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𝔸 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
Signs of a Witch

Land of Giants
Naruto

February 4, 2000

Earth rich musk teased his nose, a distinct smell easily recognizable as the signature, underlying scent of Giants, trolls, goblins and other earthen creatures. A sign they were nearing the deep sunken valley where Giants had made their homes for generations.
Kyodaina, the official capital of the Land of Giants, held the largest concentrated population of soil-origin Naturals. Of all the places he’d ever traveled, Naruto enjoyed the poignant fragrance of pure nature that Kyodaina exuded for miles on end. The city itself wasn’t bad, a little behind Konoha in terms of technological advances, a bit rough in some parts considering it was home to Naturals that, historically speaking, weren’t exactly friends with each other, but it’s true selling point for him was it’s elaborate feasts. Massive amounts of succulent meat, buffets that left him wishing he had an extra stomach to use when his own bloated belly gave out.
Had they been here under different circumstances, Naruto would have already been salivating.
“We’re not far from the city, once we reach the river, let’s take a break and walk the rest of the way,” Sakura remarked as she flew above the treetops, her words spoken not shouted, yet, in his transformed state, Naruto heard the words as though spoken directly in his furred ears, “we don’t know where the witch is, but I do remember Iruka-sensei reading a passage in our history books that mentioned that a lot witches tend to favor forests and caves. Makes it easier for them hide and perform their rituals in secret. If we slow down, and all make our way on foot, we might make contact with it before we reach the city.”
Grunting a rumbling affirmative, Naruto cranked down to three tails, reducing his mass to a form quick enough to blaze through miles of terrain and keep up with his winged teammates, but small enough to burn chakra efficiently. His reserves were without equal, however, they were hunting a witch, every little bit counted.
Last thing he needed was to be in combat while tapped.
Fighting on low chakra levels was dangerous, not just for him but those around him, including his teammates. When he was near empty, when he scraped the bottom of his chakra pool, it kick started his ‘gift’ from the very witches that had left him the last of his kind.
He’d lose himself to something dark that festered below his own power.
Some unknown force that turned him into something horrific.
A monster.
Shaking his head to clear it, Naruto blew frustrated smoke through his snout and slowed his high-speed sprint to a leisurely trot to keep with the reduced pace of his teammates. From Konoha to the Land of Giants, the trip at a walk or even a run took nearly a week; charging across grassy plains like a carmine blur sheared their travel time to a messily two days. Had their mission not been so serious, Naruto would have thoroughly enjoyed this blood pumping race across the country.
His inner fox was howling satisfaction, but his thoughts were a bit too heavy to fully appreciate the freedom.
He took a glance at his flying teammates, judging their lazy coasting glide and adjusted his speed a little more. He pulled chakra from one of his tails, slowing his chakra output, and slimming his gigantic size enough that his russet colored ears fell below the towering treetop of the forest for the first time in hours.
Five minutes later, the scent of clean water cut through the earthy aroma he loved.
Nearly an hour later, a cheerfully flowing river came into view. Housed within a deep, grass-patchy gorge, it’s vivid blue was made even more beautiful surrounded by the moon’s light and fluttering fireflies hovering along its shoreline.
Once at it’s edge, the fifteen foot two-tailed fox lowered his powerful form into a deep stretch, arching his spine and pushing his bright carmine furry tush out a few seconds before straining forward, bowing his back. His joints gave satisfying pops, opening floodgates of relief that spread through his muscles. Sasuke touched down beside him, enfolding his dark, leathery wings to his spine until they reabsorbed seamlessly into his flesh. Devoid of his dark shirt, pants hanging low on his narrow hips, his pale skin stretched over hard muscle was particularity delicious bathed in moonlight.
He was the sleek to Naruto’s bulk, smooth and unblemished to his tan and scarred, refined to his rough.
Naruto couldn’t help but trace the hard ridges of his abdomen, the sharp v-shape teasing the top of his pants, his mind was working over time, hungering for a different heart pounding race.
“Get that gleam out of your eyes,” his mate scoffed, dropping the bag strapped to his back but giving the fox’s muzzle a affectionate pat,“we’re on a mission, dobe.”
With a soft, exasperated grunt, Naruto retracted his chakra, compressing the circulating energy to a fraction of its size and in turn, slowly shifted back into his humanoid form.
“I was just lookin,” he chuckled, voice morphing as he became a man once more, “you’re one to talk. At least I stop at just checking you out. Remember that mission to-”
“One time, two years ago and you still won’t let it go,” Sasuke muttered, fishing through his bag though his onyx eyes were fused to something else.
Cocking a cocky grin as his lover openly ogled his cock, Naruto strutted over to the tempted Uchiha, giving him a closer look at his birthday suit. No matter how shitty life was, Naruto was never too stressed for a quick romp, a consequence of his genetic predisposition to excess vitality, a hyperactive libido and a primitive longing for constant affection and skin to skin contact with members of his skulk; and considering Sasuke was the only member in it, the pale skinned vampire took on the entire brunt of the fox shifter's physical and emotional needs.
“Ya know, there’s a easy way to get me to shut up about it,” the blonde hinted, blue depths heated, sunny brows wagging, “can’t hold it over your head if we’re both guilty of it, dattebayo.”
“Hold it right there!” Sakura the cock-block shouted, landing a few feet from the horny men, hands on hips.
Naruto heaved an annoyed, mostly soundless sigh at the incoming bitching.
Warranted or not, he was never in the mood to be on the receiving end of it.
