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The Rule of Uchiha
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,024
Reviews:
25
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Thanks for the review everyone! You guys are amazing~
Here's ch 2, and I hope you guys would like it.
p.s. If you find any typo, feel free to let me know!
Another p.s. Big thanks to TenshiYoukai, who pointed out some of my grammer mistakes.
By the way, I'm using Canadian English, therefore my spelling might be slightly different. :P
Chapter 2
Sasuke slowly strolled behind his brother, unwillingly, towards the northeast courtyard.
He had explained to his brother with shaking fists and broken furnitures that he does not wish for a slave. He had no such desire for useless sexual tools, for his only lust lies in the battlefield, under the blue skies and bloody earth.
Instead of a slave, he rather have a new combat trainer, a horse…or a new sword…such as the gem-studded scimitar his brother had recently acquired from a tribal chief of the far east after Itachi had gouged out his heart and slaughtered every living soul in the tribe.
The thought of this scimitar excited Sasuke. Imagine the translucent sapphires as blue as the sky on the hilt covered with blood, fresh blood.
The Scimitar would be more beautiful embellished with coppery red, as if the sapphires were nightly creatures that feast on the blood of poor souls, and the blade is the fang that enjoys the sound of piercing flesh and dying wail, draining the essence out of its victim.
It’s a shame that Itachi does not plan to use the scimitar in practical combats, but rather had locked it in his weapon storage.
Such a pitiful waste, there are so many things Sasuke could do with this beauty, and he can guarantee its blood lust can be satisfied, because he has exactly the same craving….
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When Sasuke and Itachi finally reached the northeast courtyard, they were greeted by clusters of nobles, congratulating Sasuke’s up-coming birthday. Still trying to indulge in his daydream, Sasuke responded with a silent nod.
At the center of the courtyard, stood Orochimaru, the head of royal guards, and several figures covered with thin, silky cloaks that masked their face and entire body.
“Sasuke”, Itachi whispered in his ear “I have expressed my opinion to Orochimaru for you to have the first honor of choosing a slave. I don’t care how disinterest you are, you WILL follow the custom and make your pick. You don’t want to face the consequences of disobedience, do you”. Itachi’s eyes darted towards Orochimaru, who had acknowledged the signal to start.
“Your Highnesses” The courtyard was instantly silent with anticipation. “This year we’ve had a magnificent harvest of slaves”.
“We, the humble servants of the royal blood line have managed to scout twenty beautiful creatures for your enjoyment of both pain and pleasure.”
“At this year’s event, our honorable Prince Sasuke will be first guest to choose his slave, as an early celebration of his nineteenth birthday. Now, allow me to present this year’s slaves”. Orochimaru approached a tall figure draped in lilac fabric, and pulled off the cloak.
A beautifully pale young man stood naked in front of the crowd. A captivating creature with graceful black hair that seemed to ripple with every movement of breeze, as his vividly lilac eyes gazed at the audience in front of him. His slender statuesque was covered in a thin layer of sweat being covered by the cloak for so long, making his pearly skin to luster even more under the soft sunlight. Just like every slave there is, this beautiful man had all his body hair removed prior to the presentation.
“This is Neji of the Hyuuga clan from The Southern Ancient Highland”. Orochimaru proudly announced this rare find; because the Hyuugas are particularly proud and would seldom walk down such degrading path. And it is this stubborn pride that had caused them their homeland.
Orochimaru glanced at Sasuke’s direction for any cues, and was greeted with such intense impatience that he quickly walked to the second slave and unveiled him.
A head of unruly hair, Kiba was the exact opposite of Neji. He had a perfectly muscular figure with honey-brown skin. His wild and untamed charisma seemed to be pouring from every pore of his body, and caused a slight gasp from the crowd as he smirked at one of the nobles standing closest to him, whom reciprocated with a wide grin.
“This is Kiba of the Inuzuka clan from The Southern Ancient Highland”. Although also a rarity, Kiba’s defiant nature is not fitting for a slave, and Orochimaru reckoned at most four, no, three days would Kiba last before he loses a finger or two.
Not even daring to look at the Uchiha princes, Orochimaru reached out and pulled off a cerulean cloak.
Eyes closed, a tanned, lithe body was revealed, with light blond hair that seemed to reflect every ray of sun into the eyes of the audience. Fist clenched, shaking with either fear or anger of the humiliation. Perhaps both?
“This is Uzumaki Naruto from …uh…the Northern sprawl”. Orochimaru had no idea why he had scouted this boy. Naruto had seemed like a common street brat that can be found all over country, and without any prominent background like Neji and Kiba, nothing qualifies him as a royal slave other than his pretty face. However, there is about him that caught his attention…what was it…was it…the eyes?
Sasuke looked at the tanned body carelessly with his usual ignorance. His eyes traced Naruto’s smooth skin across his chest, over his toned arms, and noticed the fists had loosened. “However…they all look the same to me” Sasuke thought to himself.
Glancing at Naruto’s androgynous face and physique one last time before signaling Orochimaru to move on, Sasuke realized the closed eyes are starting to open.
The golden lashes slowly unmasked a pair of eyes that instantly pulled Sasuke into a lustful shock.
Somewhere in the courtyard he heard a voice “I want him”, and not until Itachi congratulated him did he realize it was him who had claimed the prize.
Yes, his prize. His fantasy of blue and red. His obsession of sapphire and blood. He let out a small laugh, thinking he could at last make his fantasy come true.
