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Chapter Three
Signs of a Witch
Land of Giants
Naruto
February 4, 2000
Earth rich musk teased his nose, a distinct smell easily recognizable as the signature scent of Giants, trolls, goblins and other earthen creatures. They were nearing the deep sunk valley where Giants had made their homes for generations.
Kyodaina, the official capital of the Land of Giants held the largest concentrated population of soil origin Naturals. Of all the places he’d ever traveled, Naruto enjoyed the poignant fragrance of pure nature that Kyodaina exuded for miles on end. The city itself wasn’t bad, a little behind Konoha in terms of technological advances, a bit rough in some parts considering it was home to Naturals that, historically speaking, weren’t exactly friends, but it’s true selling point was it’s elaborate feats. Massive amounts of succulent meat, buffets that left him wishing he had an extra stomach to use when his own bloated belly gave out.
Had they been here under different circumstances, Naruto would have already been salivating.
“We’re not far from the city, once we reach the river, let’s take a break and walk the rest of the way,” Sakura remarked, “we don’t know where the witch is. We might make contact before we reach the city.”
Sakura flew high above the treeline, her suggestion spoken not shouted, yet in his transformed state, Naruto heard the words as though spoken directly in his furred ears. He was cranked to four tails, quick enough to blaze through miles of terrain and keep up with his winged teammates, but small enough to burn chakra efficiently. His reserves were without equal, however, they were hunting a witch, every little bit counted. Last thing he wanted was to enter combat already tapped.
Fighting on low chakra was dangerous, not just for him but those in attendance.
When he was near empty, when he scraped the bottom of his chakra pool, it kick started his ‘gift’ from the very witches that had left him the last of his kind.
He’d lose himself to something dark that festered below his own power.
Some unknown force that turned him into something horrible.
A monster.
Shaking his head to clear it, Naruto blew frustrated smoke through his snout and slowed his high-speed sprint to a leisurely trot. From Konoha to the Land of Giants, the trip at a walk or even a run took nearly a week, charging across grassy plains like a carmine blur sheared their travel time to a messily two days. Had their mission not been so serious, Naruto would have thoroughly enjoyed this blood pumping race across the country.
His inner fox was howling satisfaction, but his thoughts were a bit heavy to fully appreciate the freedom.
He took a glance at his flying teammates, judging their lazy coasting glide and adjusted his speed a little more. He pulled chakra from one of his tails, slowing his chakra output, sliming his large size and allowing his sunset colored ears to fall below the treeline for the first time in hours.
Five minutes later, clean water cut through the earthy aroma he loved, and nearly an hour later a cheerfully flowing river came into view. Housed within a big brow grass-patchy gorge, it’s vivid blue was made even more beautiful surrounded by the moon’s light and fluttering fireflies hovering along its shoreline.
Once at it’s edge, the fifteen foot three-tailed fox lowered his powerful form into a deep stretch, arching his spine and pushing his bright carmine furry tush out a few seconds before straining forward, bowing his back. His joints gave satisfying pops, opening floodgates of relief that spread through his muscles. Sasuke touched down beside him, enfolding his dark, leathery wings to his spine until they reabsorbed into his body. Devoid of his dark shirt, pants hanging low on his narrow hips, his pale skin stretched over hard muscle was particularity delicious bathed in moonlight. He was the sleek to Naruto’s bulk, smooth and unblemished to his tan and scarred, refined to his rough. Naruto couldn’t help but trace the hard ridges of his abdomen, the sharp v-shape teasing the top of his pants, his mind was working over time, hungering for a different heart pounding race.
“Get that gleam out of your eyes,” his mate scoffed, dropping the bag strapped to his back but giving the fox’s maw a affectionate pat,“we’re on a mission, dobe.”
With a soft, exasperated grunt, Naruto retracted his chakra, compressing the circulating energy to a fraction of his size and in turn, slowly shifted back into his humanoid stature.
“I was just lookin,” he chuckled, voice morphing as he became a man once more, “you’re one to talk. At least I stop at just checking you out. Remember that mission to-”
“One time and you still won’t let it go,” Sasuke muttered, fishing through his bag though his onyx eyes were fused to something else.
Cocking a cocky grin as lover openly ogled his cock, Naruto wandered closer to the tempted Uchiha, giving him a closer look at his birthday suit. No matter how shitty life was, Naruto was never too stressed for a quick romp with his lover.
“Ya know, there’s a easy way to get me to stop brining it up,” the blonde suggested, blue depths heated, “can’t hold it over your head if we’re both guilty of it, dattebayo.”
“Hold it right there!” Sakura the cock-block shouted, landing a few feet from the horny men, hands on hips, attitude blazing as she glared a threat and pointed at the semi-interested appendage dangling between his legs, “put it away or I’ll cut it off and feed it to my snakes,” said serpents perked up, slithering their interest and hissing at his privates, “you and Sasuke clearly can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourselves, and I refuse to have to listen to you two going at it like horny dogs again. I mean it, put your clothes on Naruto!”