Green eyes glaring a silent threat, Sakura pointed at the long, heavy, semi-interested appendage dangling between the blonde's legs, “put it away or I’ll cut it off and feed it to my snakes,” said serpents perked up, slithering around her cranium, before dipping below the Fury's chin to hiss at his rapidly deflating cock, “you and Sasuke clearly can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourselves, and I refuse to have to listen to you two going at it like horny dogs again. I mean it, put your clothes on Naruto!”
“One time,” Sasuke reiterated, though directed it at their annoyed teammate.
A small dusting of pink stained Sasuke’s pale cheeks, much to the blonde’s amusement, as he pulled Naruto’s long sleeved mesh shirt and bright orange paints from his bag and threw them, none too gently, at the naked werefox.
“One time was enough,” Sakura gagged, before turning her glare on the brunette of the pair, “and I’m still shocked it was you and not Mr. Hornfox over here considering he spends more time trying to get in your pants than he does in his own pants.”
Though he pout-glared in her direction, Naruto couldn't really refute her statement, not that he was ashamed of the accuracy of the statement, rather, he resented not having a comeback for his forever pain in the ass.
“Hey,” he grumbled, yanking his pants on, “sex is a natural, healthy, awesome part of life, and there’s nothing wrong with-”
“Being an oversexed fox that will use any excuse to hump poor Sasuke,” she finished for him, rolling her eyes.
“So what, my mate’s hot, and I promise you, he’s not complaining. Besides, he jumps me just as much I do him, or did you already forget the reason you came flying over here cock-blockin,” he pointed out, much to Sasuke’s annoyance, “some people like sex. A lot. If you’d loosen up you might figure out why, dattebayo. You got plenty of options, you know Tenten’s been after you for years.”
“Here we go,” Sakura huffed.
“Seriously though, what gives? Everybody knows you like her, but you won’t even give her a chance.”
“I do not-”
“Your snakes go all googly eyed, some of ‘em blow kisses which I didn’t even know was thing. First time I ever saw a snake do that,” Naruto recounted to his now red faced teammate as he buttoned his pants.
“They do not-”
“You both have the hots for each other, all you gotta do is take her up on the offer, that’s up to you though. If you don’t wanna get laid that’s your choice, but why you gotta try and rain on my parade too?” complained the oversexed fox as he tugged his mesh over his head then covered the hard planes of his abdominals with a petulant yank.
“I'm not- you-” the Fury sputtered, her rosy snakes hiding their faces amongst their wiggly bodies, “why don’t you mind your own business and focus on why we’re here, or did your horny ass forget this is a really important mission that doesn’t have time for your ‘parade’?”
Reality intruded on their light banter, quelling his rabid libido like nothing else could.
“You really think I could forget?” he grumbled, mood souring. Much as he tried to forget, their dilemma never strayed far from his mind. Striving to hide his bleeding heart behind teasing, he continued on with a false smile, “anyway, don’t try and change the subject, let her take you out to dinner some time.”
“What are you her wingman or something?”
“Something like that,” he shrugged.
Honestly he just wanted to see the two happy. Sakura clearly had feelings for the woman. He suspected she had a curse that she didn’t want to burden Tenten with, a very Sasuke-ish move. Having had his fill of a reluctant, self-sacrificing love interest, Naruto was sympathetic to Tenten's plight and was sorta trying his hand at playing match maker.
Letting out a sigh, one that broadcast how done she was with the conversation, the lone Fury on Team 7 turned pensive, her emerald gaze softening, and with that sudden gentling, the mood between the trio shifted.
Naruto took in a silent breath, jaw tightening.
He knew what was coming.
“Speaking of…dinner, you guys need to eat,” she muttered, shining light on the giant blue elephant in the room, “I understand Sasuke…putting it off, but you need to eat too Naruto and I’m sure Sasuke’s been telling you that for the last three days. You’re running on fumes, it’s not healthy and with what we’re about to go up against, it’s not safe.”
She wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t know, and yes, Sasuke had been bitching at him about his lack of appetite for far longer than the last three days. Like any were-creature no matter their race, Naruto’s body needed copious amounts of meat day in and day out, and considering he loved to eat, he usually tucked away pounds and pounds of animal flesh three times a day.
Now.
There were times where even he couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten.
He just…hadn’t felt the need to eat, and when he did, the joy he normally felt stuffing his face was so fleeting it wasn’t worth the effort to hunt. He sighed, rubbing that little spot at his nape that told the world he was either embarrassed, uncomfortable or stalling for time to come up with an answer.
“Spotted a boar a mile or so back that looked pretty good, I'll back track and see if I can find it again, but it might take me a while... I’ll grab something for you while I’m hunting,” Sakura volunteered before finishing softly, “you just…worry about feeding Sasuke, alright?”
Jaw flexing, Naruto glared off into the distance, but gave a short, affirmative nod to her plan.
He wasn’t mad at her, quite the opposite.
Sakura was a rough sorta girl, a fiery, opinionated tomboy for as long as they'd known her. She was a bit mischievous and was under the mistaken impression that riling him up was her full time job. Even though he was a favorite target of hers considering he was a pretty easy mark, Sasuke wasn't excluded from her antics. Despite how difficult it was to rile the cool tempered vampire, Sakura managed to accomplish it more than most. She was the irritating big sister they had never had (or asked for), but she was also the big sister they loved, the big sister that she cared about them.
Deeply.
And it showed in moments like these, in her deliberate decision to hunt for her meal and his, far from the two lovers, giving them ample time and privacy to work through this painful process in peace. She cared enough to go out of her way to make their burdens easier to bear and he loved her to pieces for that.
He wasn’t mad at Sasuke either, never over this.
None of what was about to happen was his fault and Naruto had never once blamed him for it.
