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The granite sky was decorated with glitters of sparkling stars. The crescent moon emitted a soporific glow and the soothing breeze swept past, which brought a melancholy ambience to the night. Tokyo was a kaleidoscope of distinctive cultures with bustling populous roaming the prospering metropolis. The Izanagari Hill was a palatial penthouse located in the enriched city and its extravagant estate consisted of a refined modernistic architecture and spacious terrace.

A man with unkempt golden hair, dressed in a delicate obsidian frock coat accompanied by a white wrinkled shirt, dark trousers knitted with the finest silk, loose tie and a pair of glossy derby shoes, strolled insouciantly across the district while humming a blissful tune. As he navigated to his designated destination, he was surprised to see an injured woman leaning against the gate of his property.

She had velvet silver hair tied in a plain tail, piercing crimson eyes, a pale complexion and soft pink lips. She wore a torn cloak with shredded hem over her shoulders, a black uniform that embellished her curvaceous body and desirable hips, a pair of ripped stockings in which outlined her creamy white legs and gothic combat boots. However, the blond was stunned by the macabre wound on her shoulder, which stained the fabric with dried blood.

The blond promptly strode past the woman, who was panting timorously.

"I think I should…" The blond shuddered as he noticed the sword stashed on her waist. "Maybe I should just ignore her and continue…"

The woman with beatific features moaned in distraught as her pain exacerbated. The blond shook his head disapprovingly. "No. I'm sure she can take care of herself. Woman like her screams danger and trouble…. But if I just leave her there alone, who knows what might happen?"

Sighing in defeat, he approached the exhausted woman cautiously. "Uh… are you-"

"G-Go away…" The woman ushered in a hoarse voice. "I don't… need your pity."

"You said it." The blond shrugged and spun around, but he was hesitant to leave. He averted his gaze and spoke nonchalantly. "Do you need anything else?"

He was met with a dreadful silence. The blond swivelled his sight to the woman and gawked as he noticed she had succumbed to her excruciating affliction and collapsed into oblivion. He whined juvenilely and sighed. "I hate my conscience! I hate it!"

Without hesitation, he hoisted the woman bridal style and brought her to his luxurious home.

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(A few days later…)

Karasuba stirred in her slumber. She gasped before she jolted from her sleep and assayed her vicinity frantically. Her sight was a jarring mess before she adjusted to a proper vision. Keeping a vigilant gaze at the majestic apartment, she hissed in agony at her migraine. Karasuba blinked and noticed an enigmatic blond staring at the misty meadow and sparkling lake through the panel of windows.

"W-Where am I? Who are you?"

"You're in my house. As for who I am, well… millionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Uzumaki Naruto at your service." Naruto bowed in a debonair fashion and smirked.

"Karasuba." The silver-haired goddess of war found her blade resting beside her bed. Narrowing her eyes to vicious slits, Karusuba contemplated. "There is something not right with this man. I think I am safe to conclude that he was the one who saved me. But… he saved me knowing very well I might be dangerous to him. Stereotypically, he should not be saving me in the first place. And even being so careless not to conceal my sword away from me…"

Naruto spun around and beamed optimistically at an apathetic Karasuba. "So, how are you feeling? I am surprised though when I dressed your wound. Your injury was ameliorating at an astounding rate. It's like you have a healing factor or something."

Karasuba plastered a placid façade on her beautiful features and waved a dismissive hand. "Oh. Well, I just don't die so easily."

"Nice sword, by the way."

Upon registering Naruto's statement, laced with tantalising implication, the silver-haired warrior feigned a jovial demeanour and improvised. "Yes. It is a sword entrusted to me from my senior. She graduated from my school's kendo club and decided to pursue her life as a measly housewife."

"Sounds like you hold a grudge on her." Naruto prodded, but shrugged. "Well, it's not like I have any right to interfere with your business."

Karasuba smiled. "Dropping that aside, why did you save me?"

