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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eighteen
Right Place Wrong Time

June 14, 2009

“Preheat oven to three hundred and fifty degrees.”
Lowering the book, Naruto turned the knob on his stove to the appropriate temperature then returned to the instructions.
“Pour batter into well greased baking pan.” he read next.
“Batter’s ready.” the clone seated at the kitchen table announced.
“Got the pan ready.” the other lookalike stated from his place near the sink.
“All we gotta do is make sure it doesn’t burn and we’re home free, ‘ttebayo.” Naruto commented.
He’d never baked a cake before and was surprised by how well it was going. Though he hadn’t gotten it into the oven quite yet, still, he was proud that his time in the kitchen today had been a resounding success. Cooking excursions usually ended in catastrophe for the clumsy blonde, but so far he’d skirted by with only a handful of finger singes and one burned dish. The picnic items he’d put together weren’t as good as his girlfriend’s but they were carefully crafted and more than edible.
‘You’re a bit early, kid,’ came Kurama’s rumbling voice, ‘Anniversary celebrations are for married couples.’
Naruto pursed his lips.
“I can celebrate my relationship before marriage,” the jonin insisted, “There’s no rules that say only married couples can have anniversaries,‘ttebayo.”
He was happy and in love, what was wrong with honoring the day his world had become complete?
‘Hmph, she’s your wife in everything but name. Why plan anniversary celebrations and carry that ring around in your pocket if you’re not going to marry her?’
His blush was deep enough to do Hinata justice. He and Kurama shared his psyche, it didn’t surprise him that Kurama knew about the engagement ring the Uzumaki had purchased last October. One he’d found himself slipping into his pocket more often as his relationship grew, waiting for “the right moment” to pull it out and ask the question that left him in cold sweat. The sly fox hadn’t brought it up once until now. Naruto was more than a little embarrassed to have his shameful dilemma brought out into the open.
He wanted to marry her.
Was certain he’d met the love of his life.
But he was scared out of his wits to pop the big question.
The two had just moved back in together, had only been dating a year and were still very young by any stretch of the imagination. He didn’t want to pressure her or upset her by moving too fast. That day, when he’d had her birthday necklace commissioned, his once lonely heart had been full of unending love and exuberance the likes of which he’d never felt before. The jeweller had taken him to view engagement rings, and after realizing the depths of Hinata’s love for him, the then genin had impulsively purchased a ring with the intent of proposing that very day.
Of course, upon leaving the store, good sense had prevailed and he’d nixed the harebrained idea the moment he opened the shop door and stepped back into the brisk world of reality.
The graceful design reminding him of the shy, softly feminine woman along with the sparkling diamonds that gleamed as brightly as moon colored eyes, had immediately caught his attention. Several thousand ryo later, he’d walked out the door with the stunning piece. Since that spontaneous purchase, he’d kept the ring, a two carat diamond frame set in 14k white gold, inside its box and tucked safely in his pocket.
Come hell or high water, he was going to marry Hinata Hyuuga. He had zero doubt about that, but the when and how was what held him back.
“I am going to marry her, dattebayo. It’s just…”
‘You’re scared.’
The simple statement carried no mockery or censure, merely cut through to the heart of the young male’s anxiety.
It was true.
He was scared.
That past year had been amazing, the weeks following their decision to move in together deepening his sense of contentment and forcing the engagement ring to the forefront of his mind. Having never been in a relationship before, he had no idea if he was moving too fast. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off by asking for the ultimate form of commitment.
‘This female of yours seems highly enamored with you and admits to being so long before the age of maturity. I have my doubts the woman would reject the promise of marriage with you.’
Naruto sighed.
Deep down, he didn’t think she would either, but it was hard not to give credence to his worries. This was a really big step in their relationship.
He just didn’t want it to go wrong.
‘You faced Kaguya with little fear and yet slipping a ring on the finger of a female that’s as obsessed with you as you are with her, has you quaking in your headband.’
The kyuubi gave a mental shake of his head.
‘Humans.’ he grumbled with a feigned exasperated huff.
Naruto rolled his eyes.
“It’s more complicated than you’re making it. She has a family to consider, Clan duties that may make it hard for her to say “yes”. She’s still the heir of the Hyuuga and I don’t want her to be put in the situation of having to choose between us.”
‘Even so, you should already know who she would choose if she had to. She seemed certain of her emotions when last we spoke.’
“Ehhhh?! What do you mean ‘when last we spoke’?” all three Naruto’s exclaimed, surprised rather than upset the two had had a conversation.
Kurama grinned, sharp teeth gleaming.
‘After one of your more energetic nights of mating,’ he explained, chuckling at the Jinchuuriki’s embarrassment, ‘she lay awake and reached out to me. She was concerned that something was bothering you that you didn’t feel comfortable telling her. You’d been dancing around the decision to ask her to move in at the time.’
He had been acting a bit out of character in the days leading up to it. Sweating and tongue tied, gut churning and fidgeting much like he was now with the ring in his pocket. He’d seen her worried gaze, evaded her troubled questions with fake, uncomfortable grins as he grappled internally.
‘She didn’t ask anything personal or specific, saying she didn’t want to invade your privacy, but asked if you were okay.’
Naruto moved back as his clone placed the pan in the oven.
“What’d you say?”
‘That you had a few things on your mind but it was nothing for her to worry about.’
The news eased the twinge of worry that had wormed into his mind. He was glad his inner friend had eased his girlfriend’s troubled mind.
“Thanks, Kurama.” he said with a smile.
Unsurprisingly, the big lug huffed, making a show of being “inconvenienced” by the drama of humans.
‘Hmph, what else was there to do but talk to her after you two kept me up all night. Who can sleep through all-’
“I know, I know, the noise,” Naruto finished with hot cheeks, “Just make sure you keep your eyes closed tonight, would ya?”
