The Children of 7 Gods

THE CHILDREN OF 7 GODS
By makacatori


Romance. Horror. Action. Mystery. Angst.


Warnings: AU, YAOI, HET, Original Characters, out of character, Violence, gore, cursing, sex, rape, cutting, physical child abuse, character deaths, possible hermaphrodites, suicide and most likely a happy ending


Summary: Two boys born of sinful union find love in each other, but first they must grow up to become notorious ninjas of the village hidden the leaves. Love, death, birth and lies will be forever intertwined within their destinies. Will they survive long enough to find happiness?


Main Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto

PROLOGUE – Things that have come to pass


A blond man, most women would call a rugged beauty, pressed himself against surely a raven haired Aphrodite. She was the emblem of a sinful beauty. She portrayed the very image of the temptress, where a man would be sexually frustrated in her presence. Oh woe the men, who are now forgotten for the blond man eclipses her sight. This woman, Uchiha Mikoto, wife and third cousin of Uchiha Fugaku, clung to her secret lover’s hair as he let his hands slide over he delicate frame with practiced gestures and kissing a trail down the smooth pale column of her neck. In turn she was nearly shaking with pleasure of his touch. “Clothes off!” She commanded.

He looked up for a moment meeting brown eyes with his green ones, “Are you sure you want to go that far this time?” He asked softly, yet with an eager tone.

“Yes.” She said releasing his hair to slide down his sides, stopping at the edge of his black dress pants. She could tell that he was so aroused it hurt. She began to unbutton them as his breath hitched. Gaining some semblance of control the man, I will now name as Kazama Arashi, the Yondaime and husband to Kazama Karei, led the woman over to a giant bed with a goose down mattress. He pushed her onto it, while shedding his clothes and as she shed hers. Both naked, their flesh heated by arousal they let their hands trail down each other’s flesh. She admired each defined muscles, his strong legs, powerful arms, silky blond hair that tumbled downwards in wavy, scarred tan flesh, slim waist with a six back stomach and the thick and long column of his cock. He admired her soft pale skin and her yielding flesh, her curves and full breasts. He trailed kisses downwards until he reached the dark curls above her sex. “In now.” She demanded breathing hard from his ministrations. He nodded and thrust in.

Her slick channel felt so heavenly around his erect member. Both gasped in pleasure as he thrust quickly in and out of her delicate body. He suckled her on her breasts, making her gasp in pleasure. Hickeys would be covered with make up. A sweaty sheen covered their bodies and their eyes were filled with lust. Her bruised lips parted as she screamed his name over and over again, His balls tightened just as he reached his peak and his spilt his seed into her channel, which was hungrily absorbed.

They collapsed holding each other as Arashi’s cock went flaccid within her. Abruptly she clenched her muscles around him, immediately getting a response “We’re not done here mister.” She crooned in his ear sending shivers of pleasure down his body. Slowly his manhood began to stiffen again, foreplay was forgotten as he licked and thrust into her. Over and over and over again. His balls tightened once more and they screamed in pleasure as they rode out their twin orgasm. Her body drank in his seed. Slipping his cock out of her, he pulled her to his chest and then his breath evened out as did hers.


ACROSS TOWN, Fugaku held Karei, Arashi’s wife. She was stripped down to her lacy red underwear, but he still wore his pants. He had his hand placed on her abdomen. “Are you sure Karei?” He asked as he felt the three month old child move “Are you sure this is my son?” He gently drew circles on her swollen stomach. It was tight from the child within it.

“Yes.” She said resting her black haired head on Fugaku’s shoulder. Her soft glossy black hair and the smell of her peach shampoo drove him wild. Her swelling stomach pressed against him, her breast swollen with milk. He felt a sense of possessiveness. This was HIS child. His baby boy. Their baby. The baby that would be born between lovers instead of wife and husband. He kissed butterfly kisses down her stomach to the edge of her panties.

But guilt was in his gut and he drew away from her looking into her fiery black eyes. “What am I suppose to do about Arashi. It’s bad enough that we are fucking each other’s wives, but for me to have impregnated-“

“Sush. I’ve already solved the problem. Mikoto will also be with child within a month’s time. I slipped a drug into her drink. She will be full with Arashi’s child. All we need is to hide the evidence until we are certain she is pregnant. Then you will confess as the gentleman you are. It’s as simple as that. Arashi will pretend, our child is his and you will pretend Arashi’s and Mikoto’s child is your, until Sasuke’s birth,” Mikoto said stroking her abdomen, where Sasuke grew, “Then Sasuke will be taken as mine, until their child is born. Without a doubt Arashi’s child will resemble him more than Mikoto and my child will gain the Sharingan so you will raise Sasuke as I will raise their child. What do you think?”

