Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale

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Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

(Turn the lights on)



Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true

(Turn the lights on)

~ Sweet Dreams by Beyonce

 //Recap//

“And what did you do that was so unforgivable?” Iruka insisted weakly, even as he watched Sasuke trying to support his unstable demon, while simultaneously glaring at the headmaster for pushing his demon when he was already past the point of breaking.

“I turned him into a demon…” The blonde sighed this last confession out before he collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, a loathsome human.

Chapter Six: Never Have a Sleepover with a Demon

Short hair as fluffy and golden as a baby chick’s nearly eclipsed the two delicate, thin wrists lying beside the sleeping head. Long lashes fluttered and pouty lips drew back in a frown on the round, little face as the child slept obliviously on despite the many eyes staring at him in his cage on top of the coffee table.  

“What is he?” Iruka asked cautiously of the solemn audience gathered at daybreak around the cage of the golden-haired creature. The eventual capture and bargaining of Naruto’s release was a blur to the sleep-deprived and emotionally exhausted headmaster. It had consisted of placing a sort of house arrest on Naruto that prevented the demon from transforming into his demon form outside of the Uchiha Estate or he’d be forced into a temporary hibernation fifteen minutes after his transformation. Also in implement was Danzo’s suggestion of restricting eight of the nine demon tails, which were the wellspring of Naruto’s powers. On the anniversary of his rebirth one tail would be returned back to him until his master’s eighteenth birthday, when hopefully Sasuke would have the blonde demon under control. The courtroom had agreed that Naruto was innocent of all charges but couldn’t disagree with Danzo that some steps had to be taken to restrict the blonde, who was clearly emotionally unstable and vengeful to mankind at large.

 All who had entered the school’s basement at some point last night, with the exception of Ibiki, Anko, Ebisu and Fugaku, were now gathered in one of the school’s spare drawing rooms to unravel what the hell they should do next after retrieving him from the trial. Any ideas on the brunette’s part had dried up on his lips after finally convincing his hot-headed deputy headmistress that she should rest now so that when they went to sleep she could guard over her son. He just barely managed to muffle a mouth splitting yawn before forcing himself to sip at his medicated tea that was forced on him by the disgruntled Tsunade. She had strongly made it clear that she felt sick people shouldn’t push their body’s limits, which he had.

“Haven’t you ever seen Naruto in his human form?” Itachi asked in bemusement. Gritty eyes barely glanced up at the headmaster before curiosity overtook him and drew his gaze back to the little inmate. His finger, after hesitating for a moment or two, reached into the cage in order to poke at a chubby cheek resting on the huge, circular dog pillow. Thankfully his Guardian’s quick reflexes had saved the sleep-deprived Itachi from losing that digit as a row of inhumanly sharp teeth snapped down at the place his finger had been seconds ago. 

“I wouldn’t have done that if I were you. He’s craving energy like a chronic junkie would his drugs. So he is highly dangerous and will attack indiscriminately, hence the cage for our protection,” Kakashi drawled out in a lazy matter-of-fact tone. He seemed the only one not sleepy as he shifted his drooping human on his lap so that the brunette could cuddle up against his personal body pillow while the body pillow in question continued to peer at the golden-haired specimen better. It almost seemed as if Kakashi was determined this time he would unravel this sleeping enigma.

“A little too late for that warning demon,” Itachi snapped bitterly, glaring at Kakashi. He allowed himself to be soothed by his Guardian’s lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his wrist that was already starting to bruise from where Kisame’s viselike grip had harshly yanked his hand free from harm’s way.

“But I’ve never seen him like this,” Iruka began, as if still stuck on his earlier statement. “Ever since I’ve been in my Aniki’s guardianship, Kyu… I mean Naruto… well Kyuubi then and Naruto now, has always been in his demon form. I… I guess it is a testament to Minato-nii-san’s powerful soul that he could sustain a behemoth like Naruto for so long without having his demon revert back to his human form to conserve energy.” (1)The brunette finished solemnly albeit a bit befuddled on how to address the demon, name-wise, when addressing both his past and present lives.

“I don’t like this,” Sasuke mumbled to himself. He knew that the small boy in the cage was his Naruto but he didn’t look like him and he didn’t give off the same powerful, awe-inspiring vibe that left his knees quaking and his blood thrumming with need.

“He looks so… so…” Mikoto began, at a loss for words. If she had known this was the demon’s human form she wouldn’t have been so fearful for her baby boy’s life.

“Innocent? Deceptively so it seems,” Kakashi readily answered.

“It’s the innocent ones you have to watch out for. He could easily lure in his prey without them realizing how much of a heartless bastard he really is. They wouldn’t know until it was too late.” Kisame picked up the conversation even as he instinctively drew his owner closer to his person when the blonde demon shifted in his cage.

