As everyone knows, The Exorcist is considered one of the most terrifying horror movies ever made. In fact it still gives people the same shock as it did the first moment it was exposed to the world. But when I rewatched it awhile ago for the first time in awhile, never in my LIFE think I would be risky enough to adapt it for Naruto, specifically a certain family in the title...
Naruto and its characters all belong to Masashi Kishimoto. The Exorcist, of course, belongs to author William Peter Blatty and director William Friedkin.
Chapter One
A Picture Perfect Family
Summer was approaching, but sometimes in Konoha, it would begin to become hotter than anticipated. Which was why some would have air conditioning, but others would just open the windows and let humid breeze come in.
And, unspoken knowledge, others would strip down to the skin their mothers gave them.
In one home - a grand suburban complex with a calming zen garden that paid homage to the simpler, olden times - there was a family with a small staff unit asleep in the early hours of the dark morning. It was a typical Monday, and the man of the house lay in bed while looking at the ceiling, his hands folded beneath his head like an extra pillow. The blanket and sheet covered his lower body, but his left leg stuck out to show hardened muscle. His broad chest heaved slightly up and down with each breath. He was one individual naked and breathing in the stuffy night.
To his right lay his wife of thirteen years. Soft chocolate hair was tied beneath her head, then braided to keep the locks from being tangled into each other. Her smooth, small back was softly glowing when there was no moonlight. It took all of his self-control to not move from his position, to not let the night revve his drive, and wake her so he could ravish her like he had done earlier when the girl across the hall had gone to bed.
To his left was the photograph of their wedding. Him and this woman whom he loved since long before the day they married. He never paid attention to the details the moment she was walking up to him with her mother and great-aunt on either side, but whenever he looked at this memento, he would soak up all the details, mostly at her: that alluring, slimming satin silhouette which showed off her curves, the train lined with exquisite lace. Blue forget-me-nots, freshly plucked from the river, adorned her head in a sweet crown. To finish was the extravagant necklace he gave her on their second year of dating.
He slid out of bed then, in that direction, swinging his legs over the bed, exposing himself only for the moment and picking up his dressing gown on the foot of the bed to pull over himself, quietly opening the door and leaving the room.
Across the hallway, as previously mentioned, was a young girl of twelve years old. Their niece who was the child they couldn't ever have. A few years after her birth, his wife suffered a tumor which had taken efforts to be removed, but before the surgery caused the miscarriage of who should have been their first child. It had been a tumultuous time for all of them - adding in the loss of this girl's mother shortly after her birth which drove the father, his own younger brother, away.
She murmured softly in her sleep, making him smile. He sat down on the side of the bed, taking in the dark hair of her father who was hardly home to be with her and the features of the mother she would never know. His niece was a star student at school, had a few close friends, and had what you could call the "perfect track record", but she was not yet thirteen. When you would hit that age, things started changing for you - for better and for worse. And you would start seeing nothing was EVER perfect.
Until then, he would just support her the way she deserved. He was her uncle, her legal guardian, and he loved her. She wouldn't suffer because her father was grieving over the death of the wife he loved so much. But next time he called, he was going to give his brother yet another lecture as it became routine; sometimes, he wanted to just have another drink after each time.
When summer would come, he planned to take her and Izumi on a fishing trip - and of course joined with Shisui, Naruto and his gang - just as soon as she was finished with her shoot in Tokyo. Tomorrow morning, she would be taking off as soon as Hinata would come and take Sarada to school. Naruto's wife loved taking her son, who was one of Sarada's friends, and his niece to school, because they were all family that didn't end in blood.
But just as he left his niece's room, Itachi furrowed his brow at the sound that he heard overhead. Damn it - the rats are scratching again.
This had gone on for a few weeks now. Scratching as well as an odd smell - but tonight was so hot that the latter wasn't present. A few nights would just be cold that he had to turn the heater on.
If Itachi Uchiha didn't know any better, he'd say something was going on in his own house, but what nonsense!
Izumi murmured when she turned around and blinked when she saw him come back into their room. "Sarada have a nightmare?" she asked. "I would have heard."
"No. I couldn't sleep because of this damned heat." He decided to not bother her so late again about the noises. If they were rats for sure, it was nothing that Kisame and the others couldn't help with. Last time was none of them, so why would the noise keep scratching up in the attic or in the walls? He should have called the exterminator when he had the chance, but tomorrow would be the day.
She turned over onto her back and watched him let his robe slide from his body and then get into bed beside her. Her eyes sparkled, which meant one thing. She slid closer to be beside him, pushing off her side of the blankets to spoon herself with him. Breasts jiggled side to side when she crawled atop him. "Want me to make things hotter?" she purred, settling atop him, her lower body aligning with his and making him groan at the friction, rumbling in his throat.
"You're killing me," he said jokingly.
"Glad. I'd love to kill you this way for waking ME up in the middle of the night."
