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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 Six
The Power of a Name

Hinata
Unknown Marshland

February 7th, 2000

Consciousness languidly unfurled within the confines of her mind, shining its insistent light beyond the hazy fog of her exhausted slumber, burning away the cobwebs clinging to her disorganized thoughts, rousing her slumbering perception, and reconnecting her to reality.
Distantly awake and aware, Hinata’s groggy senses began to feel the biting chill of her skin slowly growing more pronounced, and the lashing wind brining a sting to her goose pebbled flesh. The ache in her muscles was blooming, radiating through the delicate strength below her dermis until it encompassed the entirety of her body. Profound weakness, akin to a heavy blanket, draped over her small form, anchoring it firmly to the soft earth below.
Misery settled inside her, pushing the air from her lungs as every negative sensation hit her all at once.
Something bumped her hand.
It was small but warm, cutting through her frigid discomfort.
She blinked three times before she could raise her droopy lids and take in a small sliver of her surroundings.
Muddy dirt, gray water and a turtle staring curiously at her.
It was bigger than her head, wrinkled in that cute way only turtles were able to be. Its scales were a continuation of the landscape, dreary and dull, a grayish green that was a reflection of the soggy vegetation floating along the marsh, though its dark eyes held a vibrancy at complete odds with their environment.
She could feel it’s concern and weariness as it sluggishly bumped it’s little head at her cold fingers once more, the sensation distant but distinct enough for her to feel it’s whispered flow. She poured her own feelings of reassurance at it, hoping her false impression would take away it’s worry.
She didn’t have a natural ability to communicate verbally or telepathically with animals, nor was she well versed in the magical formula of acquiring that skill, but she was in tune with forests and all the creatures that lived within it, and sometimes, that ability could stretch, just barely, to animal energy in general. It was often hit or miss, arising randomly as it was now. She wasn’t sure why, only that some animals were special enough to forge a gateway between their emotions and hers.
Seemingly satisfied with her response, her little turtle friend went on his merry way, striding away with all the urgency and speed of a snail. Dazed, she watched him find his way back to the murky water, time seemingly speeding by despite his slow gait.
She came to herself as he submerged himself up to his little head and floated away.
Dragging her shaky body from the comfort of mud, Hinata willed her trembling limbs to cooperate. She pushed up with both hands, dragged herself to her knees and paused. Wheezing a breath, rejecting the bile in her throat and the darkness lapping at her vision, Hinata scraped the bottom of her strength for just a tiny bit more. Several moments of harsh breathing and whimpered agony passed her lips before she pushed herself again. Hefting her torso up, she placed a bare foot to the ground, barely gave it her weight only for the quivering limb to give out. She tumbled, landing heavily on her bottom, head spinning as she struggled to remain upright.
She wasn’t going to be able to stand, at least not yet.
Weaving slightly, her droopy gaze swept the area as she waited for her second wind.
She didn’t know this place, why was she…
It came to her in an instant, from the disruption of her magic culminating in a teleportation sneeze, down to the most terrifying new burden to take refuge on her slender shoulders. Up until this point, her thoughts and their accompanying burdens remained blessedly obscure in the face of physical discomfort. Where she was and why, nothing but pointless questions she didn’t have the energy to contemplate.
Now, with her mind rapidly clearing, memories reforming, the gravity of her situation swiftly sank in.
It wasn’t the hateful, malicious miasma she’d unleashed on the world that constricted her lungs and turned her stomach inside out, though it added a special place of dread in her mind.
No.
There was another disaster, a bigger one, that filled her suddenly pounding heart with cold, hard fear.
In the world of witchcraft, spirits and demons, names were the epicenter of great power. To know the identity of an entity was to hold power over that being, to shift, to define and place one into the realm of natural order, to assert ownership of an individual.
Witches, descendants, of a sort, from demons, were not exempt from this glaring weakness.
Thus, magic practitioners identified each other based on the unique aura exuding from their bodies, the source from which their magic flourished.
Hinata herself knew only one name, that of her mentor Darui, the wizard that etched the Caged Bird Seal on her forehead. If not for the seal, Hinata would never been privy to that information, but given the situation, that concession had been necessary. The only way to grant her power over the seal, to control and adjust its value at will.
Darui had no choice.
It was not so for Hinata.
A rare dual nature, Hinata classified as both Green and Cosmic Witch.
Back home, she was addressed as Forest Witch during the day, when her affinity for the forest shone bright, and Versius Witch at night, when her connection to the distant moon Versius suffused her magic essence.
No one other than herself knew the innate name that had been whispered to her subconscious at the time her mind came into ‘awareness’.
At least, until now.
Hinata struggled with the overwhelming urge to panic.