“It’s a very good plan.” Fugaku said nibbling on her neck. “Let the games begin.” She moaned in agreement and sexual arousal. Inside her Sasuke stirred.


OCTOBER 10th

Unfortunately all was for naught. The plan worked until the eve of Kyuubi’s attack Mikoto gave birth. The Kyuubi was sealed into Naruto. Karei died in the attack. In his mourning, Fugaku refused to raise Naruto and threatened Mikoto with death if she were to leave him. So Naruto was abandoned, no one ever knew who his mother or father was, no one knew Naruto was an Uchiha and a Kazama… no one knew Sasuke had a third cousin. No one knew Sasuke’s birthday was not October 10th. No one knew that Arashi’s son still lived. No one knew.

CHAPTER ONE – Childhood


Part One – The Sinful Legacy


The RELIEF! Oh god! The relief, to feel the sharp metal slicing away the pain. As if carving, no hollowing out the pain in one’s heart. To make it disappears maybe for just a moment. The temptation of the final release was there, but it would be denied for now. The warm blood trickling down his arm, god yes the masochist’s pain tore asunder the power of his depression. Yes the pain felt good.


Eight-year-old Naruto bandaged his arm up with white linen grinning madly. If only he could preserve it longer… anything to make the pain go away. But the damn fox healed the wounds fast, oh so fast. At least he would bare the scars. He pulled on his kaki baggy pants and baggy white shirt with an orange spiral on front. It had been one month since he had begun to cut himself, one month since his mentor, sensei and only friend had abandoned him. Nikkei had been his last hold to his sanity. The female ‘demon spawn’, truthfully a human forced into mergence with a murder’s spirit, a sick twisted experiment done by Orochimaru, had left to seek her revenge against her creator. Naruto had been abandoned in a time of need. Slowly things began to spiral out of control, beatings, rapes and attempted assassinations. Finally the taunt string broke and he became withdrawn, self-deprecating, delusional and an emotional wreck.


Flashback


“Come on baby.” The lusty eyed drunk man said as he fucked the six-year-old boy’s mouth. “Come on baby!” He called thrusting in, making Naruto choke on the hardened flesh. He groped the boy, squeezing Naruto’s private. His other hand holding Naruto’s wrists above he head. Finally the man bit back a scream as he released in the malnourished boy’s mouth. He withdrew, the little boy was about to spit it out, but a hand clamped over his nose and mouth, the man whispered “Swallow it.” The boy struggled for a few minutes not wanting any more of him to be tainted by this man, but his breath was running short. He swallowed.

END of Flashback

Today was his first day at the ninja academy. He slowly made his way to the academy dragging his feet, his stomach in knots from fear and trepidation. He was sure he would only be moving towards more pain, rejection and terror as he did with each breath he took.


The Hokage Tower


Sarutobi sat before the lab results and sighed. This was revelation was horrific, it would shatter the very pride of the Hokages and the village. He could never let it be revealed! He would need to speak to Naruto. A new law would be placed upon the poor boy. Hidden under the disfigured corpse of Mikoto Uchiha, there was two letter and a four small vials of blood. One letter was addressed to him and the second to her son… Naruto. Sarutobi sighed. His age was finally getting to him.


Hokage-sama,


If you’re reading this then I am dead.

However, I must tell you a dark secret that had been kept for many years. I, Uchiha Mikoto, never gave birth to Uchiha Sasuke, but I did give birth to Uzumaki Naruto. My husband Fugaku Uchiha is Sasuke’s father and his mother is Kazama Karei. Your suspicions are correct, the Yondaime is indeed Naruto’s father. Naruto’s surname is Kazama Uchiha. His first name is not Naruto it is Aijinnou (Lover Gift). He will inherit the Sharingan. The vials of blood attached to this letter will prove both the he is indeed my son and Arashi’s, but also that he will have both the Sharingan and his father’s body condition. The fourth vial is of Karei’s blood as to prove Sasuke is her son. I tried to adopt Naruto into the Uchiha household, but my husband has forbid it under penalty of my death. I am to never speak, touch or look at him. I assume that my husband only sees my son as the Kyuubi, the same Kyuubi that killed his lover Karei. I have been forced to pretend Sasuke is my own son and raise him. Not that I do not love him. I do love Sasuke as if he were my son by birth. But Hokage-sama, I must tell you sometimes I hate him. I hate him because he lives with privilege while my son is beaten, raped and rejected. God, Hokage-sama, I am so lost. Please tell my son I loved him and I am sorry. And tell Sasuke that… that he is my son of my heart if not of my blood.


