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
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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1,198
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1
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Falling into a beautiful nightmare
Little fox playing the brush
Life shall past in twilight’s hush
Cool moon light your kits do slumber
Yes, fades to never as the darkness pulls you under
Morning dew slowly rolls down a single blade of grass as a brown mouse scurries past it. The sun peeks over the treetops teasing the city hidden within. The birds whistle and chirp their good morning melody, as Kisame stroll casually into and through Kurama’s room. The red head lay peacefully in his cocoon of soft blankets, his face buried up just past the bridge of his nose.
Kurama is lost in a dream. His senses tingle and burn as a familiar ghost plunges his core and coats his soul. Kurama could almost feel the damp earth his chest presses into the cold wet ground. His back arches even more as his spirit begs and his body sings. His mouth is dry as sweat rolls from his blissfully raised tailbone to the small pocket between his shoulder blades.
“Please” Kurama mewls in his slumber. Kisame goes about the chore of gathering a few essentials. “Hiei I’m …” the slamming of the bedroom door startles Kurama out of his sleep and over the edge. The once mighty spirit fox draw his knees up to his chest and fights his strongest demon. His own desires as he trembles in the aftermath.
Kisame busies himself in the main room. Stacking and restacking past dated papers and thrice read magazines. Kurama quickly walks past Kisame, and straight to the laundry room. His sheets and blanket bunched in his arms still draped around his waist.
“So, who is Hiei?”
Kurama blushes slightly, “He is a friend from my past,” he says with much reservation.
“Must be some friend if a dream makes you …”
“So, what were you looking for in my room?” Kurama says cutting him off. He steps into a pair of green shorts and positions himself on the couch next to Kisame.
“This.”
Kurama studies the documents in front of him. “A plan with so many variables cause by emotions is sure to have catastrophic results.”
Kisame wrings his hands then smoothes out his pajama bottoms. This plan was not perfect by all means, because this facsimile of the original plan had a few major details left out of it. “It’s getting late you need to get ready to go.” Kisame almost blurts when he realizes Kurama is studying his behavior with a frown of concern.
Kurama nods and retreats to the back of the house to bath and get dressed. He pulls his hair into a ponytail, the other option was to cut his hair and that was not going to happen. He wore a plain white shirt with the Uchiha fan sewn on the left pocket and a pair of front pleated dark blue khaki style pants. Pulling his leather bag over his shoulder, he bids his ado to his roommate. “Please do lock up when you leave, never know who can just waltz into you apartment these days.”
Kurama steps off the bus on the north sixteenth block. The air was a bit crisp even for the morning hours. He walks another two blocks east to his final destination the Uchiha Corps Building. The bus ride was a shorter than he expected glancing down at his watch he notices the time is only seven fifteen. Walking inside the building he hears people talking he smells the lingering smoke on the two pack a days co-workers clothing as they push pass him to get another nicotine -hit. Making his way down into the mailroom, he is fortunate enough to pass the red haired receptionist who took his application.
“Karen, am I right?”
She nods and looks Kurama up and down. “Can I help you?” she asks with a slightly bitter tone.
He wants to say yes, you can help me by dropping the prissy attitude whore, and show me where I need to go. Kurama just smiles and replies, “I have received a call last night from Mr. Uchiha Sasuke.”
“Hn, I highly doubt that. Someone as important as Sasuke would not have the time for trivial things such as you.”
As Kurama was working on a polite way to say ‘look bitch’ in his head, when her phone buzzes.
“Hello.”
“Yes Mr. Uchiha, I’ll send him right up.”
“I am sorry; he just informed me on whom he was.”
Sasuke hangs the phone up and turns to his brother.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Foolish little brother. Unlike you I enjoy a challenge.” Itachi says taking his leave.
“You call me a fool and you want to fuck the same person who robbed our uncle blind.”
Itachi smiles and steps out the door. He might be falling into the biggest trap but he didn’t really care. This person gave him a feeling he hasn’t felt in such a long time, the want, the need, no the burning desire to lose all self control.
Kurama was able to maintain a passive face, as she gave him instructions on how to get to the upper level offices and the pass code to get through the executive elevator. He thanks her and heads back up. He steps inside and pushes the number seven. The door shuts and the music softly fills the small box. Kurama close his eyes for a moment, the doors slowly open and Kurama peers down a long hallway. He steps on to the plush carpet and walks down the corridor lined with portraits of past presidents CEOs and other important business personas. At the end of the hall is a black mirrored elevator. The number key touch pad on the side glowed red, as did the four lights on the door itself. Kurama did not even bother looking at the scrap piece of paper n his pocket for the code he already had it memorized. The doors open smoothly and a young man with a dark suit, his smirk still in place is leaning against the back wall.
Kurama walks in and stares at the dark haired beauty. Granted his skin was flawless perfect structure, with classical features framing ebony pools but this Uchiha did not have the predatorily fire pulsating in his eyes.
“Good Morning, Sasuke.” Kurama says falling into place beside him. “You wanted to see me?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m sorry I thought I filled out my resume completely, no worry I do have another on me.”
“No who are you?” he repeats stepping in front of Kurama challenging him with a glare.
“Shuichi Minamino” Kurama replies unfazed handing him another completed form.
Kurama head slams against the wall of the elevator. Sasuke’s forearm presses against his neck and his fist cocked back ready to fire off a definitely provoked punch. “Who are you?”
The elevator slows down.
“I am here to completely destroy your older brother.” Kurama explains eyes still shining innocently. The doors slide open and Itachi step in greeting his brother and politely nodding a hello to Kurama.
“Since,” he continues, “That is what you hired me to do.”
