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Disillusion	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 18990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter Zero
- 2-Chapter One
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A/N:
By the sheer scope of what I’m aiming to accomplish, this story is most probably my most ambitious creation to date. The product of a lot of brainstorming, a painstaking amount of planning, and a lot of love, I’m very, very pleased to present you with this story.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy what is to come.
D i s i l l u s i o n
Chapter Zero
July 24th — 13AM
He stared at the ceiling of his apartment.
It was dim in his room, almost dark really, and that was despite it being about noon. His curtains were drawn, his lights turned off—he laid in his bed, a somber look on his face. The young man’s expression twisted and turned as the seconds ticked by; every moment that passed prompted an internal struggle.
His ordinarily excellent sense of time was failing him—he could twist his head, look at the clock, and see that yes, it was indeed noon. Yet how long he had been laying there? Minutes, seconds, hours? It certainly felt like a lifetime, trapped in the catacombs of silence that engulfed his bedroom.
In spite of all that, he couldn’t bring himself to move.
He stayed there, still and rigid, staring at the ceiling.
Thud, thud, thud.
At first, he didn’t register it; three sharp knocks on the door to his apartment, audible even though he was tucked away inside of his room.
Thud, thud, thud.
Now, it was impossible to ignore.
Young Uchiha Sasuke frowned as another round of bangs hammered against his door.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Oi, Sasuke, open up!”
That voice was as distinctive as it was annoying, and Sasuke cringed, turning onto his side.
If it was quite literally anyone else, he probably wouldn’t have even bothered getting up to answer the door. Even if he had done that much, it likely would have been to tell them off and proceed to slam the door right in their face anyway.
Unfortunately for him, she always managed to be the exception.
He eased himself out of bed, blinking and shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Long days of arduous travel always took their toll—as he stepped into the hall, his overworked muscles protested. All the while, the loud thumping at the door hadn’t ceased for a moment, only further intensifying Sasuke’s scowl.
The interior was spartan, as one might expect from him. Aside from the essentials, there wasn’t much else noteworthy to speak of. A couch, a bookshelf, a small dining table. Pictures and decorations were nonexistent, a sad state of affairs, though to be frank Sasuke couldn’t have cared less.
Not that it wasn’t a nice place. The floors were smooth and polished, made out of pleasing hardwood that creaked beneath his toes. Everything was very well kept, there wasn’t any stains on the floor or a thing out of place. It was just, well, bland, and not welcoming at all.
Sasuke scratched his head, half-tempted to ignore the constant thumping and see if he could forage for anything to eat for breakfast. But, he knew that given enough time, she’d probably kick the door in, and he had no intention of replacing it. Again.
He bit his tongue and made for the door.
Sasuke pulled it open mid-knock and she nearly toppled right in. After a moment of obvious disorientation, she straightened up, and flashed him a grin brighter than any he’d ever seen.
“What are you making all that noise for?” Sasuke asked, leaning against the door frame.
His eccentric, self-proclaimed best friend smiled at him. “What’s the point in being quiet?” Uzumaki Naruko said, a twinkle in her big, blue eyes. “You always get up faster if I’m being loud.”
She tapped him fondly on the shoulder, and stepped past him. Her gaze scanned the interior of his apartment disapprovingly—she had never been a fan of his dull place, and often tried to spice it up with plants or vases. He usually didn’t notice them for a few days, but when he did, he left it on her doorstep with a strongly worded note.
Naruko sighed. “Anyway,” she said, whirling around to face him, blonde hair nearly smacking him on the chin. “Happy birthday, ya idiot!”
He frowned. “Thanks,” he said in a delayed manner.
Sasuke closed the door and relocked it, turning around to see that Naruko was already making herself at thome. She was already on the couch, feet kicked up onto the coffee table, hands behind her head and a relaxed expression on her face.
“That must have been a rough mission,” Naruko said to him. “You were supposed to be back three days ago! Hell, Sakura-chan and I were up until like one in the morning, hoping you’d come home so we could celebrate.” She shook her head gently. “You must have gotten in either super late or super early, huh?”
“I can’t remember when I got in,” he told her, running a hand through his black hair. “It was dark, so probably late. I fell asleep as soon as I got home.” Sasuke sat down on the couch beside her, leaning all the way back so that his head was sinking into the plush material. “I ran into complications and had to spend time tying up loose ends, otherwise they probably would have had to send me back out there.” He looked at her. “I was trying to get home in time… but I think I lost track of the days. I thought my birthday was tomorrow and that I was going to be on time.”
