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Of Jinchuriki and Uzumaki	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 50072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wicked Intentions
(even my chapter titles suck Sasuke's twenty-inch cock...)
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            Kushina made sure her nakedness was hidden, made sure the rise of her nipples weren’t witnessed and her fiery mound blocked with a modest hand. She hated being in his presence, his eyes on her so intently. It was her own spirit, yet this monster had some reign of its design. For one thing, ever since she matured, her clothes had always been missing whenever she came to his presence; for another, his ill-intent flooded the atmosphere. She never knew if it was a lust to hurt his jailor or a lust for her that made him behave so, saturated the air with sinful lust that it was just about palpable on her tongue.
            She pursed her lips, glaring at the Kyubi. She didn’t say a word after giving his title, waiting for him to address her and his reasons for drawing her consciousness here. Asleep, she could fall prey to his call so much easier.
            Her son had made peace, but the complexity of the Tailed-Beasts couldn’t be unraveled with some fist bump. And as far as Kushina was concerned, there was nothing redeeming of the monster named Kurama.
            “I had thought us both gone, girl,” growled the Fox with a grin. “Most of my power resides in your boy, but part of me will always be chained to your soul. Such is the fate of the Jinchuriki and your wretched seal.”
            Kushina glowered. If only there was a way to seal him deeper, plunge him further into her soul to where his influence could never reach her. Sleep had always been a chore without Minato at her side.
            Kurama eyed her carefully, traveling along her hidden nakedness. Her crotch… His muzzle crinkled with the slightest hint of an unpleased snort. She wasn’t about to move her arm out of the way, no matter how long his stare lingered. “Nothing to say? Hmph! You’re normally more chatty, Kushina. Are you afraid to be in my presence again?”
            Provocation… Kushina knew the Fox’s tricks well enough, even if she distanced herself from his wicked aura. Truthfully, of all the Jinchuriki to house him within their souls, Kushina had always been the most closed off, refusing the powers he could afford her. Minato’s presence calmed and strengthened her. What need of she for the vast well of dark power Kurama could offer?
            Unfortunately, she was asleep; his pull was strongest when she was unconscious, and therefore, she could not escape this void easily. The weight of Kurama’s Chakra anchored her here and was not easy to resist.
            It required cunning to escape him, and unfortunately, that meant playing his game. She inhaled deep, and exhaled carefully. Her eyes flashed hard, locking onto Kurama’s face. Then she smirked. “I should’ve known you had something to do with it,” she said, and the arm across her chest tightened, pushing up the cleavage. That Kurama’s eyes flicked towards them was not a detail Kushina ignored. “All these thoughts today; all the feelings. I should’ve suspected that it was your doing.” She spoke firmly in her accusations.
            Kurama knew exactly what she was referring to. Though not having visible access to the outside, he could always capture an image of the goings-on and knew of the perversions of her son, the boy harboring the bulk of his Chakra.
            He chortled, his maw dropping. His limbs tugged against the chains. His claws flexed against the poles speared through them. “You think I am the cause of how you behaved today?” He chuckled more at Kushina’s undaunted form. “Heh, if I had control over you, Kushina, you would not have been squatting outside the door like a cowering mouse.”
            The remark caught Kushina by surprise; more that she was being reminded of the indecent act than him having any knowledge of it. She shrunk back a little like a swing had been taken at her. She had suspected the Kyubi to have something to do with her odd behavior and thoughts; it was his voice, after all, that had beckoned the image of her engulfing her son’s nightly erection into her mouth. It was along the lines of a genjutsu or sensing strong intent.
            “What you want, girl,” Kurama growled with pleasure, “is what you want. I have nothing to do with it. Our resurrection obviously has brought about unexpected consequences. How will your only son react to having such a reprobate as a mother?”
            It was painful to admit the beast had made a good point. If she ever weakened, whether or not it was the Kyubi’s impure influence, Naruto could not be proud to have a mother like her. It was her greatest fear since learning she was pregnant, that she would not meet the standards of her child.
            “There’s one thing that Naruto and I share,” she announced suddenly to break the Fox’s one-sided enjoyment. She met his confusion with determination. “We share the will to never back down, tebane. I won’t let him down!”
            Kurama harrumphed, unimpressed.
            “Even if it means I have to deal with you face-to-face,” she added confidently.
            Were her arms going lax? Her attitude ceased to interest the Fox at this presumable opportunity. Kushina’s body… The arm over her chest dropped a little, no longer supporting the weight of her breasts. A little more would reveal the peaks… He waited with held breath. What was her game? He was too distracted to give it much thought.
