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The Weasel's Cub	By : Macabre_Facsimile Category: Naruto > General Views: 13211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor any of its characters, nor do I make any form of profit from the franchise or this fic. I do, however, own a pretty dark mind with which I have created this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
As requested, I’m turning this one-shot into a story. But before you get into it, I have a preferential question regarding another one-shot I have in the works.
It’s a simple story, but at a certain point it can branch off into two different scenarios. I plan on writing both scenarios but I’m too lazy to rewrite the start. So essentially I have two stories which start the same but end on a different note.
Should I publish both as separate stories or as two chapters of the same story? What if one of them gets turned into a multi-chapter but the other doesn’t? If it is published as the latter would I have to republish it on its own at a later date?
I need opinions. Let me know.
Chapter 2
It was with a degree of confusion that Naruto awoke, perched upon his sensei’s broad shoulders like a particularly limp backpack as they jumped from one tree to another. He’d been having a particularly intense nightmare, one which involved a certain someone who looked far too much like Sasuke.
When he did come to his senses though, the absurdity of the way he was being lugged around finally started to sink in, and he quickly twisted out of Jiraiya’s grasp, neatly landing in a crouch on the floor below before looking around himself.
“This is the Konoha forest.” He remarked simply, once everyone had jumped down to him. “How did we get here so fast?”
His ero-sennin turned to him with a stupid grin, clapping a firm hand to his shoulder as he pulled out a notebook with the other one.
“Never mind that, how could you not tell me!?” He giggled. “I honestly had you pinned as a girls’ guy myself.”
“I… what?”
“C’mon, Naruto, don’t be such a prude! Tell me, who was it? What did it feel like? Were you always a bottom or did you just try it this once? This is prime research material here, you’ve gotta-“
A solid right hook courtesy of Tsunade flung Jiraiya into the air, landing him several feet up a nearby tree. A cluster of branches held him for a few brief seconds, before relinquishing their grip and dumping him rather unceremoniously on to the ground below.
Naruto for his part watched the scene quietly, trying to make sense of what his sensei had just asked. But before he could come to his own solutions, the sannin had gotten up, dusted himself off and crouched in front of the teen.
“So who’s the lucky guy?”
The colour must have drained from Naruto’s face, as a moment later all three adults were shooting him concerned looks. He dropped his head, staring down at his feet as he tried to think of a response to that question. After several moments he looked up, biting his lip anxiously.
“How…” Was all he could ask, his voice so low it was scarcely more than a whisper. He suppressed a flinch as Jiraiya was shoved aside, this time landing in a thorny bush, before Tsunade took his place.
“Naruto, what’s the last thing you remember?” She asked simply, jumping into ‘doctor mode’.
The teen’s face scrunched up as the memory of a bitter taste popped into his mind.
“Vomit.”
“You passed out after that.” The Senju continued. She placed a comforting hand on Naruto’s arm, guiding him to a nearby fallen tree and encouraging him to sit down. “I was worried, of course, so I used a simple diagnostic jutsu…”
Naruto’s expression remained guarded as she spoke, mirrored by the growing tension within his stomach. He still refused to look the woman in the eye.
“I couldn’t believe it at first, but I found another trace of life within your body.”
“Oh, that’s-“
“Not the Kyuubi.” Tsunade cut in, knowing what he was about to say. “I mean I found a life growing within you. A foetus.”
She sighed as the blond still didn’t offer a response.
“You’re pregnant, Naruto.”
His shoulders slumped, the only sign that he’d even heard what she said in the first place. Naruto remained silent, probably trying to process the news, and it wasn’t until the medic was about to speak again that he finally replied,
“I thought I might be.”
This hadn’t been the response she was expecting, but she rolled with it anyway.
“Of course, there are people you can talk to about this.” She continued. “And as hokage, I fully intend to grant you any support you-“
“I don’t want it.”
“I’m afraid it’s not as-“
“Get rid of it. Please. I can’t have his baby.”