“One time,” Sasuke reiterated, though directed it at the newcomer.
A small dusting of pink stained his pale cheeks as he pulled Naruto’s long sleeved mesh shirt and bright orange paints from his bag and threw them at the naked lycan.
“One time was enough,” Sakura declared, “and I’m still shocked it was you and not Mr. Horndog over here.”
He wished he could refute that oh so colorful name but…
“Hey,” he grumbled, yanking his pants on, “sex is a natural, healthy, awesome part of life, and there’s nothing wrong with-”
“Being an oversexed fox that will use any excuse to hump poor Sasuke,” she finished for him, rolling her eyes.
“So what, my mate’s hot, and I promise you he’s not complaining, and he jumps me just as much I do him, or did you already forget the reason you came flying over here cock-blockin,” he pointed out, much to Sasuke’s annoyance, “some people like sex. A lot. If you’d loosen up you might figure out why, dattebayo. You got plenty of options, you know Tenten’s been after you for years.”
“Here we go,” Sakura huffed.
“Seriously though, what gives? Everybody knows you like her, but you won’t even give her a chance.”
“I do not-”
“Your snakes go all googly eyed, some of ‘em blow kissy faces which I didn’t even know was thing. First time I ever saw a snake do that,” Naruto recounted to his red faced teammate as he buttoned his pants.
“They do not-”
“You both have the hots for each other, all you gotta do is take her up on the offer, that’s up to you though. If you don’t wanna get laid that’s your choice, but why you gotta try and rain on my parade too?” griped the oversexed fox, tugging his mesh over his head and the hard planes of his abdominals with a petulant yank.
“You- you-” the Fury sputtered, her rosy snakes hiding their faces amongst their wiggly bodies, “why don’t you mind your own business and focus on why we’re here, or did your horny ass forget this is a really important mission that doesn’t have time for your ‘parade’?”
Reality intruded on their light banter, quelling his rabid libido like nothing else could.
“You really think I could forget?” he grumbled, mood souring. Much as he tried to forget, their dilemma never strayed far from his mind. Striving to hide his bleeding wound behind teasing, he continued on with a false smile, “anyway, don’t try and change the subject, let her take you out to dinner some time.”
“What are you her wing man or something?”
“Something like that,” he shrugged.
Honestly he just wanted to see the two happy. Sakura clearly had feelings for the woman. He suspected she had a curse that she didn’t want to burden her with, a very Sasuke-ish move. Having had his fill of a reluctant, self-sacrificing love interest, he was sorta trying his hand at playing match maker.
Letting out a sigh, one that broadcast how done she was with the conversation, the lone Fury on team 7 turned pensive, her emerald gaze softening, and with that sudden gentling, the mood between the trio shifted.
Naruto took in a silent breath, jaw tightening.
He knew what was coming.
“Speaking of…that, you guys need to eat,” she muttered, shining light on the giant blue elephant in the room, “I understand Sasuke…putting it off, but you need to eat Naruto and I’m sure Sasuke’s been telling you that for the last three days. You’re running on fumes, it’s not healthy and with what we’re about to go up against, it’s not safe.”
She wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t know, and yes Sasuke had been bitching at him about his lack of appetite. Like any lycan no matter their race, Naruto’s body needed copious amounts of meat day in and day out, and considering he loved to eat, he usually tucked away pounds and pounds of animal flesh three times a day.
Now.
There were times where even he couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten.
He just…hadn’t felt the need to eat, and when he did, the joy he normally felt stuffing his face was so fleeting it wasn’t worth the effort to hunt. He sighed, rubbing that little spot at his nape that told the world he was either embarrassed, uncomfortable or stalling for time to come up with an answer.
“I’ll grab something for you while I’m hunting,” Sakura volunteered, “you just…worry about feeding Sasuke, alright?”
He glared off into the distance, but gave a small nod.
He wasn’t mad at her, quite the opposite, Sakura was a rough sorta girl, she liked to rile him up and otherwise annoy him and his lover like the irritating big sister they’d never, would never, have, however, she cared about them. This was a familiar concession the Fury allowed, hunting for her meal far from the two lovers, leaving them to struggle through the painful process in peace. She cared enough to go out of her way to make their burdens easier to bear and he loved her to pieces for that.
He wasn’t mad at Sasuke either, never that. None of this was his fault, he didn’t deserve any of this. He was a victim of his lineage, just like Naruto, and Sakura, and Kiba, and Kakashi-sensei, and every other Natural that lived on this planet.
He was just…angry.
Angry at life and all it’s fucked up parts.
“I’ll be back in a few,” Sakura murmured, unfurling her wings, “want anything in particular? I hear the bears are pretty good in this region.”
He didn’t really care.
“Yeah, that sounds great, ‘ttebayo. Thanks Sakura-chan.”
He could tell from the heaviness of Sasuke’s sigh he didn’t sound the least bit convincing. It was the best he could do at the moment, anxiety wouldn’t let him pretend he gave shit about eating right now. Lucky for him, Sakura didn’t make a fuss about his deadpan ‘enthusiasm’. Instead, she threw her tense teammates a meaningful look before turning and taking flight up and over the tall treeline.
