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Teamwork, chpt.5, 1st part
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joosetta and joisbishmyoga, who inspire me again and again until I fall over from lack of sleep with blisters on my fingers. I should get other muses, because you're evil, girls. i love you two anyway.
Chapter 5
(Sasuke)
Sakura was crying again. Sighing, Sasuke vowed to sort the matter out by himself if he had to, if only so that next time they had a crisis, she could go cry on Naruto.
He couldn't think of anything to say, so he listened and patted her back gently, and even --surprising himself-- rocked her a little, all the while trying not to think. He didn't want to imagine what would be worse, that she would have that baby or that she wouldn't. If she decided not to, it would hurt her and Naruto both; but if she decided to -- there was the villagers' reaction to consider, and maybe they would have to move in together. And raise the child together.
And he would be an outsider again-- no. Don't think.
"Can I do anything?" he asked at some point.
"Can you bring my mother here?" she asked. She sounded so weary now.
He didn't answer.
"Then no, there's nothing you can do right now. Thanks for asking, though," she added, giving him a pitifully weak smile. "I just... need to think. Or not think-- maybe that would be best. Maybe I should... nap. Or something. All will look better once I'm not so stressed and tired. Right?"
She was doing a fine job of convincing herself, so he just nodded in the blanks.
"So I'm going to sleep. Uhm. You should... Find Naruto. Make sure he's not doing anything stupid. And... well, we have a pretty good proof that it's true; the K-kyuubi can't control him. So... I still trust him, okay? I still-- he's still my boy. That won't change. Can you tell him that?"
That seemed like a pretty good plan. She would be safe here; there were traps all around the place and the biggest animals wouldn't be able to climb that high up the slippery bark. And he was a little worried about the idiot.
"I will. You... have a nice nap. Things always look better in the morning," he felt compelled to add, feeling a bit silly; she'd just said something like that not a minute ago.
For some reason, he felt like he had to kiss her cheek. When she blushed and then smiled at him, in a more sincere way, he decided that it hadn't been such a bad idea, since at least now she felt better. Even though now her eyes showed a little hint of that faraway, dreamy look girls got around him that usually made him feel so uneasy. She wasn't trying to molest him; that was okay.
"You should go now," she told him with a regretful sigh.
He nodded, letting her go, then got up and jumped off the tree.
There was a red, piercing pain in his chest, and he wondered for a second if his cracked ribs had broken all the way. But he didn't feel the move, so he kept going, ignoring the pain.
Finding Naruto's tracks wasn't difficult in the least. The forest was littered with broken branches and uprooted grass, the trees were gouged, claw marks all over the bark, and a few times he even walked past dead animals.
Finally he felt Naruto's chakra, and heard the sound of fists against flesh and bushes crushed as a body landed heavily on them. Naruto was facing a tiger the size of two horses; another lay in a mangled mass of fur and flesh a few feet away.
Sasuke didn't say anything, just watched as his teammate dispatched the monster easily.
Naruto stood, head bowed, arms gloved in wet red up to his elbows, his breath so harsh it sounded like a growl. Sasuke didn't say anything there either; the blond would acknowledge him in his own time.
When he turned, just a little, to glance at him from beneath his messy bangs, Sasuke wasn’t surprised in the least by the red eyes. He arched an eyebrow at the spreading whisker marks, though. He'd always assumed they were scars.
"What do you want, Uchiha?" the blond growled, not bothering to turn toward him all the way.
"I want to talk to the Kyuubi."
The whole forest seemed to freeze.
"You... what?" Naruto asked, finally facing him.
"You heard," he snapped back, the pain in his chest making him impatient. "I
want to know why he wants that child so much, if it's not to possess it."
Naruto's mouth opened and closed a few times, and then he bit his lip and looked away.
"Sasuke... He's not... Not nice..."
"And I am?" Sasuke asked dryly, arching an eyebrow.
Naruto laughed nervously. "Right. Uhm. I've never done that before, so..."
