Black Aria
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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1,341
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15
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III
III
Naruto had to admit ANBU training was fun – if it wasn’t Ibiki setting down the regimen. You wanted to like the guy, you really did, but he was just such a hard-ass that if made liking him impossible. And, of course, word of him making jounin tank spread like wildfire throughout the village, and just about ever single one of his friends gave him some sort of gift. The greatest gift, though, had come in the form of information. Thankfully, the idiot Rock Lee had made the announcement after Naruto had finished getting the ANBU tattoo or else Naruto would have been pissed. And bloody.
Genin. Naruto was to train genin. No missions of jounin rank, but errands.
Dammit.
Naruto adjusted his jacket’s collar and crouched on a tree branch that overlooked the Academy playground. He told himself he was only spying on Iruka and Kyuubi spent a good half-hour laughing at him.
He didn’t want genin.
He wanted to remember what he couldn’t.
“Yo.”
Dammit.
Naruto turned to look up at Kakashi, still admiring the way the man could read porn and seem like he was paying attention. Of course, the book he was reading was several years out of date and the last in the series. A wonderful heirloom.
“Yo.” Naruto replied with perfect inflection, shifting just a bit so his sensei could sit. Kakashi’s single eye searched his face, and the blonde couldn’t help the recoil.
“Naruto.”
“I’m fine.”
“No.” Kakashi said. “you’re not fine. You haven’t been around people and have been normal.”
“What is normal?” Naruto asked. “You and Iruka know I can’t remember what happened, just like you know who I can’t remember. No one is tilling mean anything and suddenly I’m going to be responsible – personally responsible – for three lives. I’m only eighteen! I can’t do this!”
“Yes you can.” Kakashi replied. “You’re the youngest jounin we have, the youngest ANBU. You defeated single-handedly a threat to Tsunade and Konoha. You can’t remember because you’re not ready to remember, and you don’t even know who your team is yet.”
Naruto frowned and looked away from the elder shinobi. “I’m not who I was.”
“We know that.” Kakashi sighed. “You have many friends, Naruto. You have people who care about you. You’ve pushed them all away, and I don’t want you becoming like me.”
They shared a long silence, Naruto staring at the emptying playground as Kakashi scanned the branches. Finally Naruto reached out to hug his former sensei and Kakashi returned the gesture after a moment.
You’re not alone, Kyuubi said softly. I’ll be helping you.
“If you’re afraid,” Kakashi said, “you can call one of us.”
Naruto pulled back and smiled. “I’ll be alright. I think I’ll go find Sakura. She needs a good punch in the shoulder.”
Naruto vanished then, and Iruka dropped his Kakashi-henge Naruto had seen through it, of course, just as Iruka had seen through Kyuubi’s henge. Of course, Iruka hadn’t said a word to anyone about Kyuubi – and Naruto didn’t remember showing Iruka the ability – and as long as Naruto was happy Iruka couldn’t say anything. But he desperately wished he could tell Naruto about Sasuke. Sighing, because he knew that wasn’t a possibility, Iruka transported himself back to his classroom to observe the three Naruto was to train.
“He knows.” Kyuubi groused, sprawling out on the hospital’s roof. “he has to know.” Kyuubi didn’t bother to add that Iruka had known.
Naruto nibble a cracker. “Iruka’s not going to say anything.”
“Of course not. But he’s right, you know. You’re not the same as you ere – you lost a year of your life and you haven’t fully recovered mentally. They’re fast-tracking your training for this coming graduation and you only woke up a month ago.”
“I want to tell Sakura,” Naruto whispered. Kyuubi tensed.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“She’s a medic nin and my best friend. Besides, even if she does tell… who’d believe her? And I’d rather tell someone who could keep panic to a minimum should anything get out of hand.”
Kyuubi sighed, conceding the point. Too much shit had happened that Naruto couldn’t remember, and now life was hitting him hard. His friends had lives of their own; missions weren’t falling in his lap’ and his goal (whatever it had been) had been wiped from his mind. Naruto had nothing to do and while Kyuubi could easily fix that (and he badly wanted to) he knew Naruto wasn’t ready. Mentally he was; physically, not so much. A few more weeks though, and his kit wouldn’t be able to walk right.
“Naruto?” Sakura asked suddenly. “Who’s that?”
The blonde jounin looked up a the pink-haired kunoichi with impossibly innocent blue eyes. “Kyuubi.”
Kyuubi watched Sakura try not to fall down. She sat slowly beside Naruto, silent for a while. Then she rounded on the poor blonde.
“Are you nuts? If anyone else knew who he was, you’d be lucky to see the light of day!”
Naruto blinked. “You’re not afraid?”
“Why would I be?” Sakura huffed. “For one, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, and for two, he’s part of you.”
“Not really,” Kyuubi quipped.
“You know what I meant,” Sakura snapped.
Naruto laughed, which certainly lifted his company’s hearts. Sakura shifted to face Naruto as the blonde slowly began t talk. This, Sakura decided as she sat with her friend on the hospital roof, was exactly what he had needed.