“I heard rumors that he had lived for a long time in the human world without turning into a human even before meeting Minato. Even when he met Minato he was the one who initiated the contract which seems unusual considering his dislike of the quote on quote ‘meat puppets’.” Kakashi informed with a tiny quirk of his lips and his hands making air quotations.

“I guess it was something about Minato-nii-san that drew him in. Maybe the same something that had made Kyuu—I mean Naruto willing to form the Demonic Proposal with Sasuke so soon after meeting,” Iruka said, hoping to find a connection somewhere.

“Thinking of that, what does that mean, ‘I turned him into a demon’? How did he do it and aren’t aren’t our kind born from the negative energy of mankind instead of whatever Naruto did to Minato?” Gai ventured to toss those words into the discussion. He had honestly pegged the demon incapable of substantial emotions beyond that of all-consuming hatred after what he did to his Master Obito; but now how could the passionate demon ignore that Death Note?

“We’ll have to wait until he wakes up,” Kakashi suggested sagely. It was useless to ponder to deeply on questions that wouldn’t be answered until the source of those questions was conscious enough to help alleviate some concerns.

“And when he does? Can we really trust him to tell us the truth?” Itachi asked suspiciously. Every bone in his body screamed not to trust the demon that had brazenly cozened up to his Otouto by implanting false emotions into Sasuke’s heart. He knew that if only his Otouto was in his right mind then he would see the heartless monster that was currently sleeping like the dead. No matter if he didn’t kill and had in fact loved Minato, it did not rid the violent nature and unknown crimes that stained those hands red.

“I’d like to believe we could, but...” Iruka ventured in cautious defense to someone that up until now was his sworn enemy.

“I don’t know if it’s safe to trust anything anymore,” interrupted Obito. He was reluctant to speak with his throat still sore and his voice slightly raspy, but he couldn’t keep his concerns to himself anymore. He paused to lick his lips, looking more at the floor than at any one in particular. He doubted anyone had seen the usually cheerful individual this solemn and knew that most would sooner or later focus their attention on the vivid imprinting of Naruto’s fingers around the Uchiha’s now bruised neck. “He didn’t kill Minato, so there is that big ‘who killed Minato?’ floating in the air. Danzo’s a big possibility and so are Shinigami, like Ebisu. Not only that we, well those who knew Naruto before his naming, we keep seeing him as Kyuubi but he’s not… I don’t know where Minato-senpai’s demon went but that’s no longer him. I want to trust this new him but… I was naïve the first time by trusting too quickly.”

“It’s been one hell of a night but all we can do is bide our time until he awakens, ne Obito? Then maybe we can wring out an apology or two from him and figure out where the hell to go from here,” Kakashi reiterated. He tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere by seeming blasé in his suggestion. He just really didn’t want anyone to open Pandora’s Box further and cause mass anxiety in the room when they had yet to figure out the mysterious Naruto yet.

“I… If you need some time off from school it’s understandable Sasuke-kun. A week or two or even more is no problem since you need time to  adjust to your new demon and I’m sure one of our teachers or even Tsunade would be glad to stop by to catch you up in classes and transition you into your new position,” Iruka breeched delicately. He mustered a tired yet encouraging smile from his reserves when those big doe eyes focused on him. The headmaster worried how this impressionable innocent would handle the difficult road that he would be forced to travel from now on since summoning his ‘Guardian’. ‘Would he think it was worth it in the end?’

“Well if there is nothing else to talk about I would like to go to bed. Preferably my own but I’ll settle for here,” Itachi declared abruptly as he suddenly stood. His hand had settled possessively on his Otouto’s shoulder as he guided Sasuke towards the door, giving a momentary glare at the headmaster he had yet to forgive. An Uchiha smirk formed on his lips in pleasure at how quickly the brunette’s smile shriveled up into nothing at the wordless rebuttal of his good intentions.

“How fortuitous for us,” grumbled Kakashi as he rose as well. “I’ll show you guys to your rooms. The servants should have prepared them now and Iruka as soon as you inform Tsunade she is on guard-duty I want you to go to bed immediately,” he ordered, before affectionately pressing a clothed kiss atop the brunette’s head.

Iruka nodded and playfully pushed his ‘Guardian’ away from him. “Go ahead now and I’ll see you in a bit,” he offered with a wan smile. He could see his Kakashi reluctant to go, what with him putting up such a brave front after being snubbed. But he shook his head in the negative; his eyes telling his demon that now was not the time. He was relieved when Kakashi caved in, albeit reluctantly. A fond smile formed on his lips, however, when his Kakashi quickly and gallantly drew up his hand and kissed his knuckles in silent support before following the irate Itachi and his family to their rooms.

Left alone, Iruka turned to look at the deceptive innocent sleeping in the cage. His whole body quaked with so much emotions swirling inside of him that his legs soon crumpled under him. But even then he couldn’t stop looking at the demon that had once again turned his life upside down. There was so much doubt, fear, and residue anger swirling inside his chest, making it ache to the point that he had to press his hand against his chest to prevent it from spilling out into a sob. But there was also hope, so much hope that he had thought had shriveled up and died when he saw his brother’s body lying lifelessly in Kyuubi’s arms that fateful day.