Sasuke waited as Naruto closed his eyes and his features relaxed slowly. And then, there was a shift. He couldn't have explained what had changed, but something had.
When the blond opened his eyes, he wasn't quite Naruto any longer.
Sasuke watched him warily, but curiously too. He didn't know why, but face to what had been one of the biggest enemies of Konoha -- worse even than Orochimaru in terms of sheer damage and body count -- he didn't feel any need to even check he had weapons or drop in a defensive crouch. He felt... well, safe might not be the best word; the Kyuubi was dangerous even to him, but... as safe as one could possibly be around such an unpredictable creature.
Fascinated too. But that was expected. High chakra levels always gave him something of a figurative hard-on.
The creature was ignoring him for now. He had dropped into a low, animalistic crouch, some of his weight on his hands, and was taking in big lungfuls of the forest's scents, blood-red eyes taking in every little detail with a raw hunger that made Sasuke shiver.
Naruto wasn't a small guy anymore; hell, he had almost a half-head and fifteen pounds on Sasuke. But somehow when it was the Kyuubi in control, it felt like he was taking up thrice the space he usually did.
"What did you want, boy?"
Kyuubi was stretching, like a cat, eyes half-closed in sheer hedonistic pleasure. He didn't seem to even be looking at Sasuke. Even knowing that the demon-fox was probably very aware of his stance and position, it was still mildly annoying; Sasuke disliked nothing more than being considered too negligible a threat to be taken into account.
"You know what I want. I want to know why you want that child."
"What is it to you?" the fox snorted, and rolled in the grass casually, as if he was alone.
"Sakura and Naruto are my teammates. If it's going to come back and bite them in the ass, I'd rather she abort the brat now."
Kyuubi lifted his head and gave him a burning glare.
"Who says you have a say?"
Sasuke snorted. "Sakura is in love with me. You know I can sway her if I decide to do so."
For a fleeting second, he could see Naruto's hurt, anguished expression on the blond's face as the eyes flitted to blue and back to red, but he forced himself to ignore it. It was for the idiot's own good that he was saying that.
Kyuubi gave him a long, considering look, then smirked, displaying more fangs than a human mouth ought to possess.
"Who says it's not yours?"
Sasuke stopped moving so utterly that the loud beat filling his ears seemed incongruous. "What?" he whispered; the world was spinning.
Kyuubi snorted, baring his fangs.
"You were there too. We mounted you as you mounted her," he added, illustrating his subject with crude hand gestures. "Then we watched as you mounted her again. Who says the cub's not yours?"
Sasuke spluttered, not even thinking far enough to blush. The--but-- what...?
With a disgusted snort, the fox-demon rolled on all four and turned away. Sasuke watched him blankly, his brain sluggishly moving through these new revelations.
"But-- it can't be..."
But the fox hadn't been lying, though. It was possible. He should have thought of that before!! Hell, they should all have thought of that before!! He had just assumed-- well, he didn't know what he had assumed. That it was Naruto's heat, not his, and he was only an accessory, maybe. That Naruto had nailed Sakura first, so anything happening after that was coincidental -- but it wasn't always the case, was it?
There was a chance the baby was his.
There was a chance he wasn't the last Uchiha anymore.
"Still set on convincing her to get rid of it?"
You don't need to sound so fucking smug, Sasuke thought, but he didn't say anything.
The demon in a boy's body laughed, a low, purring, utterly amused sound that made him want to bury a few kunai in his throat, but the knowledge that it was still Naruto's body as well as the certainty that he'd be dead before finishing his throw stilled his hand.
"You-- really think it might be mine? Or are you just saying that to fuck with me?"
The fox burst out laughing a second time. It sounded a bit deranged, and way too cruel to be coming from Naruto's throat.
"When I want to fuck with you, you will know it, ice-brat. I doubt you get on you knees so often that you can mistake the position for anything else."
Against his best efforts, Sasuke's cheeks reddened, but he couldn't say if it was anger or acute embarrassment.
"You know that's not what I mean," he snarled, aggravated.
"How should I? I'm not in your head. Though if you want me in you, there are better parts to use."
