Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

The Night Hath Come	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I profit from this work of fiction

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
SO MUCH GLITCH

Sorry for the shortness. My muse is dead and gone.

I feel like the reason I have such a hard time updating this story in particular is that it's my baby. I want it to realize it's full potential(whatever that may be) and I don't want to force anything.

In any case, I apologize for the wait in between chapters and hope you can forgive me.

EDIT : 5/17/2012, fixed the huge games between paragraphs and slightly lengthened chapter.

R&R is loved.

**************************************

One down, two to go.....

Weapons?

Check

Food and water supplies?

Check

Map? Extra clothes? Scrolls?

Check and check

Convincing Pain-sama to give you a week's vacation time?

Uh. . . . .

You rub your aching forehead tenderly, eyes closed. This was a bad idea. Not that you normally had a lot of GREAT ones, per-say, but this was still dangerous.

“But you have to. It could be so much worse if you didn't. You just needed to make sure.”

You're scared. Very scared. The Iwa kunoichi's words hit hard, sinking cold, hard fear into the pit of your stomach.

There was a slim chance she was bluffing. Slimmer still considering she was from Iwa, sent to track you and Deidara. Of course she would've known about the Kazangan clan, and your brother.

“Funny how the only two clans that still practiced arrange marriages both had their heirs defect within the same year.”

That particular memory catches you off guard.

You'd been in line for an arranged marriage, sure. But your constant resistance and eventual defection had prevented you from ever meeting whatever sorry ass they'd picked as your spouse. But you hadn't the slightest idea that he'd also left the village. Whatever. Probably for the best.

Your brother had fallen from grace and been stripped of(surrendered) his title as heir years previously, due to his flat out refusal to become a ninja or learn anything of the sort.

Your brow furrows in rage, fist clenching unconsciously. NOBODY should be forced to be a military dog if they didn't want to. He was peace loving, gentle, far too pretty and delicate to be a shinobi in the first place.

He created where others destroyed. He'd rather spread peace than fight for it, and if he'd rather live out his life as a simple musician and entertainer then he should damn well be allowed to.

Or he should have been..

“Too late for that now.”

The creak of the door opening snaps you out of your thoughts. You peer over your shoulder to see Itachi enter the room, wordlessly move over to his bed, and plop down.

All without even remotely acknowledging your existence, much to your dismay.

A few awkward moments pass. You decide to break the silence.

“Good morning.”

A pause. You feel an eye twitch out of frustration.

“Afternoon.” he corrects you.

“Er, right.” you reply sheepishly. “I couldn't tell, what with the clouds, and the rain.”

“It always rains here.”

Moments pass. Nothing. You begin to wonder if Uchiha were all this socially inept or if you were just unlucky enough to be rooming the most awkward one of all.

You dive back into your pack to hide your increasingly visible frustration. Almost done. Now just to figure out how to convince Pain to let you off on holiday without explaining where you were going and why.

“I've arranged for us to go to Konoha.”

You stop cold, head still halfway buried in your knapsack. You furiously try to decipher that cryptic sentence in your head, breath steady.

It was possible,that you had both actually been assigned a mission in or around the leaf village, and he had just worded it strangely. It was also possible that the Uchiha had in fact personally arranged a mission to Konoha (although Itachi wanting to return to the scene of his genocidal massacre seemed stupid, put bluntly. )

Then again, it was still, however unfortunately, probable that said destination had something to do with your brother.

If that were the case,

Three to go. . .

“Excuse me?” you mumble through the cloth of your pack, not daring to make eye contact. Or leave the bag, because damnit, the contents of said bag are way less threatening than any part of Itachi.

“I've arranged for us to go to Konoha” he repeats flatly.

“Because?”

“I understand that there may be something of importance for you there.”

You slowly raise your head out of the bag, peeking over the rim. You either needed to clean your ears out or beat the ever-living shit out of whomever was in the room with you, because it obviously wasn't the stoic asshole you'd been working with the past couple of years.

“How do I know,” you start slowly “That you don't have an ulterior motive?”

"Actually, scratch that, how do you know that he's not a fucking mind-reader in the first place?"

“You don't know” comes the honest reply. “You're also not in a position to refuse.”

You sigh, zipping up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. May as well play along with his game.

