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Warmth of a Cold Touch	By : ChocolateRedVelvet Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4564 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Caution: This is the writer's first draft
Rating: Adult (applies for this and future chapters)
Pairings: Naruto/Haku; Naruto/Kimimaro; Threesome
Warnings (applies to this and future chapters): m/m; slash, homoerotic, language, OOC, male pregnancy, cross-dressing, graphic sexual situations.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

They hadn't sparred or worked out.
That morning neither boy was in the mood to wake up early and brave the summer heat. Not after the evening they had, after the night they shared. Eventually they had to get up, prepare for the day, and meet those waiting to see them. Naruto grumbled with every step.
He never once wished he could go back to being the ignorant, neglected little boy he was before Mizuki changed his world and informed him of his dastardly secret. Now he was making such a wish.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes," Haku replied with a hiss and a smack to his shoulder. He grimaced and rubbed the flesh his blow landed on. Gods, he really was stronger than he appeared. "Fine," he said with a sigh. He really was not looking forward to this meeting. He knew it was important to the future of his clan. It could result in built alliances, stability, and prosperity. A lot hinged on this meeting and worse, he had to be proper as hell. He so wasn't looking forward to it.
It was more than a little overwhelming. Especially since everyone there would be older and smarter than him, and yet, he was the one in the position of power. It was unnerving and although he hated to admit it, he wished the old geezer Homura was going to be there. The man was very good at politics and hearing what others didn't say. Two things Naruto knew he was very bad at doing.
But he had Haku on his side and that was enough.
He just hoped the brunet was capable of keeping him from making a fool of himself.
Haku had been doing a great job of it so far, but he was worried his own incompetence might be more than the other teen could handle.
"Naruto-kun?"
Shit! He knew that tone.
He turned slowly and smiled at Haku. The older teen's face didn't soften. Instead his visage tightened. He became worried. "Are you unwell?"
He wondered if he could play sick and get out of this. This clan stuff was turning out to be more than he could handle. "No." If he couldn't take this, there was no way he'd ever be good enough to be Hokage. The Old Man meet with village leaders from across the Elemental Nations. If he couldn't handle this, he was screwed.
"I'll be fine, just nervous," he admitted.
Haku smiled. It was slow, sweet, and made his lower belly tighten. Naruto was strongly reminded of the kiss they shared the night before. "There is nothing to fear, Naruto-kun. They come seeking your gifts. You know what to say and do. All you have to do is wait and make a decision later."
"Yeah, true." He finished tying his robe and then stepped out of the apartment. They were meeting on the ground floor. He and Haku had been working on it since acquiring the building. They gutted the floor and were slowly transforming into a large entry room and meeting area. Although it wasn't complete, today they would be using the meeting room when they sat down with the three families and Tenten.
He glanced at the clock in the foyer. They should arrive in less than ten minutes. Gods, his stomach was rolling already. He took a deep breath and pushed it aside. His biggest worry was that he would forget the proper way to speak to these people. Fuck it! He'd wing it like he did most things if he forgot what he was supposed to say.
"Will you be all right?"
He turned back to Haku. The young man was standing in the doorway between the entrance and the meeting room. Shards of light streamed into the rooms from the open windows. The luminous beams shined down on Haku, highlighting the beautiful chocolate tones of his hair and eyes. Naruto took a chance and walked over to him, wrapped one arm around his waist to hug him. He took in the scent of his creamy skin. Citrus and spice. He guessed cinnamon and orange and pressed a small kiss to Haku's cheek. "Of course, I've got you, don't I?"
Haku blushed bright red and didn't reply. It seemed he couldn't.
Naruto almost laughed at the sight of a flushed, tongue-tied Haku. He didn't think it was possible, but apparently it was.
At that moment their guests arrive. Someone knocked on the main building's front door.
Naruto jerked slightly, caught unawares. Then he settled himself, glanced at Haku to indicate for him to open the door, and walked back to the meeting room to take his designated seat. A few moments later Haku led their guests into the room and silently gestured for them to sit.
There were exactly seven people in the group: Tenten, Gekko Hayate, the noted swordsman, and two older males who appeared to be related to him, Genma Shiranui, along with a younger brunette female who shared a startling resemblance to him, and older male relative, maybe his father.
"Welcome to my humble home. May the blessings of the land, air, water, and fire always reach you and yours," he greeted once they were all inside the room. As a group they returned the greeting.
"How can my presence be of help?" he asked. They were the words to call the meeting to a start.