"Can't you stop being a pervert two seconds?!"
Gah! He couldn't believe the damn fox had made him lose his cool. He was usually immune to that sort of jibes, but then he rarely heard them from a male who actually had the power to get away with acting on them.
"I'm kitsune. We like to fuck. Get used to it."
"Stop trying to sidetrack me. Why do you want that child so bad?" 'Even though it might be mine?' he thought, but didn't add. He didn't want the fox to bury him under irrelevant details.
It was unnerving how well Naruto's usually cheerful face could convey cold threat. Sasuke didn't flinch, though. His brother's eyes were just as red, and they were a lot scarier. Mostly because they promised pain, yet didn't seem to care one way or another for the person they were promising horrible suffering and a messy death to. The Kyuubi's eyes were full of barely contained rage and offense. As long as there was feeling in someone, it was possible to manipulate them into not attacking, or attacking sloppily -- but when they went emotionless, it became unavoidable.
"Tell me why and I might believe you and help. But even if it's mine-- if you give no reason, I'll assume it's for something awful." And then I'll get Sakura to abort it, he wanted to add, but he didn't, because he wasn't sure he would be able to use his influence on her that way. He hadn't been sure he could when he had still believed he was for nothing in the tiny life taking root inside her; and now ...
Kyuubi spat on the grass, hissing in anger, and bared his fangs at him.
"Depends who you ask," he replied snidely. "Your village will find it awful, no doubt about it."
Sasuke didn't say anything, just waited. But that didn't work; the fox just pretended to watch a bird flying through the branches, ignoring him.
"... Can Naruto tell me?"
The fox sent him a quick glare.
"No."
"Because he doesn't know?"
"Because he's too stupid to see we have the same fucking reason!! Mine just isn't cushioned by layers upon layers of pathetic sentimentalism."
Sasuke just waited patiently, a little while longer. He didn't like being patient, but he had always been better at it than Naruto. He hoped it would be the same with Kyuubi.
"...I want to breed. Is that so difficult to believe? I can't die without leaving something behind."
Sasuke stared at him. The fox wanted a legacy? A heir? "... I see," he whispered finally.
He was just the same about his clan. The need to rebuild it, for the village, for his dead parents, was overwhelming at times; he had just always made himself wait until later, when his brother would be dead and his new clan would be safe, when he would be strong and old and wise enough to really deserve the title and place of patriarch. Right now, he was still a child, still not good enough.
The fox snorted and did another of his catlike full-body stretches. He still looked angry, resentful. Sasuke didn't feel like making an enemy out of him.
"... Okay, that's a good reason," he admitted finally. The fox would die with Naruto. Normally nine-tailed kitsune had centuries of life to look forward to; he wondered how old this one was, how many years he'd lost when the Fourth Hokage locked him inside a human baby. If he was to die before his time, the urge to leave something behind must be even more pressing.
"So why Sakura, then?" She was a pretty, healthy girl, but as far as power
went... well, she was only a second-generation ninja on her father's side, her mother had never held a kunai in her life, and she wasn't that powerful. He wondered what the fox considered worthy of bearing his offspring.
"The boy wants her."
"And you"? Sasuke asked, frowning faintly as he tried to understand how the demon's mind worked.
Kyuubi started making his way in his direction, and Sasuke watched him warily, tensing a little, pushing back the pain in his chest as he went a little more on alert than he'd been.
"A human bitch is a human bitch, pink fur or not. Her or the white-eyed girl, it was the same, but the boy refused the other one. Just as well; she was covered in that mangy dog-boy's scent," he added with a grimace of disdain.
Somehow, Sasuke didn't like the idea that it could have been Hinata instead. Not that he disliked Hinata, but... he didn't like her either. She was just not registering on his radar. She was too weak, too nice, not interesting... And she wasn't one of the three of them. It was weird that he wasn't jealous of Sakura, but would have been jealous of Hinata, or any other girl for that matter. Later maybe he would dwell on it, but for now the demon-fox was still approaching, slowly, deliberately, and for a second he felt like he was being hunted.
