The Destiny of a Stolen Heart
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Past Tense to a Imperfect Future
The shards of an optimistic masterpiece fall in burning flames
Simplistic measures reveal a face but fate conceals the name
Corpulent rumors rummage and wreak frail minds
You acquired hordes of technology, I stole moments of time.
“Hello.”
“It is he, how may I help you."
“Thank you."
“Seven-thirty. Yes. Yes. That will not be a problem."
“You enjoy your evening as well, goodbye."
The soft clack of the phone being placed on it's cradle echos in the empty kitchen. Kurama nurses his water as he walk back to the the table sitting down alone. Kisame turns off the televesion and simply plan to say good night to the resident fox, but the expression marring Kurama face opted for another choice. Kisame sighs and the pulls out the adjacent chair spinning it around he then straddles the seat resting his crossed forearms on the back support.
“Speak, fox.”
“I am in.”
“You do understand why you were hand picked” Kurama’s face holds no emotion as he gestures the stalling man to continue and with an exaggerated sigh, he trudges on. “I didn’t just find you, you were somewhat scouted out.”
Kurama nods. He already knew the predicaments of his spontaneous arrival. “Shall we label it ‘Pure sabotage’?”
Kisame blinks
“In retrospective, the next time you weld a fire escape ladder rung back on may I suggest you attach it properly and not upside down.” Kurama waves his hand in dismissal, “You did carry me all the ways here so you are quite forgiven. Now, how well do you know the Uchiha family?” Kurama asks.
Kisame sighs and rises from his chair. He walks over to the dark cherry armoire and opens the bottom cabinet. Dusting off a worn photo album, he places the leather bound book in front of Kurama.
“What is this?” Kurama inquires as he flips the cover open.
A large three-story house was place in the middle of the page. A row of children stand in a makeshift line ages ranging from three to sixteen filled the foreground. A man with the warmest smile, his brown eyes shone brightly optimistically over a huge scar that nearly spanned his entire face riding the bridge of his nose. He struggles with a rambunctious blonde who seems to be attempting to make the poor man’s head a look out tower. Four more children stand properly facing the camera smiles in place. The fifth is a young boy. He is forever immortalized in a scowl as he stares at blonde’s antics with pure disgust and unbridled jealousy. Shadowing behind the raven haired boy trying to make fire shoot from his eyes in order to incinerate an oblivious carefree soul, are two teenage boys One stares straight ahead as if looking through the camera, his mock- paternal hand rest warningly on his emotionally ruffled mini-clone. Next to the two ravens is a taller much older teenager, his arm drapes casual over the quiet one’s shoulder and despite the look apathy staining his face the taller one toothy smile compensated it fully.
“You.” Kurama says pointing to the older teen with a shark like smile. Kisame nods. “Is that?”
“Yes. He was my best friend; he was my salvation from a very lonely existence.” Kisame takes an extended breath. “The kid in front of us is his younger brother Sasuke.” He chuckles remembering that day. “Itachi had a vice grip on his brother’s shoulder and as soon as the picture snapped Sasuke was climbing Iruka’s back trying to pull Naruto down all the while reprimanding him for his childish behavior.” Kisame continues pointing to the blonde. “This man was a saint.” He reveals pointing to the patient brunette. “I wish I could tell him ’thank you’.”
“He looks barely older than you, so how long did you spend there.”
“I could only work there, but Umino Iruka was generous enough to let me board for almost five years, “he scratches the back of his head and continues, “yea, he was only three years older than I.’
Kurama stares at the picture studying it. “You loved him.” Kisame nods. “Did he love you?”
“Ha, fox at thirteen he had no idea what love was and I at seventeen was not about to introduce him to the world of homosexuality.” he shakes his head. “His uncle would be beyond pissed and I would be dead or at least homeless and in critical condition.” he closes the leather bond book and stands up to put it away.
Kurama was pretty sure Itachi was presently well versed in all sexual stanzas.
“Uncle?” Kurama inquires keeping his mind on track.
“Hn, yes the oldest survivor of the Uchiha Massacre. Sasuke, Itachi and Madara were the only ones to escape with the lives. Their uncle felt it best for the boys to stay at the orphanage because his lifestyle was not appropriate for a family of sorts.”
“So where is he now?” Kurama asks taking a sip of his water.
“Oh he lives in the huge house on the lake by the docks but I am quite sure you already knew that.”
The water spews from Kurama‘s mouth like a geyser as he starts coughing.
Kisame laughs, “So, it was you. Damn, Kurama what did you do to the man to make his sleep through this towns largest heist, most importantly what did he do to you for him not to report it” He ponders aloud leaning against the wall.
Kurama smiles and simply replies, “That was the past. Please do continue.”
He joins Kurama at the table as wipes up watery mess.
Kisame smirks, shakes his head and obliges. “Itachi is a lost friend, and you are someone I consider a friends as well” He leans back and retrieves the dishtowel hanging from the oven door handle and tosses it to Kurama. “Kurama, I have seen you work first hand. Your methods and brash confidence will be your downfall. Heed my warning at fifteen Itachi was skilled at performing the ultimate mindfuck. Now, at twenty three he is a master.”
Kurama nods and says, “You do understand you could have mention all this a lot sooner.”
Kisame shrugs and walks away, “Yes but this way is so much more fun. Plus like I have said before I love to watch you work.” he says dismissingly as he retires to his room closing the door.