The blond arched a brow and smiled vivaciously. "Well, I can't just leave a pretty lady like you dying on the streets, right? Besides, you're dying outside my property. It will be difficult for me to sell this house in the future if people know someone died here, get my drift?"

"I understand. I don't wish to impose-" Karasuba moaned as she bit her lips, trying to subdue the sharp pain stinging her shoulder.

"Just do yourself a favour and don't move around so much. Your wound is deep." Naruto sighed and ambled towards the vulnerable Karasuba. Reacting to her predatory impulse, the warrior seized her blade, despite her agony, and unsheathed her weapon. Much to her surprise, Naruto adroitly caught her offending wrist and smirked. "It isn't nice to point something sharp at your saviour."

Karasuba grunted in dismay. "Don't touch me, you fiend."

"Oh? Finally showing your animosity now, huh?" Naruto grinned as he rendered the silver-haired beauty hapless. "At any rate, you should just rest for the day. I will get you some porridge. Just don't vent your frustration on my belongings. It is rather impolite, you know?"

The blond chuckled as he wrestled to a standing position and strolled causally towards the kitchen.

"Just what are you?"

Naruto halted in his steps and sighed. "I'm just an author."

Karasuba growled in vexation and examined her bandage. "It was a delicate job, I must admit. Nevertheless, he probably knows too much for me to approve of his existence. I will strike him down when this is over."

Holding a bowl of congee, Naruto delivered the food to an immobilised Karasuba. Somewhat, her heart was pounding at an unexplainable rate, flustering her in the process as she blushed a few deep shades of pink at Naruto's tenderness. Ladling the hot porridge with a spoon, the blond blew gently at the congee and smiled mirthfully. "Now, say 'ah'!"

Karasuba averted her gaze. "I-I can eat by myself."

"No, no, no. I can't have you worsening your condition. Just say 'ah' and everything will be fine, I promise."

Uncharacteristically, Karasuba obliged quietly and opened her mouth. Being fed by Naruto, there was a warm, sensual feeling roaming in her chest. She couldn't describe her lascivious desire and her craving for being touch by the blond. Naruto couldn't help but acknowledge Karasuba's dynamic physique and her voluptuous frame. Abolishing his lust, Naruto continued feeding Karasuba.

After the bowl was emptied, the blond smiled and dashed to the kitchen. "I'm late for work. I'll see you at night. Try not to move around too much."

Hurriedly, Naruto left his condominium, leaving Karasuba to her device.

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A man, with raven black hair styled in a wild fashion, dressed in a black tuxedo, stared dispassionately on the rooftop of a skyscraper.

"You'll catch a cold if you stand there for long, Sasuke-sama." A brunette, with enchanting hazel brown eyes, a saccharine smile tugged at her soft lips, a slim body and flared hips, reprimanded. She was garbed in her combat attire, which consisted of a tight dark shirt with holsters strapped around her thigh, a miniskirt that exposed her slender legs and a cloak over her shoulders.

"You need not worry about me, Yume." Sasuke muttered, the diabolical Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan flaring in his aloof pair of eyes. "So, tell me more about Ashikabi and Sekirei."

Yume placed a finger on her temples. "Well, where should we start?"

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Karasuba studied the modern apartment in piqued interest as she caught sight of an enormous book shelf. There was a pile of documents lying on an antique table. She flipped through the content and realised it was a manuscript. Karasuba had an avid read and her cheeks flushed. "I-Isn't this the sequel of Icha Icha Xtreme: Volleyball Paradise? How did he get hold of this-"

Naruto halted in his steps and sighed. "I'm just an author."

Karasuba blinked before she connected the dots. "D-Don't tell me he is the Uzumaki Naruto? The repulsive author of the Icha Icha series… I remembered number three was a big fan of this book. It is absurd for such… atrocity to be considered as good material. I should just destroy it and… and… maybe I should just give it a chance and see why everybody likes this book so much."

The silver-haired warrior walked in a graceful gait towards the shelf and pulled a book out. "Icha Icha Paradise? This is the first volume, I assume."

