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Finding
Destiny
By
animechick262003
Chapter
Two
A
Storm Commeth

Naruto
stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop monitor as he contemplated his next
move. Four hours of sitting behind his desk and nothing had come to mind. Not a
single story line that he hadn�t done at least once in one shape or form. What he
needed now was something new�especially under the circumstances of his upcoming
debut with a new publishing firm. He needed to put his best foot forward to
ensure fans didn�t become disillusioned with his sudden change from Kakashi
publishing to another yet to be named firm. Naruto let out a forced breath, laced
his fingers over his head, and leaned back in his chair.

He
could hardly believe so much time had gone by. It seemed like it was just yesterday
when he and Iruka had been cleaning out the attic and stumbled upon their grandfather�s
works of fiction. Of course, his grandfather�s lengthy works were more than
mere writings. �A hot wave of crimson
flooded Naruto�s cheeks as he thought back to the first novella of his
grandfather�s he�d read.� Even at seventeen,
and having had his fair share of liaisons, reading his grandfathers compilation
of� erotic tales, he found himself
feeling dirty and excited, one �feeling feeding
off the other till he could barely look at a woman without taking on full blush
and getting a hard on. Iruka had suffered too, but not to the same degree as
him.

As
he reflected on it, Naruto surmised his easy readiness had a lot to do with the
fact he�d been in the height of his sexual peek.� Whatever the reason, the fact remained; his
grandfather�s works were erotic art of the most titillating variety. Both he
and Iruka realized immediately they�d found something amazing.

�We�ll send the manuscripts off to a publisher,
and we�ll be rich,� Iruka had declared. �

Iruka
had been certain the writings they�d uncovered were the opportunity they�d
waited for. This was their chance to know a better life. He on the other hand,
hadn�t been so certain. Sure, they had been aroused reading their grandfathers
decadent tales of wild young girls, and their eager lovers, but would anyone
else?� Could outsiders embrace the
perverted writings of one old man?� They
agreed to send off one of the twenty manuscripts to well known publishing
agencies. �

After
three months of waiting on pins and needles, they were contacted by Kakashi
Publishing.� It seemed the head of the
publishing firm had gotten a hold of the manuscript and after reading it,
wanted to meet with the creator to discuss contract negotiations. That posed a
problem. They hadn�t thought that far ahead. The only thing they�d thought
about were the possibilities the manuscripts represented for their lives.� After talking it over, it was decided they�d
ignore the offer.

They
had no choice on the matter really. The representatives from Kakashi Publishing
wanted to meet their grandfather and there was no way that could happen. He�d
died a year earlier, and even if he hadn�t considering how secretive he�d been
about his writing endeavors, he�d probably never have agreed to go public. �In the end, they decided it was best to
respect their grandfather�s secretiveness, and the notebooks that had been a
beacon of hope for two money strapped youth, was once again locked away in the
trunks in the attic to be forgotten.� The
months rolled forward, and the reps from Kakashi publishing continued to reach
out, hoping to tempt them in with one contract offer or another.� And they were tempted, fighting against their
own desires to know more than the life of fisherman.

The
signing bonus was growing in leaps in bounds with every offer, and still they
turned them down, although admittedly, it was growing harder and harder to do
so. They weren�t the wealthiest people. Truth be told, they needed the money
badly, but what could they do?� Things
continued like that for five months, offer would come and they�d shoot it down
until one day a representative of Kakashi publishing showed up at their door.� Nothing unusual except at his side stood none
other than Hitake Kakashi, president and owner of Kakashi Publishing.

At
five years older, Naruto had been counting on Iruka to be the voice of reason.
To tell the representative, and Hitake Kakashi, that there was no way they
could make a deal of any sort. Boy had he been na�ve back then.� All it had taken was a trip to the most
expensive restaurant in town Ichiraku Ramen Bar, and a few rounds rice wine, to
get his stupid brother to declare even stupider things.

�We would like very much to sign with your
firm, Kakashi-san, but you see the writer with whom you seek to make the
agreement is only seventeen, in essence, a minor. If you could guarantee that
his identity would remain a secret until he came of age, then perhaps we could
reach an agreement of sorts?�

He
had only a minute to wonder who in the hell his brother had been referring to before
Iruka lifted a shaky hand, and pointed to him, making it very clear just whom
this mysterious minor was he was talking about. �It had taken damn near an hour to calm him
down, and keep him from breaking Iruka�s finger.� It was all down hill from there. Even though
he vehemently protested, it seemed that Kakashi-san would take his brother�s
words over his, and assume he was merely a very shy seventeen year old, which�d
yet to embrace his talent as a writer. It took some effort on Iruka�s part, but
eventually he�d been convinced to go along with the facade.

