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Summary: A forgotten past, a long-time promise and a blooming forbidden romance. Uchiha Sasuke is a known royal Prince, younger brother of King Itachi, and a person who met Uzumaki Naruto, a slave.

Pairings: SasuNaru

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Rated: M

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Prince and Slave

By: Kaida Matsuki

Rain continuously poured down the lifeless bodies as feathers scattered under the splash of blood, making the once pristine into the color of crimson. One small figure was trembling under the storm, crying from witnessing the massacre and war of his beloved fellowmen.

The small boy was kneeling as his bright yellow hair was soaked wet. His tanned features were streaked with visible stress and agony on such upon angelic face. His sapphire eyes became dull by his never-ending tears falling down… Making him look so fragile, so vulnerable, so… pitiful.

The small boy saw some movement within his peripheral view, and like the speed of lightning, he drew his knife and focused his eyes dangerously at the person before him.

"Who are you? Are you an enemy?"

The man reached for the young boy's weapon but found it a difficult task when the said boy almost slashed him.

"Answer me!" He cried hysterically, refusing to relent.

"Naruto…"

The young boy's eyes grew wide as he stood up, dropping the knife unconsciously at the sound of his name cross unfamiliar pair of lips. Then he saw the stranger's lips pull up into a dangerous grin.

It was dark. Rain clouds gathered above the magnificent castle. A shady group of people were approaching at the farther back of this huge household. They came, dragging people with chains and blindfolds, people who were only known as… slaves.

"How much does one cost?" The man asked.

"Three gold coins but for silver, it'll costs twelve pieces for one slave, my good sir." The merchandiser answered. His eyes were gleaming at the sight of gold and silvers that the man took out, presenting it to him before returning it to a small brown pouch.

"Here." He tossed the sack of coins to the merchant as payment. "Now, give me a slave."

An old man appeared out of the cart pushing five different types of slave in chains, ragged clothing and blindfolds. Three of those slaves were female; while the remaining two were male.

"See anything you like?" He asked like a person asking how the weather was.

The man in cloak surveyed them, walking past them one by one. Until he stopped in front of a young man, his physical appearance was hidden in rags, but it was apparent that the young man had a rare color of blond for his hair and had a fit body — Good enough for strenuous works of a laborer but not enough to carry too much weight.

"Him. I want him." He answered, pointing at the unlucky fellow.

"Good choice, fine sir." The greedy merchandiser praised. The old merchandiser sold the blond-haired boy and then left the place with no backward glance.

Soon after they left, the man in cloak pushed the slave, dragging him to go to the direction he couldn't even see.

The slave, since he can't see, tripped thrice outside and inside the castle and slid once, almost knocking a precious vase during the process inside the castle. After this, the man in cloak muttered something obscene, before dragging the slave around the gigantic hallways, not at all bothering to remove the blindfold.

"Wh-Where are you taking me?" The young slave asked, anxiety rang in his voice.

"You're going to be assigned but first you must be presented to the second Prince, since the King isn't around to make the approval."

They walked steadily, the only noise heard was the chains on the slave's wrist. It felt like an eternity before the man spoke again, and this time, announcing of their arrival.

"We're here." He whispered; then a sound of door knocks echoed around the empty hall. It was soon followed by a deep and smooth voice that said,

"Enter."

They entered the dark room. The man in cloak lifted his hood and removed the chains bounding the slave's wrist together. He pushed the slave to the floor, making him kneel. After doing this task, bowed before the significant figure who was facing the window. "My Prince, I have bought a slave due to the loss of the former one. Sorry to bother you at this late hour but I ask of you to assign his task."

"Leave the room." He said, his back still facing the man who had just entered.

"But my Prince —"

"I said leave!"

The man flinched at the abrupt order. Hurrying to fulfill the Prince's command, he started to drag the slave out the room, but was not successful in moving him out when he was halted.

"Leave him." The prince said with great impatience at the man's incompetence.

"Y-Yes, my lord." He left the room with great haste; closing the door immediately, leaving the Prince and, the still kneeling, the blindfolded slave alone.

The second Prince finally turned around but was not prepared to see the sight before him. His eyes met with incredibly bright yellow hair. It was similar to finding the sun inside his cold, dark room.

He stopped with his fancy musings, rubbed the bridge of his nose and berated himself of his queer thoughts of the slave. That used to never happen before.

He only then noticed that the slave was shivering. A great urge to hug the blond boy came through him like a tidal wave of water, but instead he went near the fire place and started the fire — Making himself move away from the blond and immediately excusing his follow-up urge as the result of his tired and sleep-deprived body.

When he was sure that his raging urges finally settled, he broke the seemingly unending silence inside the room.

"Rise." He ordered the young man before him and not once left his sight of the blond-haired slave.

The slave did as he was told to do and arose.

"Now, take off your blindfold."

The slave flinched like some unknown force slapped him when the order was out of the prince's mouth.

"B-But… Majesty, y-you don't understand. If I remove this, you'll–"

"I said remove it, didn't I?" He commanded curtly.