"So if you want a child so much," the black-haired boy asked casually as he stepped back, "it doesn't bother you that I may have ..." ack, he was back to a tree. "...impregnated someone you chose to bear your cubs?" Trapped. And the fox was still closing in slowly, straightening up to walk the last steps on his legs only.
"No." Kyuubi threw him a lazy smirk and pulled him in his arms without warning. "Because you're mine too. And your cubs will be my cubs."
Sasuke tensed; he didn't fight. It would be useless. Kyuubi couldn't do anything that Naruto would never, ever do -- he trusted the blond to pull out of it if it went too far, to take control again. If Kyuubi thought for one second that he could keep control indefinitely, he wouldn't be there any longer, he would have gotten back to Sakura-chan, made sure she would stay pregnant maybe, and then gone back to Konoha to finish the job. But the second he threatened anyone seriously, he would be back inside Naruto's mind; that was why he was staying calm and toying with Sasuke's nerves instead of doing anything worthwile.
Well, that was what the boy had deduced from his attitude and the discussion they'd just had with Sakura. He just hoped he was right.
And as a hot breath caressed his neck and sharp canines brushed against his skin, he surprised himself hoping very strongly indeed.
"Stop," he grunted, hands on Kyuubi's shoulders to hold him at bay. The effort made him wince as it pulled on his abdominal muscles, and the demon fox frowned and actually leaned back a little, giving him some space to breathe.
"What do you mean, my cubs will be your cubs?" he scowled. "If they're mine, then they won't take anything after you. I don't see how that will do anything for you."
The fox smirked at him, leaned forward, resting his forehead against Sasuke's in a gesture that should have been casually affectionate but was in fact kind of nerve-wracking. It was the teeth. They were too white and too sharp. "Maybe the blood in their veins won't be mine, but the chakra-- ahh, that will be a different matter indeed."
"What the hell does that mean?" the black-haired boy demanded, hands still planted on Kyuubi's shoulders to keep him from pressing against Sasuke's body. "I don't get it. If they're my children, they can't be yours..."
The fox scoffed. "It doesn't matter whose body fathers them."
"But--"
He would have asked more details, but it was hard to speak with a hand down his pants and teeth biting his ear.
Despite the aggressiveness, maybe even because of it, it would have felt good, maybe even good enough to let the damn fox get away with it, if he hadn't pushed his chest against Sasuke's to back him up against the tree. And then suddenly the black-haired boy couldn't breathe, and it wasn't in the flattering way.
and that's all bwahahahahaha.
Now review. Tell me if you found typos, weird ass grammar things, stuff that only makes sense in my head. I need your help!
Oh, and I wrote a little on Heero's Week. not enough to post, but i can feel the story again. *^^*
Me bed now. *falls ded*
joosetta and joisbishmyoga, who inspire me again and again until I fall over from lack of sleep with blisters on my fingers. I should get other muses, because you're evil, girls. i love you two anyway.Chapter 5
(Sasuke)
Sakura was crying again. Sighing, Sasuke vowed to sort the matter out by himself if he had to, if only so that next time they had a crisis, she could go cry on Naruto.
He couldn't think of anything to say, so he listened and patted her back gently, and even --surprising himself-- rocked her a little, all the while trying not to think. He didn't want to imagine what would be worse, that she would have that baby or that she wouldn't. If she decided not to, it would hurt her and Naruto both; but if she decided to -- there was the villagers' reaction to consider, and maybe they would have to move in together. And raise the child together.
And he would be an outsider again-- no. Don't think.
"Can I do anything?" he asked at some point.
"Can you bring my mother here?" she asked. She sounded so weary now.
He didn't answer.
"Then no, there's nothing you can do right now. Thanks for asking, though," she added, giving him a pitifully weak smile. "I just... need to think. Or not think-- maybe that would be best. Maybe I should... nap. Or something. All will look better once I'm not so stressed and tired. Right?"
She was doing a fine job of convincing herself, so he just nodded in the blanks.