It was more of an order than a request, and it made Tsunade’s heart ache for the kid,
“Naruto… the thing is…” She spoke slowly, trying to think of the best way to word what she had to say. “Well, the jutsu that was used… it’s a forbidden jutsu. It was designed to protect the baby at all costs.”
“Then reverse the jutsu.” His voice was cold and emotionless, and shockingly different to the happy-go-lucky attitude he usually maintained.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t!?” The teen stood up, his breathing rate steadily increasing as his desperation grew. “I couldn’t give a shit if you have to rip this… this thing out of me with your bare hands, I want you to get rid of it!”
Tsunade stood up beside him, placing a hand on either shoulder as much to restrain him as support him. He tried to wrench himself out of her grasp, still refusing to hold her gaze, but she stood firm.
“Listen to me. This jutsu is designed to put your baby into a protective bubble. If that bubble is popped, if it’s even slightly messed with in a way that the jutsu doesn’t like, it will kill you. There is no way to abort.”
Naruto opened and closed his mouth several times, then set his jaw and turned away. When he found himself still held in place, he instead used a burst of chakra to force his way out of the Senju’s grip, jumping up and clinging to one of the many branches above him.
“Where are you going?” Shizune tried to ask, but he levelled a glare at her. The teen paused for a moment more, before turning and jumping into the trees.
He had no idea whether or not they noticed the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, but then it wasn’t like he particularly cared.
=-=-=-=
Time went by with a quiet sense of urgency, lengthening shadows and darkening clearings as it passed. But still Naruto did not move.
After sprinting away from the clearing, the blond had taken refuge among the roots of a towering oak tree, then curled up into a ball as his carefully bottled emotions burst forth. He was honestly surprised that neither Shizune nor the two sannin had come to look for him, but perhaps they’d seen sense and allowed him the alone time he desperately craved.
It had been a dream that set off his alarm bells to begin with. One he’d fantasized about many a time in the past. A dream where he and Sakura stood arm-in-arm, watching as a pink haired boy with whiskered cheeks ran through the gates of the ninja academy, clearly starting his first day.
Their son.
There was no particular meaning to the dream, really. It had just been a fantasy that Naruto had allowed himself to consider when he chased Sakura around. But the sight of a son that didn’t exist had brought back the memory of the jutsu Itachi had used on him. It had planted the figurative seed, and since then the concerns had only grown.
He’d stubbornly ignored the warning signs. Even when he was waking up every morning ready to projectile vomit what little food he’d eaten, he had just put it down to shock over what had happened. Who’d ever heard of a male pregnancy, anyway?
Except it hadn’t been shock. Now he knew for certain, and the idea that the genes of the man who’d slaughtered his teammate’s clan were growing inside of him was perhaps even more sickening.
Sasuke… how could Naruto break that news to him? How would he be able to look that teme in the face and tell him that his sworn enemy was about to give him a nephew? He supposed it was probably for the best that Tsunade had worked out what had happened – hopefully they could come up with a plan, work something out that could keep Sasuke in the dark. After he’d been hit with that curse mark, the last thing he needed was to find out something like that.
Ah, speak of the devil. He could hear her calling for him now. Being a sannin, she found his little hiding spot quickly enough, and squeezed into the little cove beside him.
“I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but we need to work things out.”
‘Gee, no shit.’ He snarked inwardly. But given that he would need this woman on his side, he instead gave her a simple nod.
“First of all, I need to know a few things. You’re obviously hesitant to talk about it, so I’m going to give you simple statements. Hell, you don’t even need to speak to me, just nod or shake your head to explain whether they’re true or false.”
That certainly made things easier. Naruto chose to take her up on it, not trusting himself to speak without his voice breaking.
“Your baby is the product of male-on-male intercourse.”
True.
“The male ejaculated into you.”
True.
“You didn’t know that the intercourse would result in pregnancy.”
True.
“If you had known that it would result in pregnancy, you would not have done it in the first place.”
A sudden rush of emotion took Naruto by surprise, and he couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“I know this is hard Naruto, but I need to understand these things so that I know where to go from here.”