Sincerely yours,
Uchiha Mikoto

Dear Naruto,


My name is Uchiha Mikoto, I am your mother. And if you’re reading this I am dead.

I have always wanted to be there for you, to hold you and kiss you. To feed you and dress you. Unfortunately my husband has refused me that right. You see Naruto, my husband, Uchiha Fugaku, is not your father. Your father is Kazama Arashi or rather known as your beloved hero, the Yondaime. Itachi is your half brother. Sasuke is not your brother, he is Kazama Karei and my husband’s son, nor is Sasuke your cousin. Karei was Arashi’s wife. Each of our relationships was a secret. Sasuke was born three months before October 10th, your birthday. I pretended that Sasuke was my child, while Karei was to pretend you were hers. Unfortunately she died during the Kyuubi attack. I’m sure by now Hokage-sama has told you the truth of the Kyuubi’s demise. My husband only saw you as the Kyuubi that killed Karei and refused to let me adopt you under penalty of death. I tried my hardest to fight against this, I didn’t even care if I had to run away to be with you, but he threatened to kill you if I did. He wanted me to raise Sasuke as my son that is why he kept me. He kept me to save his name and to give his son privileges that you too deserved. Every night I cried and refused to sleep with him, every night he would force me into his bed and rape me. That soon stopped after my son, Itachi, your half brother, saw this happening and he threatened Fugaku. But that was not before I became pregnant with your sister, but I lost her in a miscarriage. I don’t hate Sasuke, but I never loved him as much as I loved you.


Naruto your name was supposed to be Kazama Uchiha Aijinnou. You will receive the Sharingan and your father’s body condition (the reason he became the yellow flash). You will be a great warrior. And a man I hope that will stand his beliefs and promises. A man worthy of the Hokage’s title. Naruto make me and your father proud.


I am sorry and I love you very much.
Your mother,
Uchiha Mikoto


Sarutobi rubbed his temples and sighed… he would wait until Naruto unleashed his Sharingan. Then he would inform both survivors of the Uchiha massacre, Naruto and Sasuke.


The Academy


The shy golden shoulder length haired boy with large exotically titled purple eyes and pure white skin sat nervously in the back row. His name was Uzumaki Naruto and today was his first day at the Academy. Naruto was a late to the Academy and being the newest student he was nervous. Naruto shrunk into a corner as his new classmates filed in. Not one, but the teacher noticed his presence and the bias teacher ignored him. The class began. Naruto let his mind wonder he wondered once again, ‘why was he here? What purpose did this serve? The council had been adamant that he attend, but what did they gain? They surely did not want him as a ninja. What was he here for?’


Half way through a lesson on stealth, which Naruto was already an expert at courtesy of Nikkei, an older boy came in. He was breathtakingly beautiful, but his eyes were haunted. Naruto watched him as he slunk over to an empty seat not far from Naruto. He never noticed Naruto. The teacher gave him a sympathetic look before returning to teaching. Only one person did notice his presence, a boy with a lazy demeanor cast interested eyes on Naruto and examined him making Naruto squirm. It was the end of the day when the boy approached him.


“Hi, my name is Nara Shikamaru, what yours?”


Naruto looked down at his feet and muttered “My name is Uzumaki Naruto.” Naruto waited for the curses or a fist, but he got none. Slowly he looked up, Shikamaru cast sad eyes down on Naruto.


“People hit you don’t they?”


“How did you know?” Naruto blurted out before covering his mouth.


“When you said your name, you flinched as if you were waiting to be hurt…” There was a brief silence, “Naruto I promise I won’t hurt you.” Shikamaru said. Naruto looked into his eyes for a moment searching for the truth and finding nothing, but honesty Naruto smiled gently.


“Thank you” Naruto muttered.


“Well Naruto, would you like to come and train with me? I know I look lazy, but I do train. The academy classes are just too boring.” Naruto giggled and agreed with Shikamaru. They made their way to an open training field and began to practice. Shikamaru learned a lot about Naruto. Naruto was genius on par with him. He was highly unpredictable and very talented. His attacks were sloppy, but he possessed a great understanding of taijutsu. Finding that Naruto didn’t have any parent or anyone to teach him taijutsu, ninjutsu or genjutsu, Shikamaru began to tutor him in everything, but his clan’s personal jutsus. Surprisingly, Shikamaru also learned from Naruto. Naruto taught Shikamaru stealth, how to set traps, some genjutsu and how to cook. In class at the Academy his teacher ignored him, never letting him practice with the other students, never testing him, but marking him as 0s… he was completely ignored, but Naruto liked it that way.