"So I'm going to sleep. Uhm. You should... Find Naruto. Make sure he's not doing anything stupid. And... well, we have a pretty good proof that it's true; the K-kyuubi can't control him. So... I still trust him, okay? I still-- he's still my boy. That won't change. Can you tell him that?"
That seemed like a pretty good plan. She would be safe here; there were traps all around the place and the biggest animals wouldn't be able to climb that high up the slippery bark. And he was a little worried about the idiot.
"I will. You... have a nice nap. Things always look better in the morning," he felt compelled to add, feeling a bit silly; she'd just said something like that not a minute ago.
For some reason, he felt like he had to kiss her cheek. When she blushed and then smiled at him, in a more sincere way, he decided that it hadn't been such a bad idea, since at least now she felt better. Even though now her eyes showed a little hint of that faraway, dreamy look girls got around him that usually made him feel so uneasy. She wasn't trying to molest him; that was okay.
"You should go now," she told him with a regretful sigh.
He nodded, letting her go, then got up and jumped off the tree.
There was a red, piercing pain in his chest, and he wondered for a second if his cracked ribs had broken all the way. But he didn't feel the move, so he kept going, ignoring the pain.
Finding Naruto's tracks wasn't difficult in the least. The forest was littered with broken branches and uprooted grass, the trees were gouged, claw marks all over the bark, and a few times he even walked past dead animals.
Finally he felt Naruto's chakra, and heard the sound of fists against flesh and bushes crushed as a body landed heavily on them. Naruto was facing a tiger the size of two horses; another lay in a mangled mass of fur and flesh a few feet away.
Sasuke didn't say anything, just watched as his teammate dispatched the monster easily.
Naruto stood, head bowed, arms gloved in wet red up to his elbows, his breath so harsh it sounded like a growl. Sasuke didn't say anything there either; the blond would acknowledge him in his own time.
When he turned, just a little, to glance at him from beneath his messy bangs, Sasuke wasn’t surprised in the least by the red eyes. He arched an eyebrow at the spreading whisker marks, though. He'd always assumed they were scars.
"What do you want, Uchiha?" the blond growled, not bothering to turn toward him all the way.
"I want to talk to the Kyuubi."
The whole forest seemed to freeze.
"You... what?" Naruto asked, finally facing him.
"You heard," he snapped back, the pain in his chest making him impatient. "I
want to know why he wants that child so much, if it's not to possess it."
Naruto's mouth opened and closed a few times, and then he bit his lip and looked away.
"Sasuke... He's not... Not nice..."
"And I am?" Sasuke asked dryly, arching an eyebrow.
Naruto laughed nervously. "Right. Uhm. I've never done that before, so..."
Sasuke waited as Naruto closed his eyes and his features relaxed slowly. And then, there was a shift. He couldn't have explained what had changed, but something had.
When the blond opened his eyes, he wasn't quite Naruto any longer.
Sasuke watched him warily, but curiously too. He didn't know why, but face to what had been one of the biggest enemies of Konoha -- worse even than Orochimaru in terms of sheer damage and body count -- he didn't feel any need to even check he had weapons or drop in a defensive crouch. He felt... well, safe might not be the best word; the Kyuubi was dangerous even to him, but... as safe as one could possibly be around such an unpredictable creature.
Fascinated too. But that was expected. High chakra levels always gave him something of a figurative hard-on.
The creature was ignoring him for now. He had dropped into a low, animalistic crouch, some of his weight on his hands, and was taking in big lungfuls of the forest's scents, blood-red eyes taking in every little detail with a raw hunger that made Sasuke shiver.
Naruto wasn't a small guy anymore; hell, he had almost a half-head and fifteen pounds on Sasuke. But somehow when it was the Kyuubi in control, it felt like he was taking up thrice the space he usually did.
"What did you want, boy?"
Kyuubi was stretching, like a cat, eyes half-closed in sheer hedonistic pleasure. He didn't seem to even be looking at Sasuke. Even knowing that the demon-fox was probably very aware of his stance and position, it was still mildly annoying; Sasuke disliked nothing more than being considered too negligible a threat to be taken into account.
