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Chapter List
- 1-Effusive
- 2-Sunshine and Icecream
- 1
- 2
A Sequel to Effusive. Valentines Day has passed in Konoha, but problems between you and Naruto have just begun. In the end, you may stay together, but will it be for better or worst? Future/Hokage Naruto/You
~/~/~ POV change
~+~+~+~ Scene change
~`~`~`~ Time skip

The morning sunlight delicately shines through the partially open curtains of the Hokage’s office and glimmers down on the open scrolls on the Hokage’s desk. The Hokage sits behind his desk having a light conversion with his former teacher. The jonin, who seemed to be suffering from severe bed head, thumbs through a very familiar and beloved book, Icha Icha Paradise, The Honeymoon Tactics.
“While page 70 is particularly enchanting, the picture is even more breathtaking.” Kakashi praises as his uncovered eye crinkles in delight.
“It’s an awesome picture, but on page 259 it feels as if I’m actually there as I read and as if Ayame-chan is right in front of me…”
Kakashi flips to the page and nods appreciatively. “Agreed, it was a genius idea that Lord Jiraiya illustrates his final series. Too bad his next book will be his last.”
“It was my idea,” the Hokage adds proudly. “But it was just getting good, too.”
Kakashi sighs sullenly. “There will never be a greater series.”
The Hokage blinks at the older man and smirks. He reaches into his desk, pulls out a thick scroll, and passes it to Kakashi. “Until now and you can have a sneak peek.”
Kakashi hesitantly accepts the scroll and begins to read. Seconds later his one, uncovered eye widens in amazement and glee. “This is-“
The Hokage grins smugly and nods. “I know, I wrote it.”
As if entranced by the words Kakashi goes silent as he reads further. The Hokage snatches the scroll away and pushes it back into the depth of his desk. “I said just a sneak peek; it’s not for public eyes yet.”
Kakashi narrows his uncovered eye, the first paragraph had drawn him in. “Are you getting published?”
“Yeah, I met with a publisher a few weeks ago, but I’m still interviewing illustrators. I might call the Pervert-Senin’s…” He glances down at the Paradise book’s illustrations again. “Anyhow, when it’s published, it’s going to be so good even the Otokage will read it and be jealous.”
“…The Otokage can’t read. He’s blind.”
“Oh right,” the Hokage pauses in thought. “Well, I’ll go to the Sound and read it to him personally.”
Kakashi stares at the Hokage blankly. “Naruto, Sas-“
A brief knock on the door interrupts Kakashi’s oncoming question and Koharu Utatane, a very old council walks into the office. “Lord Hokage, I come with advice on behalf of the council.”
“Old Lady Koharu, I thought you retired.” The Hokage says a tad surprised.
The old woman’s frown deepens at the nickname. “I will retire once a suitable replacement is found.” Her eyes stray from the Hokage to Kakashi. “This is very important advice.”
“Alright, alright,” the Hokage picks up the metal, miniature, ramen cup paperweight and knocks his desk with it. “The Icha Icha Book Club meeting is now over.”
Kakashi stands and bows to Utatane before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Utatane walks further inside the office.
“This is regarding your duties and image as the Hokage.” Utatane begins grimly.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Later that night, Naruto walks inside of your apartment with four steaming bowls of carryout ramen. “I’m home.”
You look up from your seat on the couch and smile at him. “Welcome home.” You scoop a heaping portion of ice-cream up with a tiny spoon and pop it into your mouth. “You brought ramen home again…”
“Yeah, one for you and three for me,” Naruto places one bowl in front of you, sits down beside you, rips the tops off his bowls and readies his chopsticks.

“Thanks, but I’m already full on ice-cream. You can have mine.” You push your ramen bowl alongside his other three. You smile and watch the older blond put away the first ramen bowl. “How was your day?”

“The same, except I had a book club meeting and Old Lady Koharu visited.” Naruto answers, pausing between slurps of noodles to speak.

“Oh,” you scoop some of your melting ice-cream into your spoon. “You wouldn’t believe what happened today.” You frown and launch into a detailed story and/or complaint about your day.

Naruto’s mind wanders and he pauses in devouring all four ramen bowls and gazes at you. He thinks back upon his conversation with Utatane while seeming to be listening intently to you describing your day.

~`~`~`~
“Wait a minute! Marry?” The Hokage asks the very old council member, looking perplexed.
“Yes, what kind of image are you giving off to the children of village as a leader who is living with a young, unmarried woman?”
“Well, actually, I think-“

“I didn’t ask for an answer.” Utatane cuts him off and continues seriously. “We know you are a young man, but you must hear this. How sexually active are you and that young woman?”
He gapes at the old woman with an incredulous grimace on his face slightly bothered by her sudden questioning about his sexual activities. It didn’t help that Old Lady Koharu was old enough to be his grandmother, or great grandmother.
“It did not occur to you that she could get pregnant? With an illegitimate child?” Utatane carries on at the Hokage’s silence. “Can you picture yourself with that woman five years from now? And picture yourself raising children with her?”

~`~`~`~

It wasn’t as if he never thought about it before. It just never crossed his mind very often. Five years from now at the very least Naruto could picture himself coming home from the Hokage Tower at night and you being there to greet him at the door. He lived most of his life alone, except when he was on missions, or training with the Pervert-Senin. After nearly four months of living with you, he had become comfortable with someone waiting for him to return home every night and greeting him with a warm smile.

Maybe he could picture a kid or two hugging his waist and greeting him when he comes home, too. Nevertheless, Naruto could not have his life right now any other way. Matter of fact, he loves it. He couldn’t picture and couldn’t have anything, any other way without you.
Moments later, after two months of sneaking around, three months of going out, and nearly four months of sleeping in the same bed almost every night, realization finally hits Naruto like a heavy sack of sand. And he grins like an idiot.