Taking a moment to fill his lungs to the brim, gird himself for the coming trial and exhale into the dark night, Naruto finally set his determined gaze on the man he loved more than anything.
Onyx eyes watched him silently, their inky depths equally full of dread and apology.
Both emotions bothered him on a fundamental level. He couldn’t stand to see the Uchiha’s apprehension nor the guilt his vampire felt for ‘putting him through this’ as though he did this on purpose. Naruto’s distress was one of the main reasons Sasuke hadn’t told him that they were destined to be together back when they were boys, why he tried his best to keep Naruto at arms length in some bullshit attempt at ‘protecting him’ from what awaited a life with a cursed Uchiha.
Naruto though that was stupid.
Sure it fucked him up to go through this with Sasuke, but it absolutely destroyed him thinking about the Uchiha going through this alone.
If Sasuke had to suffer, he’d rather they suffer together.
“Ready?” he questioned quietly.
Sasuke grunted then reached in his bag for the illustrious silver goblet Naruto bought him on their four year anniversary. It was scratched with small dents, elongated bowl shaped with no handles, a semi-thick stem and a wide foot. Cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth every cent. It belonged to a famous vampire, a witch hunter that consumed the blood of each one of his kills in that very cup. Cheesy as it was, that old beat up piece of history meant something to them both, it gave them strength and hope even if they themselves could never fill it with the blood of a witch.
They moved closer to the water’s edge, Sasuke finding a sturdy, rock to sit on.
Once settled, Sasuke silently held out the container for his meal. Lifting a finger, Naruto replaced his blunted nail with a sharp black claw and drew it’s razor edge across a vein in his wrist.
His heart grew heavy as his blood flowed.
Sasuke’s eyes were red and dilated, fangs fully extended, the scent of his blood stirring both his hunger and arousal. He swallowed several times, Adam’s apple bobbing, grip tightening around the stem of the goblet. It was hard on him, not to feed directly from Naruto’s veins, just as hard as Naruto’s battle to keep his canines to himself in the midst of passion.
They were fighting instincts so deeply ingrained within their species that it was beyond painful, beyond maddening to deny themselves the completion they both craved.
The crimson stream slowed to a trickle, Naruto pumped his fist a few times before retrieving his arm. Taking a seat a ways away from his lover, the blonde Lycan licked his wound closed, watching the dark haired male with no small amount of heavy dread.
A beat of hesitation passed before he lifted the goblet.
Naruto braced himself as Sasuke drank.
He knew what was coming, and he hated it.
He hated it so much he wanted to rip the heads from a thousand witches.
Each swallow was a nail in the Uchiha’s coffin. Sasuke’s curse was a slow acting death to any living being exposed to his fluids.
Saliva, semen, urine, sweat, tears, and everything in between, if it was excreted from his body it will kill you.
No exceptions.
Not even for his mate.
Naruto could only touch him sparingly and vice versa, and each touch held the potential to kill him. Dealing with that little contact barrier was hard enough, it sucked missing out on certain things but they dealt with it the best they could. What was harder, no impossible, to accept was the reality that this magical ailment wasn’t just limited to an external threat to those unwary of the vampire’s bodily fluids.
No.
That’d be too simple, too easy of a punishment.
Sasuke was a carrier for this horrendous curse, and yet he himself was not immune to it’s effects.
His insides were paying the price.
Gradually, day by day, his body was losing it’s ability to absorb nutrients from the blood he consumed, gaining less and less sustenance no matter how much he drank, a direct consequence of the twisted witch that cursed the Uchiha line. Eventually, this amount would continue to decrease until consuming blood became the equivalent of drinking water.
Pointless.
From there, a slow, painful end born of starvation alongside the methodical death and decay of his internal organs.
Internal gangrene had already started, it’d only get worse over time.
Sasuke wanted to be euthanized long before his body fell apart, Naruto wasn’t sure he could let that happen.
His chest constricted so hard he struggled to draw breath.
Fuck.
He knew he couldn’t.
If it ever came down to that, if that day ever came, he’d lose his goddamn mind.
Before the clinic, Sasuke’s nutrient absorption was just beneath fifty percent, post clinic, he was down to forty-seven.
Time was running out.
Running out fast.
They had to do something. He had to do something. He couldn’t, wouldn’t allow Sasuke to just throw in the towel and accept some fucked up fate that ended their happy union before it truly began. Things were bad, seemingly hopeless even, but Naruto wasn’t a quitter, defeating the odds was his specialty.
His pale skinned lover jolted, dropping the silver container, and began to heave. His tall stature bent double, head bowed between his spread legs as the first black glob of vomit erupted from his mouth.
Naruto closed pain filled eyes tinged furious crimson, raking a clawed hand through his messy blonde locks as the wrongness of the situation settled over his skin. His jaw flexed, sharp canines clenched tight enough to rend steel as he listened to his lover vomit the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor, each wet splatter twisting his insides, every agonized grunt tearing a new hole in his chest.
