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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Big News

April 13, 2010

He was engaged…
….to be married.
Pleasure unfurled along every nerve ending of his body. He sucked in a breath, held it, then let it out in a low hiss of bliss.
Married…
He was getting married…
Even though he was the one that had proposed, he was the one that had bought the ring, the situation felt wholly surreal. An amazing dream where an amazing woman had accepted his not so amazing proposal.
He groaned, sliding his hands up and along soft damp skin. Naruto traced his fiancée’s spine with gentle hands, outlined the delicate ribcage before reaching his destination. Coral tipped, sweat glistening, hypnotically bouncing breasts. The pinch he gave those succulent tips were not nearly as gentle. He tugged, watching raptly as both tits jiggled. Hot liquid met his toying, forcing a deep rumble of satisfaction from his throat.
“Naruto.”
The breathless moan of his name brought his gaze from tits to lips.
Plush and swollen, mouth forming a small “O” Hinata painted an exotic picture, dancing atop his lap, riding his cock with slow, agonizing rolls of her hips. With his own hips squeezed between pale thighs, and the hard plane of his abdomen nursing the sharp nails and clenching fingers of the female atop him, Naruto was fighting an uphill battle to remain in control of himself. The ache in his loins, the wet suck around his dick, the morning sunlight exposing every nook and crevice of the soon to be Hinata Uzumaki was taxing his resolve.
He wanted to let her bounce her way to orgasm, to watch her drive herself to climax using naught but the tempo her quivering thighs set, the feather soft or suddenly rough toying of her body beneath his hands and the painful hardness of his dick…
But…
Ecstasy blasted his abdomen. He hissed again, teeth clenching, jaw hardening against the tempting sway. He took another breath, willing the tightness in his balls to cease.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
He wanted to enjoy the view, savor the sensation of the Hyuuga princess making love to him…
And yet…
How could he lie patiently beneath this buxom beauty, watch her undulating hips and not lose him mind? Not tumble her to her back, raise her legs and plunge them both into chaos? Especially when the envious position he’d found himself in was the culmination of his buck naked proposal not twenty minutes ago? How could he possibly endure this slow, torturous ecstasy when he could see the twinkle of his engagement ring on her finger every time his eyes were drawn down to watch the delicious place the two were joined.
She wanted his name…
His children…
His future…
She wanted everything that was and would be Naruto Uzumaki and he couldn’t handle it…
He reached up, sliding one hand over a rounded hip, the other into damp hair at her nape. With more strength than was warranted, he flexed the muscles in his arms, reeling her down, towards him. He’d been rough with her before, purposefully and accidentally, and this time, it felt like both. The blazing emotion in his heart was driving the fierceness of his grip, and he was fine with it. He wanted her to feel it, that fire in his chest through every muscle in his body, and yet that very same fierceness was creating a environment where restraint, control and any variation was quickly becoming nonexistent.
He caught that long, dark hair in an iron fist, dug impatient hands in the hollow her slender waist and hip created, pressed his feet to the bed and pounded upward.
Hard.
Fast.
Abruptly off centered, suddenly the passenger when moments before, she had been the driver, Hinata moved claw curled hands to his pecs. Body bowed, legs spread, she braced against each jarring impact. Head thrown back, he was dove for the vulnerable neck she bared, lapping and and suckling with strong pulls.
“Narutoooo!” she wailed to the ceiling of their bedroom.
“I love you.” he growled into her wet flesh.
More than she would ever realized.
More than should be humanly possible.
He loved this woman with every fiber that made up his being and beyond.
Sliding his hand from her hip, he reached for one of the peach shaped ass cheeks instead. The loud, resounding smack of his palm landing against plump flesh was just as lust inducing as the sharp squeal that left her mouth. His grip was tight, his big hand squeezing as much buttock as it could contain. She squeezed him, deep inside the wet paradise of her pussy, coated his cock in voiceless approval. Her mouth found his neck, sucked, licked with the same rough abandon he gave her.
Then he felt them.
Teeth.
No gentle, timid nibble, it held the pressure and passion of a hellcat.
