Hello Simply Hopeless here with a new story for you. This is actually a gift fic I did for IvvyMoon a while ago that I posted on one site and due to it's great success I have decided to test if it gets a good response here. I do not own Naruto, I still hope Ivvy Moon enjoys it and if this story gets a good response I'll continue to post more chapters.

The quote below really seemed to resonate with the story and is from Rihanna's new song 'Russian Roulette'. Oh and fan art would be loved also! XP

Demons Have the Most Fun: A Cautionary Tale

'And you can see my heart beating/

You can see it through my chest/

And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving/

Know that I must pass this test/

So just pull the trigger…'

~Russian Roulette by Rihanna

Prologue: Never Do a Prologue with a Demon

It's strange how when you think you are about to die things become that much clearer. The loud thumping sound of your heart whooshing in your ears is never quite overshadowed by the whispered words of your killer. They are just that much more intimate and intimidating as your attacker draws that much closer to your retreating form.

The faint taste of warm, metallic blood is dually noted and categorized mere seconds after you've bitten your tongue. While the stinging caress of fangs sinking into you almost feels like a warm embrace. Even your soft gasp of surprise could be considered more like a lover's cry for more as you find yourself clutching onto his arms moments before your legs buckle under you.

Yes, right between the paralyzing fear and the inevitable coldness of death there is a moment's clarity through the kaleidoscope of emotions. That Sasuke should experience such intense feelings so young while pressed against the hard, hot form of a naked demon would have to be forgotten for now. Better it were to regress just a bit to just how the ten year old boy fell into this predicament in the first place.

A FEW MINUTES AGO

It seemed almost impossible to believe that there was a moment where Sasuke Uchiha hadn't anticipated receiving his very own 'GuardianAngel'. He had prepared for this moment almost since the day he could take his first wobbly footsteps. Every Uchiha he knew that was worth their salt had one. His Aniki had one and now, finally, was his turn at the tender age of ten.

Sasuke was not foolish like the other citizens of Konoha to believe that a GuardianAngel was some celestial entity with feathered wings and a halo that watched and protected him from heaven. That was just the garbage that the government sprouted to the general public whenever they saw the presence of their Guardians at their side. More like these so-called Angels were wolves in sheep's clothing; demons that would rather rip and tear apart their ward rather than protect them and honor their contract.

Demons, simply put, weren't born… they were made. Created from all the malice, fear, greed, lust and hunger in the world, these creatures desired to cause the same. When they could, they would find holes and cracks in the wall that protected and separated our world from theirs and would go out disguised as humans to create wars and famines.

What Sasuke wanted to be was the person that stopped these things from happening. A Demon Wielder and/or Summoner is an individual with enough spiritual energy to control one of these demons. They summon and form a contract with the mean-spirited creatures so that in exchange for them coming to the human world and living off their Summoner's spiritual energy, the demon wielder has a Guardian to protect, fight and serve them. With their Guardian at their side they were almost guaranteed a high paying position in society as the protectors of their world and that's what Sasuke desired.

He wanted to prove his worth to his family and the teachers that had gathered here today for his demon summoning. This was a graduation of sorts into a world and society where everything seemed possible and all doors seemed to be open. So when the raven-haired child had uttered the last words to the summoning ceremony that had plunged his world into complete, suffocating darkness, he felt his heart plummet to his shoes.

All those people that had gathered to witness the turning point in his life, his mother, his father, his instructors and his Aniki, would now witness the few seconds before his untimely demise; that is if somehow their sight could pierce through the oppressing black that surrounded him.

Slowly the Uchiha retreated backwards, blindly seeking the edge of the inky, black abyss with his small fingertips. He would rip the darkness to shreds if he could so that he may breathe that more easily but something held him back. Sasuke knew that if he ran away from whatever he had just summoned then there was no going back. You could only receive one demon in your lifetime and if he left the circle without binding that creature to him and his services then he risked losing any future that he had been nearly guaranteed.

'What did I do wrong? What did I do?' Sasuke paused in his retreat and closed his eyes to gather his bearings.

'I drew the summoning circle correctly… Spent hours practicing last night and took my time now,' the child thought trying in vain to fight past his blinding fear and panic. 'I even said my words slowly so as… so as not to mess them up. So what! Kami, what could I have done wrong?'

Fingers, that were now clammy and cold, sank into his hair in frustration, ready to yank at the coal black strands even as he trembled like a small, autumn leaf in the wind. His eyes began to itch and burn with unshed tears while he tried to calm his racing heart. Sasuke's foot even prepared itself to stomp down in frustration even as his malfunctioning brain tried to find a solution before it ultimately crashed and rebooted itself. So when he heard the sudden noise in the otherwise deafening silence he froze.

A chuckle, husky, dark, rich and sultry pierced through the oppressing atmosphere. It felt like the heart wrenching wail of children, the screams of terrified women before they died and the panic, tear-choked pleas for mercy all rolled up in one.

Icy fingers seem to slide playfully down his spine at that chuckle. The invisible digits caressed each protruding bump on the small Uchiha's spine so that the hair on his nape stood at attention.