A terrible stench filled his sensitive nostrils.
Blood.
Rot.
That despicable artificial scent of dark magic.
It made him sick.
It made him angry.
It made him feel useless as a man, as a mated man.
A mated man that could do nothing for the vampire he loved but spout fruitless hope and desperate optimism.
Here he was fighting tooth and nail for a miracle and couldn’t even do simple shit.
He couldn’t wipe the black viscus fluid from Sasuke’s leaking eyes.
He couldn’t physically comfort him through his current torment.
He couldn’t even bring himself to keep his eyes open but it fucking hurt.
It hurt him so bad inside.
No matter how many times they went through this, Naruto was gutted each and every time. He could stand to knowing Sasuke was suffering, to see the agony lining his face, to witness his dark eyes bleeding, to watch life sustaining fluid force it’s way back up and out of his throat. Sitting through that nightmare was like experiencing death over and over and over again.
There was only so many times, so many ways Naruto could stand to die.
He gripped hard at his golden locks, telling himself silently that he’d find a way to save him, no matter what it took.
Ragged breathing filled the clearing long minutes later, signaling Sasuke’s body was done hemorrhaging.
He took a breath and opened his eyes, seeking out his vampire. The cursed Uchiha sat perched on his flat rock, shaking and rummaging through his bag, his face painting a vivid picture of the pain still thrumming through his veins and squeezing his abused organ systems. His skin was dotted black on his forehead and upper chest, his eyes were rimmed in a muck so dark it rivaled the impenetrable density of a black hole. It ran from his tear-ducts like smeared mascara, tracing his pale cheeks in rivulets.
Viciously shutting down his silent pity party, locking his fear and doubt back in that little box that resided inside his mind, Naruto he moved to tend to his significant other.
“How bad?”
It was an insult to ask if he was okay, of course he wasn’t okay. Asking for a his level of suffrage acknowledged his painful episode and provided useful information.
“Didn’t lose a lung this time.”
Naruto wished he was joking but he wasn’t. Six months ago is how they learned pieces of his organs were beginning to rot and fall off.
A lack of fleshy bits floating in his vomit was a good sign.
Unable to touch him, Naruto squatted down at the edge of the inky puddle of his blood mixed with God knew what else and blew a steady stream of fire, incinerating the fatal discharge. They couldn’t chance leaving it here in the forest for some innocent Natural or animal to be exposed to it. Vaporising it completely was standard protocol.
Sasuke threw in stained sheets of wet wipes, one after another as he blew his nose clean, cleared his eyes and swabbed his mouth.
He was shaking, his muscles taunt and involuntarily spasming.
They weren’t sure what the spasms meant yet.
Nothing good to be sure.
Naruto took the goblet to the river, rinsed it good then refilled it with fresh water. Handing it to Sasuke, he stepped a few feet away from the splash zone. He stood quietly as the vampire struggled through a small bird bath, refilling the cup for him as needed. He ran water over his torso, gargled three times, flushed his eyes then rinsed his hands. Once finished, he reached for a towel while Naruto incinerated the new puddle.
And that was it.
Feeding time was over and all that was left was the despair that hung heavy between them.
Freshly cleaned, free of muck, Sasuke leaned in his space, pressing his jaw to the soft space between Naruto’s neck and chin, a silent attempt to comfort the upset lycan, tormenting them both with the contact, knowing they couldn’t go further. That Sasuke couldn’t sink his teeth into his flesh and feed the way he should, that Naruto couldn’t turn and press his lips to his to soothe the silently starving male. That bothered him the most, the physical limitations of their affection.
Naruto had never kissed his mate, had never learned the contours of his moist caverns, had never tasted the flavor of his tongue. Sasuke’s lush mouth was death, his saliva toxic, his bodily fluids a one way trip to a painful death, every intimate action they took was heavily, infuriatingly buffered. Sex held the biggest draw back. They fucked with a specially designed condom to protect them both but it muted the sensation so much it was hard to enjoy it. Skin to skin contact was extremely limited, and the few times they did touch, Naruto found it more than a little unpleasant. Sasuke kept his skin cold to avoid sweating, and a single brush was enough to take him right out of the mood. The moment they finished, Sasuke headed straight for the shower, mandatory immediately post coitus.
No kissing, no cuddling, not even a nuzzle until Sasuke had been thoroughly cleaned.
Lovemaking, sadly, lacked the actual love…
It felt…impersonal.
Disconnected.
Fucking to take the edge off rather than connecting and exploring as a bonded pair.
It left him hollowly sated, angry and so damn frustrated.
His natural libido was high, it always had been, but with every unsatisfactory copulation, it was only getting worse. That was the party of his horny shenanigans Sakura was missing. Naruto was starved for contact, for deeper affection.
He shifted, pressing his forehead to Sasuke’s, cerulean depths gleaming a myriad of emotions.
The same cauldron of turmoil stared back at him.
“I love you, ‘ttebayo,” he told him, voice rougher than sandpaper, “we’re gonna figure this out.”
