the ones found

on the other figure’s face, his older brother.

Despite the same eyes and appearance, what truly set them apart were the looks in their

eyes. Unlike the younger brother, Sasuke, the older brother’s eyes held no emotion. Itachi’s

eyes were blank, as was his face.

Nevertheless, as they were staring at each other, for a fleeting moment, there was

something in those expressionless eyes beside the eternal void they seemed to be composed

of. A glimpse of emotion, too quick to be deciphered as he looked at his younger brother

lying in the mud under the pouring rain, left no trace that it was ever there or even

actually appeared. The only thing indicating it might not have been a hallucination, on an

onlooker’s part, or a trick of the rain was the absence of his ever present and only human

trait, at the moment – arrogance.

Through the hazy paint of reality, Sasuke looked on as his brother turned away from him

and started to walk away. For the third time in his life, he was walking away, leaving his

younger brother lying on the ground wounded. But this time, there were slight differences,

there were no words left for him, no path set for him to follow, and most of all there were

no nightmares in the realm of tsukiyomi to torture and torment him. In total, no motivation

to get strong enough to kill him because this time, there was no need for nightmares in a

false world of tsukiyomi, he was living in a continuous nightmare in the realm of reality.

Worst of all, this time, no one was there to wake him, to end his nightmare, but himself.

The ones who could were either lost, or far away and unwilling to end it for him, to save

him.

With the very last ounce of energy in his body, Sasuke forced himself to get up and

stand. His hands flew through a series of seals and electric blue chakra appeared in his

left hand, his last reserve of chakra necessary to survive.

Even as Itachi felt the heat and force of the building energy behind him, he didn’t stop

or turn back to fight, he continued walking.

In the rain, the electric blue chakra illuminated Sasuke’s face, hand, and clothing,

giving off a surreal characteristic to the scene.

As he charged toward his brother, the world seemed to stop existing around them. Rain

blanketed off everything except the blurry edges of his brother’s figure and his vision

focused only on him. Even the sound of thunder, his running feet, splashes of mud and water,

droplets of rain hitting ground, seemed to cease making noise. His brother’s figure became

bigger and bigger as if each step was emphasizing the closing distance between them.

And for the first time, since he found his brother standing over the dead corpses of his

father and mother with a sword soaked in their blood, there was something else in his eyes

besides the rainwater. But the burning pain in his chest, hatred, malice and sheer

desperation to escape this living nightmare didn’t allow him to realize their presence. They

became insignificant to the moment and forgotten.

At the last moment, before his Chidori could hit his brother, Itachi turned around. In a

movement too quick to see, Sasuke was thrown back against a tree with enough force to leave

an immense crack on its five-foot wide trunk and jar every bone in his broken body. With the

last of his consciousness leaving him, Sasuke saw Itachi disappear in the ever-falling rain.

The door of the bar suddenly opened and three, cloaked figures walked in, effectively putting a stop to the other's reminiscence. All the noises

stopped as everyone turned to stare at them standing in the doorway. They looked around the

bar and their eyes landed on the single figure sitting in the darkest corner, the only one

who didn’t turn around to look at them upon their arrival.

They strode across the bar and the figure at the front, with silver hair and glasses,

placed his hand on the sitting figure’s shoulder to turn him around.

Startled the figure turned around and a girl’s face with long dark violet bangs, dark

blue eyes, and fair skin previously hidden behind the hood of her long black cloak was

revealed.

“Hm, it’s not him.” Kabuto voiced to the other two figures standing on either side of

him.

After the revelation, everyone at the bar went back to their own conversations. The bar

tender started to clean glasses with a rag again, still eyeing them with a certain amount of

fear and distrust.

Even though the girl was not the person Kabuto was looking for, he continued to look at

her. Two other guys behind Kabuto were looking at her hungrily.

“Eh, Kabuto-sempai. Can we have her?” the one on the right spoke with an eager voice.

The girl broke off from staring at Kabuto and turned sharp eyes on him.

“It wouldn’t hurt to take half an hour break, we have been looking for him whole day – I

mean, we are gonna get him sooner or later. So, yeah! Can we have her?”

The girl was saved from having to answer to the perverted Sound jounin, as Kabuto

replied without breaking off his gaze, “Sooner than later. Sasuke-kun can be quite tricky to

catch if we don’t find him now and Orochimaru-sama won’t be happy if we fail.”

Finally breaking off his gaze, having decided that the girl wasn’t Sasuke in disguise,

Kabuto turned towards his companions.

“Let’s go,” as he said this from the corner of his eyes he saw a glint of a kunai

heading his way from his left. Three men who were previously talking among the villagers

were standing up with kunai, senbon needles, shuriken and other weapons. It was an ambush.

From their forehead protectors that were previously hidden, Kabuto deduced that they

were from Earth country.

Instantly, they went into fighting stances and attacks began as the villagers and barman

rushed their way outside.

However, the girl couldn’t escape since she was directly behind the Sound shinobi and

there was no exit behind her. She dodged the attacks from the fight between the shinobi of

two countries and tried to make her way out. As she came half way towards reaching the door

of the bar, the previous Sound shinobi she had recognized earlier as Jujiro, blocked her

way.

He was leering at her, as his other two companions were busy fighting the Earth shinobi.

Tables, chairs, and glasses were breaking and splinters and shards were flying in the air

along with many jutsu and weapons, trashing the place, but that did not seem to hinder

Jujiro. He advanced on her slowly.

“Hm, while they are busy fighting may be we can have some fun, ha? What do you say?”

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On the outside, the girl was calm and calculating but on the inside, Sasuke was

panicking. If he used ninjutsu or genjutsu, the jutsu that was currently hiding his own

chakra signature and creating a false one would break off; they would discover that the girl

was actually him at once. If he fought with taijutsu, Kabuto will recognize his fighting

style and realize it was him, then even if he managed to escape; his disguise and cover

would be blown. Orochimaru would hunt him down, in no time at all, before he could escape

far enough from him.

Deciding on the best course of action, Sasuke stood still and let Jujiro advance. At the

last second, when Jujiro reached out to grab him, with lightening speed he went around the

shinobi and ran for the door.

Jujiro blinked, amazed at the girl’s speed but still not discouraged to get his hands on

her, turned around and went after her. Seeing that the girl had almost reached the door, he

cursed her abnormal speed and threw several kunai after her.

With ease and agility rarely seen, Sasuke dodged the attacks without even looking back.

Relieved that he had at last reached the door he didn’t bother to dodge oncoming attacks and

reached out with his hand to open the door. Suddenly, before he could grasp the handle, the

door banged open with enough force to send him flying backwards and crashing into wall on

other side, impaling at least three kunai in his back in the process.