I'd love to kill those rats or whatever it is that just catch my ears in the middle of the night.
Itachi's arms came to wrap around her and pull her close, then rolled back over to her side, taking her with him. After over a decade, he could still indulge with her whenever they wanted, even if dryness was involved, but you still had to be careful with your wife because she could tear, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen to her. And it wasn't like they were trying too hard to have another child after they last lost their first when it was barely done with the first trimester. He had been looking forward to becoming a father; she was so excited that she'd done most of the preparations than him despite her busy schedule. Well, she picked and he purchased since he was home - but then one day during a shoot, she was bleeding and suffering tremendous pain in a rear lobe that hospitalized her immediately.
The loss of the unborn tore them both apart, but they still stuck together. He tried to assure both her and himself that it wasn't the end of the world. Sarada then was too young to understand such things, but she did catch that her uncle and aunt were devastated because they wouldn't have the cousin they'd promised for her. Hence she was sad, too. And now she was old enough to understand these things.
If they didn't have another baby, then she was all they had and ever loved. That was all he cared about. Even if her own father was too cowardly - and ought to be ashamed of himself - to even be around her after losing her mother. The least Sasuke could have done was just be there for his daughter since she was all he had!
Izumi's beautiful and sweet body washed away his thoughts, as did the sensation of his wife's pubic hair against the tip of his aching manhood. Just her magic to make him ready to go back to sleep, but not before enjoying her. Murmuring, Itachi reversed their positions and reclaimed her mouth with his just as he gently sheathed himself within her comfortable, moist warmth, her moans music to his ears.
The scratching had stopped at some point after they climaxed and fell asleep together.
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What a night before she would make the trip to Tokyo!
She suspected Itachi must have heard that scratching upstairs and wouldn't tell her this time. But she wasn't mad at him; she was annoyed at that shit, too. Somehow, she was a miracle sleeper unlike him - except when he got up in the middle of the night again to check on Sarada.
I'll be glad the shoot is indoors rather than outside. Summer - my God, I could enjoy sitting by the pool after a day's hard work. But I could use the break when Itachi takes us all to the lake as soon as I'm done and Sarada gets out of school. And then on Friday, Itachi has the dinner planned with his colleagues, and I have to be at my best.
Izumi Uchiha looked over herself in the ruched tan dress, her long hair held back in a sleek ponytail high behind her head to show off the heart-shaped diamonds in her ears. Around her neck was the one she favored and which Sarada said was one of her favorites of Aunt Izumi's collection: stationary rose-cut diamonds between sleek crescents. And the finishing touch was on her right ring finger, which was none other than the gemstone of her favorite color; the oval amethyst was as wide as her digit, needing no more embellishment, either.
But the one thing she loved most than any of the jewels her loving husband would occasionally shower her with was what he gave her on the day they took their vows. A bouquet of gems: a large, dazzling pear shape over smaller ones against rosy gold. Said the one who loved me more than anything that I was even more precious than this was.
Itachi spoiled both her and Sarada rotten. And it was right now that he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and telling her how beautiful she was, kissing her cheek in the process. "I'm going to miss you in the next couple days," he breathed huskily against her neck.
"And I'm going to miss you, too." And since I won't be here but in a hotel room, I got my special toy in place of you until I come back. That was a curse about being human: you could get aroused at odd times for no reason, against you and your spouse's wishes. And whenever hubby would find out, he would administer "punishment" whenever Sarada would not be around. That girl didn't need to HEAR what went on in the privacy of their bedroom.
Itachi spun her around and began to gently attack her neck, making her moan. "Not sure how I am going to spend that long without you." Izumi burst into a fit of giggles; a cold shower was what he needed. Thirteen years and going even a long time without making love really stirred up the engine without much effort, didn't it?
She had to stop him, because she was going to be late waiting for the cab. He pouted rather cutely; she smirked and pecked him on the lips. "Don't worry, big boy. I'm sure Sarada can keep you busy until I come back. And speaking of which -" She had to remind him of the little present he was going to get her at the end of today, which had taken a while to acquire, and now that it was here, the last day of school was out of the question.
The lynx didn't reside anywhere in Japan, which would be strange since it prowled snowy mountains in America, Canada, and throughout much of Asia. It was considered a mythological creature of power especially with its eyes, but the simple appearance of this necklace was befitting for a twelve-year-old: the polished moon-like stone was framed with little crystals on a sturdy black leather necklace accented with silver. In a way, she would have eyes on her already, since Sarada was clearly going to grow up to be an Uchiha beauty.
Izumi had to hold back her tears at the thought while Itachi was struggling to not see the girl was maturing a bit too fast while still being that loving little one they raised since her mother died and her father all but avoided as much contact as possible.
I wanted to just establish much of the Uchiha family (notably these three) as I could without putting everything in at once. What I did with Sasuke and his daughter was similar to my own relationship with my father, but he didn't purposefully avoid me like in here. Although today, we still don't have a close relationship. :(
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