Sasuke was a victim of his lineage, just like Naruto, and Sakura, and Kiba, and Kakashi-sensei, and every other Natural that lived on this planet and had been touched by witches.
He was just…angry.
Angry at life and all it’s fucked up parts.
“I’ll be back in a while,” Sakura murmured again, unfurling her wings, “want anything in particular? I hear the bears are pretty good in this region.”
Naruto didn’t really care.
“Yeah, that sounds great, ‘ttebayo. Thanks Sakura-chan.”
He could tell from the near silent heaviness of Sasuke’s sigh he didn’t sound the least bit convincing. It was the best he could do at the moment, anxiety wouldn’t let him pretend he gave shit about eating right now. Lucky for him, Sakura didn’t make a fuss about his deadpan ‘enthusiasm’. Instead, she threw her tense teammates a meaningful look before turning and taking flight, disappearing up and over the tall treetops.
Taking a moment to fill his lungs to the brim, girding himself for the coming trial and exhaling into the dark night, Naruto finally set his determined gaze on the man he loved more than anything.
Onyx eyes watched him silently, their inky depths equally full of dread and apology.
Both emotions bothered him on a fundamental level. He couldn’t stand to see the Uchiha’s apprehension nor the guilt his vampire felt for ‘putting him through this’ as though he did this on purpose. Naruto’s distress was one of the main reasons Sasuke hadn’t told him that they were destined to be together back when they were boys, why he had tried his best to keep Naruto at arms length in some bullshit attempt at ‘protecting him’ from what awaited a life with a cursed Uchiha.
Naruto still thought that was stupid.
Sure, it fucked him now that he knew the truth, now that he was in the trenches with Sasuke, but it absolutely destroyed him thinking about the Uchiha going through this alone, and if he had to choose between never knowing his mate and suffering as he was now, he'd choose the latter without hesitation.
He'd rather they endure together than never loving each other to begin with.
“Ready?” he questioned quietly.
Sasuke grunted then reached in his bag for the illustrious silver goblet Naruto bought him on their four year anniversary. It was scratched with small dents, an elongated bowl-shape with no handles, a semi-thick stem and wide base. Cost him an arm and a leg, but it was worth every gold coin he spent. It belonged to a famous vampire witch hunter that consumed the blood of each and every one of his kills in that very cup. Cheesy as it was, that old beat up piece of history meant something to them both, it gave them strength and hope even if they themselves could never fill it with the blood of a witch.
Though, maybe that wasn’t out of reach for them if the rumors were true.
They moved closer to the water’s edge, Sasuke finding a sturdy rock to sit on.
Once settled, Sasuke silently held out the cup for his meal beneath Naruto’s outstretched arm.
Raising a finger to his arm, Naruto replaced his blunted nail with a sharp black claw and drew it’s razor edge across a vein in his wrist.
His heart grew heavy as his blood flowed.
Sasuke’s eyes were red and dilated, fangs fully extended, the scent of his blood stirring both his hunger and arousal. He swallowed several times, Adam’s apple bobbing, grip tightening around the stem of the goblet. It was hard on him, not to feed directly from Naruto’s vein, just as hard as Naruto’s battle to keep his canines to himself in the midst of passion.
They were fighting instincts so deeply ingrained within their species that it was beyond painful, beyond maddening to deny themselves the completion they both craved.
The crimson stream slowed to a trickle, Naruto pumped his fist a few times before retrieving his arm. Taking a seat a ways away from his lover, the blonde werefox licked his wound closed, watching the dark haired male with no small amount of heavy dread.
A beat of hesitation passed before the vampire lifted the goblet to his salivating mouth.
Naruto braced himself as Sasuke drank.
Each swallow was a harbinger of impending misery, a real-time countdown tracking the moments before the vampire's mystical, terminal illness caught hold and destroyed them both just a little more inside.
He knew what was coming, and he hated it.
Hated it so much his hands ached to tear through the flesh and blood of every witch that had ever breathed on this planet.
Sasuke’s curse was a slow acting death to any living being exposed to his fluids.
Saliva, semen, urine, sweat, tears, and everything in between, if it was excreted from his body it killed.
No exceptions.
Not even for his mate.
Naruto could only touch him sparingly and vice versa, and even those fleeting moments were carefully coordinated as any careless contact had the potential to kill him. Dealing with that barrier was hard enough, it sucked missing out on certain things but they tried their best to work around it as best that they could. What was harder, no impossible, to accept was the reality that this magical ailment wasn’t just limited to an external threat to those unwary of the vampire’s bodily fluids.
No.
That’d be too simple, too easy of a punishment.
Sasuke was a carrier for this horrendous curse, and yet he himself was not immune to it’s effects.
His insides were paying the price.
Gradually, day by day, his body was losing it’s ability to absorb nutrients from the blood he consumed, gaining less and less sustenance no matter how much he drank, a direct consequence of the twisted witch that cursed the Uchiha line.
Over time, the minuscule amount he was able to ingest right now would be whittled down so far that consuming any blood at all would became the equivalent of Sasuke drinking water.
Completely pointless.
From there, a slow, painful end born of starvation and the methodical death and decay of his internal organs would follow.
Internal gangrene had already started, it’d only get worse over time.
Sasuke wanted to be euthanized long before his body fell apart, Naruto wasn’t sure he could let that happen.
The thought alone was enough to tear his soul apart.
His chest constricted so hard he struggled to draw his next breath.
Fuck.
He knew he couldn’t let that happen.
If it ever came down to that, if that day ever came, he’d lose his goddamn mind.
Before the clinic, Sasuke’s nutrient absorption was just beneath fifty percent, post clinic, he was down to forty-three.