He reared up, dislodging the moaning Hyuuga and tumbled her to the bed, knocking sheet, bed spread and pillows to the floor in his haste. He snatched her legs up, pressed them to her ears then filled her as deep as her delicious pussy would allow. He gnashed his teeth, absorbing the pleasure exploding through his body the unabashed screams that followed the hard pace he set for his lover. The bed quaked, squeaked, battering the wall behind it with each merciless lunge of his body. He circled his hip once, twice, then returned to the pounding beat, quickly launching himself beyond the limits of control with each ramming thrust.
Nails scored his sweat slick back, deepening the further downward they slid. Sharp pain joined the kaleidescope of ecstasy tearing him apart.
“Narutooo…..I can’t…” she panted, squirmed, contorted then drew in a harsh breath before she lost the battle.
“God!” she shouted with a enough force to set his ears tingling.
The hoarse scream had barely left her throat before he felt the powerful pulls to his cock. With the force and voracity of a vacuum, the weeping clutch of her body demanded he join her in nirvana. Nearly blinded, forcefully weakened, orgasm slammed into him. It bowed his back, curled his toes and nearly crossed his eyes beneath its freight train intensity.
His hips jerked, meshing their genitals together before stilling.
He twitched, echoes of his climax and hers sending shock waves from the sensitive tip of his cock to each and every nerve that circled his body.
Harsh panting, hers and his own, filled the room.
Her nails slowly left his skin, legs slowly creeping from the extreme height of her ears. Her soft mewl of contentment, satisfaction and something else opened eyes he hadn’t known he’d closed. There were marks on her body, littered on both sides of her neck and throat, pretty pink signs of passion over and around her breasts and soft tummy. The iron straight strands were in disarray, wet and curling at the tips. She looked exhausted, barely able to keep her entrancing eyes open the few slivers they currently were. Her well loved, well fucked expression was nothing to the moisture hanging in the corners of those orbs. The tears that telegraphed that she felt the same volcano of emotions he was still grappling with.
Her hand moved, and that twinkle caught and held his rapt cerulean gaze once more. He watched it as long as he could before finding her shimmering regard once more.
The fingers of his future wife slid into his short, damp locks.
“Naruto.” she whispered hoarsely.
He smiled at her, his own eyes suspiciously moist. He traced those lips that formed his name with such love, such joy, such happiness then gave into the gentle tug she gave to his crown, leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
xxxxxx
“Feeling like your old self again?”
Ino looked up from the steaming tea. Gratitude…safety…friendship, feelings the concerned women across from her had embroidered in the Yamanaka’s heart, bloomed warmly in her chest when their eyes met.
Ino smiled.
“Why of course,” she blustered, “you think a fleshy tree can keep such a beautiful, high class kunoichi like me down with a few head games? I’m a Yamanaka. We invented head games.”
Her best friend gave only a small curving of her lips, but refrained from regurgitating what she had been trying to convince the blonde of for the past few days. Though grounded in logic, Ino remained unmoved and unwavering in what she believed, what she had experienced that night. She could distinguish between reality and imagination, she knew a nightmare from a premonition, even though she’d never had the latter before. It hadn’t been a dream.
As she said, she was a Yamanaka.
She knew head games.
And that creature, whatever it was, it too knew head games. That “nightmare” had not been a figment of her overtaxed, downtrodden mind. There had been a tangible connection. A tangible, visceral “presence” with her in that room. She knew it, felt it, could conjure it’s imprint within her mental space and view distantly when she wasn’t alone and vulnerable. Sakura thought her a bit off, sliding slowly into insanity, and maybe she was…a tiny bit. But if that’s where she was headed, she’d at least let the world know she hadn’t fallen.
She’d been pushed.
“Good.” The pinkette murmured, taking a sip from her lightly steaming cup.
The cafe they were visiting today was particularly popular, their tea legendary, their various sweets and treats delicious. Bright lights, tranquil walls, and a customer friendly atmosphere had propelled the establishment to the top of must visit place among Konoha’s entertainment district. Keeping her out in the light and among the busiest places in Konoha had been Sakura’s way of beating back the terror that shadowed her steps ever since that night.
