The Trust 'Verse, Part II - Relinquish
folder
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,211
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,211
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Interlude
The Trust 'Verse
The Curse of the Uchiha's Vanity
†
Sasuke stalked in through the front door, a headache already blossoming beautifully behind his eyes. He’d only just managed to escape from this week’s Clan meeting. The main topic on the agenda for today had been disputes regarding territorial boundaries of Clan property.
Luckily for Sasuke, it was only the less well established Clans that were really faced with this problem – the Uchiha compound stood proud and strong and no one dared to try and trespass. The same went for the Hyuuga’s. But, in retrospect, perhaps, it would be equally apt to describe this fact as unluckily, because as a result Sasuke was pretty much forced to sit and endure petty arguments and endless bickering that which had little to nothing to do with himself.
Oh, that and Sasuke really hated politics, even at the Clan level.
Or maybe, especially at the Clan level, he reflected sagely.
Previously, it had been Sakura who would attend. And she had done so diligently, until that one time when she lost her temper at a meeting and destroyed the entire living area of the Nara Clan. She had thereafter been banned. Shikamaru had been seriously pissed, which had been a strangely frightening thing, or so Sasuke had been told by those who had witnessed his arrival as he returned from a mission, only to discover that a chunk of his house missing.
In essence, what this all meant was that Sasuke had subsequently been required to go in her stead, as really, there was no one else left. A sad state of affairs for the Uchiha Clan, but… maybe Iwa…
Shaking his head at himself, Sasuke flopped back onto one of the squishy lounges, happy to sit and relax and do nothing but massage his temples.
“What’s wrong, Tou-san?”
Sasuke opened his eyes, and blinked.
“What—” the hell happened to your hair!? He had been about to say, but somehow managed to censor himself. It didn’t stop him from staring, however. Toshirou’s beautiful hair, instead of standing in its usual rooster-tail style, was… was… Sasuke took a calming breath, flopping over to one side like a certain perverted jounin sensei’s did.
“Tou-san?” Toshirou repeated, uncertainly.
“Ah…” Sasuke said, for lack of a better reply. Clearing his throat, he added, “Your hair looks… different.”
Toshirou just beamed back at him, his smile wide and bright, and so fucking creepy when accompanied by that hair. “It’s really cool, na, Tou-san?”
Sasuke felt his headache throb just that little bit harder. Possibly thanks to the fact that he could feel Sakura glaring at him from the doorway. Watch yourself, Sasuke-kun, he could practically hear her thinking at him.
“Ah, ‘Shirou,” Sasuke began, swallowing convulsively, before forcing the words out, “it’s… very,” Sasuke made a face much like the very thought was distasteful and ended on, “cool.”
If it were possible, Toshirou seemed to grin even bigger and brighter at his Tou-san’s affirmation, before he happily scampered out of the room.
Deflating back into his squishy seat, Sasuke moaned pitifully.
My son’s perfectly styled hair… that bastard, Kakashi… look what he’s done to my precious Toshirou!
“Sakura!” Sasuke finally cried, aghast. “How could you let him?”
Sakura sighed heavily, “Don’t you think I tried to stop him? And you know what ‘Shirou is like. Once he’s set on something, it’s nigh on impossible to get him to do otherwise.”
Sasuke had actually meant her letting Kakashi influence their son like that. But she did have a point about Toshirou’s personality in general. It was far too much like a mischievous kitsune, always ready to play.
“’Che. Shouldn’t have let him spend so much time with that dobe,” Sasuke muttered grumpily.
Sakura merely laughed at him, before saying, “Oh? And you think it’s Naruto’s fault that he turned out as stubborn and big-headed as he did?”
Sasuke frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sakura smiled, “Why don’t you go play with Furiko’s hair instead, I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”
Sasuke felt his eye twitch, “What are you implying?”
Sakura’s smile, much like her son’s had, grew brighter. “Nothing, dear.” Before she too happily sauntered out of the room.
Left to his own devices, Sasuke ran his fingers through his own hair.
An Uchiha’s hair was his pride. Every Uchiha knew that. And in spite of all he’d done to destroy the Uchiha Clan, at the very least, Itachi had never forgotten that.
Sasuke blinked as he spotted Iwa walk gracefully by in the main hallway. Even if it had grown out a bit at the back, Iwa’s hair was still charmingly fashioned much like his own.
Sasuke smiled proudly. At least one of his sons would carry on his legacy.
…And maybe if Sasuke cut it short enough, Toshirou wouldn’t be able to make it look like the hair of that porn-reading idiot sensei of his.
Scheming, Sasuke felt his headache begin to ease. With a smirk, Sasuke lazed back into his seat.
