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OMIGAD IZZAT SUM TEAMWORK??!?!!1
I feel like it drags on a bit toward the middle, but that might be because i spent way too long on it. I'll see if I still feel like that later. ~_~ also suggestions spelling grammar blahblah plz thank u ♥
"Hey, Naruto... You're..." Sakura trailed off, but her meaning was clear enough, as clear as the way she was staring at his face -- fangs and slit pupils and widened whiskers marks, no doubt.
Naruto shrugged and smiled at her. "Foxy? Yep. It's alright." He stepped back, freeing them. "Okay, let's do it. ...Oh hey, Sakura-chan," he added, leering at her, and her hands, clenched on the edges of her robe, "I didn't realize you needed to get naked. Niiiice."
Sakura recovered enough to glare at him; he grinned back, approving.
"I'm not naked." Huffing, she stepped toward the middle of the dojo, muttering under her breath as her stiff fingers fought with her belt. "I couldn't take a naked ritual seriously, anyway. I would be too embarrassed to do anything but giggle."
Naruto followed, throwing his shirt in a corner and taking his place on the symbol that mirrored hers. "Whaaat? You'd look awesome. Like a priestess of arcane... stuff. Powers beyond man's understanding and all that bull. What do they call it, skyclad? Yeah, you'd look all kinds of nice, naked under the stars."
She rolled her eyes as she took off the robe, revealing a plain sports bra and her usual black biker shorts. They looked a lot nicer with no skirt to obstruct the view.
"I'm a bit out of date as a virgin sacrifice, you know."
"It's alright," Naruto retorted as he stretched his legs and leaned back on his hands casually. "We can sacrifice Sasuke. He's not a virgin either, but the way he acts, I'm sure no one will be able to tell the difference."
Sasuke scowled at him over the edge of the ink bowl where he was mixing in more of his blood. "Oh, go to hell. You talk like you're a slut, but you don't have any more experience than I do."
Naruto snorted, teeth bared in a hard grin. He didn't remember whether Sasuke had Sakura before or after Naruto took him, but Naruto had been Sasuke's first male; and knowing the misanthropic bastard, he was pretty sure he'd be Sasuke's last even if Naruto died tomorrow. "Sure I do."
"Porn magazines don't count as experience. If that were the case, every prepubescent brat raiding his parents' closet for a laugh would be a sex guru."
In that light, memories of Kyuubi's sex life probably didn't count either, even if he remembered way too many sounds, scents and feelings to compare simple photographs to them. He grinned anyway, with even more teeth. "I got a blowjob once. Top that, bitch."
Sasuke just stared at him, the brush he was using to mix the ink coming to a stop. Naruto's fangy grin widened.
"You can't, eh? Ha! I win."
Sasuke started mixing his stuff again. "I'm trying to figure out who would get anywhere close to your dick of their own will, but it's not computing."
Naruto snuck a glance at Sakura. She was sitting in her spot and biting her lip, and didn't seem inclined to say anything. Damn. Naruto had hoped she would interrupt them. He grumbled under his breath, "It was a prostitute, during a trip with Jiraiya."
Sasuke smirked thinly, like he didn't need to add anything to that.
Naruto growled. "Shut up, I still win."
"Um, guys, can we--"
"Like hell you win, you had to pay someone."
"Hey! I didn't ask her, she was the one who started it!"
"Because she could tell you were an easy mark!"
"Neither of you wins."
Silence fell in the dojo.
For a little while, at least. "... Uh. What?"
Sakura's cheeks were red, but she didn't back down; if anything, she glared even harder. "Neither of you wins, because I do. There, are you happy? I know I am. I always wanted to win a game of 'who has the biggest penis'." She didn't need to tack on an 'idiots' at the end; her tone came through clear enough.
Naruto was still trying to decide whether to be jealous or ruefully amused when Kyuubi purred out an appreciative laugh. /And now your pink slut only lacks a set of balls to be manlier than your bitch./
Sasuke wasn't so amused. "Wait a minute here. You had sex before -- and you never said anything?"
Sakura sighed wearily. "Listen, it isn't that I'm not happy you're jealous--"
Sasuke twitched. "I'm not--"
"...But this really isn't anything we have time to debate now. All you need to know is that it wasn't anyone from Konoha, and he really, really doesn't matter anymore, didn't even matter as much as I thought back then, and hasn't mattered at all for years. Now can we please get a move on -- preferably before the sun rises? The moon isn't going to wait for us."
