The wet sound of feet running across the abandon, wet, dirt road was silent in the air. He was running for his life and had been running two days straight without rest. His feet were sore and bloody from running barefoot through mud and dirt, thorns stuck in the bottom side of his feet. It was raining hard and his pants, the only thing he was wearing, was soaked as water dripped down his almost white torso. His lips were blue from the cold, but he would not stop running at any cost.
His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest if he didn't take a break soon and almost obeyed his body. His eyes drooped every so often, tired from not having enough sleep in the past two days. But he kept on, wanting to reach the edge of the Village of the Sand by tomorrow morning. He wanted to escape him, he wanted to escape the man who killed his family and brought him and his brother into slavery.
He was at a slave auction, he and his brother tied to poles along with other slaves while lords and higher uppers looked and bet over him and his brother. They knew they were to separate, even if they did escape. And he knew that this was going to be the day that they would be separated. A man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile had won the bet and made his way to him carefully as not to scare the slave. He was gonna untie him and bring the boy to his carriage. But he made the mistake of thinking the boy wouldn't run away once he untied him.
The slave fled hurriedly once he was untied from the pole and widen out his wings to fly off to safety. He was about to fly off when a man from behind swung out his sword and chopped off the slave's right white wing. Screaming in pain, the slave beat the man off him and ran with all his might away from the trading post. People moved out of his way as he ran out of the city, bleeding terribly. But he did not stop; he had such an adrenalin rush that would him running for several days.
Demons like him were grateful for that. Yes, he was a demon. A dove demon and the last of his kind. His brother was a raven, but that wasn't anything new. There were a lot of raven demons out there. He however was the last dove demon on the face of the earth. Dove demons were so rare that they were almost instinct. Part of that was because of greedy men that wanted them as their sex toy. Dove demons were so beautiful and pure that it was difficult not to become to become a slave.
The reason why he became a slave was because his clan was murdered by one man he swore he would kill. He and his brother were left alive for reasons unknown to them, but they both swore to their dead clan that they would kill the man who did this. But they were taken from their lands and brought into slavery. That was ten years ago at the age of eight for him and twelve for his brother. It was a wonder on how they stayed together for so long. But now they were separated.
And now here he is, running through the rain several days later, hoping to reach the edge of the Village of the Sand by dusk tomorrow. Fatigue finally racked his body as he kept running, muscles cramped as he ignored their plea for rest, and his feet were too sore to keep on. And finally, no matter how hard he tried to keep up, he fell, breathing harshly into the cool, wet ground. He tried getting up, but his arms fell underneath him. He tried to stand, but his legs ignored him. He tried to stay awake, but his brain wouldn't listen and shut off as he fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, sunshine was shining in his face and he was laying down on something soft and warm. A gentle hand was brushing against his feet, pulling out rocks and cleaning his feet softly as to not wake the slave. A cool gel was suddenly lathered onto his hot and feverish feet, making him sigh in relief as the pain and heat faded from his feet. The hands stopped from the sigh and moved away from his feet for a few seconds before they were back on again, wrapping soft cloths around his feet.
The dove was too tired to move or even open his eyes to see who was helping him. He didn't even protest when he was rolled onto his stomach and his back was inspected. His right wing was nothing but a stub. The person inspecting it clipped and smoothed the stub, cleaning off the blood on his back and sides. He soon felt hands messaging his aching muscles on his back, pressing and soothing out the kinks in them. The hands soon moved down to his lower back, almost touching the dove's ass. But the person completely maneuvered around it and went onto his sore legs. His feet were left alone to heal properly.
Next were his arms and hands, then to his neck. Whoever those hands belonged to was now the dove's best friend. He moaned softly as the hands went into his hair, massaging his scalp. The hands stopped before continuing on only harder than before. Soft moans and groans were forced out of the dove as chuckle came from the figure messaging him. To the slave, it was an angelic sound to his ears. Before he knew it, he dozed off again.
The next time the dove woke up; he was more alert and not as sore as he was before. It was sunny out again so he could see around him perfectly. He shat up with the help of his elbows supporting him and took a quick glance around the room he was staying at. He certainly wasn't at a peasant's house that's for sure. The walls and floors were marble, the pillars that gave support to the ceiling were made out of some kind of stone the dove couldn't put his finger on. A lush couch sat on the other side of the wall with several pillows and blankets. A desk made out of fine wood sat next to the lush bed he was lying in and a fine chair pushed under it.
The bed he was sleeping in was welded into a smooth frame, cleverly made. The mattress was soft and warm, stuffed with soft fur and downy feathers as were the pillows. The blankets were made out silk and dyed a rather particular orange. On the other side of the wall from the bed was an arched doorway that led out into the balcony.
The dove sat more until he was sitting up straight, a little slumped forward. The blankets fell away from his chest, gathering around his naked waist. Now that he thought of it, he was completely naked in a stranger's bed. The dove squeaked and wrapped the blankets around himself, getting them tangled into his wings. Wings?! The other grew back already?! How long must have he been asleep?
