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The Little Things
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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16
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Chapter 2 - shatter
Chapter 2 – shatter
The tension in the kitchen of Naruto’s former apartment was audible. Naruto warily watched Sasuke and Gaara, worried that they may tear each other apart. This would present him with two problems, a dead Sasuke and a homicidal Gaara. The power imbalance in the room was palpable. He’d rather Sasuke was on his side anyway, but he didn’t like him very much at the moment, very less trust him with his life. But Gaara was no guarantee either. He idly stirred the last cup of Ramen he had found in his cupboard. Possibly the brightest thing in his life right now, even with Sasuke suddenly barging back in.
That was still a problem, one that wouldn’t go away if they kept spitting fire at each other as if they were still Genin.
“Why is he mumbling to himself?” Sasuke leant towards him to ask.
“I don’t know, to be honest. Sometimes he talks to his Mother, but recently she keeps replying. Something about not smelling any blood.” He replied matter-of-factly.
“When did it start?”
“When we got here.”
“And you never thought to ask him why his ‘Mother’ keeps talking to him?”
“Not really. Gaara is Gaara.”
“Right.” Sasuke pauses. “What about you?”
“You mean the demon.”
“No, you. Seeing as you’re one, now. Am I right?”
“He realized he wasn’t getting out any time soon, so he might as well help me out by shutting the fuck up and handing over the powers.”
“So he used to talk to you.”
“Kind of.” Talking about this was coming easily to him. “I now have the tails, but none of his memories. Which is good.”
“So sandboy is uncomfortable here, but you look as if this is the usual welcome.”
“Let me tell you something,” Naruto looks at Sasuke, who is still leaning towards him, away from Gaara, “this place is creeping me out.”
“So what do we do until….”
“I’ve checked everything I can think of. Clothes, useful belongings – they are all gone. Other than random pieces of paper, Tsunade’s office is cleared of all the cool Hokage stuff.”
“Someone other than the three of us should be here now, unless they alerted all of them.”
“Theoretically, yes. Just, the mission we went on was so highly priced, and paid in advance, that Tsunade declared peace and only issued short C and D-rank missions.” The noodles in his cup were done, just a few pieces of vegetable were left. He crunched his nose up at them and set them to the side.
“Oh, that’s just fantastic.”
“No need for sarcasm, I’m with you on this one. I wanted to get home, have people welcome me back….”
“You finished the mission but Gaara was coming back with you?”
“He wanted to.”
“And you said; ‘hey, sure homicidal maniac, come on in!’” Gaara’s eyes snapped open at that moment.
“I don’t kill for fun.” He gravely said. Sasuke eyed them both with an equal measure of disgust, and walked out. Naruto looked at Gaara, lip curling up slightly in suppressed laughter. He was about to be hysteric.
+++
Naruto looked along the street; wondering where exactly everyone could be. They’d searched the village, combing through every street, alley, nooks and crannies possible, hoping for a clue. The streets were empty. It still didn’t quite feel real. Being here, and everyone not. This, formerly the market square, would have been busy during the day. Stalls stood empty, lacking charm, lacking life. Dust swirled around the legs of tables once reserved for breads, cheeses and meat. He had to tear his eyes from the scene, lifting it to the sky. It was blue, the sun was shining. It was enough to make a grown man cry at the irony. Life went on just as usual. Did his dream of becoming hokage even matter anymore, when faced with two ill-disposed shinobi who were both mentally unstable and intrinsically untrustable?
He scrunched up his nose, turning on his feet to take in the entire sky. Even cloud-watching didn’t seem to have a point to it, but Naruto knew that is exactly why Shikamaru did it. Life is filled full of pointless things; Shikamaru just chose the one with the least pretensions. His eyes landed dully on the mountain. The faces carved into it seemed alien to him. A testament to an era lost. He walked towards it, steps crunching on the ground. He stopped as quickly as he had started, realising that he wouldn’t be able to take this much longer. His entire body felt heavy, moving his eyes took too much energy. He crumpled in on himself and fell to the floor, curling in on himself, willing himself not to cry about it. He was a man now, he could do this. He could find them somehow, he would not lose his mind, he still had something to aim for. The village may be gone, but it could come alive one day. He would make it so.
He sat up on his haunches, brushing off the dust, hoping no one had seen his little display. His ears strained to hear anything, but there was only the rush of the wind, the sound of lone birds in the air. He could almost hear the bustle, his ear bringing to life memories a year old.
Who could kill an entire village without a trace? Naruto shook his head, the braid whipping behind him. A dark blur was just out of sight to his right. Sasuke. He glared at the horizon above the mountain once more.