One of the Hayate males spoke. "Our families have come to ask you for kindness and understanding. We seek a lasting connection between the families of Hayate and Shiranui and aid in starting one for the unnamed Tenten. I am Hideaki Hayate, this is my nephew Genko and my grandson Gekko. This," he gestured to the eldest Shiranui, "is Natsu Shiranui, the patriarch of the Shiranui family and Genma and Usagi."
It was what he expected, but to have it said so bluntly was startling.
"How can the clan of Uzumaki be of such aid," he asked through unfeeling lips. He swore they were frozen.
"We ask that you allow us to come to you with our dreams, our joys and our sorrows, and that you shelter us, protect us and be our mouth to the ears of the Hokage and the council."
"You ask a lot."
"Yes, this is true. And in return we will pay monetary, physical, and gift homage to the aiding clan, Uzumaki." Without breaking his gaze from Naruto's, Hayate reached back and accepted the package Genko held out. From its long, thin appearance it was obviously a sword.
The man unwrapped the white silk to reveal the black steel and wooden handled blade. It was magnificent. One of the finest blades Naruto had ever seen. Only the Head Cutter came close. However, though he was beginning to learn the blade, he was not experienced to know quality on sight. He turned to Haku seeking guidance. He didn't want to accept something inferior simply because it looked awesome.
One glance at the other teen's face and he knew his first impression of the sword was right. It was of fine quality and lethal. The brunet looked entranced.
"It is a chakra blade," Hayate added. "It can only be used by one family. Should Master Uzumaki take this offering, only he and his can find solace with the blade."
Naruto was surprised by that. Chakra accepting weapons were rare, but weapons that only worked with one was even more rare.
"We accept this gift," he replied and held out his hands. Carefully, Hayate repackaged the gift and presented it to him. Naruto placed the silk covered blade on the table to his left. It was a sign that the gift was greatly appreciated.
He hadn't realized just how tense he was until he did that. A lot of the tightness in his chest dissipated at the act. The families truly wanted to ally themselves with the Uzumaki. Yes, this was political, but it wasn't all for show. He could handle that. He feared that the families were gathering simply to test out their defenses, just like last night's attack was about finding out his weakness. This was not the case. No family would go through the trouble of either acquiring or making such a fine item if there were not serious. This kind of blade making was too personal for that.
Naruto decided to put tradition and his recent training aside for just one moment. "I really like this gift. The sword is awesome."
The Hayate family beamed at him, truly pleased by his statement. Still, grinning the oldest male turned to Genko and held out his hand. The younger male lifted a covered basket and placed it in the elder's arms. Then the man placed it on the table in front of Naruto. "These fruits were grown by ours hands in our meager garden. This basket is one of ten. The other nine are sealed a scroll we have placed in the basket." Then he lifted the snow-white cloth and revealed a variety of grapes, apples, and citrus fruits native to Fire. Just as the sword was exceptional so were the fruits. They were larger, fatter than any he'd ever seen in the markets. He guessed they were sweeter, juicier too.
They were the kind of fruits, that in the past, he could never have afforded with his meager savings.
Now they were a gift to show good intention.
Never before had his change in circumstance seemed so real.
"Thank you very much. We Uzumaki accept and cherish this gift." And they did. He did.
The Shiranui family presented their gifts next. The first was reams and reams of the finest cloth whether silk, leather, or suede dyed in shades of black, brown, cream, green, red, pink, gold, blue and orange. The reds, pinks, blues and oranges resonated with Naruto, as they were his and Haku's favorite colors. The family obviously took note of this. The second gift was a feast. There was no other way to describe the different appetizers, main meats, and side dishes they presented. Like the Hayate family, most of it was sealed away for later consumption, but they gave the Uzumaki three grand scrolls filled with the meals and another four for the fabric. It was clear the Shiranui family was wealthier.
Last but certainly not least was Tenten. She gave them a small tin of poisons and a small scroll with seeds sealed within it. Her secondary gift was baked goods: candies, muffins, cookies and little cakes, all made by her hands.
Naruto cherished each and every gift he received, especially since they were all gifts of the heart, things created by painstaking labor.
All the gifts were given and each of their requests made. This was the part where Naruto was supposed to take the presents and tell them that he would contact them in time to let them know what he decided. Traditionally the wait was anywhere from a week to a month. Naruto knew he wouldn't need a lot of time to come to his decision. The gifts told him plenty. Then there was what he knew from living around the village. The Hayate and Shiranui families and Tenten had always been kind to him. They didn't go out of his way to help him like The Third did, but it wasn't their place to do so.