“Mind debriefing me on the mission, then?”

“On the way” he motions out the door with his hand. “We have to be there within the hour”

“Hour?” you raise an eyebrow. “It takes three days on foot.”

“We're not walking.”

***888888888888888888888888888888888888888

While summon animals are often much faster, larger, and generally more efficient at traveling then their human counterparts, and can comfortably accommodate companions on their travels,

Salamanders were in the minority.

You couldn't complain too much. Itachi had only been logical in having you summon one of your larger amphibious comrades, transporting you both safely out of country via a network of underground waterways, but after nearly an hour cramped inside Akahime's mouth with /another person/ no less you were beginning to question your partner's sanity.

Finally, light. Dim light. She'd managed to find a remote spring deep within Konoha's forests to surface in.

“Shall I be of any more assistance, Mistress?” comes the low, rumbling hiss.

“No, Akahime, that's quite enough, thank you.” you grimace, trying feverishly to dislodge the saliva from various uncomfortable parts of your body. You needed a shower. Bad.

“I'll be taking me leave then.” the salamander turns on heel, ready to submerge back into the spring's depths.

“Oh, Hime?” you call after her.”

“Yes?”

“For future reference, do something about your breath next time.” you force a disgusted smile. “It smells like something died in there. Years ago.”

Unfortunately (or fortunately) salamander's faces are not wired to be expressive, so whether or not she had a sense of humor, you didn't know. She mumbles something incoherent before sinking into the water, enormous shadow beneath he surface dissipating, gone.

You pick up your bag from the water, futilely trying to shake the slime from it.

“Hey, Itachi-san, I've got a great idea.” you sneer, throwing the still sopping bag over your shoulders. “How about next time we DON'T ride on the inside of a slimy animal?”

“......”

You rolls your eyes, craning your head around. “I'm serious-”

It's everything you can do to keep your knees from giving out.

Saying he was shirtless was an understatement. Boys, no , men as pretty as Itachi didn't just go /shirtless/ they temporarily become living testaments to female(and occasionally male ) libido. Men like Itachi were as capable as they were unaware of a power to turn any red-blooded kunoichi into a drooling, heaving puddle of sexually charged goo.

And as the young uchiha male is mundanely wringing out his shirt, taking full advantage of the spring water you'd surfaced in to rid himself of amphibious salivia, your racing mind boils down into one, semi-coherent thought :

"Sonova BITCH"

He notices your staring, and you're sure with his permanently/activated sharingan he at least has an idea of where all your chakra is racing towards at the moment. Though you're not sure someone as painfully asexual as Itachi would even deduce HE was the cause of it.

You can't help but let out a long, shaky sigh.

“You seem frustrated.”

You cock your head at him, crossing your arms.

“No shit, really?” you blow out a breath.

“You need some time to recover?”

“No, I need fifteen minutes alone with my hand.” you roll your eyes, only half joking. “C'mon, let's get going.”

***********

It's dark, foggy, and the air stank of wet leaves and oncoming rain. Weak thunder rolls, foreboding in the distance. Perfect setup for a b horror flick. Not so much for meeting your sibling after nearly five years.

Same damn thing

“You're shaking.”

You jerk your head over your shoulder, neck cracking painfully to scowl at your companion.

“So what?”

“Shaking usually indicates stress or fear.” He stares blankly, his unintentionally scholarly tone enraging. “If you can't continue this mission-”

“I'm fine you narrow your eyes at him. “I'm just nervous, it's been years. And it's not like we can leave /now/, if what you said about Kakuzu wasn't bullshit.”

“Everything I told you was accurate.” He replies flatly. “If we hadn't left when we did, it would've only complicated things for both of us.”

You blow out a breath. You hadn't had time to verify what Itachi had told you, but given Itachi hadn't been the type to “bullshit” you figured you were safe. Apparently Kakuzu had just returned from one of his signature money-grubbing ventures that had involved one of the higher-ups in the Iwagakure council. And while historically the greedy stitched up bastard wanted nothing to do with you (aside from a one-time attempt to sell you into a prostitution ring that ended in bloodshed) you wanted to avoid any and all questions about your homeland, your clan, or god forbid your brother. All in all it was an extremely convenient excuse to take up a mission where said sibling was located at the same time.

