Fic: Kyuubi at the Top - Chapter 3
Author: akiko88
Title: Kyuubi at the Top
Pairing: NaruSasu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, shounen-ai
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
A/N: Thank you, tacuma811 for making my text readable. Thank you, Alley-Oop for pointing out some mistakes I made in my last chapter!
Chapter 3: Dept Revealed
Kyuubi’s grin turned feral, “And I plan to collect it now.”
Sasuke stared at Kyuubi, wondering what the fox god would want to ask of him. Could it be his life? He hadn’t heard of anyone being killed by Kyuubi before, but who knew what such a creature could do to someone like Sasuke. Maybe he was going to eat him? Those teeth looked really painful, and were probably capable to tear through flesh and bone.
“You my dear human,” Kyuubi said, “Are going to be my mate!”
Sasuke stared at him blankly; the connection between Kyuubi’s words hadn’t been made yet.
Sasuke’s eyes widened as the fox God’s face suddenly came closer to his own. He started to struggle against the grip Kyuubi had on his chin.
“Sasuke~” the blond whined, “couples are supposed to kiss each other you know. So don’t struggle.”
Sasuke stopped struggling immediately; not because of the comment but because the sound of the voice had changed. He looked up and found himself staring into blue eyes, instead of red.
“Naruto…” he said slowly. Dumbfounded he stared at the blond. How was that possible? What happened to Kyuubi and why was Naruto in his place? What was going on here? He started to feel light-headed; his mind was racing trying to process the new information. He never could handle stress that well. Sasuke always seemed to be sick the first week of vacation, or after a big test. Even sometimes on his own birthday.
Sasuke could hear Naruto calling his name, but it seemed to come from far away. He felt himself being shaken thoroughly. Sasuke’s head flopped back and forth. Fighting dizziness and nausea he let himself fall forward. Sasuke could feel warmth coming through Naruto’s shirt. He could hear his racing heartbeat.
The arms that were on his shoulders suddenly warped around his waist. Sasuke suddenly realized that he was being hugged. He lifted his head back up, trying to break out of the embrace, and promptly fainted.
When Sasuke awoke he was looking at a grey stone ceiling. Dreams of warmth and safety he remembered. A soft murmur and hands petting his hair. He closed his eyes and dozed for a bit, trying to recapture the feeling of those dreams.
The feeling of safety didn’t return as reality came crashing down. The warmth however remained. Opening his eyes he looked around the room, it didn’t seem that special. It looked like the room was carved out of the mountain; the walls were uneven and contained gashes here and there.
In the corner of the room, close to the bed stood a table with a few chairs. An extremely familiar yukata was hanging on the back of one of the chair. It was then that Sasuke realized that he was naked. He sat up with the intention of getting his clothes, and promptly laid down again. He shivered. It was extremely cold in the room. He didn’t want to be exposed to the cold again, but he really wanted his clothes. He didn’t like being naked. He stared at his clothes, willing them to come to him. What do to do? What to do?
The door on the far side of the room suddenly opened, bringing a draught of colder air with it. A man that Sasuke recognized as the monk of the temple walked towards the table.
“Ah, you’re awake, Sasuke-chan,” he said his right eye, the only visible part of his face, crinkled. To Sasuke it seemed like he was smiling.
“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled into the blankets. He wasn’t a child or a girl after all. Besides he didn’t know the man, and he was using his first name so familiarly. It wasn’t proper; Sasuke hadn’t given him any permission to use his name.
“Mah, Mah, Sasuke-chan don’t be like that,” the man continued, “I’ve brought you breakfast.” It was official, Sasuke decided, he hated that man.
“Breakfast?” Sasuke asked. How long had he been asleep? It was closer to evening when he arrived at the temple yesterday.
“Yes, breakfast. You slept for about 14 hours. I was considering asking Naruto to kiss you awake. You were like a modern day Sleeping Beauty,” the man chuckled, “I doubt that Naruto would have minded being your Prince Charming. Especially since you are going to be married soon, at least that is what I heard.”
Naruto? Married? The thoughts flickered through his mind, bringing the memories of yesterday with them. He had forgotten, what had happened, when he had been praying at the temple. But now he remembered clearly. He had met Kyuubi, and he had demented for a return for the favours Sasuke had asked. Then the fox said something about being a mate, and then Naruto suddenly arrived. How and when Naruto arrived, was unclear to Sasuke. One second he had Kyuubi in front of him and the next Naruto was there. What had happened? He looked at the man as he placed the food on the table. Maybe he would know…
“Who are you?” Sasuke asked the man.