"You know what I want. I want to know why you want that child."
"What is it to you?" the fox snorted, and rolled in the grass casually, as if he was alone.
"Sakura and Naruto are my teammates. If it's going to come back and bite them in the ass, I'd rather she abort the brat now."
Kyuubi lifted his head and gave him a burning glare.
"Who says you have a say?"
Sasuke snorted. "Sakura is in love with me. You know I can sway her if I decide to do so."
For a fleeting second, he could see Naruto's hurt, anguished expression on the blond's face as the eyes flitted to blue and back to red, but he forced himself to ignore it. It was for the idiot's own good that he was saying that.
Kyuubi gave him a long, considering look, then smirked, displaying more fangs than a human mouth ought to possess.
"Who says it's not yours?"
Sasuke stopped moving so utterly that the loud beat filling his ears seemed incongruous. "What?" he whispered; the world was spinning.
Kyuubi snorted, baring his fangs.
"You were there too. We mounted you as you mounted her," he added, illustrating his subject with crude hand gestures. "Then we watched as you mounted her again. Who says the cub's not yours?"
Sasuke spluttered, not even thinking far enough to blush. The--but-- what...?
With a disgusted snort, the fox-demon rolled on all four and turned away. Sasuke watched him blankly, his brain sluggishly moving through these new revelations.
"But-- it can't be..."
But the fox hadn't been lying, though. It was possible. He should have thought of that before!! Hell, they should all have thought of that before!! He had just assumed-- well, he didn't know what he had assumed. That it was Naruto's heat, not his, and he was only an accessory, maybe. That Naruto had nailed Sakura first, so anything happening after that was coincidental -- but it wasn't always the case, was it?
There was a chance the baby was his.
There was a chance he wasn't the last Uchiha anymore.
"Still set on convincing her to get rid of it?"
You don't need to sound so fucking smug, Sasuke thought, but he didn't say anything.
The demon in a boy's body laughed, a low, purring, utterly amused sound that made him want to bury a few kunai in his throat, but the knowledge that it was still Naruto's body as well as the certainty that he'd be dead before finishing his throw stilled his hand.
"You-- really think it might be mine? Or are you just saying that to fuck with me?"
The fox burst out laughing a second time. It sounded a bit deranged, and way too cruel to be coming from Naruto's throat.
"When I want to fuck with you, you will know it, ice-brat. I doubt you get on you knees so often that you can mistake the position for anything else."
Against his best efforts, Sasuke's cheeks reddened, but he couldn't say if it was anger or acute embarrassment.
"You know that's not what I mean," he snarled, aggravated.
"How should I? I'm not in your head. Though if you want me in you, there are better parts to use."
"Can't you stop being a pervert two seconds?!"
Gah! He couldn't believe the damn fox had made him lose his cool. He was usually immune to that sort of jibes, but then he rarely heard them from a male who actually had the power to get away with acting on them.
"I'm kitsune. We like to fuck. Get used to it."
"Stop trying to sidetrack me. Why do you want that child so bad?" 'Even though it might be mine?' he thought, but didn't add. He didn't want the fox to bury him under irrelevant details.
It was unnerving how well Naruto's usually cheerful face could convey cold threat. Sasuke didn't flinch, though. His brother's eyes were just as red, and they were a lot scarier. Mostly because they promised pain, yet didn't seem to care one way or another for the person they were promising horrible suffering and a messy death to. The Kyuubi's eyes were full of barely contained rage and offense. As long as there was feeling in someone, it was possible to manipulate them into not attacking, or attacking sloppily -- but when they went emotionless, it became unavoidable.
"Tell me why and I might believe you and help. But even if it's mine-- if you give no reason, I'll assume it's for something awful." And then I'll get Sakura to abort it, he wanted to add, but he didn't, because he wasn't sure he would be able to use his influence on her that way. He hadn't been sure he could when he had still believed he was for nothing in the tiny life taking root inside her; and now ...