'What the…'

"Little human… Why have you summoned me? I was having such a peaceful nap," chided a silky smooth voice somewhere within the darkness. This time the voice seemed to carry with it the undertones of a thousand yawns and the strange comfort of being wrapped in a soft, thick blanket on a cold, winter's night.

Sasuke tried to force himself to breathe; his lungs demanded and begged it of him. 'Wh… why did I summon him?' the raven tried to think, furrowing his brow thoughtfully.

For the briefest of moments he remembered his rival walking down the hallway of their school in the exclusive white uniform with blue trim of a Summoner. The Uchiha remembered how any snide remark he had for the brunette was swallowed quickly in grudging admiration and jealousy as the crowd of drab gray uniforms parted for Neji in his new uniform. He remembered how spellbound the masses were even after the Hyuga left; how he could say nothing as Neji gave a brief, dismissive glance towards him and his own gray school uniform consequently making him feel shamefaced and angered.

He wanted that. Thatuniform, the respect that came with it… everything. It wasn't as noble as wanting to protect the world from evil fiends. Sure he wanted to do that too… but he wanted thismore. He wanted to have a demon trailing behind him too like a protective shadow dressed in an all black uniform with red trim that would compliment his own pristine, white uniform.

But reality was determined to crash over him, revealing how childish, selfish and frightened Sasuke's heart truly was right now. It hammered so quickly in his small chest that he was afraid it'd bash itself into a million pulpy pieces before he could fully untangle his thoughts.

"I… I you are supposed to be my…. My…" The Uchiha stumbled out, slowly retreating backwards again even as he instinctively tried to make himself smaller by shrinking in on himself.

"Your what? Your slave? Your servant? Your faithful lapdog that trails happily behind you, ready to lick your boots, if it pleases you?" The alluring voice asked in obvious scorn and anger although somehow there was a hint of amusement mixed in there too.

Sasuke didn't know what to feel; didn't know what to say but could feel the blistering heat of the demon's words as if a lightless sun was pressed so close to his cheek that he felt faint from heat exhaustion. The textbooks at his Academy never seemed to have actually dealt with the demon's possible disdain and resistance to such bondage. They weren't human. They didn't feel the same things that humans felt so 'why should Demon Wielders seriously take them into consideration?'

Sasuke honestly felt that demons would be more than willing to make the pact if only to escape the desolate world they lived in. So why was his fiend being so difficult?

The child narrowed his eyes at the darkness, his chin stuck up defiantly in the air as he tried to channel his Aniki. Sasuke knew that Itachi wouldn't let some insolent imp, whoever he may be, try to browbeat him into giving up. Rather he would square up his shoulders like he was doing right now and demand the demon respect and acknowledge him as his true master. "You are what I want you to be," Sasuke said haughtily, voice trembling just slightly.

"You know those are brave words for such a little thing," the fiend replied with a soft chuckle. It seemed that the powerful entity approved of the little ones boldness before he slammed that theory to hell with words that felt like small daggers slicing at his small frame. "Icouldcrushyousoeasilyforthat!"

Sasuke whirled around so quickly that he nearly tripped over himself as he heard the words so close to him it felt as if the thing taunting him was whispering it directly into his ear. His small mouth contorted to let out a protest that was soon superseded by the gasp of awe at the creature that suddenly materialized from the darkness.

The nightmarish creature didn't look anything like Kisame or some of the other demons that he was privy to see in their true forms. (1) In fact the pompous demon standing in front of him looked incredibly angelic and godlike despite a few things that obviously screamed evil, bloodthirsty spirit determined-to-eat-your-soul. The powerful being was… how could the child possibly describe it in words that wouldn't somehow fall short?

The demon seemed untamed and sophisticated all at once. Temptation embodied standing their naked, sinewy and unabashed. He had a gorgeous mane of blonde hair with red lowlights that made his locks look as if they were softly blazing from within.

The strands that weren't pulled up into a high ponytail spilt down his back and over his brawny shoulders like wildfire nearly obscuring his yummy golden-brown flesh. Penetrating amber eyes, with a thin band of red around the outside of them, stared down at the small man child sizing him up while almost pouty lips curled up into a cruel smirk.

It was obvious that the fallen creature was humoring the boy by finally making an appearance in the chaotic abyss he had created. The bark of laughter that eventually fell from his sinful lips felt like the harsh smack of a tidal wave crashing down over the unsuspecting Uchiha.

Sasuke knew that that same laughter stemmed from the blush of embarrassment that colored his own cheeks. It irritated the raven haired boy more than a little bit that the gorgeous demon in front of him made him gawk and blush like a damn school girl in the first place. So before the innocent child could be further corrupted and/or humiliated by letting his eyes dip below the demon's navel the Uchiha shyly averted his gaze and cleared his throat.

"Why did you c… come if you didn't want me to have you," Sasuke asked bitterly. Or that would have been what he would have said if his tongue didn't feel like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

He could only stand there and watch the demon before him take him in just as he had done a few seconds ago. But it felt more like the demon was sizing him up, measuring his appeal and trying to determine whether he was worthy of being his master. So Sasuke instinctively lifted up his chin a bit higher and stood a little straighter for the demon; he vaguely noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the way the corners of the fiend's lips twitched upwards a bit in amusement.