By day, they kept busy.
Shopping, eating, people watching, even a swing at the park wasn’t out of the question. The noise, the activity…the light. Along with her bestie, it was medicine she need to heal her fractured mind. Following a busy day, they’d return to Sakura’s house long before the street lights came on. That first night, even sharing a bed with Sakura, Ino had been too terrified to sleep. Unable to close her eyes with the light off and her friend unable to sleep with it on, the next day, they’d made the most embarrassing purchase in the young Yamanaka’s life…
Night lights…
As Sakura had stood there at the check-out counter, chatting idle with the teller, buying something only scared children and the elderly needed, she’d acted like it was no big deal. And as bad as Ino had wanted to say, “Are you serious billboard brow, does it look like I need a freaking night light?” those words, that bravado had stayed stuck in her dry mouth. She could only stand there quietly, hoping the teller wouldn’t somehow read her thoughts and find out who they were for. Could only stand there, fighting tears of relief that her friend had seen her need, supplied the solution and made the experience as comfortable as she possibly could. She knew, had Ino been able to be alone for more than a few minutes, the medical jonin would have gone alone and got them, sparing her friend any semblance of humiliation.
From the bottom of her heart, she loved the childhood friend she’d grown up with to a degree she’d never thought herself capable.
The shaky house that was Ino Yamanaka had a Sakura shaped pillar of support made of pure steel.
“Wanna stay out longer or should we head over to Naruto’s?”
Pulled from her thoughts, Ino paused a moment before deciding.
“Naruto’s. There’s no telling what he did to Hinata, even with the advice and book you gave him.”
The two women stood, paid and left the establishment. They were heading back into residential territory when Tenten called out to the duo, running towards them with a cheerful greeting on her lips.
xxxxxx
Married…
She was getting married to the absolute love of her life. Her soulmate. The most handsome, most amazing man she had ever met.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Her dream for so many years, the wish that had bolstered her lonely heart over the years in her one sided love was coming true. It was everything she had imagined, right down to the unorthodox method her Jinchuuriki lover had asked for her hand in matrimony…
Heat filled her cheeks.
Maybe not exactly as she imagined, though she had been right in the context that his wonderful proposal had indeed been unorthodox.
Ring-less and naked.
Spur of the moment born from the deep emotion she’d seen swelling in those precious blue pools…
“Hinata?”
Hinata stopped then turned. She smiled. Usually only seeing her female peers along with their male peers, she was a little giddy to be among just the ladies for a change. The atmosphere was always so different when it was only the girls. She shifted the light satchel on her arm.
“Good afternoon.” she greeted the trio.
“Good afternoon.” The trio replied.
“Naruto said you were sick a few days ago. You feeling better?” Sakura asked, “ We were just coming over to check up on you.”
“At the very least, doesn’t seem like that knuckle had made things worse. You look really healthy and glowy, Hinata.” Ino observed.
“Are you alright now Hinata? Want me to check you out?”
Hinata shook her head.
“I’m fine now. I feel better than I’ve ever felt to be honest,” she said, “Naruto-kun took very good care of me. Thank you for helping him, Sakura-san.”
“Of course. I had a few things I needed to take care of at the time. If I could’ve come myself I would’ve. Naruto’s always been a bit of a worrywart when it comes to you but I was a little concern that maybe he wasn’t actually overreacting this time.”
Warmth suffused her chest.
‘Naruto-kun.’
“I know he worries, but…I think I’d be worried too, if he’d been as sick as I was.”
“Are you busy?” Sakura asked.
A bit taken aback by the question, the dark haired kunoichi shook her head.
“Naruto-kun took time off to take care of me but promised he’d report to Hokage-sama the moment I was well. He left an hour ago. I was actually coming to you, Sakura-san.”
Hinata jingled the bag.
“Your thermometer and book.”
Sakura dismissed them with a careless wave.
