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What Do Black Roses Smell Like?
Territory Which None Trod
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates: Gah! I love you guys! I wish I could send you boxes of cookies and Pocky. (Because that stuff absolutely rocks) Thanks so much for the reviews *throws cookies* I'm really sorry for the long wait, Christmas gets me very busy, but I'm trying for you guys, too! You deserve love as well! I'll try to get in another chapter within the week as a Christmas gift, but don't expect to get a chapter after that in like...two weeks. I'm a party girl! ^^
Chapter V: What Do Black Roses Smell Like?
The mid-morning after Naruto left with Sakura over his shoulder was a quiet one. Sasuke was left to clean the drunken mess they had all created, and when he was finished with all the garbage, he didn’t have the heart to throw out the expensive sake bottle that was still half full. Or half empty, as Sasuke’s bleary mind saw it.
He just left it on his table and walked away. Gathering himself and pulling on his hair to straighten out before he left was second nature, so he grabbed his keys and left. When he broke out into a stride once out his door, Naruto’s words still echoed within him, like a guilty arrow had hit its mark and was now bouncing off the walls of his heart.
He headed for…oh it didn’t matter where he went. He would still be followed by ANBU. And of course Kakashi. When he hit the first part of the outskirts of Konoha, a dark shadow loomed over him faster than he could have wished to blink. Hmm…these guys were good…
Sasuke turned to see a cloaked figure and a white, painted animal mask of a bird with a crooked beak. “Where are you going?” He said gruffly, muffled, scruffy voice due to his annoyance and his mask. It sounded familiar, but everyone did these days, like a melding of a thousand sounds.
Sasuke slit his eyes in even more annoyance than the Black-OPS man had shown, “I’m not leaving Konoha again, if that’s what you think.” He spat. “I wanted to get some alone time,” he looked up disgustedly, “Not like I have to explain myself to you, anyway.” And with that, Sasuke walked off, and the man shrunk back into the shadows with a wounded pride.
Sasuke hadn’t noticed it till now, but they had been there ever since he had entered the woods, Kabuto and he. He chided himself angrily that he hadn’t noticed before. It was a nuisance, but Sasuke thought he might be a bit rusty with his skills. Three years of pointless killing and no training to hone significant skills were wearing down his psychological will on the inside—and his physical abilities to train heavily as he used to.
He spat on the ground, as if having a bad taste in his mouth, cursing that damn Snake Lord. At least his was still on his feet, he thought to himself, reminding his senses that there were intruders in his privacy as he now noted footsteps behind him once again. He would have noted this off as ANBU again, but the trace chakra patterns were enough to make him notice again.
Sasuke bit off a barked laugh, he didn’t even try to hide himself anymore, didn’t try to poof up like he did when they were young, didn’t try to quiet his footsteps, didn’t even try to be devious anymore.
Sasuke also didn’t turn to say it to the man, either. “You’re getting old.” He said coldly, like swatting away a fly—that’s what that voice sounded like at the moment.
The silver-haired man laughed heartily. Well, that was because his heart was aching at the moment. “That’s not a nice way to greet your old sensei, is it?” He said gently, as if coddling him.
“Let’s cut the pleasantries, shall we?!” Sasuke snapped back waspishly. He clenched his fists, as to not hit someone with a backhand. The boy was getting angrier by the moment.
Kakashi walked closer, placing a hand on his narrow shoulder, “Sasuke…” He never finished though, leaning down and buried his face into raven locks that smelt of sake and vanilla.
“Get off…” He grunted back.
“Never.” Kakashi smirked into the silky hair; wrapping his arms around the teen, lips running down to meet his. Sasuke groaned something akin to his name, and then turned his cheek, and they were flushed like the first rose blooms of summer. “There’s ANBU here!” He growled, blushing profusely.
The older man chuckled quietly as the autumn leaves that littered the ground rose with the wind and danced around their feet. “I sent them away. Told ‘em I’d watch you.”
Sasuke murmured in disbelief at the so called ‘protectors’ of his. Then Kakashi shifted, looking down, “But if the chance of getting caught excites you, then I guess I’ll have to call them--”
“No thanks.”