            “Ha!” Her arms tensed again, and Kurama was still just as far as ever from seeing her unobstructed form. Dumbfounded, the Fox didn’t know how to react as the redhead cackled at his reaction. “The Nine-Tailed Demon has such a dumb look on his face, tebane! Did I trick you?”
            Kurama recoiled, snarling at her audacity. “Why you…!” If foxes could blush, his face would be awash with pink. With more determination than before, he tore against his bondage, never having wanted to get to Kushina more than he now did. The hasty seal on her boy might’ve given more leeway to his passion, but Kushina’s authentic Uzumaki seal was much stronger and far more focused.
            “Laugh now, Kushina. You’ll see how complicated things will get with your son.” He pulled against the chains once more before settling. “My Chakra cannot be divided between two Jinchuriki; not for long.” An ominous warning, but Kushina kept her smirk up as a shield against him. But then she felt it, like a snake winding up her leg, crawling up to her hidden cleft. His lust was reaching her. He smirked as well. Another slithering feeling at her other leg. It felt like nine tendrils were amassing beneath her, kept at bay only because of a lack of reach. “Now that my Chakra has stabilized within you… you’ll feel the changes. My presence will not be hidden as it was before. You’ll hear my call… Kushina. And you’ll hear it from your son as well. What will happen?”
            Kushina felt her stomach quiver. If her feelings in the day were any indication of what he meant…
            She refused to let him frighten her. She’d spent too much of her life fearing him to let him control her now that she had to be strong for her son. Like Naruto, she would conquer the Kyubi’s presence; unlike Naruto, it would not be a friendly compliance.
            But she’d heard enough for now. She’d exposed Kurama’s vulnerabilities; she could get out now. He was weakened temporarily, unfocused. Easy to derail, she thought with her cocky grin.
            She halfway turned. “It’s at least good to know what your intentions are, Demon. I was starting to wonder if you even still existed inside me. Now that I know, you won’t catch me off guard.”
            “You make it sound like it’ll be easy.”
            She turned more away from him, leering over her shoulder. “It will be, tebane.” Her hand came up from her groin; her back was to him, so he could not glimpse her sex. He did have a perfect view, however, of her ass when she pulled her hair aside and leaned forward just slightly. Kurama gasped sharply, seeing the shapely curve of her butt and the merest hint of the fur of her crotch.
            The anchoring will of his Chakra was vanquished in that one instant, and her own will pulled her from the Kyubi’s prison.
            Gasping loudly, throwing back the blankets, Kushina sat up in Naruto’s bed and panted. Escaping that plane of her existence always taxed her. She looked around and made sure that she was back from the Kyubi’s clutches. She was awake, and… it was morning? Late morning from the look of it! The sun beat hard against the curtains drawn at her bedside; they must’ve been closed by her son.
            Naruto!
            Kushina wheeled from the window to look where her son slept… or rather, had slept. The blankets had already been folded and set back in their corner. It was rare for him to get up before her, but circumstances had never been like this before. Since her resurrection, she hadn’t had any inkling that Kurama was within her still.
            She groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her head as if easing the last pangs of a headache. The meeting with her inner demon aside, she hated that Naruto went off without one of her delicious, nutritious, mother-made breakfasts. She shoved the Kyubi from her mind; the less she thought of him, the better. Right now, she had to prep for the day, hunt down her boy, and make him eat!
            Knock-Knock!
            The front door blocked the brunt of the volume, but a boisterous laugh echoed beyond it. “Kushina-chan! Are you up?! Can’t waste the day indoors!”
            Kushina blinked. “Kizashi-san?” He wasn’t much of an acquaintance before her demise; lately, he started to pop up more and more in her life. One could almost say that he’d started to give her more attention than his own wife. Kushina couldn’t – and wouldn’t – say if there was any truth to that, but she appreciated whatever help he offered, which mostly came in the form of donations of clothing or food. He once offered to take Kushina to dinner, but the mention of his wife brought him to a fit of laughter and the admission that he was just joking.
            Smiling gently when he knocked and made some kind of corny joke, Kushina stood up, straightened out and announced herself. “I’ll be right there!” She scurried to the door with a robe – one of his donations to her – thrown over her nightclothes. She turned the locks and opened the apartment to her newfound friend.
            … The father of the girl her son was sleeping with, she noted with some embarrassment.
            Kizashi laughed at her unexplained blush. “Your face is matching your hair, Kushina-chan! Don’t let my studly-good looks get the better of you! Gahahaha!”
            Kushina giggled, brushing back her hair and stepping back. “Come in, Kizashi-san. I just need to get dressed.”
            She backed away to give him room, and he eyed her up and down; the looseness of her clothes was flattering to her form. His grin turned his mustache upward as he gingerly closed the door behind him. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t stop you.”
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Still trying to figure this story out… Hmm…
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