The teen tried to speak, but a lump had formed in his throat, and all that came out was a sob. Strong arms wrapped around him as Tsunade brought him into a gentle hug.
“I didn’t…” He tried again, only to be cut off by another sob. The doctor rubbed his back soothingly, telling him to take his time.
“I didn’t want to.”
The simple statement brought another flood of tears, and Naruto tried not to think about the way Tsunade’s hand had suddenly stilled.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, kid.”
She already knew what he meant, but without a direct statement there was no way of being certain.
“I didn’t want to do it. I… I fought him. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t stop.”
The words were now tumbling out, a stark contrast to his earlier quietness.
“I hate myself so much, because it felt so good even though I didn’t want to!”
“You… were taken against your own will.”
It was another statement. Another true or false. Though it was spoken in a more emotional voice.
“It’s t-true.”
“Is he a Konoha citizen?”
Yes and no. Itachi is an Uchiha… but he’s also a missing-nin.
“…He was. Not anymore.”
Tsunade nodded, apparently having everything she needed to know for the time being. She remained quiet as Naruto slowly calmed down, only releasing him from the hug when he pulled himself away.
“Where are they?” He asked, referring to Jiraiya and Shizune.
“I sensed your chakra, so I sent them to Konoha to deliver the good news. We’re only ten minutes away from the gates now, as the hawk flies, if you’re ready to get going.”
“I guess so, but… well, can we go slowly? I still want to talk.”
The senju obliged, crawling out from underneath the tree and helping Naruto to his feet. They began to head back to the village at a leisurely pace; one which would lengthen their time to around an hour. It was surprising how much of a difference it made to be able to talk about what happened – Naruto found his mind was clearer than ever now that the tears had dried.
“We need to plan something out.” He began. Tsunade nodded. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
“Not even your team?”
“Especially my team. Sakura would be disgusted with me, Sasuke would hate me.”
“And your sensei? What would he say?”
“I… don’t know. He would probably laugh a bit, really. He reads Ero-sennin’s books in public.”
The sannin couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that. When Naruto send her a quizzical look, she quickly explained that just from that description alone she knew exactly who they were talking about.
“Jiraiya talks about him. Apparently he met Jiraiya in a strip club once, and fanboy-ed over him so hard that he was swamped by girls for the rest of that night, all of them thinking he was some superstar or something.”
He raised an eyebrow, committing this information to memory as future blackmail material.
“In any case, you won’t really start to show for another couple of months, so you’re fine to continue taking D-rank missions if you want to. Some babysitting jobs would be great for you, I’d say.”
The teen winced at that. He REALLY didn’t want to think about having to raise a child right now.
“When you do start to show, I’m sure you could use a henge to cover it up, at least for your teammates’ sake. Kakashi might see through it, but I’m willing to bet that he wouldn’t bring it up unless you did.”
“You’re willing to bet on it? That’s worrying.”
Tsunade hit him gently on the shoulder, obviously holding back a lot due to his condition.
“Brat.”
“Old bag.”
They shared a laugh, but the mood quickly sank as their thoughts turned back to the issue at hand.
“Given the nature of your work, it’s best if you start toning it down after four months.” She stated. “The physical demand that comes with taking missions may cause miscarriages, and I fear for the safety of both you and your child if that happens. We simply don’t know what this jutsu is capable of.”
“What am I going to say to everyone? I can’t just… stop turning up. They’ll start looking for me.”
“We have four months to think of that. I believe that Jiraiya was thinking of taking you on a training trip, so perhaps that’s an option.”
“I don’t know… when we were looking for you, he was always leaving me on my own to train while he went to bars and flirted with everyone. I’d rather stay in the village – at least I know there are ANBU around.”
They walked for a while, each remaining within their own thoughts.
“What about ANBU?” She asked eventually. “They’re secretive, keep to themselves and they have whole networks of underground areas. I’m sure they have housing down there too.”
“But that still wouldn’t explain what’s happening to my team.”
