Red Wind Lullaby | By : Aleya Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“She’s made of glass…wild things can’t be trusted to handle glass.” Never before has the Dog-Nin stuck so closely with a resolve, outside of battle. When She had gotten home from the hospital that time, she had agreed to see Tsunade and Shizune at least twice a week to monitor her mental health. It seemed that favor she had asked of Shino had been to enroll Ichiro into the Academy. Two years that boy has been in the academy and the teachers rave over the boy. “He’s got a talent for learning.” “He’s a sponge for knowledge.” “His chakra development is high for a child his age.” Etc, etc.
For two years Kanna had been telling the group about these things. The joy back in her eyes is nothing more but pure. Like she had forgotten that night entirely. She had even come to some sort of terms with the red eyes her son bears. This was where the problem lay, although the child was talented he hand no way of truly harnessing his true ability. So Kanna proceeded to research what the Sharingan is. This kept her busy, and kept Kiba from feeling the guilt he had started with the first time he’d really gone out, picked up some random girl and fucked her seven ways to hell. Poor girl could hardly walk properly as she headed home for the evening.
Two years since that day he stated so clearly he couldn’t handle glass, so he didn’t. He handled every other element strong enough to withstand his doggish nature. Two years, that’s all it took to earn himself the title of Konoha’s biggest male slut, two years to dethrone the past male slut king Kakashi. For whatever reason, that’s all it took to make the girls flock to him. Being a male slut gave him a sort of rugged sex appeal or so he’s heard the girls around town whisper thinking his hearing isn’t all that sharp. So whenever he had downtime the girls herded in his direction all of them wondering how much of an animal he truly is. Of course Akamaru didn’t seem to agree with his choice in some of those women, but he stood guard or watch whenever needed, like a faithful friend and said nothing the rest of the night when it was done.
“Okay…” She stood in some form of stance. “Here I come!” And she went. It was when she involved herself in her son’s training did they learn the boy got his thirst for knowledge from his mother. She had some speed to her movements, nothing at all what could be found on a Shinobi level, but for a woman who has zero experience in the Shinobi world, a civilian, she exceeded expectations. Learning with her boy, practicing with him, working out with him, while it whittled her body back into good form, almost back to pre-Ichiro days…. It was sickening to most.
“I think that’s it for today.” Ichiro smiled at his mother, who smiled back at him.
“Sure, sure.” She smoothed her hair and grabbed her things. “I do have to go to the store anyway.” Kanna sighed. “Hinata-Chan is coming for dinner, but if she’s coming-”
“Kiba-Kun and Shino-kun are coming!” Ichiro brightened and chattered happily with his mother as they made their way to the shopping district of the town. The stares came as always, these days not so disapproving of the fact she had a fatherless child, no these stares started coming over the fact that it was impossible to see her without her child.
“She lives for her son?”
“Really, that boy is old enough to do things without her!”
“That boy will have a serious mother complex if she doesn’t let him grow.”
“Jerks think that I don’t have ears?” She thought quite bitterly to herself filling the basket with the necessary items. “Just don’t smile in my face first.”
“Kanna-San, how are you today?” The old woman behind the counter smiled at her and Kanna could feel her eyebrow twitch. “I see you have Ichiro with you today.”
“Yes, you know us! We really only have each other.” Kanna smiled.
“So how is the academy treating you, Ichiro?” The old woman smiled as Kanna went about with the shopping, while Ichiro chatted with the woman.
“I’m doing well at the Academy…” He looked as his mother walked away.
*~*~
“Hey, Hinata.” Naruto looked at his training buddy, the two of them now filthy, sweaty and thoroughly tired.
“Yes?” She had her hands resting on the ground before her on all fours. She was moving slightly as she continued to catch her breath.
“Hinata…” He looked at the position she was in, and stared.
“Yes?” Her voice this time that much louder between her pants of breath not even aware of the blue that stared at her, and the thoughts of naughtiness that had gone with it.
“Why has Kiba been… not himself?”
“Not himself?” Hinata lifted her head to look at him.
“I mean, I know he’s a wild animal anyway-”
“Oh you mean with the far too many partners?” Hinata finally sat down her in front of her, bent at the knee and hip width apart. Oh if that position wasn’t the slightest bit enticing the ninja before her, he didn’t know what was. “Who knows…But I can’t interfere with that. I mean some of our other friends are doing it left and right. I guess they feel like living as a ninja makes their lives infinitely shorter so live it up when they can…”
“Do you feel that way?” He looked at her intently. She caught his gaze and flushed a little looking off to the side.
“Sometimes…”
“Oh, so you give yourself freely?” Naruto looked at her coyly with a smirk watching her blush spread further on her cheeks.