He didn’t believe his friend’s claim anyway. Having been locked away inside humans for years and years at a time, the nine tails had honed his ability to sleep in a way that left him undisturbed by sounds such as the ones that came from Naruto’s bedroom. Short of the young jonin prodding Kurama awake or the strange fluctuations of energy, little could knock the fox from his dormant state. Heated moans and a creaking bed fell into the category of ignorable noise for a sleeping kyuubi.
The kitsune scuffed.
‘I’m older than your village, kid. I’ve seen humans mate more times than I can count. Its one of your favorite pass times. What are you embarrassed about?’
“It’s just weird, alright.” Naruto pouted.
He considered the old fox family and though he’d never had a real one, he was sure that family members didn’t sit in the room while a relative ploughed their girlfriend. More heat shot to his face as Kurama launched into gut deep laughter at the mental image his thought produced.
Naruto refused to change his position on the matter. He couldn’t do anything about the…noise they made during lovemaking but he’d at least like to be able to keep something private.
xxxxxx
Dressed causally in orange t-shirt and tan shorts, Naruto watched his clones hop from one rooftop to another, arms laden with food items and other material. Standing in the middle of a moderately busy area of the shopping district, the young jonin had purchased the final items he’d needed for his surprise and had sent his other selves to set it all up. Satisfied when the last clone disappeared from sight, he turned, walking in the direction of the Hokage tower.
His lover was due back from patrol today, and he planned to wait for her return.
“Hey! Naruto!”
He stopped at the sound of his name, looking over his shoulder at the three women moving towards him. He grinned, happy to see two of the females in particular. Sakura looked better than she had in days. The shadows in her eyes weren’t as deep, the sadness that had cloaked her shoulders a little less apparent. Ino was much the same, her disposition sunnier than it was a week ago.
He’d caught up with them both weeks ago, given them words of encouragement but ultimate, had been less helpful than the support they offered each other. The young Uzumaki was just glad they had someone that eased the burden from their shoulders, even if that person wasn’t him.
“What’s with all the clones?” Ino asked when they reached him.
He grinned, ruffling the blonde hair at his nape as he explained.
“Me and Hinata have been together a year today so I thought I’d set up a special date for us.”
“Awww,” Tenten gushed, “that’s so sweet, Naruto.”
The weapons expert sighed.
“Too bad you don’t have a smarter, cuter brother,” she grumbled.
Naruto’s brow twitched.
“Thanks…I think.” he replied.
Ino giggled.
“It really is very sweet,” Ino agree, “What do you have planned?”
Enthused, Naruto explained the overnight camp out date he’d come up with, the foods he’d made, the cinnamon roll cake he’d baked, grinning that the dark haired Hyuuga could never resist a cinnamon roll, let alone one made into a cake.
“Cinnamon cake, edible food, a romantic getaway, all for a one year anniversary. Jeez, Naruto, you’ve got it real bad,” Sakura teased when he finished, “If you love her so much, why don’t you marry her already?”
“I’m surprised Konoha’s number one lovey dovey couple hasn’t already made plans to walk down the aisle.” Tenten joined in.
The bashful jonin was silent, rubbing the back of his head while red stained his cheeks. The girls watched in stunned silence as he nonchalantly pulled a small box from his pocket, opening the container to reveal the engagement ring.
“I want to marry her, ‘ttebayo,” he explained, “For a while now but I haven’t worked up the nerve to propose yet. I get tongue tied and nervous and I don’t know why.”
“Oh my God, are you serious?” Tenten gasped.
“Naruto!” Ino gushed when she got a look at the ring, “when on earth did buy thisssss? It’s gorgeous!”
Face the color of a tomato, Naruto admitted when he’d purchased the shiny band.
“That long ago and you haven’t asked her yet?” Sakura questioned incredulously.
Naruto fidgeted, embarrassed as he explained his hesitancy. He was grateful for the female input and perspective. While he trusted Kurama’s judgment on certain things, there was no denying the face that Kurama was a guy. It felt different to hear the thoughts of another female, carrying a bit more weight for the blonde jonin.
“Don’t be silly Naruto,” Sakura said after, “Do you honestly think she’d be anything other than over the moon to marry you?”
“Yeah, who cares how old you are or how soon it happens, if it's right for your relationship then I say go for it.” Ino encouraged.
“Go for it Naruto,” Tenten echoed, “It’ll blow her mind!”
Feeling confident and bolstered by the support, Naruto nodded, determination filling his blue eyes.
“Thanks guys. Tonight, I’m gonna ask her to marry me.” he declared fiercely.
xxxxxx
Naruto swallowed, gut clenched with nerves as he dropped to one knee, box in hand, presenting the engagement ring to the woman in front of him. Sweaty fingers gripped the small square, shaking as he forced himself to speak.
“H-Hinata…I love you…m-more than anything in the the world,” he gulped before he worked up the nerve to finish, the words bursting from his lips, “I-I know we’re still young a-and I know we’ve only been together for a year but I…Please marry me!”
Silence filled the room.
Naruto stared up at the dark haired woman, waiting anxiously for her to speak. His heart pounded, sweat beading his upper lip, feeling a bit green around the gills. His Addams apple bobbed when her lips parted and drew in a slight breath.
“That’s pathetic,” came the reply “even I wouldn’t marry you…er…me.”
Naruto sighed heavily from his kneeling position on the floor of his living room. An abrupt puff of smoke signaled the release of the transformation jutsu his clone had cloaked itself in. An image of himself, hands on hips and glaring down at him replaced the beautiful Hyuuga he’d masqueraded as.
“This is hard, ‘ttebayo,” Naruto muttered, rubbing tension from his neck.
After his decision, he’d high tailed it home to practice while he had the time. The sun was beginning to descend and the closer to evening it grew, the more he was beginning to sweat. Making the decision to propose had been easier than he’d thought, figuring out what the hell he was going to say was harder.
“I want this moment to be perfect like in the movies.” he pouted.
“Well this isn’t a movie, this is real life, and if you don’t get serious Hinata will never want to marry us!” the clone grouched, “Now try it again.”
Naruto straightened his spine with a determined nod.
