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The Man with the Sharingan	By : Kayden Category: Naruto > General Views: 7392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Some more build-up and character development in most of this chapter, but there's a very small taste of what to expect in later chapters!
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A clap of thunder resonated within Shinko’s dream, causing him to awaken abruptly. Blackness surrounded him and induced panic, which left him falling from his bed with a thud! Sprawled out on the floor, he groaned with pain, and as his eyes became accustomed to the dark, he realized he was at home. His ribs and bruises along his chest, back, and legs furiously complained at him from the fall, bringing tears to his eyes that he blinked away. Must have been the dream... he decided as he listened for the sound of rain and thunder, but none came.
Instead, he heard hurried footsteps, and a deep voice came from behind the door after a knock. "Shinko? You all right in there?" His brother, Kazan. He must have heard the fall from his room down the hall. Was it really that loud? Kazan didn't seem to wait for an answer and instead opened the door, brow furrowed with concern as he saw Shinko on the floor. He and their mother both heard the tale Shinko had spun for Kazu, but the two of them knew it didn't go nearly as well as he explained to the young boy. Their mother knew it even as she cleaned his wounds and wrapped his ribs. A trip to the hospital wasn't critically necessary, as she could tell precisely what his injuries consisted of. The bruising and cuts were nothing, but his ribs were battered and had been nearly broken by his falls during his mission. He needed time and as little movement as possible to heal.
Shinko sighed from his awkward position on the floor. "Just a dream... Mind giving me a hand?" It wasn't often that he asked for help, but after he assessed his predicament and judged how difficult it would be to get up from the floor alone, he had to.
Kazan's expression softened after a moment. He was only a few years older than Shinko, but still he felt responsible for his brother's well-being. "Sure thing, bud..." He said quietly as he leaned down to help Shinko up. Shinko was practically weightless compared to Kazan, who was a rather big man in comparison. Their eyes, hair, and jaw structure were the same, so even with the size difference it couldn’t be clearer the two were brothers.
Once Shinko was sitting back on the bed with near-silent sounds of pain escaping through his clenched teeth, Kazan studied him for a moment. As Shinko was shirtless, he mainly inspected that none of his wounds reopened and that his bandages were sufficiently wrapped where needed. "Mom will have breakfast ready soon." At the surprise on his brother's face, he grinned. "Aye, if you didn't keep your room so dark, you'd see the sun rising," he gestured at the black curtains drawn tightly over the window. "Take a few minutes to relax and prepare, if you need... I know you don't like Kazu seeing you like this." He stood and turned to the doorway, then paused. "We know your story wasn't the whole truth, and that you don’t want to tell it yet... Just know that we're proud of you, little bro," he said with another wide grin and ruffled Shinko's hair before departing.
If only they knew, Shinko couldn't help but think to himself as the footsteps faded down the hallway. But the words brought a smile to his lips, and they brought forth a renewed energy in his limbs as he carefully stood and walked down the hall, using the walls as support. The smell of eggs and sausage wafted from the kitchen, making his stomach rumble, which brought a laugh from the kitchen. "Someone's hungry..." A feminine voice called.
Mom... he thought to himself with a smile as he sat down at the dining room table. "Starving, actually... It's strange. I only felt myself sleeping for a few minutes, then I woke up and the whole night had passed. Dinner was great last night, but I feel as if I hadn't eaten in days," he said with a laugh, and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
The same laugh could be heard from the kitchen, and his mother, Samara, appeared in the doorway with a bright smile. She wore an apron with the Uchiha symbol on it, and held a spatula in one hand that rested against her hip. "It sounded like you didn't eat much on your trip back, and your body is healing. That's why, love," she explained to him for what seemed like the thousandth time. Shinko smiled inwardly at that. "No matter, I'll make sure you're well-fed while you rest up..." Samara smiled and returned to the kitchen. He could hear her humming a slow, familiar tune as she did so. Where had he heard that tune before?
The resemblance between Samara and her sons was just as uncanny when it came to their eyes and facial features. The only difference was her hair. Instead of the typical black or brown hair of the Uchiha, hers was blue, which was an indicator that she had married into the clan.
It didn't take long before a feast of his favorite breakfast foods was set out before him, and he eagerly got to work. Soon after, Kazu raced down the hall and planted himself in the seat next to his uncle, helping himself to a plate. "Good morning Uncle Shinko," he said as he usually did the mornings they were together. "What's your next mission going to be? Are you going to be leaving soon? Do you have to fight anyone?" The boy asked eagerly as he took a bite out of a sausage. The tall tale his uncle Shinko told him last night must have gotten him excited.
