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Chapter Twelve
Shadows

December 28, 2008

Sai moved quietly down the hall, wondering what business with the Rokudaime had prompted the urgent summons he’d received. The Anbu that had let himself into his Sai’s art studio had taken him back to his days of Root. The visit had given him a moment of disquiet.
“Report immediately to the Hokage.”
The message quick and to the point before the masked individual disappeared. He could only guess it had something to do with either the cauterized, bloodless bodies piling up or the suspicious movements of several prominent political figures and the sudden emphasizing of protocol and regulations. Both of which were of significant concern to the artistic jonin.
The former for obvious reasons, the latter because it reeked of Danzo like tactics. Putting speculation aside, he focused instead on something else that often occupied his thoughts.
The dark haired shinobi watched the people he passed, taking note of expressions, listening closely to the composition of laughter, and analyzing the natural flow of emotion they exhibited so easily that he himself still struggled with.
It was confusing at times.
Trying to match the right emotion to the right situation at the right time to the right degree that was appropriate and necessary.
He found it taxing and puzzling most days.
It felt like there was a thin sheet of glass between him and human emotion sometimes. He could see what he was supposed to feel but whenever he reached out to grasp that emotion, the barrier of glass barred him. The people he watched, the books he read, made it all seem so simple and yet he got it wrong almost every time, resulting in stunned stares, and hushed whispers between confused or creeped out socializers.
While a lot of his blunders were accidental, some were not so innocent.
He felt a coil of amusement.
Learning about what made the human heart tick had its advantages, and Sai enjoyed utilizing the things he learned to tease the people he interacted with. Naruto was his favorite target most days.
The blonde genin was so easily roused, quickly embarrassed with a few choice words and always offered the most hilarious reactions.
He replayed several memories of the dramatic Uzumaki, lips curled in what he hoped would be seen as the smile of amusement it was intended to be, until he reached the Hokage door.
The pale painter paused outside the door, listening to the hushed voices within.
The words were muffled, and he couldn’t make out who else was in the room. Unwilling to barge in and interrupt he instead knocked.
“Enter.” came his response.
Sai opened the door and stepped inside the well lit office, shutting the door behind him.
Two men occupied the room.
Kakashi Hatake, Sixth Hokage of the Hidden Leaf sat behind his large, paper scattered oak desk. The former Sharingan legend wore the distinguished robes of the Hokage and his trademark mask. His dark eyes, normal twinkling with lazy merriment were instead sharp and deadly serious. The silver haired male leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk and folded his hands beneath his chin.
Shikamaru stood next to the plush chair the Hokage occupied, his expression mirroring his superiors.
Sensing the heavy tension in the room, Sai straightened his spine.
Adopting a more formal approach, Sai brought his hands to his sides, standing at attention before speaking.
“I am here per your summons, Hokage-sama.”
“I won’t beat around the bush,” the Rokudaime began, “Sai, I’m recommending you to take over as Anbu Commander.”
Sai didn’t need to think about how to properly convey the emotion sweeping through him. Shock unfurled, dark eyes widened, lips parting, uncertain if he had heard correctly.
Surely he had heard incorrectly. Sai stared dumbly at the two men.
The artist had left that part of his life behind long ago. Was happy to have gotten on with his life, away from the soul rending agony that fighting from the shadows could inflict on even the strongest ninja.
And now he was being asked to return to that darkness.
To return as its leader.
His skin felt clammy at the thought. Root was no more, their organization disbanded, its members reassigned and yet his fear stricken mind didn’t seem to be aware of that very real fact. His flesh felt tight, sweat beading his upper lip. He could almost swear his tongue burned in the spot where he had once borne the cursed seal.
“You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? The shifting pieces?”
Sai tamped down the panic crawling over his skin, focusing instead on the Hokage’s words.
Of course he had noticed. The under lying tension between Nations. The daimyo’s sudden interest in the inner workings of Konoha. The aggressive measures being put into place per the orders of the pale skinned adviser acting on behalf of the feckless leader.
Something was going.