The path of destruction never gets lighter
Broken hearts choke heaven’s fire
Lovers harvest and feast on infantile dreams
Swaying to the rhythms of forgotten screams
Simplistic measures reveal a face but fate conceals the name
Corpulent rumors rummage and wreak frail minds
You acquired hordes of technology, I stole moments of time.
“Hello.”
“It is he, how may I help you."
“Thank you."
“Seven-thirty. Yes. Yes. That will not be a problem."
“You enjoy your evening as well, goodbye."
The soft clack of the phone being placed on it's cradle echos in the empty kitchen. Kurama nurses his water as he walk back to the the table sitting down alone. Kisame turns off the televesion and simply plan to say good night to the resident fox, but the expression marring Kurama face opted for another choice. Kisame sighs and the pulls out the adjacent chair spinning it around he then straddles the seat resting his crossed forearms on the back support.
“Speak, fox.”
“I am in.”
“You do understand why you were hand picked” Kurama’s face holds no emotion as he gestures the stalling man to continue and with an exaggerated sigh, he trudges on. “I didn’t just find you, you were somewhat scouted out.”
Kurama nods. He already knew the predicaments of his spontaneous arrival. “Shall we label it ‘Pure sabotage’?”
Kisame blinks
“In retrospective, the next time you weld a fire escape ladder rung back on may I suggest you attach it properly and not upside down.” Kurama waves his hand in dismissal, “You did carry me all the ways here so you are quite forgiven. Now, how well do you know the Uchiha family?” Kurama asks.
Kisame sighs and rises from his chair. He walks over to the dark cherry armoire and opens the bottom cabinet. Dusting off a worn photo album, he places the leather bound book in front of Kurama.
“What is this?” Kurama inquires as he flips the cover open.
A large three-story house was place in the middle of the page. A row of children stand in a makeshift line ages ranging from three to sixteen filled the foreground. A man with the warmest smile, his brown eyes shone brightly optimistically over a huge scar that nearly spanned his entire face riding the bridge of his nose. He struggles with a rambunctious blonde who seems to be attempting to make the poor man’s head a look out tower. Four more children stand properly facing the camera smiles in place. The fifth is a young boy. He is forever immortalized in a scowl as he stares at blonde’s antics with pure disgust and unbridled jealousy. Shadowing behind the raven haired boy trying to make fire shoot from his eyes in order to incinerate an oblivious carefree soul, are two teenage boys One stares straight ahead as if looking through the camera, his mock- paternal hand rest warningly on his emotionally ruffled mini-clone. Next to the two ravens is a taller much older teenager, his arm drapes casual over the quiet one’s shoulder and despite the look apathy staining his face the taller one toothy smile compensated it fully.
“You.” Kurama says pointing to the older teen with a shark like smile. Kisame nods. “Is that?”
“Yes. He was my best friend; he was my salvation from a very lonely existence.” Kisame takes an extended breath. “The kid in front of us is his younger brother Sasuke.” He chuckles remembering that day. “Itachi had a vice grip on his brother’s shoulder and as soon as the picture snapped Sasuke was climbing Iruka’s back trying to pull Naruto down all the while reprimanding him for his childish behavior.” Kisame continues pointing to the blonde. “This man was a saint.” He reveals pointing to the patient brunette. “I wish I could tell him ’thank you’.”
“He looks barely older than you, so how long did you spend there.”
“I could only work there, but Umino Iruka was generous enough to let me board for almost five years, “he scratches the back of his head and continues, “yea, he was only three years older than I.’
Kurama stares at the picture studying it. “You loved him.” Kisame nods. “Did he love you?”
“Ha, fox at thirteen he had no idea what love was and I at seventeen was not about to introduce him to the world of homosexuality.” he shakes his head. “His uncle would be beyond pissed and I would be dead or at least homeless and in critical condition.” he closes the leather bond book and stands up to put it away.
Kurama was pretty sure Itachi was presently well versed in all sexual stanzas.
“Uncle?” Kurama inquires keeping his mind on track.
“Hn, yes the oldest survivor of the Uchiha Massacre. Sasuke, Itachi and Madara were the only ones to escape with the lives. Their uncle felt it best for the boys to stay at the orphanage because his lifestyle was not appropriate for a family of sorts.”
“So where is he now?” Kurama asks taking a sip of his water.
“Oh he lives in the huge house on the lake by the docks but I am quite sure you already knew that.”
The water spews from Kurama‘s mouth like a geyser as he starts coughing.
Kisame laughs, “So, it was you. Damn, Kurama what did you do to the man to make his sleep through this towns largest heist, most importantly what did he do to you for him not to report it” He ponders aloud leaning against the wall.
Kurama smiles and simply replies, “That was the past. Please do continue.”
He joins Kurama at the table as wipes up watery mess.
Kisame smirks, shakes his head and obliges. “Itachi is a lost friend, and you are someone I consider a friends as well” He leans back and retrieves the dishtowel hanging from the oven door handle and tosses it to Kurama. “Kurama, I have seen you work first hand. Your methods and brash confidence will be your downfall. Heed my warning at fifteen Itachi was skilled at performing the ultimate mindfuck. Now, at twenty three he is a master.”
Kurama nods and says, “You do understand you could have mention all this a lot sooner.”
Kisame shrugs and walks away, “Yes but this way is so much more fun. Plus like I have said before I love to watch you work.” he says dismissingly as he retires to his room closing the door.
The path of destruction never gets lighter
Broken hearts choke heaven’s fire
Lovers harvest and feast on infantile dreams
Swaying to the rhythms of forgotten screams