"Kazu," came Samara's voice from the kitchen. "You know the rules about Shinko's missions... Unless you're in Anbu, you can't know about them," she chided him kindly.
"I got it, mom," Shinko called back and turned to his nephew. "No missions for me for a while, they... Decided I needed a short break, see?" He said with a smile. "The last one was tough, so they wanted me to rest. But you know I'll come back with a story for the next one. I always do," he murmured, then ruffled Kazu's hair. "And remember to swallow before talking, buddy. How about I take you to school today? I could use the walk."
And that was that. After breakfast, Shinko retrieved a walking staff he had in his room for situations like this, and soon he and Kazu were out the door. He relied heavily on the staff, but through his training, made it appear as if he hadn't needed it at all. Kazu was unphased by the sight of it, and eagerly asked his uncle all sorts of questions as they headed toward the academy. He asked everything from how he slept to whether he could teach him the Grand Fireball Jutsu, to which Shinko chuckled. "One day, buddy..." Upon reaching the academy, Shinko managed to lean down enough to hug his nephew, and they exchanged their farewells.
Once Kazu and the rest of the children were out of sight, he managed to shuffle toward the alley by a few nearby buildings, then slumped a little against the wall with his eyes shut tight. He'd expended more energy from this short 10 minute walk than he'd thought, and his muscles only complained even more loudly after already having gone through a fall today.
"Yo," a voice came from a railing just above his head to the left. Shinko didn't need to look as he had already sensed who had followed them, but he did anyway. Sat upon the railing was Hatake Kakashi, with an open book held in one hand that he appeared to be reading. "Fancied a stroll today? Kazu seems to be happy you're home," Kakashi commented. His tone was kind, as if he sympathized with what Shinko was going through.
"You don't need to follow me, you know. I know Tsunade must have asked you..." Shinko stated flatly. He was a bit miffed for a moment, then realized they only had the best intentions and sighed softly. "Aye... He was a ball of energy last night and this morning. I thought I'd spend some time with him, and assumed a walk would do me some good." He eyed the book Kakashi held. Of course, Make-out Tactics!! again, he thought to himself. "Don't you ever get tired of reading that?" He couldn't help but ask.
Kakashi looked shocked as he landed on the ground beside the Uchiha, and leaned in quite close. "This series is a work of art... You're far too young to appreciate its life lessons, and its hidden meanings..." Kakashi’s eye was intense for a moment before it closed as it usually did when he smiled behind his mask. "But yes, a walk seems much too early after what you'd been through." He seemed to get serious for a moment, "I read the report Lady Fifth wrote up after you spoke with her. The fact that you're even walking is incredible."
Shinko took a breath and nodded slowly. He put more of his weight against the wall, quite relieved that they were staying to talk at least for the moment. "Honestly, I wasn't sure if my plan would work. That man... Kakuzu, allegedly... He was incredibly strong, and insisted he was immortal. I thought I was going to die that day, but I'd be damned if I died without giving him hell while doing it,” he replied with a slight smile. After a few moments of thought, he sighed softly. “You’re right, though... I pushed myself a little much today. Could I borrow a shoulder to lean on?” Shinko murmured as he shifted himself off the building.
Without an answer, Kakashi helped Shinko slide an arm around his shoulders as they walked toward the alley’s entrance. As they walked, Kakashi could sense each pang of pain Shinko suffered from. “You really should have a medic take a look at you, you know. Tell you what, I’ll even have one stop by and take a look at you. Someone from my team, one of my students, has been training to be a Medical Ninja, and needs the practice. You’ll be a great guinea pig,” Kakashi said with a hint of amusement in his tone.
As much as Shinko wanted to refuse, he knew Kakashi would send whoever it was over anyway. With a resigned sigh, the Uchiha nodded. “Very well... If it’s someone you’re recommending, I suppose I can’t say no.” They walked the rest of the way in silence until they exchanged their goodbyes at the Uchiha’s residence. After being helped inside by his mother, she sent him off to bed after pressing a steaming cup of tea with medicinal herbs infused to help his pain. Hours passed by slowly for him, and at one point he had eased himself from his bed to write at his desk. The scratching of his quill’s nub helped relax him and clear his thoughts as he wrote down what he had experienced the past week, namely the effectiveness of his jutsu in his battle with Kakuzu. He had lost himself in his writing as he designed new tactics for future battles, something he’d spent a long time doing over the past few years, when he heard a knock on his door.