“Well actually it does. You were directly involved with a fight between the three legendary sannin, and lived to tell the tale. Both Jiraiya and I are witnesses to that. So once I’m sworn in as hokage, I can speak with the head of ANBU and arrange for you to spend the remaining couple of months of your pregnancy within their headquarters. I can tell Kakashi that you were drafted in for ANBU training.”
“That’s a good idea, I think that’ll work for now.” Naruto commended with a small smile. “But what about when I suddenly turn up with a child that may or may not look like me, and may or may not come to have the sharingan?”
“Well… we could say you picked the kid up on a mission. Make up a sob story about watching his parents die, adopting him as your own because he reminded you a lot of yourself and wanted to give him a good life. It would be a good explanation for why you left the ANBU so soon after joining.”
Silence reigned for a few moments, before something clicked.
“Wait - the sharingan?”
The wide-eyed gaze on Naruto’s face was enough for Tsunade to connect the dots.
“Oh… I see. That’s… well, it complicates things a bit, doesn’t it? But then again, even if the child does manifest the sharingan, I’m sure it would take a few years for that to happen.”
When they reached the gates, Tsunade gave the teen a tight hug.
“If you need anything from now on, you know where I am.” She told him. “I expect you to come and see me for a check-up in five weeks’ time, to make sure this baby is doing okay. I’m sure I’ll see you and your team later on when you take another mission though!”
They bade one another goodnight, then each went their separate ways. Tsunade headed to the hokage tower, figuring that she might as well make a start on business, while Naruto went to Ichiraku ramen, grabbed a to-go box and headed home.
A lot of things were bound to change in his life from this point, but he’d be damned if Ichiraku ramen was one of them.
=-=-=-=
[Two months]
Naruto grumbled aloud as his alarm clock sounded, signalling the beginning of a new day. He’d barely gotten any sleep, as per usual, and Kakashi had been talking about taking lots of back-to-back missions today.
The teen got up with difficulty, doing his best not to let out a curse as his swollen belly got in his way.
‘Damn that old granny.’ He muttered internally. ‘Two months before starting to show? My ass.’
His stomach had begun bulging considerably not even three weeks after their conversation, leading to him having to use henge far sooner than he’d expected. It had seemed to work for him though, as neither Sakura nor Sasuke had even mentioned it, and Kakashi was… well, Kakashi. Though he did -send the blond a funny look every now and then, it seemed as though Tsunade had been right about him not mentioning the subject.
Naruto had put the misinformation down to a mistake on the hokage’s part. After all, she surely wouldn’t have been able to tell exactly when the baby had been created, so there should have been plenty of room for error there.
As he padded to the kitchen, he made note of the cloudy sky outside.
‘Rain, huh. That’s supposed to be a bad omen. The last time it rained here was…’
He shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about the hokage’s funeral, nor the horrible events that had followed. Instead, he went over to the fridge and took out two bento boxes. He stuffed one into the backpack he’d taken to wearing on missions, then brought the other to the table and began to eat.
After spying his haggard complexion one day, Tsunade had sent Shizune over to grill him about the food he was eating. When he’d explained that he really had no idea what to eat, especially considering most shopkeepers wouldn’t serve him, the lady had taken it upon herself to provide him with enough bento boxes to last him for the next few weeks. It was good enough food, but he had to admit he really missed his ramen.
‘Only another… what, six months? Aw, man.’
A knock at the door distracted Naruto from his internal pouting, and he suppressed a sigh.
“Be there in a sec!” He called, quickly activating a henge and looking himself over in a mirror. Eh, he still looked pretty gaunt, but at least now he didn’t look outright malnourished.
Surprisingly enough, when Naruto answered the door, it was Kakashi who greeted him on the other side. In all honesty, the teen hadn’t thought that the jounin might know where he lived, but that thought was dwarfed by the fact that his sensei, who was notorious for being late, had shown up early!
“Oh, hey sensei. I’m not late am I?” He asked distractedly as he invited the man in. He was suddenly, painfully aware of the sheet of paper he’d left on his dining table, which contained a list of different names. Kakashi seemed to have noticed what had captured the teen’s attention, as he strolled forwards and picked it up.
