Cloning is easy, all you need is a tissue sample and someone with a functioning uterus...intelligence division arc ch 109
Aoba's blood was all over my face and in my hair and when I finally came back to myself enough to wash it off, I found myself staring at the towel. I had his blood. I had the notes on edo tensei. I had the notes on Kisuke's seal. I had a load of guilt at Aoba's premature loss...and, just barely, I had a functioning uterus. I was only 13, but I was strong and healthy. If I could save just one person out of hundreds, maybe I would eventually be okay. Maybe it would help me be whole again. I would, to the world, become a teen mom. I would gain a person to protect until he got through his second childhood. I would gain a reason to push through my emotional agony. I would be able to guide him as a fellow reincarnate. Sooner would be better than later if I was going to take advantage of the time skip before the shippuden timeline. And I needed to be whole again yesterday. Even if it helped me not at all, it would be a chance to put things right for Aoba, cheated of a longer life by my intrusion in this world.
It took me a couple weeks but I worked out the kinks in my plan. It wasn't like I was starting from scratch. The Edo tensei had the means to recover a soul from the pure world which I could then anchor to a new body with Kisuke's seal provided it was similar to the old one. That seal would bind the soul to the body I created until it went native enough to anchor itself. Once that happened, it belonged to Aoba and no one else. What was trickier was making sure I could act as a surrogate without rejecting the fetus, or it...him rejecting me. I ended up using my own blood to combine his traits and mine with a seal that would implant the tiny bundle of cells. Viola! Conception. Now to break the news to my family and superiors
The timing would be slightly off but any blood test would pick up on the fact that genetically, the new Aoba was his own son with me as a biological mother, which reminded me a little of an old joke about being one's own grandfather from my old world. it was a little funny that I, who had decided long ago to never have kids, would be the first of my entire generation to have one. Sort of. My having a baby would raise a lot of brows, teen pregnancy was very rare and frowned on in modern times. But adulthood in the ninja community was tied to rank and I definitely had the rank. And on my end, if all went well, then Aoba would remember his past life, which would take care of a lot of the actual child rearing part... he'd even self potty train. Making him a Nara would also negate some of the surprise at how advanced he would be. I really was an ideal surrogate in this situation.
When it got out I was carrying Aoba's offspring there had been a lot of shouting from several clan elders about how out of control I was, and a great deal from Shikamaru. Mom seemed to have trouble even speaking to me. Dad, who still remembered my catatonic state after "the event", supported me fully especially when it seemed to propel my emotional recovery by leaps and bounds. I'm sure he took my mother and brother aside to point this out.
It became clear the village in its near entierety had concluded on their own that Aoba had willingly walked to his death to save the mother of his child...I didn't correct them and not just because the method of conception was derived from highly classified stolen research. I allowed even Tsunade to conclude I had ...misbehaved...with Aoba. Information was never secure as long as Danzo lived. The ability to grant powerful ninja a second life-span would tempt him greatly if he knew. Also, Orochimaru would have a strong interest. To be reborn to any clan with all your knowledge and the full potential of an actual child would tempt anyone.
I was too young and small to risk missions in this condition, so for the next year, I went into R&D. That seemed to stop Shikamaru's nagging as he suddenly realized How long I was likely to be safely village bound, and during a war no less. I needed to keep my mind off field work and training and how much physical conditioning I was going to have to recover later, and I did so by annihilating the R&D project back-log. I was quickly assigned a personal assistant whose only function was to run errands for me so I could keep working. I used him to do my pregnancy food craving runs,...and fluff my seat cushion,... and rub my feet and shoulders. R&D must have been really desperate to keep me. I was paid very well
The time eventually came for the rebirth. Family and friends, both mine and Aoba's, greeted his entry into the world I was given him to hold and, at my request, left alone with him.
"Hey, Aoba" I said. He went still and quiet, oddly focused even with his eyes unable to do so."let me explain..."