“Shinko? There’s someone here to see you. They said Kakashi sent them your way,” his mother called from behind the door, and only opened it after Shinko indicated his permission. A moment later the door opened, and his mother’s footsteps made their way back downstairs. She called behind her receding footsteps, “I’m going to pick up some things for dinner; I’ll be back in about an hour!”
Shinko turned in his seat to see the man Kakashi would have insisted on sending over, and was surprised to see a budding young woman standing in the doorway. He paused, frozen for a moment as he studied the Medic Ninja with pink hair, green eyes, and fair, youthful skin.
She must have noticed how she stared, as a blush would be seen forming across her cheeks under his examination. “Um... Hi, I’m Haruno Sakura... You must be Shinko-sama,” she said nervously. “M- may I come in?” She held a bag with both hands in front of her, presumably containing her medical supplies. Her hair was tied back with her headband that had the Leaf’s symbol on it, and her shirt was red with pink trim along the outline of the garment, rounded off with shorts that exposed a length of her fair legs. Her midriff was fairly exposed by the low-cut shirt, though underneath she wore the traditional net-like garment most kunoichi wore.
Shinko was stunned for a moment longer before he cleared his dry throat and nodded, gesturing for the girl to enter. “Y- yes, of course. And please, just Shinko... I always found honorifics used toward me to feel odd,” he murmured, his own cheeks a little red as well.
Sakura giggled a little at his evident nervousness. “All right, Shinko... In that case, call me Sakura. Now, would you sit on the bed and show me the bandages?” She said as she entered his room. After a moment’s thought, she shut the door behind them to protect his modesty around his mother should she return. After that, she pulled up a chair from the corner and sat down, then folded her hands in her lap as she waited for the shinobi to follow her instructions. The kunoichi couldn’t help but study Shinko as he slowly moved toward the bed, seeing how he held his ribs while he carefully sat down. He struggled for a few silent moments to work his traditional Uchiha robes off, until Sakura took pity on him and held up a hand. “Here...” she said, her cheeks reddening further as her gentle, smooth hands slipped underneath his robes to carefully pull them back, wincing in sympathy as she saw the extent of his bandages. “You must have had a rough time... Sensei told me it was a miracle you were walking earlier, let alone be alive after what you went through. Though he wouldn’t give me any details...” She folded her lips inward, a decidedly cute gesture as she tried to refrain from asking him what had happened. Instead, she quietly got to work peeling back the bandages that covered his torso, studying the various bruises, cuts, scratches, and other injuries across his skin.
It was just as difficult for Shinko to hold back an explanation. He could feel his heart pound just from the close proximity of Sakura to his bare torso, and he knew she must be able to hear it. The sensation he felt was odd to him, something he doesn’t think he’d ever felt before. It dawned on him that this was the first time he was in such a situation with a girl, and comprehension began to settle in. He couldn’t help but venturing, “I can’t quite tell you the full story either, only my family, and even then I keep details to myself for their peace of mind. I can tell you, though, that I fought someone strong... Luck was with me that day. If... If certain pieces hadn’t fallen into place, I would have died.” It was a careful explanation. Not too much information, but enough to supplant Kakashi’s lack of information.
Sakura couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that. “Luck? No... I imagine there was at least a little skill involved,” she teased a bit as her chakra enveloped her hands, and she began to press them gently against his torso. Soft hands traveled from gashes to bruises, working her chakra into his skin to aid in his healing and pain relief. When she made it to the sides of his torso where his bruised and battered ribs still ached, he felt her touch soften ever further, trying to cause him as little discomfort as possible. As she allowed her treatment to soak in, she eyed the rest of his body, and noted that pinpricks of blood began to form along his pant legs. “Ah, we’ll need to take a look at those after this, too,” she murmured, cheeks quite red.
It took a moment for Shinko to realize what she was talking about, and he had to suppress a complaint. He had quite the problem to try hiding from her, as something had been welling up deep inside him since she entered and laid hands on him, and it would certainly show.. “Just some scratches... I can change the bandages,” he murmured half-heartedly, and wondered if she would accept that.