He was tempted to snatch it out of his sensei’s hands, but he knew that it would only make him more suspicious.
“No, I just came to say that there had been a change of plans for today.” He replied, and Naruto was sure his eye had narrowed as he read. “What’s with the names?”
“Oh, I uh, thought I might get a dog at some point.” The blond stated, picking the first excuse he could think of. “But I didn’t know if I would suit one, so I wrote down a few of the listed ones in the pet shop and I thought maybe I could go to meet them.”
It was a shoddy excuse, but it seemed believable enough – so much so, in fact, that Kakashi’s visible eye seemed to light up. He bit his thumb, running through a few hand seals… and summoned Pakkun, one of his nin-dogs.
“Well if you want experience looking after dogs, you can always look after this guy for the day.” He suggested.
Naruto was in far too deep to just refuse the offer now, so he nodded hesitantly and crouched down to greet him.
“Hey Pakkun, do you mind if I look after you today?” He asked, then turned to Kakashi. “…actually, you said there’s been a change of plan right? What’s going on?”
“Aah yes, there has been a sudden decrease in D-ranks lately, as the rebuild effort after the invasion has finally been completed. There are so many genin expecting to take D-ranks that the godaime has had to limit them to 2 missions, per team, per day. So we’re going to take those two missions earlier than expected, then get some sparring underway. I’ve already spoken to Sasuke and Sakura, and they’re probably waiting for us now.”
“Okay, just give me a moment and I’ll be ready.” Naruto said, picking up the readily-packed backpack. “I have, like, half a bento here if you’re hungry. Or I could give it to Pakkun…?”
The pug let out a little ‘yip’ at that, and Kakashi nodded to him.
“I’ll take that, if you will.” He barked, immediately beginning to scoff the food as soon as Naruto set it down.
“It’s interesting that you’re eating so healthy.” The jounin remarked a few minutes later, as the teen locked his door. “Especially considering how bad you look on the outside.”
“Yeah, blame Shizune-neechan.” He replied. “Apparently living on ramen isn’t the right way to support a growing body. Who would have believed it!?”
He wasn’t really lying – that was what Shizune had said. He just neglected to mention the fact that it wasn’t his body that the medic-apprentice was talking about.
Their journey concluded in relative silence, with the only exception being when Pakkun requested to sit on top of Naruto’s backpack, complaining that his paws ached. He was rather thankful for that, actually – even if the henge worked to hide his bloated belly, it was still there, and the weight pressing down behind him at least gave him a good reason to waddle around.
=-=-=-=
“That’ll do for today.” Kakashi called jovially as team seven put down their baskets. Their missions today had consisted of catching Tora – in which Naruto had fortunately been allowed a communicative role - and then collecting rubbish from the local park. “I have a little work to do, so head off for lunch and I’ll see you at training ground seven in an hour.”
“Um, Sensei? I have to meet up with the hokage soon.” Sakura piped up. “It’s probably going to last all afternoon.”
After her aunt had been injured last month, Sakura had gone to visit at the hospital and witnessed Tsunade and Shizune working their magic on a sick patient. Through one way or another, she’d somehow managed to convince them to let her train as another apprentice, and now took semi-weekly lessons with them.
“Sure, go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As Kakashi disappeared in a body-flicker, Sasuke slinked away and Sakura followed after him in true fangirl fashion, Naruto was left alone with Pakkun, who seemed to have taken a liking to the softness of his hair.
Since he already had his food, he decided to head straight to training ground seven so that he could eat his food without having to constantly check the time. The teen had a feeling that Kakashi would be extra late to make up for his earliness that morning, so he made sure to settle down in a comfortable position with his back against a tree.
He ate his food with little appetite, only really forcing it down because it was supposed to be good for the baby. Despite not really caring whether or not the baby lived, Naruto knew that he would have to carry it to term in order to survive himself, so he found himself taking care of his own body for that reason.
He would have imagined it would have been a pretty interesting sight for anyone passing by, as they would have seen a teenager slouching against a tree, occasionally feeding pieces of food to his hair. But as a matter of fact, Pakkun had somehow managed to nestle himself inside so that he was barely visible, and happily snaffled up the food he was offered.