“It was so cute, but so disgusting at the same time.” You pause, and stare back at the blond. You were happy to have his full attention, but his expression just suddenly changed from a blank, unreadable stare to a wide, dopey smile. It was adorable, but sort creepy at the same time. “Naruto, what are you-“

“I love you.” The grin on his face doesn’t falter.
You blink slowly, speechless at his sudden statement and slowly begin to take in the meaning of the words that you have yet to hear, until now, come out of his mouth. “Naruto...”
Abruptly, he stands and pulls you up with him and lifts you up off your feet and onto his shoulder. You blink and look up from the floor and watch as the distance between you and his ramen bowls on the table grow and grow as Naruto carries you away.
“Naruto, put me down!” You yell and begin to struggle as he walks inside your bedroom. The door swings shut promptly behind him.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

That morning, the Sixth wakes up to the binding glare of the sun streaking out from the open blinds of the window and glaring down on his face. He frowns, and lays his hand over his eyes and groans when his stomach growls angrily. Minutes later, when his stomach doesn’t stop growling, he sits up and scratches his side and notices that the space next to him in bed is empty.

He gets up and stretches lazily before yawning loudly and walking over the carelessly scattered clothes on the bedroom floor. Very much naked and sleepy, Naruto walks into the small living room/kitchen and sniffs at the lack of breakfast food scents in the air. He glances into the kitchen part of the room, and of course sees it empty. He frowns and looks forlornly to the three ramen bowls still on top of the coffee table he didn’t eat last night.

Before he could go check if the noodles weren’t spoiled yet he hears pained groans coming from the inside the bathroom. He peeks inside of the bathroom and walks in warily. Inside, you kneel over the toilet, having just expelled your breakfast, lunch and dinner from your stomach. You push locks of hair behind your ear that had gotten stuck to the side of your face from sweat and look up woozily at Naruto.

“Naruto…” He comes to your side, helps you up, grabs a towel from the nearby rack, and hands it to you.

You accept it and wipe your mouth. “Thank you.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” You sigh and rub the sweat from your brow. “I went to throw your ramen out earlier, and the smell made me sick, but I’m fine now.” You move to walk to the bathroom door, but dangerously sway to the side. He quickly grabs you to keep you from falling. “I can’t be sick; I have things to do today.” You whine wearily.

“Well you are, and you look like death-“ you look up and glower at him and he adds on quickly. “In a cute, sickly way…”

You elbow him in the gut and stagger away. “In a cute, sickly way? You bastard…”

“Ok, not cute.” He grunts, holding his gut. To which, you respond by giving him the finger as you walk carefully back to your bedroom. He sighs, “For a sick person, doing that would take too much energy.”

You turn, frowning at him, but take notice of the gray and yellow dots swirling before your eyes. You reach out to touch one, vaguely aware of feeling yourself falling backwards. You blink repeatedly as Naruto lifts you up and swirling dots fade away. He carries you back inside of your bedroom.

“No more walking for you.” He lays you down and easily pushes you back down when you try to get back up.

“Naruto…” You look up at the blond irritably and he presses the back of his hand against your forehead. He frowns not finding any sign of a fever. “I’m nauseous. It’s probably just a little morning sickness, and I’ll be fine in the afternoon.”
“Nevertheless… Is whatever you have to do that important that you may end up passing out, or vomiting on someone?”
You pause, and reach up to twirl a lock of your hair between your fingers in thought. “I have to check on Granny today, and go grocery shopping, and shopping, and…”
“I can do all of that! And I love Granny, she makes homemade potato chips and pie and…” He trails off as his stomach growls as the thought of food.
You sigh. “Are you sure?”
“Of course!”
“The grocery list is-“
“I know, in the kitchen.”
“A bit long, I don’t remember going shopping since last month sometime.” You say and smile sheepishly. “Are you sure you’re going to have enough time?”
“Yeah, I’ll go during lunch.”
“Oh, my team hasn’t been on a mission in a week. If we are, I shouldn’t hold them back.”
“You won’t, don’t worry.”
“I feel a little better already. I could still go.” You shift and lean back against your pillows to sit up.
“No, stay in bed; they’ll be fine.” He replies and glances over the floor for his boxers. Sure, without the risk of passing out or getting sick during a mission everything would be fine. He grimaces as his stomach growls painfully.
“I forgot to make breakfast…”
“It’s ok, I’ll pick something up.” He says and kisses your forehead lightly. He stands and walks to the door.
“Naruto?” He pauses at the door and glances back at you. You smile drowsily at his back. “Thank you.”
He smiles from his mouth to his eyes and walks out of the room.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

“And why isn’t ___-sensei coming?” The small Hyuga girl asks. She crosses her arms and glares suspiciously at the Hokage.

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of the Hokage’s face at the small girl’s sudden suspicion. He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “She’s sick. But she’ll be back, and in the meantime she has a replacement.” He glances to the door. “Come in.”