Karasuba sat comfortable on the couch and unfurled the page.

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(A few hours later…)

Naruto opened the door of his apartment and saw an unexpected scene. Karasuba was sleeping peacefully on his sofa with a few stacks of books surrounding her. The blond sighed and removed his blazer before draping it over her lithe frame. However, she awoke from her nab and instinctively seized Naruto's collar before pinning him on the couch. When she regained her senses, she was stunned by the close proximity between her and the baffled blond.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Karasuba clumsily removed herself from Naruto and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. The same prurient desire overwhelmed her thoughts as she felt her body heated up and her chest was heaving unnervingly. "W-What is this feeling? Am I… by any chance… reacting to him?"

The blond sighed. "So, I see you are feeling better."

Karasuba nodded. "Yes. I… I'm sorry for what happened this morning. The words I have said-"

"It's alright. There is nothing to be sorry about. I could understand your confusion and anger, especially when you didn't know where you were." Naruto chuckled. "Trust me, awful feeling. Been through that crap before."

The silver-haired swordswoman giggled. "You're an interesting person. I must say though, you sure have a creative mind."

"Creative mind?" Naruto cocked a questioning brow.

Karasuba grinned and shoved a book at the blond. "Icha Icha Sadistic Lovers. I must say it is one of my favourites amongst these collections."

The blond chuckled sheepishly. "Well, it puts food on the table."

"It sure does." Karasuba sighed. "Do you want me to make something for you? A cup of coffee perhaps?"

"Er…" Naruto stared quizzically at the fidgeting Karasuba. "It's alright. I have my daily dose of Starbucks. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make dinner for you? I might not look like it but I'm a decent cook."

"Well, I'm not hungry-"

A growl emanating from Karasuba's stomach had betrayed her. She blushed in embarrassment and smiled. "I guess I really am."

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Sasuke stared lifelessly at his plasma television in his office, switching channels occassionally. Yume, who was unable to discern her master's thoughts, chirped. "Sasuke-sama, may I ask, what is your goal?"

"It is simple." The raven-haired man smirked. "To find and obliterate a certain man. I don't intend to use sekirei to assert my vengeance."

Yume shook her head. "Vengeance will lead you nowhere-"

"Silence!" Sasuke chided. "I do not need your approval in any matter."

The brunette's gaze was firm as she glared with fortitude and immense determination at her master. "No! I am the sekirei of destiny, Yume. I cannot allow my master to go astray in his conquest for meaningless carnage!"

Sasuke stared furiously at Yume, before his umbrage subsided and he broke into a light laugh. "You told me that sekirei are alienated beings who share similar genetic codes with humans, right? Let me educate you on something. Sekirei are simply ancestor of the current human civilisation. Sekirei utilised a form of latent energy called chakra in order to enhance their powers."

"C-Chakra?"

Sasuke nodded. "Chakra exists in everybody. The only problem is… what is the quantity? Average human possesses a negligible amount of chakra. It is the reason why they are rather weak. However, there are a handful of people who possess an abundance of chakra. Sekirei are considered one of them, as their body develops and produces this energy. Chakra is not to be underestimated as it is versatile. It can do wonder if the user knows how to unlock its full potential."

"How do you know so much of this… chakra thingy?" Yume queried.

"Yume, have you heard of the Uchiha clan?" Sasuke saw the brunette's confused expression and merely chuckled. "I supposed not. The clan was supposedly wiped out a thousand years ago. The only survivor gained his clan's nefarious technique, the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, turning him into an immortal."

"Why are you telling me this?" Yume blinked.

"Because, Yume, I am the immortal."

Digesting Sasuke's abrupt statement, the brunette gawked. "I-Immortal?"