Tears welled in his brown orbs as he remembered the image of his hologram Aniki and how he interacted with Kyuubi. He had not known that side of his brother and thought he’d never get to see his brother again to know. But now the demon he had sworn to hate, the one who had winked at him and came to rescue him many years ago when he was an orphan lying between his dead parents, had also given him his first seeds of true happiness. And it hurt so much that that human-hating demon could make him feel so much and reduce him to a child each time he kicked his way into his life. He didn’t know what he would feel next as he bowed his head so low in gratitude that his forehead touched the carpeted floor.

Iruka just felt so damn grateful, between the broken, hiccupping sobs that he didn’t realize that his demon had already returned to the room, sans guests, until he felt himself being picked up like a newborn. He was appreciative that his demon allowed him time to cry out some of his emotions onto his shoulder before allowing him to speak sup in a trembling voice. “My brother’s alive, Kashi. So all that bottled hate… where is supposed to go now? I… I feel so naked and exposed without it, yet so grateful it doesn’t cloud my memories of him. But what will I tell my brother when I seem him?” he asked in a quivering voice.

“You love your Aniki, so he will understand and that hate… you can hold onto just a little bit of it a little longer. It has supported and motivated you this far to rise from your grief, despite all the misfortunate things that happened to you, in order to build this school and become the kind, strong-willed man you are today. It’d be hard for anyone to let go of all that hate at once,” he offered before kissing his forehead. “Besides… that bastard needs a kick in the teeth for playing his cards so close to his chest. I would have never thought… Damned if he doesn’t always keep you guessing,” Kakashi said admirably, shaking his head. He then carried his master, who was already starting to nod off, to their shared room; neither realized a sliver of red had opened to watch the headmaster and his demon’s exit.

A MONTH AND A HALF LATER, AT THE UCHIHA MANSION

It had been a bit of an adjustment but Sasuke had gotten used to the ritual of opening his eyes each morning to be greeted with the cage of his golden-haired ‘Guardian’. Naruto had yet to awaken from his slumber since he had reverted to his human form and each morning it filled the small Uchiha with disappointment and bitterness as he prepared for another school day alone. The triumph of being an official Summoner was overshadowed by the fact that there was no ‘Guardian’ to show off to his adversary, Neji.

It had taken a lot of pleading and wheedling on his part to persuade his brother to allow his Guardian to be moved into his room where his cage hung from a chain attached to the ceiling like an overlarge bird cage. Sometimes when he was alone in his room and needed to be reassured of Naruto’s presence he would insert a trembling hand inside the cage and stroke the golden head of his demon while prattling on about his day. Sometimes a scarlet eye would slide groggily open to stare at him with a predator’s cruel intelligence, which in turn left Sasuke gasping for air. It was so soul-sucking and intense that he wanted but could not remove his hand from the downy, golden head for fear of the row of inhumanely sharp teeth that occasionally revealed themselves.

Sasuke both anticipated and feared these moments when his Guardian was trapped between the dream world and the waking. Sometimes he’d mutter something in a guttural tongue that one time sounded Russian and another time Celtic. Once his angelic face twisted up into a bittersweet smile as his one-eyed gaze softened and he reached through the bars to stroke Sasuke’s cheek. “Minato, you optimistic fool,” he murmured in an affectionate tone. “I should have ignored my hunger and left you in that street that night to die.” Or other times he’d break his one-eyed staring contest to let out a keening wail that was so heart wrenching and loud that he had mere seconds to yank his hand back before his older brother and mother came rushing in to see what the matter was. They would then insist on removing the cage, for fear of the negative effects Naruto’s presence had on their Sasuke, but the smallest family member stubbornly refused.

Peering at his cell phone picture of the sleeping Naruto, to help combat the gnawing distance that his mark demanded he close between him and his attended, Sasuke wondered. The small Uchiha wondered in his new classroom, whether in those moments of lucidity his ‘Guardian’ was reliving his old lives; if that was even plausible then it could be dangerous.

He had already learned during his training to become a Summoner that there was a reason why the demons had been forced to forget everything that had to deal with their former master when they passed and the contract ended. It was because whether willing or unwilling, demons became unofficial confidents to their masters. So the renaming was a failsafe in order to protect their master’s secrets that would have normally died with them, but would have continued to live on and on in their confident as they continued to live. As they say, loose lips sink ships and a demon no longer under contract would have no obligation to keep their master’s secrets. So any chance of Sasuke telling his brother or someone else of his theory about Naruto remembering things during his hibernation was quickly swallowed by fear that they would take away his’ Guardian’ for fear of what he could possibly reveal.  