“Hmmm, I’m Hatake Kakashi, monk of the temple at your service,” he picked up Sasuke’s yukata from the chair and threw it at him, “Now get dressed. You don’t want you food to get cold now would you?”
Kakashi turned around giving Sasuke some privacy while he dressed. Sasuke pulled on the yukata as quickly as he could. He was reluctant to step out from under the covers. Even with his clothes on the room was cold. And the floor didn’t look much warmer. He was going to freeze his toes off as soon as he placed his foot on the ground.
Kakashi seemed to notice, that Sasuke was shivering from the cold and placed a long shawl around his shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I sometimes forget that others find it really cold in here. I’m long since used to it.” The monk fished something from the big pockets from his overcoat and threw this next to Sasuke on the bed, “Here. Put those on. They should be nice and warm.”
Unwrapping the white cotton ball that the man had given him, Sasuke noticed that they were socks. Huge, tick white socks. He quickly put them on, and sighed. Kakashi was right; they were nice and warm. He stepped out of bed, tightened the shawl around his shoulders and pulled out a chair. Breakfast looked delicious. White rice, miso soup, Tamagoyaki and grilled fish. His mouth watered at the sight. He noticed that Kakashi was sitting across from him with an identical looking breakfast in front of him. He sat down and grabbed his chopsticks.
“Itadakimasu,” they both said. Sasuke picked up a piece of omelette with his chopsticks and ate it. He froze and looked down his plate. This was really good! Better even than his mother made them. He quickly ate another piece.
“Good, isn’t it? They are from the South. The Akimichi family runs a restaurant there. It is very popular,” Kakashi said. Sasuke blushed; the monk had noticed that he absolutely loved the food. By Kyuubi that was embarrassing. Speaking about Kyuubi, he really should ask the monk what he knew.
“Naruto…” he started, but before he could finish his sentence Kakashi answered.
“Such a good wife you’ll make, Sasuke-chan. Asking about his future husband all worried,” Kakashi’s eye crinkled again, “Don’t worry. Naruto is out at work. He works in the South, at a ramen stall. Beside a man shouldn’t see his bride before the big day, now should he? It brings bad luck. He’ll be happy you asked for him, though.”
Sasuke sat there stunned. His mouth hung open, displaying a thoroughly chewed piece of what used to be grilled fish. How could someone misunderstand him so? And call him a wife? Who was worried? He wasn’t, that was sure. He glared at the man.
“Kakashi-san,” he began, “I didn’t need to know that. I want to know what Naruto is.”
Kakashi turned serious, all amusement left his eye, “Naruto is Naruto. No more, no less. Why do you ask?”
“There…In the temple something weird happened. Kyuubi was there and suddenly Naruto…” Sasuke sighed. The man probably thought he was insane.
“You mean that Kyuubi suddenly transformed into Naruto?” Sasuke looked at the man. Kakashi still looked serious, so that had to mean that he wasn’t playing a joke on Sasuke. Could it be that it was real? He nodded.
Kakashi sighed, “You really should ask Naruto, I don’t think he would mind if I’ll tell you some of it now. Naruto is the Kyuubi. Or at least part of it. Naruto’s father was a full-blooded fox-demon. He was called Minato, and he protected Konoha, that was when the religion of Kyuubi started. Minato lived here on top of the mountain.
“But Minato was alone. Not in his kind, there were others, but they lived further north. Minato had no intention of moving and leaving this village unprotected. Then one day, he met a human woman in the South of Konoha. They fell in love. She accepted Minato as he was. She knew that he was a full-blooded demon and still loved him.
“Then disaster struck. Minato was killed during a fight in the North of Konoha. The North was, and still in for that matter, quite unruly. The woman, Kushina, was left behind, pregnant with his child. That child she called Naruto. She died when Naruto was seven years old.”
“So Naruto is a fox-demon,” Sasuke asked wide-eyed.
Kakashi nodded, “Yes, he is a half-blooded fox-demon. Kind of like a magical creature if you think about it.”
Sasuke just sat there. He didn’t know what to think anymore. Naruto was a
fox-demon. Naruto was some kind of magical creature. And Naruto who was so powerful, that he could get someone powerful too, chose Sasuke to be married to.
Kakashi stood up, picked up his empty bowls and walked towards the door, “Don’t worry about your fox. The vet took a look at him and he is okay. His paw is just a little sprained. He should be okay in about a few days.”
The monk closed the door behind him, leaving Sasuke to his thoughts.
(For those who don’t know Tamagoyaki is rolled omelette.)