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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1,345
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15
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VII
VII
Naruto stared down at his genin, quite aware that they weren’t looking at him. Still, he sighed, silently told Kyuubi to behave himself or get lost (to which Kyuubi replied “Get bent.”) and dropped from his branch to stand before the three. He folded his arms and waited. Ryouji was the first to apologize, then Haruko and Akito. The blonde jounin could only sigh and crouch to look at them, an easy, forgiving smile on his face.
“Do you understand?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, sensei,” the three replied just as quietly.
“We have to be a team,” said Ryouji.
Haruko followed. “We have to compliment each other, cover each other’s weaknesses with our strengths.”
“And we have to trust each other to watch each other’s backs,” Akito finished.
The five stood in silence for a while, the genin fighting not to break out in a collective cold sweat. Finally, Naruto nodded.
“Most of all,” their sensei said, “you need to care about each other. You’re a family now, not just individuals grouped together.”
The three looked at each other and then back to their sensei and the stranger. Naruto gave a sigh. “Go pack your bags for a week-long trip. Our first mission starts tomorrow.”
The kids grinned at each other, then at Naruto, and vanished in a huge cloud of smoke and burning ozone. Kyuubi set a hand on Naruto’s shoulder, leaning in close to his ear.
“Your mission,” Kyuubi growled, “starts now.”
Naruto looked at the biju with a slight smile. “I thought I told you to get lost.”
Kyuubi snarled and captured his jinchuuriki’s mouth with his own, shoving him against the three trunk. He tasted blood, pulled back, and stared at the ruby red liquid beading on Naruto’s lip. “I’ll give you ‘til the count of three. When I catch you, you’re mine.” Kyuubi growled with barely contained lust. Naruto, horrible little boy he was, gave him an impish, impudent smile, and blinked out of existence.
Kyuubi’s lips spread into a feral grin. Tonight, oh yes, tonight, Naruto’s ass was his.
Two years. Two long, terrible years of recovery and training, of recruiting in silence. His wounds still hadn’t fully healed, and would never heal he knew. The fire of the nine-tailed fox had seen to that. It only fueled his need, his desire, for revenge. It was almost time. He would wipe Konoha from the face of the earth, grind Suna into the desert and destroy the other villages before they even had a chance to retaliate against him. Then his hand would rule the shadows, killing any and all who stood in their way.
Sasuke gingerly touched the scars on his face and neck. He didn’t even recognize himself in the mirror sometimes, and he knew how much he repulsed his comrades. But they stayed, even Madara, because they knew that this time, victory would be theirs.
Konoha had become lax in their security since that day two years ago, and all Sasuke had to do was wait for the right moment. It wouldn’t be long now.
When Konohagakure was finally his, Sasuke knew exactly what his first order of business would be. Naruto wouldn’t be able to escape him this time. Sasuke wasn’t aware he’d begun laughing until he heard the sandal scuff outside the chamber. He had a good idea of who it was, but he didn’t bother to make sure. He’d need to scapegoat when this was over, and Madara had just about outlived his usefulness.
Uchiha Madara wasn’t really evil – okay, he was, but he had reasons to be evil. And it was more like an anti-hero, you–hate-to-love-him evil, that downright sadistic kind of evil. He’d done what he’d done for the village that turned its back on him and his family, for his brother, and while power was certainly nice, Madara had understood there was always a price.
He was always willing to pay that price, too.
So he’d thrown in his lot with Sasuke, outwitted Itachi, and became an influence in Sasuke’s life. Too much so, he realized. And now it was far too late to counteract or undermine the plans. Sasuke had changed drastically over the past two years. He’d gone from wanting to destroy just the top shinobi to the whole damn occupation. Madara couldn’t allow that. Not when there was a way to defeat him. Someone to defeat him.
Madara didn’t regret his actions. They had brought him to be where he was today and now they would help him design the future. He knew, though, that he wouldn’t be around to see it.
