Hrrrm. I was thinking more like "born the other gender" AUs... this one could be fun though. *ponderyponder* Actually it could even fit in canon. Let's blame Kyuubi.
"What did you do to me," she said, the girl, the too-pretty girl sprawled on that jutting rock under Naruto's not-so-inner demon. She should have sounded scared -- Kyuubi scared even Naruto himself on some days, though he never showed it -- but the slight tremble in her voice came from mounting rage and nothing else.
A blade flashed, lightning-fast -- lightning followed. Kyuubi flew back, crashed. He sat up still laughing, blood trailing down his forehead.
The girl stood with her back against the rock, her hand on it for balance, the sword steady -- not across before her like a shield, but pointed straight toward Kyuubi, like she was about to pounce and skewer him.
Naruto didn't know which of them to run to. He reminded himself they both needed stopped more than protected.
"Hey, stand down, the both of you!" He tried to look impressive, bring up a little anger to his eyes. "Kyuubi, what the fuck did you do?" Because he knew what it had looked like -- he'd gotten a good long look at that -- but that didn't make it make sense.
The... pinning down and the purring and the kiss, mouths sealed together, jaws working -- tongues...
"Drained the yang out of her," he said, and spat blood and laughed, the slice through his chest already closed.
"You're dead," promised the girl who was Sasuke, all calm and quietly sincere.
She took a step forward and the belt shifted, and too-wide pants slid off smooth wide legs. Naruto flinched at Kyuubi's cruel, delighted laugh, didn't know whether to avert his eyes or not. A real girl he would have, but Sasuke...
Sasuke's legs, Sasuke lost in a too-wide kimono, Sasuke but a girl.
He was hard. He didn't want to be but he was.
Sasuke wasn't a girl, though, and even if he'd been a girl he would still have been a kunoichi, so his high kick sent the pants flying at Kyuubi's head and he followed right after.
It wasn't obscene or shocking anymore to see him -- her -- half naked, to catch flashes of those secret parts. War goddesses and demons weren't smut, they were art. Beautiful, lethal art.
Man or woman Sasuke had always been so. Throat tight, Naruto watched until he couldn't stand anymore not to be the one who faced that.
Re: Triplets: Sasuko!
Actually it could even fit in canon. Let's blame Kyuubi.
"What did you do to me," she said, the girl, the too-pretty girl sprawled on that jutting rock under Naruto's not-so-inner demon. She should have sounded scared -- Kyuubi scared even Naruto himself on some days, though he never showed it -- but the slight tremble in her voice came from mounting rage and nothing else.
A blade flashed, lightning-fast -- lightning followed. Kyuubi flew back, crashed. He sat up still laughing, blood trailing down his forehead.
The girl stood with her back against the rock, her hand on it for balance, the sword steady -- not across before her like a shield, but pointed straight toward Kyuubi, like she was about to pounce and skewer him.
Naruto didn't know which of them to run to. He reminded himself they both needed stopped more than protected.
"Hey, stand down, the both of you!" He tried to look impressive, bring up a little anger to his eyes. "Kyuubi, what the fuck did you do?" Because he knew what it had looked like -- he'd gotten a good long look at that -- but that didn't make it make sense.
The... pinning down and the purring and the kiss, mouths sealed together, jaws working -- tongues...
"Drained the yang out of her," he said, and spat blood and laughed, the slice through his chest already closed.
"You're dead," promised the girl who was Sasuke, all calm and quietly sincere.
She took a step forward and the belt shifted, and too-wide pants slid off smooth wide legs. Naruto flinched at Kyuubi's cruel, delighted laugh, didn't know whether to avert his eyes or not. A real girl he would have, but Sasuke...
Sasuke's legs, Sasuke lost in a too-wide kimono, Sasuke but a girl.
He was hard. He didn't want to be but he was.
Sasuke wasn't a girl, though, and even if he'd been a girl he would still have been a kunoichi, so his high kick sent the pants flying at Kyuubi's head and he followed right after.
It wasn't obscene or shocking anymore to see him -- her -- half naked, to catch flashes of those secret parts. War goddesses and demons weren't smut, they were art. Beautiful, lethal art.
Man or woman Sasuke had always been so. Throat tight, Naruto watched until he couldn't stand anymore not to be the one who faced that.