Strings were being pulled.
Pawns shuffled around.
And it seemed as though one of those pawns was to be him.
“I wouldn’t ask you to do this if it was anything like Root.”
Sai swallowed against the nausea churning his gut.
“You will report only to the Hokage and no one else,” Kakashi continued, “With the threads currently being weaved, I need someone I can trust to head shinobi forces that are out of the jurisdiction of even the daimyo.”
Feeling like he could breathe again, Sai relaxed a fraction, letting the tension ease from his form.
The Anbu were an elite group of shinobi that were directed by and reported only to the sitting Kage, much in the way Root members had solely followed the late Danzo Shimura. While he wasn’t comfortable being in that dynamic again, Kakashi Hatake was no Danzo.
“The current Commander has suddenly found the…desire to step down. Several of his potential successors have... conveniently been KIA or MIA, while the others have declined to fill the role. With no one in line to take over, the daimyo’s adviser has kindly recommended a person of his own cabinet to replace him.”
Sai met the hawkish gaze of his leader.
The daimyo, or at least his adviser was attempting to gain influence in the previously untouched shinobi forces. A dangerous circumstance that would leave the Rokudaime, and the Hokage that succeeded him in a vulnerable position.
“This is not an order, Sai. You are not obligated to take the role.”
Shikamaru, silently moved forward, a yellow envelope in hand. He placed the slightly bulging container on the desk and returned to his place at the side of the Kage.
“Should you choose not to accept, simply walk out the door, and this conversation never happened,” Hatake said, “If you decide to accept the role, take the folder, read its contents here and burn it after. And Sai, I need your answer, now.”
Black eyes glanced at the yellow package.
Could he go back to the shadows without losing himself?
Was he willing to find out?
The alternative was allowing whatever outside forces were at play to potentially gain more power to manipulate and control the Hidden Leaf. The underhanded machinations alarmingly similar to those of his fallen leader Danzo. Even now, the damage the scheming Root Leader had wrought was still being felt by those that called the Leaf home.
The village was his home.
And he was no longer that cold unfeeling shinobi of the Root.
He had friends now, a girlfriend he loved, people he wanted to protect. People he owned his very soul to.
The painter released an inaudible breath and moved forward. He reached out and took the flaxen folder. Slipping a finger under the flap, he broke the seal. The room was silent as he pulled the papers out and began to read.
Minutes passed.
Sweat rolled down his temple the more he read. Finishing one document, Sai quickly shuffled to another, his stunned midnight eyes moving frantically over the text.
“You’ll be updated as more information becomes available. For now, you will assume an apprentice position under the current Commander. Within a year or two, you should be full integrated enough to function on your own.”
Sai looked over the papers at the Hokage, at a loss for words.
“Sai, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how serious the situation is, but I’ll do so anyway,” Kakashi said, “You’ll run into heavy opposition to assuming your new position, some of which will be lethal. Stay on your guard.”
Sai silently slipped the damning pages back into the container, then turned the entire envelope into small bits of ash with a flare of chakra. Calm settled over his racing mind as he compartmentalized and analyzed the intel, slipping easily and comfortably back into the mind frame of a Root trained nin.
“Hokage-sama-”
A firm knock interrupted the newly appointed Anbu Commander.
“Dismissed, Sai.” Kakashi commanded, fierce stare moving over Sai’s shoulder to the door.
After a brief hesitation, Sai bent slightly at the waist, then turned to exit the office.
“Enter.” the Hokage called out.
The door swung open.
Myoku Yagutsu moved through the open portal, striding arrogantly into the room. His dark eyes were cold and assessing, his reed thin, pale body encased in neatly pressed beige robes and baggy light gray pants. His long white hair was gathered in its customary ponytail, swing gently as he strutted into the room.
Sai held on to his composure with the tenacity and ease he had perfected during his time in the murky depths of Root.
His inky black eyes stared forward as he walked towards both the adviser and the exit.