Sasuke closed his eyes, and then sighed, deep and slow. Naruto relaxed; Sasuke still didn't look very happy, but apparently the touch of urgency in Sakura's voice had reached him.
"Alright. Later," Sasuke capitulated.
Still on edge, Sakura nodded quickly, hands flitting nervously all over the place. "Yes, yes, afterwards, anything you want to know--"
"The length of his wang?"
"Naruto!"
Naruto grinned. Panic successfully avoided. "Gotta reassure Sasuke that he's bigger, after all."
Sasuke sneered. "I don't have your insecurities, nor your reason to have them."
"Oi--"
This time Sakura didn't need to say anything; her discouraged slump was obvious enough. Naruto sighed in irritation; but he would /fuck/ pummel Sasuke into the ground later.
"Okay, yeah, we're done. Let's get started."
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched at that, but only rolled his eyes briefly and didn't retort anything.
Sakura took a deep breath, and lay down on her back, squirming a little to make herself comfortable on the wooden floor before she went still. Sasuke moved from his cross-legged position to a more formal one, kneeling at her side, back ramrod straight, knees slightly apart. Naruto thought of samurais, and vaguely regretted the T-shirt Sasuke was wearing; formal kimono would have suited him better right now.
Sakura folded her arms to keep them out of Sasuke's way and smiled up bravely. "I'm ready."
"Alright," he replied, brushing his fingers against her arm discreetly.
Naruto propped himself up on his elbow, and watched as Sasuke leaned over Sakura and lifted the brush out of its bowl. Thick black ink dripped on her bare stomach; Naruto purred quietly when the tip of the brush dipped into the ink, and started to glide around her navel with deliberate slowness.
Sasuke started with a spiral reminiscent of Naruto's own, following it with lines of symbols that crawled their way down her hips and sides, connecting her to the array on the floor. The wet, glistening trail highlighted the gentle curves of her body.
"Naruto." Sasuke's tone was absent; he didn't look at the blond. "You should try to meditate. Make sure your chakra flows properly."
Naruto frowned. It was hard to mix his chakra and watch the scenery. But if they thought it would help... grumbling, he gave the tableau a last look and lay down.
On the ceiling, just overhead, there was a quickly penciled doodle of a man, with little schematics of how far apart he should put his feet and where his elbows were allowed to be; it surprised a laugh out of Naruto.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, Sakura-chan, you should be an artist," he teased as he obligingly copied the indicated position.
"What -- oh, that..."
She sounded like she was blushing. Perhaps she would have said more, but Sasuke shushed her; talking made her body move, and he was still painting. Naruto relaxed, contemplating the little fellow. He had a zigzag for hair and actual whiskers that poked out of the sides of his round face.
"Pretty sure my eyes aren't that beady, though."
Sakura stifled a snicker; Sasuke huffed quietly, though he didn't look up. "Naruto... Meditate. You need to be able to control the surge of demonic chakra when we make the connection."
"Yeah, yeah."
He meditated, making himself aware, first of the room -- Sakura and Sasuke's breathing, the soft slide of the brush, the scents inside the dojo, of old sweat and incense and ink, faded presences worn away to a few wisps he might have been imagining -- and then of his body, the slow movement of his lungs and the beat of his heart and the subtle, permanent tension in his muscles -- the way each living cell produced chakra. Slowly, he started channeling that chakra toward his center.
The rasp of clothes and the bare feet padding toward him disturbed his concentration; he opened an eye to see Sasuke leaning over him. "My turn already?"
"Yeah. Shut up and don't move."
Naruto snorted, but the calm from the meditation hadn't entirely left him yet. He closed his eyes again, waiting for the first drop of paint.
It wasn't really cold, but it wasn't warm either; kind of thick, and a little sticky. But then, what had he expected? It was ink and blood.
Sasuke had lost a little too much blood today, between the paint and the barrier around the district, and Naruto knew that Sakura couldn't use her chakra to fix him. But he would hold on until the end; he was too stubborn not to.
"Put your palms flat on the ground."
Naruto obliged, and felt the brush travel up his chest and then down his arm in quick little flicks. It felt weird, ticklish and wet, and too light a touch to do anything but tease. He grinned anyway, eyes still closed. "Nice scenery, huh?"