The vampire knew her name, her true name…
…and the reason why, the reason she couldn’t deny, terrified, mystified and shocked her to her absolute core.
He was…hers.
Her Fated One…
There in lay the problem.
Never had a witch’s Fated One been a Natural.
Never.
Such a thing shouldn’t be possible and yet here she was, named by a Natural who had entered her mind-scape, dream-walked to her inner sanctum and compelled her identity by his mere presence.
There was no denying the truth.
He was her Fated, her ‘mate’ as Naturals would say.
Mud caked digits brushed the puncture wounds nestled in the crook of her neck, it tapped a gentle staccato under the pads of her fingertips, thrumming far slower than her racing pulse.
That bite…
It connected them, linking them together, starting the bonding process of two Fated Ones. The vampire had no magic for her to sense their shared Destiny, she hadn’t recognized him as such until he sank his teeth in her neck, and he wouldn’t have been able to sense her either, not beneath her glamour.
It was his bite that shined a spotlight on that preordained link between them.
A chill swept her spine as the implications rocked her world anew.
Her body, her mind, would be changing and so would his, and as time wore on, they’d both bear the brunt of separation, suffering the consequences of an unfinished bond. Consequences she was sure would be nothing ever seen before considering they weren’t even the same species. They were so different in so many ways, that she didn’t even know if he could be bonded to her in the way of her people.
The coven would never accept him…
He would never accept them…
…or her.
With the way he viewed her kind, he’d as soon kill her.
If he ever learned what a mere utterance of her name on his lips could do to her magic…
Versius help her.
She dragged shaky fingers to the Kaheksakand etched into the skin between her breasts, stomach dropping as she traced the lines of the eight pointed star.
Cold to the touch, colder than she had ever felt without a steady stream of magic.
Her amulet, the tool that kept her volatile magic steady, was missing entirely, she wasn’t sure if it was a casualty of teleportation or if the miasma had snatched it clean from her neck.
Trembling fingers quested further down, confirming what she already knew. She was naked beneath the muddy paint caked to her skin, another alarming sign that she was dangerously low on magic. Her protective layers were powered passively by her magic, that she didn’t have enough to maintain life saving armor only further highlighted her dire situation and sent her anxiety skyrocketing.
She was in essence, defenseless.
There was no forest in this wetland to siphon physical energy and it would be a while before Versius’ lunar cycle was ripe for her to draw its spiritual energy…
…and as her Fated One had spat at her, no Natural would allow her to ‘leech’ off their chakra. Attempting to negotiate with a Natural to part with even a small amount of their energy, in her weakened state, would do naught but see her brutalized, arrested and executed for being…what she was.
Dark eyes and a handsome face affixed in disdain flashed through her minds eye, a ghosting pain fluttered through her as his words echoed in her ears.
…a plague, her Fated One declared.
To him, witches…her…were nothing put plagues.
She pushed away the tightness in her chest, tuning her mind to grapple with her most pertinent reality instead.
She had no other recourse to gain chakra, no way to recharge, no one to turn to.
Simply put, Hinata was in serious trouble.
She stood on shaky legs that protested her weight, drawing on iron will forged through the harsh tender years of childhood, honed further in adulthood, to stay upright. Inky violet locks stuck to her body and face. She cleared her vision with a limp hand, shoving her messy mane over her shoulder. Lilac eyes scanned the somber surroundings, searching for a suitable hiding space despite her swimming head and the uncomfortable sensation of spinning even though she was standing still. She wanted to rest so bad, to lie back down on her soft dirt mound and wait until she no longer felt seconds from fainting, but she knew, there was no time to indulge her unsteady strength, screaming joints or pounding headache.
She couldn’t stay out here in the open, exposed. She had to find shelter and pray to Versius it was enough to keep her undetected and safe.
Bare fleshed and shivering, Hinata staggered towards the sagging shrubbery in the distance.
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Naruto

Konoha

“You’re fine,” Naruto remarked, holding the small glass test tube of amber liquid up to his exasperated blue eyes, “now are you gonna drink?”
They were lying in their king sized bed, Naruto lounging naked atop the orange and black comforter, Sasuke in a pair of dark purple boxers sat beside him, monitoring kit in his lap, and a deep scowl on his face.
They’d been stewing a bit this nightfall.
Naruto had been in the mood for round two of last night’s love making only to have his lover rebuff his advances, insisting on testing his blood and heading to Tsunade’s clinic right after, essentially pumping the breaks on an early night romp, much to Naruto’s confusion. He could feel Sasuke desire pulsing in the mark on his neck, could feel the hardness of the other male’s sex throbbing against his thigh, and yet Sasuke had simply rolled from bed, slipped on boxers and grabbed his kit.