A chill crept up his spine when the two neared, those dead eyes of the pallid man locking with his own. Sai had always thought his eyes lacked emotion when he stared in the mirror. Had done his best to bring a light to his eyes that would prove that he was human on the inside, that he could feel just like everyone else. Looking into the shadowy depths of the man before him, Sai could safely say he had not known the meaning of emotionlessness.
This…man…his gaze…was soulless.
Bereft of humanity.
A hollow void of nothingness.
Goosebumps pebbled his flesh as the two passed each other. Sai made it to the door, releasing a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He passed through and out into the hall, turning around and slowly closing the door. Unable to stop himself, he gazed into the silent room, and at the white specter standing before the Hokage desk.
Sai suppressed a shudder as his dark eyes collided with those dead orbs again.
The adviser had turned and was looking straight at him, his thin body unnaturally still, his lips curled slightly up. Sai felt his heart pound, sweat slipping down his temples as he let the door slide shut.
Those vacant eyes disappearing behind the wooden panel.
xxxxxx
Frigid gusts of wind blew fiercely across the snow covered vegetation of the forest. Skinny deciduous trees curved towards the frost covered path, the naked branches swaying with each burst of glacial air. The temperature had dropped even further over night, and the resulting chill it brought muted the warmth from the bright, but struggling sun. The fiery ball of light peeked out between puffy mounds of clouds, its rays beaming through small gaps in the slowly drifting masses.
Sasuke pulled his poncho tighter about his shoulders, bracing himself against the bitter cold.
The blistering glacial winds felt strangely familiar, reminiscent of the icy cloak of hatred he had encased himself in at the tender age of seven. The frigid, hollow winds of agony and soul deep loneliness guiding him down a path of destruction, of madness. In his own twisted way, he’d believed the path to warmth was one bathed in blood. Retribution the only way to banish the unbearable ache in his heart. While he didn’t regret killing Danzo, the last Uchiha did regret the final clash with a brother that had loved him more than life itself.
It hurt, even now, to recall the dull, lifeless gaze of his sibling staring blindly up at the dark sky. Even before Obito had confided in him the terrible truth behind his elder brother’s horrendous actions, the young rogue had been swamped with fierce regret and a torturous blade of emptiness unlike any he had felt before to see Itachi lying dead at his feet.
The silence, the hush of death had wrapped around him with suffocating arms.
The scene had felt surreal.
With a cadaver wearing his brother’s face and fresh blood dripping from the bloody two finger forehead tap he had loved in his youth, the young nin had questioned the meaning of life, questioned his own sanity, questioned if the bitter blizzard inside his withering soul was one that could ever be banished.
If any ray of light could pierce the frozen darkness corroding his insides.
During the war, after coming face to face with each other with the truth between them, Itachi had left this world at peace, bearing no ill will against his beloved younger brother and yet on days like this, during the quiet reflection of his journey, Sasuke couldn’t help but regret the path he’d walked. The route he had hoped, prayed would be his salvation, that had instead taken him to and beyond the fiery gates of hell.
The shifting of something out of place cleared his mind immediately.
Narrowed eyes, one, the blazing red of the Sharingan, the other, the ringed lavender of the Rinnegan, moved over the silent landscape. He looked not at the physical before him, but the shadows beneath.
Through the lens of his dojutsu, the colors inverted, bathing the landscape in black, white and shades of gray.
Disrupting the subdued tones of black and gray was a trail.
A trail that rippled, warped and bent the surrounding gunmetal hues in a way that was unnatural. A tear in the fabric of space and time.
Void.
An absence of color, an absence of presence that stood in stark contrast to the environment. It moved, shifting and contorting like that of a living organism. The oscillation turned sharply from the snowy trail, its wavy presence fading just before reaching the treeline.
Sasuke stopped.
The former rogue’s eyes narrowed.
Turning off the path, he wadded into the black trees and gray shrubs, his booted feet crunching through the charcoal pigmented snow coating the cold ground.
He navigated the the pointy trees carefully, weaving through ice covered branches and steep piles of froze water vapor. His cool gaze noted small bits and pieces of void, following the small indicators his prey had unwittingly left behind.
