Once a Wizard, Always a Shinobi Ch 12
Rating:: M (to be safe)
Warnings:: Slash/shounen ai (maybe YAOI), Het, blood and stuff, non-con (though I'll warn you so you can skip), mentions of underage (I guess) HarryOC (OC dies so don’t get in a twist) ShuraHaku (yes, he WILL be a HE)
Diclaimer:: So I says to her, I says. "You gots a problem wit me stealin' yer characters?" An' she says "I'll sue you!"
Note:: Okay...a longer one for havign posted a cliffie. Also, BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT LAST PART COMING!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Go and read the one-shot that is now up! There will be a series of them for those of you who don't know yet. The first is KoishiShino and it makes me giggle. ENJOY LOYAL FOLLOWERS OF THE KING!!
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Koishi lay on the ground, neck slit. Uchiha Itachi, an Anbu that had graduated when Shura entered the academy was hunched over his head. The Inuzuka couldn’t see his face, but tears were slowly diluting the small splatters of blood and snow. “U-Uchiha-san?”
The man flinched at the quiet question and Shura was in to much shock to care that his voice had sounded every bit like the child he was. Eyes a lighter red than his beloveds raised and Shura was frozen at the sight of the blood on Itachi’s own face. A hesitant sniff at the air made him fall to his knees “Inuzuka-san…” there was no enemy scent. Only Koishi, Itachi, and Doku.
The Anbu stood as Shura’s breath began to come in short gasps. He’d had friends die, had been helpless to change anything as he watched them perish. Why couldn’t he think? Air, he needed air! Shura was leaning forward on his hands now and the wind was starting to whip around the clearing they’d been using as a camp.
“Inuzuka-san, I didn’t mean…he startled me when I was running and…” Itachi trailed off as he watched the leader of the Inuzuka clan break down. Pain, sorrow, and a multitude of other regretful emotions swirled in deadly red eyes while Shura stared unseeingly at the ground. “Shurachi-buchou…” The pain became to much. Hearing his nickname said by the same man that had just killed his lover forced everything to the front.
A desperate keen erupted from the fourteen year olds throat “No, NO! He’s not d-dead! He’s not!” A sob tore at Shura’s throat, but he didn’t care. Koishi was-”HE CAN’T! Uchiha…why…? Gods, please! Why, how could he be dead?” Itachi looked away from the desperate eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at the devastated expression.
Ignoring the wind, Itachi picked Koishi’s body up and brought it over to Shura. He settled the bloody corpse before Shurachi with the head resting on the Inuzuka’s lap. He crouched beside the keening youth and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear “I’m sorry Shurachi-san. No one was supposed to be hurt besides my family.” A memory of his younger brother kissing his cheek when he thought Itachi had been sad surfaced and the Uchiha pressed a quick, bloody peck to Shura’s cheek.
Doku was circling them, growling low in his throat, but he let Itachi pass when the man went to escape. His human couldn’t take another death right now, not even one in revenge. Besides, Mira was coming with his human and some others. Doku’s human would be taken care of soon and then they could get revenge for the one who smelled of grass and sun.
Shura was nearly catatonic when his uncle arrived on the scene. The man moved immediately to his nephew, or as the others of his pack knew the teen, Alpha. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Shura’s fingers were threading through the blood rough hair of the corpse in his lap and was hardly aware that anyone had shown up at all.
A quick glance at his Anbu captain gave him permission to stay behind as the other two followed the three other dogs tracking Itachi’s scent. He wrapped his arms around Shura’s shoulders and the boy shuddered “Ano, Kunimitsu-oji? He said to me, right before I left to perform my mission, that if something happened to him I was to stay here and take care of everyone.”
Tears began to well in the darkened eyes “Is it wrong for me to want to break my promise?” He was so drained that the wind couldn’t even build up the strength to do more than ruffle their hair and lift a few snowflakes. The clearing was destroyed already by Shura’s grief, though his uncle supposed it was the work of Itachi.
Closing sad brown eyes, Kunimitsu held the youth tighter “No kashira, it isn’t wrong of you to want that. Few know the agony of losing one so precious as the mate of an Inuzuka. We would not hold it against you if you followed him into the next world.” Shura’s lips turned up in the barest of smiles.