“Hinata! I love you more than life itself! I want to be with you for the rest of my life! Will you marry me, ‘ttebayo?!” the Uzumaki fairly shouted.
“No way! That’s terrible! You’ll freak her out speaking that forceful, and who adds “’ttebayo” to a proposal, dattebayo?!”
“It comes out when I get nervous, ‘ttebayo! You do it too so you’re one to talk!” the original scolded the copy.
“Well cut it out at least for this! This is important, ‘ttebayo!”
“I know that!” he growled back, fingers mussing his golden locks in frustration, “why the hell do you think I’m panicking and practicing this on your ugly mug?!”
“My ugly mug?!” the lookalike sputtered, outraged, “you’re the original, idiot! If I’m ugly what do you think you look like?”
“Will you shut up and let me do this, ‘ttebayo! We’re only gonna get one shot to do this right tonight and I’m not gonna get rejected because I couldn’t get my shit together!”
“Well hurry it up then!” the clone needled, once again transforming into their idea of perfection.
The stressed blonde ignored the impatient words in favor of finding the right words that would, hopefully, convince the love of his life to become his wife. He cleared his throat, bright blue eyes shinning, staring into beautiful lilac.
Anxiety twisted his gut.
Why the hell was this so hard?
He loved her more than life and he knew she felt the same way about him. He couldn’t imagine her turning him down and yet he was terrified her lips would form the one word that would break his heart.
With everything that was going on, maybe now wasn’t the right time.
“Come on!” the Hinata imitation prodded, fist raised, “We’ve gotten this far, we made the decision, and we never go back on our word, ‘ttebayo!”
Naruto took a breath, closing his eye briefly before straightening his spine, his hand steady as he held out the ring again, reaching deep down for the words that would convey everything he felt for his other half.
xxxxxx
Naruto leapt upward, chakra cloaked feet searching and finding purchase along the rockface. Hinata giggled, tightening her arms around his neck, her legs dangling before wrapping around his waist.
“Hang on, ‘ttebayo.” he laughed as she nuzzled his cheek.
The two had been scaling the steep cliff for several minutes, on their way to the spot Naruto had set up for their romantic tryst. Having finally found the words for his proposal, the excited blonde had collected his girlfriend as she left the Hokage tower, tossed her on his back and took off, laughingly explaining to his stunned significant other that it was their one year anniversary and he’d planned something special before sprinting through the village, past the outskirts of town and out into the wilderness of Fire Country. Bounding from tree to tree and with a chortling female on his back, he’d reached the base of a precipice and began an energetic sprint up the large slab of rock at a ninety degree angle.
The pair crested the bluff, shooting up and over the lip before taking off again. The sun was low by the time they arrived at the predetermined destination. The clones he’d sent ahead had done a great job setting up the cozy campsite. A cheerfully crackling fire illuminated the grassy clearing. On one side of the fire pit, a low table had been placed atop a soft red blanket. Burning white candles, two empty flutes and the food he’d prepared were arranged atop the small, portable table. Chilled wine inside a bucket of ice sat next to the surface, and a large, two person sleeping bag was laid out a short distance from the fire.
It wasn’t the most romantic or complicated set up, but he’d known she’d like the remote, intimacy of the spot he’d chosen, a spot perfect for stargazing later. He set her on her feet, turning to gauge her reaction. Her pale eyes were wide and surprised, delight spreading over her face.
“Happy one year anniversary, ‘ttebayo.” he presented, arms outstretched.
He grinned, flushed with pride and a little bashful as he smoothed his hand over the back of his head. She’d placed her hands over mouth, emotional orbs meeting his. Sensing the waterworks brewing, he reached for one of her hands, tugging her into the romantic setup and leading her to the table.
“Don’t cry,” he chuckled over her shoulder, “Tonight we’re-”
Her slight form collided with his back, slender arms wrapping around his waist. His expression softened as her fingers gripped the shirt at his abdomen. His heart ached, filling with sadness. He shifted, turning to face the sniffling woman. He didn’t need her to voice the source of her tears, to know why she was weepy. In the heat of an intimate moment, she’d sometimes get teary eyed, telling him how many times she’d dreamed of being with him, that sometimes it still felt like all of this was a fantasy she would wake up from one day.
It left him feeling so humble, so irritated with himself that his past obliviousness continued to touch their relationship.
“A year later and you’re still scared this is a dream?” he murmured, thumbs wiping the hot salty droplets from her cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered, bottom lips trembling.
He pressed his mouth to hers, filling the meeting of lips with as much love as he could muster before pulling back, smiling brightly.
“Come on, Hinata, you have a better chance of leaving me than you have of me leaving you.”
“I’d never leave you, Naruto-kun.”
“And neither would I,” he wiped more tears, “So no more tears, okay?”
She nodded, lips curling as the sadness cleared from her gaze.
They sat down for their evening meal, Hinata mostly quiet at first, before the good nature and teasing of her boyfriend drew her out of her melancholy. Minutes later the pair were chatting and laughing, clinking their glasses together and sipping the smooth bubbly wine as they at. Hinata was more than delighted with the cake he’d made. Though the sugary dessert was slightly over baked and a bit too sweet, but she ate as though the world's greatest chef had baked it.
The sun was gone, the candles burning low and cute girlfriend was giggling, slightly inebriated and full of affection as he led her to the two person padded sleeping bag for star gazing.
The tipsy, porcelain skinned female was more interested in him than the twinkling fireballs, however. He’d arranged them side by side, intending to cuddle but found himself lying beneath the wet sloppy kisses and caresses of an aroused woman. She straddled him, heated core pressed to his crotch. Plush lips slid over neck, the soft hint of tongue sending chills down his spine, his cock hardening when her fingers slipped under his shirt.
His own hands whispered over the curves of her body, gliding down to cup the generous globes of her bottom, squeezing as she began a slow grind of their cloth covered genitals, sweeping his mouth with her tongue.
The sweet taste of wine and cinnamon filled his senses.