“I’ll keep a secret if you will.” And with that, Kakashi pushed him onto the soft bed of grass among the darkened red and orange trees. Sasuke could feel Kakashi undo that ridiculous purple belt and slip his hand under the black, scratchy fabric. “I hate when you keep this body of yours all covered like this.” Kakashi whispered into his collarbone, suckling and leaving a dubious mark. He then pushed the over his neck, flicking his tongue over a dusky nipple, already hardened from the cold.
Sasuke arched up, throwing a hand over his eyes. In shame or embarrassment, no one would ever know, maybe except Kakashi. “You old pervert…” He groaned, but Kakashi pulled the hand away from his face, leaning up to look at him, “Don’t cover your eyes either, I like to look at them.”
“Ahhn…”
***
The sky was overcast as the raven-haired Uchiha returned to his apartment, his clothes disheveled and full of strange white marks upon. Well, you could guess from that much what had happened, right? He trawled for his keys in his pockets, only to find it had somehow gotten down his pants in his haste. Hmm…he’d have to be more careful. If there was a next time, that is. He was still irritated at himself for letting it happen again. Jeez…
After getting the keys out of his pants, (and finally realizing what that unpleasant feeling was…) he let the door swing open on its own and bounce on the stop a little. As he walked in, the only thing he was greeted by was silence and darkness. The apartment would usually be alight with the sun’s setting illumination, but all it brought him now was a bluish gray glow of the angry sky that currently matched his mood.
Sasuke made his way to the table to put aside his keys. When he walked across the floorboards, the blue radiance and shadows danced along the flooring from the window, from him. As he put the keys onto the side table, he started to stride away, fingers absently brushing across the table’s cold metal.
His fingers hit something on the way, soft and warm, sending it skittering along the floor. He blinked, looking down as his black tresses fell around his chin, throwing shadows along the contours of his face.
Black roses. A whole bouquet of them, lying there ever so innocently! Black petals were strewn around the hall near it, some still floating placidly down, on silver lining of the window’s light. Sasuke’s knees hit the floor sickly, hunching over with a pained grunts. “ArrrrghhhhhHHH…” He clenched his teeth, grabbing his neck. It hurt so much. Like a kunai being stabbed and dragged through his neck and shoulder…over and over again. His throat was constricting, nostrils filled with the heady scent of the buds, mind reeling with dizziness. Through the uncertain haze he groaned, grabbing the sharp corner of the table. He pulled himself up and at the same time sliced open his palm, letting the pain rouse him a small bit. He stumbled to the door, scrabbling at the knob, for what he didn’t know—but maybe if he got far enough from those God forsaken roses he’d be fine.
Throwing it open, he came face-to-face with his ANBU guard. The one he had met before. The pointed, crooked beak of the mask poked his nose as he ran into the man, surprising him. Now Sasuke wasn’t a usually excitable guy—not at all, but this ANBU guy was certainly getting on his nerves.
“Are you OK?” The taller man said, fixing his mask looking down at him.
Sasuke winced, making a slight sound as a particular stab of pain got to him, but he tried his best to hide it. He was more than sure it was heard, though. “I-I’m fine, now go away.” He said a bit shakily, yet still managing to be snide. He felt the blood of his hand drip onto his foot, and quickly but slyly hid it behind his back as if scratching it. That resulted in his whole back being covered in blood, though. But hey, it worked.
That is until he just knew the black haired man had seen it. “Maybe I should come in to see if you’re alright.” He whistled, taking a step closer.
Sasuke stood his ground. He held onto the knob with his bloody hand with white knuckles. “You see me now don’t you? I’m fine. Now go away.” He warned.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Tsunade-sama’s orders.” And with that he advanced a step. But it was like no ordinary step forward, not like a step, step towards something, it was too quick, too swift that he disappeared in a flash of black and silver.
It left Sasuke to wonder where in the blue blazes he had gone and if that’s how fast they all were in the ANBU. The second thought, of course was completely unnecessary, if not out of amusement.
But then, he reappeared behind Sasuke, hand shooting out past his ear quicker than his Sharingan could predict, shutting the door with the tips of his fingers with nothing more than a creak of its hinges. “Let’s close the door shall we?” he said cheerily in that familiar hushed tone. Not meaning to sound redundant to himself, but he thought again how everything sounded alike these days.
