Okay, getting geared up to write the next chapter in The Anbu and the Teacher. (yeah right, more like putting it off) –bricked-
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Summary- Finding out you've been killed by your oldest son 11 years ago is tough, but walking in on your youngest son in the middle of intercourse with another man is a whole other thing altogether.
edit!! The sex scenes have been redone and are much more understandable.. I hope...
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I can't say for certain how it happened. No one can, really. Rumors have been circling around the village since dawn. The old man in the ramen shop's daughter has been telling anyone who'll listen about the 'incident'—namely me.
"Last night, the entire Uchiha clan was resurrected from the grave and ended up in the Hokage's office! Lady Tsunade hasn't come out since she went in!" The old man's daughter tells me confidentially, leaning across the counter, "They say that one of the jounin was messing around with a forbidden jutsu last night. You know the thunderstorm we had? Well, they're saying that was caused by the jutsu!" I'm sure she would have told me more, but thankfully I was spared as a more regular patron ducked into the shop, brushing raindrops from his hair.
I left enough money to cover the bill and trudged out onto the cold, sodden streets of Konoha. My name isn't of great importance to you, but I can tell you in almost perfect certainty that I know why the Uchiha's have suddenly ceased their state of mortality.
I believe this was all the fault of some poor, delusional, Sasuke-Fangirl. In a self-sacrificing act of gallantry, I believe she sacrificed herself to the god of Allthingsfandom in order to bring back Sasuke's family and relieve him of his loneliness.
But I am not privy to the goings-on of ninja, being a rather reclusive individual by nature. I can only rationalize so much, and I concede that there is a sizeable probability that this is all part of a diabolical scheme by the sanin that deserted us years ago. But I am an optimist by nature, and it is for every man to decide on this matter for himself, or herself.
The sun is peeking up behind the Hokage Monument. I have had a very enjoyable conversation with you, but I am afraid I must take my leave. If I'm late for another deadline my editor will have my head.
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Sasuke could hardly think straight. The only thing on his mind was how much he adored the man whose blond head moved in between his legs. His lower body was trapped in a scorching hot vacuum. Sasuke came back to himself with a whimper as the heat retracted and Naruto crawled up his chest to place soft kisses on his neck.
"Sasuke," Naruto gasped as he ground his hips forward, shuddering in blind pleasure, "Sasuke…"
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Uchiha Mikoto awoke in the Hokage's office as if from a dream. Her husband, Fugaku put a shaking hand on her shoulder. Mikoto looked around in surprise, their entire clan was squeezed into the gigantic mission room. How they had gotten there, she had no idea. Fugaku's grip on her shoulder tightened as they both thought the same thing.
"Where's Sasuke?"
There was a flurry of activity through the room. Finally Fugaku ordered them to stop and line up around the room. He scanned the room. When his eyes fell upon the couple who owned the Senbei shop at the end of the line he paled. There were only two Uchiha's not present. Sasuke and Itachi.
There was a shriek and everyone jumped a foot in the air, when they landed kunai and weapons glinted in the hands of many. A woman with pale-blonde pigtails and gigantic knockers stood in the doorway. (This is where Mikoto smacks Fugaku for using the term 'knockers')
"You're, you're…" she babbled.
Fugaku sneered, "Uchiha Fugaku. Where is the Hokage? I must speak to him at once."
The woman was over her shock in seconds. She drew herself up regally, "You're looking at the Hokage, Uchiha Fugaku."
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AAANND I'm done for now. I'll probably get the next, and hopefully FINAL chapter later tonight or tomorrow. This is a two-shot, more narusasu goodness is on the way! D yay me… whatever.
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