The door of the Hokage’s office swings open and an aged, and matured twenty-three year old, Konohamaru walks in. The single boy on the team, from the Kurama clan balks at Konohamaru’s sudden appearance and tries to hide behind the much shorter and smaller Aburame girl, Shinako. Konohamaru takes no notice of the Kurama boy’s troubles.
“Yo!” Konohamaru grins at the three genin as he walks in.
The Hyuga girl looks at Konohamaru unimpressed, and turns back to the Hokage frowning. “And you’re sure ____-sensei isn’t faking?”
Konohamaru twitches in slight irritation. “Hey…”
“You want me to call her up to come here and vomit on you?”
At that, and the look the Hokage was sending her, the Hyuga girl relents. She scowls, and walks out, brushing pass Konohamaru on her way out. The Kurama and Aburame wordlessly follow her out. Konohamaru glares at the door before shutting it behind them. He walks further into the office now.
“Little Miss Sunshine, eh?” The Hokage grins wryly at his former disciple. “___ thinks she’s shy.”
“More like vicious.”
“In a cute, eleven year old way.”
“What’s wrong with ___ anyway?” Konohamaru asks curiously.
“She says she has morning sickness.” The Hokage replies casually as he rummages through a drawer in his desk.
“Morning sickness, huh?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t seem serious.” He retrieves a scroll from his desk and hands it to Konohamaru. “But I don’t want to take any chances with this.”
Konohamaru takes the scroll from him, frowning bemusedly, “Right.”
“All the information you need is inside the scroll, along with a map. ___’s been working on it for the past few months, so it’s very detailed.”
Konohamaru nods and tucks the scroll into his back pocket. “Am I going to be replacing her over the next few months?”
The Hokage pauses at the question, and shrugs. “Maybe, but I doubt she’d be sick that long.”
“Ah.” Konohamaru seems confused shortly, but waves it off and walks to the door. “Tell her I said get well soon.”
“Ok!”
The door shuts and the Hokage is left to stare at the empty expanse of his office space and the closed door his former disciple left behind. Konohamaru, a now calmer twenty-three year old had sobered and matured quite a bit over the past few years. Konohamaru Sarutobi was now a captain in the ANBU with not much free time on his hands.
He leans back into his chair and runs his fingers through his thick, blond hair. Hopefully, it was just as he thought and you would be well and ready for the next mission so Konohamaru could return to his captain duties. He rummages to the depth of his desk, retrieves a scroll and readies his ink well.
But really, since when did you get nauseous from smelling ramen? His and your first date together was at the Ichiraku. Plus, he has a bowl nearly every day. It’s rare for him not to finish a bowl, but you smelled a day old bowl of ramen before, and you didn’t keel over then. You were not one to crack under pressure, and you usually handled stress very well, almost to the point where you could be called carefree.
If it wasn’t the ramen, or stress, then what could it be? People didn’t get sick and wobbly for nothing. If it was food poisoning, wouldn’t pain and diarrhea be involved? He grimaces as his own experience with food poisoning comes to mind…
Maybe it’s simply just morning sickness? Morning sickness…
“It did not occur to you that she could get pregnant?”
He pales as Utatane’s words pass through his thoughts, and it doesn’t take long for him to link the pieces together. At the sudden dryness in his throat, he gulps thickly and sets his ink brush back into its well.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~
“I’m back!”

Later, during lunch Naruto did as he said he would, and then came back to your apartment to put away the groceries. He leaves the groceries in the kitchen, walks into your bedroom and grins widely when he sees you. You sit in your bed, now in your own bedclothes, eating a bowl of ice-cream and flipping through a magazine.

You look up and smile at him. “Welcome back.”

He grins, and sits down on the edge of the bed and sets two bags beside him. “You feel better?”

“Yeah, much better. Simple morning sickness, like I said.” You answer, failing to see the tension hiding behind his well-placed, cheerful mask.

“Oh? Ever had it before?” He asks curiously.

“No, it’s strange. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sick before.” You glance down at his bags. “What’s in the bag?”

“Ah, there were a list of stores on the bottom of the grocery list, and I didn’t have time to go to them all, so I picked one, and got you something from it.” He digs into one of his bags and holds up a very skimpy and see-through negligee.
Though very pretty, deep rouge the negligee is, you would be left naked behind the lovely sheer silk if it were not for the intricate, deeper red floral patterns twisting around the negligee like a vine. He must have purposely gone to the lingerie store on the list, the horny-kage…
“So, want to try it on?” He waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and twirls the short nightgown around.
“Maybe later,” You set your bowl of ice-cream to the side.
His lewd grin seems to deflate at your answer and he sets the negligee back into its bag. He reaches into the other bag beside him and pulls out a carryout bowl of ramen. He flips off the lid, breathes in the still steaming ramen, and sighs happily.
“More ramen…” You mutter not at all surprised.
“I bought it for you, you should be happy since there’s barely no food here except ice-cream.” He says and pushes bowl of ramen into your hands.
“And you consider a bowl of ramen a nutritious meal for-“ You pause as the strong scent of the noodles smacks your nose.
“Don’t sound so ungrateful. I could left you with your ‘nutritious’ ice-cream and ate that myself.”
You pale as the strong moist, aroma passes through your insides and straight to your stomach. Your stomach lurches and curls in disgust as the scent settles there. “What kind of ramen is this?”
“Oh, that’s right. It’s a secret root. I found some interesting roots and mushrooms a few months ago, and brought it to the old man at the Ichiraku. It smells weird, but it’s delicious!”
You set the bowl of ramen onto nightstand beside your bed, smoothly ease out from under the bedcovers and onto your feet. You quickly pass by Naruto and walk to the bathroom pressing your hand against your mouth while trying to hold back the vomit rushing up your throat.
Still sitting on the bed, Naruto calmly stares at the spot on the bed where you were just sitting as a nervous bead of sweat trails down the side of his face. He takes the bowl of ramen from the nightstand and takes out a pair of chopsticks from his pocket. He smiles nervously at his reflection in his ramen.
Could you really be…?

~`~`~`~`~`~`~ (Two Days Later)

In the broad, pitch-black room, solid golden bars stand strong entrapping a large beast inside. A reddish, bloody glow burns the darkness, emitting from within the cage and red-orange wisps of chakra coil around the golden bars. Right in front of the sealed golden cage, the Hokage sits staring down in concentration at a shogi board in front of him. His fox-like eyes narrows as he reaches out and moves a game piece, ending his turn. Sharp fangs and piercing red eyes glint from the inside of the prison and a long wisp of red chakra slithers out from between the golden bars and lingers over the shogi board.

Moments later, the wisp of chakra moves a game piece and withdraws back inside the cage. The Hokage hums as he studies the board for his next move. Behind the golden bars, the fox demon rumbles.

“It’s difficult to concentrate while you’re thinking so hard.” The nine-tailed demon fox growls.

The Hokage blinks and looks up at the fangs and red eyes blankly. “What?”

“Your bitch. Your thoughts are repetitive and annoying. It’s frustrating to hear the same thing circling your little mind for so long. Mate with the bitch until she’s dry if you don’t think she’s carrying your seed. This bores me.” The fox grumbles and growls from within the prison.

He scowls. Why do so many people like to use that nickname for you? “That’s none of your damn business. If it bothers you so much then stay out of my thoughts.” He looks down at the shogi board irritably. “And don’t call her that!”

An image of you suddenly appears in his mind and his concentration on the shogi board poofs away like a shadow clone as your strikingly nude image in his mind winks and blows kisses at him. He watches slightly dazed as your form changes and your belly slowly begins to protrude and round and your breasts plump slightly and your nipples stiffen. Firm tits swollen with milk, round belly full of your seed, wide hips… The words drift through his head.