They saw the difference between Naruto and the chakra demon. Better yet they didn't just ignore his presence or the reactions of some of the civilians to his presence. He knew, for instance, that the Hayate and Shiranui were among the ninja who refused to shop at certain locations because of the way the shop owners once treated Naruto.
"We thank you for these generous gifts and beg that you give us time to make a decision."

Sasuke wasn't sure what to think. Every thing was different. Nothing was as it seemed just last month. Naruto was a clan head. The dead last of his ninja class was the head of a new ninja clan. The same boy was stronger than him, strong enough to defeat Haku, a gifted bloodline user who easily overtook him. Now that very bloodline user was Naruto's vassal and the first member of his little clan.
And it appeared the clan was going to grow. At least in power. Two families and one orphan ninja went to see Naruto today. They asked the Uzumaki for protection and political connections in exchange for food, products, and services. The whole village was speaking of it, but in whispers. Things had shifted and Naruto, once the bane of the village was being seen in a different light. People all across Leaf were reassessing their position in the village's political hierarchy. Some families were even expressing anger on not approaching Uzumaki first. It seemed a lot of ninja families were waiting for a new clan to be named so they could gain an alliance.
The realization shamed Sasuke.
While Naruto was the youngest head of a new clan, he wasn't the youngest clan head ever. Sasuke held the distinction. He became clan head when his family was slaughtered and his brother was banished from the clan for his crimes against the bloodline.
He wondered for the first time what happened to those families who promised their lives and gifts to the Uchiha. Were they now wishing they hadn't tied themselves to his clan so they could seek out the Uzumaki?
How could he have disappointed his family so much to forget his responsibilities to his clan and those that relied upon it? He snarled and threw his backpack across the room. He'd been hiding in this little apartment, far away from his clan lands, mentally chasing after his traitor brother, but was he any better?
He hadn't spilled his parent's blood, but he'd ignored his clan and its alliances. Tarnished their name.
Sasuke took a deep breath, strode across the room and took a seat at his desk. He pulled out a sheet of paper, a pencil and started to make some plans. He needed to bring back the honor he'd lost.

"Oy, blondie. What are you doing in my neck of the woods?"
Naruto grinned widely. "Well, I got lost."
Chiko chuckled. Suddenly, there was a red yellow flame. The lighter lit up the planes of his face when he lit his cigarette. His teeth gleamed white against his warm brown put the bud to his lips and inhaled deeply before releasing thick smoke rings that slowly sailed through the air. "Twice in one week? That's got to be a record."
"What can I say? I've got a horrible sense of direction, and that is impressive," Naruto murmured just before he reached him.
Chiko flashed him a wry smile. "I remember when you could do better. Then cigs got too expensive and you stopped." He placed his lighter back in his pocket. "Still pretending to be a good little ninja."
"Yeah, but it's not pretend. I'm a damned good ninja and I'm getting better everyday."
Chiko's gaze moved to Haku. "I've heard and I have you to thank."
Naruto smiled and bumped Haku with his shoulder, silently telling the teen to respond to Chiko's comment. Since they were here on official business he knew the brunet didn't want to speak unless Naruto gave him some kind of sign.
Haku gave Chiko a low bow. "Thank you for your gracious praise, Master Chiko."
The man lifted one thick black eyebrow in surprise. Naruto understood his reaction. Haku looked more impressive than normal, and that was saying a lot considering how attractive he normally was. He was wearing a woman's silk, red plum blossom print yukata and a jade green belt. His long, thick hair was piled high upon his head. A few strands were released from the tight bun to artfully grace his pretty face. He wore no makeup. He didn't need it. His ivory skin, rose tinted cheeks and large dark brown eyes were stunning on their own.
Even the most beautiful of the Slumlands' whores couldn't compete. To have such a lovely thing show someone like Chiko respect was a little jarring. Especially, since he was a trained ninja. Each of the hidden villages had three kinds of citizens: the ninja, the civilian, and the slummers. The slummers were the impoverished and the neglected. Most couldn't access their chakra and so never became ninja. They couldn't really be considered civilians either. Most of the Leaf civilians interacted with the ninja. They sold them goods, made their wares, provided them with services. The proprietors of Ichiraku Ramen were civilians. Also, the slummers were the uncounted; they were illegal immigrants or the descendants of illegal immigrants. They hid in the shadows and survived.
Chiko was their leader. If one being literal he was the true Hokage of Leaf, as he was highest shadow in the slum.