Kyuubi spat on the grass, hissing in anger, and bared his fangs at him.
"Depends who you ask," he replied snidely. "Your village will find it awful, no doubt about it."
Sasuke didn't say anything, just waited. But that didn't work; the fox just pretended to watch a bird flying through the branches, ignoring him.
"... Can Naruto tell me?"
The fox sent him a quick glare.
"No."
"Because he doesn't know?"
"Because he's too stupid to see we have the same fucking reason!! Mine just isn't cushioned by layers upon layers of pathetic sentimentalism."
Sasuke just waited patiently, a little while longer. He didn't like being patient, but he had always been better at it than Naruto. He hoped it would be the same with Kyuubi.
"...I want to breed. Is that so difficult to believe? I can't die without leaving something behind."
Sasuke stared at him. The fox wanted a legacy? A heir? "... I see," he whispered finally.
He was just the same about his clan. The need to rebuild it, for the village, for his dead parents, was overwhelming at times; he had just always made himself wait until later, when his brother would be dead and his new clan would be safe, when he would be strong and old and wise enough to really deserve the title and place of patriarch. Right now, he was still a child, still not good enough.
The fox snorted and did another of his catlike full-body stretches. He still looked angry, resentful. Sasuke didn't feel like making an enemy out of him.
"... Okay, that's a good reason," he admitted finally. The fox would die with Naruto. Normally nine-tailed kitsune had centuries of life to look forward to; he wondered how old this one was, how many years he'd lost when the Fourth Hokage locked him inside a human baby. If he was to die before his time, the urge to leave something behind must be even more pressing.
"So why Sakura, then?" She was a pretty, healthy girl, but as far as power
went... well, she was only a second-generation ninja on her father's side, her mother had never held a kunai in her life, and she wasn't that powerful. He wondered what the fox considered worthy of bearing his offspring.
"The boy wants her."
"And you"? Sasuke asked, frowning faintly as he tried to understand how the demon's mind worked.
Kyuubi started making his way in his direction, and Sasuke watched him warily, tensing a little, pushing back the pain in his chest as he went a little more on alert than he'd been.
"A human bitch is a human bitch, pink fur or not. Her or the white-eyed girl, it was the same, but the boy refused the other one. Just as well; she was covered in that mangy dog-boy's scent," he added with a grimace of disdain.
Somehow, Sasuke didn't like the idea that it could have been Hinata instead. Not that he disliked Hinata, but... he didn't like her either. She was just not registering on his radar. She was too weak, too nice, not interesting... And she wasn't one of the three of them. It was weird that he wasn't jealous of Sakura, but would have been jealous of Hinata, or any other girl for that matter. Later maybe he would dwell on it, but for now the demon-fox was still approaching, slowly, deliberately, and for a second he felt like he was being hunted.
"So if you want a child so much," the black-haired boy asked casually as he stepped back, "it doesn't bother you that I may have ..." ack, he was back to a tree. "...impregnated someone you chose to bear your cubs?" Trapped. And the fox was still closing in slowly, straightening up to walk the last steps on his legs only.
"No." Kyuubi threw him a lazy smirk and pulled him in his arms without warning. "Because you're mine too. And your cubs will be my cubs."
Sasuke tensed; he didn't fight. It would be useless. Kyuubi couldn't do anything that Naruto would never, ever do -- he trusted the blond to pull out of it if it went too far, to take control again. If Kyuubi thought for one second that he could keep control indefinitely, he wouldn't be there any longer, he would have gotten back to Sakura-chan, made sure she would stay pregnant maybe, and then gone back to Konoha to finish the job. But the second he threatened anyone seriously, he would be back inside Naruto's mind; that was why he was staying calm and toying with Sasuke's nerves instead of doing anything worthwile.
Well, that was what the boy had deduced from his attitude and the discussion they'd just had with Sakura. He just hoped he was right.
And as a hot breath caressed his neck and sharp canines brushed against his skin, he surprised himself hoping very strongly indeed.