Soon afterwards Sasuke could feel the mood lightening a bit and almost thought that he could relax. He even discovered to his own surprise and bemusement that he had held his breath while the demon appraised him. But just as he allowed his shoulders to settle down to their proper positions and right before he remembered his purpose in the summoning circle, the demon in question threw him for a loop.

"You are such a delicious looking child…"

The words rang in his ears deafeningly loud like church bells letting out a melodious booming sound. His blood was chilled instantly and he felt, to his dismay, that his feet seemed rooted to the ground. Sasuke slowly looked up at the beautifully cruel creature with wide, frighten gray as the demon started to converge on him like an angry storm cloud, licking his delectable lips.

"You wouldn't mind if I have just one bite, now would you?" the demon murmured even as he caressed a pale, baby smooth cheek.

You see, the demonic creature had held back his desires for as long as he could but the attractive child was oh so tempting. The way he blushed in embarrassment, the way his gray orbs darkened and smoldered when angered. Even the way he seemed to quiver on the spot even at the lightest of touches or no touches at all seemed to draw in the dark being.

He wanted to corrupt this child so badly that it was all he could think about or want since being summoned. So before the little one could let out a squeak of protest or try to escape he sank his fangs into the juncture of his neck and let out a sigh of contentment.

'Now this… this was heaven…'

Strong arms coiled confidently around the small, frozen form even as he bowed over the child nearly folding him in half in the process. He wanted to consume and savor everything about this child. Feel every frightened, jerky beat of his heart as he hummed his own satisfaction. Luxuriate and bask in the way the small human clung to him, despite his mounting fear, as if the demon was his everything and all.

Yes he was the alpha and the omega. And this child… this child was his… 'Would be his,' he amended.

He sipped gingerly at the salty, warm blood before he greedily sifted through the child's hopes and dreams. Attached as he was to the child the golden haired fiend was able to hack into the child's memories.

'Sasuke-kun…' the name floated to the surface like a fragile air bubble in mere seconds. It was carried on the same breath as an exaggerated sigh and in that instant the demon knew that that was the child's name.

'Sa-su-ke-kun,' he tasted the word on his tongue for a moment, savoring the sound of it. 'It fit the child somehow,' the evil spirit thought even as he continued to sift and walk through the memories.

"So now what is my new name little one?" murmured the demon against the small human's neck, "If you don't want me to kill you right now then you'll name me and quickly too."

WITH ITACHI, A FEW MINUTES EARLIER

They were all there. His father Fugaku, his mother Mikoto, himself and his demon Kisame had dressed appropriately for his little brother's summoning ceremony. Their petite mother had personally ironed and pressed the clothes that they were wearing now as if afraid that somehow one of the servants would somehow botch it up. As if any of the well selected staff would do such a thing, but admittedly they did lacked his mother's fine touches.

The woman in question was standing to the right side of him, clutching his arm and waving occasionally to her smallest child with her other hand. She beamed like a proud mother hen, her head resting just below Itachi's shoulder, as Sasuke took his first real steps into manhood. At that thought Mikoto would briefly glance downward at her purse that housed a camera. She was fairly disappointed that she couldn't take a picture of the ceremony before she'd perk up and mention something to her distracted husband then give Itachi's arm another friendly squeeze and pat.

He vaguely remembered his GuardianKisame (2), who stood to his left, compare his mother to a magpie the way she happily chattered as if having not a care in the world as she flitted to one thing or another. It made a ghost of a smile touch his lips briefly as he remembered his stoic companion sitting patiently with his mother in the kitchen as she chattered about her day. The fact that his mother seemed so small when compared to him and his own 5'8 inches was made even more painfully obvious when his imposing demon seemed to dwarf the human woman at a staggering 6'4.

But even despite their undeniable height differences and their orientations, they seemed to fit into that domestic scene. Kisame would wrap his long legs around the kitchen stool's legs, nodding his dark head appropriately to whatever Mikoto was saying before making an astute comment. Then after all things were said and done and the conversation lulled a bit he would briefly sip at a warm cup of Chai before asking a follow up question that would have the dark haired beauty going off on another tangent. It amused more than annoyed the demon how much the woman was willing to talk about anything and everything and Itachi especially seemed to appreciate the loving attention given.

He knew that his mother didn't need to putter around the kitchen baking and cooking homemade things or traverse her vast gardens with a pair of clipping shears when they had ample staff but it did his heart good to see it. It showed that despite the riches around her that she was still a person who liked to work with her hands and create a home worth coming to. The only person she was willing to help assist her was Kisame despite the numerous offers by the awaiting staff.

When the demon wasn't with his master Itachi and/or seeing to his needs the gentle giant could be seen trailing behind Itachi's mother like a second Guardian. (3) Many times he was spotted in the gardens with his small mother, taming back the foliage and bringing back armfuls of freshly cut flowers to replenish the crystal vases. Kisame even seemed to have no qualms about rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, exposing strong, sinewy caramel arms, in order to help in the kitchen.