In fact, you should be thanking Itachi for being so thoughtful.

Or you would, if you weren't so certain he had an ulterior motive. You shudder slightly. Just exactly WHAT said exterior motive could be wasn't exactly obvious. But if it had to do with your brother, a fight was invitable. Death was also most likely inevitable, seeing as you'd be up against Itachi.

Through the ever-thickening fog you see a row of houses. Your heart jumps, just a little.

Three streets down, last on on the left.

You can see it, and it's everything you can do to fight a ridiculous grin from spreading over your face. It's a well worn, but comfortable little house, dead flower bed in the front, shingles chipping off the roof, and a cage housing his pet pigeons under the alcove. You'd recognize it anywhere.

“I'm going to ask you one last time.” you sigh, looking over your shoulder. “Are you SURE you don't want to stay at a hotel? Hoshi has one spare bedroom, so you'll either be getting the floor or the couch.”

“Staying at a hotel would only complicate things.”

You wait for his answer for several moments, before deciding that probably was his answer.

“Fine” you roll your eyes, and make your way onto the porch. It's with bated breath you hesitantly knock on the door.

“Hoshi?”

No answer.

You knock again. Still no answer. You swallow at the ball forming in your throat.

“Ho-”

Before you can knock again, the door creaks open. Through the sliver of the doorway you see a mop of messy black hair, and golden eyes peering up at you.

“Sis?”

You grin absurdly, trying your best to force back happy tears.

“Yeah, it's me, I know it's bee-”

THWACK

You're cut off, and seeing stars, and it takes you a moment to realize your older brother has somehow managed to throw himself hard enough at you to have you both land on the street twenty feet away. An impressive feat for a civilian, even more so that he'd done it to a trained ninja.

“Where the FUCK have you BEEN?” he snarls, near tears himself. “DO you have ANY idea how worried I've been? ANY?!”

“Away” you splutter between breathes. “If you let me up I'll explain-”

No reply. You feel him tense, staring hard into the distance.

“Hoshi?”

“I'm going to assume-” Hoshi says quietly. “That you are aware of the man following you. Because if not-”

Despite the weight pressing down on your chest, you force out a laugh. “You think I'm that stupid? He came with me.”

“Oh thank god.” he blows out a breath, at long last getting to his feet. You take a moment to let your crushed ribs settle back into place before following suit.

“So, uh, you would be?” Hoshi asks, turning towards Itachi. For a moment, your stomach sinks. Neither of you had come up with aliases, and while your brother wasn't exactly in a position to be leaking information, you'd thought it best to err on the side of caution, and not tell him anything period. He couldn't disclose what he didn't know, after all.

The Uchiha gives his usual icy, stoic stare. You were used to it. Hoshi evidently wasn't, as he looked rather taken aback.

“Karasu.” he finally replies. You let out a sigh of relief. Of course. Itachi could think on his feet, and you'd worked with him enough that you could anticipate each others next move with reasonable accuracy.

Nothing to worry about

“I see.” Hoshi forces a smile, obviously still uncomfortable to some extent. “And you two know each other how?”

You smile warmly, waving your hand dismissively Oh him? He's just my business partn-”

“I'm her husband”

For a moment, your heart stops. Slowly, you turn to Itachi, wide eyed and slack jawed, silently giving him the hardest “The fuck is wrong with you?!" look you can muster.

He stares back, either completely unaware of the complications of what he just said, or not caring one way or another. You suspected the later.

Hoshi seems to be having just as hard a time as you are. He cough awkwardly. “H-husband?”

Okay. You blow out a breath, trying to calm yourself. "It's not stupid” because Itachi doesn't do stupid. It IS however, without a trace of tact and awkward as hell. Something the stoic ninja did on a regular basis. YOU were the stupid one. You should have seen this coming.

“Y-yeah.” you manage, forcing what little bit of composure you had left into effect. “Because it totally makes sense that we'd do that, right?” You throw a subtle glare back to your partner, who as expected, offers no help. “I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier, but it was kind of impossible, given the circumstances” You offer an apologetic grin.

“Oh, alright. “ You brother looks slightly crestfallen, but the smile remains plastered on his face. “Well, forget that, I'm being a terrible host, come on inside.”
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Night Hath Come