Jinbutsu Hanasu no Jutsu | By : missteya Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Notes: This chapter is really long, despite it
being the shortest in the outline. I added a shopping scene cause
it wouldn’t leave me alone. The dream sequence came out of nowhere too. It was
inspired by/calls back to the ending of the original story when Sasuke says “...
This is just a disguise. It's not real. Your... Your
/girlfriend/ is not real.” I hope it’s up to snuff. As always, please let
me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Two
They were dancing. There was no music, but still they
were spinning and spinning. Their feet were gliding across the top of a dark
watered lake sending ripples out in every direction. He couldn’t see the shore,
only black water meeting a black horizon. His hands were wrapped tightly around
a thin waist. He couldn’t see his partner’s face, but he didn’t need to. He
knew who was out there in the emptiness with him.
“Where are we?” he heard himself whisper.
“Nowhere,” came the soft
response.
“Saki-chan,” he said in the same quiet voice.
“No.” They were still dancing. The tiny waves on the
water began moving in increasingly erratic patterns, crossing each other,
turning back, crossing again.
“This is just a disguise,” her breath was hot on his
neck. “It’s not real.”
There was a loud banging and the water started to move
violently, the ripples turning into crashing swells. He wanted to stop dancing,
but this person kept him moving. She pulled him closer until it hurt, her arms a vice around him.
“What’s going on?” he cried. The world shook again, and
he fell into the water, flailing for breath, his partner suddenly gone.
“Aah!” Naruto yelped from his
place on the floor of the Uchiha living room.
“What the hell?” he grumbled as he simultaneously rubbed
his sleep filled eyes and his sore hip. A knocking sound reverberated through
the hall. He scrambled to his feet and made his way quickly to the front door,
peeking out the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some hopeful naďve girl with
her arms full of presents. He’d seen that happen before personally, sixteen
different times. Peering back at him was a single eye. He flung the door open.
“Kakashi-sensei? What are you
doing here?” Despite the fact that they were the same rank, the blond had never
been able to let go of the suffix. The same went for Iruka. Calling them sensei
gave Naruto, subconsciously at least, a feeling of familiarity that was as
close as he’d ever get to calling someone father. The older jounin walked past
him into the house, leaving his shoes by the door.
“Tsunade sent me. She said that your team had an encounter
with the Akatsuki yesterday.” Naruto shut the door and followed Kakashi as he
made his way to the kitchen.
“Yeah. They tried to use some
weird jutsu on me.” He sat down at the table across from his former teacher.
“To get the Kyuubi, I presume.”
“Yeah, probably,” Naruto replied,
his voice and expression hard and somber.
“How is the rest of the team?”
“Shikamaru is fine. Neji is okay too. He just got knocked
out. And Sasuke is…” He paused as he searched for the right words. Split up?
Three different people now? Way crazier than I
realized?
“Is?” Kakashi prompted.
“Is…”
“Just fine, thank you,” came a
sharp voice by the door. Sasuke was leaning on the jamb, arms crossed over his
chest. His face sported the expression Naruto had dubbed way too good to be
talking to trash like you. “What are you doing in my house, Kakashi?”
“Naruto let me in,” the silver haired jounin replied, his
visible eye crinkling in the way both of his students had long ago learned
meant he was smiling beneath his mask. Sasuke turned his sharp gaze to the
blond.
“Dobe,” he hissed. It didn’t sound like the pet name it
had gradually become over the years, but held the tone and connotation it did
when Sasuke had first said it to him. Naruto was surprised that after all the
times he had heard it, it would suddenly hurt so much.
“That was very rude.” Three pairs of eyes turned to see
Saki standing behind him in the hall. Her glossy lips were turned downward. Her
hands were gripping tightly to the front of her navy blue velvet skirt,
wrinkling it and exposing the frilly slip underneath. “Kakashi-sensei is always
welcome in my home, and Naruto-kun is not a dobe.” The faces of both
Sasuke and Naruto turned red for different reasons. Sasuke was prevented from
attempting to inflict physical harm on Saki by the hand that appeared quite
abruptly on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
“Ah. So it is true. How are you feeling this morning, Saki-chan?”
“I’m doing quite well. Thank you for
asking, Kakashi-sensei.” She made her way around Sasuke in a wide arc
and sat at the table next to Naruto.
“Would you like something to eat or drink, Naruto-kun?”
“No thanks, babe,” he said, smiling brightly and
completely ignoring the growl emanating from Sasuke.
“Now then,” said Kakashi his hold on the angry jounin
unchanged, “isn’t there another piece of you around here somewhere?”
“He’s still sleeping,” Saki answered, but as soon as the
words left her mouth, a small cry of joy erupted from the hallway.