Sometimes Itachi would watch from the doorway as his roguishly handsome demon kneaded the floury dough with long, capable fingers while his mother was off picking more ingredients from the garden. The tall, Mediterranean looking man would give the floury substance as much attention and patience as he would any task taken on by himself. His pitch black eyes narrowed in concentration before they'd dart upward; a noble brow rose in question by his master's presence. Then just as suddenly deep grooves in the side of his cheeks would appear with a knowing smirk as he'd dust large, floury hands off on his dress slacks.

With long, confident strides that belied his true strength, Kisame would easily close the distance between him and his master. Itachi could easily remember how those burning obsidian orbs would peer hungrily down at him, not missing anything. He'd then silently wrap capable arms around his narrow waist and draw his pale master towards him. Callous fingers teasingly tracing the full bottom of his lip before Kisame would—

'Everything was going perfectly.' Itachi forced himself to think, cheeks slightly flushed.

He didn't think it appropriate to let his thoughts travel to such an intimate moment in his private life when he could feel his jaw tightening in anger at what his father was doing now. Eyes narrowed in disapproval, the older Uchiha sibling watched his father excuse himself from the small gathering of people who had come to watch the demon summoning ceremony. It was business. Always business as Fugaku quickly followed the school servant who had brought him the message.

Not even the small warmth of his mother's small hand seeking his own could stop him from thinking his father, Fugaku, was a social climbing bastard who couldn't see the potential in his smallest son.

No, he'd rather hitch his wagon to Itachi's shooting star; assured that he and his demon Kisame would bring even more prestige to the Uchiha name then even Fugaku could himself. But this was his day… Sasuke's day and he was going to be there for his Otouto. So he squelched down his anger and gave his mother a small, wane smile before looking intently at his miniature image.

He watched with growing pride, that he was scarce to show Sasuke in person, as his little brother carefully drew the summoning circle in the middle of the expansive, stone room. It was formally a dungeon if the Uchiha could go by the rusted manacles still stapled on one side of the room. It was hidden deep underneath the school and attached to it was a rumor of how haunted the place was in order to keep away curious, non-summoning students.

Torches were dispersed at even intervals around the cold, slightly damp space. They blazed heartily but could not quite penetrate the darkness hidden in each corner of the room. Apparently the technology known as electricity and other appliances could not infiltrate this desolate area and its archaic atmosphere which left the torches as the only source of light to be seen. Yet despite the lack of harsh, fluorescent lighting, Itachi's eyes were able to run along the intricate swirls and lines that surrounded kanji letters that were long since forgotten by the vast majority of Konoha. Afterwards Itachi listened carefully and closely to the spell used for the summoning.

'He hasn't missed a step yet,' he thought with obvious approval as Sasuke took his time. It was better to err on the side of caution in such a delicate ceremony then to just jump so eagerly into it. Itachi had lost a friend to such eagerness as the demon that was summoned easily killed and devoured his friend for such a mistake in the ceremony before vanishing back to the demon world; since of course there was no longer a Summoner to tie him to the human world. (4)

So when Itachi drew himself away from such a gruesome memory to see what else his Otouto was doing, his hand suddenly clenched down hard onto his mother's. He felt cold and hollow all of a sudden. So much so that Itachi could barely feel it when his mother wrenched her hand free from his death grip only to put them up to her mouth in order to cover up a pained sob.

"Sasuke! Itachi what's happening to my… my baby?" Itachi's mother cried out in alarm. She took an involuntary step forward, almost prepared to walk through that inky darkness in order to retrieve her precious son before her eldest son grabbed her hand.

'He was too young. He was too young… How could I have let this… this happen?' she thought frantically, feeling more than a little faint.

Itachi even had to admit that he could almost feel the same kind of hysteria engulfing him. Fear stabbed viciously at his heart with a pitchfork as he saw how the summoning circle was soon swallowed up by an opaque, black dome.

It was unheard of and if he wasn't there to make sure that his little brother was safe then who would? He watched over Sasuke since the day he was born and even though he played it off like he didn't like the smaller Uchiha shadowing him, he was secretly pleased. So when this monstrosity, blocked his view of his beloved Otouto (5) all he wanted to do was rip down the ugly thing.

"Kisame," he began in a cold, precise voice; his face impassive for the most part. His dark orbs never left the dome as he heard the reassuring swish of a sword sliding from its sheath.

"Samehada is ready to bite into the darkness for you Itachi-sama," Kisame said evenly as he pulled out a curious looking sword. It was a huge prickly, looking thing that seemed to shudder in anticipation of devouring something… anything. But it was still not to be undone by its handsome master who stood obediently beside his Summoner.

The demon radiated an air of complete control and confidence, even in the most difficult of situations that seemed already a balm to Itachi's frayed nerves. "It's been a while since it has fed. Right Samehada?" The handsome demon cooed to his sword that nearly jerked him forward in its eagerness.

The corners of Itachi's lips nearly twitched upwards at the eagerness of Kisame's sword. Although the man at his side seemed almost just as reserved as he was, making for a perfect partnership, he was also just as eager as his sword was to slice into something even though he didn't look it.