Sasuke came to a stop next to his old friend. Although whether he could call him that was still being reviewed. Did he trust this boy? Did he trust either of them? They’d left him alone so far, not caring where he went. So he had gone where he wanted to, without hindrance. Konoha was empty. It was bound to happen, he was bound to search the more sane demon kid out. He was surprised at that though. The silence should have fit him perfectly. He had enjoyed silence before he left, had been silent during his entire encounter with Itachi. Not a word spoken, just the flash of metal in moonlight and the grunts and groans that came when flesh met flesh. He thoughtfully ran a finger over his knuckles, grinning weakly at the thought of them meeting Itachi’s face repeatedly.
He looked Naruto closely, unashamedly staring at him, taking in the details of his change. Still the same blue eyes, but the slant to them had changed, more serious, nowhere near haggard, but grown. His hair, still blond, but now bound in a rough braid that flew down his spine to rest near the base. He had seen it fly behind the boy, along with the tails that now flickered anxiously, now lazily. He could see he was at ease, but wary.
“No sign of a monster, Sasuke. No sign of blood or bones. So what happened? The only thing I can come up with is that they left. But why? Why would they leave? Why would they leave and not tell me, not leave a sign so I could follow?” Naruto sounded pained. His fist tightened. Sasuke followed his line of sight up to the mountain. The hokage. It is what he had always wanted to be. The pain in Naruto’s voice suddenly tore him apart. He had lost his family, but to Naruto the village had been his family, full of evil aunts and uncles who shunned him but loving grandmothers like Tsunade. He knew what it felt like to be alone.
He looked a the Hokage mountain again. It had barely weathered in the time he had been gone. Monuments to an age gone. They left. Naruto turned on him. Reasons, not monsters, too peaceful, they left. A fist curled his shirt into a ball, pulling them nose to nose.They HAD to leave. Sasuke blankly looked the boy, no, man, into the eyes.
“Don’t you fucking die on me, you’re all I have left.” Naruto hissed into his mouth, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips. He barely processed the warm hot heat, melting just a little into it, and coming to the same conclusion. His eyes shifted to the mountain once more, and what his mother had said came to him.
Run to the mountains when we evacuate.
Naruto pulled back, a satisfied look on his face, letting go of the shirt. Sasuke looked glazed. He found that very satisfying indeed. He licked his lips thoughtfully, Sasuke standing stock still next to him. He turned back to the mountain. He felt, rather than saw, Sasuke come back to the living next to him, felt it in the way the atmosphere shimmered back into reality. He cleared his throat.
“They evacuated.”
AN: Thanks for the review akuma_river, much appreciated!
Thanks also to YaoiIshPretty; you pointed something out to me I had forgotten about. Either way I think it has helped more than it has hindered, thanks so much for the review, you motivated me to finish this chapter!
The tension in the kitchen of Naruto’s former apartment was audible. Naruto warily watched Sasuke and Gaara, worried that they may tear each other apart. This would present him with two problems, a dead Sasuke and a homicidal Gaara. The power imbalance in the room was palpable. He’d rather Sasuke was on his side anyway, but he didn’t like him very much at the moment, very less trust him with his life. But Gaara was no guarantee either. He idly stirred the last cup of Ramen he had found in his cupboard. Possibly the brightest thing in his life right now, even with Sasuke suddenly barging back in.
That was still a problem, one that wouldn’t go away if they kept spitting fire at each other as if they were still Genin.
“Why is he mumbling to himself?” Sasuke leant towards him to ask.
“I don’t know, to be honest. Sometimes he talks to his Mother, but recently she keeps replying. Something about not smelling any blood.” He replied matter-of-factly.
“When did it start?”
“When we got here.”
“And you never thought to ask him why his ‘Mother’ keeps talking to him?”
“Not really. Gaara is Gaara.”
“Right.” Sasuke pauses. “What about you?”
“You mean the demon.”
“No, you. Seeing as you’re one, now. Am I right?”
“He realized he wasn’t getting out any time soon, so he might as well help me out by shutting the fuck up and handing over the powers.”
“So he used to talk to you.”
“Kind of.” Talking about this was coming easily to him. “I now have the tails, but none of his memories. Which is good.”
“So sandboy is uncomfortable here, but you look as if this is the usual welcome.”
“Let me tell you something,” Naruto looks at Sasuke, who is still leaning towards him, away from Gaara, “this place is creeping me out.”
“So what do we do until….”
“I’ve checked everything I can think of. Clothes, useful belongings – they are all gone. Other than random pieces of paper, Tsunade’s office is cleared of all the cool Hokage stuff.”
“Someone other than the three of us should be here now, unless they alerted all of them.”
“Theoretically, yes. Just, the mission we went on was so highly priced, and paid in advance, that Tsunade declared peace and only issued short C and D-rank missions.” The noodles in his cup were done, just a few pieces of vegetable were left. He crunched his nose up at them and set them to the side.
“Oh, that’s just fantastic.”
“No need for sarcasm, I’m with you on this one. I wanted to get home, have people welcome me back….”
“You finished the mission but Gaara was coming back with you?”
“He wanted to.”
“And you said; ‘hey, sure homicidal maniac, come on in!’” Gaara’s eyes snapped open at that moment.