Time was running out.
Running out fast.
They had to do something. He had to do something. He couldn’t, wouldn’t allow Sasuke to just throw in the towel and accept some fucked up fate that ended their happy union before it truly began. Things were bad, seemingly hopeless even, but Naruto wasn’t a quitter, beating the odds was his specialty.
He just had to find a way to-
Sasuke jolted violently, dropping the silver container as he began to heave.
His tall stature bent double, head bowed between his spread legs as the first black glob of vomit erupted from his mouth.
Naruto closed pain filled eyes tinged furious crimson, raking a clawed hand through his messy blonde locks as the wrongness of the situation settled over his skin. His jaw flexed, sharp canines clenched tight enough to rend steel as he listened to his other half spill the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor, each wet splatter twisting his insides, every agonized grunt tearing a new hole in his aching heart.
A terrible stench filled his sensitive nostrils.
Blood.
Rot.
That despicable artificial scent of dark magic.
It made him sick.
It made him angry.
It made him feel useless as a man, as a mated man.
A mated man that could do nothing for the vampire he loved but spout fruitless hope and desperate optimism.
Here he was fighting tooth and nail for a miracle and couldn’t even do simple shit.
He couldn’t wipe the black viscus fluid from Sasuke’s leaking eyes.
He couldn’t physically comfort him through his current torment.
He couldn’t even bring himself to keep his eyes open and it fucking hurt.
It hurt him so bad inside.
No matter how many times they went through this, Naruto was gutted all over like it was the first. He couldn't stand knowing Sasuke was suffering, to see the agony lining his face, to witness his dark eyes bleeding, to watch the life sustaining fluid force it’s way back up and out of his throat.
Sitting through that nightmare was like experiencing death over and over and over again.
There was only so many times, so many ways Naruto could stand to die.
He gripped hard at his golden locks, telling himself silently that he’d find a way to save him, no matter what it took.
Ragged breathing filled the clearing long minutes later, signaling Sasuke’s body was done hemorrhaging.
He took a breath and opened his eyes, seeking out his vampire.
The cursed Uchiha sat perched on his flat rock, shaking and rummaging through his bag, his face painting a vivid picture of the pain still thrumming through his veins and squeezing his abused organ systems. His skin was dotted black on his forehead and upper chest, his eyes were rimmed in a muck so dark it rivaled the impenetrable density of a black hole. It ran from his tear-ducts like smeared mascara, tracing his pale cheeks in rivulets.
Viciously shutting down his silent pity party, locking his fear and doubt back in that little box that resided inside his mind, Naruto he moved to tend to his significant other.
“How bad?”
It was an insult to ask if he was okay, of course he wasn’t okay.
Asking for his level of suffrage acknowledged his painful episode and provided useful information.
“Didn’t lose a lung this time.”
Naruto wished he was joking but he wasn’t. Six months ago is how they learned pieces of his organs were beginning to rot and fall off.
A lack of fleshy bits floating in his vomit was a good sign.
Unable to touch him, Naruto squatted down at the edge of the inky puddle of his blood mixed with deity knew what else and blew a steady stream of fire, incinerating the fatal discharge. They couldn’t chance leaving it here in the forest for some innocent Natural or animal to be exposed to it.
Vaporizing it completely was standard protocol.
Sasuke threw in stained sheets of wet wipes, one after another as he blew his nose clean, cleared his eyes and swabbed his mouth.
He was shaking, his muscles taunt and involuntarily spasming.
They weren’t sure what the spasms meant yet.
Nothing good to be sure.
Naruto carefully took the goblet to the river, rinsed it good then refilled it with fresh water.
Handing it to Sasuke, he stepped a few feet away from the splash zone and stood by quietly as the vampire struggled through a small bird bath using a special soap from the clinic that was designed to help sanitize and theoretically neutralize a bit of the toxins, the only 'help' they'd gotten unfortunately. Sasuke ran water over his torso and scrubbed with the soap then rinsed again. Naruto made a couple trips back to the water and back, refilling the silver cup with water whenever Sasuke ran out. On the last filling, Sasuke used the new water to gargle three times, flush his eyes then washed his hands. Once both finished, he grabbed a small towel while Naruto incinerated the new puddle.
And that was it.
Feeding time was over and all that was left was the despair that hung heavy between them.
Freshly cleaned, free of muck, Sasuke stood shakily, listing sluggishly as he leaned in his space, pressing his forehead to the comfortable space between Naruto’s neck and jaw, a silent attempt to comfort the upset werefox, and yet, tormenting them both with the contact.
Torturing them with the knowledge that they couldn’t go further.
Knowing that Sasuke couldn’t sink his teeth into his flesh and feed the way he should.
That Naruto couldn’t turn and press his lips to the lips of the man he loved in a small gesture he hoped would soothe the silently starving male.
That bothered him the most, the physical limitations of their affection and everything they'd lost to them.
Naruto had never kissed his mate, had never explore the contours of his mouth, had never tasted the flavor of his tongue. Such a simple act, a normal expression of love between the two men was the same as knowingly swallowing poison that had no cure.
Sasuke's lethal bodily fluids touched every aspect of their intimacy, creating barriers and infuriating buffers.
Sex, as good as it was even with restraints, was just as impacted, if not more so than the casual touching Naruto craved. Foreplay was a short list of 'safe' activities, and they fucked with a specially designed condom personally tailored to protect them both, but it muted the sensation so much it was difficult for either of them to fully enjoy lovemaking. Skin to skin contact was extremely limited, and the few times they did touch, Naruto found it more than a little unpleasant. Sasuke kept his skin cold to avoid sweating when they were getting busy, and a single brush of his frigid flesh was enough to take Naruto right out of the mood.