Here's ch 2, and I hope you guys would like it.
p.s. If you find any typo, feel free to let me know!
Another p.s. Big thanks to TenshiYoukai, who pointed out some of my grammer mistakes.
By the way, I'm using Canadian English, therefore my spelling might be slightly different. :P
Chapter 2
Sasuke slowly strolled behind his brother, unwillingly, towards the northeast courtyard.
He had explained to his brother with shaking fists and broken furnitures that he does not wish for a slave. He had no such desire for useless sexual tools, for his only lust lies in the battlefield, under the blue skies and bloody earth.
Instead of a slave, he rather have a new combat trainer, a horse…or a new sword…such as the gem-studded scimitar his brother had recently acquired from a tribal chief of the far east after Itachi had gouged out his heart and slaughtered every living soul in the tribe.
The thought of this scimitar excited Sasuke. Imagine the translucent sapphires as blue as the sky on the hilt covered with blood, fresh blood.
The Scimitar would be more beautiful embellished with coppery red, as if the sapphires were nightly creatures that feast on the blood of poor souls, and the blade is the fang that enjoys the sound of piercing flesh and dying wail, draining the essence out of its victim.
It’s a shame that Itachi does not plan to use the scimitar in practical combats, but rather had locked it in his weapon storage.
Such a pitiful waste, there are so many things Sasuke could do with this beauty, and he can guarantee its blood lust can be satisfied, because he has exactly the same craving….
------------------------------------------------------
When Sasuke and Itachi finally reached the northeast courtyard, they were greeted by clusters of nobles, congratulating Sasuke’s up-coming birthday. Still trying to indulge in his daydream, Sasuke responded with a silent nod.
At the center of the courtyard, stood Orochimaru, the head of royal guards, and several figures covered with thin, silky cloaks that masked their face and entire body.
“Sasuke”, Itachi whispered in his ear “I have expressed my opinion to Orochimaru for you to have the first honor of choosing a slave. I don’t care how disinterest you are, you WILL follow the custom and make your pick. You don’t want to face the consequences of disobedience, do you”. Itachi’s eyes darted towards Orochimaru, who had acknowledged the signal to start.
“Your Highnesses” The courtyard was instantly silent with anticipation. “This year we’ve had a magnificent harvest of slaves”.
“We, the humble servants of the royal blood line have managed to scout twenty beautiful creatures for your enjoyment of both pain and pleasure.”
“At this year’s event, our honorable Prince Sasuke will be first guest to choose his slave, as an early celebration of his nineteenth birthday. Now, allow me to present this year’s slaves”. Orochimaru approached a tall figure draped in lilac fabric, and pulled off the cloak.
A beautifully pale young man stood naked in front of the crowd. A captivating creature with graceful black hair that seemed to ripple with every movement of breeze, as his vividly lilac eyes gazed at the audience in front of him. His slender statuesque was covered in a thin layer of sweat being covered by the cloak for so long, making his pearly skin to luster even more under the soft sunlight. Just like every slave there is, this beautiful man had all his body hair removed prior to the presentation.
“This is Neji of the Hyuuga clan from The Southern Ancient Highland”. Orochimaru proudly announced this rare find; because the Hyuugas are particularly proud and would seldom walk down such degrading path. And it is this stubborn pride that had caused them their homeland.
Orochimaru glanced at Sasuke’s direction for any cues, and was greeted with such intense impatience that he quickly walked to the second slave and unveiled him.
A head of unruly hair, Kiba was the exact opposite of Neji. He had a perfectly muscular figure with honey-brown skin. His wild and untamed charisma seemed to be pouring from every pore of his body, and caused a slight gasp from the crowd as he smirked at one of the nobles standing closest to him, whom reciprocated with a wide grin.
“This is Kiba of the Inuzuka clan from The Southern Ancient Highland”. Although also a rarity, Kiba’s defiant nature is not fitting for a slave, and Orochimaru reckoned at most four, no, three days would Kiba last before he loses a finger or two.
Not even daring to look at the Uchiha princes, Orochimaru reached out and pulled off a cerulean cloak.
Eyes closed, a tanned, lithe body was revealed, with light blond hair that seemed to reflect every ray of sun into the eyes of the audience. Fist clenched, shaking with either fear or anger of the humiliation. Perhaps both?
“This is Uzumaki Naruto from …uh…the Northern sprawl”. Orochimaru had no idea why he had scouted this boy. Naruto had seemed like a common street brat that can be found all over country, and without any prominent background like Neji and Kiba, nothing qualifies him as a royal slave other than his pretty face. However, there is about him that caught his attention…what was it…was it…the eyes?
Sasuke looked at the tanned body carelessly with his usual ignorance. His eyes traced Naruto’s smooth skin across his chest, over his toned arms, and noticed the fists had loosened. “However…they all look the same to me” Sasuke thought to himself.
Glancing at Naruto’s androgynous face and physique one last time before signaling Orochimaru to move on, Sasuke realized the closed eyes are starting to open.
The golden lashes slowly unmasked a pair of eyes that instantly pulled Sasuke into a lustful shock.
Somewhere in the courtyard he heard a voice “I want him”, and not until Itachi congratulated him did he realize it was him who had claimed the prize.
Yes, his prize. His fantasy of blue and red. His obsession of sapphire and blood. He let out a small laugh, thinking he could at last make his fantasy come true.