Expecting an apology from him was silly, but Naruko could see it in his eyes that he really had tried to make it home in time for his impromptu birthday celebration, even if he hated them.
She grinned from ear-to-ear. “Oh hush, you know I didn’t come here to hear you make excuses.” Naruko socked him playfully on the arm. “I’m not mad at you. Next year, though, don’t even think about going on a mission when you’ve only got a week to go before your birthday.”
He rolled his eyes. “Okay,” he said. “I think I can manage that much.”
They leaned back, allowing a beat of silence. Sasuke chewed the inside of his cheek, internal thoughts overtaking his psyche; Naruko cracked her knuckles, staring at her toes and wondering if she should paint them.
She was dressed casual: a pair of beige shorts and an orange t-shirt, with her long blonde hair twisted into twin pigtails that hung on either side of her head. It was hot, even in the air conditioned apartment, and a bead of sweat was on her temple. Probably from the morning workout she always did before she left home.
Sasuke comparatively was in a pair of slacks and a black shirt. Nothing fancy—it was an off day for both of them, and neither were dressed to impress anyway.
Naruko thumped her feet on the floor, scrutinizing him, those piercing eyes staring at him and reading into his every movement. He tried to keep his expression blank, but it was to no avail.
“Why do you look like you bit into something sour?” Naruko asked, coiling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.
“I’m fine,” Sasuke insisted. Her expression proved disbelieving, and in vain, he tried to come up with an excuse. “I’m just a little tired from my mission.”
She laughed slightly. “You know, Sasuke, you’re really easy to read.”
“What?” He bit his tongue.
Naruko snickered—with one of her pig-tails, she playfully swatted him on the shoulder. “You only start making excuses when you’re obviously full of shit,” she told him in a teasing tone. “So stop playing games and go ahead and spit it out. You know for a fact that you can tell me anything.”
He sighed. “There’s no point in telling you when there’s nothing I can do anyway. If I’d have known a year ago, maybe, but-”
“Just tell me, Sasuke.” Naruko rolled her eyes.
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair.
“Well, apparently I wasn’t actually the head of the Uchiha clan until yesterday,” he said. “The Third Hokage made it so that the clan head position was in stasis until my twentieth birthday.”
“Why does that have you in a bad mood?” she questioned. “That’s good, right?”
“Of course, but…”
Sasuke closed his eyes, hands on his thighs. He chewed the inside of his cheek.
“Kakashi told me that there’s a law in place, written a long time ago. It’s what happened to the Senju. You know how the former Hokage, Tsunade, never signed anything with the Senju name or crest?”
Naruko blinked. “She’s a Senju?”
“She’s the First Hokage’s granddaughter, Naruko. Of course she’s a Senju… technically.”
“Why do you say technically?”
He rested his head in his palms, averting his gaze from her.
“The law says that when a clan falls below five members, that said clan has approximately fifteen years to bring those numbers up, or else they’re not an official clan of Konoha any longer. There’s no exceptions—not even for the Senju.” A pause. “Or the Uchiha.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Naruko blinked. “You’re saying that-”
“Yeah,” he said. “In a little over two years, unless I somehow find four Uchihas under a rock somewhere, my clan won’t exist anymore. Not according to Konoha, that is.” He hung his head. “It’s what happened to the Senju. And apparently it’s what’s going to happen to the Uchiha, too.”
Naruko sat up, looking concerned.
“Oh, come on, Sasuke!” she said. “You can’t give up that easily!”
“I’m the only Uchiha, Naruko,” he said, looking at her with a sad look in his eyes. “Even if I found a wife tomorrow and she gave birth nine months from now, then again nine months later, and got pregnant the day after that, we wouldn’t be able to have enough Uchihas within two years to stop it from happening.”
He buried his head into his hands. For a moment she hesitated, then put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“This is exactly what Itachi wouldn’t have wanted,” Sasuke murmured, voice muffled. “I was supposed to rehabilitate the clan, not sign its death warrant.”
Naruko bit her lip, running her hand back and forth against his shoulder. Her fingers clenched into a ball at her side.
“We’ll find a way, Sasuke,” she said quietly, resting her head against him. “I promise that we’ll find a way. Your clan isn’t going anywhere.”
There was a somber look on her face, and when he raised his head, Naruko retracted back and gave him the personal space she knew that he needed. His clan was near and dear to his heart—the idea of failing them, of making it so that their legacy would be forever wiped from the books of Konoha… it must be soul crushing for him.
“Do you want to be left alone, Sasuke?” she asked quietly.
Sasuke looked at her, his face expressionless.
“Yeah,” he said, after a moment.