The moment they finished, Sasuke headed straight for the shower, mandatory immediately post coitus.
No kissing, no cuddling, not even a nuzzle until Sasuke had been thoroughly cleaned.
Lovemaking, sadly, lacked a lot of the love part.
It felt…impersonal at times.
Disconnected.
Fucking to take the edge off rather than connecting and exploring as a bonded pair.
It left him hollowly sated, angry and so damn frustrated he needed those long minutes Sasuke took to shower to calm himself down. Naruto knew Sasuke was aware he masturbated after the made love, and he knew that it bothered him, made him feel inadequate as a lover, and that only made Naruto feel even more guilty for doing it.
His natural libido was high, it always had been, but with every unsatisfactory copulation, it was only getting worse, even with the extra jerk off session.
That was the underlying part of his horny shenanigans Sakura was ignorant of.
Naruto was starved for touch, dying for deeper contact and connection, not because he was needy or clingy, though he probably was even without all the drama, but because his instincts, his primitive core demanded it. Needed it like a plant needed sunlight, and was constantly riding him to fulfill that need.
He shifted, pressing his forehead to Sasuke’s, cerulean depths telegraphing a myriad of emotions.
The same cauldron of turmoil stared back at him.
“I love you, ‘ttebayo,” he told him, voice rougher than sandpaper, cupping the other male's hard jaw, thumb tracing the smoothness of his pale skin, “we’re gonna figure this out.”
A wry smile curled the vampire's lips.
Disbelieving and resigned, sad but bittersweet, his lover heaved a soft sigh, “whatever you say. Love you too, dobe.”
The subtle flapping of wings touched their ears.
Sasuke pulled away, reaching for his shirt.
Naruto swept a hand through his messy blonde strands just as a brown bear and chubby boar dropped from the sky, Sakura landing beside the carcasses.
“You alright?” Sakura asked peering at her teammates, emerald eyes soft with an empathy she passed between both men, though her gaze lingered on the Uchiha.
“Fine,” Sasuke grunted, retying his cloak over his long sleeved dark gray shirt.
She didn’t believe him for a second but nodded anyway, knowing that was all she'd get out of him.
“We’ll get going once Naruto eats at least half of his meal,” Sakura declared, throwing the blonde a mother hen glare.
Pouting, Naruto sought out to his other half for help.
He really, really didn’t feel like eating.
Sasuke merely raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.
Should have known he wasn’t gonna find a lifeline there.
Sasuke had told him a thousand times that he wasn’t going to help him neglect himself.
‘There’s no reason for both us to starve, dobe.’
Maybe that was what he was doing subconsciously, denying himself what Sasuke couldn’t have.
Exhaling defeat, Naruto took a squat next to the dead animal, lifted a claw and carved out his favorite parts.
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Land of Giants- Kyodaina
Naruto

Chiriku, Kyodaina’s leader, and the longest living cyclops known to Naturals, met them at the massive entrance gates.
Gates that, without a doubt, belonged to another time in history as they stood so incredibly high Naruto couldn’t tell if they truly touched the skies above or if they only appeared to. Everything about Kyodaina was super sized and in the Land of Giants, it wasn’t an aesthetic meant to impress or intimidate visitors, though, Naruto was certainly impressed. Rather, a structure created to accommodate the massive Naturals that made this land their home, although now, it was more of a reaffirmation of who they once were as a people, who they still were despite having lost their colossal statures.
Kyodaina was dug out in a deep canyon, manually widen by ancient Giants, and bracket by steep tan rocky walls.
Residential homes and busy businesses were carved into every length of the gigantic rockface, stacked upward just as high as the entrance gate. The impressive architecture had been fitted with large ‘stairways to heaven’ countless years ago after the devastating size reductions of the giants at the hands of witches. Elevators and even more staircases were currently in construction for non-flying individuals and the native giants that could no longer reach the highest parts of their town anymore.
The heart of town boasted restaurant after restaurant, food stands, butcher shops, bar-b-Que grills and even old fashion spit roast stations.
Kyodaina’s main attraction had always, and Naruto hoped, would always be it’s hearty love of meat.
Though he’d scarfed down most of the bear nearly two hours ago, was still battling his iffy appetite, the blonde felt his stomach rumble as the scent of succulent roast teased his sensitive nose.
“Welcome back, Naruto, Sasuke,” ten foot tall, booming voiced Chiriku greeted, holding out a giant hand, “and you must be Sakura.”
The one-eyed, towering man was stone faced and dressed in the traditional toga robes of the cyclops, his bald head was incredibly shiny even amongst the darkness of night. He stood surrounded by a legion of Goblins, Orcs, Ogres and fellow Giants adorned in the police regalia of fitted brown tunics and cloudy gray pants. Swords, clubs and maces were strapped to thick thighs, narrow hips and muscular backs. Most of the task force held back curious civilians, forming a large semi-circle from the gates’s wide open doors to halfway into town square.
Sakura took the offered hand with a small nod, “Sakura Haruno, it’s an honor to meet you.”
“I am honored as well, I’ve heard tales of Team 7’s feats and victories in the last zombie attack in Iwagakure. Your impressive reputation proceeds you. You’ve many fans here in Kyodaina,” he glanced at the two men, “you two especially.”
Team 7 moved their gaze around the multi-raced escort that formed a parameter between them and the hundreds of admirers crowding the gate and hovering above in a bid to get closer to the famous couple and their female teammate. They were used to the attention by now, Sasuke had long since learned to tune out fangirls and guys since he was young boy, while Naruto had learned the hard way that too much attention to the screaming fans would only drive them to seek him out more.