He would rather have this slumbering ‘Guardian’ and relish the connection he shared on the rare occasions he touched him and Naruto responded with a one-eyed look, rather than not have him at all. And unbeknownst to him, it was also a ritual for Itachi to check his Otouto’s room every few hours whether he was at school or not to make sure the demon remained slumbering in his cage. Each time he’d open the door and saw the blonde fiend slumped over in unconsciousness; his mind was immediately flooded with relief for not having to deal with the menace for another day. It had been a blissful forty-four days for him and he was hoping to make it a lucky forty-five when he froze at the door, barely hearing the words ‘Tsukiyomi’ breathed out from petal soft lips.

“Sasuke?”

Tears trickled down pale, blood-smeared cheeks as the ebony haired boy tried his best to hide his battered body within in the confines of the golden cage. His school uniform was in shreds. The cloth barely covered the boy’s body and only seemed to reveal the symphony of bloody scratches and bite marks that littered the once unblemished alabaster skin.  “I… I didn’t mean to let him out,” Sasuke began in a hiccupping sob. His watering dove gray eyes darted nervously around, one moment looking at his brother and the next looking away in shame as he wrapped his trembling arms tightly around his blood-cake body. “He… I got out of school early and he was awake and I… I couldn’t help myself. I let him out. But then… but then… I’m sorry Itachi-nii-san, I should have listened,” he sobbed his last sentence out.

“What did that monster do to you?!” Itachi demanded, already sick at heart. He then regretted his words immediately when his brother squeaked and seemed to shrink within himself with a babbling of sobbing ‘sorry’s.

“It’s not your fault my sweet Sasuke, never ever. He’ll pay. Your Aniki will make sure of it,” he soothed softly as he began to stumble towards his precious brother. He quickly pulled out the only key to the cage around his neck and was prepared to open the door when he felt himself jerked to a halt by a voice behind him.

“No, wait,” Kisame bit out from the doorway. The influence of the Tsukiyomi, although weak and Naruto’s current form, had nevertheless paralyzed Kisame from the neck down as he found himself trapped in illusionary quick sand. But he could still see everything going on in the real world and speak up his warning.

“Kisame, why the hell should I wait?” Itachi questioned, narrowing his eyes at his demon. It wasn’t like his Kisame to defy his wishes both spoken and unspoken. He had thought they were of like minds but if he couldn’t understand that his brother needed him, he would have to discipline his ‘Guardian’later. ‘Sasuke needs me damn it!’ he hissed in his head.

“That’s not your brother,” Kisame quickly explained. The dark abyss of his orbs begged his master to understand that he was not openly defying him when he called out to him to stop; instead he was protecting him from his own emotional foolishness.

“Of course it’s my brother and he needs me. You wouldn’t understand because you have no siblings but I do, and I will sacrifice everything that I am for him,” Itachi spat out in a no-nonsense way. He dismissed his thunderstruck demon in order to turn his worried eyes on his Otouto. Itachi fumbled, his hands shaking at his desperate need to get to his brother before the key finally slammed home and he turned it.

“It’s very impressive that so soon after recovery you could manage such a high-level illusion like this Naruto. Although of course it still is weak enough that you are allowing me to speak, unless you are doing it on purpose,” Kisame said bitterly. His Samehada was ready to bail his foolish master out if need if only he could move his hands to grab it. Not even his foolish master deserved to fall for this deception.  

“W… what do you mean? I said I’m sorry,” came Sasuke’s quivering, tearful reply. His thin arms wrapped eagerly around his Otouto’s neck and his legs around Itachi’s waist as soon as his brother pressed close to the opening of the cage. His teary eyes looked up pleadingly for his brother to clear up the misunderstanding between him and his demon as the child sat on the edge of his cage.

“So you mean to tell me if I call the school right now, my master’s brother won’t be reported still in his classroom?” demanded Kisame. He was bluffing since he still couldn’t move, but already he found himself able to now wiggle his fingers. It was a little accomplishment but it gave him heart to think if he pushed against the boundaries of his invisible cage it would eventually break.

Sasuke’s pale lips suddenly twisted upward in a cruel, little smile before he tilted his head upward to whisper secretly to Itachi. “I wonder if it was jealousy or actual instincts that made your Kisame hesitate to bring you to me, hmm Nii-san? Either way you should have listened,” chortled the child, done with playing. The soft sound of rustling filled the air as his ebony hair bled back to liquid gold, his bruised and battered alabaster skin became once more the somewhat unblemished golden brown, and dove gray eyes became deceptive scarlet ones.

“Naruto?” Itachi choked out in disbelief. He naturally tried to recoil back as the Tsukiyomi dropped but felt the pinpricks of sharp claws against the nape of his neck.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Porcelain, unless you want to paralyze yourself,” Naruto lightly scolded but had reflexively dug his clawed fingers deeper into his nape. He licked his lips, luxuriating in the whimper that Itachi couldn’t hold back and how Kisame couldn’t do a damn thing while still paralyzed by his Tsukiyomi.