"Stop," he grunted, hands on Kyuubi's shoulders to hold him at bay. The effort made him wince as it pulled on his abdominal muscles, and the demon fox frowned and actually leaned back a little, giving him some space to breathe.
"What do you mean, my cubs will be your cubs?" he scowled. "If they're mine, then they won't take anything after you. I don't see how that will do anything for you."
The fox smirked at him, leaned forward, resting his forehead against Sasuke's in a gesture that should have been casually affectionate but was in fact kind of nerve-wracking. It was the teeth. They were too white and too sharp. "Maybe the blood in their veins won't be mine, but the chakra-- ahh, that will be a different matter indeed."
"What the hell does that mean?" the black-haired boy demanded, hands still planted on Kyuubi's shoulders to keep him from pressing against Sasuke's body. "I don't get it. If they're my children, they can't be yours..."
The fox scoffed. "It doesn't matter whose body fathers them."
"But--"
He would have asked more details, but it was hard to speak with a hand down his pants and teeth biting his ear.
Despite the aggressiveness, maybe even because of it, it would have felt good, maybe even good enough to let the damn fox get away with it, if he hadn't pushed his chest against Sasuke's to back him up against the tree. And then suddenly the black-haired boy couldn't breathe, and it wasn't in the flattering way.
and that's all bwahahahahaha.
Now review. Tell me if you found typos, weird ass grammar things, stuff that only makes sense in my head. I need your help!
Oh, and I wrote a little on Heero's Week. not enough to post, but i can feel the story again. *^^*
Me bed now. *falls ded*
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For a foul mouthed beast, Kyuubi is as potently seductive as any kitsune I have seen. There is a definite attraction to the animalistic clarity that he has that Naruto sometimes shares. Hunger,need, and want on a instinctive level beyond any human doubts or quibbles. Sakura is his. Sasuke is his. This baby is his. Nothing more or less.
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The poor girl needs a little love and reassurance, hopefully Sasuke and his ribs will be up for the challenge.
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Only figurative?
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The whole thing just makes me want to curl up in a ball and purr with contentment.
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*petcuddles* *scritches your ears*
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Evil.
Write more! *wink*
LoL, anyways, I didn't see anything that really stood out, but then again, I wasn't really looking.
...damn, now I wanna know what happened to Sasuke. :P
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Whatcha mean, what happened to Sasuke? So many replies for this one question if you don't detail it. X3
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you knees <--your knees
That would be the only typo I saw. Otherwise, I am in a very happy place where I actually got a little more one a Naruto fic which is *gasp and amazement* good. Thank you for that.
I do believe I will friend you to make finding more of them that much easier. ;)
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*sneakily friends back*
*DROOL*
*Prrrrrrrr*
Naomi
Re: *DROOL*
I think.
*writes*
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I also like the way you've fit Kyuubi into mortality. Since he's only got a century where he used to have forever... well it's no wonder he's a horny bastard. Err... still, here's hoping Kyuubi notices something wrong with Sasuke before the poor sexy little thing asphyxiates.
Oh, an by the way, I added you to my friends list. Makes for easier checking out the new stuff. Heh. Oh, and I like the "Sasuke 101" button. 'S cool.
*hugs you and wanders away to work on her own fics*
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*has very inappopriate mental image of kyuubi humping unconscious!turningblue!Sasuke* XD
*is added* o__o;;;
The icon was made by Amayako ^^ I love it *cuddlecuddles icon*
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YEA! ^_^ i love this chapter. sasuke was still himself, but i love how u wrote him. love the part about that the only people that sasuke notice is sakura and naruto. >) hehehehehehe, love that part.
I love your kyubi! he is how i picture him. heehehe, i love when he said "I'm kitsune. We like to fuck. Get used to it." so true in kitsune's nature.
this is my fav long story on sasusakunaru coupling! it is so hard to find good, long stories about my fav coupling. *sigh* but this makes up for the lack of them. ^_^ *glomps* LOVE THIS FIC!! MORE!!
now, i need to go take a cold shower.
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