In this position, Naruto was pleased to find that the perpetual backache he’d been dealing with was significantly better. After such a poor sleep the night before, it was inevitable that he eventually found his eyes growing heavy, and he allowed himself to fall into a light snooze.
=-=-=-=
“Call my name.”
The voice sounded out in the darkness, startling him.
“I want to hear you screaming out my name…”
It came from behind him, whispering into his ear. But when he turned, there was no one.
“…as we come.”
The darkness suddenly receded, and Naruto found himself in a forest. He could see himself being thrown around, but he could not will his body to move. A face suddenly appeared in his vision, and he let out a scream as he recognised those terrible sharingan eyes.
But the scream did not come.
Suddenly the scene changed, and he was on his knees. A sharp jolt of pain swirled around his abdomen as the familiar face appeared behind him. He could see the way the man’s arm snaked underneath him, the way his other hand held on to his shoulder. He could see the way the man’s hips slammed against his own with uncontested force.
But he felt nothing.
“Call my name, Naruto.”
The word was on his tongue. It left a bitter taste that he just couldn’t seem to spit out.
“No!”
Strong fingers gripped both shoulders now. He could feel them this time.
“I won’t bow to you!”
“Call my name.”
The urge was stronger now. He wanted – no, needed to obey. If he obeyed, it would end. If he obeyed, surely the man would leave.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.”
It was infuriating, being trapped. He was watching the scene unfold through his own eyes, but the actions he took were not his own.
He could feel his lips forming the word. He could feel it bringing him to salvation.
All he needed to do… was let go.
Naruto’s eyes flew open, the word exploding forth like an exploding tag. He could see the man crouching before him, hands on his shoulders. He was speaking, but nothing could be heard. There was an expression there…. Concern?
No. These eyes weren’t sharingan. That face wasn’t his.
Sasuke.
=-=-=-=
“What the hell did you just say, dobe?”
Naruto blinked slowly, willing his brain to focus. The look of concern he’d been sure he saw had changed, moulded into something much less forgiving.
“Sorry.” He tried to shrug him off. “I just had a bad dream.”
But Sasuke would not accept that answer. In fact it seemed to make him seem angrier.
“Why the fuck did you just shout my brother’s name?” He yelled.
Naruto’s heart skipped a beat as everything finally clicked into place. He’d had a nightmare. He’d dreamed about him. And then he’d shouted that word as he awoke.
Itachi.
“Sasuke, I…” He began, but immediately trailed off. What could he say? What plausible excuse could Naruto have for this?
But before he could decide on what to say next, Sasuke’s eyes suddenly glowed crimson, and Naruto found himself being sucked into what he assumed was a genjutsu.
As his vision returned, Naruto found himself standing next to Sasuke. Before them was what looked like a giant brain, with multitudes of scrolls and other strange-looking things floating through it. Turning around, he spotted what looked like a TV screen, where little snippets were being shown, like a slideshow.
The inside of a snake. Sakura’s pink hair. A tanuki made of sand. A barrier of purple fire. The old man’s grave.
With a start, Naruto realised that he was viewing his own memories. Was Sasuke seeing this too?
All of a sudden the TV screen stopped, focusing on a certain image. Itachi. Naruto could see his teammate’s fist clenching, fingernails drawing blood as the TV continued… and a horribly familiar scene began to play.
"I'm about to come." He grunted in Naruto's ear, squeezing his bulging member, effectively preventing him from reaching his own climax. His soft voice had become husky and deep. "call my name, Naruto. I want to hear you screaming out my name as we come."
A sense of panic began to take him as the memories returned, and he ran over to Sasuke. He grasped his arm, wanting nothing more than for this horrible experience to end. The Uchiha turned to him, sharingan still blazing his fury, but the scene around them faded away as his concentration waned.
Naruto suddenly found himself pinned to the tree by his neck.
“I can’t believe you.” Sasuke growled. “I confided in you about my brother. Back then when we were fighting Haku, I actually considered that we could be friends.”