Naruto had conceded that it was unnecessarily risky to be intimate without making sure they were safe to do it, but the boxers told him Sasuke didn’t plan on a tryst even if the results were negative.
Having spent nearly his entire life with the Natural, Naruto suspected the reason behind the sudden shift.
Yesterday they were in the heat of the moment, throwing caution to the wind in favor of experiencing each other fully for the first time, now that a new dusk had arrived, Sasuke had had time to tap into that pessimistic jadedness that drove the werefox up the wall, and their witch talk certainly hadn’t helped the situation.
The more Sasuke talked about that damn dream he’d had, the more unsettled his vampire had become.
There was something in it Sasuke couldn’t remember, something ‘important’ and it was bugging the fuck out of him that he couldn’t figure out what it was.
And in turn, Sasuke’s stress was bugging the fuck out of him.
Even if Sasuke didn’t want to make love before they left, Naruto at least wanted him to eat. Tsunade’s clinic wasn’t going anywhere, he could take a minute to care for himself. They didn’t know how long Sasuke would be able to nourish himself without vomiting it back up, and the blonde wanted him as well fed as possible, rather than skipping meals because he was too wrapped up in stress. Naruto didn’t like this witch stuff either, he was the one to voice his worry first after all, but that didn’t mean he wanted it to control their lives.
“Come on, Sasuke,” he urged, taking the kit from his lap and placing it on the bedside table along with the tube, “if I can’t stress starve, neither can you, dattebayo. Fair is fair.”
A stare down ensued.
Sasuke annoyed and stubborn. Naruto’s goading, silently daring him to be a hypocrite.
Dark eyes narrowed, but he conceded, grunting, “arm. I don’t trust you.”
Naruto grinned brightly, though presented his arm as he laughed, “you know me so well.”
Was he going to use Sasuke’s aroused state against him?
Hell yeah.
Sex was the best stress reliever, the best distraction from a person’s woes.
Had the shrewed vampire sank his teeth into his neck instead of demanding his arm, Naruto absolutely would have groped and stroked his way into a horizontal tango.
Naruto knew Sasuke well too.
Stubborn as a mule, there were very few ways to sway his vampire, but Naruto knew all of those few ways.
His mind emptied abruptly as Sasuke raised his meaty forearm, swiped his tongue across a vein in his wrist and bit down.
It was better than last night.
The sharp pain of piercing fangs, the deep pulls on his pulse that reminded him of suction on another part of his anatomy, the sensation of Sasuke’s satisfaction and arousal blasting him through their mating bond. Naruto watched with heated eyes, that feeling of pride returning as Sasuke’s skin began to flush that radiant peach, broadcasting its vibrancy, its health.
He loved it.
He loved seeing him the way he’d always hoped and wished for.
Sasuke’s head lifted, their eyes meeting as he swiped his tongue over the puncture wounds, capturing the last bits of oozing fluid.
Giving him a look the blonde recognized anywhere.
Naked hunger.
“Sure we don’t have time for a quickie?” Naruto asked huskily, sliding his thumb along Sasuke’s crimson painted bottom lip.
Nostrils flaring, a glint of red parting the dark sea of his onyx gaze, Naruto knew the answer even before his Ice Prince threaded rough fingers through his messy blonde locks, dipped his head and pressed his coppery mouth to his.
Allergic to passivity, Naruto tugged him down, throwing the weight of his ever raging craving for Sasuke Uchiha into the wet lapping of his tongue, the hungry suction of his lips. Naruto’s throbbing cock was more than half mass as he slid his eager hands down narrow hips, greedy palms coasting beyond the waistline of his vampire’s boxers, searching for the twin pliant globes he loved as both men battled for control of the kiss.
Naruto had just gotten the annoying cloth pushed down far enough to wrap his fingers around the turgid flesh of Sasuke’s cock when the soft screech of their doorbell reached their ears. Funneling chakra to his nose, Naruto took a whiff in the direction of their front door as he gave a leisurely pump to the hot length in his hand, silently hoping it was an ignorable guest.
Charred cherries wafted across his nostrils.
Sakura.
“Muck,” Naruto swore, his muffled curse drawing a rumbling chuckle from the vampire still attached to his mouth.
Sasuke deepened the kiss, laving his mouth until his head spun before pulling away…
…or at least tried to.
Thoroughly aroused, painfully so, Naruto tightened his clutches on his wayward vampire, diving for an encore of their lip-lock. The Uchiha indulged him briefly, trading hot wet saliva and heady lust, sucking in a harsh breath when Naruto gave his pulsing dick a tempting squeezed. The action netting him another deep, ravenous tonging from his raven haired lover for his efforts. Awash in a raging sea of need, drowning beneath the resonating ripples of their shared connection, Naruto had all but forgotten their teammate at the door until Sasuke relinquished his lips with a resounding smack that did nothing to cool the werefox’s ardor.