A different ripple snared his attention.
Sasuke paused, mismatched orbs moving to the slithering dark gray body attached to a bare branch, high in a naked tree to his immediate left. The dark gray, gaunt creature was the size of an adult human, its body nothing more than wrinkled skin over sharp protruding bones. Two spiral curled horns protruded from the top of its oval head and one in the middle of the sickly pale flesh where its eyes should have been. A dark hole that Sasuke assumed acted as a nose lay above an elongated, crooked jaw full of serrated teeth.
The long, claw tipped fingers gripped the thin branch it perched upon, its head twitching as it leaned forward, seeming curious about the lone human standing in the quiet forest.
The saggy flesh undulated, a low baying coming not from its salivating mouth, but from the pores of its skin.
Sasuke tensed, hand inching for his blade.
The creature was across the forest in a flash, arms out stretched, mouth agape. The sound of claws meeting steel reverberated through the forest. The two parted, and met again, clashing over and over in a flurry of bone shattering collisions. Snow exploded, trees snapping as the two combatants trade blows, their bodies brief streaks of light to the naked eye.
Sasuke gripped his sword, bracing for the next impact. Less than a second passed before the creature was on him again, skeletal arms striking in a frenzy of raking claws, snarling and hissing, its bones creaking and popping like brittle twigs with each swing of its arms.
The emaciated body of the beast was in stark contrast to the monstrous strength it exhibited. Sasuke stiffened his legs, the force of the strikes pressing him back, his feet sliding through the thick snow. Sasuke dug his heels in the ground, halting the momentum. He launched himself forward, disrupting the attack, then spun his body, booted feet connecting with solid flesh. The howling humanoid flew across the forest, downing several trees in its wake. The dark haired shinobi followed the careening beast, his sword missing its slender figure by mere seconds.
Blade embedded in the soft, dark snow, Sasuke watched the dimensional being scuttle backwards up a nearby tree, gray fluid oozing from its jowls and and the broken tip of a horn.
Pulling his steel free, the Uchiha flicked ice from the shiny metal.
The creature hissed from its pores, retreating further up the naked pine.
A slight shuffled of his snow caked boots was the only warning the creature received before the silent swordsman shot forward, cleaving both organism and tree in half. The inhumane scream grated against his ears as the beast landed with a thud in the snow, both halves of its body spewing dark liquid, sizzling and melting the frost and nearby trees it touched.
The horrendous stench of rot and acid forced a grimace to Sasuke’s normally stoic visage.
Silently, casually, Sasuke wiped his blade clean, smearing the gray substance across a mound of snow, his gaze never leaving the skinny, twitching legs and the squealing torso dragging itself across the charcoal snow, leaving an acidic trail behind.
Sheathing his weapon, Sasuke moved, blocking the path of the horn faced monster.
Elongated, skeletal fingers gripped his ankle, its lopsided jaw snapping open and closed. The eyeless creature’s head twitched, the hole in its face contracting as it inhaled. The wrinkly skin rippled.
“He comes…” its pores vibrated.
The words were unsurprising. The former rogue nin had been hunting and dispatching these creature for months, and while at first he had been able to wring information from them, the beasts had now begun repeating the same phrase over and over.
He comes.
Who or what was coming, Sasuke had yet to ascertain. Trying to extract more from the creatures was an exercise in futility, but, unable and unwilling to leave any stone unturned, to pass up any chance no matter how slim to learn something new, the Uchiha tried anyway.
Hours later, Sasuke was forced to accept that this one was also a dead end.
He stared down at the mangled, twitching, bloodied beast, directing the black flames of eternal fire over its pale flesh. The high pitched screech of agony made his ears throb and he tightened his jaw to hold back bile as the grotesque scent of burning flesh overpowered his nostrils. No matter how many times he smelled the stench, his stomach never got used to it.
When only a small pile of ash remained on the scorched earth, Sasuke extinguished the blaze and began the search for the rift from which the demon like beast had spawned.