Moments later, the Hokage gulps and pushes the image to the back of his mind. He glares at the fox beast. “I don’t think I like you thinking of my girlfriend that way.”

The fox cackles, “Perhaps you should prevent me from seeing her that way.”

“…Voyeur.”

The Hokage wakes from his subconscious at the sudden lack of air flowing through his nostrils. Sakura releases her hold on the Hokage’s nose when his eyes pop open.

“Sakura! I was napping between work!” He explains quickly.

“Right and drooling,” Sakura sets a bundle of files onto his desk. “It must have been a good nap.”

He laughs, and shifts in his seat, “Yeah.” More than you think. “Sakura, can you do me a favor?”

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Today, you felt energized and a lot better after the pass few days, though still a bit queasy around the smell of ramen. Since your team is still out on a mission, you of course, have a rare bundle of free time. Though it may not seem like it to others, and apparently how carefree you may seem to be, you were a busy person, despite how you could slack off some of the time. Right now, with no one to train, no one to spy on, or any missions to complete… You hadn’t been so free since before you joined (and retired) the ANBU or became a chunin.

You would have been happy to stay home for the stay, but since you stayed at home in bed for nearly the last two days you decided to go to the shopping center instead. While looking at a cute top in a clothing shop, you ran into Sakura… And for some reason, ended up at the maternity ward of the hospital afterwards.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Smiling cheerfully, you take the cute shirt you bought earlier today out of the bag and hang it into your closet. Naruto walks into the bedroom, having come from the bathroom, now ready for bed. He wears his pajama pants, but without a shirt, since you decided to steal it to wear as your own nightwear. He plops down onto the bed ungracefully and yawns as he watches you look through your closet.

“Ah, I ran into Sakura today.” You say as you try to ration the remaining space in your closet. It was more as if she was looking for you instead.

“Shopping?” Naruto asks curiously.

“Yeah, and then we shopped together and got some ice-cream. It was fun.” You look at your new skirt in the mirror that conveniently hangs beside the closet. “I thought she hated me, after that time with Lee… But, I still think she overacted, they weren’t even together for too long at the time.”

“Yeah.” A bead of sweat slides down the side of his face at the memory.

“So, how was your day?” You aren’t lying. You’re just excluding a bit of information… That didn’t happen to be so very serious at all.

You had just spent a good portion of the day in the maternity ward of the hospital with Sakura. It was weird and a bit suspicious at first, when Sakura seemed to be genuinely friendly towards you, but decided that she finally must have gotten over that time. It was all fun anyway, to watch new mothers nurse and calm their newborns.
A cold, foreboding chill runs down your spine at the thought of the agonized curses of a woman wheeled into the delivery room… So, babies weren’t all that cute to look at and fun to play with… It had only gotten worse when a nurse asked you your due date. (Did you look pregnant or something?) And for some odd reason, you gave her a random date for somewhere in the next nine months. (December 30, that is the fake date you will be having your imaginary child.)
That part, you did not mind much about including. The part where Sakura pushed you into a doctor’s office for a checkup was what you were excluding. The results of the examination the doctor gave you were what you were really excluding. You will definitely tell him… Eventually… Just not now.
“Naruto?” You turn from your reflection in the mirror to the blond. He has the same blank, unreadable stare on his face that he had a few nights ago when he confessed his love to you and then carried you to the bedroom like a caveman. Such a romantic…
You walk to his side by the bed and poke his whisker-scarred cheek. “Hey, bad day?”
He blinks at you and sighs. “No, it was fine.”
You frown. Liar. There must be something bothering him. You sit down on the edge of the bed and glance at him from the corner of your eye. “I have a secret.” He looks up at you seeming a bit surprised. “I… I am… I’m…” He gulps and you release a heavy sigh. “I hate ramen.”
“….”
“….”
“That’s a bad joke.”
Sure it is. You snigger and crawl over him. “You looked like you were about to have a heart attack. What did you think I was going to say?”
“I don’t know.” Naruto laughs nervously and looks up at you. “Pregnant or something?”
How ironic… You glance away in slight unease. Could that be what’s bothering him? At this point, he must really be stressed out.
“I’m not surprised, since I’ve been so sick lately. I would think I’m pregnant.” You reply, tracing your fingertips over his whisker marks affectionately. Or something.
“Are you?” At your silence, he continues more confidently. “You just pointed it out that you could be, and you think you are.”
“I said I would think so. I’m not pregnant.” You answer carefully, and sit up, straddling the blond.
“But you’ve been sick a lot and tired! And dizzy…” He glances down at your chest quickly. “And tender.” (Sakura had listed the symptoms to him before going along with the favor he asked.)
“That’s true…” You reply, glancing to the side of the pillows. It almost sounds as if he wants it. “Naruto, do you-“
“And you’ve even been gaining weight!”
“What?”
“Yeah,” Naruto sits up, causing you to slide back onto his lap. “I thought it was from all of that ice-cream at first, but now…” He grins and pats your backside fondly.
“….”

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Several short minutes later, Naruto found himself standing outside of your locked bedroom door with a slowly healing black eye. He sighs.

“___, come on! It’s not like you’re not going to get any bigger eventually!” …Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say at the moment.

The door unlocks, and he quickly steps out of the way as the door swings and nearly slams into his face. A pillow and a blanket are shoved into his arms and the door slams back shut. He sighs once again. He could always get back inside, locked or unlocked, but it wouldn’t do him any better if you decided to punch him in the other eye.
At least you gave him a blanket and a pillow this time…

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

In the well-lit halls of the Konoha hospital, the Hokage casually strolls to the nurse’s office. It had been two nights since he had been kicked out of the bedroom and didn’t seem like he would be coming back any time soon. You weren’t that much in the talkative mood either, so coming here was the only way that he could find out about the real problem, if you weren’t pregnant (that, and he was tired of you glaring at him while picking at a bowl of low fat ice-cream).

After chatting with a few patients, he had made it to the nurse’s office. He pauses and waits patiently as the nurse seated behind the desk looks busily through a thick folder of files. It wasn’t as if this was some sort of invasion of privacy, as the Hokage he could see any ninja’s or kunoichi’s medical records for a good reason.