“I don’t kill for fun.” He gravely said. Sasuke eyed them both with an equal measure of disgust, and walked out. Naruto looked at Gaara, lip curling up slightly in suppressed laughter. He was about to be hysteric.
+++
Naruto looked along the street; wondering where exactly everyone could be. They’d searched the village, combing through every street, alley, nooks and crannies possible, hoping for a clue. The streets were empty. It still didn’t quite feel real. Being here, and everyone not. This, formerly the market square, would have been busy during the day. Stalls stood empty, lacking charm, lacking life. Dust swirled around the legs of tables once reserved for breads, cheeses and meat. He had to tear his eyes from the scene, lifting it to the sky. It was blue, the sun was shining. It was enough to make a grown man cry at the irony. Life went on just as usual. Did his dream of becoming hokage even matter anymore, when faced with two ill-disposed shinobi who were both mentally unstable and intrinsically untrustable?
He scrunched up his nose, turning on his feet to take in the entire sky. Even cloud-watching didn’t seem to have a point to it, but Naruto knew that is exactly why Shikamaru did it. Life is filled full of pointless things; Shikamaru just chose the one with the least pretensions. His eyes landed dully on the mountain. The faces carved into it seemed alien to him. A testament to an era lost. He walked towards it, steps crunching on the ground. He stopped as quickly as he had started, realising that he wouldn’t be able to take this much longer. His entire body felt heavy, moving his eyes took too much energy. He crumpled in on himself and fell to the floor, curling in on himself, willing himself not to cry about it. He was a man now, he could do this. He could find them somehow, he would not lose his mind, he still had something to aim for. The village may be gone, but it could come alive one day. He would make it so.
He sat up on his haunches, brushing off the dust, hoping no one had seen his little display. His ears strained to hear anything, but there was only the rush of the wind, the sound of lone birds in the air. He could almost hear the bustle, his ear bringing to life memories a year old.
Who could kill an entire village without a trace? Naruto shook his head, the braid whipping behind him. A dark blur was just out of sight to his right. Sasuke. He glared at the horizon above the mountain once more.
Sasuke came to a stop next to his old friend. Although whether he could call him that was still being reviewed. Did he trust this boy? Did he trust either of them? They’d left him alone so far, not caring where he went. So he had gone where he wanted to, without hindrance. Konoha was empty. It was bound to happen, he was bound to search the more sane demon kid out. He was surprised at that though. The silence should have fit him perfectly. He had enjoyed silence before he left, had been silent during his entire encounter with Itachi. Not a word spoken, just the flash of metal in moonlight and the grunts and groans that came when flesh met flesh. He thoughtfully ran a finger over his knuckles, grinning weakly at the thought of them meeting Itachi’s face repeatedly.
He looked Naruto closely, unashamedly staring at him, taking in the details of his change. Still the same blue eyes, but the slant to them had changed, more serious, nowhere near haggard, but grown. His hair, still blond, but now bound in a rough braid that flew down his spine to rest near the base. He had seen it fly behind the boy, along with the tails that now flickered anxiously, now lazily. He could see he was at ease, but wary.
“No sign of a monster, Sasuke. No sign of blood or bones. So what happened? The only thing I can come up with is that they left. But why? Why would they leave? Why would they leave and not tell me, not leave a sign so I could follow?” Naruto sounded pained. His fist tightened. Sasuke followed his line of sight up to the mountain. The hokage. It is what he had always wanted to be. The pain in Naruto’s voice suddenly tore him apart. He had lost his family, but to Naruto the village had been his family, full of evil aunts and uncles who shunned him but loving grandmothers like Tsunade. He knew what it felt like to be alone.
He looked a the Hokage mountain again. It had barely weathered in the time he had been gone. Monuments to an age gone. They left. Naruto turned on him. Reasons, not monsters, too peaceful, they left. A fist curled his shirt into a ball, pulling them nose to nose.They HAD to leave. Sasuke blankly looked the boy, no, man, into the eyes.
“Don’t you fucking die on me, you’re all I have left.” Naruto hissed into his mouth, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips. He barely processed the warm hot heat, melting just a little into it, and coming to the same conclusion. His eyes shifted to the mountain once more, and what his mother had said came to him.
Run to the mountains when we evacuate.
Naruto pulled back, a satisfied look on his face, letting go of the shirt. Sasuke looked glazed. He found that very satisfying indeed. He licked his lips thoughtfully, Sasuke standing stock still next to him. He turned back to the mountain. He felt, rather than saw, Sasuke come back to the living next to him, felt it in the way the atmosphere shimmered back into reality. He cleared his throat.
“They evacuated.”
AN: Thanks for the review akuma_river, much appreciated!
Thanks also to YaoiIshPretty; you pointed something out to me I had forgotten about. Either way I think it has helped more than it has hindered, thanks so much for the review, you motivated me to finish this chapter!