A wry smile curled his lips, disbelieving and resigned, sad but bittersweet, his lover heaved a soft sigh, “whatever you say. Love you too, dobe.”
That said, Sasuke pulled away, reaching for his shirt.
Naruto swept a hand through his messy blonde strands just as a brown bear dropped from the sky, Sakura landing beside it.
“You alright?” Sakura asked peering at her teammates, emerald orbs soft with an empathy she passed between both men, though her gaze lingered on the Uchiha.
“Fine,” Sasuke grunted, retying his cloak over his long sleeved dark gray shirt.
She didn’t believe him for a second but nodded anyway.
“We’ll get going once Naruto eats at least half of his meal,” Sakura declared, throwing the blonde a mother hen glare.
Pouting, he turned to his other half for help.
He really didn’t feel like eating.
Sasuke merely raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.
Should have known he wasn’t gonna find help there. Sasuke had told him a thousand times that he wasn’t going to help him neglect himself.
‘There’s no reason for both us to starve, dobe.’
Maybe that was what he was doing subconsciously, denying himself what Sasuke couldn’t have.
Exhaling defeat, Naruto took a squat next to the dead animal, lifted a claw and carved out his favorite parts.
☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾
Land of Giants- Kyodaina
Naruto
Chiriku, Kyodaina’s leader, and the longest living cyclops known to Naturals, met them at the massive entrance gates. Gates that belong to another time in history as they stood so incredibly high Naruto couldn’t tell if they truly touched the skies above or if they only appeared to. Everything about Kyodaina was super sized, in this places of Giants, it wasn’t an aesthetic meant to impress and intimidate visitors, though Naruto was certainly impressed, it was more a reaffirmation of who they were as a people, despite having lost their colossal statures.
Kyodaina was dug out in a deep canyon manually widen by ancient Giants, and bracket by steep tan rocky walls. Residential homes and busy businesses were carved into every length of gigantic rockface, built just as high as the entrance gate.
The impressive architecture had been fitted with large ‘stairways to heaven’ decades ago following the devastating size reductions perpetrated by the archenemy of Naturals at large, witches.
Elevators and even more staircase were currently in construction for non-flying individuals.
The heart of town boasted restaurant after restaurant, food stands, butcher shops, bar-b-Que grills and even old fashion spit roast stations.
Kyodaina’s main attraction had always, and Naruto hoped, would always be it’s hearty love of meat.
Though he’d scarfed down most of the bear nearly two hours ago, the blonde felt his stomach rumble as the scent of succulent roast teased his sensitive nose.
“Welcome back, Naruto, Sasuke,” ten foot tall, booming voiced Chiriku greeted, holding out a massive hand, “and you must be Sakura.”
The one-eyed, towering man was stone faced and dressed in the traditional toga robes of the cyclops, his bald head was incredibly shiny even amongst the darkness of night. He stood surrounded by a legion of Goblins, Orcs, Ogres and Giants adorned in the police regalia of fitted brown tunics and cloudy gray pants. Swords, clubs and maces were strapped to thick thighs, narrow hips and muscular backs. Most of the task force held back curious civilians, forming a large semi-circle from the gates’s wide open doors to halfway into town square.
Sakura took the offered hand with a small nod, “Sakura Haruno, it’s an honor to meet you.”
“I am honored as well, I’ve heard tales of Team 7’s feats and victories in the last zombie attack in Iwagakure. Your impressive reputation proceeds you. You’ve many fans here in Kyodaina,” he glanced at the two men, “you two especially.”
Their main gate escort had formed a parameter between them and the hundreds of admirers crowding the gate and hovering above in a bid to get closer to the famous couple. They were used to the attention by now, Sasuke had long since learned to tune out fangirls and guys since he was young boy, Naruto had learned the hard way that too much attention to the screaming fans would only drive them to seek him out more.
Now, he gave small waves and a trademark grin but kept his distance and avoid conversing. Instead, he walked around as though he didn’t hear the screeches, “Naruto-sempai! You’re so handsome!”
Sasuke didn’t twitch at all beneath the “Uchiha-sama! We love you!” screams.
Sakura handled her fans in two ways, with serene grace or fiery temper. She was less likely to be harassed publicly, but her mailbox was always full of love letters, gifts and autograph requests.
“Uh, yeah, we get that a lot, dattebayo,” he chuckled, “sorry about all this.”
Chiriku shook his head, a good natured air surrounding his tall form, “the attention is well deserved,” another, more serious energy took the places of his easy mood, “excuse my abruptness, however, I must ask you all to begin your investigation immediately. As I’m sure you know, this mission is extremely important.”
His grave demeanor infected the Konoha shinobi trio.
“Of course,” Sakura agreed, pink brows furrowed, emerald gaze sharp, “if these rumors truly have merit, the entire world is in danger.”