“She knows we’re in here,” Sasuke remarked, his words puffed between their mouths, “let’s go, dobe. You know she’s not going to stop.”
As if to add validity to the claim, the bell rung again.
Pouting his irritation, Naruto gave three more defiant strokes to Sasuke’s hard sex, drinking in the quiet groan that passed the pale male’s throat as he swirl the hot fluid weeping from his tip with his thumb, reveling in the subtle flexing of pale muscles as he tightened his grip, growing more aroused as he viewed the intoxicating bliss that suffused his handsome face before, reluctantly, letting go with a petulant huff.
Sasuke glared at him.
Naruto merely grunted an unrepentant chuckle, only for his mirth to be cut short as ice enveloped his flushed tanned skin.
“F-f-fuckin s-s-shit, S-Sasuke,” Naruto growled, teeth chattering, wincing as his hopeful erection met a uncomfortable deflation in his lap, “you know I h-h-hate that!”
“Don’t know why you’re complaining,” Sasuke remarked, giving himself the same ‘cold shower on the fly’ treatment as he rose from the bed and headed for their closet, “it’s quicker than a shower. You’re welcome.”
The next doorbell ring came with an impatient knock.
Rolling his eyes and biting back his retort, Naruto rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, groping Sasuke as he passed by with a gray shirt.
Though he didn’t slow, the brunette threw over his shoulder, “next time, you’re getting frostbite.”
Unimpressed with the threat, Naruto washed his hands, then trekked to the closet. He ripped a sunny orange shirt from a hanger, threw it on, then searched his drawer for a pair boxers and black pants.
Sasuke was opening the door as he stepped into their living room, casually snapping together the button on his pants.
Dominated by a navy blue sectional with blood-orange pillows, a low, chocolate colored coffee table, and a brand new flat screen, their living room was a combination of the two men’s unique energy. Masculine and simplistic, it gave off ‘male-cave’ vibes, according to their female friends.
Sakura stood in their doorway dressed casually in a vibrant yellow short sleeve blouse and jean shorts. Hands on hips, snakes writing, the Fury’s attitude was fully extended.
“Figures you two had me waiting this long while you two were doing that,” she complained, taking in Sasuke’s swollen lips, and Naruto’s messy sex-fingers combed locks.
Grinning shamelessly, Naruto snarked, “you’d be just like us if, ya know, Tenten.”
Her mouth opened, a flush painted her cheeks, and Naruto knew he was in for an earful until her blazing glare lighted on the silent bystander in their exchange, still holding the door open, waiting for her to enter their abode.
“Oh my gosh, you guys finally mated,” she gasped, pulling aside Sasuke’s collar to get a better look at the twin puncture wounds gracing his skin.
They were perfectly centered, beautifully illuminated a golden hue.
She turned to Naruto next, tugging his collar, “congratulations you tw- holy crap Sasuke! Jeez, were you trying to eat him too?”
Naruto’s four puncture wounds were slightly jagged, and sloppy, deep enough for any onlooker to discern the level of passion that propelled such a messy marking. He knew his Ice Prince would forever be embarrassed by the permanent, public, announcement that smooth, suave, Sasuke Uchiha had been the one to lose his head in the heat of the moment.
“Well,” Naruto hummed, lecherous gaze sliding to the blushing, glaring vampire, “in a way he-”
“Alright, nope!” shaking her head frantically, pink serpents flying, Sakura yanked his collar back up, “don’t need a visual!”
Naruto swiped ice from his wayward mouth, laughing at both his teammates for vastly different reasons. Sasuke displeasure (and embarrassment) burned at the hasty markings etched into his neck, a lingering threat pulsating over his skin as the vampire retracted his irritated frost.
“So, when’s the wedding?” she asked, glancing from one male to the other.
They stared blankly at her.
It hadn’t even crossed their minds.
“You’re not going to get married?” she questioned, incredulous.
“We haven’t really…discussed it,” Naruto explained, admitting quietly, “we didn’t, uh, think this,” he pointed at his neck, “would ever happen.”
Marriage was the final step for a fully mated pair, considering they never expected to kiss let alone bind their souls together, nuptials had been the very last thing on their minds, if at all.
He turned a questioning look to his lover, though he felt his answer through their bond.
“When?” he asked, surprised his voice didn’t sound as emotional as he felt at the moment.
“Doesn’t matter, dobe,” he replied, his soft expression belying his words, then turned a frown on their teammate, “but we're not having a whole wedding.”
Blonde and pinkette pouted.
“Awww, why not?” Sakura whined.