Now, he gave small waves and a trademark grin but kept his distance and avoided conversing.
Instead, he walked around as though he didn’t hear the screeches of, ‘Naruto-sempai!’‘You’re so handsome!’‘Marry me sempai!’
Sakura handled her fans in two ways, with serene grace or fiery temper. She was less likely to be harassed publicly, but her mailbox was always full of love letters, gifts and autograph requests.
“Uh, yeah, we get that a lot, dattebayo,” Naruto chuckled, “sorry about all this.”
Chiriku shook his head, a good natured air surrounding his tall form, “the attention is well deserved,” another, more serious energy took the places of his easy mood, “excuse my abruptness, however, I must ask you all to begin your investigation immediately. As I’m sure you know, this mission is extremely important.”
His grave demeanor infected the Konoha shinobi trio.
“Of course,” Sakura agreed, pink brows furrowed, emerald gaze sharp, “if these rumors truly have merit, the entire world is in danger.”
Their host gave a nod of his naked cranium, then gestured to a seven foot Orc standing amongst the rank of authoritative security. The pea skinned female was dressed in civilian clothing, a pretty blue dress that outlined her bulging muscles and large bust. Vivid blue hair hung over her prominent brow ridge, her pinched nose sat slightly crooked between deep set black eyes, her bottom lip and hard jaw jutted out far from her face, pushed out by the huge ivory teeth poking out.
“This is Ulr, she lives out in the woods and reported the incident. She will explain what she saw and guide you to where she experienced the encounter. Good luck.”
They set out right after, much to the fans disappointment.
Once on the path towards her home, Ulr began her tale.
“A few nights ago, there was a flash far off in the distance behind my cottage,” Ulr explained as they ran through decayed woodland, “I’ve never seen anything like it, bright orange and yellow, kinda glittery and misty, almost looked like a fallen star, but I don’t think it came from the sky, and there wasn’t any streaks behind it like normal, not that I saw. All the light was compacted, almost like a pod. I live alone out in these woods, nobody comes out this far. Kyodaina’s getting real noisy nowadays and I like the quiet. I'm used to taking care of myself out here, so I went to check it out myself and when I got to the spot the air was really strange, ya know?”
No.
They didn’t know.
“Strange how, Ulr?” Sakura prompted helpfully.
“It was all wiggly and thick. Felt like jelly on my skin.”
“Jelly…” Naruto repeated, brows crinkling.
She’d named it right, that was strange.
The Orc nodded, “but I remembered my grandpop told me stories about them witches. He said some of them could teleport. I think that’s how this one got here. Teleported from wherever it’s been hiding out, turned the air all jelly.”
Naruto dug through the small amount of info stored his brain about witches.
The Uchiha held a treasure trove of information gathered from thousands of clashes with witches in times long passed. Considering their curse was one of the most severe of amongst all Naturals, the nearly extinct Clan had made it their solemn duty to study magic users like rats in a lab and relay their finding to other Naturals before their demise. Ulr's tale linked up with what Sasuke had told him, minus the jelly, as well as a couple of the Academy’s history lessons about how ancient witches traveled.
“This is my cottage,” she pointed out as they passed by the slightly rundown dwelling, “it was back 'round here.”
They rounded the corner and pressed on to a denser patch of land.
“I didn’t find anything at the time, but I reported it to Chiriku-sama. By the time they got here the air was normal, and they gave me a look like I was crazy, but I know what I saw and what I felt and I know what my grandpop told me about witches and he’s never been wrong. It was a witch out in them woods,” she nodded emphatically, “so I started lookin for it. It don’t come out during the day much, I seen it once. At night, it’s active, real active. I saw fire in the woods but this wasn’t no normal fire, ya see, no smoke, no heat to it, but it crackled like fire. Then I started seeing the symbols made outta sticks and what not, it wasn’t younglings pulling pranks, it was the witch out there castin spells and performin’ rituals!” the big woman shuddered, “I seen it with my own eyes, it wore a cloak but I seen it had long brown hair. It hides its face with the hood though so I can't tell ya right what it looks like. Anyway, I followed it one time and it was out here snoopin around the grave site of an old Hecatoncheires. I don’t rightly know where it’s buried but Chiriku-sama does. Sent some more men out here to check it out and whatever they found had ‘em running back to report it, next thing I know I was called to escort you all out here.”
Ulr slowed as they neared a clearing, and instantly, there was an undercurrent that passed through them.
“Guess ol’ Ulr ain’t as crazy as they thought,” she crowed, hands on buxom hips, “this here is the place where the witch was poking around. Place gives me the willies though. I ain't stickin around, I’ve done my part."
"You can go back now, we'll take it from here," the Fury said.
Sighing relief, Ulr turned, throwing over shoulder, "nice meeting you all.”
“You too, Ulr, thank you for the assistance.”
“Yeah, thank you Ulr,” Naruto joined in.
Sasuke was quiet, his dark eyes gazing over the resting place of a Natural so rare nobody had seen one in several hundred years. The air around him was distinctively chilled, though, Naruto noticed it right after he’d finished puking his brains out.
Sasuke was upset, angry even.
Stoic but undeniably far more on edge than he appeared.
“Alright, you’re up Naruto,” Sakura prompted as Ulr disappeared around a bend.
Funneling a bit of chakra to his nose, the blonde vulpine shifter got down on hands and knees and tuned his sensitive nose to the forest floor. He wandered here and there, circled the ground in one area then another, and as he neared a large area where grass grew outward, he got a hit.