“Kakashi-sensei!” He barely had
time to release Sasuke and brace himself before a small, black haired rocket
launched itself into his arms. His eye was wide with surprise at the miniature
Sasuke clinging to him.
“I missed you, Kakashi-sensei. You never come to see me
anymore.” The small boy pouted so adorably that the older man couldn’t help but
gush.
“I’m sorry, Sasuke-chan. I didn’t know you wanted me
around.” The boy shot a pint sized glare over Kakashi’s shoulder at his taller
counterpart.
“Well, I never really said it before, but you’re really
important to me Kakashi-sensei. I like it when you visit and train with me. It
makes me happy.”
“Well it makes me happy too.” He set the boy down on the
ground, and Sasuke snorted behind them.
“Stop acting like that,” he demanded quietly. “It’s
foolish.”
“Aww, Sasuke don’t be like that.
Little Sasuke-chan just likes having his charming and talented old sensei around,
isn’t that right?” He rested a gloved hand atop the boy’s head and ruffled his
dark hair.
“Right!” he said, wrapping his arms around the Copy
ninja’s leg and sticking his tongue out at Sasuke.
“Hn.”
Sasuke tossed his head to the side indignantly. Naruto laughed so hard he fell
out of his chair. Even Saki was giggling. Kakashi took a knee to meet the young
boy’s eyes.
“Well don’t you worry Sasuke-chan,” he looked over to
Sasuke pointedly, “I promise to come around more often. In fact,” he continued
as he straightened himself up, “That’s why I came here today. Tsunade thinks it
would be a good idea to test your skills to see what this jutsu may have
affected. We have no idea what the Akatsuki is planning now that they’re active
again. They may come after Naruto at any time. We must be prepared for that.”
“Let’s go then. We can train while they eat breakfast,”
Sasuke turned toward the front door.
“Not so fast, Sasuke. Not just
you. All of you will be training today.”
“Even me?” Sasuke-chan asked excitedly.
“Even you.”
“No.” Everyone turned in shock to see Saki standing with
her palms on the table. Her face was covered by the shadow of her long bangs.
“I am not a kunoichi. I will not be training with
you.”
“You’re right, Saki,” Kakashi replied, voice devoid of
emotion. “You aren’t a kunoichi. You are a shinobi. I’ve trained you for years. I know your skills.
Now is not the time to be playing games like this.”
“I can’t,” she cried, shaking her head. “I can’t do this.”
“Saki-chan,” Naruto whispered, touching her arm gently.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“The only thing she’s good for is getting fucked by that
idiot.”
“You bastard! Don’t say shit like
that!”
“All of you shut up,” Kakashi demanded. “I’m serious,
Saki. This is no time for games. How would you feel if Itachi came and captured
Naruto because you couldn’t do anything? Do you think he would go easy on you
because you’re in a dress? Don’t you want to protect those that are important
to you?” She looked up at him, stricken.
“Kakashi-sensei… I-I… Naruto-kun…” Tears began to leak
slowly from her eyes in black streaks.
“Pathetic,” Sasuke sneered.
“Naruto-nii, you should take
Saki to get some new clothes to train in. Kakashi-sensei, the Avenger, and I
can start training while we wait for you.” Sasuke-chan smiled brightly at them.
“Saki-chan?” Naruto questioned
tentatively.
“Yes,” she replied shakily. “That sounds like a good
idea.” Sasuke turned on his heel and left the room without a word.
* *
*
Naruto had been dragged out shopping with Sakura on
multiple occasions and had hated every second of it. Women took far too long
nitpicking at every little thing. Did it really matter what the pattern on the
hem of their skirt was? And he swore up and down that there was no difference
between pink and salmon. Those times though, he realized, were nothing compared
to shopping with Saki. He attributed it mostly to the fact that she didn’t want
to be buying training clothes at all.
“Saki-chan, babe,” he said gently, “it’s been forty-five
minutes. I know Kakashi-sensei is known for being late, but we really should
get out there soon.” He grinned brightly at her. She looked like she would
rather be anywhere else on the planet than where she was. It made a part of
Naruto want to grab her hand and tell her she didn’t have to do it, that he
would protect her, and she need not worry about anything. But the larger, more
sensible part of him knew that she needed to at least assess her abilities.
What if Itachi really did come? What if he was incapacitated somehow? He
certainly couldn’t trust the Avenger to save her.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered shakily. It took great effort,
but the blond managed not to sigh.
“Why don’t you let me pick out something pretty for you,
okay? I’ve been with you long enough to know just your tastes.” She nodded and
allowed herself to be led to a chair by the fitting rooms. Naruto set about
scanning the area as quickly as he could for anything that would make Saki even
the least bit happy.
Let’s see… Too bright. Too loose. Not loose enough. Ugh, is this seriously meant
for women?