The last surviving Uchiha whipped around, glaring and wincing at the same time due to the speed in which he turned his throbbing neck. “What are you…”
“Now look at that, how did you do it?” The man said in a mildly surprised tone, pointing to Sasuke’s still bleeding palm. It in still, spite of everything didn’t hurt as much as his neck, though.
Sasuke was seriously disturbed now. Why the Hell would Tsunade order a creep to stalk him like this, come into his house? And if she didn’t order him to come to his house, then why was he going past his call of duty? Was it part of Tsunade’s plan? Was it Kakashi who asked him to? Was it Kakashi? Or did he just see Sasuke as easy prey since he was already ordered to keep surveillance on him? “Can you get out now? I’m a trained ninja, too; I can clean my own wounds.” He growled, stepping back a little to escape the intrusion into his personal space. The only problem was…his back hit the door.
God damned door.
Well, he had two choices: Unlock the God damned door (which was now locked…); or step forward and rip this guy a new one.
***
Erratic knocking sounded on his door as Kakashi prepared his lonely dinner of one. He slowly put down his knife, got a kunai instead, and walked to the door to open it. He looked through the peephole and found it annoyingly covered by the large breast of whomever was knocking on the door. No matter, he knew precisely who it was, anyway.
He opened the door, and Tsunade almost pounded on his chest as it was, before she withdrew her fist.
He looked down at the lady, surprised that she would actually come to say something herself and not send a bird, or messenger; he voiced exactly son.
She gasped, out of breath from running here on her heels, “It’s Sasuke! He’s in trouble…the ANBU members I sent to guard him, they’re…!”
********
Hi guys! Sorry for the reeeeeaaaallly long hiatus! I really am pushing the envelope with only describing HALF of Kakashi x Sasuke, aren’t I? Gahhhhhh I’m sorryyy! But there was this one funny part in the chapter I’d like to mention (well, I thought it was funny...) : It was the part when Sasuke was on the floor screaming ‘ArrrggghhhhHH…” –Yeah, I initially thought of the Incredible Hulk…hahah, well anyways, enough thoughts from the peanut gallery!
With Love,
Kaz
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates: Gah! I love you guys! I wish I could send you boxes of cookies and Pocky. (Because that stuff absolutely rocks) Thanks so much for the reviews *throws cookies* I'm really sorry for the long wait, Christmas gets me very busy, but I'm trying for you guys, too! You deserve love as well! I'll try to get in another chapter within the week as a Christmas gift, but don't expect to get a chapter after that in like...two weeks. I'm a party girl! ^^
Chapter V: What Do Black Roses Smell Like?
The mid-morning after Naruto left with Sakura over his shoulder was a quiet one. Sasuke was left to clean the drunken mess they had all created, and when he was finished with all the garbage, he didn’t have the heart to throw out the expensive sake bottle that was still half full. Or half empty, as Sasuke’s bleary mind saw it.
He just left it on his table and walked away. Gathering himself and pulling on his hair to straighten out before he left was second nature, so he grabbed his keys and left. When he broke out into a stride once out his door, Naruto’s words still echoed within him, like a guilty arrow had hit its mark and was now bouncing off the walls of his heart.
He headed for…oh it didn’t matter where he went. He would still be followed by ANBU. And of course Kakashi. When he hit the first part of the outskirts of Konoha, a dark shadow loomed over him faster than he could have wished to blink. Hmm…these guys were good…
Sasuke turned to see a cloaked figure and a white, painted animal mask of a bird with a crooked beak. “Where are you going?” He said gruffly, muffled, scruffy voice due to his annoyance and his mask. It sounded familiar, but everyone did these days, like a melding of a thousand sounds.
Sasuke slit his eyes in even more annoyance than the Black-OPS man had shown, “I’m not leaving Konoha again, if that’s what you think.” He spat. “I wanted to get some alone time,” he looked up disgustedly, “Not like I have to explain myself to you, anyway.” And with that, Sasuke walked off, and the man shrunk back into the shadows with a wounded pride.
Sasuke hadn’t noticed it till now, but they had been there ever since he had entered the woods, Kabuto and he. He chided himself angrily that he hadn’t noticed before. It was a nuisance, but Sasuke thought he might be a bit rusty with his skills. Three years of pointless killing and no training to hone significant skills were wearing down his psychological will on the inside—and his physical abilities to train heavily as he used to.