The breath of brethren hums on closed lips
Treachery and treason incest licks
Be damned all reason the past may breed
My want consumes yours a superficial need
Life shall past in twilight’s hush
Cool moon light your kits do slumber
Yes, fades to never as the darkness pulls you under
Morning dew slowly rolls down a single blade of grass as a brown mouse scurries past it. The sun peeks over the treetops teasing the city hidden within. The birds whistle and chirp their good morning melody, as Kisame stroll casually into and through Kurama’s room. The red head lay peacefully in his cocoon of soft blankets, his face buried up just past the bridge of his nose.
Kurama is lost in a dream. His senses tingle and burn as a familiar ghost plunges his core and coats his soul. Kurama could almost feel the damp earth his chest presses into the cold wet ground. His back arches even more as his spirit begs and his body sings. His mouth is dry as sweat rolls from his blissfully raised tailbone to the small pocket between his shoulder blades.
“Please” Kurama mewls in his slumber. Kisame goes about the chore of gathering a few essentials. “Hiei I’m …” the slamming of the bedroom door startles Kurama out of his sleep and over the edge. The once mighty spirit fox draw his knees up to his chest and fights his strongest demon. His own desires as he trembles in the aftermath.
Kisame busies himself in the main room. Stacking and restacking past dated papers and thrice read magazines. Kurama quickly walks past Kisame, and straight to the laundry room. His sheets and blanket bunched in his arms still draped around his waist.
“So, who is Hiei?”
Kurama blushes slightly, “He is a friend from my past,” he says with much reservation.
“Must be some friend if a dream makes you …”
“So, what were you looking for in my room?” Kurama says cutting him off. He steps into a pair of green shorts and positions himself on the couch next to Kisame.
“This.”
Kurama studies the documents in front of him. “A plan with so many variables cause by emotions is sure to have catastrophic results.”
Kisame wrings his hands then smoothes out his pajama bottoms. This plan was not perfect by all means, because this facsimile of the original plan had a few major details left out of it. “It’s getting late you need to get ready to go.” Kisame almost blurts when he realizes Kurama is studying his behavior with a frown of concern.
Kurama nods and retreats to the back of the house to bath and get dressed. He pulls his hair into a ponytail, the other option was to cut his hair and that was not going to happen. He wore a plain white shirt with the Uchiha fan sewn on the left pocket and a pair of front pleated dark blue khaki style pants. Pulling his leather bag over his shoulder, he bids his ado to his roommate. “Please do lock up when you leave, never know who can just waltz into you apartment these days.”
Kurama steps off the bus on the north sixteenth block. The air was a bit crisp even for the morning hours. He walks another two blocks east to his final destination the Uchiha Corps Building. The bus ride was a shorter than he expected glancing down at his watch he notices the time is only seven fifteen. Walking inside the building he hears people talking he smells the lingering smoke on the two pack a days co-workers clothing as they push pass him to get another nicotine -hit. Making his way down into the mailroom, he is fortunate enough to pass the red haired receptionist who took his application.
“Karen, am I right?”
She nods and looks Kurama up and down. “Can I help you?” she asks with a slightly bitter tone.
He wants to say yes, you can help me by dropping the prissy attitude whore, and show me where I need to go. Kurama just smiles and replies, “I have received a call last night from Mr. Uchiha Sasuke.”
“Hn, I highly doubt that. Someone as important as Sasuke would not have the time for trivial things such as you.”
As Kurama was working on a polite way to say ‘look bitch’ in his head, when her phone buzzes.
“Hello.”
“Yes Mr. Uchiha, I’ll send him right up.”
“I am sorry; he just informed me on whom he was.”
Sasuke hangs the phone up and turns to his brother.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Foolish little brother. Unlike you I enjoy a challenge.” Itachi says taking his leave.
“You call me a fool and you want to fuck the same person who robbed our uncle blind.”
Itachi smiles and steps out the door. He might be falling into the biggest trap but he didn’t really care. This person gave him a feeling he hasn’t felt in such a long time, the want, the need, no the burning desire to lose all self control.
Kurama was able to maintain a passive face, as she gave him instructions on how to get to the upper level offices and the pass code to get through the executive elevator. He thanks her and heads back up. He steps inside and pushes the number seven. The door shuts and the music softly fills the small box. Kurama close his eyes for a moment, the doors slowly open and Kurama peers down a long hallway. He steps on to the plush carpet and walks down the corridor lined with portraits of past presidents CEOs and other important business personas. At the end of the hall is a black mirrored elevator. The number key touch pad on the side glowed red, as did the four lights on the door itself. Kurama did not even bother looking at the scrap piece of paper n his pocket for the code he already had it memorized. The doors open smoothly and a young man with a dark suit, his smirk still in place is leaning against the back wall.
Kurama walks in and stares at the dark haired beauty. Granted his skin was flawless perfect structure, with classical features framing ebony pools but this Uchiha did not have the predatorily fire pulsating in his eyes.
“Good Morning, Sasuke.” Kurama says falling into place beside him. “You wanted to see me?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m sorry I thought I filled out my resume completely, no worry I do have another on me.”
“No who are you?” he repeats stepping in front of Kurama challenging him with a glare.
“Shuichi Minamino” Kurama replies unfazed handing him another completed form.
Kurama head slams against the wall of the elevator. Sasuke’s forearm presses against his neck and his fist cocked back ready to fire off a definitely provoked punch. “Who are you?”
The elevator slows down.
“I am here to completely destroy your older brother.” Kurama explains eyes still shining innocently. The doors slide open and Itachi step in greeting his brother and politely nodding a hello to Kurama.
“Since,” he continues, “That is what you hired me to do.”
The breath of brethren hums on closed lips
Treachery and treason incest licks
Be damned all reason the past may breed
My want consumes yours a superficial need