While Naruto was a ninja, he was more shadow than anything else growing up. When he couldn't find someone to play with him when he was about five, he walked off the playground and kept going until he stumbled upon the shadows. To this day he wasn't sure how he'd ended up in the underground sector, but he knew he'd found a home in Chiko's lands. The young man had taught Naruto much of what he knew.
Unfortunately, even then Naruto had a habit of tuning out anything he didn't want to hear.
"Hey, none of this proper shit," Chiko exclaimed with a dark red blush on his cheeks. "Come, let's talk." He turned and walked away, deeper into the woods that rimmed the Leaf. These woods were between the great wall that surrounded Leaf and what most people considered the village itself. They were a protective barrier and a backup just in case Leaf experienced population growth. The eastern sector was home to the Slumlands.
They walked in companionable silence for a few minutes.
Naruto didn't pay much attention to where they were going. He already knew the way but he could feel Haku memorizing the path. He smiled when they reached their destination. There in the middle of one of Leaf's most densely packed woods was what was affectionately known as Slum City. According to Chiko, there was something like 20,000 people living in Slum City. He suspected it was more. Most were children and teens as few slummers lived long enough to make it to 25. They had that in common with ninja.
Chiko was considered an ancient at the age of 29.
He led them down Main Street. It bifurcated the little village.
The homes that lined the center street were deep and narrow. They butted one another side by side with their entrance facing the road, and were constructed from fire backed tiles and bricks. The walls were black, a result of mixing basic ink, burnt lime, and crushed oyster shells together and applying it other the plaster walls. It was very different. Most Leaf homes were painted shades of white, red, yellow, and blue as an homage to the Fire Nation and the founding clans.
The deeper inside the village, one went the less constructed were the building. in the center of the village the houses were mostly wooden with thatched roofs. The best were on the outside, the worst inside. It was a method of protection.
They stopped in front of one of the black homes. It was no different then the others, except it had a pale yellow door. Chiko knocked three times. Three fast, three slow, and five times to a certain beat.
The door opened almost immediately. A redheaded boy with pale skin and green eyes stood on the side. He grinned at them all. "Welcome!" he greeted them all and then opened the door wide for them to all enter.
They removed their shoes and left them by the door and together Naruto and Haku followed Chiko into the house and into what was obviously a meeting room. Cinnamon incense were burning and the room was brightly lit with what appeared to be a hundred candles. There was a long, slim table in the middle of the room. It had many little dishes of food upon it.
Chiko was pulling out all the stops. He appreciated the last meeting they had and wanted to present his best. This made Naruto quite happy as he liked working with Chiko, and to be honest, needed the shadows' help.
The older teen took a seat that allowed the wall to protect his back. Naruto and Haku sat across from him.
"Eat, drink, feast," Chiko told them once they were seated.
Naruto bowed his head. "We thank you for this meal and pray it is the first of many." He gave the traditional slummers reply.
Then Naruto smiled, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and an eating bowl and took a few pieces of curry chicken from the bowl nearest him. As the visitor he needed to start the meal first. He took a bite chewed slowly and then swallowed. "Delicious," he remarked.
Chiko smiled grabbed his own plate and choose among the buffet. Haku was next.
They ate in silence until they were all full and had eaten a little of each and every dish. It took half an hour. Finally, Chiko got down to business. "Master Uzumaki, I want to thank you once again for the aid you have provided and for forgiving the debts you gained."
"Uh, Master Chiko, don't thank me. I just did what was right." He still found it hard to be so proper, but he knew that this meeting was very important, more important than the morning one, so he was trying his hardest to come across as a respectful leader.
"The debt was not a little one."
"Your help is worth more," he replied. And it was, Chiko was saving them hundreds of thousands of ryo. They could easily pay the bill, but Naruto and Haku had gone too long with too little to waste the funds when a bargain would do the job.
Recently Chiko found himself in a bind. When he was ten he'd enlisted in the Fire Lord's samurai army as that was the minimum age. He was young and dedicated and rose quickly through the ranks. He learned a lot, traveled and made some money. Less than a year ago a group of samurai he served with told him about a job they could work that was fun and paid well. The Slumlands always needed funds so he accepted.
The target was one of Gato's property and it hadn't been as clean and clear and they claimed.
He'd sold the stolen item for less than a quarter of what it was actually worth and had spent the money by the time Gato's men caught up with him. He owned the Gato company $100,000, which was a lot in of itself, but to make it worse, Gato refused to let him pay back the money with cash. He wanted bodies, specifically young, attractive females. Turned out his whorehouses needed more women. Worse, Gato was only willing to pay about $10,000 per girl. He'd been holding out on paying when the billionaire ended up on the wrong side of Zabuza's blade.