“I’ve been forcing myself into hibernation when our Sasuke’s around me to prevent myself from giving into my baser desires. Now if you allow me to slack my thirst by feeding on you now, I will make sure to be careful when I start feeding from your Otouto again. It’s early; he doesn’t know how to taper my feeding to protect himself and I’m too hungry right now to do it for him, so you… you’ll have to do for now Porcelain. Hopefully I won’t kill you but if I do, my sincere apologies,” he sneered.

Itachi knew those cold, predator eyes didn’t give a damn whether he was alive or dead, as long as the blonde monster could feed. ‘And he’s supposed to protect my Otouto? He is his betrothed?’ He wanted to shake his head in denial but could already feeling the tickling sensation of his own blood dribbling down his neck. 

It was very wrong for Naruto to even suggest eating at another man’s dining table especially when Itachi and Kisame were obviously intimate. How could Itachi know the social faux pas in the demon world? He knew it might take a while for the elder Uchiha to realize what a precipice he was on but his insatiable stomach had finally forced him out of his healing hibernation and now voiced a demand for satisfaction.

  “W... what will it take for you to stay away from him? W… would my soul do to break your hold on him, demon?!” Itachi ground out breaking the blonde from his reverie. The eldest Uchiha didn’t want to die but if there was a high possibility that he was going to die anyway than he would rather do it to free his Otouto from the shackle hold the demon had on him.

“It’s not so easy to break, the Demon’s Proposal,” Naruto said seriously. He seemed to look rather thoughtful at Itachi’s willingness to sacrifice himself.

“I… but…” Itachi spluttered as his blood ran cold at the demon’s sincerity. Where was the violent yet witty comeback? He needed the hope that there was some way out of this mess. He couldn’t leave this world with his Otouto doting on this demon.

“Never mind that, don’t tempt a parched man with promises of water and not deliver Porcelain. If you are willing to offer then I won’t hesitate to take everything you are and everything you have even if your half of the bargain remains unfulfilled.” Naruto’s fingers, which were not digging into Itachi’s neck, grasped firmly to the Uchiha’s jaw. Instinctively and sadistically they claw-like nails dug in when Itachi attempted to pull away. “Itadikimasu,” he mumbled under his breath before greedily swallowing any protests with hot lips, sharp teeth and a moist tongue.

It was a violent invasion of Itachi’s person. It wasn’t just a raping of his mouth, the elder brother realized as he tried in vain to push the slick tongue from exploring the cavern of his mouth, but also a raping of his soul. He trembled not from the sheer passion of the kiss but from the pain and fury of being so violated and being unable to do a goddamn thing but pound a fist uselessly against the blonde’s hard chest. Itachi prayed the lightheaded feeling he was experiencing meant he was just losing consciousness as his vision became blurry and not him walking towards the bright light.

When had those fingers from his nape moved to his hair to unbind his hair and massage his scalp like a lover would and not like a predator feasting on its prey? He greedily gulped in air now that his lips were spared. Tears, he hadn’t known he had shed, tickled down the sides of his face as his hair was yanked painfully back so that those hot lips could continue to devour him. He felt each and every hot, opened mouth kiss searing against his throat, branding him. They were joined by teeth that tried to draw blood each time they pressed close and he could already feel his knees buckle in his anticipation. His fingers clenched onto his tormentor’s shoulders for support, seemingly drawing him closer.

“You are tangy, but aren’t quite up to par with your precious Otouto. Hopefully you will taste better with age,” Naruto purred this out in a dangerously liquid tone. Then he bit down savagely onto Itachi’s fleshy bottom lip, drawing a pained moan and more tears.

But just as quickly as the kiss had begun and seemed to stretch for eternity in bittersweet agony, it ended abruptly with their bodies being forced viciously apart. Naruto stumbled back and would have righted himself and retaliated against the interloper for disrupting his meal now that he became adult-sized again but when he looked down at the intruder, his heart falter. “Sasuke?” he questioned in disbelief as he missed his timing to right himself and instead fell hard on his hand, a furious master following him down with pounding fists and tearful eyes.

“You can’t… You can’t do that with Aniki! You are mine damn it! Only I can be this close! Only I can feel your fangs against their throat you… you DOBE!!!” Sasuke cried out hysterically as he continued to pound his fists against his demon’s chest. He didn’t see his brother looking dumbfounded at his brother, blood dribbling down his chin while a now freed Kisame stood at his side, whispering if he was okay. He could barely see the flicker of guilt on his own demon’s face, because of his tears. His body shook violently, his demon mark flaring up in relief and spreading up across half his face like living ivy at the violation of his mate seeking out someone else.

It was just a meal, I assure you,” soothed Naruto trying to corral his master’s hands. He kissed those fists over and over again once he had finally captured them until his Poppet’s had stopped struggling and allows his head to forehead to fall against his Guardian’s shoulder. 

