Disclaimer: all character's belong to the creator of Naruto, Kishimoto.
Pairings: implemention of the Fourth x Sakumo, but there will be. As for others, later the Fourth x Kakashi, Sakumo x Kakashi, then the FourthSakumoKakashi
Warnings: Spoilers, YAOI (M/M), humiliation, D/S, leading upto lemon, NC, Minor participation, sexual acts, body modification, other stuff.
Note: Italics for this story if not a short inner thought made by a character talking to himself, it's a piece of a memory.




For a moment, he'd forgotten how to breath, as he felt himself sink further into his watery grave. Just then, as he began to see a white light and hear a women's commanding voice, "To come," he was brought back to the World of the Living with a light slap to his masked face by his sensei.

It's not that his cheek throbbed painfully, that hurt, but the look in his sensei's hypnotising ice blue eyes.

1. Desperate,

2. Anger, for frightening him,

3. Relief, for being in time

4. and a happy laughter, for living.

He hung onto that warm body. Uniform and coat, wet as his own.

The rain was getting off from above to reflect this gloomy day but he didn't care.

It had been so close...He had been so close of dying that he was thankful his sensei had been around to save him, this time.

As this realization sunk in, his sensei pulled him under a big leaf from the tree. Protecting him, protecting them, from the stream of raindrops from above. Cascading down like a waterfall as the wind whirled in sadness.

Sensei turned to him.
Ruffling his wet silver locks.
He look up at him, as his sensei's eyes reflected calmness.

"You resemble him, don't you know that?" smiled his sensei, warmly, as his blue spheres reflected back to him with unconditional love.

You,...laugh.

A broken, heartful laugh.

As he hurriedly agrees with what his sensei had said. Nodding strongly and taking his teacher's cool hand into his own. Squeezing it, as his small hand is squeezed back.

Signalling, that his teacher was still there and not a distant memory..

As his sensei drops his kind smile, shattering his trembling heart.

But, he does not release that hand, no matter what. Because:

Always relying.
Watching over.
Never dying.

Was his only request.