“Can I come back tomorrow?”
“... sure,” he muttered, putting his head back down.
“We’ll find a way, okay?” Naruko pushed strands of curly blonde hair out of her eyes, blinking rapidly and taking a deep breath to keep her emotions contained. “Come on—say it back to me. We’ll find a way.”
“You can’t know that,” was all he said.
Naruko leaned over, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “But I can,” she told him. She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and he tensed up. “I’ll be back tomorrow, and we’ll start coming up with a solution. See you then, Sasuke. I love you—you know that, right?”
Sasuke turned his head away. His demeanor was one of defeat; something she hated to see in someone that she knew had more fight than anyone she knew, even herself.
She smiled. “We’ll find a way,” Naruko murmured. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sasuke.”
“Goodbye, Naruko.”
She burst into the office without knocking, though Kakashi didn’t look surprised when he looked up from his paperwork.
“Good afternoon to you, too,” Kakashi said. “How is my cute little student?”
Stopping right before the desk, Naruko pointed an accusing finger at him.
Kakashi stared blankly back.
“Kakashi-sensei, what the hell?!” she started. “Why would you tell Sasuke that his clan is gonna stop existing in two years?”
He sighed, and the answer he gave sounded almost rehearsed. “I had to tell him, because if I didn’t, then he would find out in two years when I would have to officially strip him of his place as the Uchiha clan head.” A pause. “Or worse, if the time comes by then, you would have to do it,” Kakashi added.
“I wouldn’t do it, I wouldn’t even-” Naruko grit her teeth, folding her arms over her chest. “I’d repeal that goddamn law. Or write a new one, or do something! Come on… you know how much the clan means to him! You can’t make an exception?”
He looked her square in the eyes, and the emotion in his was palpable.
“You know that I looked into it, and tried to find a loophole, any loophole,” Kakashi said. “You know that I did that much for Sasuke. But short of just saying that the law doesn’t matter and making an exception for Sasuke and only Sasuke, there’s nothing I can do.”
“We can’t just have the law repealed?”
“It’s one of the coded laws,” Kakashi said.
Naruko tapped a finger against her chin. “That sounds familiar.”
“If you’d been reading the books I’ve been giving you to study, you would know what I mean,” he told her. “The coded laws are the ones that the Second Hokage put in place at the beginning of his reign in an effort to ensure long term stability in the village. A unanimous decision by the clan council during his reign made it that every one of the coded laws were irreversible. Short of overthrowing a hundred years of tradition, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”
“We can’t just make an exception for Sasuke?”
“If they wouldn’t make an exception for the Senju—which, even twenty years ago was still one of the most revered and respected clans in the village—then there’s no way the council would make one for the Uchiha,” Kakashi said simply. “My hands are tied, Naruko; I’m sorry.”
“Damn it,” Naruko swore, kicking the desk hard enough to send a stack of papers careening to the floor. “Damn it!” She leaned down to pick it up, but Kakashi swatted her away.
“Look—I did my part,” Kakashi said, bending down and picking up the parchment she had toppled over across the office floor. He stacked them up neatly, tapped them against the desk to make sure they were symmetrical, and then set them back down. “I knew that Sasuke would tell you first out of anyone. If anyone can find a way to make sure the Uchiha clan survives, it’s you, Naruko.”
Kakashi smiled at her, or at least it seemed that way—the mask made it hard to tell.
“Good luck.”
She sighed.
“Thanks,” Naruko said. “I’m gonna need it, aren’t I?”
He put an elbow on the desk, resting his head against his hand. “The only way to stop the Uchiha clan from being dissolved is making Sasuke of all people get married and have three kids in the next two years,” Kakashi said. “Ignoring the fact that it’s impossible unless he gets lucky enough for triplets or twins… it’s Sasuke. I’ve never even seen him look sideways at a woman.”
Naruko scowled. “I hate you,” she said. “For reminding me of just how much of a pain in the ass this is going to be.”
“You’re welcome,” Kakashi said. “Now shoo—you’ve interrupted my work long enough.”
“Yeah yeah, love you too, Kakashi-sensei,” Naruko said, turning her back to him.
He smiled. “Have fun!”
She slipped out through the door, not even closing it behind her. Kakashi sighed, and leaned back in his chair, wondering just how in the world his student would manage to overcome the daunting task in front of her.
July 25th - 13AM
Normally she afforded him some small bit of privacy by pounding on his door until he gave in and let her inside. Today though, Naruko had a feeling that he wouldn’t be privy to opening the door for her.
How would she get inside? A spare key, a careful application of expert lock-picking?