Moving back from his uncle and dead lover the teen stood up “Aa, thank you Kunimitsu-oji. I promised him though, and Inuzuka never go back on their word. Besides, little Kiba would be sad if I didn’t come back to save him from mean Hana-neechan.” He chuckled and the sound made Kunimitsu flinch behind his Anbu mask. “You’d better hurry if you’re going to catch up to your squad Oji. I’ll take care of things here.”
Kunimitsu hesitated for a split second before dashing off with Mira on his heals. Shura stared into the sky for several long minutes before collecting the scattered gear. He packed it all up tightly and slipped Koishi’s share onto Doku. The dog walked around the clearing to get used to the feel of it while Shura settled his pack so it was on his stomach.
Heaving Koishi onto his back, he tied the feet and legs around himself and leapt into the trees. When he arrived in the village a pair of jounin took Koishi from him. He let his blood soaked hair hide his face from the two the entire time and dashed off once he’d been relieved of the body.
Neither of them tried to stop him as the entire jounin division knew exactly what this final mission had meant to the two. Shura ignored any calls he got from shinobi that could see him as he blurred across the rooftops. Dropping down in front of a small house he pulled a key from under one of the potted plants and went in.
Immediately he was assaulted by the scent of sex and the quiet cries of the two engaging in it. He quirked a bitter smile and settled to wait for them on the couch. He’d wanted to talk with his old teammate, but if Mitsuo was busy he could wait for her. Besides, from the sound of it they were almost done anyway. “Ah!” Shura only had to wait ten minutes before the blond was padding down the hall in nothing but a shirt.
Mitsuo froze at the sight of the shinobi on her couch and the bitter smile stretched into an unhinged grin. “B-buchou!”
Warm arms slid around her waist “Heh, why doesn’t this surprise me? I think I should be in shock right now, but I can’t seem to muster up the energy for it.” Doku whined softly “So my kunoichi teammate is actually a boy eh? And our kichigai jimita sensei is his boyfriend. Oi Doku, I think maybe Iruka would have been the better choice, even if he is an idiot.”
Shura went to get up, but Mitsuo was already there to stop him. Somehow she’d, or rather he’d, gotten a blanket around his lower half. Concerned blue eyes turned on the dead looking shinobi. “Buchou, what happened to you? Why are you covered in blood and how come you’re back so soon?”
Someone cleared their throat and Mitsuo looked behind himself at Hasunuma “Let him clean up a bit Mitsuo. He’ll feel more human and it’ll be easier for him to explain if he isn’t still stuck in shinobi mode.” The grin stretched impossibly wide before breaking for harsh laughter.
“Shinobi mode? No my friend, this isn’t shinobi mode. Saa, my mate is gone.” Slightly hysterical laughter bubble out of his throat. “You might not think it so bad, Kuchiki-san is gone off to the place of weird smells with his wife, no?” The grin faded somewhat “I can’t trade out so easily though. He’s been my mate since I got here, my protector. Now I’m alone and my pup is going to start worrying for me when he finds out.”
All the energy seemed to leave Shura in a giant rush. His face blanked, his body slumped, and he look about ready to pass out. Mitsuo caught him as he slumped forward with a little broken sound “I think you need a shower, Buchou. After that some warm food and a soft futon.” He placed the younger shinobi in Hasunuma’s arms “See if he’ll wash himself for me please? I’ll make us something to eat and get out the spare futon.”
Neither man protested and just went down the hall to the bathroom. Shura blinked slowly as a bright light was flicked on “Sensei?” the older male hummed in response “I’m glad you have Mitsuo-chan. He’s a very caring person, even after I’ve found out his secret.”
Hasunuma couldn’t keep a smile off his face as he drew the water for a bath. “Mitsu-chan could care less if you knew about it. He was planning on telling you and Iruka once you’d become a jounin anyway.” The smile became warmer “And I’m glad I have him too. I think I would have accidentally destroyed myself after Byakuya told me he’d gotten married and was leaving the next day if I didn‘t. That guy has always been such a jerk.”
Shura stood as his clothing was removed then stepped into the bath. He let his hair sit out of the tub on the floor. At his old sensei’s questioning look he sighed tiredly “It won’t clean up very well unless I take a shower, but I’m to tired to deal with that right now. I’ll just put it in a bun and wash it later.” Now Hasunuma was a little worried. Inuzuka Shurachi was not a vain person, but he couldn’t stand his luscious hair being in anything other than perfect condition.