“I knew you were gonna say that,” he huffed, muttering, “anti-social vamp-”
“Cut the crap, you don’t want a wedding either.”
Even though they’d never spoken about it, Sasuke knew full well how he felt about weddings. Naruto had been to two and hated the entire procession every time.
Too long, too boring, too much hassle.
Being stuffed in that uncomfortable torture suit Sasuke called a tuxedo, having to stay still and stay quiet while the minster drown on and on and on about deities knew what. Naruto was a vibrant, vocal, bundle of energy, used to constant movement and dramatic socialization. Asking him to be still and be quiet was hard, asking him to be still, be quiet and bored was impossible.
Sasuke had nearly strangled the complaining werefox halfway through both ceremonies.
“Okay, maybe you’re right, but still, we should at least celebrate somehow,” he insisted, “this wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did, dattebayo,” eyes glinting intensely, he continued, “this is…special, ya know?”
A brief pause ensued, Sasuke’s chest expanded slightly, then contracted as he said, “we can sign the papers at the court house and have a small dinner after.”
Naruto brightened, grinning at the handsome Uchiha, “that’s a great ide-”
“Surely you’re gonna let your big sister plan your dinner right?” Sakura trilled, emerald eyes pleading.
He rolled his eyes.
Here she goes.
A year older than them, Sakura loved filling the self-appointed role of acting as their ‘big sis’, annoying antics and all.
In fact, Sakura excelled at the irritating sibling troupe.
“You’re not gonna try and pull some kinda prank, are you?”
Offended, snakes hissing, Sakura glared at the blonde, “of course not, this is a really special, really important dinner. What kind of Natural do you take me for?”
“One that doesn’t know when to quit,” Sasuke grunted.
Naruto snorted a laugh as she turned the weight of her displeasure to the vampire, though she had the grace to blush, “I’ve grown and matured.”
Sasuke scuffed.
“I have!” she pressed, whirling to the other male, “tell him, Naruto.”
“Don’t put me in this!” he chuckled, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “I’m not trying to get punched and, I don’t wanna deal with a ice-ttude all night long, dattebayo.”
From the looks on their faces, he was in danger of suffering both.
Instead, Sakura rolled her eyes and released an exasperated sigh, “I promise, no tricks. I’m really happy for you two, and I want you guys to have an amazing celebration,” her voice gentled further, “you said it yourself, this wasn’t something you ever thought would happen. It deserves to be celebrated.”
Well, when she put it like that…
“Fine,” the werefox answered, “we’re trusting you to make it good.”
Sasuke nodded.
Ecstatic, Sakura spent the next ten minutes grilling them with questions, frustrating both men with the small details they didn’t give a shit about. Luckily, she caught on halfway, assured them she’d enlist their friend’s help to fill in the blanks before moving on to a different topic.
“So, what’s the cover story?” Sakura asked, then gesturing between the two men, continued, “how do we explain this to everyone?”
The reappearance of witches was a classified secret, they were going to need one hell of story to explain how Sasuke suddenly found himself in remission, and the once tragic lovers mated to each other overnight.
“Another miracle of Dr. Senju,” Sasuke supplied simply, crossing his arms over his chest, that silent confidence Naruto loved exuding from his tall frame.
Just looking at his sexy mate, very few would guess he was lying through his teeth. Sasuke’s poker face was second to none, often frustrating those attempting to sort fact from fiction using his cocky visage as a guide. Naruto always thought the look was more than attractive when it wasn’t aimed to piss him off, as was the case now.
A simple bystander observing, he couldn’t help but zero in on the slight hook to his lover’s lips, the single dark brow slightly arched over bored black eyes. Naruto’s baseline libido was set to high, but fresh from a new mating, still thrumming from their earlier make-out session, he was struggling a bit more than usual. Had they not been together for five long years, had last night been the only time he’d made love to his mate, Naruto knew he’d have thrown Sakura out and found himself back inside his Ice Prince, sweating and growling his ecstasy loud enough for all of Konoha to hear.
He expected a scolding response to his carnal hunger, for disapproval bleeding through their shared link, instead, Sasuke’s own arousal blasted his skin, stoking the heat at his groin. It was just as potent as Naruto’s…
…maybe even stronger.
They shared a telling glance.
The air between them charged.
“Focus you two,” Sakura huffed, though there was a hint of amusement and indulgence in her voice as she shook her head and remarked, “you’re definitely newly mated.”
They weren’t the first, nor would they be the last united pair to get hot and bothered just by standing in proximity of each other.
Hormones tended to rise following the exchange of physical vows.
“Anyway, I’ll spread the word,” she continued, “Dr. Senju is a legendary cursoligist and her work is incredible, it’s a plausible story.”