Before anyone could protest his advances Kisame made a quick beeline towards the foreboding dome at the slight twitching of his master's ring and index finger. The dark haired demon leapt high before slicing downward onto the dome in a beautiful arch only to have the dark barrier reject his advances. Undeterred, he again rushed at it without further pause and slashed horizontally this time only to be met with the same unresponsiveness.

Kisame, after a few more quick slashes that left both he and his sword unsatisfied, scowled darkly at the unforgiving wall wondering why his Samehada couldn't bite through the dense material when it could easily cut through anything else.

'So what gives?'

BACK INSIDE THE DOME, AT THAT VERY MOMENT

"Naruto… please …" Sasuke gasped out desperately, shattering the memory the demon was currently wading through. His fingers convulsed as he tried to draw the demon closer to him even while he tried to push him away. He felt so cold and the blonde felt so warm pressed up against him that he was almost on fire. He was burning so gloriously against the demon that he didn't mind if he became a pile of ash later on.

His pupils were dilated to near pinpricks, cheeks flushed with both heat and desire while his pink lips parted to let out panting breathes. Sasuke needed this, hated this. He didn't want to die but if he had to why not in this beautiful killer's arms? The child could already feel his world starting to get a bit fuzzy around the corners; muting all colors as it went.

"Is that my new name little one?" (6)

The pleased voice purred so closely to Sasuke's ear that the child could feel another fine shiver ride down his spine. It felt warm, thick, rich and golden like dribbling butterscotch, the way the words seem to pour over the Uchiha. He felt so incredibly safe in his attacker's arms that if it was possible he'd have cuddled closer.

"Please Naruto…" Sasuke pleaded once more, this time capturing the demon's gaze with his own. His dove gray eyes seemed darker, more alluring somehow as he looked at the fiend with so much need and utter surrender. It was as if the child had already decided to yield his soul to the demon and throw his life away for this brief moment of euphoria.

"Please Naruto, what?" the blonde asked teasingly, secretly pleased. He knew that he had made the right decision in choosing this particular human. Sure he knew the child would fight the idea of his demon being the master instead of him when the euphoric feeling of their new bond wore off. But for right now the raven haired child was willing to give himself over to him and for that the adolescent should be rewarded.

"Do you want me to honestly stop?" Naruto questioned. His eyes, for a moment rested on the snowy white column of flesh that he had bitten into and before he knew it he was licking away the last traces of blood that was oozing out sluggishly.

Sealing the puncture marks he then watched with hooded, hungry ochre as the newly made demon mark blossomed like a dark flower into three swirling tomoes with a circle of intricate lines surrounding it. It was as beautiful and enthralling as the needy sound that Sasuke was making in the back of his throat to get his attention again.

"No… please more," the Uchiha insisted. Genuine fear flashed in his eyes for just a second at the thought of losing this feeling of floating.

It was freeing. No more worrying about proving himself or thinking about his future. He knew deep down somewhere that he should be alarmed and scared as hell that he was giving up his future so easily. Things were moving so fast that his head was spinning and he liked it. He liked this and he felt with eerie certainty that if he didn't give in now he never would when ugly reasoning finally smacked down over him.

"You're such a needy little human, aren't you?" Naruto cooed before lightly nipping the marking to Sasuke's growing frustration. He watched in amusement as the eager man-child coyly turned his head and arched his neck beautifully for the fiend to take a bite at his unmarred side.

"Please," Sasuke pressed desperately, eyes starting to shine with unshed tears.

"Such pretty tears you have. If I bite you even more, you'll die. You don't want that, now do you? No, you want to remain my plaything for a little while longer, right?" Naruto chortled as he brushed back a sticky lock of hair that clung determinedly to Sasuke's flushed cheek.

"You know you are just as delicious as you look Sasuke-kun. So rich and creamy and light on the tongue," he breathed out huskily. "It was a real pleasure tasting you."

He laughed once more at the small one's embarrassment but then became suddenly disappointed and angered at the way the child wanted to hide his hot face from him against his bare shoulder. The demon let out a warning growl in the back of his throat, wanting Sasuke to train his eyes on him again.

Naruto was so utterly enraptured by those tortured grey orbs that would fastened onto him so eagerly before skating away in embarrassment that he could stare into them for millenniums. They called to him somehow, reeling him in, just as the summoning had. Naruto wanted to just drown in those doe eyes fringed with lashes that any girl would envy.

So he nipped a bit harder on the demon marking, eliciting a mew of pleasure as the child arched against him before cuddling closer.

The demon hummed his approval, wanting to bask in what he did but he could already hear the stirrings of reality from outside the summoning circle. The opaque wall that had shielded the two from view would lift soon and the summoned creature would have to wait to enjoy his plaything again some other day. But even as he tried to unwind the boy's thin arms from around his neck he could hear the no longer insolent child murmur his protests which in turn elicited an amused chuckle from deep within his chest.

Sasuke began to feel like he could seriously enjoy his demon's chuckles and barks of laughter. They seemed to crash down over him or just simply float and submerge him in their warmth depending on the mood the blonde was in at the time.

'It's nice,' he admitted as he buried his face against the demon's throat. He could feel the powerful pulse of the fiend's heart against his nose, lulling him to sleep just as easily as he found himself luxuriated in the fact that strong capable arms were cradling and holding him like he was something precious.

