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Chapter One
Midnight Nymph

Yu no Kuni
Outskirts of Yugakure

January 14, 2020

Chirping crickets and croaking frogs bled through the hazy fog inside his sluggish brain.
Floating into consciousness, unwillingly and annoyed, Naruto immediately felt the dull ache that woke him up.
He kept his eyes stubbornly shut, hoping against hope to sink back into the dreamless emptiness he’d been yanked from, but he already knew it was a losing battle. The call to go back to sleep was loud, however, his screaming bladder demanding immediate relief was louder. Dawn was only a few hours away, and he had to be up half an hour before it, he needed every bit of sleep he could get before the big sweep later that morning. One thing he learned on long, grueling missions like this one, a shinobi should catch their z’s while they could.
Unfortunately for him, his body didn’t give a shit.
Heaving an frustrated, yet resigned exhalation of defeat, the drowsy shinobi whipped the blanket from his body, then dragged himself reluctantly from his not quite comfortable cot.
It was quiet inside the small hut, but he knew at least one of his teammates had roused the moment his bare feet silently touched the cold wooden floor.
Figuring out who was simple.
Karin Uzumaki was dead to the world. He knew that with more certainty than he knew most things.
The headstrong redhead always slept like a rock, ironic considering her chakra sensory abilities were so fine tuned one would expect her to sense movement even in her dreams. He glanced across the small room at her huddled form wrapped in the threadbare blankets the villagers had given them. Her crimson framed glasses were slightly askew on her face, lips turned down in a small frown, slender brows creating a tiny crease in her forehead.
The subtle signs of stress drew a frown of his own.
Despite her tough front, Naruto knew his cousin still suffered nightmares off and on since her mother was killed.
That night haunted him too.
Losing his aunt had hurt a lot of people.
Chest aching, Naruto rubbed his tired eyes, forcing those memories back to the edges of his mind.
Now wasn’t the time to get lost in the past, he needed to keep his head clear.
He needed to focus.
Yugakure wasn’t hostile territory, however, the Kiri clean up wasn’t exactly finished. Their team, and several others, had successfully pushed Kirigakure forces out of the heart of the village and regained control, but there were still rumors of enemy pockets hiding out in the more remote parts of the country; most likely waiting for reinforcements. Clearing them out before backup arrived was imperative if they wanted to limit property damage and unnecessary casualties.
They needed to be on their toes.
With a muted sigh, he slid the glasses from his cousins face as he had a million times before and set them on the rickety bedside table.
“Bad dream?”
Throwing on what he hoped was a reassuring grin, Naruto turned his attention to the lightest sleeper he’d ever met.
Riku Funato.
The chestnut haired male was sitting up in his cot stationed beside the only window in the small room, moonlight shadowed his tanned skin, but from the depths of darkness, his honey-brown orbs shined through, wide awake and alert as though he hadn’t been fast asleep five seconds ago.
Naruto was convinced the guy could hear a pin drop six miles away even if he were in a coma.
An impressive feat and pretty handy for a shinobi, though Naruto knew the reason behind the skill was far from praiseworthy.
Riku was seven years old when he and his family immigrated to Uzushiogakure, severing ties with one of the worst Clans in shinobi history. Plundering, smuggling, kidnapping, raping and every horror imaginable, the Funato Clan and it’s followers were the most well know band of pirates residing between Uzu no Kuni and Mizu no Kuni. Their home, aptly named Death Island, was a volatile sovereignty that had broken from Mizu no Kuni and recently allied itself with Uzushiogakure.
Even though their way of life was despicable, Uzushiogakure couldn’t afford to make an enemy of them.
The same could be said of Death Island.
Their feud with Kirigakure was long and brutal, however, allying with Uzushio had certainly helped turn the tides.
It was a distasteful union that made a lot of Uzushio citizens uncomfortable.
His mother’s justification; the enemy of my enemy is my ally.
Besides, as hated as the alignment was, some good had come out of it.
Uzushio had some extra protection from Kiri, and those that wanted to leave the horrendous conditions on Death Island or renounce their pirating ways to walk the straight and narrow, were welcome to immigrate to Uzushio.
Unfortunately, this concession hadn’t come in time to spare Riku.
Seven years on Death Island was more than enough time to damage a child.
Riku was a light sleeper because that was what had kept him alive among the hellish Funato Clan.