Now Naruto and Haku owned this debt and were willing to wipe out the full balance if he helped them shut down at least two of the major slave trade rings that Gato started.
They had made dents in the first one. It centered on children, particularly those with chakra. Slave rings like this existed all over the Elemental Nations. After all not every "orphan" recruit became a ward of the state because of his or her parent's death. Mist's actions just made the rings flourish.
Chiko had a good network and had already used it to relay information that resulted in the closing of two slave businesses and one experimental laboratory.
"How can I help you this time?"
Naruto pulled out a thick, white envelope. It contained money and information. He slid it across the table. Chiko grabbed it and carefully pried it open. Although there was no change in his features, Naruto could see the surprise in his eyes. He wasn't expecting the money and he certainly wasn't expecting the mission.
"This is in addition to our previous agreement," Naruto explained. "I fully intend to clear the debts I now own, but I believe in paying a man for his hard work."
Chiko grinned. "This is why I love doing business with you, Uzumaki," he replied as he pocketed the funds. "So just one strand?"
Naruto glanced at Haku. This was his area of expertise. "One is enough, but more would be greatly appreciatly," the brunet clarified.
"No problem. You'll have it soon. Very soon. Now that we got the serious stuff out of the way, why don't you tell me how ninja life is really treating you, Uzumaki?

"Entering into an alliance with you was the worst idea I ever had. I should have known better when you refused to include Danzo in your schemes. He always was the more intelligent of you."
"You go too far," Koharu bit out as she took an angry step forward. "You dare to speak to me that way as though as I am your equal!"
The man's face didn't change, but the light in his eyes darkened. The sight of her anger did not cow him. It made Koharu realize just how much power she'd lost that a civilian who couldn't tell the difference between the blunt and sharp side of a kunai looked at her with no fear in his eyes.
She was livid. Not only did he not fear her, but he had the guts to bring up that traitorous one eyed bastard and claim he was smarter than her. Danzo was living in the past when ninja ruled. Now civilians outnumbered ninja and the village needed to realize that. He could bank on the ninja, but despite her previous occupation she believed the civilians were Leaf's future.
And she intended to rule over them as their leader.
"I am more than your equal. Do not forget who is your elder."
She snorted at Yuu's responsive. He was the oldest man of the Yuu family, their patriach. True he had ten years on her and was in his early seventies, but age alone did not make him her equal. Her age was far more impressive considering her previous occupation. Ninja rarely lived to see their thirties, most died in their late teens. She, the other two elders, and the Third were considered legends, not only for what they accomplished and the battles they fought, but for simply surviving this long when everyone was waiting to thrust a kunai in thier backs.
"My nephew is scheduled for death. We must prevent this."
Koharu lifted her gaze to look right at the Yuu patriach. "Prepare yourself and your familiy for his death. There is nothing to be done."
"What? You can't stop this?" he yelled.
"Once the decision is made his end is guaranteed. Only the Hokage can overthrow the decision and he won't. It would cost him too much favor."
"Then I demand that you and your forces break him out."
She laughed. She couldn't help but release the chuckle. This old civilian was demanding things of her? Who exactly did he thing he was? She wondered just how deep his delusions of grandeur went. "I will do no such thing as that would tip our hand and show it wasn't simply a civilian who went too far." Not that she really thought Danzo and Homura were so foolish as to think that. The Third maybe.
The sound of a chair leg scrapping across the floor brought her out of her thoughts. Yuu was sitting in one of the few chairs in the room. The Uchiha clan homes had been emptied of anything that was remotely blood stained. It seemed Itachi was a beast, as most of the furniture had been painted red. The jounin they hired to clean the homes still blanched at the thought of the place.
She glanced at her associate. His face was the picture of devastation. It seemed he hadn't been expecting her response.
Really sometimes sacrifices had to be made. She thought she made it clear when they first made the plan that he shouldn't choose someone he was too attached to as it might not go as planned.
He swallowed thickly. She could see his every emotion written on his face. He was truly devastated about the impending death of the younger Yuu. That and shocked. Seemed he hadn't really expected anything but succces.
He was a fool to think so.
She knew better. To win the war you had to lose some battles, sometimes purposely to let the other side believe they were gaining ground when in reality they were walking into a trap. Unfortunately the trap caught her. The assault was supposed to result in Uzumaki being harmed, hopefully crippled. She trained the civilian herself in hand to hand technique. Granted, it wasn't for long, but it should have been enough for him to seriously harm one horrible genin.
