怪物 Body bag
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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20
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Betrayal - Side Story
A/N: This chapter is about Naruto's history. I couldn't find a way to fit it into the main storyline so I decided to make it a side story. I need some opinions now. Should I leave this side story in Body Bag as one of the chapters? Does it disrupt the flow of story? Or should I separate into another story?
Betrayal – Naruto’ s Story
Side story to 怪物Body Bag.
There was no need for words. They just knew at the first glance, the first moment they laid eyes on each other. They were the same. They had the same eyes. The matron had been smiling, with the dying passion in those tired eyes of hers, as her mouth moved to form words, introducing the new charge to the rest of the orphanage. The child was beautiful, with his dark ebony hair contrasting against his pale porcelain skin. There was chatter as children started crowding around the child and asking questions, curious about him. He showed no reaction, holding his poise and head high with elegance while regarding the rest with an uncaring cold look unbefitting for a child of his young age. There and then, he was already an adult and nobody else could have understood. That was until his eyes left the babbling fools around him and drifted across the room to another boy watching quietly from the shadows. The other kid was the exact opposite of him, with his bright sunshine blond hair and tanned golden skin; his presence could not have been missed easily by anyone. Even so, he managed to blend into the dark corner he was standing at, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin and he was still like a statue, silently watching the event unfolding before him. He beheld an air of confidence, sure nobody could have seen him in his little dark space. Their eyes had met. They had known then. With small hidden smiles, they had acknowledged each other presence – that summer, with the sun shimmering through the drizzling blanket of rain.
They grew older together. Each day, they had each other only. They were like friends, confidants and brothers, then something closer as they approached their 13th summers, and no one else in the orphanage would have been wiser about their relationship. The golden one trusted the other, and he knew it was the same with him. That was enough.
More time flew. They were wiser, more jaded than ever when the dark one learnt a terrible secret about his family or to be precise, his brother. He got more demanding and suddenly just having each other was no longer enough. Revenge began to weigh the scale in his mind and he slowly broke down, the last pieces of him falling apart as the truth ate him up. The golden one comforted him and gave more than he could have given and yet it was still not enough. Then a slimy man came to the dark one, claiming to be his uncle and offering him a chance for revenge. The older man said many things – about the evil deeds of his brother and how he was still alive and well. The dark one had listened intently and believed. He believed every word and took up the offer. He left the orphanage and the golden boy, never coming back for a long time.
Soon, he was independent enough to leave the orphanage too. He had found his potential as an artist and debuted in the art world. Not soon after, with his talent, he was on his way to become a reputable artist in their country. At the same time, he occasionally saw the news about the dark one becoming an outstanding prosecutor who never lost a case since his beginning of career. There were also rumors about how the young prosecutor would stop at nothing to find the defendants guilty, including forging evidence. Even then, the golden one continued believing in the other.
Finally when it came to their 22nd summers, there was news that the dark one had successfully prosecuted one of the outstanding politicians – his brother. The older man was found guilty for several serious criminal offences and was condemned to a death sentence. Overnight, the dark one became the most famous prosecutor of the era. He then called the golden one out and they met secretly in a park for the first time since their 7 years of separation. Before they could exchange words, they were attacked by the family member of a man he had prosecuted with forged evidence. In the struggle, the family member accidentally fell off a steep hill and broke his neck, dying instantly.
The two were brought into custody but as the questioning went on, the golden one soon found himself becoming the sole suspect in the case of accidental manslaughter. Suddenly, there were no mentions of the dark one being present at the scene and he was due for trial. Before the night of the trial, the dark one came to him. With avoiding eyes, he told the boy who still trusted him that the society was watching him intently due to his latest court victory and he could not afford to be linked to this case. The golden boy had asked why.
“The rumors are true.” With that sentence, the dark one admitted to forging evidence. He added that the current investigation may hit too close to home for comfort and they could dig out lots of dirt on him if the case linked up to him. He asked the other to lie for him.
At the last moments before he stepped out the cell, the dark one looked up, ebony eyes looking boldly into blue ones. No words were exchanged as they stared at each other for a long time. Finally the other turned and left without looking back. Watching the retreating back, understanding came to the golden one’s mind and tears streamed down his face.