He tangled his tongue with hers, sucking at her moist lips as he unsnapped her ninja tool bag at her waist before reaching for the zipper of her sleeveless top, grateful for the easy access her mission gear provided when large pale breasts held in a scrap of black lace met his heated gaze.
He hooked a finger in the cloth, tugging down until her coral nipples popped free. He lifted to capture one between his lips. She moaned, slipping her fingers through his hair as he ran his tongue over the hard bud, grinding against him with each tug of his mouth.
His hands slipped over thighs, stroking over the silky stockings as he nuzzled the soft skin between her naked breasts before paying her other nipple the same wet attention.
“Mmmhmmm.” she moaned.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him away to tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Desire coiled in the pit of his stomach as eager hands slid over the tanned skin of his chest, her dark head dipping to feather kisses over his skin, her tongue tracing over the steep dips of muscle.
He groaned, stroking her dark stands.
She moved again, rising over him, her busy hand leaving the hard planes of his abdomen in favor of slipping past the waist bands of his shorts, and wrapping her fingers around his throbbing length. His breath hitched, releasing in a hiss of pleasure as she stroked him, pumping his heated flesh with practiced ease.
Her touch was confident and teasing, thumb slipping over the sensitive underside of his mushroom tip, drawing a shiver from his body.
“Hinata.” he groaned, hips lifting reflexively.
The tipsy Hyuuga shifted, straddling his thighs and releasing him long enough to shrug from her shirt and chuck her bra. She tugged at his shorts, pulling far enough to release his hardened length from the confines of the cloth. Ecstasy washed over him when her fingers wrapped around him again. She leaned over him, pumping his cock with long strokes, dark hair forming a silky curtain. His breath hitched, need shooting through him as he filled his hands with the perfect breasts swaying with the flex of her fondling hand.
She moaned as he rubbed her nipples, tightening her grip on his cock, working the hardened flesh with excited strokes, breasts heaving with each indrawn breath.
Her cheeks flushed with alcohol and excitement, she leaned down to fuse their lips, her wet lips descending to his chin.
Over his throat.
Between his pecs.
The ridges of his abdomen.
And down below.
He moaned, fingers threading through her hair as she engulfed his cock in hot wet heat, her mouth and tongue gliding up and down his sex. Tension tightened his limbs as she set a brutal pace. Her head bobbing in his lap, the quick up and down of her suckling mouth and the tight pumping of her fist leaving him struggling to catch his breath.
Wet sucking and his own heated groans of bliss filled the night.
He stroked her dark head, cerulean orbs staring up at the glinting stars, grimacing in ecstasy when her tongue stroked his throbbing tip. The incredible sensation of a blow job beneath the night sky robbing him of coherent thought.
He groaned, gritting his teeth against the gut wrenching pleasure, fighting the explosion bubbling in his balls.
He sucked in several breaths when she relented, giving him a break from the punishing pace. He was spinning as she slowed, distantly wondering why he was only just now experiencing sex with a tipsy Hinata, and wondering how soon he could do it again.
His muscles tensed as she settled into a steady pace of suck and pump, alternating between her suckling mouth, slurping him with enough force to knock the breath from his lungs, and the tight grip of her hand, stroking his moist cock from root to tip. Pressure built, the tingling sensation of impending nirvana hovering on the edge of his mind. She may as well have continued the incredible pace of earlier. His control was shot, the bliss almost more than he could stand. Her mouth tightened on his cock, soft fingers sliding over his balls. His eyes squeezed shut, orgasm blooming.
He panted, struggling to hold back the gut churning climax as his cock met her throat, slick flesh closing over his thick rod.
Her tongue moved over his tip, lips latching on in a cheek hollowing suckle, the sensual move, one that always drove him crazy. Sweat dotted his forehead, brows crinkling as her mouth moved down again, the lips wrapped around his cock coming close to meeting his groin.
His mind was reeling, searching and failing to recall a time he’d ever been this deep in her mouth.
Need clawed at his spine.
“Ohhh, yeah.” he groaned, fucking her mouth with shallow pumps of his hips.
He sucked in several breaths, head twisting on the pillow beneath him.
“Oh shit,” he gasped, his world narrowing to the pleasure shooting through his sex, “I’m gonna cum.”
Her fingers reached for his sack again, gently squeezing, coaxing him to release. Locked in the throes of ecstasy, he gave in to the insistent pulls of her mouth, orgasm exploding from his cock in a rush of hot semen, his fingers tightening in the silky strands of hair as his body convulsed. His spine arched, a low groan of completion leaving his lips. Soft fingers slid over his quivering thighs, caressing his tanned skin as he came.
She swallowed, milking his body with merciless squeezes her mouth.
He twitched, the sensation agonizingly good.
Cool night air brushed his genital as he slipped from her lips. The slide of a tongue and plush lips moving over his sensitive tip sent heat through his body, her gentle kisses to his privates stirring his blood.
He was up and moving moments later, plucking her shorts and panties off and shucking his own along with his boxers, his heated length filling again, throbbing with need.
He joined their bodies in one hard thrust, shoving his cock into wet, tight heat.
“Naruto,” she gasped, slender, stocking encased legs sliding along his calves, “Oh yes.”
He gave her as good she gave him, melding their bodies with deep hard strokes, setting a frenzied pace that turned her soft mewls into gasping cries of ecstasy.
Her pale hands gripped his arms as he pounded in her body, her heated core tightening. Rough hands lifted her hips, intense blue orbs watching the coral tipped tits as they bounced with each hard lunge of his body, the intoxicating jiggle sending lust to his gut. The sapphire half of their necklace winked at him, glowing in the backdrop of snowy white skin. The twinkling blue representing his deepest affections and a brand of possession.
The jewelry piece drew his mind to the ring he’d brought, the symbolism it’d display when slid on her finger. Letting the world know this beautiful woman was to become his wife.
A permanent, irrevocable member of his family.
Tied to him and he to her in a way he’d never experienced.
His name attached hers.