But it seemed Naruto was not as poor a ninja as he once was or she was a worse teacher.
Not that it mattered. She always expected Jun to die, despite what she told his great uncle. Even if Sarutobi got his way and the young man was imprisoned, he was still fated to die. She couldn't allow loose ends to lie around.
Even now she suspected Danzo's forces were interrogating Jun to find out just who was behind the attack and what they hoped to gain. He would learn nothing. Danzo wasn't the only one with a loyalty seal.
Still she was displeased with how things went done. The assault was supposed to result in Naruto's harm and open the gateway for a limitation on the rights granted to ninja clan heads. His fall was supposed to showcase just how hotheaded such a young clan was and that he was given too many rights. Instead now civilians can not speak on any clan issues and a clear divide between ninja and civilians was acknowledged by the Hokage and the ninja clans. The civilians lost some of their ground. While they could never talk on clan issues, she knew now, they wouldn't be allowed to speak on ninja issues period. Shikaku reminded the clan heads that they differed from civilians and shouldn't ignore that fact.
She hadn't expected to lose the battle in this manner.
"I have lost a family member due to your foolish plan. How do you expect to repair the harm my family has suffered?"
Koharu smiled. She had a few ideas and they would promote her goals.

Their plans were finally being set in motion. It was about time. Haku looked around him and couldn't help the large smile that filled his face. He was so happy and excited about what was happening now. The day after their meeting in the Slumlands Haku sent off a message from the clan asking Chiko for assistance. Less than an hour later they had a reply. It was a favorable one. Early this morning, long before the sun was set to rise, a little more than two dozen men and a few women arrived on their land to build the first official Uzumakic clan buildings. They all were experienced construction workers, most of them helping to being the Shadowlands themselves. Now they were helping Naruto and him build a dojo. The foundation was just now finished being set. As it was setting they moved onto the next project the main house.
Naruto had decided that since his clan was small and it would take a lot of time before it got as large as the Hyuuga or even the Nara, that it didn't make sense to build many houses over time. He preferred to have one large house for his family. He also loved the idea that they would all be living together as long as the house could reasonable hold them. He wanted a family home similar but much smaller than the Fire Lord's, where all twenty-seven of his children and hundred plus grandchildren lived.
They designed the house to take in the elements of the two places Naruto felt the most at home: the Slumlands and the docks. The building itself would be three stories. It was to be long and wide, having approximately six thousand square feet of livable space within. The outside would be black, the same shade of the slummers' homes, and the door and the outside fixtures were to be either bright blue, the color of Naruto's eyes, Haku insisted, or pale blue, the same shade of the water at noon when the sun hit it.
The building the workers were helping them to put up wasn't really a building per se. It was a changeable obstacle course, something that would grow with the two teens as they became more accomplished.
"Naruto-kun, may I speak to you, please?"
"Yeah, come on." Naruto stepped away from where some of his shadow clones were helping the slummers clear the land for manor house.
They walked a little distance so they were not in the way of the construction. "Okay, what's up?"
"I know we only agreed to build the dojo, but I would like to expand our places to include a clinic, specifically a nin clinic."
Naruto thought about it for a moment. He knew Haku was disturbed by the short lesson Homura gave them on healers versus medic-nins in the village. He must hate the thought of ninja being healed by someone who obviously feared them. The brunet was too sweet not to want to do something to fix the situation if it was in his power to do so.
"We'd have to file for it, and knowing how things are, we might not get permission." Things had cooled between him and the Old Man, especially after he pressed for that civilian's death. It had only been a day, but normally the Third would have stopped by or send Naruto a request to come see him to find out how he was doing after something like that. He'd done that for much smaller issues. He hadn't heard anything from the Third. That was very telling.
"If we presented the idea to both Elders Homura and Danzo?" Haku asked.
Naruto ran a hand through his hair. It would almost guarantee passage if he asked the two men for help. After all Homura helped them get the clearance for the dojo, and although he hadn't spoken to Danzo about the healer/medic-nin situation, he doubted he would be opposed. "I'll see if there is a time we could all meet up?" He grinned. "Maybe we can make it a meeting over dinner and you can make ramen again?", Naruto asked, really hoping that Haku would agree. The boy made the best food period! and he is ramen was to die for.
Haku blushed. "Maybe," he replied coyly.
"Whoohoo!" He strode forward and kissed Haku's cheek. The blushed doubled in intensity. He considered the teen before him. "You sure about this, Haku. This is a lot on you. We already agreed to open up a free dojo and school for orphans and slummers, now you want to open up a nin clinic and school too? Isn't that too much?"