“I’ve got a million thermometers and even more books, keep them for the next time you need them. Speaking of which, I have some more medical thing that guy’s gonna need now that he’s got a girlfriend living with him. Come on,” she invited, “you can tell me about your symptoms while we walk.”
They weren’t even halfway to the pinkette’s house before Hinata finished her tale. Worry crinkled the brows of her female companions as she described the hellish days fever had ravaged her body.
“That sounds awful.” Tenten commented.
Hinata nodded.
“For once, Naruto’s response wasn’t really blown out of proportion. You should have gone to the hospital, Hinata,” Sakura said, “those symptoms with that high of a fever. Despite my advice and the book, I wouldn’t have blamed him for just taking you into the hospital instead of waiting. It sounds like it was really bad.”
Reflective, she thought back to her days in the furnace that was her body.
All she could really remember was that inferno and Naruto’s care here and there. He’d filled in the gaps after their very enthusiastic engagement celebration while he dressed to report to the Hokage. He’d also said if that ever happened again, he was taking her to hospital and “that was that.” The state she’d been in, laid out in bed, thoroughly loved, satisfied and content as a kitten with a belly full of milk, she’d have denied that blonde haired beast under the sheet absolutely nothing. He could have asked her to dance naked in the street and her addled mind and body would have tumbled from bed to do it. Their lovemaking had always been wild and passionate, but never had she been treated to such raw intensity. It felt more intense than their first time.
Their first copulation, Naruto’s hands had been tinged with roughness from the newness of it, the lack of experience.
This time, it’d been deliberate…from him and from her.
Those words he’d given her in the kitchen, the ring he’d rushed back into their bedroom to get, those baby blues looking terrified yet hopeful that she’d take the ring he’d held out…
The moment she’d tearfully accepted, the moment he slipped it on her finger, she’d been desperate for the closeness only he could give her, the fulfillment she could only discover beneath his hands. And in the midst of the exquisite bliss he drew from her body, she’d lost her head.
Something she had never fully done.
Nor even thought herself capable of.
Dozing in bed, she hadn’t even had the energy to reflect on what had taken place. Too drunk on sex, Hinata had only gazed dazedly at the bite mark on his neck, the scratches down his back, the hickey’s littering his throat.
She’d floated while she took in those love marks.
Now, in the light of day, having gathered herself an hour after he left, she was embarrassed beyond relief. She knew her Jinchuuriki lover, Naruto was unabashed in his voracious sexual appetite and eagerness to experiment in bed, but while she never opposed new positions, new paces, new sensations, she’d never been the way she had been this morning. So…lewd. So…aggressive…so out her mind with lust.
And it definitely showed based on their actions afterward.
While she’d taken care to cover as much of the damning evidence he’d left on her body, Naruto hadn’t shown nearly as much concern, in fact, he’d shown none at all. He’d dressed, kissed her with a thoroughness that had nearly made her beg him to stay and was out the door. Sure, his uniform covered the majority of him, but she hadn’t exactly been discerning.
There was a mark high on his neck, right below his jaw, and another on the other side that was one wind blow, one careless neck turn away from exposure.
Her cheeks burned.
Everyone in the village would know who had made those marks even if he never said a word.
The silver lining, that bite mark that had sent him into a frenzy was safely tucked between shoulder and neck. Short of taking his jacket off, there was no way it would ever see daylight.
“You alright Hinata?”
She jumped, swinging wide eyes to Tenten.
“Your face is all red,” the weapons expert observed, “I hope your fever isn’t coming back…”
The dull heat in her face transformed into bright scarlet.
“Aaaha, y-yes,” the dark haired kunoichi stuttered, “I-I’m fine.”
Tenten opened her mouth to ask something else and Hinata braced, hoping she wasn’t going to probe deeper into why her face was doing its best impersonation of a tomato.
Sakura, unknowingly, came to her rescue.
“I’ll put a pot of coffee started and we can sit and have some girl time.” she said, digging her house key from her pocket.