His already sour mood grew increasingly worse as garment
after garment failed to meet his approval. It didn’t help that the clerk kept
giving him odd looks as he mumbled and griped to himself. After what seemed
like forever, but was probably more along the lines of fifteen minutes or so,
he approached the frowning Saki.
“Try this on. If you don’t like it, I can always try
again.” He handed her a bundle of black cloth and sat as he waited for her to
change.
Please like it. He silently begged. Please like
it so we can get going. This isn’t even gonna be the
worst part of the day. He let his head drop into his hands and rested his
elbows on his knees. Kami, the training’s gonna be even more unbearable.
The sound of the fitting room door opening perked him back
up. When his eyes met with what was behind it, his breath caught.
“Saki-chan,” he said, reverently, “you look beautiful.” It
was the truth, though it wasn’t worth very much since Naruto thought she looked
even more beautiful covered in blood and dirt in the standard jounin outfit,
kunai in hand and Sharingan blazing.
“You really think so?” she asked tentatively, pulling at
the black sleeves that flared slightly over her hands. Naruto really did know
her taste. The kimono he had chosen was relatively short, ending just above her
knees with an opening that allowed the freedom of movement necessary for high
speed taijutsu combat. It was secured with a deep purple obi, and had form
fitting black shorts that were to be worn underneath. He had also selected a
pair of mesh stockings and matching black kunai and shuriken holsters. A pair
of black ninja sandals completed the ensemble.
“Absolutely,” he assured her. “Here.” He dug into one of
his pouches and withdrew the shinobi forehead
protector that had manifested itself along with Saki the day before. He tied it
carefully around her neck.
“Are you ready?” he asked carefully.
“Almost,” she replied, reaching into the small clutch she
had brought with her. She fished around a bit before removing a broach whose
jewels glittered in the signature red and white shape of the Uchiha crest. She
pinned it to her lapel and looked at it for a moment as it sparkled in the filtered
sunlight of the shop. She took a slow steadying breath.
“I’m ready,” she declared in a voice that was nearly
confident. Naruto reached for her hand and tugged her gently into his arms.
“You’ll do just fine, babe. I promise.”
* *
*
Naruto was glad that the afternoon with Kakashi didn’t
turn him into a liar. Saki did more than just fine. In fact, all three Sasukes performed remarkably well. The jutsu had apparently
split Sasuke’s body without sacrificing any of his abilities. Even the tiny
Sasuke-chan was able to fight with three tomoes
spinning in his red eyes. Saki frowned throughout their long session but
performed two perfect chidoris as well as multiple
fire based jutsus. She fought Kakashi hand to hand in
a style that was clearly Sasuke, though a tad more graceful with the aggression
dialed back. Sasuke-chan fought alongside her, giving the older jounin a run
for his money as he lashed out in familiar moves spiced up by an impulsiveness
that was rarely seen in Sasuke’s previous training sessions, though regularly
invoked during real combat situations. The Avenger, it seemed, had decided to
stop talking to Naruto, choosing instead to convey his negative emotions by
continually scowling and attacking the blond with all of his strength. He even
went so far as to attempt to catch Naruto in a genjutsu that might have been
terrifying had he not broken it just after glimpsing Sasuke’s Curse Sealed form
emerging from one of the nearby trees. The string of profanity that followed
his failed jutsu didn’t evoke a single word, only an even darker expression and
a fierce Shishi Renden that
would have knocked Naruto out had he not been able to switch places with a
clone at the last second. The day ended as the sun set with Naruto and all
three Uchihas lying in the grass. Kakashi looked down
from the tree above them, the latest Icha Icha novel in his hands.
“I think that’s enough for today,” he said, just barely
succeeding in making his voice sound as if he wasn’t just as exhausted as the
four younger ninjas below him. “I am pleased that all of you are still able to
defend yourselves from enemy attacks. Remember to keep training despite this
little… setback. Go home and have some dinner, then get some rest.” He
performed a few hand signs that instantly transported him from his perch atop
the high branch to the waiting area just outside the Hokage’s office. He rapped
lightly on the door and opened it when a startled groggy voice called for him
to enter.
“It was just as you suspected,” he began without preamble,
“All three bodies are capable of Sharingan and all the other skills Sasuke
knows.” Tsunade frowned and wiped at the drool that had collected in the corner
of her mouth. She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling, away
from the mountain of scrolls and books that littered her desk.
“That’s extremely troubling. We can’t allow the Akatsuki
to perform that jutsu on Naruto. It could mean the destruction of the village.”
“Have you found anything that might help us counteract the
justu’s effects?” The Godaime rubbed her temples.
“Nothing.” In that word, she
sounded, for once, as old as she really was.
* * *
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