He shook his head. "No, I will have help. Tenten, Gemna and Genko have already agreed to help out at the dojo when they are free. While the clinic will be pretty much just me, I propose we start small. Only heal those in the clan, you and me, and our vassal families, Tenten, the Shiranui and the Hayate. They are smaller families and are strong so they will not need my help very much. For the school, I will not have more than five students initially."
He paused and brushed something none existent off his sleeve. "Plus, I have considered the fact that not all of the children we train will be interested in heavy combat. Medic-nin specialty might be more appealing. And we need them."
"Wow! You've been really thinking about this, huh?"
"Yes, Naruto-kun."
"Fine, Haku. I will set something up with the old gezzers." He paused and flashed Haku a wicked grin. "Or you could just send a note to your contact in the Fire Court and have him mention the idea to the Fire Court Judges like he did my clan status and bypass the Old Man."
"Are you mocking me?" Haku asked, hands on his hips, a scowl on his face.
Naruto bite his lip to hold back the laugh. "No, I wouldn't think of it."
"You better not or I just might forget how to contact Umi the next time we need help."

"Any luck?"
Sakura lowered the brush she was running through her long pink hair and glanced at the girl beside her. Ritsuko was applying eye makeup at the moment, highlighting the golden shade of her eyes. "With what?" Sakura needed her to clarify what she was asking.
Ritsuko turned and fully regarded her, one black eyebrow lifted. "Any luck with the last Uchiha?" She smiled and leaned forward. "After all you guys went on that trip together and now you've been training a lot. You must have gotten close by now."
Sakura blushed. How she wished her friend was right and she was closer to Sasuke, but she felt that the trip had pushed her back. It seemed he resented her chakra control. Then there was the whole Haku situation and his defeat at the brunet's hands. Sasuke hadn't taken that well. She understood why. He was so naturally talented, the best at everything and that was to be expected, after all he was an Uchiha. Then to have someone like Haku defeat him in battle, well, that was a smack in the face. To make matters worse, Naruto was strong enough to do something Sasuke couldn't do. He defeated Haku.
Now this. Naruto was a clan head.
How? Why? It seemed her whole world had turned upside down. How could be the Third be so foolish as to let Naruto start a clan when the blonde wasn't even good enough to marry into a clan. After all who wanted to join Uzumaki in anything.
"Of course," she lied to her friend. No way was she going to admit that now Sasuke didn't even look at her. She expected their relationship to, well, actually become more of an actual relationship. While she wanted his heart, she knew it would take time to get it. She was dedicated and willing to put in the time and effort to show him that she understood him, how badly his clan's demise hurt him, and was willing to wait until he was ready for a real relationship. Still, she expected that being his teammate would give her to change to become his friend. After all, the best marriages were those that started between friends.
However, it seemed getting on his teammate things worse. When they were in the academy he used to sneer at her whenever she called him, but now he didn't even do that. How the mighty fall. Not that she had any intention of letting her friends now that. "He calls me Sakura-chan now, and just the other day he brought me lunch."
Umeko squealed. "You are so lucky." She sighed. "I wish I could get Neji-sama to bring me lunch, even a snack would make me happy."
Sakura grinned maliciously, smelling blood in the water. Seemed she wasn't the only having trouble with her crush. "So, having trouble with him?"
"Yes, but I have made progress." She paused dramatically. "Just the other day I was walking in the area, you know, where the Hyuuga clan is housed, and tripped. But I never fell. Neji caught me." She closed her eyes and a slow, deep sigh passed her lips. "He is so good looking up close and strong, really those arms were very muscled. If Sasuke is half the man Neji is, I don't know how you get any missions done. I would spend the whole time staring at him."
Sakura bit her lip and futilely tried to hold back the jealously she felt. Neji touched her, held her in his arms. Sasuke was her teammate, yet she knew him well enough to understand that he would never hold her in his arms, even if she was injured. He abhored the very thought of touching her.
Ritsuko huffed and Sakura allowed herself to be pulled from her down thoughts. "What's wrong?"
She pouted. "I haven't made any progress on my guy and I'm starting to wonder if I ever will."
Sakura laughed. She couldn't help it. "I told you Shikamaru was a lost cause. If breathing wasn't automatic, he would find it troublesome," she said, making sure to use air quotes on the last word. Shikamaru really was the laziest person she'd ever met and considering just how bad her older brother was said something. He sometimes found it hard to take a shower.
