Kyuubi at the top - Chapter 1
TaDa! I finally posted the first chapter on my livejournal.
I posted it, oh I don't know about a month I guess ago, on FF.net.
So here it is:
Title: Kyuubi at the Top
Author: Ami
Pairing: NaruSasu
Summary: Sasuke just turned 16 and as a custom of Konoha City he has to climb the Mountain of Kyuubi. But what if he isn’t allowed to leave?
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Chapters: 1, 2
Chapter 1: Uchiha Sasuke, second son.
Konoha was a large city in a way. The only problem was that it was separated into 4 small towns. In between those towns there was a large mountain, the mountain of Kyuubi. It was rumoured that the fox demon himself lived in the mountaintops, which were often covered in snow.
The towns were connected with large tunnels that went underneath to mountain. Going around the mountain took to long to get to the other side and to climb over it was exhausting and dangerous. The only time the people of Konoha climbed that mountain was when they came to pray to the small temple at the top.
It was also a custom for everyone who turned 16 to climb the mountain and pray there. Girls often went in groups; boys had to go on their own as a sign of strength and courage. Or so had Uchiha Sasuke been told, repeatedly by his brother, his father…and his classmates. He was the last of his class to turn 16, the last to have to climb that stupid mountain.
Sasuke was often seen as the baby of the class. Last one to climb and his brother Itachi had already climbed the damn thing when he was 12 and once again at 16 to honour the custom. Sasuke hated his brother, resented him, and envied him.
It just wasn’t fair. That he, Sasuke as second son of the head of the Uchiha clan, was practically nothing next to his brother. Everywhere in town he was always asked about Itachi. Itachi is such a good son, they say, he would make all of Konoha proud. But what about Sasuke. Wasn’t he just as a good son as Itachi was? Didn’t he do his chores? His homework?
So after years of wondering why he possibly couldn’t be just as good as Itachi, he had enough. He didn’t really care anymore. Didn’t feel the need to care. Boys laughed at him, at his slightly effeminate looks. Girls always seem to ask how he got his skin so soft and his hair so shiny.
Kiba, the eldest son of the Inuzuka clan, was the worst of them all. The Inuzuka clan was famed for its dogs. Legend say that the God’s themselves gave the first wolves to breed and tame. Kiba was the heir of that famed clan and seemed to think that the second son of the Uchiha clan was far underneath his stature. Inuzuka was the one that had cut his hair with a knife. It was another custom that the sons of the heads of a clan had long hair; it was a sign for honour.
It was after school, a good month ago. Sasuke stayed behind in class to ask Iruka-sensei if he had some more work he could do for extra credit. As he walked out of the building, Kiba grabbed him and pulled him towards the back. There were a few boys waiting, a few were his classmates, others were just a few classes below or above him.
Sasuke was pushed against the wall and restrained, while Kiba pulled a knife. Sasuke struggled and pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Please, please don’t.”
The boys around him just laughed at him. Sasuke began to realize that they weren’t going to help him, no matter what he did. So he’d hang his head and softly began to cry.
“Did you see that?”, Kiba said laughing as he turned to his friends, “He’s crying! Just like a girl. What do you want me to do with him?”
The boys started calling things that they wanted to do to him, the more they shouted suggestions at Kiba the more confident they became. The more painful their suggestions became.
“You know what”, Kiba said his smile turning ugly, “Let’s cut his hair. A man crying has no honour, so he has no need for long hair. Besides with short hair he might look like a real girl like Hinata-chan.”
He burst out of laughing, the other boys laughed with him, clapping their hand and yelled at the same time, “Do it! Do it! Do it.”
Over and over again. The ugly smile on Kiba’s face was back as he turned towards Sasuke. The blade of the knife shone in the evening sun. Sasuke watched helpless as Kiba strode towards him with a determined look in his eyes. He watched as the Inuzuka heir, grabbed his ponytail that hung at the base of his neck and just chopped it off. Boys all around started cheering and slapping Kiba on the back.
“That is what you deserve.”, they said as they left, he could still hear there laughter as they walked further and further away from him.
They had left him there. His silent tears were streaming over his cheeks, his shoulders shook and his breathing loud, like he was grasping for air. His once long hair was lying in strands around him. Sasuke tried to pick up as many heaps of hair he could find, he bound them together with his hair tie that had fallen out of his now short hair. He stood up shakily and made his way home.
His father had been angry, especially when he wouldn’t tell him who did it. That had let his father believe that Sasuke did it himself.
His mother tried to cut the chopped hair even. It didn’t completely work. The short strands in the back, stayed upright, making his hair look suspiciously like a ducks butt. He wasn’t the only one who thought so. When Kiba saw his new coupe the next morning, he was teased and bullied with it.
He didn’t bring any honour to his family. He with the short hair, he who his father believed didn’t honour the custom of honour. He who was repeatedly told by that same father, that he was a disgrace to the family. It’s he who has to climb the Mountain of Kyuubi to show his strength, his courage and most importantly his family honour. And he wondered why he had to make that climb, wasn’t it so that he didn’t bring his family honour. Didn’t Itachi do that? So why should he do something he really didn’t want to do, when he knew that he wouldn’t bring his family honour? Wouldn’t make his family proud? Wouldn’t make the people of Konoha say, Sasuke is such a good son? So why?