His eyes…They were no longer the same.
Betrayal – Naruto’ s Story
Side story to 怪物Body Bag.
There was no need for words. They just knew at the first glance, the first moment they laid eyes on each other. They were the same. They had the same eyes. The matron had been smiling, with the dying passion in those tired eyes of hers, as her mouth moved to form words, introducing the new charge to the rest of the orphanage. The child was beautiful, with his dark ebony hair contrasting against his pale porcelain skin. There was chatter as children started crowding around the child and asking questions, curious about him. He showed no reaction, holding his poise and head high with elegance while regarding the rest with an uncaring cold look unbefitting for a child of his young age. There and then, he was already an adult and nobody else could have understood. That was until his eyes left the babbling fools around him and drifted across the room to another boy watching quietly from the shadows. The other kid was the exact opposite of him, with his bright sunshine blond hair and tanned golden skin; his presence could not have been missed easily by anyone. Even so, he managed to blend into the dark corner he was standing at, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin and he was still like a statue, silently watching the event unfolding before him. He beheld an air of confidence, sure nobody could have seen him in his little dark space. Their eyes had met. They had known then. With small hidden smiles, they had acknowledged each other presence – that summer, with the sun shimmering through the drizzling blanket of rain.
They grew older together. Each day, they had each other only. They were like friends, confidants and brothers, then something closer as they approached their 13th summers, and no one else in the orphanage would have been wiser about their relationship. The golden one trusted the other, and he knew it was the same with him. That was enough.
More time flew. They were wiser, more jaded than ever when the dark one learnt a terrible secret about his family or to be precise, his brother. He got more demanding and suddenly just having each other was no longer enough. Revenge began to weigh the scale in his mind and he slowly broke down, the last pieces of him falling apart as the truth ate him up. The golden one comforted him and gave more than he could have given and yet it was still not enough. Then a slimy man came to the dark one, claiming to be his uncle and offering him a chance for revenge. The older man said many things – about the evil deeds of his brother and how he was still alive and well. The dark one had listened intently and believed. He believed every word and took up the offer. He left the orphanage and the golden boy, never coming back for a long time.
Soon, he was independent enough to leave the orphanage too. He had found his potential as an artist and debuted in the art world. Not soon after, with his talent, he was on his way to become a reputable artist in their country. At the same time, he occasionally saw the news about the dark one becoming an outstanding prosecutor who never lost a case since his beginning of career. There were also rumors about how the young prosecutor would stop at nothing to find the defendants guilty, including forging evidence. Even then, the golden one continued believing in the other.
Finally when it came to their 22nd summers, there was news that the dark one had successfully prosecuted one of the outstanding politicians – his brother. The older man was found guilty for several serious criminal offences and was condemned to a death sentence. Overnight, the dark one became the most famous prosecutor of the era. He then called the golden one out and they met secretly in a park for the first time since their 7 years of separation. Before they could exchange words, they were attacked by the family member of a man he had prosecuted with forged evidence. In the struggle, the family member accidentally fell off a steep hill and broke his neck, dying instantly.
The two were brought into custody but as the questioning went on, the golden one soon found himself becoming the sole suspect in the case of accidental manslaughter. Suddenly, there were no mentions of the dark one being present at the scene and he was due for trial. Before the night of the trial, the dark one came to him. With avoiding eyes, he told the boy who still trusted him that the society was watching him intently due to his latest court victory and he could not afford to be linked to this case. The golden boy had asked why.
“The rumors are true.” With that sentence, the dark one admitted to forging evidence. He added that the current investigation may hit too close to home for comfort and they could dig out lots of dirt on him if the case linked up to him. He asked the other to lie for him.
At the last moments before he stepped out the cell, the dark one looked up, ebony eyes looking boldly into blue ones. No words were exchanged as they stared at each other for a long time. Finally the other turned and left without looking back. Watching the retreating back, understanding came to the golden one’s mind and tears streamed down his face.
His eyes…They were no longer the same.