Sasuke snorted. "Absolutely delightful. Let me concentrate."
Sasuke was soon finished; apart from connecting him to the array through his arms, there wasn't much to paint on Naruto; the bulk of it was going to be on Sakura. Naruto tracked his progress to the corner reserved to the spellcaster through sound.
There was a pause, where even Sakura's breathing stopped.
"... Let's do this."
Naruto chuckled. "Heh. We're waiting on you, bastard."
"This is the stupidest idea we've ever had," Sakura commented from her own corner.
Naruto's smile widened. It hadn't been Sakura's idea at all; but here she was, ready to gamble everything she had on it anyway. It hadn't been Sasuke's idea either, though without him it would have stayed a silly flight of fancy.
He wasn't going to let them down.
He sank into himself, with the sound of their breathing and Sasuke's whispers stretching behind him like a lifeline.
"...Dragon, Snake, Hare, Rooster..."
Sasuke's low voice buzzed in his ears, or perhaps it was the beat of his heart. Slow, but strong; heavy. His chakra ebbed and flowed along with the ancient rhythm, pooling at his center to mix a little red with blue, and then letting it spread along his spine, his legs, his arms, up to the tips of his fingers. It was easy, like the tides -- ebb and flow, ebb and flow...
The darkness under his eyelids slowly turned to green. He wasn't surprised. He took a step toward the cage, water sloshing around his ankles. Fiery red bubbled to the surface with each of his steps.
Their steps.
Mirror. Himself, standing behind the bars, at the edge of the endless dark. A blue glow highlighting a spread of deep grooves on his cheeks. Crimson eyes. A wild, reddish-gold mane. His face. His body, beyond which weaved and slithered nine shadows.
"-- Snake, Ram, Rat --"
They took a last step and paused, meeting their other's eyes, and for a few seconds weren't sure on which side of the bars they were, or even whether that mattered.
What mattered was when the tail -- the power -- snaked through the bars, seeped into his skin, mixed with his own life-force. And then it was his to control. And then a second; and a third. It was heady. It felt so right. A fourth -- and then he reached into the cage and pulled a fifth away from his mirror image. They growled at each other, fangs bared.
"-- Ox, Dragon, Ox, Tiger --"
But there was the child.
When the fifth tail passed under his control, the red eyes' pupils turned round and the scarred cheeks smoothed out.
He -- they -- walked away from the cage, and his footfalls rang twice, and two shadows followed on the green walls. A mountain of burnished fur, evil intent and raw chakra lay still behind him, half-swallowed by the darkness.
"-- Dragon." Silence. "Naruto."
There was a door now, on the opposite wall from the cage, where there had been none before; a human-sized door covered in scribbles that hurt his eyes when he stared. He opened it, watched the ankle-deep, chakra-infused water of his own cage-room flow, spreading down the new corridor.
There was a gate along the way -- a thick metal grill like one might find in a castle, that wouldn't let a human arm pass, never mind a demon's paw.
Somewhere beyond was his child.
He was at the gate before he even wondered if he should, his double-steps echoing like a stampede in the narrow corridor. But the child -- it had been starved of chakra for so long. Was it still growing normally? Was it weakened -- stunted -- dying?
The gate was heavy in his hands; but not heavy enough, once he used one of his tails to brace himself. He pulled, fangs bared. His child. His, his, his. Like hell he would let them make it some sickly little cripple.
He gave a last grunt of effort, the thick, heavy metal bars digging into his hands.
And then triumph -- and tearing, searing pain.
Naruto stumbled alone in the water; and when he threw himself at the falling gate, wisps of red chakra died in his empty hands. The green corridors were ringing with the echoes of Kyuubi's run, and on the walls, his shadow danced, fox and then man and then fox.
"No!" Naruto raged, throwing himself on the barrier. It didn't budge. He stumbled, fell on one knee; everything hurt and was off-kilter and he couldn't think right -- the baby, the baby -- his mate -- Sakura -- he could think enough. Lifting -- he needed to lift it. Enough, just enough -- he stayed on his knees, and when it was at chest-height he wriggled underneath and almost got a foot snapped off and he didn't care, he was hunting.