It was more than plausible, in fact, it was a reality. Tsunade Senju was a tried and verified miracle worker, Sasuke’s results were replicated in quite a few of her patients without the benefit of a witch.
Sakura turned a soft gaze to Sasuke, giving him a once over, “I actually came to see how you were since the whole witch biting, powder barfing thing, but I guess you’re doing just fine, all things considered.”
“Actually…” Naruto injected, giving his tawny head a scratch, “some other weird stuff happened so we’re gonna go visit the clinic again.”
Concern creased her pink brows, she looked at him then turned to Sasuke, silently demanding an explanation. So, Sasuke explained his dream, and again, Naruto could feel his mate’s deep disquiet and stress as he spoke.
“That’s…really creepy,” Sakura muttered as he finished, stroking her arms as though chilled, “it’s probably just more really…unnatural side effects from getting all dental with that thing, still, probably a good idea to let Dr. Senju know about this. Maybe she can do something about it.”
“Yeah,” Naruto agreed, though he directed his next words to his partner, “that’s what I’m thinking. I’ll admit, I was really freaked out and thinking the worse, but we should at least wait until Dr. Senju says we should stress over it.”
“You’re repeating the same words I told you, dobe,” Sasuke pointed out, unfazed by the not so subtle barb.
“Yeah, well somewhere in between talking about that dream and that damn witch, I took your advice and chilled out and you threw it out the window and went off the deep end, dattebayo.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“You wanted to skip breakfast to get to the clinic, meanwhile it doesn’t re-open for night patients until 7,” he glanced at the digital on the wall, “even if we leave now, we’ll get there thirty minutes early. You’re stressin’ Sasuke, and every time you talk about that dream it gets worse.”
“Was the dream really that bad?” Sakura asked, “I know everything else is fucked up and strange but it didn’t sound like a terrible dream. Sunlight is a nightmare for any vampire, but it didn’t hurt, you were able to walk in it without burning, wouldn’t that be, I dunno, kinda cool?”
“Sunlight wasn’t the problem,” Sasuke’s frowned, then clarified, “at least it wasn’t after I realized I wasn’t burning. It’s what I can’t remember that’s the problem.”
“How can you be stressed out about something you don’t even remember?”
Naruto had asked him the same thing, and just like earlier, Sasuke had no answer.
They said goodbye to their teammate and headed to Tsunade’s clinic shortly after.
Senju Healing and Treatment was a medium sized facility, no larger than an office building, that was rapidly outgrowing it’s humble walls. It was only ten minutes after the official opening hours and already it was packed to the brim with hopeful Naturals waiting to be examined by the world renowned cursoligist. Naruto was sure within the next six months, at the most a year, this clinic would find itself expanded into a full blown hospital.
There were just too many Naturals that needed help.
They waited in the long line to the check-in desk, speaking to acquaintances, though many kept their distance; weary of accidental contact with Sasuke’s well known curse, or possibly exposing anyone to their own. Naruto didn’t take offense to those that shied away.
It was merely the way things were, the way the more unfortunately cursed individuals were forced to exist.
Nothing personal, just really fucking sad.
They passed fifteen minutes before speaking to the gorgon behind the plexiglass window. Their explanation was brief, and instead of being given forms and told to wait like the first time they stepped foot in the clinic, surprisingly, after a quick internal phone call by the male gorgon, they were immediately called back by a nurse and ushered into an empty room.
When he pointed out the special treatment, Sasuke speculated it had to do with the fact that the Uchiha was the first Natural to come in contact with a witch in two hundreds years.
He was a special case.
“Dr. Tsunade isn’t here right now, she’s been in meetings all day,” was the first thing Shizune told them as she trotted into the room, hooves clomping against tile, “I’m not sure when she’ll be finished, but if this is an emergency, I’m sure she’ll cancel her meeting to speak with you.”
She looked a bit harried and rushed. Her flushed, slightly sweaty face indicative of her busy work schedule.
“It’s not an emergency,” Sasuke said, “at least I don’t think so.”
“Did you get a positive result?” the centaur asked, concern lighting her face.
“My results are still negative, I tested before we came. I’m having more symptoms.”
Closing the door behind her, Shizune unclipped a pen from the breast pocket of her lab coat and flipped to a fresh page in a chart with Sasuke’s name on it, “tell me exactly what happened.”
And so, Sasuke again told the story, though Naruto was glad to feel his level of stress wasn’t as high.
Maybe that had to do with the lack of panic on Shizune’s face. Tsunade’s assistant looked serious and attentive, but didn’t appear to be overly worried.
Her next words further calmed the duo.
“I’ll relay everything to Dr. Senju as soon as I can. I know this is very strange and disturbing, but I don’t believe you’re in immediate danger. Magic is a tricky thing, it messes with the natural order of the world and the results are a lot like what you’re describing.”