Or, you know, she could just jimmy the lock on one of his windows and slip inside that way. Sure, it was technically breaking and entering, but she was sure he would be fine.
“Sasuke?” she called into the emptiness of the apartment. “Where are you?”
She could feel his chakra pulsing, a powerful, comforting signature that was always in the back of her mind. Naruko tiptoed into the hall that lead to his bedroom; peering through the open door, she saw a still figure in his bed.
Naruko shook her head, flicking on the light.
“It’s like one in the afternoon,” Naruko said. “Why are you still in bed?”
“I was up earlier,” Sasuke muttered, turning over in the sheets and shooting her a glare. “How did you get in?”
She threw her palms up. “Magic,” she said, grinning.
He sighed. Sitting up, he twisted around, planting his feet firmly on the floor. “What do you want, Naruko?” he asked.
Naruko looked at him, biting her lip.
“You’ve really just given up, haven’t you?” she said in a disappointed tone.
“No.” His glare intensified. “I would never give up on my clan. But-” He sighed again, shaking his head. “I can’t see a solution that would be realistic.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Well, let me start by helping you out,” Naruko said.
“Helping me out?”
The young blonde grinned.
“I’ll marry ya, Sasuke,” Naruko said, her big blue eyes honest and warm. “Now you’ve only gotta get three more Uchihas one way or another.”
He stared at her, stunned.
“Naruko… that’s ridiculous,” he said. “You’re not going to marry me.”
“Ha! As if you could stop me,” Naruko told him. “If it takes becoming Hokage tomorrow and signing the papers myself, and trust me, I can forge your signature, then I’ll do it.”
Sasuke frowned. “How am I supposed to just ‘get’ three more Uchihas then?” he muttered. “There’s a flaw in your plan.”
“Well, we can start by getting me pregnant,” she said.
He stared at her.
“I’m kidding.” Naruko grinned at him. “But come on, you know you could find some poor girl to have your baby. Is there some secret clause in the law that says that the five members of the clan have to be born in wedlock? No, there isn’t, ‘cuz I looked up the law myself and all it says is that you need five people with the Uchiha name. First we have you, then me after we get married, and if you get some girl pregnant than that’ll be a third one, and then if you get that girl pregnant again it’ll be four, but you will have to find another girl to get pregnant to reach five, so maybe this is gonna be kind of tough, but I mean, we’ll find a way!”
She kept going, but Sasuke wasn’t paying attention.
He was staring at her, all big blue eyes and a wide smile. Her expression was warm, inviting, completely understanding of his problem; there were dark circles under her eyes, had she even gone to sleep? Or had she stayed up all night coming up with a solution to his problem?
This was the depths she was willing to go to help him. Literally flat out telling him that they would get married just to add another body to the clan in order to keep it an entity. That was how far she would go for him.
Maybe it hadn’t truly clicked in his head until now, but God, was he lucky to have someone like her as a friend.
But there was a problem with her ideas.
“Naruko,” he said, cutting her off, maybe a little rudely, but he didn’t want her to get carried away. “There’s a problem with your plan.”
“Which is?” She looked almost offended that he could possibly have a problem with her plan. “I stayed up all night coming up with it, so you’d better have something smart to say!”
“I’m not going to get some random woman pregnant,” Sasuke murmured. “That’s just not how I operate.”
Naruko sighed. “I was worried you would say something like that. Okay, well, worst case scenario I guess you can get me pregnant, but-”
“Naruko,” he said again, in a lower tone this time. “Just stop; none of that is going to happen.”
“Why?” Naruko said, folding her hands under her bosom. “Are you gay?”
“Naruko, I’m not gay,” he said.
“There’s no problem with being gay,” she said. “Sai’s gay and none of us have an issue with it.”
“You just think he’s gay because he didn’t fall for your stupid sexy jutsu.” Sasuke shook his head. “And I know there’s no problem if I was gay, but there’s your problem: I’m not.”
“Okay, well, if you’re not gay, then what’s the problem? Just find some random girl you’re attracted to and knock her up, easy peasy. Or hell, like I said, worst case scenario you can get me pregnant!” She pressed a finger into her rather ample chest. “Am I not attractive enough for you, Sasuke?”
“That’s not-”
“I mean, are you asexual?”
“No, I’m not-”
“I mean, maybe you just think I’m ugly. Is that why my sexy jutsu never worked on you?”
“I never said-”
Naruko frowned. “You know what? The only way you’re gonna keep your clan is if you’re actually capable of knocking a girl up. You can do that, right?”