It bothered him, seeing his friend always on edge, always waiting for some attack in the night. Naruto wasn’t sure if Riku ever let his guard down outside of a mission, not that he and Karin hadn’t tried to get their teammate to loosen up and have some fun, a near foreign concept to him.
Karin thought it was a lost cause, if Riku hadn’t learned how to cut loose in the thirteen years they’d known him, then he never would.
Naruto, famously, didn’t know the meaning of give up and wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet.
Five years ago, Riku never smiled, now, he not only smiled, he laughed. It was rare, rusty and reserved, but it was still a huge improvement and more than enough reason for Naruto to keep trying to reach him.
Besides, after what happened three years ago, Naruto could hardly blame Riku for being the way he was.
Safety wasn’t a guarantee, even in Uzushio, he and Karin had learned that the hard way.
“Gotta take a leak, dattebayo,” Naruto answered, swiping his ninja tool pouch from his cot, hoping Riku wouldn’t press the issue.
He really did just have to piss.
Last thing he wanted to do was talk about was his own damn nightmares, especially when that wasn’t what had woken him up in the first place.
Kind of hypocritical for a guy that prided himself on being open to keep ducking the issue, but there it was.
The ugly truth was that there were two places Naruto never wanted to venture down.
The night his aunt died was one of them.
His struggle as a Jinchuuriki and all it entailed was the other.
It was hard enough trying to talk about either one with his parents, and they were the closest people to his heart outside of his cousin. Not to say he and Riku weren’t close, they’d grown up together after all, but, his family understood him in unique ways.
His mother was a Jinchuuriki, like him. She, more than anyone knew what it was like sharing space with something that could destroy an entire village in a single lapse of control.
Karin was, for all intents and purposes, his older sister, and her mother had been like a second mother to him, she understood his pain and he understood hers.
And dad was…
Well, dad was dad. It was easy to talk to him. Everyone said talking to Minato Namikaze was as easy as breathing and Naruto couldn’t agree more.
When nothing else came from Riku, Naruto headed for the door.
It was dark out, though the moon offered a bit of soft illumination.
A chilled wind swept his skin, ruffling his golden locks and seeping through the tightly woven protective material of his sleeved chain mesh undershirt. He probably should have thrown on a shirt before going out. Used to the sunny, humid weather back home, the ‘mildly cool’ temperature here felt the same as a slow approaching autumn on the island.
He threw a glance off into the distance, towards the heart of town.
The usually bustling, night life tourists village was dark and eerily silent, a consequence of the current hostile invasion, though, Yugakure hadn’t seen many tourists since well before the Kiri occupation. The constant skirmishes littering the Elemental Nations and ravaging smaller nations caught in between had most people sheltering in place.
Seeing no sign of foul play, he walked a short distance toward the vibrant lake nestled in the forest behind their temporary quarters, found a tree and unzipped his bright orange pants.
He sighed, closing his eyes as relief flowed through him, easing his discomfort and coaxing to life the sleepiness he hadn’t been able to cling to a few minutes ago.
He just hoped he’d knock out the moment his head touched the pillow, thinking too much at night was asking for trouble.
He was nearly finished when a alert rippled across the sensitive skin of his inner forearm, an indication that someone or something had made contact with the invisible boundaries of his barrier. Flipping his wrist, he gazed down at the small ring of kanji on his tanned flesh, noting the location of the one flashing.
Turning sharp baby blues to the dense woods obscuring the glittering body of water, Naruto gave himself a shake, tucked and zipped himself up and crept towards the lake, palming the snap latch of his tool bag as he moved. Keenly aware he hadn’t thought to grab his blades for his short bathroom break. He reached out with his senses for the source of the breach, trying to figure out if he was about to ambush a careless enemy or feel like an idiot for getting worked up over a thirsty woodland creature.
His blonde brows crinkled as he assessed the nearby chakra mass.
Definitely human.
Could be a villager, but he doubted it.
Civilians were being kept away from hot zones, and curfew had hit hours ago.
Naruto crossed the distance in less time it took to blink, flashing to one of the Hiraishin Kunai he’d stashed around the parameter, and touching down silently atop a branch who’s voluminous leaves cast him shadows.
He was grateful the intruder wasn’t lurking too far into the lake.
His range was still limited, his control a bit shaky with the Hiraishin no Jutsu.