Their host gave a nod of his naked cranium, then gestured to a seven foot Orc standing amongst the rank of authoritative security. The pea skinned female was dressed in civilian clothing, a pretty blue dress that outlined her bulging muscle and large bust. Vivid blue hair hung over her prominent brow ridge, her pinched nose sat slightly crooked between deep set black eyes, her bottom lip and hard jaw jutted out far from her face, pushed out by the huge ivory teeth poking out.
“This is Ulr, she lives out in the woods and reported the incident. She will explain what she saw and guide you to where she experienced the encounter. Good luck.”
They set out right after, much to the fans disappointment, once on the path towards her home, Ulr began her tale.
“A few nights ago, there was a flash far off in the distance behind my cottage,” Ulr explained as they ran through woodland, “I’ve never seen anything like it, bright orange, almost like a fallen star, but I don’t think it came from the sky. There wasn’t any streak in the sky from it, not that I saw. I live alone out in these woods, nobody comes out this far. Kyodaina’s getting real noisy nowadays and I like the quiet. I went to check it out myself and when I got to the spot the air was really strange, ya know?”
No.
They didn’t know.
“Strange how, Ulr?” Sakura prompted helpfully.
“It was all wiggly and thick. Felt like jelly on my skin.”
“Jelly…” Naruto repeated, brows crinkling.
She’d named it right, that was strange.
The Orc nodded, “but I remembered my grandpop told me stories about them witches. He said some of them could teleport. I think that’s how this one got here. Teleported from wherever it’s been hiding out, turned the air all jelly.”
Lined up with what Sasuke had told him, minus the jelly, as well as the Academy’s history lessons of witches. The Uchiha held a treasure trove of information gathered from thousands of clashes with witches in times long passed. Considering their curse was one of the most severe of all Naturals, the doomed Clan had made it their solemn duty to study magic users like rats in a lab.
“This is my cottage,” she pointed out as they passed by the slightly rundown dwelling, “it was back round here.”
They rounded the corner and pressed on to a denser patch of land.
“I didn’t find anything at the time, but I reported it to Chiriku-sama. By the time they got here the air was normal, and they gave me a look like I was crazy, but I know what I saw and what I felt and I know what my grandpop told me about witches and he’s never been wrong. It was a witch out in them woods,” she nodded emphatically, “so I started lookin for it. It don’t come out during the day much, I seen it once but it was cloaked, couldn’t see its face. At night, it’s active, real active, I saw fire in the woods but this wasn’t no normal fire, ya see, no smoke, no heat to it, but it crackled like fire. Then I started seeing the symbols made outta sticks and what not, it wasn’t younglings pulling pranks, it was the witch out there castin spells and performin’ rituals!” the big woman shuddered, “I seen it with my own eyes, it wore a cloak and had long brown hair, it hides its face with the hood though. Anyway, I followed it one time and it was out here snoopin around the old grave site of an old Hecatoncheires. I don’t rightly know where it’s buried but Chiriku-sama does. Sent some more men out here to check it out and whatever they found had ‘em running back to report it, next thing I know I was called to escort you all out here.”
Ulr slowed as the neared a clearing, and instantly, there was an undercurrent that passed through them.
“Guess ol’ Ulr ain’t as crazy as they thought,” she crowed, hands on buxom hips, “this here is the place where the witch was poking around. I’ve done my part, nice meeting you all.”
“You too, Ulr, thank you for assistance,” Sakura said.
“Yeah, thanks,” Naruto replied.
Sasuke was quiet, his dark eyes gazing over the resting place of a Natural so rare nobody had seen one in several hundred years. The air around him was noticeably chill, Naruto noticed it right after he’d finished puking his brains out.
He was upset, angry even.
Far more on edge than he appeared.
“Alright, you’re up Naruto,” Sakura prompted as Ulr disappeared around a bend.
Funneling a bit of chakra to his nose, the blonde vulpine shifter got down on hands and knees and tuned his sensitive nose to the forest floor. He wandered here and there, circled the ground in one area then another, as he neared a large area where grass grew outward, he got a hit.
Drawing deep inhalations, Naruto filled his nose with the anomaly, brows crinkling as he sifted through scents.
Fertile soil.
Fresh grass.
Cartridge…bone. He sniffed again.
Giant. Ancient.
Peeking through these earthy scents was something that didn’t belong, something gentle, faint.
A lingering scent of something light and delicate…sweet, like cinnamon. Pheromones, female…delicious… Saliva seeped into his mouth, nostrils flaring for another strong whiff. He drew it inside his lungs, held it in his sinuses and tasted it’s heady flavor on his tongue.
He was…enthralled, attracted to this smell, and dimly disturbed that he was.
There was no scent on this planet he loved more than Sasuke’s.
None that were even close.
That crisp, cool airy freshness, like the first day of autumn that rose from his skin, an aphrodisiac he found irresistible.
Yet here he was, snorting the natural signature of a witch like an addict.
As though any other scent could come in range, let alone compare to his mate’s.
This wasn’t normal.
Something was wrong here.
Even as suspicion and disgust marred his face, he drew it in again, singling it out from the others, sucking in so deep he caught a nose full of something else. He drew back, shaking his head to clear it before scenting it out again. There was another distinguishable odor attached to her scent, barely clinging to the fragrance that made his mouth water, an unnatural collection of artificial aromas.