A giggle to his side brought him from his thoughts and he looked towards the doorway that lead out of the room. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; a small blond with blue eyes, tan skin, and a gentle smile was standing in the doorway to the room, a small smile graced his lips. The blond had three scars on each side of his face, making him look like a fox. The blond walked in gracefully, his robe flowing underneath him as he sat down next to the raven, having pulled out the chair from under the desk. The robe he was wearing was made out of silk and dyed orange like the blankets with the nine-tailed fox demon sewn onto the back.
"I'm so glad you're awake. You've been asleep for a week since the last time you've been awake. I was starting to get worried," the young blond said with a smile. Even his voice sound angelic "I knew you were awake when I messaged you muscles a few hours after my father found you."
The dove blushed and moved a strand of raven, black hair from his face. "W-where am I?"
"You're at my father's house in the Village of the Leaf," the blond replied. The dove let out a sigh of relief and calmed down. Good he reached where he was trying to go. "I understand why you ran away after my father untied you, but I don't understand why you ran for so long to get you into this shape."
Ah, so the man that untied him was this boy's father. It made since they looked so alike. The dove unraveled his wings from the blankets and let them fall back around his waist. "I was trying to get away from there as far and fast as possible. What's your name anyways?"
"Naruto Uzimaki. And yours?"
The boy's eyes widen at the name and the smile faded from his face. "Uchiha? I'm sorry if I brought any unwanted memories." The blond, Naruto, looked away guiltily. Sasuke gently grabbed the kitsun's chin and made him look up into his coal colored eyes.
"You didn't know. But thank you for you concern. Um…"
"Yes?" The blond tilted his head to the side cutely and gave him a questioning look.
"Why am I here?"
"My father bought you silly. But he bought you for my birthday gift this year. I told him we didn't need anymore slaves. But he says he feels so sorry for them, he can't himself and buy them to give them some kind of safety." The smile was back on the blond's face.
"So you don't mistreat your slaves?"
Naruto shook his head and scowled. "Of course not; we don't call them slaves either. We think of them as family and guardians of our house. We feed them, clothe them, and give them shelter. Treat them like they were part of the family." And just like that, the smile was back.
Sasuke frowned, rethinking his plan to escape. They seemed like nice people and were willing to give him some space. Naruto saw the look of thought and knew instantly what the dove was thinking. "You can runaway if you want, but I can guarantee that where ever you go, you won't be safe. But if you stay here, I promise to treat you well like any other human."
The black haired teen thought it over for a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh. "I think I'll stay here for a while." The kitsun squealed in joy and jumped up from his seat to hug Sasuke. Obviously surprised from the hug, Sasuke kept his arms lack, not used to the affection given to him.
"Good, now let's get you cleaned up in the bathhouse," Naruto said happily as he brought out a folded up yukata from his own yukata. It was dyed a navy blue, but was not made out of silk. Instead, it was made from cotton and was very comfortable. On the back had the dove warrior that has been mentioned in history books sewn in the back. "I had some of the women make this for you and I had Akio sewn in the back because you remind me so much of him from what I read in the books."
"Do I?" Sasuke smirked at the blond's words and leaned forward. "How so?"
Naruto blushed and farther back in his chair. "Uh, well, you're both dove demons and you fight for the right cause… and um…"
Sasuke shook his head and chuckled. "Stop before you hurt yourself dobe."
Naruto snapped his head back to the dove and glared deadly. "Shut up teme! Now put this on so we can go to the bath house!" The kitsun shoved the yukata into Sasuke's arms and quickly made his way out of the room.
Sasuke smirked and stood shakily from the bed, the blankets falling off of him and unto the bed, putting on the robe and taking the red tie to tie it around his waist to keep the yukata closed. He felt weak as he walked to the door from not having been up in a while and slowly made his way to the door. Naruto greeted him with a smile before frowning when he saw how weak the dove really was. Grabbing one of the raven haired teen's arms, Naruto helped Sasuke make his way to the bath house.
"What do you mean 'we will go to the bath house'?" Sasuke asked with a smirk, mentally cursing himself when the blond almost dropped him. "Are we going to take a bath together?"
"No! I'm just showing you the way to one of the bathhouses before going to mine!" Naruto snapped, glaring at the smirking teen. "Why are you so snarky?"
"Snarky? Why, it's one of my natural talents." Sasuke chuckled, the rumble of it echoing from his body to Naruto's, making the blond gasp mentally. For some reason it felt right to hear the dove laugh or chuckle because of him. "How many bathhouses do you have anyway?"
"Hmm, about ten. But we have to share for how many servants we have. Five of them are for the woman and the other five are for the men," Naruto replied with a smile, glad that a regular conversation was finally beginning. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"Ha, I'm two years older than you!" The kitsun giggled at this before laughing triumphantly. But Sasuke had a remark of his own.
"Really? I though you were thirteen. Or maybe even younger. I don't know why I would have thought that. My mistake."
Naruto growled and dropped the raven at one of the empty bath houses, going to the next one. Sasuke grinned at being able to get the blond all flustered before going into the bathhouse to bath himself. There was one thing that might be the reason why he was going to say, it must be the small blond with his flustered face.