His answer didn’t take long, as she shook her head and said in a more firm voice, “Kakashi-sensei asked that I help you, so I shall.” A few quiet minutes passed as she continued to heal the remainder of his injuries along his toned chest. As she worked, she noticed the growing bulge hidden beneath his pants, and she could tell that it wasn’t going away any time soon.
Was that... because of me? She thought to herself with a pleased smile. “Well, that’s the most I can do for your bruises and scratches there. If you must move or walk, please take great care,” she murmured as she removed her hands from his torso, extinguishing her chakra as her trembling fingers moved to the waistband of his pants. “Now, l- let’s see the damage here...” Sakura felt Shinko raise his lower body carefully without being asked, and it allowed her to slide his pants easily down his legs, which she now studied while biting her lower lip. Instead of simply leaving his pants around his ankles, she gently slid them off the rest of the way and set them aside on the bed.
Her cheeks were a dark shade of red as her eyes wandered to his crotch, studying how large the bulge of his underwear was. She was given ‘the talk’ by her mother recently, and so she knew enough about his predicament that she couldn’t help but stare. She truly must have had something to do with this, which meant... He found her attractive? The thought made her have to suppress a giggle as she slowly unwound his bandages and began to clean his wounds, making soft noises of sympathy as the stinging medicine made him twitch a bit.
The noises from her made his cock throb with need beneath its confines, which caused his own cheeks to redden a bit. He tried to relax, slowed his breathing, and ventured softly, “You’re quite good, you know. How long have you been studying?”
Sakura smiled a little at his compliment, and assumed he was trying to keep his mind off what was happening. “Not too long. I started... let’s see,” she began thoughtfully. “It was shortly after my 12th birthday, so a little over a year ago!”
Thirteen?! Shinko thought to himself, which made his hard cock twitch beneath his underwear, a motion that did not escape Sakura’s attentive gaze. He had thought she was older, but now he realized he was... lusting... over someone a fair bit younger than him. “Well, y- you certainly know what you’re doing,” he managed to stammer out as Sakura’s hands began to slowly rub along his legs.
She massaged her healing chakra into his sore muscles, now that she was done with tending to his wounds. The feeling of his muscles beneath her hands made her bite her lip, quite liking the feel of his skin. Sakura felt her hands moving further and further up his legs, and felt something quite strange between her own. After she thought back to her talk with her mom, she knew exactly what it was. Her thighs pressed and rubbed together gently in an attempt to scratch that itch she felt.
With her eyes drawn back toward his underwear, she exhaled and murmured softly. “That must feel uncomfortable...” She slid slowly up the bed a bit further and straddled his legs, and one of her hands had moved to rub lightly along his bulge. A shiver ran through her body as she felt how big his manhood was compared to her hand. “Maybe... I could help?” Sakura asked in a cute, innocent tone, testing the waters at being more bold with the opposite sex. With Sasuke having left the village months ago and spurned her on numerous occasions, she knew she needed to move on eventually. Shinko was older, handsome, and from what she could tell, interested in her.
Shinko had watched as she slid further up the bed, and groaned softly as he felt her bare legs brush against his own. Upon hearing her offer and feeling her small hand against his bulge, he couldn’t help but twitch slightly on the bed beneath her. His cock throbbed in her hand beneath its confines, desperate for release. “Y-... Yeah...” he managed to breathe out, and began to move his hands down toward the waistband of his underwear.
Sakura gently swatted his hands away, and her own took their place. Her fingers hooked beneath the waistband and slowly pulled downward. She watched as his skin slowly became exposed, and bit her lip hard when his cock burst from its cloth bindings and sprang out at full attention. It was long, thick, and quite swollen, with a light bead of liquid already at its tip. Beneath his manhood rested a heavy-looking sack; his scrotum, as her mother called it. It looked huge for her, and her best guess would place it at about 9-inches long. Much longer than average from what she could remember of the textbooks on anatomy and healing Lady Tsunade had given her.
Based on his breathing, the heat of his manhood, and how it throbbed as her fingers closed around it, she knew he was already near the edge. That thought made her blush deeply, and a cute smile spread across her lips when she began to stroke his cock slowly. She used the bead of pre-cum at the tip to lubricate her strokes, and hummed softly to herself as she went. Her eyes studied his cock curiously before they moved up toward Shinko's face, and she smiled shyly at his expression.