And
so, seven years would pass with him working under false pretenses. It wasn�t
something he took comfort in � lying and pretending to be someone he was not. �Although doing so had opened the door to a
bright future for the both he and Iruka, Naruto couldn�t shake the guilt of
having profited through deceit. For this reason alone, when his contract with
Kakashi publishing had reached its end, he�d refused to renew it.� Kakashi had been nothing but kind to him, and
his family for the past nine years. His betrayal was black stain on all of it�a
black stain that seemed to only grow with each passing year. Something had to change,
and the first change was he�d stopped using the notebooks they found in the
trunk years earlier and started writing the manuscripts himself.

�Although he was two years in with being self
reliant, he had to be honest with himself. Naruto knew well, that his creative
juices lacked that certain something that seemed to ooze with potency
throughout his grandfathers writings. Still, he�d been competent enough to keep
the Icha Icha Paradise series from losing much of its fan base as he
transitioned from dependency on his grandfather�s work to that of his own. Not
to mention regained a little of his integrity.

Now
if only his transition from Kakashi publishing would progress as smoothly. The
phone in Naruto�s study rang, brining him out of his thoughts. Naruto glanced
down at the caller Id box and instantly recognized the caller as Iruka.� The bastard was supposed to have returned
from the neighboring town hours earlier, Naruto thought, briefly glancing at
his desk clock.� After the third ring,
Naruto answered the phone.

�Where
are you? You both should have returned hours ago,� Naruto barked making no
effort to hide his aggravation over his brother�s tardiness.
�I
know this is not what you want to hear, but we�re stuck,� Iruka replied.
�What
in the hell do you mean you�re stuck?�
�You�ve
been in your office all afternoon with the blinds drawn again, haven�t you,
Naruto?�
�What�s
that got to do with you not being here at the scheduled time?�
Iruka
sighed �Open your blinds and you�ll see for yourself what the problem is.�
Naruto
stood and walked over to his office window and opened the blinds. He
immediately understood the problem Iruka had been referring too. �The sky is
almost pitch black here. How bad is it there?� Naruto asked, a small part of
him fearing the answer he would get.
�Can
you say mudslide?�� Iruka answered.
�Mud
Slide? Where�s Eiya?�
�Would you calm down? Eiya-chan is right
here beside me sound asleep.�
�Well, where are you two? I can take my
pick-up and drive over to get you. Just give me directions,� Naruto said
walking back over to his desk, gathering a pen and paper, preparing to jot down
what ever instruction his brother gave him.
�There�s no need for that.� �
�What do you mean there�s no need for
that? Of course there�s a need. Eiya�s with you and there are mudslides. Now
give me directions.�
�Idiot, if there was a way in or out of
this place we would have returned to Konoha by now, but as it stands, the roads
are washed out, and part of the tracks was destroyed by large boulders. Not to
mention that it�s so nasty outside you can barely see your hand in front of
your face.� Only a person on a suicide
mission would attempt any travel in this storm. It�s best you stay put. �
Naruto walked back over to his office
window. He could see nothing. Still, Sitting while Eiya was out in weather like
this didn�t go over well, but then neither did the prospect of dying while
trying to get to him. It looked as if he�d have to do as Iruka suggested and
wait things out.
�How is he? He�s scared of rain you
know?� Naruto continued, his gut tightening over the prospect of Eiya being out
on a stormy night alone, and there wasn�t a damn thing he could do about it.
�I know, but he has Mister Fluffy-Chan
with him, so he�s holding up pretty well.�

Naruto chuckled, feeling somewhat
comforted. Even if he couldn�t be there, Iruka was there, and there was no way
Iruka would allow anything to happen to Eiya. The same way he�d never let
anything happen to him when he was a kid. He told himself, but Naruto knew well
that relaxing while Eiya was away from his side on a night like this would
prove a difficult task.�

�You know, I still want to kill you for
giving him that damned stuffed clown.� �Naruto started up once more.
�Kill me? You haven�t the skill,� They
both laughed. �Then Iruka continued �Listen,
the storm is supposed to pass by late tomorrow. I will check things out then. �If there is any way for Eiya and me to return
to Konoha, I�ll make it my mission to get us there. Though, I wouldn�t suggest
holding out for that. This is a small village with two means of entering� by
road, and by train.� Both routes have
taken damage. I really don�t want to sound alarmist, but we could be here a few
more days.�
Naruto sighed. That wasn�t the sort of
news he wanted to hear, but there was little that could be done. They were
dealing with the wrath of Mother Nature after all, and she could be a real
bitch about things. �You may not want to sound like an alarmist, but I�m
alarmed. Anyway, I understand the situation.�
I�ll have to live with this, however unbearable until you two return.
Will you have him call me when he wakes in the morning?�
�I was planning on doing just that,�
Iruka answered, �Before I go, there�s something I wanted to ask you?�
�What is it?�
�Did the representative from Ton Ton
Publishing come by?�
�No one has been here since the postman
earlier this afternoon.�
�I see. Well, chances are if, they
haven�t arrived by now. Then they�re not coming.�
�I imagine that could be the case.�
�Alright, little brother. I�ll let you get
back to your writing.�
�Thanks, I plan to do just that, and
Iruka?�
�Yeah?�
�Take care of my son.�

XXXX
Tire traction was next to nil, as Sakura
carefully maneuvered her rental car over the slick and dangerous back roads
that lead deep into the Konoha country side. Sakura still couldn�t believe how
the skies mood had changed so fast from blissful blue, to depressing black,
bringing with it one hell of a storm. �She�d been warned beforehand by the rep back
at the car rental depot that rain was in the forecast, but she hadn�t expected
this. High winds shook the small sports car she�d rented for travel, while the
heavy rain impaired her vision.

The alarms in her head told her to pull
over to the side of the road, and wait till the storm let up, but then so had
the old guy back at the car rental depot, and she hadn�t listened to him
either.� She couldn�t afford to. Every
minute wasted was one more she�d have to spend out in hick hell. The reality
was the faster she arrived at the writer�s house, and got the contract signed,
the faster she�d be on a train bound for home. And the faster she returned home
with the contract the sooner she could revel in having defeated Shizune at her
own game. �Nothing would keep her from
that outcome�not even Mother Nature. Sakura glanced at the dashboard clock to
gauge the time. It was half
past seven.

A little over an hour had gone by since
she�d first set out on her journey.�
According to the old man at the car rental place, Paradise Estates
should have been close by. Sakura looked to the window once more, hoping the
ball game had shifted to her favor, and for once since the onslaught of heavy
rain and dangerous winds had begun, she would see something beyond the
windshield wipers that swept rapidly from left to right, and back again.� What awaited her was sheer disappointment. Mist
lay thick over the cool windshield glass, hampering her attempt to see anything
beyond what was right in front of her.�

�This is ridiculous,� She irritably
muttered, taking her hand off the steering wheel.� Leaning forward slightly, she lifted her arm,
and wiped the windshield with the sleeve of her jacket in an attempt to ease
the fog.� It was a move she�d live to
regret.��

She hadn�t time to fully understand what
happened only brace her self for the unavoidable end.� Her car hit a slick spot on the road, and before
she could maneuver her foot off the accelerator to avoid disaster, lifted off
the ground, turned ninety degrees ,crashed through the guard rail, and down into
the over brush of a side ditch.� �It didn�t matter that her hands were now locked
around the steering wheel like two tiny vice in the ten and two o�clock
position. It didn�t matter that she frantically slammed onto the break
continuously till the heel broke off her shoe, and the bones in her ankle
threatened to snap under the force.� In
that instance, nothing mattered, because the mistake had been made. The last
thing she would hear before blacking out was the sound of the metal being
crushed, and bent backwards as her small box styled sports car crashed with force
into a tree.

XXXX

Naruto
watched through his office window as the rain that had begun earlier in the day
continued on into the night.� Not once
had the storm let up and there were no sign that it would any time soon which
only added to his worry.� He�d tried to
convince himself not to linger on the situation too much. After all, it wasn�t
as if there was anything he could do to change the circumstances. His son would
be away from him over night for the first time in two years. Naruto glanced
over to the stuffed teddy that sat erect, its button eyes taunting him with
memories of the small blue eyed boy who should have been there but was not.
The
very thought of separation made Naruto gut tighten painfully.� It wasn�t as if he didn�t realize that there
would come time when Eiya would move out of reach.� The moment he became a father, and learned
the true meaning of falling in love, he understood this, but for the time they
did have, he wanted to keep his precious little boy as close to him as
possible�not sparing a moment to ensure there was nothing he missed. He simply
wanted to be there always, the way he�d always wished his parents would have
been for him.