Kyuubi couldn’t have agreed more.
Naruto had to admit ANBU training was fun – if it wasn’t Ibiki setting down the regimen. You wanted to like the guy, you really did, but he was just such a hard-ass that if made liking him impossible. And, of course, word of him making jounin tank spread like wildfire throughout the village, and just about ever single one of his friends gave him some sort of gift. The greatest gift, though, had come in the form of information. Thankfully, the idiot Rock Lee had made the announcement after Naruto had finished getting the ANBU tattoo or else Naruto would have been pissed. And bloody.
Genin. Naruto was to train genin. No missions of jounin rank, but errands.
Dammit.
Naruto adjusted his jacket’s collar and crouched on a tree branch that overlooked the Academy playground. He told himself he was only spying on Iruka and Kyuubi spent a good half-hour laughing at him.
He didn’t want genin.
He wanted to remember what he couldn’t.
“Yo.”
Dammit.
Naruto turned to look up at Kakashi, still admiring the way the man could read porn and seem like he was paying attention. Of course, the book he was reading was several years out of date and the last in the series. A wonderful heirloom.
“Yo.” Naruto replied with perfect inflection, shifting just a bit so his sensei could sit. Kakashi’s single eye searched his face, and the blonde couldn’t help the recoil.
“Naruto.”
“I’m fine.”
“No.” Kakashi said. “you’re not fine. You haven’t been around people and have been normal.”
“What is normal?” Naruto asked. “You and Iruka know I can’t remember what happened, just like you know who I can’t remember. No one is tilling mean anything and suddenly I’m going to be responsible – personally responsible – for three lives. I’m only eighteen! I can’t do this!”
“Yes you can.” Kakashi replied. “You’re the youngest jounin we have, the youngest ANBU. You defeated single-handedly a threat to Tsunade and Konoha. You can’t remember because you’re not ready to remember, and you don’t even know who your team is yet.”
Naruto frowned and looked away from the elder shinobi. “I’m not who I was.”
“We know that.” Kakashi sighed. “You have many friends, Naruto. You have people who care about you. You’ve pushed them all away, and I don’t want you becoming like me.”
They shared a long silence, Naruto staring at the emptying playground as Kakashi scanned the branches. Finally Naruto reached out to hug his former sensei and Kakashi returned the gesture after a moment.
You’re not alone, Kyuubi said softly. I’ll be helping you.
“If you’re afraid,” Kakashi said, “you can call one of us.”
Naruto pulled back and smiled. “I’ll be alright. I think I’ll go find Sakura. She needs a good punch in the shoulder.”
Naruto vanished then, and Iruka dropped his Kakashi-henge Naruto had seen through it, of course, just as Iruka had seen through Kyuubi’s henge. Of course, Iruka hadn’t said a word to anyone about Kyuubi – and Naruto didn’t remember showing Iruka the ability – and as long as Naruto was happy Iruka couldn’t say anything. But he desperately wished he could tell Naruto about Sasuke. Sighing, because he knew that wasn’t a possibility, Iruka transported himself back to his classroom to observe the three Naruto was to train.
“He knows.” Kyuubi groused, sprawling out on the hospital’s roof. “he has to know.” Kyuubi didn’t bother to add that Iruka had known.
Naruto nibble a cracker. “Iruka’s not going to say anything.”
“Of course not. But he’s right, you know. You’re not the same as you ere – you lost a year of your life and you haven’t fully recovered mentally. They’re fast-tracking your training for this coming graduation and you only woke up a month ago.”
“I want to tell Sakura,” Naruto whispered. Kyuubi tensed.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“She’s a medic nin and my best friend. Besides, even if she does tell… who’d believe her? And I’d rather tell someone who could keep panic to a minimum should anything get out of hand.”
Kyuubi sighed, conceding the point. Too much shit had happened that Naruto couldn’t remember, and now life was hitting him hard. His friends had lives of their own; missions weren’t falling in his lap’ and his goal (whatever it had been) had been wiped from his mind. Naruto had nothing to do and while Kyuubi could easily fix that (and he badly wanted to) he knew Naruto wasn’t ready. Mentally he was; physically, not so much. A few more weeks though, and his kit wouldn’t be able to walk right.
“Naruto?” Sakura asked suddenly. “Who’s that?”
The blonde jounin looked up a the pink-haired kunoichi with impossibly innocent blue eyes. “Kyuubi.”
Kyuubi watched Sakura try not to fall down. She sat slowly beside Naruto, silent for a while. Then she rounded on the poor blonde.
“Are you nuts? If anyone else knew who he was, you’d be lucky to see the light of day!”
Naruto blinked. “You’re not afraid?”
“Why would I be?” Sakura huffed. “For one, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, and for two, he’s part of you.”
“Not really,” Kyuubi quipped.
“You know what I meant,” Sakura snapped.
Naruto laughed, which certainly lifted his company’s hearts. Sakura shifted to face Naruto as the blonde slowly began t talk. This, Sakura decided as she sat with her friend on the hospital roof, was exactly what he had needed.
Kyuubi couldn’t have agreed more.