'When was the last time I felt this safe? Was held like this?' he thought sleepily to himself, ready to close his eyes. That was until suddenly he felt a sharp pain against his backside when his tailbone made contact with the hard, unforgiving floor.

OUTSIDE OF THE DOME, JUST BARE SECONDS AGO

Kisame wasn't quite sure whether it was because of his Samehada relentlessly biting into the darkness that had caused the dome to finally shatter; or because whatever that was inside there had finished their heinous deed. But whatever the reason, the dome was gone now and Kisame as well as the invited teachers' demons had come to stand in a semicircle around the summoning circle with weapons at the ready. They all looked at each other with a knowing look, prepared to attack whatever was inside all at once before a small, familiar blur, whizzed by them.

Kisame's heart plummeted at the sight of the petite woman quickly dashing towards her son. He had been so focused and intent on pinpointing the demon inside so that he could attack it, that he had taken it for granted that the humans would instinctively draw back and wait against the wall. Not many of the Summoners felt it necessary to pursue taking up martial arts besides simple self-defense since their demons did a better job at disabling another demon and/or human then they could ever dream. So when he saw Mikoto Uchiha whizzing from behind him, tearstained face twisted up in agony as she reached for her son, all he could do was curse and force his body into action.

It happened so quickly that his Master Itachi barely had time to cry out for his mother before Kisame had reached her. His strong, capable arms wrapped around her slim waist, picking her up and inadvertently yanking her away from the grip she had somehow managed to gain on her own son. She flailed and kicked, scratching at the arm that barred her from her youngest born even as Kisame's other arm parried an attack from the now angered demon.

Kisame barely had time to shove Mikoto into his master's arms amid the screams for 'Sasuke' before he found the small Uchiha willingly going towards the demon. He cursed again, ignoring the bloody scratch marks on his arms as he prepared his Samehada for another attack. But even as he drew closer to the demon he had to duck quickly in order to avoid a teacher's demon careening towards him from a powerful swipe.

"Fuck! Double Fuck! And Fuck!" he hissed out in a steady hiss, wondering where the hell the tails came from. The shadowy things curled and flicked out menacingly around the golden haired demon like a dark nimbus. They seemed to strike out without much thought at any thing that threatened to draw near its master even as other shadowy appendages curled around the small Uchiha almost protectively, effectively wielding the child to the demon's side.

If that wasn't troubling enough Sasuke seemed completely oblivious to the chaos his demon was creating around him. He seemed to look up adoringly at the demon, not minding the fact that he was nude or that he could have killed his mother. More like he seemed to listen intently to what the demon was saying without using many words himself before sagging against his side in what appeared to be sleep.

BACK WITH NARUTO, JUST AFTER SASUKE FELL

The small Uchiha let out a small cry of pain and denial as he looked frantically up to the fiend for explanation. Hurt, beyond the physical pain that he felt, was clearly shining in his eyes as he silently begged the blonde for an explanation that didn't involve him being suddenly rejected.

Sasuke vaguely wondered if he had somehow come on too strongly as he slowly tried to scramble up to his feet. He felt so cold all of a sudden now that he was no longer pressed up against the hot, hard body. The Uchiha wondered shyly if Naruto would allow him to at least stand a little closer to him for warmth even though he himself was fully dressed; but suddenly he was being viciously tugged backwards by one arm.

A cry of surprise and a protest at the rough handling was quickly swallowed up by the fact that he could see light. It was blinding and gorgeous the way it pierced at his retinas, making him want to quickly close his eyelids until he was ready to adjust to the sudden lighting. But just as suddenly as he was pulled one way he felt himself pressed once more against that glorious form.

Teary eyed, he looked up into amber orbs that raked over him possessively, checking for damage on 'his property' before they glared down at the person that had tried to steal him away. Sound quickly filtered into his fuzzy head as he heard the cries of pain and screams of 'Sasuke' just floating on the surface of Naruto's rumbling growl.

Goosebumps littered his arms at that threatening sound just as quickly as it made his heart beat triple time. He wanted to be afraid of him… he should be afraid of him but his body betrayed him by melting against the demon's side. This was where he should be, and the reassuring heaviness of an arm wrapping protectively around his small waist reassured him that he was making the right decision.

'Closeyoureyeslittleone,' a soothing voice requested in his head.

Sasuke's head jerked up in stupefaction and wonder at that voice, only to see Naruto's eyes looking intently down at him. The small Uchiha quickly looked downward and pressed his face against the blonde's side. His face heated once more as a rumbling chuckle came forth making the Uchiha want to scowl a bit. Or smile… he couldn't really decide.

'Justcloseyoureyeslittleoneandthiswillallbeover.Ihavetotakecareofafew… pests.' Naruto conceded with a grimace, choosing his words delicately. All the while that he was trying to reassure his human, tails began to bubble and form behind him quickly in order to prevent the demons and humans from coming any closer.

They coiled from the powerful beings backside; first one, then two. They lengthened and thickened as they swished into existence; made from the same substance that had created their dark utopia inside the circle.