“No, no. Nothing like that!” She waved her hands. “I spend most of my time with Kanna and Ichiro. If not that then training with my friends or here with you, Naruto-Kun.” She looked away from him feeling so stupid right then.
“Hmm.” He squinted his eyes at her thrusting his lower lip forward with his arms now crossed. “I was listed last on that list. Not sure if I like that.”
“Don’t pass out! Don’t pass out! FOR HEAVENS SAKE DO NOT PASS OUUUT!” She felt the blood rush to her head faster and faster.
“What’s a guy got to do to make to the top of that list?” He continued to look at her in that pondering manner, or more rather his eye had spotted a tear in the collar of her shirt, deep enough give a little glimpse of the bindings she used to hold her breasts down.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t m-mean to…”
“Hmm, I could always…” It was like the light bulb went off and he smirked and shifted to lean forward.
“Naruto-Kun!” She gasped looking past him in horror. Mildly disappointed he turned around ready to strike and quickly dropped that looking at a person emerging from the forest. The face was looking to the floor, even from where they were they could see that the person was staggering terribly. Clothes were filthy, hair long and disheveled, they didn’t even appear to be Shinobi of any type.
“Oi!” Naruto called out to the person who proceeded as if they hadn’t heard him, a hand rested on a nearby tree trunk and the body fell forward with a muted thud. They rushed over to the person finding this person was indeed male when they rolled him over, and eerily his eyes were still open, his pupils rolled up into his skull showing only the whites.
“He needs help!” Hinata moved to kneel next to this nameless person.
*~*~*
“Dammit!” It seemed lately that had become the favorite term of one Uchiha Itachi as he looked up at the night sky, slowing momentarily before rushing forward. The Damn Akatsuki turned again him finally.
“You have been given more than enough ample time to seek out your Jinchuuriki.” They said to him suddenly. “Your vision fades more and more, perhaps even as we speak and your skill grows duller with it. You were in the next village over when that boy resurfaced with your brother and still you were too slow getting there. We will no longer wait for you to kill your brother to fix your failing vision.” He didn’t really need to look after when his once comrades stood facing him, weapons already drawn.
“They’ve done little more than fail me time and again.” He glances around. His vision has slowly been fading with the years, he’s a few steps above being declared blind, and he was thankful he had learned to make his squinting at objects and people to look more like he was glaring, keeping a malicious air about him.
But he knew better he finally got his plans together. Sasuke has been held captive in the prison in Konoha, since news about Orochimaru’s lack of existence spread like wildfire. His Jinchuuriki had been on limited missions to around the general area, surely that being those foolish elders thinking they can prevent the worst from happening. But there is that other problem… A rumor of a child being born also possessing the Sharingan.
That bit of news baffled the hell out of the Akatsuki. Where had the child come from, well obviously one of the Uchiha brothers has been very, very busy. While they knew of Itachi’s promiscuity, it was almost a fact that the male made no mistakes. 98% of his partners, most of them unwilling, would be found dead the following day. The remaining 2%, the bit who really had proved to further enflame his libido in some shape of form survived. The man was not foolish enough to spill his seed inside. Kisame’s witness to some of his endeavors bore witness to the man pulling up and defiling the female’s face, breasts, clothing. It didn’t matter where it landed, and then he would leave with a promise of next time. Some of them did get a next time, those ones promised he never could forget.
“But a child…” He turned his gaze to the sky seeing the sun was starting to go low. It was almost time to be off again. He wondered dimly on the edges of his mind: could the child be his? A child borne from one of his .01% time he had gotten so wrapped up in his pleasure he had forgotten to pull out. Not likely. No… it definitely couldn’t be his child… Perhaps Sasuke would enjoy the gift of watching his child get slaughtered before his eyes, he’s already failed him so far in his quest for power.
*~*~
“They’re late…” Kanna sat at the table with Ichiro listening to the second hand on the clock tick, tick, tick away the moments. It was well past seven and it wasn’t like Hinata to leave them hanging, much less Kiba and Shino. “Well, I suppose we can go on and eat. If they show they show.”
“I’ll wait. Till eight o‘clock.” He looked at his mother who merely gave a small smile.
“You shouldn’t be up so late, Shinobi-in-Training or not.”
“Eight o’clock is not late.”
“It is.”
“Its not. Dinner smells good.” The two looked up at the doorway and in strolled Kiba his hair a bit disheveled, his clothing no better. Akamaru sat nearby waiting while Kanna stood and immediately set food and water for the large dog who gave a soft yip for thanks.
“You’re late.” Kanna said stirring her pot of stew for almost the millionth time; this time serving it.
“I’m not the only one.” Kiba shook his head. “Really, why are you always so cruel to me?”