He found the humming dimensional tear several meters away, nestled between two gnarled trees near a frozen lake. The portal was small, its edges serrated, the inside a endless pit darker than the darkest black. The sensation of emptiness it oozed crawled over his skin, and the stoic Uchiha shivered slightly as the fine hair at the nape of his neck stood on end.
The rifts always filled the one armed nin with a sense of unease and an intense feeling of dread knotting his insides. Alone with the supernatural anomaly, he gave into the embarrassing but pressing urge to look over his shoulder.
To ensure that he was in fact alone.
Black, white and shades of gray landscape met his seeking eyes.
The surrounding area was quiet aside from a smattering of woodland creatures. Fluffy gray bunnies and bright white deer moving among the smoke colored brush.
Paranoid.
He was becoming increasingly paranoid the more time he spent in this shadowed world.
Releasing a small breath, he returned to the gently whining rift.
Sasuke closed his eyes, gathering chakra and funneling it to his Rinnegan. Warmth suffused the orb, heat rising gradually. Focusing on the jagged edges of the dark vortex, Sasuke forced the edges at the very top to move, pulling them to the center and sealing them together. Slowly, methodically, he began sealing the tear, suturing the split and shutting off the void. Midway through, his eye began to burn, pain shooting into the left side of his skull.
Hot liquid pooled at the waterline of his eyes, the thick, copper scented fluid spilling over and dripping down his cheek.
Sasuke gritted his teeth, tamping down the agony blasting through his skull.
Sweat slipped down his temples as he weaved the final threads, his chest rising and falling harshly when he finished.
Hand gripping his left eye, Sasuke dropped to a single knee, puffs of frost billowing from his lips. He panted softly, breathing through the pain pounding behind his lavender orb. Wet, sticky blood slipped through his fingers.
He spent long moments breathing, waiting for the burning inferno engulfing his eyeball to recede.
The world of shadow began to fade, color slowly bleeding back into his vision. The bright glare of the sun was painful to eyes that had acclimated to grayish darkness. Raven brows crinkled, lips twisting in annoyance at the added pain on top of pain. The Uchiha would make no complaint even if he had been of a mind to do so.
He accepted the sensation as part of his penance, one he had earned through his actions alone.
He straightened when the intensity dimmed to a bearable throb.
Reaching into his pocket beneath his tattered poncho, he retrieved a small swath of cloth and wiped his eye and fingers clean.
He treaded through the snow, searching for a flat surface.
A few minutes later, he found a waist high rock sticking out of the frost packed ground. He whistled sharply, then reached again into his pocket and pulled out a small scroll and a writing utensil. Placing the paper on the rock, he unrolled the empty page and began to write:
December 28, 2008
Rifts: 1
Targets Eliminated: 1/1
No new intel. Repeated phrase: He comes.
- S
Re-rolling the missive, he turned to the hawk flapping next to him and slipped the mini scroll into the tiny pouch attached to its leg.
“Konoha.” he instructed the bird of prey.
Sasuke watched the bird take flight for several quiet moments before he continued on his solitary journey.
xxxxxx
After stopping at the store and making an important purchase, Naruto wandered the busy streets Konoha, his gait relaxed and easy, cerulean orbs dreamy.
His tall, sinewy body was at ease and thrumming with muted euphoria, his muscles like butter beneath his tanned skin. The hyperactive energy that normally guided his overly excited behavior was quiet, contently so in the face of the new way the genin had discovered it could be expended.
Naruto was still reeling from the kaleidoscope of sensations that had gripped his mind and body last night. The feel of Hinata in his arms. Her soft skin, heated moans and the pleasure he had found in her arms replaying over and over in his spacey mind.
After the two had eaten breakfast, Hinata had dressed quickly, stating the Hyuuga Clan meeting would be starting soon.
Reluctant for his lover to leave, he’d sighed, deflating with a pout.
Unable to resist his crestfallen expression, the still shy, but blooming Hyuuga had taken his face in gentle palms and made out with him thoroughly, tonguing his mouth with bold stroke that had left him dazed and aching as she breezed through the door, inviting him to her apartment later on in the day if he wasn’t busy.