 “I… I don’t care. It felt like you were cheating. Even my mark knows what you did was wrong so… so you can only be intimate like that with your master. Look only at me, think only about me,” he breathed out bitterly. He felt emotionally drained and empty now that he had allows his sobs to subside and his anger to die down a bit.

He had ironically gotten out of school early and was eager to tell his demon about his day when he heard Naruto’s confession to Itachi and it hurt. It hurt that his demon was literally and figuratively so close to him all this month and yet had pushed him away instead of trusting him to find a middle ground that wouldn’t result in seeking out his brother.

His chest ached at remembering how close his brother and his demon had been to each other. It was like they were lovers the way Itachi clung to Naruto the way Sasuke had wanted to since the first day they met. How dare his Naruto give his first kiss in his new life to his brother when he hadn’t yet received his first kiss? How dare he covet his Aniki’s throat so lovingly when already the memory of those hot lips on his mating mark was becoming harder and harder to conjure up? It made him seethe at the unfairness of the situation as he finally lifted his dark head up and sat up straighter, glaring at his adulterous mate.

“Come again?” questioned Naruto in bemusement, tensing up. He knew what Sasuke was trying to do but he was too emotional to make such a serious decision now.

“That’s my last wish, you can only be that close and intimate with your master whether it’s feeding or otherwise. You are mine Naruto. As your master, I get to decide who you feed on and how you do it,” he muttered bitterly, daring his demon to contradict him.

 “You stupid, jealous, little fool,” Naruto sighed out in frustration as he drew Sasuke closer. “As my little master wishes but remember these last three, more like four, orders cannot be broken no matter how much you might wish to undo them later. Our demon’s contract is officially completed,” he recited. He hated the feel of the weight of his demon limiters materializing on his right ear with the contract’s completion. He could already feel them curbing his bloodlust to a more manageable level, but that could be because he had so many.

“Kisame’s was only a ring but you now have several piercings. Are they all your demon limiters?” asked Sasuke curiously. He looped one thin arm around his demon, one hand reaching to play with the miniature red and white Uchiha fan earring dangling from Naruto’s ear. He was more relaxed now and at peace now that the ground rules were set in place. It didn’t matter if it had been his brother or if he had been a victim, the Demon’s Proposal influence could only focus on Naruto’s infidelity and resolving it.

“He probably needs that many because he has so many murderous thoughts in his head Otouto. You should really get off his lap. You barely even saw what that bastard to me, you are so bewitched by him,” a jaded Itachi grumbled, taking up the handkerchief his demon offered. It had been one of the most frightening and strangely thrilling moments in his life and when he expected his precious Otouto to be sympathetic to him instead of jealous, it turned out like this.

“Y… you did that Naruto?” Sasuke questioned in wonder. Instead of pulling away from Naruto he shifted in his lap so that he could lay his back against Naruto’s chest as he looked at his Aniki while simultaneously relishing the missed contact. He felt both apologetic and unsympathetic to his Aniki’s injuries. Sasuke was sorry that his demon had gotten so out of control in his hunger but he kept feeling pangs of jealously as he saw the beginnings of hickies forming on his Aniki’s pale throat. “Apologize Naruto, I won’t allow you to feed on family from now on.” He ordered this while reclining his head back against his  demon’s shoulder so he could simultaneously wrap loop both arms around his demon’s neck and draw him hopefully closer to nibbling his mating mark.

“I am sorry Porcelain that I fed on you without permission and nearly killed you in the process,” Naruto said remorsefully. Or at least he sounded remorseful even as he bent his head lower, without further prompting from his Poppet in order to brush his lips teasingly against the now dormant tomoe marks.

“Your sincerity is sorely lacking and why do you keep calling me Porcelain? That’s not my name, its Itachi,” hissed out Itachi, tossing his bloody handkerchief at the blonde’s head.

Naruto downright sneered, pausing in worshiping Sasuke’s neck with teasing brushes of his lips in order to look directly into Itachi’s eyes. “It’s because Porcelain, you may be beautiful and cold just like a china doll. But as a human you are also fragile and if you cross me I’ll just toss you like a child having a tantrum and watch in satisfaction at your shattered remains,” he purred out, then sunk his fangs into Sasuke’s marking so the drugged pleasure with prevent his tiny master from protesting his sadistic words.

Itachi paled a deathly white then his face flushed in anger at the threat that went over Sasuke’s head because he was being so easily manipulated. He couldn’t stand such evil near his brother for another second and he closed the distance between them, body quivering a little in fear, even as he beckoned to Sasuke. “Now you Sasuke, come, dinner should be ready,” he commanded, all the while glaring at Naruto who had bared his teeth in warning. A warning growl was now too far behind.