Hinata Uzumaki…
His mouth fused to hers, groin slapping against hers as the stirring thoughts stoked him to frantic need. He lunged against her body, pounding into her in a desperate need to be closer. To connect them deeper than the blissful joining of their genitals. She squeaked against his kiss, her body tensing beneath the onslaught of his thrusting hips. The tight clutch of her core seized, spasming, milking and bathing his cock in slippery orgasm.
His breath hitched as he exploded, fingers gripping her thighs as he emptied his balls into the welcoming heat of her body. He trembled, groaning into her mouth as pleasure rocked his body, the sudden shattering of tension launching him into paradise.
Soft fingers caressed his sweat slicked back, her mouth moving over his, low moans of fading ecstasy leaving her throat. He lowered his body to hers, resting on his forearms and touching his mouth to hers with light kisses.
He nuzzled her cheek, sighing as euphoric relief spread through his muscles.
“That was great, ‘ttebayo.”
She giggled, returning the affectionate nuzzle with one of her own. Gentle arms wrapped around his neck, her fingertips tracing his shoulders. He stroked the soft skin along her waist and hip, blue orbs gleaming as they met her own tender lilac, the milky depths reflecting the twinkling stars above their heads.
“I love you.” she murmured, lips curling, fingers moving to caress his blonde spiky hair, “This was an amazing anniversary celebration, Naruto-kun. I can’t wait for our next one.”
Neither could he.
He leaned into the tender strokes of her hands.
Her touch was soothing, adoring and painful loving. The sweetness of her embrace made his heart ache. He swallowed, moisture dampening his eyes. Her palm slid over his cheek, her face soft with concern.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered, “What’s wrong?”
Emotion clogged his throat, warmth flooding his chest.
Something inside him clicked, his world narrowing to this very moment in time. The love in her eyes, the affection she gave him freely and without condition, the laughter they shared, the intimate moments of hot passion and gentle caressing merged, blooming into soul deep peace.
This was it.
If he’d had any doubt before that making Hinata Hyuuga his wife was the right choice regardless of age, timing or anything else he was afraid of, they were banished in that instant. Washed away in the intimate moment of shared passion and aching tenderness that bloomed between them. He felt closer to her than he’d ever felt before, connected to her in a way he’d never been with another living soul.
It wasn’t the proposal he’d rehearsed with his clones, he didn’t even have the ring in his hand, and yet the words churned in his gut, the question moving to his lips.
“Hinata,” he began, twining her hand with his own, “Will you-”
Kurama stirred, Naruto’s own gut churned with dread as he felt something…rip.
Pain erupted along his naked back, followed by the nauseating scent of burning flesh. Droplets of what felt like molten lava pelted his spine. The soft sizzle of his skin dissolving reached his ears. Confused agony clouded his mind, clearing the moment he heard the pained gasp of the woman beneath him.
Chakra flooded his body, the orange, golden energy taking the shape of the kyuubi’s head, shielding the couple from the acidic precipitation melting the romantic backdrop around them.
“Naruto-kun,” Hinata gasped, moving to sit up as they watched their camp dissolve, “What’s going on?”
He moved, sitting back on his haunches, blue orbs peering through the protection of chakra and out at the wilting trees, slipping into senjutsu a moment later.
“I don’t know,” he murmured absently, “It looks like acid, ‘ttebayo.”
He searched their immediate area before branching out, reaching for the slightest sign of a culprit for the attack. His search came up empty. Not a single trace of chakra outside their own, no void ducking his seeking inquiry. His ears weren’t ringing either, ruling out the jubokko. The burning rain hadn’t come from an enemy, at least not one he could sense. He looked back at his girlfriend, waiting as her veined eyes moved around, searching the terrain, before finally looking up and stopping.
“What do you see?”
She shook her head quietly, confusion marring her brow, lips moving as though to explain but unsure of what to say.
“The sky is…” she hesitated, eyes straining, “The acid is coming from the sky but there’s something else…something…I can barely make out what it is. It’s looks like…there’s something beyond the clouds…almost like a…black hole…but its faint…”
She leaned forward, squinting harder.
“Its dark, with really jagged edges, but its really faint, more like an outline of a tear…”
“A tear?” Naruto questioned, “Like the sky ripped?”
“It looks like a tear but the sky looks…intact and the rip is hazy but…one moment it looks ripped, and another moment it looks…normal.”
The veins retreated.
Hinata wiped her eyes, a pained expression contorting her face.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Can you get my bag?”
Warm heat soothed his back, the chard skin on his back flaking off as new, healthy flesh took its place. He turned, searching the confines of their chakra barrier for her shinobi tool pouch. He found the bag at the edge of the protected area, along side a few articles of their clothing. He grabbed the pouch, along with his shirt, her shorts and bra. Locating his pants at the foot of their sleeping bag, he slipped them on, handing her his shirt to wear. Hers, along with his boxer were outside the boundaries of protection, the pieces of cotton no match for the corrosive rain. The clear chemically enhanced raindrops had intensified, pouring from the tear that wasn’t a tear, hissing as they pelted the chakra bubble.
He turned his attention to the dark haired Hyuuga as she moved bright green palms over the small chemical wounds that littered her arms and collar bone.
After she’d taken care of the worst of the burns, they both smeared ointment from her pouch over the minor wounds. She pulled his shirt over her head, pulled on her shorts and moved to lean against the shirtless jonin.
“What do you think is going on, Naruto-kun?” she asked as they watched the rain, “I didn’t see anyone near us and you didn’t sense anyone but I don’t think this is a natural phenomenon.”
Naruto wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her into the warmth of his body.
“Beats me,” he shrugged, “I can feel stuff happening, like I felt the rip but I couldn’t tell you how or why it happened. It woke Kurama up again too.”
“You think it might have something to do with the jubokko?” she questioned, “It seems like, ever since those things showed up, really weird things keep happening. The jubokko, that explosion we felt the other night, now this. I’d be really surprised if it was all just one huge coincidence.”
“I don’t think it is either,” he muttered, hawkish blue orbs watching a tree topple, “Every time something’s happened, I sensed it and it kind of felt like the same energy.”