His baby. His mate. Couldn't let the demon hurt them -- how had he lied to Naruto? They'd been one, how --
Up ahead and all around, there was a woman's scream; and somewhere far beyond the green corridors, Naruto's partner yelled and fell silent.
"Hey, Naruto... You're..." Sakura trailed off, but her meaning was clear enough, as clear as the way she was staring at his face -- fangs and slit pupils and widened whiskers marks, no doubt.
Naruto shrugged and smiled at her. "Foxy? Yep. It's alright." He stepped back, freeing them. "Okay, let's do it. ...Oh hey, Sakura-chan," he added, leering at her, and her hands, clenched on the edges of her robe, "I didn't realize you needed to get naked. Niiiice."
Sakura recovered enough to glare at him; he grinned back, approving.
"I'm not naked." Huffing, she stepped toward the middle of the dojo, muttering under her breath as her stiff fingers fought with her belt. "I couldn't take a naked ritual seriously, anyway. I would be too embarrassed to do anything but giggle."
Naruto followed, throwing his shirt in a corner and taking his place on the symbol that mirrored hers. "Whaaat? You'd look awesome. Like a priestess of arcane... stuff. Powers beyond man's understanding and all that bull. What do they call it, skyclad? Yeah, you'd look all kinds of nice, naked under the stars."
She rolled her eyes as she took off the robe, revealing a plain sports bra and her usual black biker shorts. They looked a lot nicer with no skirt to obstruct the view.
"I'm a bit out of date as a virgin sacrifice, you know."
"It's alright," Naruto retorted as he stretched his legs and leaned back on his hands casually. "We can sacrifice Sasuke. He's not a virgin either, but the way he acts, I'm sure no one will be able to tell the difference."
Sasuke scowled at him over the edge of the ink bowl where he was mixing in more of his blood. "Oh, go to hell. You talk like you're a slut, but you don't have any more experience than I do."
Naruto snorted, teeth bared in a hard grin. He didn't remember whether Sasuke had Sakura before or after Naruto took him, but Naruto had been Sasuke's first male; and knowing the misanthropic bastard, he was pretty sure he'd be Sasuke's last even if Naruto died tomorrow. "Sure I do."
"Porn magazines don't count as experience. If that were the case, every prepubescent brat raiding his parents' closet for a laugh would be a sex guru."
In that light, memories of Kyuubi's sex life probably didn't count either, even if he remembered way too many sounds, scents and feelings to compare simple photographs to them. He grinned anyway, with even more teeth. "I got a blowjob once. Top that, bitch."
Sasuke just stared at him, the brush he was using to mix the ink coming to a stop. Naruto's fangy grin widened.
"You can't, eh? Ha! I win."
Sasuke started mixing his stuff again. "I'm trying to figure out who would get anywhere close to your dick of their own will, but it's not computing."
Naruto snuck a glance at Sakura. She was sitting in her spot and biting her lip, and didn't seem inclined to say anything. Damn. Naruto had hoped she would interrupt them. He grumbled under his breath, "It was a prostitute, during a trip with Jiraiya."
Sasuke smirked thinly, like he didn't need to add anything to that.
Naruto growled. "Shut up, I still win."
"Um, guys, can we--"
"Like hell you win, you had to pay someone."
"Hey! I didn't ask her, she was the one who started it!"
"Because she could tell you were an easy mark!"
"Neither of you wins."
Silence fell in the dojo.
For a little while, at least. "... Uh. What?"
Sakura's cheeks were red, but she didn't back down; if anything, she glared even harder. "Neither of you wins, because I do. There, are you happy? I know I am. I always wanted to win a game of 'who has the biggest penis'." She didn't need to tack on an 'idiots' at the end; her tone came through clear enough.
Naruto was still trying to decide whether to be jealous or ruefully amused when Kyuubi purred out an appreciative laugh. /And now your pink slut only lacks a set of balls to be manlier than your bitch./
Sasuke wasn't so amused. "Wait a minute here. You had sex before -- and you never said anything?"
Sakura sighed wearily. "Listen, it isn't that I'm not happy you're jealous--"
Sasuke twitched. "I'm not--"
"...But this really isn't anything we have time to debate now. All you need to know is that it wasn't anyone from Konoha, and he really, really doesn't matter anymore, didn't even matter as much as I thought back then, and hasn't mattered at all for years. Now can we please get a move on -- preferably before the sun rises? The moon isn't going to wait for us."