He spat on the ground, as if having a bad taste in his mouth, cursing that damn Snake Lord. At least his was still on his feet, he thought to himself, reminding his senses that there were intruders in his privacy as he now noted footsteps behind him once again. He would have noted this off as ANBU again, but the trace chakra patterns were enough to make him notice again.
Sasuke bit off a barked laugh, he didn’t even try to hide himself anymore, didn’t try to poof up like he did when they were young, didn’t try to quiet his footsteps, didn’t even try to be devious anymore.
Sasuke also didn’t turn to say it to the man, either. “You’re getting old.” He said coldly, like swatting away a fly—that’s what that voice sounded like at the moment.
The silver-haired man laughed heartily. Well, that was because his heart was aching at the moment. “That’s not a nice way to greet your old sensei, is it?” He said gently, as if coddling him.
“Let’s cut the pleasantries, shall we?!” Sasuke snapped back waspishly. He clenched his fists, as to not hit someone with a backhand. The boy was getting angrier by the moment.
Kakashi walked closer, placing a hand on his narrow shoulder, “Sasuke…” He never finished though, leaning down and buried his face into raven locks that smelt of sake and vanilla.
“Get off…” He grunted back.
“Never.” Kakashi smirked into the silky hair; wrapping his arms around the teen, lips running down to meet his. Sasuke groaned something akin to his name, and then turned his cheek, and they were flushed like the first rose blooms of summer. “There’s ANBU here!” He growled, blushing profusely.
The older man chuckled quietly as the autumn leaves that littered the ground rose with the wind and danced around their feet. “I sent them away. Told ‘em I’d watch you.”
Sasuke murmured in disbelief at the so called ‘protectors’ of his. Then Kakashi shifted, looking down, “But if the chance of getting caught excites you, then I guess I’ll have to call them--”
“No thanks.”
“I’ll keep a secret if you will.” And with that, Kakashi pushed him onto the soft bed of grass among the darkened red and orange trees. Sasuke could feel Kakashi undo that ridiculous purple belt and slip his hand under the black, scratchy fabric. “I hate when you keep this body of yours all covered like this.” Kakashi whispered into his collarbone, suckling and leaving a dubious mark. He then pushed the over his neck, flicking his tongue over a dusky nipple, already hardened from the cold.
Sasuke arched up, throwing a hand over his eyes. In shame or embarrassment, no one would ever know, maybe except Kakashi. “You old pervert…” He groaned, but Kakashi pulled the hand away from his face, leaning up to look at him, “Don’t cover your eyes either, I like to look at them.”
“Ahhn…”
***
The sky was overcast as the raven-haired Uchiha returned to his apartment, his clothes disheveled and full of strange white marks upon. Well, you could guess from that much what had happened, right? He trawled for his keys in his pockets, only to find it had somehow gotten down his pants in his haste. Hmm…he’d have to be more careful. If there was a next time, that is. He was still irritated at himself for letting it happen again. Jeez…
After getting the keys out of his pants, (and finally realizing what that unpleasant feeling was…) he let the door swing open on its own and bounce on the stop a little. As he walked in, the only thing he was greeted by was silence and darkness. The apartment would usually be alight with the sun’s setting illumination, but all it brought him now was a bluish gray glow of the angry sky that currently matched his mood.
Sasuke made his way to the table to put aside his keys. When he walked across the floorboards, the blue radiance and shadows danced along the flooring from the window, from him. As he put the keys onto the side table, he started to stride away, fingers absently brushing across the table’s cold metal.
His fingers hit something on the way, soft and warm, sending it skittering along the floor. He blinked, looking down as his black tresses fell around his chin, throwing shadows along the contours of his face.