‘Familiar.’ Kurama agreed.
“Yeah, I mean, they felt familiar in the sense it seemed like it was coming from the same source, but not the way you mean it, right?”
Having witness discussions between bijuu and Jinchuuriki numerous times, his girlfriend waited quietly for him to finish his internal discussion.
Naruto felt the equivalent of a nod from the fox.
‘The sense of familiarity feels like a distant memory. I feel it at the edge of my mind but cannot put name to it.’
The news worried the dark haired Hyuuga as he shared Kurama’s words with her.
“This all just feels really ominous,” she said with a shiver, “Someone or something is at the center of all this and I can only imagine why they’re doing it.”
He was inclined to agree.
The corrosive rainstorm lasted long into the night, tapering off several hours after sunrise. Their once, beautiful romantic spot was now a ravaged waste land. The green grass was completely burned away, trees mangled and some nothing more than a puddle of gunk. Besides the clothes they’d saved and their sleeping bag, nothing of their camp was recognizable or salvageable. Everywhere he looked was burned, melted and dissolved into pools of sludge. The rip in the sky had covered a wide range of land. The devastation as far as the eye could see and he wondered if the weather anomaly had reached the village.
The entire scene was made even more disturbing by the lazily drifting clouds above, the destruction at odds with the cheerful sunshine streaming through the fluffy white masses. Naruto looked up at the bright blue sky, troubled cerulean orbs moving back and forth. Not a single part looked out of place. No tear and no sign it had ever produced the deadly rain.
“You can still see it?” he asked.
“With my Byakugan, yes, but not very well. Its fading in and out…The edges of the rip look…alive,” she smoothed her hands over her arms as though chilled, “the way it moves…”
Unease slithered up his spine.
“We need to get back to village and report it to Kakashi-sensei,” he looked back at her, taking her hand, “Stay close to me, ‘ttebayo.”
She nodded, hand gripping his as they began the trek back to Konoha.
xxxxxx
“We’re too late. My sister is no longer viable.” the Otsutsuki said, “We need another course of action. Perhaps the brats she’s birthed will be useful. The newborns will keep her busy, leaving us more than a few years to plan. ”
Sasuke watched the male pace, his white eyes fierce. He looked younger, his hair no longer waist length, but trimmed just below his shoulders. Dressed in white robes, the deceased Otsutsuki looked like a fresh faced youth, his pale skin infused with a healthy glow, the horns atop his head smaller. The room behind him looked strange, the walls made of a shifting metallic material, the light of the room a muted cyan. Sasuke’s dark gaze moved around the well lit space, drawn to the unfamiliar objects in the room, the oddly shaped items that looked foreign, alien, leaving him confused and curious as to what purpose or function they served.
“Follow Toriyama,” white haired man commanded, “I’ve heard rumors that my brother may be behind the theft of the seeds and tablets. We need to know the truth of the whispers. Follow him to that dimension and if he has them, contact me immediately.”
The short message faded, another taking its place.
Sasuke felt dizzy as the scene shifted, his head spinning. He opened eyes he hadn’t realized had closed
The Otsutsuki appeared a bit older this time, his hair gathered in a high ponytail, ending mid back, and his pallor was decidedly dim compared to his earlier glow. The forested area at his back was even stranger than the previous room. Tall, burnt sienna trees were gnarled and curved, the leaves a dim orange. The grass was brown, though he didn’t get the impression the color was due to neglect or dehydration. The color looked natural on the short blades, blending well with odd pigmentation of nearby vegetation and flora.
The usually immaculate garb of the Otsutsuki was torn and dirtied, one of the sleeves of his robed top ripped off completely.
His exposed arm was covered in lacerations. The Uchiha’s eyes narrowed on the green liquid seeping from the opened skin, it’s consistency familiar, though the color was different.
Blood.
Green blood.
Sasuke’s mind replayed the night the Otsutsuki had died. The green trickle of liquid that had seeped from his mouth and nose.
“They’re thin with wrinkled skin,” the Otsutsuki described, “horns in place of eyes, their jaws are elongated and lined with sharp teeth, and yet they speak through the pores of their flesh.”
The description was one the Uchiha knew all too well. The hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end as he listened.
“They seem to be searching, scouting. What they’re looking for, I’ve yet to surmise. They’ve entered our realm through small portals, tearing through dimensions much like we do, though their rifts are sloppy, jagged,” he explained, “They leave trails. The tracks they leave are gunmetal gray, and seem to have a level of consciousness. Toju-sama believes it may be Cyilo…I’m skeptical. Cyilo was said to have perished several millennia ago but even I can no longer dismiss our leader’s ramblings as the raving paranoia of a madman. His warnings are beginning to manifest.”
His white eyes were troubled.
“If it is him…if he’s truly returned…we may not be able to save the home world, let alone keep ourselves alive. We’re scattered, spread too thin across dimensions, but even with all of us…”
He lifted his bloodied arm, palm out, a small box, the size and reflective material similar to the transmitter.
“This is a copy of the information we’ve unearthed about Cyilo, familiarize your self with it. We may be able to glean his weaknesses within the text. Its written in the old dialect. The first fifty pages have already been decoded and translated, but progress is slow. Read through them and begin decoding what you can. You’ve been off world longer than most so I’ve included a deciphering key and notes inside. We need as many men as we can spare to decode. Any and all new information is to be uploaded and shared through the common link, immediately.”
Sasuke’s hand moved of its own accord, reaching for the cube.
Reality exploded, the holographic alien and his strange world dissolving, slamming the dark haired shinobi back into the here and now. He panted softly, the throb in his eye was distant, the pain more manageable than it had ever been. His legs shaky but steadfast in their support of his weight.
Taking several moments to breathe, Sasuke slowly straightened.
He glanced around, watching the sun descend, calculating the time lost.
Half an hour, forty-five minutes at the most. His time inside was improving, his access to the information within the communicator slowly expanding. The messages were out of order, however, leaving him to piece together the chain of events the best he could, filling in the gaps when he could later.