Sasuke closed his eyes, and then sighed, deep and slow. Naruto relaxed; Sasuke still didn't look very happy, but apparently the touch of urgency in Sakura's voice had reached him.
"Alright. Later," Sasuke capitulated.
Still on edge, Sakura nodded quickly, hands flitting nervously all over the place. "Yes, yes, afterwards, anything you want to know--"
"The length of his wang?"
"Naruto!"
Naruto grinned. Panic successfully avoided. "Gotta reassure Sasuke that he's bigger, after all."
Sasuke sneered. "I don't have your insecurities, nor your reason to have them."
"Oi--"
This time Sakura didn't need to say anything; her discouraged slump was obvious enough. Naruto sighed in irritation; but he would /fuck/ pummel Sasuke into the ground later.
"Okay, yeah, we're done. Let's get started."
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched at that, but only rolled his eyes briefly and didn't retort anything.
Sakura took a deep breath, and lay down on her back, squirming a little to make herself comfortable on the wooden floor before she went still. Sasuke moved from his cross-legged position to a more formal one, kneeling at her side, back ramrod straight, knees slightly apart. Naruto thought of samurais, and vaguely regretted the T-shirt Sasuke was wearing; formal kimono would have suited him better right now.
Sakura folded her arms to keep them out of Sasuke's way and smiled up bravely. "I'm ready."
"Alright," he replied, brushing his fingers against her arm discreetly.
Naruto propped himself up on his elbow, and watched as Sasuke leaned over Sakura and lifted the brush out of its bowl. Thick black ink dripped on her bare stomach; Naruto purred quietly when the tip of the brush dipped into the ink, and started to glide around her navel with deliberate slowness.
Sasuke started with a spiral reminiscent of Naruto's own, following it with lines of symbols that crawled their way down her hips and sides, connecting her to the array on the floor. The wet, glistening trail highlighted the gentle curves of her body.
"Naruto." Sasuke's tone was absent; he didn't look at the blond. "You should try to meditate. Make sure your chakra flows properly."
Naruto frowned. It was hard to mix his chakra and watch the scenery. But if they thought it would help... grumbling, he gave the tableau a last look and lay down.
On the ceiling, just overhead, there was a quickly penciled doodle of a man, with little schematics of how far apart he should put his feet and where his elbows were allowed to be; it surprised a laugh out of Naruto.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, Sakura-chan, you should be an artist," he teased as he obligingly copied the indicated position.
"What -- oh, that..."
She sounded like she was blushing. Perhaps she would have said more, but Sasuke shushed her; talking made her body move, and he was still painting. Naruto relaxed, contemplating the little fellow. He had a zigzag for hair and actual whiskers that poked out of the sides of his round face.
"Pretty sure my eyes aren't that beady, though."
Sakura stifled a snicker; Sasuke huffed quietly, though he didn't look up. "Naruto... Meditate. You need to be able to control the surge of demonic chakra when we make the connection."
"Yeah, yeah."
He meditated, making himself aware, first of the room -- Sakura and Sasuke's breathing, the soft slide of the brush, the scents inside the dojo, of old sweat and incense and ink, faded presences worn away to a few wisps he might have been imagining -- and then of his body, the slow movement of his lungs and the beat of his heart and the subtle, permanent tension in his muscles -- the way each living cell produced chakra. Slowly, he started channeling that chakra toward his center.
The rasp of clothes and the bare feet padding toward him disturbed his concentration; he opened an eye to see Sasuke leaning over him. "My turn already?"
"Yeah. Shut up and don't move."
Naruto snorted, but the calm from the meditation hadn't entirely left him yet. He closed his eyes again, waiting for the first drop of paint.
It wasn't really cold, but it wasn't warm either; kind of thick, and a little sticky. But then, what had he expected? It was ink and blood.
Sasuke had lost a little too much blood today, between the paint and the barrier around the district, and Naruto knew that Sakura couldn't use her chakra to fix him. But he would hold on until the end; he was too stubborn not to.
"Put your palms flat on the ground."
Naruto obliged, and felt the brush travel up his chest and then down his arm in quick little flicks. It felt weird, ticklish and wet, and too light a touch to do anything but tease. He grinned anyway, eyes still closed. "Nice scenery, huh?"
Sasuke snorted. "Absolutely delightful. Let me concentrate."