The blond could see tears welling up in Sasuke’s eyes. The hand wrapped around his neck began to squeeze tighter as he used his other hand to pull down the collar of his t-shirt, exposing the bite mark that Itachi had given him.
“And you fucked him.”
He tried to protest, tried to explain that he had no choice. But still the Uchiha squeezed.
“I let myself believe that I had a reason to stay and fight for Konoha. A reason to refuse Orochimaru’s offer.” Sasuke continued, his eyes taking on a manic look to them. “But I see now that I was wrong. You’re just like the rest of them.”
Black spots began forming in Naruto’s vision, instilling a terrible fear within him. Was he going to die here?
Before his very eyes, Sasuke’s sharingan began to change, morphing into an unfamiliar pattern.
“You know what?” He said, his voice eerily calm. “You’re not even worth killing.”
All of a sudden Naruto fell to the ground, delicious air making its way back into his lungs. Through watery eyes the teen could see his teammate walking away from him.
“I didn’t want to!” He yelled at the retreating Uchiha, in a last ditch attempt to get his attention. “Itachi forced me to do it. Please, come back! Watch the whole memory, I’ll prove it to you!”
Still he walked, getting further and further away from the blond. He propped himself up on shaky legs, locking his knees as he tried to stumble towards Sasuke. But all too soon he disappeared into the trees.
“Sasuke, please, come back! Please- Agh!”
Naruto fell to the ground once more as a wave of pain coursed its way through him. His whole body tensed up, involuntarily reacting to a single command.
Push.
“No…” He cried, pleading to the cloudy sky above him. A burst of smoke signalled that his carefully-maintained henge had finally vanished.
“Nonononono, it’s too soon! It’s far too- Ungh!”
Another wave of pain, another tremendous push. There was no doubting what this was.
A rustling alerted him to the treeline, where a concerned-looking Pakkun emerged. He’d clearly left to go and do his business.
“Pakkun!” He yelled. “Find someone – anyone!”
“What’s happening?”
“Look, this is a little hard to believe – Ughh – but I’m going into labour.”
“That’s… not hard to believe at all, actually. I wondered why you had such a strange smell to you.”
“JUST GO!”
The pug yelped at the snappy response, but quickly shrugged it off and ran back into the trees.
This was an emergency. He was trained for emergencies. He was trained to stay calm.
Judging by this field’s distance from the main village, it would take far too long for him to travel there and find a medic-nin. He could chance some of the nearby training fields, but he couldn’t smell anyone close enough for that to work.
Wait. He was a summoning dog, of course he wasn’t alone!
Pakkun stopped abruptly, almost tripping on the branch he’d been jumping to, and turned around. The clearing that Naruto was situated in was wide open, giving him enough space to do what he intended to.
Reverse summoning vastly differs between each species of animal. Oftentimes an animal has to have a contract with their summoner for it to happen, but lesser known is the fact that summoners can choose to create a summoning contract of their own, essentially applying a seal to themselves that can be used by their summons.
It’s a technique that Pakkun’s own summoner made use of, particularly for emergencies like this. The only problem is it requires a lot of space, as the summoned summoner can turn up anywhere within a ten meter radius of the summoner summoner.
Man, that was a mouthful.
The pug allowed himself the necessary space before using a sharp edge on his collar to cut into his paw. Using the blood from this wound, he slammed his paw to the ground and stretched out his chakra.
As Naruto watched on in agony, a poof of smoke appeared in the distance, clearing away to reveal-
If he’d had the capacity, Naruto would have slapped a palm to his face as he realised who Pakkun had sent to help him.
“Kakashi-sensei, I can explain…”
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Cliffhanger! >:)
Well I didn’t plan on this chapter coming across so well. I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it.
I have drawn a picture of what Naruto’s child will look like. If you want to search it up and give yourself spoilers, then that’s up to you. But when the image is directly relevant to the story, I’ll put the link on my profile.
I’m intending to draw a really cool picture for next chapter, so if it’s late uploading it’s because I’m working on a drawing before I release it.
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