As much as his father tried to drill the mechanics into his head, Naruto’s mastery of the technique was slow; some of it was due to the annoying fox demon in his gut, some was a genetic disdain for studying passed down to him by his mother, and some was his own bullheaded refusal to carry the mantle of responsibility that had been, for better or worse, passed on to him at the time of his birth.
He peered towards the shimmering body of water, lighting on a single female standing atop it’s surface, putting to rest the idea that this was a civilian.
That narrowed the culprits down to two.
An enemy or a Yugakure shinobi that, for some reason, wasn’t stationed at the boarder like they were supposed to be.
He was leaning towards the former, though, because there was a key components that was really throwing him off. Nineteen-year-old Naruto Uzumaki was no stranger to the female form, far from it, and while the towering trees cast deep shadows and blocked slivers of moonlight, he was damn sure this woman was butt assed naked.
He squinted, just able to make out the generous curves of heavy breasts, the impressively steep flare of wide rounded hips and pale, snowy skin gleaming beneath the low lighting of the night peaking through long strands of inky black hair.
His first thought was hardly appropriate given the current circumstances…
His second thought; honey trap.
Before he could decide if he should engage now or search around for the female’s team he was sure was waiting to ambush him, she moved. He slipped a finger in the loop of a kunai inside his pouch, gearing up for confrontation, only to be thrown off yet again.
Graceful, hypnotic, the woman twirled atop the surface and, mesmerizingly, the water whirled with her.
Like glittering blue ribbons, they danced around her lush form, splashing her skin, and at times, obscuring the most tantalizing places of her body as they followed the fluid motions of a fighting style that looked vaguely familiar to him.
He watched silently, both on edge and mildly intrigued.
She reminded him of the sea nymphs from the childhood stories his parents used to tell him at bed time, the beautiful creatures Uzushio legend claimed lived within the heart of the whirlpools surrounding the village. Naruto hadn’t really believed the stories (or he didn’t anymore), but he still thought the tales were interesting and kinda exciting… especially if those creatures looked like her.
A loud snap pierced the night, breaking the spell and sending him abruptly tumbling to earth.
He was quick on his feet, latching on to a shaky branch on the way down before quickly swinging to another, equally weak branch, only to abandon it immediately in favor of something more sturdy. He touched down on a branch that could take his weight, securing himself to it with a bit of chakra. He rested less than half a second before his feet disconnected and he was thrown into the water.
The water was cold, but shallow, hardly the bottomless pit he was used to swimming in back home. He broke the surface quickly shaking water from his shaggy, blonde locks, and wiping moisture from his eyes.
He looked back towards the center of the lake, knowing what he wouldn’t find.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Empty.
The woman was gone, as though she’d been nothing but a figment of his half-sleep mind.
Even if he were dumb enough to entertained that ridiculous idea (he wasn’t), the way he fell nixed that theory completely. When he set up his Hiraishin Kunai earlier, he tested the sturdiness of the branch as a landing spot, there was no way in hell it snapped under him without some kind of outside force; and on his way down, on that last branch, something had severed his connection to the tree and an unseen momentum, pressed into his torso, had driven him downward into the water, he hadn’t fallen.
He wasn’t that damn clumsy, not anymore.
Infusing his hands with chakra, he pulled himself up and onto the surface of the lake until he stood as the woman had, atop the calmly churning water below.
“Naruto!”
Karin’s concerned voice echoed through the night as she burst through the surrounding brush, and ran across the water, Riku along side her.
“We got company!” the soaked blonde called out, unsheathing a kunai.
He reached out for the chakra signature again, only to be bombarded with what felt like a thousand. He was more than certain it was some kind of trick, a diversionary tactic. Naruto wasn’t the best sensory type by a long shot, but he would have noticed they were surrounded by a freaking army long before now.
“You got a lock on ‘em’?” the Jinchuuriki asked, knowing his cousin had already been scanning by the time she reached him, “how many?”
If anyone could separate real chakra signatures from the fake, it was Karin.
“I can’t tell,” Karin replied, crimson orbs scanning their hushed surroundings, her expression hardening as she spoke, “there’s thousands of chakra signatures spread all over the area. All different, and they all feel…human but, judging by the sizes, they’re not. Whoever’s here is using them to mask their own chakra.”
“Aburame?” Riku questioned.