Another tail and then another shadowy companion formed and curled around the human child as if his arm wasn't sufficient enough to hold him to his side. The shadowy appendages were more than prepared to shield the small one from view in the darkness while their brothers waved menacingly overhead like a cobra rattling its tail before it strikes.

"But I can hear you in my head." Sasuke nearly whispered in awe as if afraid he'd doubt his own words once they hit the air.

'Everythingwillbefine,justsleep.' The words came out as a gentle suggestion but it held just a hint of a command.

"Sleep?" Sasuke questioned, slightly confused by how distracted his demon looked from here to something else outside their personal utopia. Just the smallest spark of jealousy blossomed in his heart at the fact that someone else could command Naruto's attention more than himself.

'Yes,' the words came out as an exasperated, yet still patient sigh. 'It'ssoyoudon'thavetohearallthebadnoisestheyareabouttomake,' the blonde insisted, allowing clawed fingers to rustle the child's hair affectionately.

"Who are they?" Sasuke murmured, suddenly feeling the powerful pull of sleep sucking him down into oblivion. The Uchiha honestly couldn't remember anything beyond Naruto. Nothing mattered at this point but him.

'Noone,justsleep,' murmured Naruto coaxingly, brushing his fingers lightly against the demon mark.

"Yes… sleep…" Sasuke agreed, letting out a pleasant little shiver at the feel of the caressing fingers against that now sensitive patch of skin. His lips curled up a bit in a contented smile even as he allowed his eyes to close once more, not hearing his mother screaming to get his attention. He was too busy wrapped in thoughts of Naruto and being pleasantly surprised by the voice in his head that he didn't notice the utter chaos unfolding around him.

'Everythingwillbeoversoon…' Naruto promised to the little one, all the while allowing a cruel smirk to carve its way across his lips as eyes so much like his Sasuke stared back at him in hatred and slight fear. 'AndI'mnotgivinghimuptoanybody.'

"It's been a while since I've enjoyed a good killing," Naruto nearly purred out before he went on the offense, claws and tails at the ready. A snarl was already rising from deep within his throat as he quickly moved to slash at the human that held that damnable woman who tried to take his Sa-su-ke-kun away.

Samehada was quick to parry that strike that was meant for his master and his mother, inserting himself in between the two before it was too late. He then began to make a series of slashing jabs at the tails before driving the fiend back with a powerful swipe meant to cute at his midriff. Kisame was unnerved by the fact that the golden haired demon didn't have any good openings available to pry the child from his side and he was more than a little puzzled at the demon's sudden attachment to the human. Usually newly summoned demons bared so much abhorrence towards their master for putting them into captivity, including himself at one point, that there was nothing but that feeling inside them for a while.

But the way the demon seemed to hold the almost lifeless body earlier, almost endearingly in fact and the way he seemed to frantically check the child for any damages caused by Mikoto spoke of something more akin to infatuation and possibly love. It was as if the two had somehow become completely codependent to one another in a matter of seconds, and no matter how he tried to bite at the demon's tails with his Samehada; they grew back just as quickly.

It was useless to fight the demon in his current form when Sasuke's new demon had the privilege and advantage to be in his true form. So when he looked back towards his Master for permission to take off his demon limiter, he was met by cold, determined grey before they settled back downward to attend to his mother.

"Kisame kill it. Kill it, restrain it, whatever! It doesn't matter. You can take off your demon limiter if you have to. Just get that thing away from Sasuke at all cost. I don't want to see a single hair out of place on my precious Otouto's head!" Itachi ground out while cradling the body of his sobbing mother who seemed to sag heavily against him after the surprise attack.

Kisame smiled a predator's smile at those orders, smoothly bowing amidst the chaos to his master. His perfect, white teeth gleamed in the semi darkness as he turned back to the golden hair menace and removed what appeared to be a simple, bone colored ring from his ring finger. It clinked soundlessly and harmlessly to the floor in a puddle of water that suddenly appeared by his bare feet; the simple band was already causing a colossal change in Kisame so that he was nearly humming with pint up demonic energy.

In his human form his skin had the healthy pallor of a Mediterranean male but in Kisame's true form his skin was the frosty, silvery blue of a fish's belly. Fish scales, glimmered in iridescent rainbows here and there along the taut, muscular form that had somehow accumulated beads of moisture as if he had just come from a dip in the water. His well kept, short cropped black hair was now brushing against his shoulders in wet, loose strands that hid small, little sea shells tied here and there. Teeth that were perfect, straight pearls were now razor sharp needle points as Kisame smiled his predator's smile once again. His slightly webbed fingers with pointy claws quickly, ripped away at his hindering shirt to allow more freedom of movement as he slung his growing and ever-hungry Samehada across his broad, bare shoulder.

It was definitely a rare sight to see when Kisame transformed into his true form. The prehistoric shark teeth necklace, gleaming and rattling around his neck with every heaving breath he took was completely overwhelmed by the cackling, dark sound of Naruto's laughter.

"So you grow a few scales and teeth and think you can take me on you glorified, little guppy. You have no idea what I am capable of. I'll rip your head off and drink from your skull before you take him from me. HE'S MINE DAMN IT!" He howled out causing the meager torch lights to snuff out around the room, leaving them in complete darkness.