It was three months before anyone discovered that Naruto was in their class or that he was training with Shikamaru. Furthermore it was three months until someone else joined their training.


Three Months Later


Today Naruto was incredibly depressed, he had cut himself five more times than his usual ten. Under his light purple shirt he stroked his healing wounds. Shikamaru acted like didn’t know about Naruto’s cutting, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Shikamaru did know. Naruto was curled up in his chair eyes downcast, but listening to the lecture about hand seals. Sasuke as usual came to class late, a thing he had been doing since his clan’s massacre. Sasuke had been out in the rain last night, haunted by his memories he could stay in the ancestral home. His vision was hazy from exhaustion and a light fever, he stumbled and lost his balance collapsing on top of Naruto. His last coherent thought was as he gazed up into shocking purple eyes ‘He’s beautiful.’


Two days later, Sasuke was released from hospital and he immediately returned to class. Wondering if those beautiful purple eyes were nothing, but a figment of his fevered hallucinations, he took his time actually looking around the classroom until he spotted the beautiful boy with purple eyes His breath stuck in his throat. His heart sped up. ‘No, this can’t be happening, I’m supposed to like girls not boys. I have a clan to resurrect. God damn it. NO!’ he screeched mentally. All day he brooded, his mind filled with anxiety, but what finally decided the fate of Naruto and his relationship was when the teacher called names, but never called the boy’s. When Sasuke asked about the boy the teacher sneered ‘Oh him, he’s the dead last, why should I teach a freak like him.” And then as an after thought the teacher said “Stay away from that boy, he’ll just drag you down.” That decided it. Sasuke in a panic to suppress the feeling he had for the boy would start thinking of the boy as the ‘dead last’ and soon learn to scorn him.


It was on that same day, Naruto and Shikamaru met Lee. After hearing what the teacher had said to Sasuke Naruto had slipped away and went to the swing at the front of the academy. His expression was etched with pain, but he refused to cry. Shikamaru seeing his friend missing, excused himself for the bathroom and went in search for Naruto. He saw Naruto out of the window and went to door only to be pushed aside by a sobbing boy with gum in his hair. The boy rushed outside, but in his haste fell over a tree branch and fell flat on his face. A scratch adorned his face and bled mixing with his salty tears. He lay there sobbing. Forgetting his own troubles Naruto made his way over to the boy and shook his shoulder. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Naruto asked. The boy looked up startled at Naruto and also Shikamaru who also had made his way over.


“It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be seen with me. Go away.” Lee said quietly.


“No.” Naruto said bluntly, “Not until you tell us what is wrong.”


“Were opened minded. So don’t be afraid to tell us.” Shikamaru said pleasantly.


After a moment’s hesitation, the boy said “My name is Rock Lee… I can’t do ninjutsus or genjutsus, but… I really want to be a ninja. But people call me losers, the teachers don’t even attempt to teach me. The girl’s bully me. The boys ignore me or call me dead last. I guess I can’t be a ninja… I worthless, I’m stupid, I’m—“ His voice began to escalate in volume.


“Shut up.” Naruto commanded, but then said quietly, “Don’t call yourself that, you’ll only make it true. If you believe that you’re nothing, you’ll be nothing, but if you believe you will be something and work towards and don’t give up even went it is really hard you can be anything you want. So what if you can’t do genjutsu or ninjutsu, you can still do taijutsu. Hell there’s even a famous Jounin, the green beast, Maito Gai, who only uses taijutsu in his battles. Lee, you’ve got be proud of yourself, show them they’re wrong. They’re just stupid academy students. You, Lee, are a real ninja.”


After a glance at Naruto Shikamaru asked, “Lee, would you like to train with us?”


“Really?” Lee asked brightening considerably.


“Really!” Naruto answered.


“Of course I will!” Lee screamed enthusiastically.


Someone watched them from the bushes. He hissed in displeasure. Yellow eyes closed momentarily, “Naruto Uzumaki, you belong to me. Your purity will be mine. You are mine, nephew.”


-TBC


Please review. Also the next chapter will be Sasuke-centric.


-makacatori