The medical nin let her guest inside, gesturing to the coat racks before wandering into the kitchen. Several shelves of books, the majority titled in medical jargon filled both sides of the spacious living room. The shell colored walls helped mellow the deep red of the surrounding sectional. The same shell colored coffee table sat before a fairly large television and seemed even whiter against the plush tan carpet. Hinata hung her bag on the door, removed her shoes then waited patiently while the others finished divesting their light coats and shoes.
Finished, Ino followed their host into the kitchen.
She returned with a tray, cups, sugar cubes, creamer and a few snacks. Ino sat the tray on the kitchen table, and took a seat.
Tenten followed suit just as Sakura returned, steaming pot in hand and began to pour. Hinata had just settled on the cushy buffer between her butt and the hard chair, was reaching for the dark liquid when a question, this time from Ino, nearly startled her to death.
“Aren’t you going to take your coat off?,” the kunoichi inquired, a strange, almost catlike expression gracing her attractive face, “And that scarf. I mean it’s a little chilly out but not enough for a scarf.”
Mortified, the Hyuuga heir fumbled for a response. She’d only anticipated dropping off Sakura’s items and returning home but at the time, she hadn’t thought about her actual appearance in clothes meant to cover evidence, nor how appropriate they were in terms of the weather.
“Aaaah-well. Uh…you see.” she reached up to touch the garment in question, gaze drifting off to the side as her face burst into flames.
Hell would freeze over before the overly shy female admitted to being covered in hickeys and love bites.
Shocked gasps spooked the poor, silently embarrassed Hyuuga. With a small jump that nearly offset her coffee, Hinata turned back to the group. They were all looking at her…or rather, the ring on her finger.
“When did he…?” Sakura began.
“He really did it!” Tenten cheered.
“Finally.” Ino sighed, “Well don’t just sit there gawking! Details Ms. Future Uzumaki! How did he propose? Did he take you somewhere special?”
“When would he have time for that?” Sakura wondered aloud, “you’ve been sick the last few days.”
Platinum blonde brows crinkled, “Hey that’s right. Did he propose before you got sick?”
“Ummm, well…no,” the memory, though recent, was so precious, it curled her lips in a smile rarely viewed by anyone other than the blonde jonin in question, “Naruto-kun proposed this morning, in the kitchen.”
Warmth, sweetness and a love so painfully deep nestled within her chest. In the silence that followed, Hinata Hyuuga drifted in a world all her own, unaware that the silence wasn’t procured by anything other incredulous shock.
“In the KITCHEN!!!” Ino shouted, outraged.
She’d surged from her chair, turning the abandoned wood over in the process. Chortling, Tenten reached out to pat the enraged woman’s hand.
“Now, now Ino,” she laughed, “Hinata doesn’t look the least bit put out by this uhhhh, unique? Yes, unique marriage proposal. Quite the opposite in fact.”
“That’s because she’s too nice to be anything but thrilled if he’d sent the proposal through morse code 17,000 miles away in the middle of a hurricane during a solar eclipse.”
Sakura snorted.
“Ino what-”
“We all know you love that bumbling blonde, but at least give the appearance of standards!” the offended Yamanaka continued.
“But Ino,” Tenten gasped through hilarity, “we all know Naruto’s always been a bit…different.”
“The number one unpredictable knuckle-headed ninja in the shinobi world.” Sakura confirmed, nodding sagely.
“Right,” Tenten agreed, “the only person that can really understand and accept that unpredictable nature and even adore it, is Hinata. The kitchen might seem as unromantic a place for a marriage proposal as can possibly be, but look at her. She over the moon. The way these two connect and love, its different than anything we’ve seen or heard, and I for one find it as strange and fascinating as I find it adorable.”
“Yeah Ino,” Sakura grinned, “You and I and maybe even Tenten would’ve brained any guy that thought the kitchen was a prime spot for a proposal but those two lovebirds, they’re not a couple to be measured by conventional mean.”
Ino sighed deeply, but sat back in the chair Tenten righted for her.
“That about sum it up, Hinata?” she question with a glum pout, arms crossed, “you happy with this kitchen proposal?”
The way she reached for that twinkling ring and pressed it and her hand to her breast was answer enough. But that glow in her face along with her next words left no doubt.