Outside of a mission, hell would freeze over before he was too busy to come to her apartment later.
Naruto had stood waving like an idiot as the door closed, feeling more off kilter than he could ever recall. Minutes later, he’d slipped on his customary hoodie and sweats and meandered down the snow dusted dirt walkways of town, weaving unhurriedly through the crush. Autographs were signed with slow swirls of his hand, his penmanship legible for once. Pictures taken with a goofy, languid smile. Groupies left confused at the starry eyed expression on the face of their idol.
Familiar laughter pierced the euphoric haze of the blonde nin.
“Looks like somebody got hit with more than the Juuken last night, eh Choji?”
Naruto turned at the comment, waiting as the three men and nin dog wandered over to him. Kiba’s grin was wide, hilarity lighting his dark eyes, Akamaru wagging his tail next to the teasing Inuzuka. Choji chortled behind a bag of chips while Lee looked really curious and more than a little envious.
Choji nodded sagely, munching on fried potatoes.
“I’ve seen that look before.” the gluttonous male replied.
“Look at his face,” Kiba cackled.
Naruto pursed his lips, though he was hard pressed to say he felt much annoyance. It would take more than a few teasing comments to spoil his good mood. He was less than interested in getting into a squabble with the skinny mutt today.
The lack of reaction prompted more laughter from his self proclaimed rival.
“Damn, she really did a number on you if the only thing you can manage is that stupid pout.” Kiba continued.
Naruto crossed his arms, his expression that of a mischievous fox as he retorted, “You’re one to talk. You were drooling and walking into trees. Not to mention that dumb look on your ugly face was enough to scare Akamaru.”
Kiba dismissed, but didn’t deny, the accusation with a careless wave of a claw tipped hand.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, anyway, look, we were going for a soak, you coming or not?”
Uzumaki wondered briefly if the relaxing heat would completely melt his already lax muscles if he went, though the chance of hanging with the guys and getting some advice about last night and the nights to come was one he wasn’t willing to pass up. The group walked to the nearest onsen, chatted about upcoming and past mission while showering, then settled into the soothing heat of the water.
Naruto leaned back against the wall of the bath with a sigh.
“So, how bad did you screw it up?” Kiba asked, wasting no time to poke at the Jinchuuriki.
Heat suffused his face.
“That bad, huh?”
“No!” lips curled in petulance, the blonde mumbled his reply, “Maybe I did kind of lose my head but she didn’t hate it, and at least she didn’t cry. She even asked me over today, ‘ttebayo.”
A few tears were normal right? Hinata hadn’t been sobbing so he didn’t really think that counted as crying. Certainly not the way Sai had made it out to be with his horror stories of blood and pain and crying virgins.
“Naruto-kun couldn’t have messed up that bad if Hinata-san still wants to see him at her apartment,” Lee, silent until that moment, innocently pointed out, “Didn’t Tamaki-san refuse to let you anywhere near her apartment for a week after your…performance?”
“That’s right!” Naruto guffawed, “At least my girlfriend isn’t running away from me the day after.”
Kiba glared at both the taijutsu user and laughing Uzumaki.
“She came around eventually,” he blustered, “and this is about that idiot, not me. Besides, your opinion doesn’t count. You’ve never even gone out on a date, let alone gotten anywhere near a woman’s body.”
Lee’s shoulders slumped.
“Don’t be a jerk, Kiba.” Naruto admonished.
Kiba merely rolled his eyes.
“Now you’re starting to sound like Hinata.”
Naruto made a rude finger gesture at the comment.
“Don’t worry Lee, I’m sure you’ll find a great girl someday.” Choji soothed.
Lee sighed, sliding lower into the steaming water.
“I’ve already found a great girl, but it seems hopeless,” Lee murmured, “Sakura-san doesn’t even notice me.”
“Are you still pining for her?” Kiba huffed, “Give it up dude, Sakura’s been mooning after Sasuke forever and if she’s anything like Hinata is with this idiot, you might as well move on. When girls decide that they won’t accept any other guy but the one they want, trying to change their mind is impossible.”