The nurse looks up, finally noticing his presence. “Lord Hokage!”

“Yo!” He grins as the young nurse blushes and stammers. “It’s alright; I can wait until you’re done.”

The nurse clears her throat and sets the document. “I’m finished. What can I do for you?”

“Can I see some medical records of a certain person’s? It’s important.”

The nurse nods eagerly and finds the hospital’s filing system. “And what is that person’s name?”

“___ ___” He says stating your full name.

~+~+~+~

Hot water sprays powerfully through your hair, over your skin and from your toes into the tiny cracks of the drain taking the suds from your hair with it. You sigh as hot water rushes soothingly down your aching back and legs. You blink, suddenly alert and glance outside the shower curtain. Who could be-

At the sudden crackle and small cloud of smoke appearing blurred in the wet, see-through barrier of your shower curtain, you turn and watch alarmed as Naruto, still dressed in his Hokage robes, steps out from the dispersing cloud of smoke. Without a word, he rips open the shower curtain and scans over your front quickly before grabbing your hips and turning you back to him.

“Naruto!”

He stares down at the middle of your back where an old and slightly faded chakra seal lay etched into your skin. “When were you going to tell me about this?” He asks, holding back building anger.

“How did you find out?” You question softly, just loud enough to hear over the shower spray. You pull away from his grip and turn to meet his eyes coolly.

He holds up the medicals records from the Konoha hospital, careful not to let the folder get hit by the spray of water, half the arm of his robe was already drenched.

You hadn’t expected that he would personally go to the hospital to find out about it. “Isn’t that an abuse of power?”

“Is that all you’re going to say? No ‘oops, I forgot to mention it’ or ‘sorry I lied?’”

“I did not lie.” You turn off the shower abruptly, slip pass him and grab a towel. “What is there to say? You know now. It’s not like I’m dying.” You answer after securely wrapping the towel around you.

He narrows his eyes, even more ticked off by your coolness. “You could have been killed! If I didn’t replace Konohamaru with you… You would have put your life and the life of your team in danger!”

You turn and look at him offended. “I took the jonin exams twice, and I’m a trained ANBU agent. I know how to take care of my team.”

“You were on my team in the ANBU. I trained with you. I know your strengths. Without any chakra-based defense or attacks, what would you do? You couldn’t beat anyone on your level with taijutsu, and you can’t take anyone down by just being sexy, most of the time.” He says quite familiar with your level of skill, especially in taijutsu.

“I’ve changed since then and I’m not beneath you anymore.” You point out confidently. “Whether or not you think so, I’ve improved since then, I think so, and I know so. And I’m a perfectly competent adult, so I can make my own decision to complete the regular duties of a jonin, which you have no say in because only a legally married spouse can hold back their partner from the duties of a ninja or kunoichi for specific personal or medical reasons.” You state smugly, it wasn’t so often that you could show off your own intelligence without your genin team around.

You exit the bathroom, and head toward your bedroom, Naruto follows you shortly.

“Fine,” He grunts thoughtfully. “Will you marry me?”

You pause and turn to face the blond incredulously. Wordlessly, you turn, shut, and lock your bedroom door behind you, leaving the Hokage in the room alone.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~
In the Ichiraku ramen bar, a former student and teacher sit having light conversation over bowls of ramen. Naruto did not get to spend as much time with his old academy teacher as often as he used to, so he enjoyed the times during his lunch hour where he could sit and chat with his teacher.
“I’m sure she had a good reason for not telling the truth.” Iruka Umino says. "Between you and ___, it'll sort itself out eventually."
Naruto sighs at his former teacher's advice and slurps up the rest of his ramen. "I think I'm engaged."
"What?"
"Unless 'fuck you' or 'go to hell' means no."
“…Maybe you should have asked her at a different time.”

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

In the bright, sterile room of the Konoha hospital, you stand looking down impassively at the unlit, white candle placed carefully on the inside of the sealing circle you stood in the center of. One stood behind you and directly to your left and right, all of them bordering the thick, black ink of swirls and scrawl of words that made up the circle. Kneeling beside the outside of the circle, the Hokage finishes the circle and connects two swirls together. At that, all four candles light up and burn with a strong, steady blue flame.

The following day in a similar room in the hospital, along with your doctor’s words pass through your mind.

“It seems that the erratic, rapidly flowing chakra within you is steadily hindering your control, which is making it more difficult for you to use your chakra properly. Your body is trying to adjust to the changes and that’s why you have been feeling ill lately.” The young doctor says, flipping over the papers of her clipboard.

“That makes sense… So?” It actually did not make too much sense to you, and you were ready to leave the hospital.

“I have looked deeper into your family’s medical history, and found that it is hereditary. Your father suffered from it,” The doctor says ignoring your question. “And your uncle was a carrier. As is seems, after the death of your father, your uncle developed a chakra seal to counter some of the effects of the disease. Not so soon after developing the chakra seal, your uncle passed away also, it’s quite tragic.” The doctor ends stoically while tucking away her clipboard.

“Yes, I know. I was there. Was there a point to that other than to make me feel bad?” You snap, irritated with the good doctor’s demeanor.

“Actually, there is.” She smiles, apparently feeling that it was the proper time to. “Your uncle’s chakra seal will cease to counter the effects of your deficiency in the next three or four days. Fortunately for you, the Lord Hokage has already volunteered to redo your uncle’s chakra seal for you.”

You shiver as warm, calloused hands slide down your bare back and halt at the middle of your back. You stand in the center of the sealing circle, holding the front of your hospital gown to your chest to prevent it from slipping off your body altogether. Behind you, the Hokage traces over the small, bold chakra seal on the middle of your back, and the seal crumbles off your skin like dried paint at the brush of his fingers. He slides his hand away from the crumpling seal, over your back, to the nape of your neck, over your shoulders and back down your back. He begins the same trail back up.

“Can you stop feeling on me and do your job already?” You question, glancing back at him.

“I can’t help it, you’re so soft!” He says, dipping his hands underneath your hospital gown and rubbing your tense shoulders.

“I believe this is sexual harassment.” You begin to relax under his touch.