He didn’t dare tell his mother these things or worse his father. His mother would have understood, he thought, or at least pretended that she did. His father wouldn’t have listened. He would have been angry, furious. He always feared his father’s anger, it could be dangerous.
So here he was, standing at the foot of the mountain. His mother next to him, nobody else had showed. For those who did the climb there often was a party before they left. It was after all their birthday. But his day was quite. He was lucky that his mother was here standing beside him, smiling reassuringly. He gave a half smile back at her. She hugged him, she smelled like the jasmine that stood tall and proud covered in white blossom in the yard of his home. He would miss her he realized. She pulled back out of his arms and Sasuke noticed that although the smile was still on her face, the tears were streaming down her face.
“Don’t cry Okaa-san. I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”, he told her, even though he felt warm inside when he looked at the tears in her eyes. This, he thought, this was a sign of someone who cared. Really cared for him. It was heartwarming.
“I know Sasuke-chan. But you’re my son and all mothers care for their sons.”, she smiled, “Be careful okay. And comeback soon.”
She pushed a package into his hands, “A bentou for underway. I packed your favourite, onigiri. And a piece of birthday cake. Take this as well.” She reached behind her neck, loosened the string of a necklace, and handed it to Sasuke. It was one of her favourites, he knew. The pendent was a moon crescent made of moonstone. Someone had painted blue butterflies and green leaves on its surface.
“Remember me, okay? Listen,”, she placed her hands on his shoulders, “Where ever you are just remember by looking at that pendent that I am waiting for you to come home. That I’m wishing for you to be save. And that I praying to Kyuubi himself, that you will complete your quest.”
Sasuke nodded, he would. He knew he would. He tightened the necklace around his neck, making sure that it was secure and took the package from her. She hugged him again and whispered in his ear, “You’re a good son Sasuke. I’m proud of you.”
Sasuke kissed he cheek and pulled away. He picked up his knapsack and his food.
“Thank you Okaa-san.”, he said quietly. He took one last look at her, trying to engrave her into his memories. Her long black hair lose and softly swaying in the wind. Her eyes, the same as his, almost as black as her hair were still shining with unshed tears. Her dress a soft pink colour covered with little flowers. Her sandals dirty, covered with sand of the path.
Sasuke turned and didn’t look back. He will be strong. He couldn’t climb the mountain for honour, but he could do it to make his mother proud. He would, he thought smiling, be a good son for her.
Tbc.
I posted it, oh I don't know about a month I guess ago, on FF.net.
So here it is:
Title: Kyuubi at the Top
Author: Ami
Pairing: NaruSasu
Summary: Sasuke just turned 16 and as a custom of Konoha City he has to climb the Mountain of Kyuubi. But what if he isn’t allowed to leave?
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Chapters: 1, 2
Chapter 1: Uchiha Sasuke, second son.
Konoha was a large city in a way. The only problem was that it was separated into 4 small towns. In between those towns there was a large mountain, the mountain of Kyuubi. It was rumoured that the fox demon himself lived in the mountaintops, which were often covered in snow.
The towns were connected with large tunnels that went underneath to mountain. Going around the mountain took to long to get to the other side and to climb over it was exhausting and dangerous. The only time the people of Konoha climbed that mountain was when they came to pray to the small temple at the top.
It was also a custom for everyone who turned 16 to climb the mountain and pray there. Girls often went in groups; boys had to go on their own as a sign of strength and courage. Or so had Uchiha Sasuke been told, repeatedly by his brother, his father…and his classmates. He was the last of his class to turn 16, the last to have to climb that stupid mountain.
Sasuke was often seen as the baby of the class. Last one to climb and his brother Itachi had already climbed the damn thing when he was 12 and once again at 16 to honour the custom. Sasuke hated his brother, resented him, and envied him.
It just wasn’t fair. That he, Sasuke as second son of the head of the Uchiha clan, was practically nothing next to his brother. Everywhere in town he was always asked about Itachi. Itachi is such a good son, they say, he would make all of Konoha proud. But what about Sasuke. Wasn’t he just as a good son as Itachi was? Didn’t he do his chores? His homework?
So after years of wondering why he possibly couldn’t be just as good as Itachi, he had enough. He didn’t really care anymore. Didn’t feel the need to care. Boys laughed at him, at his slightly effeminate looks. Girls always seem to ask how he got his skin so soft and his hair so shiny.
Kiba, the eldest son of the Inuzuka clan, was the worst of them all. The Inuzuka clan was famed for its dogs. Legend say that the God’s themselves gave the first wolves to breed and tame. Kiba was the heir of that famed clan and seemed to think that the second son of the Uchiha clan was far underneath his stature. Inuzuka was the one that had cut his hair with a knife. It was another custom that the sons of the heads of a clan had long hair; it was a sign for honour.