Ones that certainly didn’t belong.
It jolted him back to reality with the force of an Ogre punch, smacking him with a single hated word.
Witch.
He was smelling magic left over from a witch, magic that was clearly still active and attempting to entice him.
Reality slammed into him like a bucket of cold water was dumped over his head. It wasn’t the sweet scent that held him enthralled it was the magic below it.
It had to be.
Fooling him into responding to a scent that didn’t belong to Sasuke. This was the power of a those creatures, a power that fucked with the mind and senses of Naturals, tricksters and liars, their very scent a testament to their devious core.
They hadn’t found the leech yet and already he’d fallen for a trap.
“It was here,” he growled to his teammates, “two days ago.”
“You’re sure?” Sasuke questioned, moving half a step closer, bright crimson shining within his onyx depths, “it’s a witch.”
Naruto had never smelled one before, but Sasuke’s curse was nearly identical to that false scented smell.
It was definitely magic.
The only creature able to wield magic was a witch.
“I’m sure,” he replied, standing and patting dirt from his orange pants, “there was an Giant bone tied to the scent, it probably dug it up to feed off of.”
Because that’s what witches did.
Fed off Naturals.
Stealing bones, carving flesh and draining blood from Naturals whether dead or alive, to use in their dark rituals and tonics, ripping apart their chakra to refuel their hated magic.
They were a crime against nature, evil butchers that enjoyed the suffering of Naturals.
History held a long, gut churning list of their depravity, their demented imprint left visible not only on the bodies of Naturals, but in the very world around. Naruto had been a bit of a sloucher in school, his attention often wandering through lessons at the Academy, but his mind tuned during the topic of witches. He sat at his desk listening, a writhing pit of rage as Iruka-sensei described the horrors of witches.
How they revealed in the pain and torture of younglings, eating their hearts and reanimating their corpses, driving their parents to madness in the process.
How they enslaved even the most powerful Natural, conducting hellish experiments and twisting their captives into nightmarish abominations.
How they annihilated the vulpine lycans and vampires, and cursed those that escaped the initial culling.
As he listened and seethed, he thought of his own parents, his pain stricken father succumbing to his lingering curse when he was four-years-old, his addle minded mother burning from the inside out, her tampered chakra turned into a weapon against her, when he turned seven.
He wasn’t the only orphan with a witchcraft sob story, there were others who’d endure far worse that what he’d lived, some without a Sasuke to keep them sane.
“Can you track it?” Sasuke questioned.
Naruto gave him a once over, rubbing warmth into his skin, “yeah.”
“Let’s go,” Sakura commanded, “the sooner we find it the better.”
He stripped his shirt, tossed it to Sasuke and shifted, keeping himself small enough to hide amongst the brush, sprouting only a single tail.
They followed the trail for nearly an hour, Sasuke and Sakura scanning the area as he followed his nose. A twenty yards from a mossy dwelling, he stopped. Naruto cut cerulean eyes to his teammate, a near imperceptible rumble leaving his chest as he nodded his head at the cave nestled between twelve towering trees just ahead. He couldn’t smell that luscious scent anymore, but he smelled trace of the magic that was attached to it, stronger from one source.
The dark depths before them.
It was in there.
A witch.
Rerouting his chakra, Naruto pushed himself up on hind legs, giving his back paws slightly larger mass to support his bestial upper body. He left his fox head on his massive shoulders, left his torso padded with muscle, but adjusted the joints in his shoulders, elbows and wrist for better range. He spread his fore paws, manipulating each digit manually as he traded them out for more human fingers tipped with black claws. This was one of the forms that gave credence to Sakura’s teasing of him looking like a traditional werewolf. But for his carmine fur, multiple tails, and vulpine features, he could pass for a werewolf, with ease, to his ever lasting annoyance.
Sasuke was just as prepared for combat.
His Ice Prince’s skin was painted a deep pallor, translucent enough to trace the cursed, wine-colored blood circulating through his veins, and radiating a snowy frost indicative of dry ice from his flesh. His strong jaw was slightly elongated to make room for his extended fangs and the extra row of canines that were no doubt poking through the gum behind his sharp teeth. His elven ears held a serrated edge from tip to lobe, peeking between the dark curtain of his shiny dark locks. The white sclera of his eyes bled black, and his pupils blazed the crimson heat of hellfire.
Next to him, Sakura had also initiated her transformed state.
Her serpentine hair was standing at full attention, weaving hypnotically atop her cranium, their hissing tongues a near silent choir. Her pale skin held a bright sheen, glinting beneath moonlight like the sparkle of a glinting diamond. Naruto knew her toughened flesh was just as hard as the precious gem. Three-toed talons replaced her humanoid feet, and the toned muscle beneath her skin held a noticeable swell.
“Any movement?” Sasuke questioned, gazing over at the cave’s entrance.
Naruto funneled chakra to his eyes, staining them red.