The information he had now was more than a little worrisome.
Whatever, whoever had destroyed the Otsutsuki world was headed their way, whether it was following the trail of the Otsutsuki or for another purpose was up for debate. With the confirmation of more Otsutsuki being directed to their world, it also validated his own suspicions that the alien race had infiltrated more than just their dimension, but perhaps even high levels of their government.
He’d noticed changes months ago, had heard hushed whispers among the locals of villages he passed through.
The stories of high ranking members of government going missing, only to return…wrong.
Pale.
Thin.
Their hair turned as white as a sheet.
Personalities changing.
Even the person’s taste in clothing shifting, favoring light shades of gray.
The rumors of impersonation were strong in areas far from shinobi villages, occurring more so in the Nation of Wind and Fire. Who or what was replacing the servicemen had eluded the Uchiha, and with the opening of the rifts, he’d had less time to pursue the open question, in favor of eliminating tangible enemies.
Now, he was nearly certain that the Otsutsuki were behind the body switches.
Was certain, after watching the changes sweeping through every nation, that more than just Fire and Wind was compromised.
To what extent, he was unsure.
He looked down at his hand, only mildly surprised to see the box from the message of the dead Otsutsuki clutched in his palm.
He brought the box to eye level, activating his dojutsu.
Several hours later, the cube remained inactive, unresponsive to his Rinnegan. Sasuke frowned, pocketing the device before continuing to his destination. He veered off the dirt path an hour later, wading through tall grass. It was the dead of the night when he reached the small, clear stream. The moon’s glow reflecting against the flowing water.
Standing at the water’s edge, he waited no longer than a handful of minutes before he felt someone approach.
He turned, watching as a silent figure dropped down near him.
The bird mask wearing Anbu stood, moving to stand before him. Sasuke wasted little time, beginning the detailed report the other male had come for, starting with his suspicions and ending with the messages he’d recently unlocked. He reached into his pocket for the box.
“This is the newest device recovered,” Sasuke stated, holding it out, “It doesn’t respond to my Rinnegan. I have a theory that perhaps it can be unlocked with the Byakugan.”
Much like the information the one armed shinobi had shared, the Anbu made no comment or outward appearance of emotion as he took the cube.
Sasuke froze.
The hair at his nape stood on end, a sensation he was more than a little familiar with, but it felt…huge. The ripping washing over his skin like icy fingers. His purple and red gaze shot over the terrain, searching for the rift that had opened. Shadows met his seeking eyes. He turned in a circle, something gray catching his peripherals.
His eyes widened as he looked up.
The Anbu followed him as he moved into the surrounding brush, finding and bounding up the branches of the tallest tree in the area.
He stood at the top, taking in what appeared to be a massive rift miles away.
The shimmery, gunmetal edges were bright, cutting through the gray sub-world he occupied, black droplets of what appeared to be rain darting from the dark hole. Even from the great distance, Sasuke estimated it was large enough to cover the entirety of Konoha in whatever the substance it was currently raining. Unease skated up his spine. He turned, staring in the opposite direction as two more opened, pelting the land below it in black droplets.
xxxxxx
September 4, 2009

The quarantined, access restricted medical research and examination department was located deep within the confines of the underground facilities of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. The new structure contained more than a dozen villagers and shinobi in various stages of infection. Ravaged by the jubokko and fighting the agonizing effects of the tsuchi, the injured patients had been brought below for assessment and testing. The sufferers were subsequently attached to IV drips that administered a continuous flow of a very potent cocktail of medication that induced a comatic state, rendering the victims immobile and unconscious, unaware of their surroundings and free of pain.
The top secret department boasted several isolation rooms situated behind plexiglass. Each containment space was fitted with two small observational cameras in the upper corners of the reinforced steel walls, and a single bed, equipped with black restraint belts and wheels. Several pieces of equipment sat on either sides of the gurney, and a thick, tan privacy curtain was affixed to the ceiling above both machinery and bed.
Connected to the individual rooms, was a long hall that lead to a set of double doors, beyond which, several pockets of laboratory space in which the research team operated; developing and testing experimental treatment to combat tsuchi, new surgeries to remove the black gunk.
One pink haired shinobi struggled over a comatose patient. Sakura took a calming breath, emerald orbs narrowed in concentration. The battered form beneath her hands didn’t move, but it may as well have been squirming around on the surgical table for all it mattered to the medical nin.
The young woman beneath her hands was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the pinkette standing over her with a scalpel. Attached to life sustaining machinery, the blue haired female, little older than Sakura herself, lay prone on the metal table, covered from the neck down with the exception of her abdomen. Her soft, flat tummy had been bathed in iodine and marked for with dotted lines, indicating where she was to be cut.
Sakura was nervous, her hands shaking, sweat slipping down her temples as she hesitated. The delicate surgical procedure was new and untested, the end result of numerous failed experiments before it.
This would either be an incredible addition to the current treatment they had, or would end up another failure, another death to stain her hands.
“Calm down,” came a raspy voice to her right, “You’re panicking. You need to pay attention to even the smallest detail.”
Unease slid over her skin, the man at her side filling her with mistrust, distaste and bad memories. The two had been paired together for the past month, freshly appointed co-heads of the recently assembled medical division, and charged with overseeing the accompanying medical team and analytical data produced. Decisions were to be made jointly but in cases of emergency where only one individual was present, either party could make a determination without the other.
A situation Sakura wanted to avoid.
She glanced over at the piercing gold eyes before gathering her tattered nerves and returning to the task at hand and making the first cut.
Even after the events of the war and his apparent reforming of his evil ways, she could honestly say she still didn’t trust the former rogue Sannin.
Orochimaru had hurt a lot more people than he’d helped.
More people than his life alone could make up for.
The slippery, former rouge had been a source of great pain and anguish in her and her friend’s lives not long ago. Yamato had been assigned to watch over the snake, monitoring his actions within and outside of Konoha, even now stood, in a empty corner of the room, his presence almost forgotten as the two worked.