Naruto thought about that. Hinata adored him and he couldn’t see her ever deciding to be with someone else. The very thought was as laughable as it was repulsive to even contemplate.
“Maybe he’s right, Lee. Sakura-chan is still in love with Sasuke.”
“If you want, I can ask Karui to introduce you to some of her friends,” Choji offered, “And I’m sure Ino wouldn’t mind setting something up.”
Depressed, Lee sighed again, eyes suspiciously shinny.
“Come on, cheer up,” Kiba urged, “its not so bad playing the field. There’s plenty of girls that aren’t wrapped up in brain dead blondes, and good for nothing douche bags.”
“Oiiii…” Naruto glared.
Now that Hinata had made clear she wasn’t going to tolerate jokes about his intelligence, Kiba took advantage of her absence whenever possible, laying on the stupidity wise cracks extra thick when out of the hearing range of the scolding Hyuuga.
“Speaking of brain dead,” Kiba continued, “Hurry up and spill, Naruto.”
Still a bit miffed, Naruto kept it short and vague, skipping the details that he knew the bastard wanted. What little he did reveal was enough to make the annoying guy hoot with laughter.
“What kind of moron doesn’t buy condoms the minute he gets a girlfriend?” Kiba chuckled, “Relationships 101, always carry one on you and stash the rest somewhere near your bed, like in a nightstand or something.”
Naruto declined to point out that he knew that now. Condoms had been the first thing he’d purchased that morning.
“Hinata-san is still the Hyuuga heir and part of the main branch. It’d look bad for the Hyuuga Clan if she become an unwed mother.” Lee surmised.
Kiba nodded.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if birth control was made mandatory for the entire female Hyuuga population. They’re real strict about keeping the Byakugan within the Clan,” the Inuzuka continued, “Hinata probably wouldn’t have been allowed to date you without taking precautions if they aren’t already mandatory.”
“You’re lucky Hinata was thinking ahead, Naruto,” Choji commented, “Her dad would eviscerate you if you accidentally got her pregnant.”
“Not to mention Sakura, Ino, Tsunade-sama, Tenten, Kurenai-sensei, Shino, everyone with the last name Hyuuga, and even Kakashi-sensei would be looking to rip you apart,” Kiba informed him with a fang filled grin, “Not to mention me and Akamaru would tear your throat out and bury your body in the backyard of the Inuzuka compound. Right Akamaru?”
The giant white canine barked in agreement, doggy paddling through the heated water.
Naruto felt his brow twitch, though he was unable to dispute the accurate depiction of the reaction he’d receive if he was ever careless enough to get his girlfriend knocked up without the benefit of marriage. Considering how sweet and loved his other half was, there were probably even more people than Kiba had listed that would happily string him up and beat him to death, or slip poison in his ramen when he wasn’t looking.
Even without the threat of spawning a bloodthirsty mob looming over his head, Naruto would never put her at risk like that. He had fully intended to stop the night before because of the lack of protection.
When he had a child, it would be with his wife and with the mutual desire to start a family. He had made that vow long ago in the lonely confines of his apartment.
Any child of his would have a mother and father, would know that they were the culmination of their parent’s love, not an accidental by product of one passionate night, who’s birth would be seen as tainted with scandal. His children would have every chance for a happy childhood he could possibly provide for them.
Of course he was pretty sure Hinata becoming his wife and the mother of children was already set in stone, even so, he wanted to protect her and their future kids from scorn and town gossip.
“Anyway, your lack of control is pretty normal,” Choji said, steering the conversation back to the original topic, “I haven’t met a guy that hasn’t lost it the first time.”
Kiba nodded.
“Yeah, you’ll get control eventually, until then, think about something else to calm down.”
“Something else?” Naruto questioned, “Like what?”
“I don’t know, something that’ll stop you from losing it so you can focus.”
Naruto hummed thoughtfully, though a bit doubtfully.
“What about the…other thing?” he asked, dull heat creeping up his neck.