“You haven’t seen sexual harassment yet.” You can feel him grinning against the back of your neck, and his hands moving down your sides, slipping into the front of your hospital gown. “The nurse shouldn’t be back for another ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Or you can get your hands out of there and do what you volunteered to do.”

“Alright, alright.” He slips his hands from your hospital gown. “But I’m expecting to play horny-kage and sexy patient later.”

At the flicker of the candles’ flames, he begins performing the hand seals. Not so soon after he begins the swirls of black ink of the circle stirs and peels up from the floor. You barely notice the glow and crackle of the chakra behind you as he presses his hands into your back. At first, the light flow of chakra gently pours into your system and then at once becomes a painful and powerful surge of heat bursting through your veins from your toes to your fingertips.

Moments later, the jutsu is completed and the once strongly burning candles lay in cooling heaps of melted wax around the circle. The pain dulls down to a faint pulse throughout your system and you quickly find yourself losing consciousness as the foreign chakra settles into your system.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

Two days later, past midnight, in the bedroom of your apartment you lay wide-awake staring at the ceiling. The sealing had gone well, and in the last two days, your body has been recovering and adapting to the new seal and chakra within you.

You glance to the bedroom door and then to the window on the opposite side of the room. Moonlight shined through the partially open curtain and left a luminous trail over the foot of your bed, barely grazing your toes.

Several months after your uncle first gave you the chakra seal, he died. You were the first person in your family who had gotten the seal and the highest ranking and still living kunoichi in your family. Your sweet, slightly crazed with age, old grandmother is the only living family member you have left, and she was never a kunoichi.

Gradually, and silently, your family members were overcome by their own source of life. Your uncle, a medic nin, would have probably lived a longer life if he did not create the chakra seal and sacrifice his own chakra to attempt to save his remaining family from the illness. However, now was not the time to be thinking of what could have been, but to be praising your uncle’s achievement. You wouldn’t be alive without him today.

There was no way of convincing Naruto not to redo the seal. Not even the aftereffects of the seal, or the explanation of what happened to your uncle. The constant burn and leeching of chakra did not scare him and you weren’t surprised that he wasn’t. He actually joked that it couldn’t be worse than you getting his wallet and going out for an all-day shopping spree. He definitely has death wish and one day…

The bedroom door slides open and Naruto walks inside. In the dark, he removes his clothes, tosses them aside and climbs into bed. You shift closer to his side when he gets comfortable.

“You’re still awake?” He asks, looking down at your form snuggling next to him.

“It still tingles.” You answer quietly, referring to seal.

“Yeah, I seem to have that affect on people.” He shifts to wrap his arm around your waist and smirks. “Remember that time during the chunin exams, in the Sand in that broom closet? And how you passed out?”

You roll over onto your stomach and rest your head on his chest, smiling softly. “Oh yeah, I did fall asleep. Did I apologize for that?”

“…Either you’re really cranky or that really hurt.”

“I’m not cranky or hurtful. I’m truthful.” You tilt your head up and grin at him. “Why would I lie to my fianc�?”

“About that…”

“We’ve been engaged for the last four days and seven hours, I think. Let’s not wait too long.”

“___, you told me to go to hell.”

“Since when have ‘fuck you’ for you meant ‘no?’ It always seemed like a go ahead.” You smirk at his perplexed expression. “And I thought about it and changed my mind. If we can stay together for nearly a whole year, than we can definitely do it until one of us dies.”

“Alright, but don’t get mad at me when you find out that death is a long time away.” He yawns.

“I would be insulted by that if I wasn’t too tired and happy.” His drowsiness is catching onto you quickly, despite you being wide-awake a minute or two ago.

At that, he chooses not to respond and concentrates more on sleep instead. You begin to succumb to the dream world yourself, but find yourself quickly woken up by the light trace of his fingertips underneath your nightshirt and over the seal at the middle of your back. The seal was deeply engraved into your back as bold as invisible ink, but he seemed to have memorized every swirl and curve that it was made of.

He had probably only done it to win or end the argument and you knew it. Nevertheless, it was hard to stay mad at a guy who snooped through your records and completed an intricate, draining jutsu for your own well-being. Since your chakra seal is resealed, everything will go back to the way they were with less arguing and confusion.

It would all be the same, and the only difference now is that you’re engaged and will eventually get married. Marriage is and always has been a big step, but what will really change? You’re already living, sleeping and eating together. You’ve already noticed his slightly uncivil eating habits and he’s recognized your slightly gushy moods. There will be no surprises on the wedding night unless it’s a new position. The only real change will be your name.

Mrs. ____ Uzumaki. Becoming a Mrs. would certainly be new. Mrs. Uzumaki would be a fair leap for your whole name. You would no longer carry the name of the few proud ninja who died in battle, for the sake of their family and at the hands of an illness, but the name of a family that has not yet begun to grow or sprout. Mrs. ____ Uzumaki.

“What?”

You blink and look up at him in the dark. “What?”

“You keep saying my name. Uzumaki.” He mutters, glancing down at you with half closed eyes.

“I must have been thinking out loud. It’s just that I really like the sound of Mrs. Uzumaki.” You smile softly, sliding your fingers underneath his t-shirt. “But did you really mean it when you asked me to marry you? And you weren’t just trying to piss me off or end the argument?”

Several moments of silence later, you glance upwards to find his eyes closed shut, making him seem to be sleeping peacefully. You frown, he couldn’t fall asleep that fast.

“Of course, yes to all, and it worked.” He smiles and opens his eyes slightly.

You blink slowly processing his reply. Now that’s a funny look on his face. You wonder if he’ll grow fangs and get red eyes, or exhale a small cloud of smoke and take another drag. You snigger, but quiet at the look he gives you.

“You’re cute when you smile that way.” You crawl forward, and peck him on the lips lightly. “…In a drunken way.”

He looks up at you confused shortly, before smiling again. “Mrs. Uzumaki’s been hitting the special leaves a little too hard tonight; she’s acting more spaced out than usual.”

“I’m not spaced out, and I don’t know about any special leaves you’re talking about.”

“And I guess there isn’t any left for me…”

“Not when you took it all for yourself earlier.” You snuggle down against him comfortably.