Konoha.
Just the name was enough to inspire a level of hate he had never thought himself capable of feeling; having confirmation that shinobi of that despicable village was here opened the floodgate to the festering cauldron of animosity and vitriol that lived in the darkest recesses of his heart.
“Most likely,” Karin confirmed, “they’re small, like insects, but some of them are clustered in humanoid shapes. They’re all moving in different directions.”
Sure enough, the indicator on his inner forearm tingled at each point in the array.
He clicked his teeth, aggravated with the crafty Clan.
The Aburame were a special kind of pain in the neck, especially for the Uzumaki.
A sensory heavy Clan, the ability to track chakra and hunt down its owner like bloodhounds was a lethal part of the arsenal, however, the Aburame often neutralized that advantage by hiding amongst the chakra of thousands, sometimes millions of insects; going as far as to cluster the insects to resembled the shape and size of human beings and using them as misdirection for an attack or retreat. Usually not a problem for Karin, who had the insane ability to track an individual’s unique signature over long distances, but just as there were exceptions in their Clan, so were there in the Aburame. In the last five years, the tricky Clan had found a way to cultivate bugs, ‘Mimicry Insects’, that exuded unique signatures or cloned their owner’s, reducing sensory abilities like Karin’s from laser focused identification into a guessing game of ‘is this a bug or an enemy?’.
“Figures,” Naruto growled, sheathing his kunai.
Jaw flexing, annoyance flaring, Naruto raised his hands to form his trademark seal.
If Karin couldn’t pinpoint the enemy, he’d send his Shadow Clones after every single chakra signature until he found them.
“No,” Riku warned, placing his own hands atop the enraged blonde’s, “we’re too close to the village for a fight, and you need to calm down, Naruto.”
Riku’s gaze snared his own, the intensity behind his honey-brown eyes quietly informing the blonde that his deep blue depths he’d inherited from his father had melded into the bright crimson of the fox, that the dark lines on his cheeks were jagged.
And as he gritted his teeth, he could feel his canine slightly bulging against his inner lip.
Riku was right.
The Nine-tails was too close to the surface, he’d turn this whole village into a crater if he tried to fight right now.
Jaw tightening another notch, Naruto willed the burning inferno rising in the pit of his gut to stop.
As dad told him, he couldn’t lose his shit every time he encountered Konoha shinobi.
He needed to calm down.
If he let himself touch that fury, if let the rage fester, the beast inside him would feed on his hatred, and more than Allied Shinobi Force trash would get hurt.
“They scattered,” Karin informed the pair, pausing for long moments before saying, “area’s clear.”
Far from appeased, but with the decision to pursue now, effectively, out of his hands, Naruto worked on reigning in his famously short temper.
“We need to report this to Nagato-sensei,” his cousin clipped, glaring into the distance as she spoke, “if Konoha is backing Kiri, we need to make sure the villagers are far away from the fighting.”
Despite the inky darkness of night, Naruto could make out the hatred etched into her face clear as day.
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Okay, so been a while, lol. Sorry about that. My brain has been so wired the last few months and it really got bad with the time change. To say I haven ’t been able to focus is an understatement. My thoughts have been disorganized, my mind wandering, I really hate when I get like this, but it’s starting to taper off.
And!!! There's a new NaruHina discord server!! Please feel free to join me and others! https://discord.gg/jTcUFN2w
Anyway, there was another part to this chapter, but I ’m still working on it, so I decided to cut this one short rather than make you all wait longer. Gotta say, planning this story has been a LOT of work, omg, lol. Its mostly my fault since I hate half ass-ing stuff, so I can’t move on to something else until I feel like I have a decent outline and idea of what I want to do with certain parts, and that held up everything. Finally figured out a huge chunk though, thank you MrsMessy and Rando for helping me through the rut, giving me amzing ideas and listening to me bitch and moan about this story, lmao.
Also, thanks Ria for telling me about the Boruto pirate clan, I think I ’ll keep my idea of pirates and incorporate bits of the other, I do like the Clan name though, so I’ll be using that XD
Should have the other part out soonish. Monster is in the works! I'm also working on a companion piece for this fic that tells the story of Naruto and Hinata's childhood. I wanted this fic to focus on their adult life and their relationship, but the history of how they grew up is important too. It just doesn't fit here. So I'll post it eventually.
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Sessakag~
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