Sometimes it was hard being beautiful.
†
The Curse of the Uchiha's Vanity
†
Sasuke stalked in through the front door, a headache already blossoming beautifully behind his eyes. He’d only just managed to escape from this week’s Clan meeting. The main topic on the agenda for today had been disputes regarding territorial boundaries of Clan property.
Luckily for Sasuke, it was only the less well established Clans that were really faced with this problem – the Uchiha compound stood proud and strong and no one dared to try and trespass. The same went for the Hyuuga’s. But, in retrospect, perhaps, it would be equally apt to describe this fact as unluckily, because as a result Sasuke was pretty much forced to sit and endure petty arguments and endless bickering that which had little to nothing to do with himself.
Oh, that and Sasuke really hated politics, even at the Clan level.
Or maybe, especially at the Clan level, he reflected sagely.
Previously, it had been Sakura who would attend. And she had done so diligently, until that one time when she lost her temper at a meeting and destroyed the entire living area of the Nara Clan. She had thereafter been banned. Shikamaru had been seriously pissed, which had been a strangely frightening thing, or so Sasuke had been told by those who had witnessed his arrival as he returned from a mission, only to discover that a chunk of his house missing.
In essence, what this all meant was that Sasuke had subsequently been required to go in her stead, as really, there was no one else left. A sad state of affairs for the Uchiha Clan, but… maybe Iwa…
Shaking his head at himself, Sasuke flopped back onto one of the squishy lounges, happy to sit and relax and do nothing but massage his temples.
“What’s wrong, Tou-san?”
Sasuke opened his eyes, and blinked.
“What—” the hell happened to your hair!? He had been about to say, but somehow managed to censor himself. It didn’t stop him from staring, however. Toshirou’s beautiful hair, instead of standing in its usual rooster-tail style, was… was… Sasuke took a calming breath, flopping over to one side like a certain perverted jounin sensei’s did.
“Tou-san?” Toshirou repeated, uncertainly.
“Ah…” Sasuke said, for lack of a better reply. Clearing his throat, he added, “Your hair looks… different.”
Toshirou just beamed back at him, his smile wide and bright, and so fucking creepy when accompanied by that hair. “It’s really cool, na, Tou-san?”
Sasuke felt his headache throb just that little bit harder. Possibly thanks to the fact that he could feel Sakura glaring at him from the doorway. Watch yourself, Sasuke-kun, he could practically hear her thinking at him.
“Ah, ‘Shirou,” Sasuke began, swallowing convulsively, before forcing the words out, “it’s… very,” Sasuke made a face much like the very thought was distasteful and ended on, “cool.”
If it were possible, Toshirou seemed to grin even bigger and brighter at his Tou-san’s affirmation, before he happily scampered out of the room.
Deflating back into his squishy seat, Sasuke moaned pitifully.
My son’s perfectly styled hair… that bastard, Kakashi… look what he’s done to my precious Toshirou!
“Sakura!” Sasuke finally cried, aghast. “How could you let him?”
Sakura sighed heavily, “Don’t you think I tried to stop him? And you know what ‘Shirou is like. Once he’s set on something, it’s nigh on impossible to get him to do otherwise.”
Sasuke had actually meant her letting Kakashi influence their son like that. But she did have a point about Toshirou’s personality in general. It was far too much like a mischievous kitsune, always ready to play.
“’Che. Shouldn’t have let him spend so much time with that dobe,” Sasuke muttered grumpily.
Sakura merely laughed at him, before saying, “Oh? And you think it’s Naruto’s fault that he turned out as stubborn and big-headed as he did?”
Sasuke frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sakura smiled, “Why don’t you go play with Furiko’s hair instead, I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”
Sasuke felt his eye twitch, “What are you implying?”
Sakura’s smile, much like her son’s had, grew brighter. “Nothing, dear.” Before she too happily sauntered out of the room.
Left to his own devices, Sasuke ran his fingers through his own hair.
An Uchiha’s hair was his pride. Every Uchiha knew that. And in spite of all he’d done to destroy the Uchiha Clan, at the very least, Itachi had never forgotten that.
Sasuke blinked as he spotted Iwa walk gracefully by in the main hallway. Even if it had grown out a bit at the back, Iwa’s hair was still charmingly fashioned much like his own.
Sasuke smiled proudly. At least one of his sons would carry on his legacy.
…And maybe if Sasuke cut it short enough, Toshirou wouldn’t be able to make it look like the hair of that porn-reading idiot sensei of his.
Scheming, Sasuke felt his headache begin to ease. With a smirk, Sasuke lazed back into his seat.
Sometimes it was hard being beautiful.
†