“I’m…over the moon about it.” she confirmed, her smile luminous, moist joy forming in the corner of her eyes.
“I’m so happy for you, Hinata.” Tsunade’s apprentice sighed.
“Me too.” Tenten grinned.
“Can’t be helped I guess,” Ino exhaled, lifting a frustrated hand to her forehead, “of course I’m happy for you, I was when he bought the ring for you almost two years ago but jeez. In the kitchen Naruto?”
“He’s had it…that long?”
“Yeah he-ah! Don’t cry Hinata,” Ino laughed, “I know, I know, it’s sweet. For a guy that needed help with this kind of thing, he’s the sweetest guy in Konoha even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. So I’ll take you guys word for it. Yours especially.”
A wistful smile graced her lips, “If Naruto’s kitchen proposal can make you look like that, then for you two, I guess it was the perfect time and place. Don’t mind me. I’m a stickler for the status quo.”
Wiping tears that had yet to fall, Hinata gave a softly murmured affirmation. She knew Ino’s amusing scene had come from a place of feminine fantasy most girls and women painted. The women at this table were cherished friends, and their support, along with Ino’s desire she have the best of the best was touching and heartwarming.
“Well that explains the scarf and the rest of that get up you’re wearing.”
Pearlescent orbs swung to teasing blue. Hinata blinked, confusing coating her brows.
“Or is my guess off base and you’re not really hiding a bunch of hickeys under that scarf.” Ino smirked, winking at the shocked woman.
Her mouth opened, closed…opened, then snapped shut. Unable to deny it, Hinata’s pupiless eyes slowly…guiltily skated off to the side.
“Okay, little more than I needed to know about Naruto.” Sakura declare, throwing a hand over her eyes.
Tenten hooted.
Ino nodded sagely.
“Hard not to guess considering I’ve been there myself, covering hickeys I mean. Not that it’d bother me if people could see,” she shrugged, “But it’s kinda awkward when I’m working the counter at the flower shop. When I saw you outside your apartment, it was one of the first things to come to my mind, but considering you’ve been sick, it could’ve just as easily been apart of your illness.”
Hinata was fairly certain visible steam flowed from her ears.
“Alright, enough teasing Ino,” Sakura giggled, “Hinata, congratulations. You’ve waited so long for this day to come. To be with that knuckled headed Hero of the Leaf.”
Emerald orbs shimmering with emotion, she reached for the hands of her friend.
“Congratulations and thank you, for being what he needs. If anyone deserves the life you’ll give him, its Naruto.”
Bordering on tears, Hinata’s trembling lips curled upward.
“Thank you, Sakura-san.”
xxxxxx
“Married? You proposed?”
Naruto grinned, giving his locks a bashful scratch.
“Yeah, this morning,” the jonin confirmed, “Hinata was feeling better and it kinda…happened.”
“Kinda happened, huh?” Kakashi repeated, shaking his head, unsure if he should be amused or affronted on Hinata’s behalf, “Well, then, congratulations, Naruto.”
“Thanks, Kaka-uh Rokudaime-sama.”
From the crinkle about his eyes, Naruto could tell the correction amused his former teacher. It had taken had taken the Hokage hopeful almost a year to settle into a more formal address in private and out. In times where he was excited, or relaxed within the Rokudaime Hokage’s presence, he’d find himself back in the team seven head space. Where they had been sensei and student, then shinobi equals during their battled with Kaguya.
“As curious as I am about how a marriage proposal “just happens,” I’m afraid we don’t have the time to spare.”
Naruto straightened, shifting from a civilian sharing big news to a Hidden Leaf ninja, ready for any and everything.
“Shikamaru received a message from an unknown individual the 5th of April,” Kakashi began, “I’m sure you’ll remember, Hinata was summoned that very night. The transmission was sent in code, meaning the originator didn’t want someone viewing the words and mathematics to discern its contents easily, however, they sent it directly to the Intel Department. Shikamaru believes the person that sent the messages is looking to foster trust, and it’s just a haunch, but he believes this person is in league with the perpetrators behind the jubokko attacks and that that person no longer wishes to be so. Information in exchange for rescue at the least, rescue and protection at the most.”