Relief hit him like a boulder, though Sasuke’s was more reserved.
“Continue monitoring your blood results, but I also want you record and document every single symptom, big or small, inside this journal,” she reached into a cabinet on the other side of the room, took out a small booklet and handed it to Sasuke, “write down the date and time it occurs and what you were doing before it happened. This will give us a better idea of any potential triggers, patterns or increase in intensity. As long as your symptoms are mild, you should be fine, but if something like the dust vomiting happens, come back in immediately,” she started writing again as she continued, “due to the…source of your remission, we have you prioritized,” she handed them a piece of paper, “off-hour phone numbers and Dr. Senju’s personal address in case you reach a busy line. This is only for emergencies and only during closed hours.”
Sasuke took it, folded it once and slid it into his pocket.
“I also see congratulations are in order,” Tsunade’s assistant chirped cheerfully, glancing between the puncture marks adorning each male’s neck nook.
Grinning brightly, Naruto crowed, “yep, happened last night. We’re actually planning on getting hitched soon, dattebayo.”
“I’m absolutely thrilled for you both,” her face softened, every inch of her gentle visage painted in compassion and joy so profound, Naruto knew happy endings for suffering Naturals was why she truly did this job, “if there’s anything we can do to help, we’re only a phone call or visit away. Take care you two.”
They were back on the street a few minutes later, Naruto wrapping a broad arm around the other male’s shoulders as they walked.
“Feeling better about all this?” he questioned.
Sasuke frowned, the emotions coming through their bond a bit murky and complicated. There was significant relief but it was coated in suspicion and tied tightly with thick threads of unease. Just below it all, something else stewed, some feeling neither man could put name to.
Naruto slowed them to a stop on the sidewalk, unwinding his arm in favor of sliding his palm down his lover’s arm until their fingers joined. They stood eye to eye, their towering heights nearly identical but for the negligible fraction of a centimeter edge Sasuke technically held. Passing Naturals gave them wide birth, unfazed and unbothered by the spontaneous PDA.
“Figured it wasn’t gonna be that easy.”
“Curse shit never is,” Sasuke replied, “you should know that by now.”
He did know that.
They’d both been through hell and back thanks to their gifts from witches.
“I do know that, dattebayo,” he replied, feeling every wound of the past lash his skin, “was just hoping you weren’t still feeling like you had a knife at your throat.”
He cringed at his own words, because that’s essentially what their situation was.
Sasuke, the morbid asshole, chuckled at his misstep
“Shut the hell up, you know what I was trying to say,” he leaned in, fusing their lips briefly, “nurse Shizune says you’re fine, just gotta deal with all the weird stuff,” he kissed him again, “and make sure you write it all down in your diary.”
He snorted a laugh as the annoyed vampire tapped his abdominals with a not so gentle fist, sending him staggering backwards a step. Undeterred, the tenacious werefox was back again a beat later, joining both their hands this time, his blue depths serious and determined, “seriously though, no matter what weird ass, backwards witchcraft shit pops up, we’ll find a way to kick it’s ass. We’re not gonna let anything stop us, ‘ttebayo. Long as we have each other, we can handle anything.”
Twin obsidian eyes glistening entrancingly beneath the moonlit sky, stared back at him. There was a wealth of meaning inside those shining pools, words Sasuke rarely voiced aloud, and yet Naruto heard them all the same, filling his heart with more warmth than the sun could ever hope to generate.
“Tell me something I don’t already know, dobe.”
Naruto resisted the urge to point out his track record for pessimism alongside his difficulty in understanding the importance of having faith even when things seemed bleak.
Sasuke’s glare told him their connection had already spelled it out for him.
Naruto shrugged, a bashful curl to his lips.
He couldn’t really control what emotions came through the line, at least not yet, it was brand new after all. Lucky for him, the raven haired male found his sheepish grin cute since he received a quick, indulgent peck on the lips rather than giving him the full brunt of the silent threat lurking within his onyx depths.
“You’re so goddamn annoying,” his Ice Prince muttered as he detangled and started walking again.
“You love it, quit your bitchin’,” the amused blonde replied, falling instep alongside him.
Folding his arms behind his head, Naruto glanced around, silently wondering where they were headed now.
“Courthouse,” Sasuke grunted.
He felt like his face was about to split in half if he kept smiling the way he was, but it was worth the sacrifice considering he’d never been so happy in his life, he’d never felt closer to Sasuke in his entire life, he’d never felt more hopeful in his entire life.
To think they’d went without for so goddamn long, that this was what they had been missing out on. It was as though the world around them was suddenly full of color, like they’d been living in shades of gray.