The man beneath her had his breath caught in his throat upon her first touch. His gaze wasn’t on her hand however, no... His gaze was on her. He studied the soft expressions she made, the pink hair that trailed down her shoulders, her green eyes that were so intent on her work, and the smile she wore as she explored him. Suddenly their eyes locked, and the shy look on her face made him groan loudly. His hips moved against her hand unconsciously, and after one, two, and then three more strokes, he felt his cum burst from the head of his cock in thick, hot ropes. It coated her hand, his shaft, and pooled along his belly, and left him panting heavily as more of his seed leaked from the sensitive head. Shinko shuddered at the sensitivity of his cock at the tail end of his orgasm, and leaned his head back on his pillow as he watched her begin to move.
During his orgasm, Sakura watched with glee when he came, quite pleased with herself that she was able to make him cum -- and so quickly, too! The heat of his seed made her grin, fascinated at how sticky it seemed when she carefully removed her hand from his manhood. After she dug into her bag for a few seconds, she brought out some damp cloths normally used for disinfecting or cleaning wounds and wiped her hand clean. Without asking, the cloth descended upon him, and she would carefully clean off his softening cock before she moved to his belly, making sure that his belly button was also clear of his seed.
Once she was done, she pulled his underwear back up and gently patted the crotch of it. “Seems like you needed that, huh?” She said with a giggle as she rested her hands on either side of the bed and leaned forward toward his head, stopping when her face was about a foot away from his. “That was fun... I’ll have to come treat you often,” she murmured softly. Her eyes twinkled a bit as she gazed down upon his handsome face. After realizing she was staring, her cheeks flushed again, and she cleared her throat as she sat back up. “Well then... I suppose I’ll... pack up,” she stammered, suddenly feeling quite shy.
All throughout her cleaning he was attempting to catch his breath. His orgasm was powerful, and it took a lot of energy from him that he barely had available. When her head was practically next to his, his thoughts were a mess. When she began to turn to get off the bed, one of his hands darted to the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. He heard a surprised squeal escape her before the noise was muffled by his lips. The thought was in his head, and he reacted in an instant, kissing her deeply for a few long seconds.
The kiss was hard at first, as Sakura hadn’t expected it, but once she realized what was happening, she practically melted against the sweetness of his lips. His strong hand on her head made her whimper softly into his mouth; not out of fear or pain, else she knew he would instantly release her. Her lips stroked and tasted and teased along his own, until they both needed breath, and she finally broke away with a gasp for air. His hand fell from her head, and instead moved to rest along her lower back. The spot made her shiver as she tried to catch her breath, and let her hands rest against his toned chest. “W- wow...” she breathed out happily, lips spread wide in a smile. “I’ll definitely have to come back after that,” she managed to tease.
“Please do...” Shinko said after catching his own breath, and a smile of his own appeared. It suited him well, she thought. His hand lightly rubbed along her lower back, before slowly trailing off to allow her to get up. As she picked up after herself and packed away everything she needed, Shinko slowly sat himself up, testing how his muscles felt after her massage. He felt... quite good, surprisingly. Better than before. He remembered how she instructed him not to overdo it, however, and resolved himself to stay inside for the rest of the day and overnight.
When she was done packing, she turned to face him and smiled shyly. “Well... I’ll see you next time, then?” She paused as if trying to make a decision, then leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Take it easy, Sh- Shinko...” She said with a wiggle of her fingers as she stepped out of his room.
He waited until he heard her footsteps down the hall and his front door closed before he half-jumped to his feet, put his robes and pants on, and darted down the hall as quickly as he could safely. When he reached the window, he watched her walk down the path. When she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of him, he was frozen in place. After another wiggle of her fingers, she turned the corner and was lost behind the fence of his home. His hand clutched at his chest, feeling quite strange. He was clearly attracted to her, but that was it... right? The thought troubled him for the next few hours that he sat in his room, writing at his desk. It felt like more than just an attraction, and the reason it troubled him was due to the nature of his work. Could he really go out on missions, with the possibility of never returning to her? He struggled with that thought over his nephew, brother, and mother frequently when he joined Anbu.
By the time dinner came around, he’d eventually come to terms with how he felt, and was in quite the good mood as the family sat around for dinner, all recounting their days. After assurances that he was feeling better, as well as a demonstration that he could stretch freely, the rest of the night went quickly. Hours passed like minutes, and soon Shinko found himself in bed, dreaming of a sweet kiss.
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