"You may be right, which is why I decided to move on."
She brightened. "On do tell?" She wondered if Ritsuko settled on Kiba or Choji or even Shino. Maybe even one of the civilian teens who lived in the area, but she found that unlikely. Ritsuko was the smartest and most romantic out of them all and nothing was more romantic than a ninja, expect maybe a samurai. Too bad there weren't any samurai her age around. They were trained to be gentlemanly, not like ninja. Not like Sasuke.
Ritsuko grinned. "Well, it occurred to me that I should stop limiting myself. I mean why should I just accept being the latest lady of a clan when I can become the first."
"Huh?"
Sakura understood her friend's confusion. What was Ritsuko talking about? All of the Konoha clans had a long history. There was no way she was going to be the first lady of any clan unless... "Naruto?" she asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes. Everyone knows who the First's wife is, then there is the original lady Sarutobi, Hyuuga, and Uchiha. I wouldn't mind going down in history," she replied with a deviously demure smile.
"But Naruto?" Sakura asked, still surprised by her girlfriend's target, even if she had explained things. Ritsuko was up until last month, when she last saw her, the biggest Naruto haters she knew in their group. She loathed the blond, was always bringing back stories her mother and her friends told, that she overheard. For her to change her mind and in so little time...
"Just because he's a clan head? A clan of two? Does your mom know about your new interest?" She asked, knowing the woman must not know, as she hated Naruto more than anyone Sakura knew. She was always calling him a demon child. Her mother didn't like the woman because of that. When Sakura asked why, she replied that the woman couldn't let go of the past or see straight. Thankfully, though her mother didn't mind if she hung out with Ritsuko, even if it was at her house. Her mom knew some of the town's most scandalous secrets.
She shook her head, pity clear on her face. "Sakura, Sakura, Sakura," she asked. "Don't tell me you haven't realized that makes all the difference. Plus, my mom says every man is trainable. I could easily straighten him out."
Sakura snorted. "Train? Naruto? Seriously." The boy was as hard headed as they came. Sakura almost felt pity for her friend. Almost.
When the other girl continued to simply look at her, Sakura shook her head. "He's my teammate. No, just no! I don't care if he's the head of a clan of a hundred. It's still Naruto. I'd rather marry Choji."

Kimimaro slowly lifted his chopsticks to his mouth. The meal was delicious and time was not an issue. He planned to take his time to indulge in his food, as it was absolute perfection, straddling the line between sweet and spicy. He rarely got the chance to do so as life as a shinobi, even a sick one, was fast paced. He wasn't on a mission and Orichimaru wasn't expecting him back for several hours.
"The price has changed."
He stared at his companion for a moment and considered if he even wanted to bother arguing with him. He decided he needed more information before making a decision. "How so?"
The man grinned, flashing white teeth that gleamed against the dark tone of his warm brown skin. "It seems despite your best intentions, you've gained an admirer. I need a lock of your hair."
"My hair?" he questioned dully. It was the most unusual request he ever received. Kimimaro was not blind, nor foolish. He was aware that his unusual coloring garnered more attention than his bloodline as his abilities were rarely showcased and those that witnessed it didn't live to tell. He knew there were men and women who loved fair skinned and haired males; still a request for a lock of his hair was new.
He was normally asked to spend a night or two with an admirer.
Master Orichimaru was not above whoring out his ninja to gain an advantage.
"Just the hair?"
"Of course not. A lock, a thick lock, and half the amount of spun silk."
Kimimaro mentally shrugged. "Why does he want my hair?"
"What makes you think the person is a man? Attract that kind do you? Actually it's a woman, civilian. My guess is she wants to sniff it periodically."
Kimimaro mentally sighed. He always attracted the freaks. "Fine. I will provide both, but first I demand my information."
The man leaned forward. "Normally, I would wait for payment, but I trust you. After all you've been good for it the last couple of times." Then he slid a thin, black envelope across the table. "I believe you will have fun with this one. He employs chunin and even some jounin level ninja for protection so you might actually break a sweat."
Kimimaro almost smiled at that. Almost. Finally, a chance to really take out the trash.

Well, there it is. Hope you enjoyed it. Really wanted to show how Naruto's new status changes the way he is viewed. I think its realistic as Sasuke and Sakura, as his teammates, must have thought about the change.
Just want to thank each and every person who review, rated, added my fic to their watchlist or even *gasp* added me to their watch and favorites list. Each time you guys do you inspire me to write just a little more.
On another note, thanks to all those who sent well wishes for my exam. I passed the NY State Bar exam!
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