He sighs. “You know we never got to play horny-kage and sexy patient.”

“It’s not the same without the hospital room, and I don’t think a little genjutsu will bring back the mood.”

“Damn. Since when do we need a mood?” Without looking at him, you could tell that he was pouting.

“Since I’m not in the mood.”

“Well that’s new.” He laughs nervously when you look up and frown at him, “Since you’re always in a hot, always ready mood.”

“Am I always?” You ask curiously. “I never noticed. I guess they’re right.”

“What?”

“That I space-out a lot. But in this case, my mind wanders and afterwards you’re on top of me, or I’m on top of you.”

“And you’re welcome.”

Moments later you remember the answer of one of your questions that you failed to process correctly minutes earlier. “What did you mean? ‘Yes to all?’”

“….”

“Naruto?”

~`~`~`~`~`~`~

It was something that was always desired, and when it finally came it was rough, but just the direct opposite of unfeeling.

Misao fought to hold back a moan from pouring from her lips as the ninja behind her furiously took what was left of her virginity. She dug her fingers into the bed sheets as she struggled not to bump her head into the headboard from the force of the ninja’s thrusts. The ninja reaches around her and pinches her-

“Wait a minute, if you’re the ninja, then who the hell is Misao?” You ask irritably, pausing at the beginning pages of the book that Naruto had been secretly writing for the past year or so.

“You! Geez, you don’t remember?” Naruto answers, seeming to be put out that your memory obviously wasn’t as permanent as they were in the book’s. Standing behind you, he slips his hands from your shoulders to your hips and squeezes gently. “It was our first time in the Sand.”

“I do remember. It’s just that it didn’t happen on the training grounds in the Sand in the middle of the day.” You reply slightly confused, and a little amused at the thought. At that time, you were willing and quite adamant about getting into Naruto’s pants… But not that willing.

“Minor detail, it spices up the story. I changed and added some stuff here or there, but it’s still the same.” He replies, pressing his lips to your neck softly.

“Like Misao giving the ninja a blow job in the bathhouse? I didn’t do that.” You point out turning to the page said scene was on. Absentmindedly, you cover the pan on the stove with its top, and turn the flame off.

“You might as well have. I don’t see the difference.” He says, eyeing the page behind you.

“The difference between washing your back and giving you blow job?”

“So you call that washing my back, but on the wrong side with your mouth?” He questions dryly.

“I dropped the soap!” You huff. “Well, according to this book, I had a right to see what I was working with since apparently I was on top of it in the next few hours.”

He sniggers and reaches around you and turns the page. You narrow your eyes at a certain paragraph and glance at him over your shoulder. “I never made anyone break up with their ex-girlfriend.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asks, meeting your eyes.

You turn to face him, abruptly shutting the book. “Yes, I might have nudged it along, but I never-“

You’re cut off when the blond kisses you firmly. Now this was a constant thing with Naruto, he always cuts you off in the middle of a sentence. You open your mouth slightly, to which he eagerly takes advantage of, and presses you backwards into the stove. You curl your fingers into his thick, blond hair, pulling him down closer to you. He pulls away briefly.

“Remember I said I changed and added some stuff here or there?”