It was after school, a good month ago. Sasuke stayed behind in class to ask Iruka-sensei if he had some more work he could do for extra credit. As he walked out of the building, Kiba grabbed him and pulled him towards the back. There were a few boys waiting, a few were his classmates, others were just a few classes below or above him.
Sasuke was pushed against the wall and restrained, while Kiba pulled a knife. Sasuke struggled and pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Please, please don’t.”
The boys around him just laughed at him. Sasuke began to realize that they weren’t going to help him, no matter what he did. So he’d hang his head and softly began to cry.
“Did you see that?”, Kiba said laughing as he turned to his friends, “He’s crying! Just like a girl. What do you want me to do with him?”
The boys started calling things that they wanted to do to him, the more they shouted suggestions at Kiba the more confident they became. The more painful their suggestions became.
“You know what”, Kiba said his smile turning ugly, “Let’s cut his hair. A man crying has no honour, so he has no need for long hair. Besides with short hair he might look like a real girl like Hinata-chan.”
He burst out of laughing, the other boys laughed with him, clapping their hand and yelled at the same time, “Do it! Do it! Do it.”
Over and over again. The ugly smile on Kiba’s face was back as he turned towards Sasuke. The blade of the knife shone in the evening sun. Sasuke watched helpless as Kiba strode towards him with a determined look in his eyes. He watched as the Inuzuka heir, grabbed his ponytail that hung at the base of his neck and just chopped it off. Boys all around started cheering and slapping Kiba on the back.
“That is what you deserve.”, they said as they left, he could still hear there laughter as they walked further and further away from him.
They had left him there. His silent tears were streaming over his cheeks, his shoulders shook and his breathing loud, like he was grasping for air. His once long hair was lying in strands around him. Sasuke tried to pick up as many heaps of hair he could find, he bound them together with his hair tie that had fallen out of his now short hair. He stood up shakily and made his way home.
His father had been angry, especially when he wouldn’t tell him who did it. That had let his father believe that Sasuke did it himself.
His mother tried to cut the chopped hair even. It didn’t completely work. The short strands in the back, stayed upright, making his hair look suspiciously like a ducks butt. He wasn’t the only one who thought so. When Kiba saw his new coupe the next morning, he was teased and bullied with it.
He didn’t bring any honour to his family. He with the short hair, he who his father believed didn’t honour the custom of honour. He who was repeatedly told by that same father, that he was a disgrace to the family. It’s he who has to climb the Mountain of Kyuubi to show his strength, his courage and most importantly his family honour. And he wondered why he had to make that climb, wasn’t it so that he didn’t bring his family honour. Didn’t Itachi do that? So why should he do something he really didn’t want to do, when he knew that he wouldn’t bring his family honour? Wouldn’t make his family proud? Wouldn’t make the people of Konoha say, Sasuke is such a good son? So why?
He didn’t dare tell his mother these things or worse his father. His mother would have understood, he thought, or at least pretended that she did. His father wouldn’t have listened. He would have been angry, furious. He always feared his father’s anger, it could be dangerous.
So here he was, standing at the foot of the mountain. His mother next to him, nobody else had showed. For those who did the climb there often was a party before they left. It was after all their birthday. But his day was quite. He was lucky that his mother was here standing beside him, smiling reassuringly. He gave a half smile back at her. She hugged him, she smelled like the jasmine that stood tall and proud covered in white blossom in the yard of his home. He would miss her he realized. She pulled back out of his arms and Sasuke noticed that although the smile was still on her face, the tears were streaming down her face.
“Don’t cry Okaa-san. I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”, he told her, even though he felt warm inside when he looked at the tears in her eyes. This, he thought, this was a sign of someone who cared. Really cared for him. It was heartwarming.
“I know Sasuke-chan. But you’re my son and all mothers care for their sons.”, she smiled, “Be careful okay. And comeback soon.”
She pushed a package into his hands, “A bentou for underway. I packed your favourite, onigiri. And a piece of birthday cake. Take this as well.” She reached behind her neck, loosened the string of a necklace, and handed it to Sasuke. It was one of her favourites, he knew. The pendent was a moon crescent made of moonstone. Someone had painted blue butterflies and green leaves on its surface.
“Remember me, okay? Listen,”, she placed her hands on his shoulders, “Where ever you are just remember by looking at that pendent that I am waiting for you to come home. That I’m wishing for you to be save. And that I praying to Kyuubi himself, that you will complete your quest.”
Sasuke nodded, he would. He knew he would. He tightened the necklace around his neck, making sure that it was secure and took the package from her. She hugged him again and whispered in his ear, “You’re a good son Sasuke. I’m proud of you.”
Sasuke kissed he cheek and pulled away. He picked up his knapsack and his food.
“Thank you Okaa-san.”, he said quietly. He took one last look at her, trying to engrave her into his memories. Her long black hair lose and softly swaying in the wind. Her eyes, the same as his, almost as black as her hair were still shining with unshed tears. Her dress a soft pink colour covered with little flowers. Her sandals dirty, covered with sand of the path.
Sasuke turned and didn’t look back. He will be strong. He couldn’t climb the mountain for honour, but he could do it to make his mother proud. He would, he thought smiling, be a good son for her.
Tbc.