Black roses. A whole bouquet of them, lying there ever so innocently! Black petals were strewn around the hall near it, some still floating placidly down, on silver lining of the window’s light. Sasuke’s knees hit the floor sickly, hunching over with a pained grunts. “ArrrrghhhhhHHH…” He clenched his teeth, grabbing his neck. It hurt so much. Like a kunai being stabbed and dragged through his neck and shoulder…over and over again. His throat was constricting, nostrils filled with the heady scent of the buds, mind reeling with dizziness. Through the uncertain haze he groaned, grabbing the sharp corner of the table. He pulled himself up and at the same time sliced open his palm, letting the pain rouse him a small bit. He stumbled to the door, scrabbling at the knob, for what he didn’t know—but maybe if he got far enough from those God forsaken roses he’d be fine.
Throwing it open, he came face-to-face with his ANBU guard. The one he had met before. The pointed, crooked beak of the mask poked his nose as he ran into the man, surprising him. Now Sasuke wasn’t a usually excitable guy—not at all, but this ANBU guy was certainly getting on his nerves.
“Are you OK?” The taller man said, fixing his mask looking down at him.
Sasuke winced, making a slight sound as a particular stab of pain got to him, but he tried his best to hide it. He was more than sure it was heard, though. “I-I’m fine, now go away.” He said a bit shakily, yet still managing to be snide. He felt the blood of his hand drip onto his foot, and quickly but slyly hid it behind his back as if scratching it. That resulted in his whole back being covered in blood, though. But hey, it worked.
That is until he just knew the black haired man had seen it. “Maybe I should come in to see if you’re alright.” He whistled, taking a step closer.
Sasuke stood his ground. He held onto the knob with his bloody hand with white knuckles. “You see me now don’t you? I’m fine. Now go away.” He warned.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Tsunade-sama’s orders.” And with that he advanced a step. But it was like no ordinary step forward, not like a step, step towards something, it was too quick, too swift that he disappeared in a flash of black and silver.
It left Sasuke to wonder where in the blue blazes he had gone and if that’s how fast they all were in the ANBU. The second thought, of course was completely unnecessary, if not out of amusement.
But then, he reappeared behind Sasuke, hand shooting out past his ear quicker than his Sharingan could predict, shutting the door with the tips of his fingers with nothing more than a creak of its hinges. “Let’s close the door shall we?” he said cheerily in that familiar hushed tone. Not meaning to sound redundant to himself, but he thought again how everything sounded alike these days.
The last surviving Uchiha whipped around, glaring and wincing at the same time due to the speed in which he turned his throbbing neck. “What are you…”
“Now look at that, how did you do it?” The man said in a mildly surprised tone, pointing to Sasuke’s still bleeding palm. It in still, spite of everything didn’t hurt as much as his neck, though.
Sasuke was seriously disturbed now. Why the Hell would Tsunade order a creep to stalk him like this, come into his house? And if she didn’t order him to come to his house, then why was he going past his call of duty? Was it part of Tsunade’s plan? Was it Kakashi who asked him to? Was it Kakashi? Or did he just see Sasuke as easy prey since he was already ordered to keep surveillance on him? “Can you get out now? I’m a trained ninja, too; I can clean my own wounds.” He growled, stepping back a little to escape the intrusion into his personal space. The only problem was…his back hit the door.
God damned door.
Well, he had two choices: Unlock the God damned door (which was now locked…); or step forward and rip this guy a new one.
***
Erratic knocking sounded on his door as Kakashi prepared his lonely dinner of one. He slowly put down his knife, got a kunai instead, and walked to the door to open it. He looked through the peephole and found it annoyingly covered by the large breast of whomever was knocking on the door. No matter, he knew precisely who it was, anyway.
He opened the door, and Tsunade almost pounded on his chest as it was, before she withdrew her fist.
He looked down at the lady, surprised that she would actually come to say something herself and not send a bird, or messenger; he voiced exactly son.
She gasped, out of breath from running here on her heels, “It’s Sasuke! He’s in trouble…the ANBU members I sent to guard him, they’re…!”
********
Hi guys! Sorry for the reeeeeaaaallly long hiatus! I really am pushing the envelope with only describing HALF of Kakashi x Sasuke, aren’t I? Gahhhhhh I’m sorryyy! But there was this one funny part in the chapter I’d like to mention (well, I thought it was funny...) : It was the part when Sasuke was on the floor screaming ‘ArrrggghhhhHH…” –Yeah, I initially thought of the Incredible Hulk…hahah, well anyways, enough thoughts from the peanut gallery!
With Love,
Kaz