Drawing deep inhalations, Naruto filled his nose with the anomaly, brows crinkling as he sifted through scents.
Fertile soil.
Fresh grass.
Cartridge…bone.
He sniffed again.
Giant. Ancient.
Peeking through these earthy scents was something that didn’t belong, something gentle, faint.
A lingering scent of something light and delicate…sweet, like cinnamon.
Pheromones…female…delicious…
Saliva seeped into his mouth, nostrils flaring for another strong whiff. He drew it inside his lungs, held it in his sinuses and tasted it’s heady flavor on his tongue.
He was…enthralled, attracted to this smell, and dimly disturbed that he was.
There was no scent on this planet he loved more than Sasuke’s.
None that were even close.
That crisp, cool airy freshness, like the first day of autumn that rose from his skin, was an aphrodisiac Naruto found irresistible.
Yet here he was, snorting the natural signature of a possible witch like an addict.
As though any other scent could come in range, let alone compare to his mate’s.
This wasn’t normal.
Something was wrong here.
Even as suspicion and disgust marred his face, he drew it in again, singling it out from the others, sucking in so deep he caught a nose full of something else. He recoiled, shaking his head to clear it before scenting it out again. There was another distinguishable odor attached to her scent, barely clinging to the fragrance that made his mouth water, an unnatural collection of artificial aromas.
Ones that certainly didn’t belong.
It jolted him back to reality with the force of an Ogre punch, smacking him with a single hated word.
Witch.
He was smelling magic left over from a witch.
Magic that was clearly still active and attempting to entice him.
Reality slammed into him like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head. It wasn’t the sweet scent that held him enthralled it was the magic below it.
It had to be.
Fooling him into responding to a scent that didn’t belong to Sasuke.
This was the power of a those creatures, a power that fucked with the mind and senses of Naturals, tricksters and liars, their very scent a testament to their devious core.
They hadn’t even found the leech yet and already he’d fallen for a trap.
“It was here,” he growled to his teammates, “two days ago.”
“You’re sure?” Sasuke questioned, moving half a step closer, bright crimson shining within his onyx depths, “it’s a witch.”
Naruto had never smelled one before, but Sasuke’s curse was nearly identical to that false scented smell.
It was definitely magic.
The only creature able to wield magic was a witch.
“I’m sure,” he replied, standing and patting dirt from his orange pants, “there was an Giant bone tied to the scent, it probably dug it up to feed off of.”
Because that’s what witches did.
Fed off Naturals.
Stealing bones, carving flesh and draining blood from Naturals whether dead or alive, to use in their dark rituals and tonics, ripping apart their chakra to refuel their hated magic.
They were a crime against nature, evil butchers that enjoyed the suffering of Naturals.
History held a long, gut churning list of their depravity, their demented imprint left visible not only on the bodies of Naturals, but in the very world around. Naruto had been a bit of a sloucher in school, his attention often wandering through lessons at the Academy, but his mind always tuned in during the topic of witches. He'd sit at his desk listening, a writhing pit of rage as Iruka-sensei gravely described the horrors of witches.
How they revealed in the pain and torture of younglings, eating their hearts and reanimating their corpses, driving their parents to madness in the process.
How they enslaved even the most powerful of Natural, conducting hellish experiments and twisting their captives into nightmarish abominations.
How they annihilated the werefoxes and Uchiha vampires, and cursed those that escaped the initial culling.
As he listened and seethed, he thought of his own parents.
His pain stricken father succumbing to his lingering curse when he was four-years-old, his addle minded mother burning from the inside out, her magic-tampered chakra turned into a weapon against her, when he turned seven.
He wasn’t the only orphan with a witchcraft sob story, there were others who’d endured far worse that what he’d lived, some without a Sasuke to keep them sane.
“Can you track it?” Sasuke questioned.
Naruto gave him a once over, rubbing warmth into his skin, “yeah.”
“Let’s go,” Sakura commanded, “the sooner we find it the better.”
He stripped his shirt, tossed it to Sasuke and shifted, keeping himself compact enough to hide amongst the brush, sprouting only a single tail.
They followed the trail for nearly an hour, Sasuke and Sakura scanning the area as he followed his nose deeper into the dense vegetation.
Twenty yards from a mossy dwelling, he stopped.
Naruto cut cerulean eyes to his teammate, a near imperceptible rumble leaving his chest as he nodded his head at the cave nestled between twelve towering trees just ahead. He couldn’t smell that luscious scent anymore, but he smelled traces of the magic that was attached to it, stronger from one source.
The dark depths before them.
It was in there.
The witch.
Rerouting his chakra, Naruto pushed himself up on hind legs, giving his back paws slightly larger mass to support his bestial upper body. He left his fox head on his massive shoulders, left his torso padded with muscle, but adjusted the joints in his shoulders, elbows and wrist for better range. He spread his fore paws, manipulating each digit manually as he traded them out for more human shaped fingers, lining the thick digit with sharp black claws.
This was one of the forms that gave credence to Sakura’s teasing of him looking like a traditional werewolf.
But for his carmine fur, multiple tails, and vulpine features, he could pass for a werewolf, with ease, to his ever lasting annoyance.
Sasuke was just as prepared for combat.
His Ice Prince’s skin was painted a deep pallor, translucent enough to trace the cursed, dark wine colored blood circulating through his neon cyan veins, and radiating a snowy frost indicative of dry ice from his flesh. His strong jaw was slightly elongated to make room for his extended fangs and the extra row of canines that were no doubt poking through the gum behind his sharp teeth. His elven ears held a serrated edge from tip to lobe, peeking between the dark curtain of his shiny dark hair. The white sclera of his eyes bled black, and his pupils blazed the crimson heat of hellfire.