Leaving the teen to himself, Hasunuma followed his nose to the kitchen. Mitsuo was leaning against the counter with a hand over his face. He could just barely see the futon set up in the living room as he approached the stressed chûnin. “Mitsu-koi?” The quiet question brought the hand down and salty tears were revealed to Hasunuma.
“Hasu-kun, I’ve never…Buchou has never been so broken before. After his mother died he was very much like this. Losing his mind, pushing us away. He learned the Bloody Death Leaf because it could kill an opponent of any size so long as there was enough foliage around, you know. Iruka-kun and I watched him target small packs of cow blood for hours so he could protect his family if something like that ever happened again. He never acted this defeated though.”
Silence for a few seconds as Mitsuo stirred whatever was in the pot “Aburame-san was his lover wasn’t he?” The question was unexpected. Hasunuma nodded “I wish he hadn’t been. When Shura was first adopted into the Inuzuka clan Koishi-kun became his first friend. Buchou has told me that he doesn’t remember much before coming here, just terror and a fervent wish to escape.
“Koishi-kun is one of the people he can remember being around since the very beginning. He’s the only one that stayed around after Buchou’s mother died. Everyone else dove into work or distanced themselves from him. He must feel so alone right now.” Mitsuo jumped as a little timer beeped and then turned off the heat. He stirred whatever it was for a few more seconds before covering the pot and moving to the living room.
Hasunuma felt himself sigh as he caught sight of the other futon “So we’re sleeping out here with him?” Mitsuo gave him a pleading look and Hasunuma flopped down on the couch “I suppose that’s alright with me then. I just hope you don’t mind me leaving you first in the morning, wouldn’t want the poor guy to be more traumatized by me trying to ravish you.”
Pink spread over Mitsuo’s face. Before Hasunuma could cause him more embarrassment he went to his room and got a pair of pajamas. A knock on the bathroom door brought him permission to enter and he only squeaked a little at the sight of his old teammate lounging naked in a tub. It really was a magnificent thing, even with the blood matted hair.
“I, ano, I brought you some clothes Buchou. You’re about the same size as me so they should fit you.” The blush deepened and Shura noted with a detached interest that the scent of arousal had thickened as well. It was still overpowered by the scent of sex, but at least this was more common for his poor nose.
Sighing as he drained the tub for the second time, Shura reached behind himself and began to twist his hair. “Could you please dig a black cloth and large red bandanna out of my pants Mitsuo-chan? Just leave them on the sink there, thank you.” A flustered Mitsuo was fun, but he didn’t want to cause any more stress than he already had.
The blond soon retreated from the bathroom to go back to Hasunuma. The elder man grinned slightly as he saw the red face of his lover “Quite the sight, ne?” Mitsuo’s blush deepened and Hasunuma tugged him down to sit on his lap. “Don’t worry, Shura’s always been an object of lust for anyone who sees him naked. I’ve been to the bath house with him before and even the straight guys there had trouble keeping their eyes off of him.”
This did little to ease poor Mitsuo and his blood pressure wasn’t at all helped as Shura came out with his hair trapped in the red bandanna and the black cloth tied over his nose and mouth. Hasunuma seemed to tense up under him “I completely forgot.” The words were breathed in absolute mortification. Mitsuo turned curious eyes on his stricken lover “Shurachi can smell everything we’ve done since this morning in here!”
Shura quirked a small grin behind his cloth “Actually Hasunuma-kun, I can smell everything you two have done since last week. You really do have a lot of stamina to be doing that so many times a day.” Mitsuo groaned, hiding his face in Hasunuma’s neck.
That night Shura had nightmares. It wasn’t anything new as he’d always had nightmares, but this time it wasn’t people he didn’t know being slaughtered or people long dead crying out for help. No, this time Koishi stared at him angrily from the ground, a gash in his neck. Nothing was said, but the accusing glare was all that was needed for silent tears to soak Shura’s pillow.
He didn’t really thrash in his nightmares anymore so none knew of the horrible night he’d had. Doku didn’t count as the dog had always known about his terrible dreams. The remainder of his mission time was spent hiding from the world in Mitsuo’s apartment. The only time he left was to hand over the scroll he’d been sent to retrieve and to give his mission report.
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