The blond-haired slave flinched once again and slowly raised his arms to reach the back of his head to untie the knot that held the blindfold in place. After the ragged blindfold fell to the floor softly, in its stead was a pair of eyes… closed tightly.

Irritation and impatience came over the Prince as soon as he saw the stubbornness of the new slave.

"Do as you're ordered, slave."

Even though he can't see the second Prince's reaction, he can tell from the voice that the Prince was extremely angered by his action. In reaction to this, he hid half of his face using his front part of his blond hair and thus, hiding his eyes once again.

The Prince was beyond anger now, "Open your eyes and show me your face. Now."

The slave who was hiding his eyes, said indignantly, "My prince, y-you wouldn't want to see m-my eyes, lest, my face!"

The prince paid no heed to the young man's words. "Show me."

The demanding Prince won't be appeased until he got what he wanted.

The young blond slowly raised his head, quivering, but only to be dumb-struck at the sight before him. The dark figure looming before him stood like a dark angel. His gorgeous hair jet-black, his onyx eyes had a sinking and hypnotizing effect as his complexion's a perfect porcelain color and lastly, he was absolutely huge that it overwhelmed him.

The figure below him was… Incredibly beautiful. Actually beautiful wasn't even sufficient to describe the image in front of him. All the dark-haired Prince could only think of was the angel looking at him with the most enchanting pair of blue eyes. Adding to this feat was his bright blond hair that framed his tanned face adoringly and six whisker-like marks on the blond's cheeks. And lastly, the Prince noted that that the young lad has a firm but petite figure of a woman's; that realization made the prince's body surge with a heating desire.

The second Prince looked away when he noticed himself staring too long for comfort. Hiding his weird actions, he immediately asked the slave a question to cover his mistake. "What is your name?"

The blond-haired man snapped out of his daze and looked up at the man. "N-Naruto, s-second Prince."

'Naruto.' The dark-haired man repeated the name in his mind, loving the nice ring on the name and the bell-like voice that came with it.

The sound of a knock interrupted the Prince's thoughts abruptly.

"Enter."

A tall gray-haired man came in, his face half-hidden with a mask.

"What do you want, Kakashi?"

The man smiled at the irritation that was evident in the prince's voice.

"I am to take the slave to the assigned area, your majesty." His eyes shone merrily at the Prince, before giving a smile at Naruto who, in return, smiled back shyly.

And effectively making the Prince mad.

"No. Naruto's staying with me. He'll be my personal slave from now on." He announced while moving forward to block the gray-haired man's view of Naruto, purposely.

"Naruto, huh…" Kakashi said ponderously to himself. "Very well, my good Prince, do as you please."

The figure bowed before the dark-haired Prince and then left. Silence fell again in the room, making it hard for both of them to start what they had already begun before they were interrupted.

Naruto decided to be the first to break it though. "Umm…My Prince —"

"Sasuke. Call me Sasuke."

Naruto became aghast and bewildered at such command, starting to deny the prince's command by shaking his head in denial. "B-But, your majesty, I can't call you in that manner it's-it's not proper!"

"Then call me 'prince' when we're in front of an audience or outside…"

Naruto visibly relaxed and was thinking that the prince was very considerate but his pleasant thoughts were jarred by the dark-haired Prince's next few words.

"But once inside the chamber, I demand that you call me 'Sasuke'. Is that clear?"

'Okay, I changed my view on him, he's not considerate and he's very demanding.' Naruto thought to himself, feeling a little faint from his sudden change of mood, all thanks to a certain Prince.

Sasuke was looking at Naruto's face and saw him nod in surrender to his command, resulting that he smirked with triumph. He strode towards the blond, taking notice of how the slave was acutely small in comparison to his height, jut below his chin.

Naruto was shaking in anxiety, not knowing what made the Prince go near him. "Second Prin— I mean, Sasuke." He whispered shyly, making Sasuke shiver in delight as his name was caressed by that sweet wonderful voice.

"Yes, Naruto?" His velvety smooth voice reached the blond's delicate ears, making the blond's face flame up by the informality and also feel like melting under the heated gaze that the Uchiha was giving him.

"A-Ano—"

A loud frightening thunder suddenly filled the silent room, followed by a bright blinding lightning that occupied the dark spaces for mere seconds, but even though it was only an instance, he managed to catch a glimpse of the frightened expression on the blond's face before it hid itself under the safety of his bangs of hair.

Sasuke reached out hesitantly, never the one who comforted people.

As he was reaching out, his hand was clutched like a lifeline from the blond's hands, his small figure shivering and flinched pronouncedly when another lightning came followed by the deafening thunder .

Sasuke's body started to heat up considerably, feeling his lust for the blond grow as he examined the boy's most vulnerable moment, loving the way the blond held his hand tightly to his chest.

Naruto was still stiff as a board when the next thunder came, along with the loud droplets of water that fell on the castle grounds.

Sasuke drew his face near the blond's ears and said in an authority-like tone, "Close your ears and shut your eyes. Tight."

[A/N: Well, hope you like it so far! ^_^ Reviews Please!]