But even with Yamato in the room, she didn’t feel comfortable around the Sannin.
She resented his very existence, was suspicious of his motives and wanted to ensure he had no opportunity to make decisions that would to turn this already borderline ethical department into one of his human guinea pig torture labs.
As much as she disliked him, she would rather have shared the responsibility with the Sannin’s previous right hand man, Kabuto. Even with his deformities, the silver haired, bespectacled medical nin was a sight better than his repugnant master.
Had it not been for one man, Orochimaru wouldn’t even be here.
Wind Country had requested the aide of the Slug Princess some time ago, their region hit harder than most; the situation deteriorating rapidly. Unwilling to deny their desperate situation, the blonde woman and her assistant had heeded the call, naming Sakura the director of the new division upon their departure. One man in particular had voiced an immediate objection the moment Tsunade had left, sighting Sakura’s inexperience and young age as disqualifying qualities, going as far to suggest she was unfit for the position despite her participation in the war and her training under Tsunade.
Counselor Myoku had spared no insult in voicing his displeasure.
The pale man and the even tempered Hokage had feuded fiercely in the weeks following, the in-fighting reaching the ears of the esteemed, empty headed daimyo. A flurry of correspondence later, the matter had been settled, leaving neither side satisfied. Orochimaru, who’d requested permission to reestablish Otogakure was to act as co-partner for a period of three months and in exchange, receive clearance to reform his shinobi village.
With Tsunade gone, Orochimaru’s experience, intelligence and solicitous offer to lend a hand to gain what he wanted, had made the slithering shinobi a valuable, and wholly willing well of knowledge the daimyo had been all to ready to use. The move, he reasoned in his decree, would give Sakura further guidance as she settled into her new, permanent position and provide Orochimaru with information to be used in the assistance of his own people when they ultimately came into contact with the jubokko.
The situation and solution had left her with a bad taste in her mouth.
The political discourse was worsening, tempers flaring with the least provocation, many beginning to openly resent the overbearing nature of the daimyo and those he sent to impose his will. The whispered grumbles becoming loud murmurs of discontent.
And yet, a small faction within the governance sphere was growing, a few open to the ideas of Myoku, siding with the intruder on several issues.
It made her more than a little edgy, this power struggle taking place behind closed doors.
The only silver lining, the one spot of hope she was hanging on to was the gift her mentor had left behind. Blueprints of a new fuinjutsu, entrusting it to her former student. The seal, manufactured to halt the progression of tsuchi for a period of time worked better than anything that had been tried before.
The sealing jutsu immobilized the flesh eating microorganisms inside the sludge, stopping their movement and preventing further corrosion of the body. It was an amazing breakthrough, but one that didn’t do nearly enough. The damage left behind by the initial injection of the bite was currently, irreparable and while all of the organisms could be frozen in a single sealing, the imperfect fuinjutsu could and often did, miss several, resulting in the painful effects continuing but on a much smaller scale.
It was a complex, time consuming process that required the strictest of chakra control. She and Orochimaru had begun training subordinates to use the sealing jutsu, but the results were less than satisfactory.
Partial freezing was common and excruciating, the left over flesh eaters recommencing the liquidation of the victim’s insides, leeching on nearby tenketsu, and slowly searing them it shut. A second pass of the seal had thus far, been ineffective. The organisms were intelligent, adapting to the outside resistance, repelling the second attempt to halt their progress and in some cases, trying to subdue the left over microbes led to the instability of the seal, unraveling the fuinjutsu and setting the others free.
In these cases, where a small number of the flesh liquefiers were still active after the seal, morphine to mute the pain was all they could do for the patient.
The quick adaption was of the microbes was as fascinating as it was terrifying.
The most glaring draw back of their quick adaptability and the seal itself was the length of time the tsuchi microorganisms remained dormant. The time frame varied from person to person, changing based upon circumstances they hadn’t yet figured out. Tsunade had left behind a great first step, but the process of finding effective, lasting and progressive treatment was frustrating and heart wrenching.
Every death weighed on her mind, ate away at her soul.
The last few months had been the hardest of her entire life. The past trauma she’d suffered a mere cake walk in comparison to…this.
She was terrified of missing an microorganism in her treatment. To have another of her patients be eaten slowly from the inside out, to die a horrible death due to her negligence and shoddy care.
The new technique she and Orochimaru were developing would require attaching the seal directly to the affected organs.
The idea made her sick, physically and emotionally but hopeful.
An hour later, she held back bile. Her gloved hands were bloody, the mask on her face suffocating as she looked at the bloody mess of her patient’s insides. Her flesh was peeled back on either side, revealing moist pink organs covered in the tar like tsuchi, her liver oozing a combination of blood, charred flesh and black sludge, the tell tale signs of active microbes missed by the initial seal.
The stench was horrendous. Yamato shifted in the corner, hand moving to cover his nose and mouth, dark eyes more than a little horrified.
“Fascinating,” the pasty skin snake in a human body rasped, “Its resistance is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
She shuddered, blocking out the sick enthrallment in the male’s voice, her gaze avoiding the peaceful expression on the face of a woman that had no earthly clue she had become little more than a practice dummy for an untested experiment. One that may well see she never opened her eyes again.
Fighting to control her emotions, Sakura wonder if that would be so bad if that happened.
As it stood, they had no cure.
No real treatment to speak of.
If this woman on the table died now, leaving behind the pain and agony in her future, would it really be so terrible?
xxxxxx
Long chapter full of fluff, information and dark elements. Don’t worry about the time skip from the new rift, Sasuke’s revelations and everything that happened between June to September. All of that will be addressed in the coming chapter. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
That’s it for now! Please review, and I’ll see you in the next!
Anonymous34 - I'm glad you enjoy both stories! The next chapter of Secrets will be out tomorrow, so stay on the look out for that! The action will be here and there for now and will pick up in Part Two which begins in chapter 20 XD I'm not all that good at writing action scenes though, so I hope you won't be disappointed! Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
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