Naruto stared down at his genin, quite aware that they weren’t looking at him. Still, he sighed, silently told Kyuubi to behave himself or get lost (to which Kyuubi replied “Get bent.”) and dropped from his branch to stand before the three. He folded his arms and waited. Ryouji was the first to apologize, then Haruko and Akito. The blonde jounin could only sigh and crouch to look at them, an easy, forgiving smile on his face.
“Do you understand?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, sensei,” the three replied just as quietly.
“We have to be a team,” said Ryouji.
Haruko followed. “We have to compliment each other, cover each other’s weaknesses with our strengths.”
“And we have to trust each other to watch each other’s backs,” Akito finished.
The five stood in silence for a while, the genin fighting not to break out in a collective cold sweat. Finally, Naruto nodded.
“Most of all,” their sensei said, “you need to care about each other. You’re a family now, not just individuals grouped together.”
The three looked at each other and then back to their sensei and the stranger. Naruto gave a sigh. “Go pack your bags for a week-long trip. Our first mission starts tomorrow.”
The kids grinned at each other, then at Naruto, and vanished in a huge cloud of smoke and burning ozone. Kyuubi set a hand on Naruto’s shoulder, leaning in close to his ear.
“Your mission,” Kyuubi growled, “starts now.”
Naruto looked at the biju with a slight smile. “I thought I told you to get lost.”
Kyuubi snarled and captured his jinchuuriki’s mouth with his own, shoving him against the three trunk. He tasted blood, pulled back, and stared at the ruby red liquid beading on Naruto’s lip. “I’ll give you ‘til the count of three. When I catch you, you’re mine.” Kyuubi growled with barely contained lust. Naruto, horrible little boy he was, gave him an impish, impudent smile, and blinked out of existence.
Kyuubi’s lips spread into a feral grin. Tonight, oh yes, tonight, Naruto’s ass was his.
Two years. Two long, terrible years of recovery and training, of recruiting in silence. His wounds still hadn’t fully healed, and would never heal he knew. The fire of the nine-tailed fox had seen to that. It only fueled his need, his desire, for revenge. It was almost time. He would wipe Konoha from the face of the earth, grind Suna into the desert and destroy the other villages before they even had a chance to retaliate against him. Then his hand would rule the shadows, killing any and all who stood in their way.
Sasuke gingerly touched the scars on his face and neck. He didn’t even recognize himself in the mirror sometimes, and he knew how much he repulsed his comrades. But they stayed, even Madara, because they knew that this time, victory would be theirs.
Konoha had become lax in their security since that day two years ago, and all Sasuke had to do was wait for the right moment. It wouldn’t be long now.
When Konohagakure was finally his, Sasuke knew exactly what his first order of business would be. Naruto wouldn’t be able to escape him this time. Sasuke wasn’t aware he’d begun laughing until he heard the sandal scuff outside the chamber. He had a good idea of who it was, but he didn’t bother to make sure. He’d need to scapegoat when this was over, and Madara had just about outlived his usefulness.
Uchiha Madara wasn’t really evil – okay, he was, but he had reasons to be evil. And it was more like an anti-hero, you–hate-to-love-him evil, that downright sadistic kind of evil. He’d done what he’d done for the village that turned its back on him and his family, for his brother, and while power was certainly nice, Madara had understood there was always a price.
He was always willing to pay that price, too.
So he’d thrown in his lot with Sasuke, outwitted Itachi, and became an influence in Sasuke’s life. Too much so, he realized. And now it was far too late to counteract or undermine the plans. Sasuke had changed drastically over the past two years. He’d gone from wanting to destroy just the top shinobi to the whole damn occupation. Madara couldn’t allow that. Not when there was a way to defeat him. Someone to defeat him.
Madara didn’t regret his actions. They had brought him to be where he was today and now they would help him design the future. He knew, though, that he wouldn’t be around to see it.