'Yesyours.Alwaysyoursandnooneelse's,' Sasuke murmured in his sleepy consciousness, determined to calm down his demon. A small hand barely managed to untangle itself from Naruto's protective tails to rest against the demon's heart when the lights suddenly flickered back on by the yawn and wave of a newcomer yet to be seen.

"If you were all my students, which some of you once were, I would all give you a week's worth of detention," came a tired voice followed on the heels of another yawn.

All heads, including Kisame and Naruto's, seemed to swivel around as one to the intruder who decided to crash their little party. The brunette speaker walked slowly down the dungeon's stairs in slippered feet, clutching a box of Kleenex in one hand while wrapping his bathrobe more securely around his slim frame with the other. He paused in his descent to sneeze and quickly reach for a tissue to dab at his cherry red nose before continuing downward to finally join the group. His itchy, watery brown eyes quickly swept over the chaos in front of him, making a slight tsking noise in the back of his throat before erupting into a fit of coughing.

"Is that the headmaster of the school, Iruka?" Someone ventured to ask in a hush tone, into the yawning silence of the brunette's last words. "He's a bit young, isn't he?"

"I get ready to turn into… into bed early because I have an awful head cold and what do I find?" demanded the sick brunette as he waved a new Kleenex tissue in one hand after stuffing the old one in his pocket. He didn't even give anyone a chance to respond before he continued. "I'll tell you what I found. A school messenger telling me that there is a demon attack in the basement. You should all be ashamed of yourself, disturbing a sick man like me. Especially you Kyuubi," he sniffled before glaring at the dangerous yet still bemused blonde.

"Who the hell is Kyuubi?" Naruto snarled this out, still frozen in mid attack. He wasn't going to relax just because some mere human decided to come and join them in their merriment. He narrowed amber orbs suspiciously, fangs flashing warningly at the possible rival for his Uchiha before adding yet another tail to wrap around Sasuke.

"You are. You are the one who killed my brother Minato. But of course you wouldn't remember now that you have been named. (7) Just my luck, right?" the brunette said brightly before dissolving once more into a coughing fit. "Still doesn't mean I ca… can't interrogate you. So Kakashi, if you would please," Iruka motioned for his demon to step out from among the shadows.

"Yes my Lord," a silver haired fiend announced. He stepped out of the shadows, placing the last torch he lit back into its holster, all the while smiling a secretive smile against his black Neoprene Half Face Mask.

To Be Continued…

(1) – A demon has two forms. Their humanoid form that they let the general public see that protects their identity and their true form that is first seen when they are summoned as well as when they are allowed to take off their demon limiters. Demons with no master wear humanoid forms willingly in order to blend with the masses and cause more mischief.

(2) – This Kisame is loosely based on my version of Kisame in my story 'Promise'. He has the same look and appearance as Promise's Kisame as well as the same calm, patience that the anime/manga Kisame desperately lacks. However he does have the same bloodlust and sword as the anime/manga Kisame.

(3) – Mikoto Uchiha lost her Guardian a long time ago when the demon sacrificed its life in order to protect not only their mistress but her young boys as well on a summer vacation gone awry. A pack of demons had attacked the summer home they had been staying at and since Fugaku had to leave the vacation shortly after on business Mikoto's demon was the only one available to protect her, her children, and the house full of servants.

Kisame acts as a second Guardian to Mikoto by chaperoning her when she goes out in order to protect her from any demons who might want to eat her soul. It's because a Summoner or a potential Summoner's soul is more delectable than any other human souls. So consequently they are targeted a lot which makes finding potential Summoners dually important so that they can learn to protect themselves and to protect others as well.

(4) – A demon who is summoned can only be tied to the human world once they are named by their new master/mistress. Even then, if their master/mistress dies they are shortly sent back to the demon world since their contract that allows them there dissolves upon their master's/mistress's death.

(5) – Yes, Itachi has a brother's complex. It's cute that way but no incest. It's a Bromance if anything, not a Romance kiddies XP

(6) – Like I mentioned before, in order for a Summoner to complete a contract with their attended demon they must give the demon a new name.

(7) – Once a demon has been named their past life with any master before their new master is erased. The name serves as a 'restart' button in order to protect their old master's secrets but is a real bitch when someone like Naruto is accused of killing someone in their past life. It's hard to accuse a demon of killing someone when they don't even remember the deed that they did. You dig?

A/N: Please don't forget to review. I spent tortured nights trying to draw out the images from my head. I was so obsessed with this story that I basically put all the other stories on hold until I finished it. And now I have, so review if you really like this story. Tell me what you like, love, want to see more of. Don't let this just be a 'review please moment' demon Naruto won't like that. He might abandon Sasuke-kun if you do.

Okay, maybe not abandon him but he might still be very miffed at everyone. Once again this is for IvvyMoon and thanks again LadyLaran and Aya for putting up with my ramblings. I hope this story is semi original as well as hope that everyone out there enjoys it. And before you ask, this is not going to be a pedo story; it's just easier to manipulate Sasuke when he's smaller.