“Yes, Naruko, I could get a girl pregnant if I wanted to,” he said.
“Prove it.”
“What?” Sasuke frowned. “What do you mean-”
“Oh, come on, Sasuke,” Naruko said. “We’ve fought each other, bled for each other, cried for each other, well mostly me doing the crying but you get the point. Just whip it out and let me get a look.”
“I’m not doing that,” he said plainly.
“Why not? Scared?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek, his brow furrowed. “I’m not scared,” he said. “I’m just not going to… it doesn’t… you-” Sasuke sighed. “Goddamn it.”
Naruko smirked. “What, do you need a little encouragement? Is it really that much for me to ask you to just show me what equipment we’re working with?”
Sasuke bit his lip.
“What? Are you worried because you’re a virgin?” Naruko said.
He stilled, avoiding her gaze.
“Well, I’m one too,” she said. “Nothing to be ashamed about.” She tapped his leg with her foot, smiling gently. “Come ooon, just take it out.”
Sasuke grit his teeth.
“Fine,” he muttered, after a moment of tense silence. “But only to shut you up. And not a word to anyone about this, alright? Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal clear,” Naruko said, grinning a bit too widely for his liking.
With a lot of reservations and understanding fully well that he was probably making a mistake, Sasuke gently undid his pants. Swallowing audibly, he shimmied them down. Naruko looked at the ceiling.
“Tell me when to look.”
Heart thumping maybe a little too fast for him to feel at ease, Sasuke slowly lowered his boxers as well. He leaned back, resisting the temptation to cross his legs. Part of him couldn’t deny the anxiety that was curdling in his gut—what would she say? What would she think?
Sasuke exhaled. “Go ahead and look,” he said.
Naruko’s head snapped downwards—the next moment or so was possibly the longest of Sasuke’s life, as she stared at his cock in silence. The seconds ticked by.
“Oooh,” Naruko murmured, after a moment. “That’s nice.”
He blinked.
“It’s different when it’s hard, right?” she asked. “It already looks so good even when it’s soft… I hope you don’t mind showing it to me when it’s hard. Would you, Sasuke?” Her tone was ever so lecherous.
“I can’t just make it hard…” Sasuke murmured, his mouth feeling oh so dry all of a sudden.
Naruko bit her lip.
With perhaps a fraction of hesitation, she reached down and pulled her shirt up. He blinked once, twice, three times.
He had to resist the urge to drool—Let’s just say that Sasuke was now coming to realize that her sexy jutsu really hadn’t altered anything about the real set, and they were mouth-wateringly beautiful.
That was with the bra covering them, too. Smiling slightly at his gobsmacked reaction, Naruko pulled the bra up as well, unveiling the rest of them. Puffy pink nipples, gorgeously round breasts. With her hands she played with them, squeezing them and pushing them together.
“Is that enough for you?” she purred.
Sasuke had a great deal of self control—from a young age, he’d had girls throwing themselves at him, and he had had to learn how to repress whatever urges might come to the forefront. With Naruko’s sexy jutsu, it had taken every single last bit of willpower to keep his attraction from showing.
Right here and now, knowing that he was being faced with the very real thing… he really, really didn’t stand a chance.
He groaned as he felt the blood begin to pump through it. It was like watching a creature come out of hibernation, yearning to life… it lifted up and off of his thigh, twitching back and forth before jutting directly upwards, a tower of flesh with veins crisscrossing the surface.
“Oooh… mmm…” Naruko licked her lips, still playing with her tits. “Yeah, no, this is going to easier than I thought.” She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, and Sasuke couldn’t help but notice the ever-so-gentle gyrating of her hips. “If worst comes to worse and you do have to get me pregnant, at least I know I won’t be complaining much.”
She reached a hand down, before pausing, fingers clenching into a ball.
“Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke,” she said, snapping her bra back into place, and then pulling her shirt back down. “What am I going to do with you.”
He blinked, staring at her.
“I-” His voice choked in his throat, and as hard as it was for himself to believe, he was still hard. A thousand thoughts were flashing through his mind, and more than half included those juicy tits Naruko had cruelly put away.
She looked at him, seemingly frozen in place.
“I-” Sasuke closed his eyes. “I was going to go train,” he said at last, with a modicum of hesitation.
Naruko was rigid, absolutely still, and the way her face twisted and turned anyone could tell she was having an internal battle. But it seemed that one side won out, as a calm and calculating smirk slowly curled her lips.
“Yeah…” she whispered. “Sorry, Sasuke, but you’re not going anywhere.”
Gently, and with a look of pure lust in her eyes, Naruko slid into his lap.
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