Naruto
felt his chest tighten at that thought and knew he�d dared to venture to far,
touching on a matter that was best left buried in the deepest recesses of his
mind.� Naruto let out a forced breath,
and returned his attention to the computer that rested on the desk in front of
him. He�d been absent minded most the day, failing to focus on the task he�d
assigned himself. Naruto been determined to finish at least ten pages a day but
it would take more than will to get the latest manuscript done. The first
necessity was desire. He hadn�t been in the mood for writing much in recent
weeks.� He supposed he was somewhat
burned out, but his troubles weren�t anything that his second dilemma wouldn�t
cure.� Which brought him to the topic of
inspiration. �It had been a while since
he had been inspired�two years to be pr�cised. Who�d have thought a brief
encounter with one woman on a snowy deck would leave him with a raging hard on
that took quite a bit of working to get off, and a years worth of writing ammo.

A
grin spread over his mouth as he allowed his mind to take him back to that
night, and that kiss.� He could recall
clearly how sweet she�d tasted, her tongue plying gently inside his mouth,
teasing him to the point his only thought had been to get her home and into bed
where he could savor her till he was completely sated, but she�d denied him the
pleasure. �A subconscious groan slipped
from between Naruto�s lips, and his cock twitched as he enjoyed the visions his
minds eye offered.

Recalling
the pleasure of the green eyed beauty was source to the sweetest torment, but
he couldn�t deny himself no matter how many nights he spent with
only his five companions to help him work off the consequence of thinking about
her.

�Shit,�
Naruto uttered the curses as he performed a quick adjustment of his steadily hardening
cock. What he wouldn�t have given at that moment to have had her there,
stationed on his lap, his cock swelled deep inside her, while her pretty face
contortioned with desire. If only he could have found her back then. He could
do more than think about her, he could have her, but he�d let her slip through
his fingers. ��Naruto let out a deep
sigh. Who was he kidding? The temptress had become his personal legend, and
that�s what she�d remain since he was positive he�d never see her again. Not
unless fate intervened. Like that would happen. The fact was, if he was unable
to locate the pink haired snow nymph two weeks after initially meeting her,
there was no way in hell, he�d find her two years after doing so. �No way.

No sooner than the thought crossed
his did he hear it�a sound to make the hair on his neck rise and send him
catapulting to his feet With hurried strides, he covered the distance from his
desk to his office window. He stared out over the inky black, and rain
assaulted landscape.� He scoured high and
low from his vantage seeking the source of the startling noise. Then the second
round of disturbing sound rang out through the night.� The noise was too faint to clearly discern
but just loud enough to breach the barrier of the window pain.�

Naruto had a sneaking suspicion as
to what he was hearing, but there was only one way to be certain. Naruto turned
and beeline for the coat rack near his office door. He grabbed his favorite
orange nylon jacket, and slipped it on before making for the front door. Urgent
strides cut the distance in half and in seconds Naruto stood on his front porch
staring off into the rain. Now he could hear it clearly, it was unmistakable as
it howled into the cool wet night.�

�A car horn,� he whispered, calling
the sound by name as he quickly made his way down the front steps and onto the
gravel covered walk way. Rocks crunched beneath his sneakers as his urgent walk
became a jog.

�As he approached the end of his driveway, the
sound became louder. It was as if someone had taken a car horn and sat on it.
Unlocking the gate that guarded his home, Naruto stepped through and out onto
the isolated stretch of road. He could barely see his hand in front of his
face, but he could hear distinctly the noise as he prepared to seek out its
source.� Naruto continued where he�d left
off, and began sprinting in the direction from which the sound of the car horn
flowed. Minutes passed and Naruto came upon the damaged guard rails. By now the
sound had become deafening, and as Naruto looked down in the gully, he realized
he�d found what he�d been looking for.

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�I thought this was a good place to stop. Man
oh Man, I always plan to write Naruto x Sakura Smut but the stories take on
lives of their own and I end up with really complex story lines. WHY? I wish I
could just write these two in meaningless smut. Not that this story won�t have
it share. It most DEFINITELY will. Ah well, at last. Thanks to everyone who has
read. DOUBLE KUDOS to those who reviewed. I was scared I�d be flamed to hell
for giving Naruto depth beyond what�s normally associated with him.
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