"I have only one nemesis. My target, who I wished to kill, is someone who is an immortal, just like me. He is the only man in this world whose powers rival mine. In other words, he is capable of killing me." Sasuke growled disdainfully. "His name is…"

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"Naruto, what should I do with these carrots?" Karasuba stared at the poorly diced carrot and sulked; she might be proficient with the sword, but she was a maladroit cook and inept at domestic chores. Nevertheless, she stared in awe at Naruto's exquisite display of skills with the kitchenware as he sliced through the potatoes in deadly precision.

The blond tossed the food into the brew and smiled. "You can throw them in too, Kara-chan."

Karasuba blushed at the affectionate sobriquet and reciprocated a benevolent smile. "Okay."

As they watched the steaming pot, Naruto broke the awkward silence. "You're not really human, are you?"

The swordswoman was alarmed before she regained her composure. "So you picked up on that, huh?"

"Well, it's not every day you get to meet a pretty lady who walks around the street with a sword and owns a pair of eyes that have seen countless of wars and bloodshed." Naruto smiled sadly. "So humour me, what are you?"

"I am a sekirei."

"Sekirei?" The blond scratched his head at the perplexing word. "What exactly is a sekirei?"

"Nothing extraordinary, actually." Karasuba elaborated. "We are simply beings who look like humans but possess inhumane powers. There are some of us who can control and manipulate wind, and there are others who can hack into any electrical appliances with a mere thought. There are a total of a hundred and eight of us. All of us possess a set of exclusive skills. My expertise of wielding a sword is my special talent."

Naruto remained impassive as he stroked his chin. "Interesting."

"You don't seem too surprise."

"Well, I have heard and seen things even much stranger than what you just told me. I think I can live with that. Is there anything else I need to know?"

Karasuba shrugged before she took a bold step forward and intruded Naruto's comfort zone. Smirking deviously, the swordswoman spoke with a husky voice. "Well, besides our body being empowered with unimaginable strength, we are still capable of reproduction. To simplify it for you, we do enjoy hot steamy sex."

Instead of stammering typically, Naruto charmingly cupped Karasuba's chin and stared bewitchingly at the dazed swordswoman. "I'm sure you do, milady."

"If you wish to dominate me, if you wish to make me your woman, you must outmatch me first." Karasuba drew her sword and placed the sharp edge of her weapon on Naruto's neck. "Are you up to the challenge? Are you worthy to become my master, Naruto-kun?"

"You drive a hard bargain, miss sexy."

Swiftly, Naruto shut the stove, wrapped an arm around Karasuba's curvy waist and they vanished into a whirlwind of drizzles.

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"So, how do you want to do this? Leather, handcuff, whip or lubricant?" Naruto slotted his fist into his pocket as they stood within a tenebrous forest, located in the outskirt of the city.

Karasuba smirked psychotically as she licked her lips and reached for the hilt of her black sword. "There is no need for that. Just promise me that you will give me a good fight and I promise you a good time."

Naruto grinned at the sexual innuendo. "Kinky. I like that."

Without hesitation, Karasuba unsheathed her sword and charged ferociously towards the blond. Unfazed, Naruto evaded the relentless strikes effortlessly before a kunai materialised into his grasp. The blond parried against the swordswoman's assault while smiling joyously at his opponent. Karasuba was irritated by Naruto's lackadaisical attitude before she unleashed a barrage of slashes. "How is he keeping up to me with that flimsy dagger? Impossible!"

Dodging Karasuba's volley of lethal attacks, Naruto smirked. "Interesting. Your movements are erratic and unpredictable. But by using your top-notched reflexes and powerful strikes, you involuntary reveal your limitation to your enemy. You need more than that to take me down, Kara-chan."

Karasuba sighed as she retreated and performed a practiced swing before she stared manically at the blond. "I see. I guess underestimating you is certainly a mistake from my part. I will go all out on you from now on, Naruto-kun. Are you ready for this?"

Naruto blinked as he realised a bleeding cut on his cheek. "And I apologise as well."

"For what?"

The blond grinned. "For underestimating you too."

Narrowing her eyes irately, Karasuba discharged a frenzy of merciless onslaught as she swung her sword deliberately to kill. Naruto, noticing the sudden switch of violent rhythm in Karasuba's movement, smirked before he sidestepped a slash and utilised his leg to counterattack the swordswoman's blade.