You pant lightly, taking your time to remember what he was talking about again. “Oh.”
He smirks. “You’re so hot when I kiss you breathless and you can’t remember what we were talking about a minute before.”
You roll your eyes, flushing lightly. “You know, some people may get the wrong idea.” You turn the book to its side. Wanton Ninja by U. Oturan. “…Were you looking in a mirror while thinking of a pen name?”
“I may have been…”
“How many people you know, already know you wrote this?”
“Only a few, but I didn’t tell anyone that it’s about us. Happy White Day!” He leans in to kiss you again, but you quickly cover your lips with his book.
It was enough that he remembered White Day when you forgot about it, but to write and publish a book as a gift when you gave him a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day was just making you look bad. However, it was still pretty much a gift for you and the whole raunchy book community.
Of course, people will find out with a pen name like U. Oturan, that is if they didn’t already know from the Valentine’s Day festival incident. Even since, and before Valentine’s Day you never really cared for other’s opinions and you just valued privacy. But as of now, at least those following would get a more detailed story instead of a dialogue this time.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just really like your book.” You smile lowering the paperback from your lips. “And since Misao and ‘the ninja’ didn’t get caught doing those things in the bathhouse and the training grounds, I was wondering what it would have been like if we did it.”
“Well,” Naruto moves forward and wraps his arms around you loosely. “I know Gaara would be pissed.”
You smirk as an enraged Kazekage comes to mind. Normally an angry Kazekage was not anything to smile about, but it was just that the Kazekage in your mind seemed sexy pissed off, or maybe it’s just that you have a thing for angry kages. The angered Kazekage quickly evaporates from your mind as an incensed Hokage appears, snapping open your shower curtains and manhandling you.
He had a right to be angry, as the Hokage and your boyfriend, and you understood that now. You chose to keep a secret that you could have told him about from the beginning, just to keep your own shame of your family’s weakness in the dark. Despite that, he went forward anyway to help you and reseal your uncle’s seal. Plus, for some mysterious reason countered your secret with a marriage proposal, and afterwards you mysteriously accepted.
You can’t help but wonder after the past week or so, are you two ready to get married? Your own view of a happily married couple didn’t involve either spouse stashing away sad, secrets of shame, so what good of a wife are you for Naruto?
You return the blonde’s loose hug with a tighter one, clenching the fabric of his loose t-shirt between your fingers. Of course, you love Naruto, and isn’t that what marriages are centered around, loving and trusting another person?
Almost as much as you’re assured, the thought of marriage does scare you. Honestly, are the two of you ready to marry each other? There’s some obvious faults in your relationship, but…
You glance up to his face, studying the whisker marks on both of his cheeks before setting your gaze on his eyes. He looks down at you curiously.
As long as Naruto is here with you, you can happily conclude that whatever may happen, you’ll always stay together in the end. No matter what problems.
“Naruto, if you’re going to make a sequel I can give you a few ideas.” The smirk easily returns to your lips, and you break apart from him and lean against the edge of the kitchen table. “Picture this; Misao spread out on top of the table drizzled with syrup, and pancakes and sausage and other food for breakfast.”
He pauses at the mental image, “If you drizzled your body with-“ He stops as an idea suddenly pops into his head, and drools. “Ramen!”
You arch a brow at his expression. What is with this guy and ramen? If he thought for one second that you would marinade yourself in noodles and broth…
He seems to snap back to reality and he grins down at you. He leans over you, sufficiently trapping you against the table as he leans both of hands on the table on either side of you. “Hey, ___-“
“No.”
He blinks and grin fades from his face. “What?”
“No ramen. I will not let you eat, suck, or lick any noodles off of me and I will not marinade myself in an oversized bowl of ramen.” You say firmly.
“That wasn’t what I was going to ask.” He mutters and looks away innocently. “We can try that later, but for now I just want to eat you.”
“Excuse me?” Did he say ‘try that later’?
“Savor your flavor!” He tucks his hands underneath your thighs and pushes you up onto the table.
You blink widely in surprise as he pushes you back against the dull, wooden surface of the table and begins to yank off your bedclothes. You couldn’t blame him, you hadn’t had sex in more than a week. Well, he was partial to blame for commenting about that when he thought you were pregnant.
You gasp softly as his lips meet your skin, along with the slight graze of his blond hair. You’re sure that he didn’t mean eating literally, but he was sucking and licking your skin as if you really drizzled yourself in the sugary sweetness of a syrup, or in his case, ramen. You dig your fingers into the back of his t-shirt when he abruptly pulls you up and into his lap as he sits down in a matching chair of the kitchen table.
His typical morning hardness presses against you and you grind yourself down onto him in response. He groans, and grabs your hips and firmly grinds you down against his clothed arousal. You moan at the friction and press your mouth against his roughly, as he heightens the friction.
Inwardly you shiver; it almost feels as if someone… You break the kiss and yank his t-shirt from his body, briefly pausing his grinding. You quickly attack the certain spot on his neck that you know is particularly sensitive… Then, get that paranoid feeling in your mind to hurry things along because you just might not get to finish. You slide your hand into his night pants and carefully pull out his stiff and happy sex. He hisses softly as you gently stroke him in your hand. Slowly, you lift yourself up and lower your-
At the abrupt, loud pounding on the apartment door, you pause. “Hey, Naruto! Come to the damn door, I know you’re here, boy!”
The ero-senin, Lord Jiraiya. You exchange an annoyed look with Naruto, lick your lips, and lower yourself further, barely pressing against the head of his sex.
“You get out here or I’ll bust down the door and drag you out here!”
There was probably nothing more dampening for your own arousal than a dirty, old man yelling right outside your door. “Naruto, go see what he wants.”
“No way!” He pulls you back as you begin to remove yourself from him. “If we ignore him, he’ll go away.”
You gently pry his hands from your hips and stand up. “Right, he is not going to break my door again, just go and see what he wants. Talk quickly.”
Moments later, the ero-senin was obviously not expecting you to swing open the door. You stand, leaning against the doorframe, hair in slight disarray, lips set in a bruised pout, and the t-shirt, loosely concealing your form barely covered your thighs that pressed firmly together.
“Good morning, Lord Jiraiya.” The alluring smile set upon your lips, and breathy words completed the illusion.
Still standing inside the kitchen, you stare surprised at the clone of you standing in the doorway. Moments of smooth talking, and giggling later, ‘you’ shut the door, turn, and grin at yourself. You arch a brow at your mirror image, you never knew that you could grin that wide. With an abrupt, smoky poof, your clone disappears and Naruto emerges from the fading smoke.
“Now-“
“You think that imitation could fool me!”
The apartment door swings back open, slamming into Naruto on the way and sending him into the wall with a heavy, painful thump. Jiraiya walks inside of the apartment after kicking the door and sees you standing in the kitchen. You blink as a flush suddenly darkens his cheeks.
“Good morning, ____-chan.”
A wind swept through the room at the door swinging open and you quickly pull the baggy t-shirt back down over your form to your thighs as far as possible. Jiraiya laughs heartily and easily sidesteps the door nearly slamming against him. Blushing hotly, you turn from the old man and quickly find, and slip on your discarded pajama pants. A recovered, and pissed off Naruto proceeds to yell at and curse the ero-senin out.
After retrieving a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer, you turn and glare, embarrassed and irritated at the arguing Hokage and perverted old man.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~
One Month Later

In the Konoha hospital, on a sunny, Tuesday morning you sit in your doctor’s office, once again clothed in the thin, plain fabric of a hospital gown. You slip the ties of the gown through your fingers, a little bored with waiting for your doctor to return to the room. From the window, sunlight shines through the open blinds and partly over the hospital bed and books on the doctor’s desk. Twirling a lock of hair around your finger, you gaze over the doctor’s desk and study a framed picture of who must be a friend or lover of your doctor.

You frown… Who keeps pictures of their friends on their desk? Perhaps, very close friends… A close male friend? But your doctor kind of seemed like a bitch, and not the type to have male friends… Definitely a lover.

The office door slides open and your doctor walks in as her white coat billows behind her. You look up, happy to not have to wait any longer for the stoic woman. Shuffling through several sheets of paper, she pauses before you and… Smiles?

“Fortunately, the test results show that your seal is still in excellent form and is still working properly, so this will be your last appointment for that. You were lucky that the Hokage came along so soon with a surplus of chakra when you needed it.” She comments and finds the paper the she’s searching for.

“Yes, very lucky.” You hold back a yawn, looking towards the window.

“Very lucky, indeed, I also have some other news to tell you. “ The smile doesn’t seem to want to leave her face. “Ms. ___, you’re pregnant, congratulations.”
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Ok, so White Day was a couple of months ago, but like Effusive, Sunshine and Icecream doesn't really stick it to White Day. I'm sure the romance is better though, in it's own way... And I purposely tried to add or mention every Naruto character that I could, even Sasuke, and hints towards Orochimaru if anyone noticed.
This is probably the last Naruto oneshot I'll be doing of this line, unless I get any more ideas for this line.
Thanks for reading, review if you like.
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