They meandered downtown, Naruto chattering non-stop, something he hadn’t noticed he’d stopped doing until an exasperated Sasuke pointed out how long it’s been since he’d had to sit through a word tsunami; and though he sighed and huffed as though his ears were bleeding, Naruto could feel the other male’s relief, his quiet satisfaction that the blonde’s happy-go-lucky, motor-mouth enthusiasm for socializing had reemerged, even if the less social vampire had to bear the brunt of it.
That had given him a moment of pause.
Sakura and even Ino had hinted at his mood changes, throwing around the D-word.
Ever upbeat, ever determined, ever optimistic Naruto Uzumaki…
Depressed…
He didn’t want that to be him. He wanted to be strong and hopeful, a pillar for Sasuke, and yet…maybe they weren’t just blowing hot air. Maybe his friends had seen something in him that he refused to acknowledge himself.
His social withdrawal.
His nasty temper.
His non-existent appetite.
The days he couldn’t stand getting out of bed…
The signs had been there.
“This is it.”
Snapped from his introspection, Naruto turned his attention to the massive collection of buildings across the freshly paved street.
Downtown Konoha was forever under construction, swapping out the old cobblestone structures of the past with concrete and sleek glass windows, adding on new ways of reaching the different floors of the towering structures. Naruto kind of missed the obsolete walls, they held precious memories of his prankster days, back when he’d terrorize the city with nothing but a red paint can and his seemingly insatiable thirst for attention.
Still, nostalgia aside, he was happy to see his home thriving.
He gazed up at the newest addition, a grin on his face.
Landing and take off slabs of concrete for winged Naturals, jutting from different segments of the sky high building, each one labeled with hanging signs indicating what department they led to.
Flight pads, this new invention was called, they were popping up everywhere.
They stood waiting for traffic to clear. Centaurs thundered by, a few packs of werewolves in their base wolf form dotting the half humanoid half horse stampede.
The light changed, melding to cheerful neon yellow, to a vibrant red that cut through the darkness, bringing traffic to a halt.
Mostly…
Naruto stepped off the curb and nearly got his foot trampled by a straggling cervitaur. He scowled at the half deer teenager as she disappeared around a corner.
She looked kind of familiar to him.
Probably one of Shikamaru’s wayward cousins he’d seen at a Nara Clan feast.
“If you keep standing in the middle of the street, you’re going to get trampled, Naruto,” Sasuke warned as he passed him in the crosswalk.
Dismissing the renegade, Naruto jogged across, stopping beside the other male.
Sasuke’s wings snapped into existence, poking through the barely visible slits of his shirt. He kept his wing span small in deference to citizens passing nearby.
“Which part are we going to?” Naruto questioned, curious baby blues coasting over signs.
“County clerk,” Sasuke replied, pointing to a sign six stories up.
Naruto nodded, then turned an adventurous grin to his lover, “meet you at the top.”
“I’m flying us up,” Sasuke contradicted.
Naruto resisted the urge to roll his eyes skyward, opting to play ignorant instead, “why? I’ve climbed bigger buildings than this.”
“Just come on,” Sasuke sighed, clearly not in the mood to play his game, “you shouldn’t still be climbing buildings anymore anyways.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s rude, dobe.”
He shrugged, “s’not illegal.”
And with that factual but flippant rebuttal, Naruto crotched and launched himself several feet up the building, latching onto a window ledge before hefting his weight and scaling the wall quickly and efficiently, using the structure grooves for leverage. He reveled in the light tension of gravity pressing against his bulk, pulse slightly elevated with the gentle hit of adrenaline and heady excitement of physical activity.
They lived in the most civilized era of Natural history, Konoha in particular a forerunner of modernization, however, no matter how structured and cultured they became, there would always be a wildness at their core.
Some more than others.
Naruto would happily admit he was more likely to rely on instinct than city ordinances.
Bestial Naturals like himself couldn’t really help it, after all.
Konoha was an understanding place, luckily, though Naruto didn’t think they really had a choice. Home to a very large population of borderline feral Naturals, not to mention the majority of the werewolf population, trying to leash instinct driven creatures with laws and regulations would be like trying to train a basilisk to be vegetarian.
Not only was it absolutely not gonna happen, but you might end up losing part of yourself in the process.
Sasuke was content to go with the flow with these new suggestions of conducting themselves as a society, often trying to wrangle in his more untamed lover, though they both knew, just like Konoha, it was a lost cause.
He reached the flight pad in less than forty-five seconds, Sasuke already poised and waiting as he climbed over the railing and launched himself to solid ground.
The raven haired vampire merely shook his head as he retracted his wings and pulled open the door.
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Hope you liked the chapter.
I quite enjoyed writing this chapter and I ’m really loving NaruSasu as a couple. They’re so cute and smexy to me.
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