“Because.” She smiled softly and left it at that.
“What the hell kind of answer is that?!?”
“The kind that means shut up and eat.” Another voice called from the doorway, where Shino was currently kicking off his outdoor shoes.
“Were you two together or something?” Kanna looked up at the Bug-Nin.
“No. I just got a mission.” Looking further Shino indeed did have a bag on his shoulder.
“Oh. So you’re leaving now?” Kanna flopped back on her haunches and looked at him, the disappointment in her tone did nothing to hide itself.
“I have a bit of time. I packed everything first.” He sat at the table while she filled his bowl with stew, poured him tea, and various other things, as is her tradition when they have to leave for a mission. She feeds them plenty. If things go well, there will be plenty more where that came from. If things do not, then they will have left her with a hearty meal, as that is the best she could possibly do for them. “It’s too much.”
“Must we argue over this every time you leave me for a mission?” She giggled. “I feed you so much so when you think about cheating on me you’ll remember what you have at home, a pretty girlfriend who can always fill your stomach with delicious foods.”
“Cheating?” Kiba questioned.
“I could never cheat on you.” Shino spoke with his usual bouts of calmness and sternness. “I worry it will be you who does the cheating.”
“Oh!” Kanna covered her face with her napkin. “You have been having your bugs follow me again, have you?”
“I knew it.”
“What’s going on?” Kiba was growing more and more confused and more and more unhappy with this conversation.
“I couldn’t help it. With the talk of Kiba being… as good as he is… I-I just had to know for myself!”
“Kiba, you bastard.”
“Mom. Stop.” Ichiro rolled his eyes and Kanna giggled.
“Seriously, Good Luck.” Kanna turned back to the table.
“It seems easy enough.”
“Shino, it’s the easy missions that seem most dangerous.” She looked at him.
“When did you two get so close to joke in such a way?” Kiba frowned.
“At Ichiro’s entrance ceremony.” She smiled. “He accompanied me.”
“He did.” Ichiro beamed proudly. That entrance ceremony having been the happiest time in his short lived life so far.
“I would’ve went.” Kiba quieted. It was a lie, no doubt.
“I wouldn’t want you there.” Kanna answered fast having realized long ago something was amiss with the dog, but Shinobi aren’t allowed weakness.
“Why the fuck not?!?” Kiba glared suddenly very pissed at the moment.
“Language, Dog.” A slight growl from Kanna sent a thrill downward, if only momentarily. “Never mind my rep as a single mother who only lives for her son’s success; I really don’t think I need to be seen the with Village Male- Slu-- Anyway being seen with YOU does nothing for my rep right now, and even less back then.”
“It’ll do wonders for your rep. Imagine being seen with Konoha‘s renowned lover.” Kanna shot him a look and he held his hands up in defense. Shino shook his head looking at the two. In time he reminded himself, in time. Upon finishing his meal his stood ceasing all teasing. His time was up.
“Well, then good luck!” Kanna smiled at him and opened her front door with a gasp and a hand over her heart. “Shizune, what are you doing here? Bye Shino, don‘t cheat on me!” She greeted the female and said farewell to the Bug-Nin who gave a quick greeting to the medic-Nin and rushed off for his mission.
“Tsunade-Sama wants to see you.” Shizune glanced at the group.
“I didn’t do anything this time! I swear on my life I didn’t!” Kanna pointed at the female suddenly very agitated. That finger dropped promptly when a picture came up and her hand covered her mouth. “Wh-where did you get that?”
“Momma?”
“Come with me.”
“Where did you get that, Shizune?” She reached to take the picture from the woman who moved much to fast for her and put it back in her bag.
“I suggest you come with me.”
*~*~*~
“Let me go! Let me go! Let me GO!” There he was a young man with dark shiny green hair struggled with his bed restraints.
“What kind of doctor are you?!? Tying down unknown patients! I don’t have pneumonia! I CAN’T have pneumonia!”
“Well you do!” She set the clip board down.
“I can’t! I can’t Stop my search! I have to know for his sake…”
“Know what?” Tsunade looked at him.
“I…” The boy paused. “I’m looking for a friend. He-her brother is sick with worry for her well being.”
“A friend? Even if you were on some mission, it does you no good to get ill!” Her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to stare at the boy. “If this continues to go untreated it can spread into something worst and you could very well lose your life!” The young man paused in silence. “Now I suggest you rest I will be back soon enough.” The door opened and in came a pink haired nurse. “Make sure he is calm before you give him his papers to fill out.”
“Okay.” The young lady nodded checking his stats and Tsunade left the hospital. The young man sat looking out the window. “Give me a little bit of time Jiro-kun. I’ll bring Kanna back to you soon enough.”
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