Surprised, Naruto watched as Kakashi reached for a piece of paper atop a large stack at his right.
“Tracing the IP has been near impossible,” he said, handing the paper to him, “however, we believe we’ve narrowed down the region using not only the digital footprints, but the mental ones as well.”
Blue orbs looked up from the paper.
“Mental?”
“The jubokko,” the Hokage supplied, “they were human, before they became what they were now, however, we’ve been able to place them in two differing categories. There’s a difference in their mental properties. Those that are closer to beasts, that mimic kekkei genkai, their memories, who they were, is shadowed. Even the best of the Yamanaka are unable to unravel their past lives, but the others, the ones that are merely raging beast, there are traces, snapshots of their former lives, and a few had images of what we assume to be their last days as a human.”
The silver haired shinobi gestured to the paper.
“On that map, we’ve circled the areas that may help us locate the sender of the messages, and at the very least, lead to information as to who created these creature, how to stop them and why they were created in the first place.”
Naruto blinked at the paper. A lot of the circled coordinates were near and one was in Suna.
“We’ve already gain the permission of the Kazekage to investigate within Suna and the surrounding areas.”
“Permission…” he echoed absently.
“It helps that Sunagakure and Konohagakure are allies and that Gaara happens to be very good friends with you, however, we met with resistance initially.”
Blonde brows crinkled.
“Resistance? From Gaara.”
The older male shook his head.
“The daimyo.”
Kakashi leaned forward, placing elbows to his big desk, chin on his clasped hands and a serious gleam in his dark eyes.
“It’s happening everywhere. The other Great Nations, even the smaller ones are closing their boarders. The jubokko attacks are driving a lot of public opinion on the move to restrict access to areas that are safe, but the Hidden Sand are becoming particularly remote. They’ve sustained the worst of the attacks and the higher ups are speculating that perhaps one of the other Great Nations are the perpetrators, that this is a planned attack to wipe Suna from the map in its weakened state. Similar accusations are being made from the other Great Nations along with the surrounding counties.”
Naruto digested that information as the Hokage continued, “There are many accusations, many denials but no definitive answers. That’s why its imperative that we get those answers as quickly as possible. We dispatched Shino to follow Shukaku’s trail, but that request was only granted based on the special circumstances. A missing bijouu is caused for great concern, not just for Konoha. However, a second request to send a investigatory group of shinobi…let’s just say the request wasn’t well received. In fact, it was not approved until I resubmitted the request with you as team lead. None of the nations are in any position to turn you away.”
Troubled, Naruto folded the paper and placed it securely in the pouch behind him.
“I’ve assigned Kiba and Lee to assist in the investigation. Due to the seriousness, the international delicacy needed, it’s an S rank mission.”
Naruto nodded.
“I’ll notify Kiba and Lee.”
“I’ll do it, dattebayo,” the jonin offered, “It’ll be faster than waiting for them to come here.”
Kakashi nodded.
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Thank you all for the support and well wishes. It really made me happy to read them :) each and every one was a pillar to my own shaky house. Love all around.
TheFlamingDictator: I was really happy to read you come back to these stories and feel that way. I too agree that not much in the way of substance is given to stories that contain or are mostly smut related. Its one of the biggest reasons I began writing fanfiction. And thank you so much for understanding my personal baggage. I’m definitely talking to people, here, in my own life and everywhere in between. It’s a struggle, but doing things that bring me happiness and distraction help so much, not to mention the words and support of people like you. Thank you! And I do hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the next.
Did you guys enjoy Naruto’s proposal? The follow up? XD I reread the proposal from the last chapter, and though I was all emotional reading it, it made me laugh and I could not resist the chance to have fun with it among the girls XD
This was comedy/informative chapter, next coming ones I’m forming are gonna be what Naruto and co find outside the walls of Konoha. Let me know what you all think and I’ll see you in the next one.
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Laters~
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