Sasuke was soon finished; apart from connecting him to the array through his arms, there wasn't much to paint on Naruto; the bulk of it was going to be on Sakura. Naruto tracked his progress to the corner reserved to the spellcaster through sound.
There was a pause, where even Sakura's breathing stopped.
"... Let's do this."
Naruto chuckled. "Heh. We're waiting on you, bastard."
"This is the stupidest idea we've ever had," Sakura commented from her own corner.
Naruto's smile widened. It hadn't been Sakura's idea at all; but here she was, ready to gamble everything she had on it anyway. It hadn't been Sasuke's idea either, though without him it would have stayed a silly flight of fancy.
He wasn't going to let them down.
He sank into himself, with the sound of their breathing and Sasuke's whispers stretching behind him like a lifeline.
"...Dragon, Snake, Hare, Rooster..."
Sasuke's low voice buzzed in his ears, or perhaps it was the beat of his heart. Slow, but strong; heavy. His chakra ebbed and flowed along with the ancient rhythm, pooling at his center to mix a little red with blue, and then letting it spread along his spine, his legs, his arms, up to the tips of his fingers. It was easy, like the tides -- ebb and flow, ebb and flow...
The darkness under his eyelids slowly turned to green. He wasn't surprised. He took a step toward the cage, water sloshing around his ankles. Fiery red bubbled to the surface with each of his steps.
Their steps.
Mirror. Himself, standing behind the bars, at the edge of the endless dark. A blue glow highlighting a spread of deep grooves on his cheeks. Crimson eyes. A wild, reddish-gold mane. His face. His body, beyond which weaved and slithered nine shadows.
"-- Snake, Ram, Rat --"
They took a last step and paused, meeting their other's eyes, and for a few seconds weren't sure on which side of the bars they were, or even whether that mattered.
What mattered was when the tail -- the power -- snaked through the bars, seeped into his skin, mixed with his own life-force. And then it was his to control. And then a second; and a third. It was heady. It felt so right. A fourth -- and then he reached into the cage and pulled a fifth away from his mirror image. They growled at each other, fangs bared.
"-- Ox, Dragon, Ox, Tiger --"
But there was the child.
When the fifth tail passed under his control, the red eyes' pupils turned round and the scarred cheeks smoothed out.
He -- they -- walked away from the cage, and his footfalls rang twice, and two shadows followed on the green walls. A mountain of burnished fur, evil intent and raw chakra lay still behind him, half-swallowed by the darkness.
"-- Dragon." Silence. "Naruto."
There was a door now, on the opposite wall from the cage, where there had been none before; a human-sized door covered in scribbles that hurt his eyes when he stared. He opened it, watched the ankle-deep, chakra-infused water of his own cage-room flow, spreading down the new corridor.
There was a gate along the way -- a thick metal grill like one might find in a castle, that wouldn't let a human arm pass, never mind a demon's paw.
Somewhere beyond was his child.
He was at the gate before he even wondered if he should, his double-steps echoing like a stampede in the narrow corridor. But the child -- it had been starved of chakra for so long. Was it still growing normally? Was it weakened -- stunted -- dying?
The gate was heavy in his hands; but not heavy enough, once he used one of his tails to brace himself. He pulled, fangs bared. His child. His, his, his. Like hell he would let them make it some sickly little cripple.
He gave a last grunt of effort, the thick, heavy metal bars digging into his hands.
And then triumph -- and tearing, searing pain.
Naruto stumbled alone in the water; and when he threw himself at the falling gate, wisps of red chakra died in his empty hands. The green corridors were ringing with the echoes of Kyuubi's run, and on the walls, his shadow danced, fox and then man and then fox.
"No!" Naruto raged, throwing himself on the barrier. It didn't budge. He stumbled, fell on one knee; everything hurt and was off-kilter and he couldn't think right -- the baby, the baby -- his mate -- Sakura -- he could think enough. Lifting -- he needed to lift it. Enough, just enough -- he stayed on his knees, and when it was at chest-height he wriggled underneath and almost got a foot snapped off and he didn't care, he was hunting.
His baby. His mate. Couldn't let the demon hurt them -- how had he lied to Naruto? They'd been one, how --
Up ahead and all around, there was a woman's scream; and somewhere far beyond the green corridors, Naruto's partner yelled and fell silent.
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