Kisame quickly backed up his young master with the aid of his Samehada drawn out and ready. And that was how Mikoto had found the four, thirty or so minutes later, all in a standoff with Sasuke and Naruto refusing to part and Kisame and Itachi demanding they do so quickly. “I don’t really care right now whether you are awake or not Naruto. I should care more but my dinner is getting cold and I don’t have time to watch you four play statues. So get your asses down the stairs now or I’ll make you all clean this mansion from top to bottom with toothbrushes,” she ordered, smacking a wooden spoon against a sauce pan. “And you better not fight at the table,” the petite woman warned over her shoulder, leaving four flabbergasted males to hurry behind her heels.

THE NEXT DAY, MORNING, SECOND DAY OF ITACHI’S PERSONAL HELL

A lone brow rose questioningly as Itachi stepped into the kitchen, head throbbing with a migraine and half-expecting the delicious smell of food to be coming from his mother. The little culinary wizard usually made their meals, only once in a while letting the Uchiha’s personal chef make something only when she wanted to watch in order to copy and create it the next time. Her kitchen and her garden were completely her territory; although many had argued that the whole mansion was her domain to control as she saw fit. So it was irksome to see the familiar blonde hair of his precious brother’s Guardian bent over whatever he was cooking.

“Why are you down here in the kitchen,” spat out Itachi irritably. He didn’t get that much sleep last night since he had insisted that he sleep in the same room as his Otouto when it was clear that the now awake Naruto was going to be sleeping with his precious Sasuke. If he could he’d have slept between the two in order to keep them from touching each other in their sleep but he had to settle, with some mediation from his mother, with sitting on a spare futon and glaring at the sleeping pair all night with his own demon at his side. The appetite that had renewed itself upon smelling the food had withered at the sight of the blonde nuisance. His fingers gripped the back of his customary chair, eyes looking askance at the two other occupants, Kisame and his mother, who were sipping their Chai tea amiably as if this was normal.

Naruto snorted, not bothering to turn around as he gently laid another fluffy pancake to the side of him. He quickly added more butter and drizzled out more pancake batter before flipping the frying bacon to the other side to brown.

“Don’t ignore me,” hissed Itachi, releasing his chair to take a step forward. He was itching to pick a fight with the demon after seeing the hickies standing in relief on his pale neck in his bathroom mirror.

“Do you really want to see how fast your Guardian is, Itachi-kun?” mused Naruto as he finally turned to face the irate Uchiha. He gave his master’s brother a warm smile that didn’t quite reach the frigid amber pools of his red rimmed eyes that were no longer a feral red. He quickly and efficiently began to untie the white apron revealing that he was wearing a tight-fitting gray knit turtleneck that hugged the hard planes of his torso and biceps. His freshly painted black nails and the silver armor ring glinted wickedly in the kitchen’s fluorescent lighting as he pushed up what seemed like thin, black rim reading glasses on his nose.

The red lowlights in his blonde shoulder-length hair was practically obscured when he had piled his hair up that morning into a messy bun held together by a lacquered black chopstick while he cooked. His right ear was adorned with several piercings, his new demon limiters, and the last earring at the bottom of his lobe led down to a dangling, mini Uchiha fan. Around his neck was Tsunade’s blue pendant necklace with Minato’s Death Note that Mikoto had given to him that morning, telling him it was now his. Black denim jeans hugged slim hips and were belted by a loose hanging silver chain with a cross made of tiny chrome skulls at the end. He looked sophisticated and mature with just a touch of evil intent, which was a vast improvement to his wilder, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ air that he had donned each time he had morphed from outfit to outfit. “I’m here because I’m hungry and because I may admit that at the time I was a tad bit agitated by the situation,” he explained as clearly as possible. He then tried to offer the apron to the Uchiha matriarch but when she waved him to continue cooking, while loftily sitting on her chair like a kitchen queen, he sighed and retied it back on him.

 “But… you seem remotely civil? Why is that? Is it because you secretly poisoned the food hoping to eliminate any competition to your master’s affection” Itachi asked suspiciously even as he finally allowed himself to ease into one of the kitchen chairs. He couldn’t trust this demon, not after seeing the destructive power that Naruto was capable of during the summoning and trial. And especially not after yesterday when he had been violated but Itachi had to reluctantly admit that the banquet of Western and Eastern breakfast foods on the table did smell deceptively good.

Naruto downright smirked at that, genuine amusement glinting just briefly in those cold pools before the turned and placed the bacon on a separate plate. “Maybe because I haven’t had to fight every five seconds to retain my master and I’m not stark crazy from hunger, but that could just be me,” the blonde admitted, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Well we ourselves were a bit reluctant to welcome you into the family because of the rumors we heard about you Naruto-kun. But I do apologize for the misunderstanding and should have trusted that you had only our darling’s best interests at heart. Although how you showed your affections was a bit… much,” Mikoto picked out as diplomatically as an Uchiha peace ambassador would.