Lee’s cheeks were redder than the genin’s though he looked just as interested in the advice Kiba would impart.
“That’s actually a bit easier than working on control,” Kiba said, “You know how the way to a girls heart is through flowers? Well the same applies here, expect we’re talking about a different flower.”
Naruto blinked a moment, confusion appearing then vanishing. He knew what flower the Inuzuka was referring to. Cheeks blazing red, the tawny haired genin nodded his understanding, baby blues glued to the knowledgeable chunin. By the time the conversation ended, Lee’s ears were bright crimson and steaming and Naruto was fired up and determined.
The excitable blonde was up and out of the water in record time, dressed and waving goodbye to his friends several minutes later.
He glanced at the descending sun, pretty certain Hinata was probably already finished with her meetings and back at her place. If she was in the mood, he wanted to make up for last night, give her the tender lovemaking girls liked according to Choji and Kiba. Listening to the older males, Naruto was itching to explore and be explored in this new path of physical connection, to learn about her in ways that no one else knew and for her to know him more intimately than even he knew himself.
He wanted her to feel the love he had for her expressed without benefit of words.
Minutes later he stood knocking on her front door, looking forward to spending the rest of the evening and hopefully the night with his lover. The door opened, revealing the object of his amorous affection.
Dressed in a light green turtleneck and form fitting jeans, his buxom girlfriend smiled bright and gentle as her lilac eyes met his.
“Hi.” she greeted, shining with love and excitement just to see him.
Heat bloomed in cheeks.
She was too cute.
His arms swept out, bringing her flush against his body, eager lips finding hers.The melding of lips felt different. The kisses that had always hinted at deeper intimacy now fairly screamed it.
Desire coiled low in his abdomen, need blooming with each stroke of his tongue against hers. Navigating their entwined bodies inside the apartment, Naruto reached behind him to slam the door shut, then reached for the hem of her shirt to stroke the bare flesh of her tummy.
Excitement crawled up his spine.
‘Calm down, dattebayo. Think about something else’ he coached.
His brain came up empty.
It was hard not to think about her soft lips beneath his. Her even softer thighs cradling his hips, her tight-
He pushed the arousing thoughts away.
Gentleness, tenderness, these were the things he wanted tonight to be about and he didn’t plan on going back on his word.
He was going to be what she deserved tonight…
He just needed one more kiss.
One more taste of her lips.
One more soft caress over the silken skin hidden beneath her shirt…
“I trust you recall our last conversation, Uzumaki Naruto.”
Naruto froze, his eyes shooting open.
Shocked blue met frigid lilac over Hinata’s shoulder.
The hard stare was enough to completely extinguish his ardor. From the archway leading into the living room, Hiashi sat on his lover’s couch, calmly sipping tea. Feeling like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped down his pants, Naruto leapt away from his blushing girlfriend.
“Na-Naruto-kun, f-father decided to…stop by for t-tea after our meeting.” Hinata explained awkwardly.
Eyes wide as saucers, face steaming, Naruto stammered out an embarrassed greeting.
Heart pounding, sweat sliding down his back and temples, Naruto gripped his tea cup with clammy hands. The blonde was seated across from the frosty Clan Head, drowning in humiliation that he’d gotten caught with his tongue down the elder man’s daughter’s throat. The stoic Hyuuga was staring a hole in his face and Naruto had the irrational fear that Hiashi could sense what he had done to Hinata last night and what he had been thinking about doing to her tonight.
Taking another glance at the blinkless stare quietly promising death, Naruto knew tender loving would have to wait another night.
xxxxxx

Another chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Its getting interesting for me trying to balance what to reveal and what not to reveal, how to pace certain happenings and things like that. I’ll experiment and see how it turns out. Hopefully I can craft the images I have in mind onto pages.
Who knows.
Gn0stic- Oh you know there will be more steamy goodness XD and I’m glad you like their first time, I wanted it to be passionate rather than the normal sweet and awkward
All I got for now. Please review and I’ll see you again for the next chapter.
Laters
~Sessakag
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