Next to him, Sakura had also initiated her transformed state.
Her serpentine hair was standing at full alert, weaving hypnotically atop her cranium, their hissing tongues a near silent choir. Her smooth skin held a bright sheen, glinting beneath moonlight like the sparkle of a glinting diamond. Naruto knew her toughened flesh was just as hard as the precious gem. Three-toed talons replaced her humanoid feet, and the toned muscle beneath her skin held a noticeable swell.
“Any movement?” Sasuke questioned, gazing over at the cave’s entrance.
Naruto funneled chakra to his eyes, staining them red.
The world around darked, then brightened individually.
His gaze bounced from one heat signature to another, focusing and dismissing the different warm blooded creatures scuttling across the forest floor.
Rodents.
Snakes.
He peered into the obscurity of the cave.
Nothing.
And not a natural nothing.
There was a void, a blackness sitting on top of blackness blocking him from seeing beyond the superficial.
He was certain now.
“It’s gotta be protected by magic, I can’t see anything at all, dattebayo.”
“Figures,” Sakura muttered, “we’re gonna have to go in blind then, let me scout first.”
That said, Sakura took flight, shooting up and disappearing above the treeline. Naruto took a moment to reconnect with his other half. This mission was important to them, officially the most important task they’d ever undertaken and the most dangerous.
“You gonna be able to keep it together?” Naruto asked, bending slightly to press his muzzle to his lover’s frigid skin.
“I should be asking you that,” he replied, turning his own head and leaning into the gentle contact, “you’re not exactly known for thinking things through before jumping half cocked into a shit storm, dobe.”
“This is different and you know it,” he rumbled quietly, sliding his clawed hands around the vampire’s narrow waist, “this could be our best chance to save your life, if we can catch this witch or even bring its body back to Konoha, Dr. Senju might be able to lift your curse or at least slow it down until we can figure out how to get rid of it. I hate witches, but for you, I can keep my shit together, ‘ttebayo.”
“You always exclude yourself like I’m the only one with a debilitating curse. It’s annoying,” Sasuke griped.
Naruto grunted derisively, “hardly debilitating, dad made sure of that,” Minato hadn’t met his end without ensuring his son would have a better life, a better life he hadn’t been able to extend to his own wife, “I’m not the one puking up blood everyday. I can put my curse on the back burner, you can’t. I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna go apeshit berserker the moment you see the thing.”
Every Natural was different, they all experienced pain differently, loved differently, endured emotions and trauma differently. Ten Naturals could all go through the same situation and come away with vastly different wounds.
That was the nature of life.
His Ice Prince in particular loved hard, hated deep and hurt forever, and he tended to let his strong feelings fester until they exploded in a spectacular eruption.
Naruto loved just as hard, hurt for quite a while and hated sparingly but wasn’t above forgiving; he was notorious for his own explosions too, but they lacked that undercurrent of potency created by years of festering. He’d lose his head for a while and come back to himself once he’d exhausted that negative feeling, Sasuke got swept away by the dark tide and drowned inside it’s fierce currents. Naruto understood his lover’s struggles, and resolved himself to ensure his head stayed above the water, whether that meant shooting the breeze and cracking dumb jokes when the Uchiha massacre left the vampire heartsick and unable to sleep during the day, or reminding him of what was at stake right before they entered certain danger as he was now.
Sasuke rolled his nightmarish eyes skyward, “quit nagging. I told you already, I’m fine.”
If his transformed maw could pout he would’ve, but due to his physiological constraints, Naruto settled for threatening puppy dog eyes, “I’m not nagging and you’re not fine. You’ve been stewing all day.”
That chill in the air wasn’t attributed to the weather.
The Land of Giants was pretty warm, even during winter, and yet the air barely trended towards warm whenever Sasuke was around.
He was stewing.
Before he could answer, Sakura touched down.
“Nothing fishy, let's head in.”
Sakura took lead, Sasuke the rear, together they entered.
Five paces in, a strange sensation passed through the group.
Darkness crowded, snatching their keen sight from them.
The world around vibrated with a wrongness, a displacement that had every hair on his body standing on end.
They weren’t in the cave anymore.
“This darkness isn’t natural. Naruto, can give us some light?” Sakura asked in a hushed whisper.
An abnormal request.
They were all nocturnal creatures, night vision was a birthright, and yet for the first time, they were blind in the dark.
A flick of his tail and a churn of chakra spawned a fist sized sphere of fire at its tip, just enough for them to see their hands in front of their faces. He brought the makeshift torch from back to front, letting his tail light the way.
It wasn’t long before the reached a wide chamber.
The floor was stone, the walls the same, and a strange shape was drawn on the hard ground; an eight pointed star inside a circle, but none of this is what held their attention.
No.
What held their attention was the cloaked being floating above the circle.
The witch hiding in the Land of Giants.
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I ’m enjoying this fic quite a bit, how about you guys?
It ’s allowing me to color outside the lines with my favorite characters <3
My friend Desiree14 has been reading and discussing the fic with me before it ’s posted, and believes I’d be good at the Omegaverse. I’ll admit that I’ve wanted to write my own Omegaverse fic for a while. I’ve read a few and only one was enjoyable to me. Usually when I’m let down by a fic, I try and write my own instead, so it’s been on my brain. What do you all think?
Anyway, let me know how you feel about the story? Are you enjoying the creatures? How about team 7 ’s transformed bodies? Are you intrigued by Sasuke’s curse? Is Naruto not the cutest fox ever? Are you hype for the witchy Hina confrontation next chapter? Tell me :D!
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