It was then Karasuba realised Naruto's unorthodox fighting style was formless, leaving him absolutely no opening. Tightening her grip, Karasuba cried out and sped forward, channelling excessive amount of strength to defeat her uninterested opponent. Nevertheless, Naruto was unconcerned of her bloodlust and retaliated with a serene gaze. Before Karasuba descended her sword upon him, he elbowed her forearm to stop the ignition of her attack.

In a fit of rage, Karasuba continued her assault as she leaped acrobatically into the sky and slashed down. Naruto, who had anticipated her impulsive move, did a somersault and caught Karasuba's sword with both of his legs, successfully disrupting her tempo before he tossed her into the night sky with his foot and he kip-up to a battle stance. The swordswoman groaned before she performed a few slashes in the air, launching waves of azure energy at the blond.

Naruto avoided the attacks and fluidly threw a few shuriken at Karasuba, who landed on the other side of the riverbank. The blond clamped his hands together into a prayer motion and muttered a command incoherently. Miraculously, the shuriken cloned into a savaging magnitude as a shower of projectiles rained upon the swordswoman, eclipsing the moon in the process.

"What are you going to do now, Kara-chan?"

Karasuba stood honourably with no fear in her eyes. She waited patiently as the hail of doom descended upon her. The swordswoman closed her eyes, allowing tranquillity to wash over her thoughts. In split seconds, Karasuba deflected the shuriken with her blade as she struggled against through the storm of projectiles. Naruto smiled as the swordswoman clashed through his assault, but she was not unharmed.

There were bruises and cuts on her appendages and body. Panting in sheer fatigue, Karasuba darted towards Naruto and swung with mighty force at the blond. To her chagrin, the blond blocked her fierce assault with his kunai. Calming her seething breath, Karasuba dropped to the ground before delivering a few kicks to a cautious Naruto, before she sprung up with her flexible body literally and attempted a sneak attack.

The blond sighed and snatched the blade with his bare hand, much to Karasuba's shock. Pulling the swordswoman closer to him, Naruto smiled. "This is your loss, Kara-chan."

To her displeasure, Naruto had a kunai positioned threateningly on her abdomen. "Do you submit to me now, Kara-chan?"

"There are only a few people in this world that can rival my skills. You're the first who defeat me. I am actually wondering if you're really human."

"Care to find out yourself, my dear?" The blond winked.

"At any given day, I would try my earnest to slay you but… I think I have found my soul mate." Karasuba leaned forward and relinquished her lust as she kissed Naruto sultrily, her adventurous tongue exploring his mouth. She dropped her blade as the blond pulled her into a loving embrace before dominating her in their passionate exchange. Karasuba moaned libidinously as she felt her arousal unbearable.

Black wings erupted from her back as she felt tremendous power flowing into her veins.

Karasuba was winged.

Naruto pushed the swordswoman gently away, much to her dissatisfaction.

"You do know this is not over yet, right lover boy?" Karasuba smirked seductively as she licked Naruto's neck.

"I would very much like to please you in many ways, my beloved Kara-chan." Grasping her slender shoulders, the blond cooed, "But not today. I have work to do and things to attend. Besides, if this continues, we might attract unwanted attention. Let's go back, shall we?"

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So, how is my new story? I got fairly bored lately. Busy with my tight schedules, coping with the stress of my mother's cancer and my grandfather's heart disease, I guess procrastination brought me here. *sigh*

As for the pairings, I was thinking:

1.) NarutoXKarasuba (A unique pairing, seriously)
2.) NarutoXTsukiumi
3.) NarutoXKazehana
4.) NarutoXAkitsu
5.) NarutoXUzume

As for Sasuke, Yume seems to be the best choice as for now.

Why not you share your opinion with me? Perhaps rate this story and let me know how it goes?
I sincerely appreciated it.
Cheers.