Mikoto didn’t know quite what to do as she watched the little cat fight between her son and her other son’s new demon but at least here she felt she could impose. She didn’t fully trust Naruto despite allowing him to cook for them. Her doe gray eyes had watched with a hawk’s sharpness as he mixed and stirred everything, even as she hummed occasionally in agreement to what his dining partner Kisame had to say. This was after all her little boy’s demon and despite the fact that he almost single-handedly destroyed the courthouse he had done it for her little boy and, violated her eldest she had to retain whatever peace should could with the volatile demon. Although it could also be that this was very much something she would have seen and read in the hot and spicy BL novels she secretly read.

“Well I apologize as well for coming on as strongly as I did,” Naruto conceded with a crooked smile. He knew that they were only playing house, none fully trusting or feeling quite as apologetic as they truly felt. But he knew that Mikoto at least knew the game they were playing and knew that nothing would be accomplished without some leniency on both sides.

“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one,” Itachi countered blandly before shoving a piece of fluffy egg into his mouth. He then paused realizing what he had done and although just that bit of egg was heavenly, he stubbornly refused to let the demented demon know it.

 “Is that so? I hadn’t noticed,” Naruto mused allowed, clearly able to see that even Itachi couldn’t deny his culinary skills. He was already turning back to take off the pancake before it burned when he felt something slamming against his back. At first his hackles were raised at the invasion of personal space, a shadowy tail so close to piercing the skull of his unknowing attacker before he visibly relaxed at the smell of vanilla and oranges that was his small master.

“Naruto I was afraid that you left me again. I… it’s been so long that I thought yesterday was a dream. I even half expected you to still be in that cage when I woke up this morning,” Sasuke’ muffled words came somewhere against the demon’s back.

“Don’t tell me that that cage will be my permanent sleeping quarters Poppet? It’s a bit cramped as bedrooms go,” mused Naruto aloud in amusement. The blonde demon didn’t seem particularly perturbed that his human had still not let go of his waist. He even paused in his stirring to lightly pet the raven’s head reassuringly.

“Of course not, I want you to sleep with me from now on like last night,” he demanded with a soft scowl. ‘So I can touch you and you can hold me in your arms,’ he thought shyly but didn’t voice.

“I object!” Itachi bit out before Naruto had the time to respond.

“But it’s big enough to fit us both Aniki,” Sasuke began to whine, tightening his grip around his demon’s waist. If he could forgive his demon for his discrepancies then why couldn’t his Aniki?

“I will not have my impressionable Otouto in a bed with that heathen,” howled out Itachi, standing up to his full height. The glass of orange juice he had generously poured, fell, but he refused to look apologetic as he glared at the sinful demon.

“Lecherous maybe, but heathen… I don’t think I’ve been called that in a century or two. You really know how to make a demon feel nostalgic,” Naruto murmured, waggling his brows in order to piss the Uchiha male further.

“Since Sasuke is determined to have Naruto in his room I will request Kisame bring the fainting couch from the spare room and bring it into Sasuke’s. Naruto can sleep there while Sasuke remains in his bed. Any objections?” Mikoto offered, although everyone knew that it was more of a demand then anything. They still couldn’t quite believe that the docile woman had cursed at them yesterday.

“No mother,” Sasuke and Itachi said one after the other. Both moved to take up their customary chair and sat while Itachi hastily began to dab at his orange juice before it spread further across the kitchen table.

“As you wish, madam,” Naruto said with a flourishing bow before returning back to his food.

“Also Naruto, the Headmaster Iruka wants to speak to you as soon as you are able to go to school. I already told him you were awake and he’s expecting you this morning. It seems you two have things to talk about and of course Sasuke is invited to attend before he goes to his classes,” Mikoto said almost mysteriously.

“Well, well, you barely started your first day of school and already you’ve been sent to the principal’s office,” Itachi said sneeringly.

“Yes… I, unlike you, seem to be in high demand these days,” Naruto countered before turning of the stove and setting the last food item down on the table. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll have to eat quickly if I’m going to make to my appointment and afternoon classes on time,” he replied, smirking mysteriously. It had been a while since he last attended school. 

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   – If you haven’t noticed this by now, when a demon has been summoned he usually remains in his human form to conserve energy and not tax his master’s spiritual energy. The fact that they never saw Naruto’s human form until now means that Minato had a large enough spiritual energy to sustain Kyuubi but that also means that could shorten his lifespan depending on how much Kyuubi devoured.

A/N: I surprisingly had to cut this short and save the school scene for next chapter since I’m already late for my convention. I just wanted to update at least this story since I missed you guys and yes, yes, I’m a review whore. But I get no money from this and your reviews really put a smile on my face. My brain is in complete vacationing mode and doesn’t feel like being bother until school starts up. I just barely managed to convince it to churn out some chapters for different stories. So whichever ones are the most popular, the ones I updated this July, will be the ones I’ll be continuing to work on the rest of the year. So here is hoping this is one of them because Naru-chan has a Minato to hunt and a Sasuke to seduce. XP

P.S. –If people continue to review this story like they did in the past I might come up with a prequel featuring Kyuubi and Minato’s lives leading up to Minato’s supposed death. So keep loving the story the way you have been.