The world around darked, then brightened individually. His gaze bounced from one heat signature to another, focusing and dismissing the different warm blooded creatures scuttling across the forest floor.
Rodents.
Snakes.
He peered into the obscurity of the cave.
Nothing.
And not a natural nothing.
There was a void, a blackness sitting on top of blackness blocking him from seeing beyond the superficial.
He was certain now.
“It’s gotta be protected by magic, I can’t see anything at all, dattebayo.”
“Figures,” Sakura muttered, “we’re gonna have to go in blind then, let me scout first.”
That said, Sakura took flight, shooting up and disappearing above the treeline. Naruto took a moment to reconnect with his other half. This mission was important to them, officially the most important task they’d ever undertaken and the most dangerous.
“You gonna be able to keep it together?” Naruto asked, bending slightly to press his muzzle to his lover’s frigid skin.
“I should be asking you that,” he replied, turning his own head and leaning into the gentle contact, “you’re not exactly known for thinking things through before jumping half cocked into a shit storm, dobe.”
“This is different and you know it,” he rumbled quietly, sliding his clawed hands around the vampire’s narrow waist, “this could be our best chance to save your life your, if we can catch this witch or even bring its body back to Konoha, Dr. Senju might be able to lift your curse or it at least slow it down until we can figure out how to get rid of it. I hate witches, but for you, I can keep my shit together, ‘ttebayo.”
“You always exclude yourself like I’m the only one with a debilitating curse. It’s annoying,” Sasuke griped.
Naruto grunted derisively, “hardly debilitating, dad made sure of that,” Minato hadn’t met his end without ensuring his son would have a better life, a better life he hadn’t been able to extend to his own wife, “I’m not the one puking up blood everyday. I can put my curse on the back burner, you can’t. I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna go apeshit berserker the moment you see the thing.”
Every Natural was different, just like their human counterparts. They all experienced pain differently, loved differently, endured emotions and trauma differently.
Individuals could go through the same situation and come away with vastly different wounds.
That was the nature of life.
Not everyone dealt with adversity the same.
His Ice Prince in particular loved hard, hated deep and hurt forever, and he tended to let his strong feelings fester only to explode in a spectacular eruption. Naruto loved just as hard, hurt for quite a while and hated sparingly but wasn’t above forgiving; he was notorious for his own explosions too, but they lacked that undercurrent of potency created by years of festering. He’d lose his head for a while and come back to himself once he’d exhausted that negative feeling, Sasuke got swept away by the dark tide and drowned inside it’s fierce currents. Naruto understood his lover’s struggles, and resolved himself to ensure his head stayed above the water, whether that meant shooting the breeze and cracking dumb jokes when the Uchiha massacre left the vampire heartsick and unable to sleep during the day, or reminding him of what was at stake right before they entered certain danger as he was now.
Sasuke rolled his nightmarish eyes skyward, “quit nagging. I told you already, I’m fine.”
If his transformed maw could pout he would’ve, but due to his physiological constraints, Naruto settled for threatening puppy dog eyes, “I’m not nagging and you’re not fine. You’ve been stewing all day.”
That chill in the air wasn’t attributed to the weather. The Land of Giants was pretty warm, even during winter, the air barely trended towards warm whenever Sasuke was around.
He was stewing.
Before he could answer, Sakura touched down.
“Nothing fishy, let head in.”
Sakura took lead, Sasuke the rear, together they entered. Five paces in, a strange sensation passed through the group. Darkness crowded, snatching their keen sight from them, the world around vibrated with a wrongness, a displacement that had every hair on his body stand on end.
They weren’t in the cave anymore.
“This darkness isn’t natural. Naruto, can give us some light,” Sakura asked.
An abnormal request.
They were all nocturnal creatures, night vision was a birthright, and yet for the first time, they were blind in the dark.
A flick of his tail and a churn of chakra spawned a fist sized sphere of fire at its tip, just enough for them to see their hands in front of their faces. He brought the makeshift torch from back to front, letting his tail light the way.
It wasn’t long before the reached a wide chamber.
The floor was stone, the walls the same, a strange shape was drawn on the hard ground; an eight pointed star inside a circle, but none of this is what held their attention.
No.
What held their attention was the cloaked being floating above the circle.
The witch hiding in the Land of Giants.
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I ’m enjoying this fic quite a bit, how about you guys?
It ’s allowing me to color outside the lines with my favorite characters <3
My friend Desiree14 has been reading and discussing the fic with me before it ’s posted, and believes I’d be good at the Omegaverse. I’ll admit that I’ve wanted to write my own Omegaverse fic for a while. I’ve read a few and only one was enjoyable to me. Usually when I’m let down by a fic, I try and write my own instead, so it’s been on my brain. What do you all think?
Anyway, let me know how you feel about the story? Are you enjoying the creatures? How about team 7 ’s transformed bodies? Are you intrigued by Sasuke’s curse? Is Naruto not the cutest fox ever? Are you hype for the witchy Hina confrontation next chapter? Tell me :D!
I ’m done.
Laters
Sessakag~
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