Hush-Hush
A story by Songstone
Songstone: WARNING. Please read this before going on to the story and start yelling at me. 8D;;
This story contains gender-bending, polygamy, pedophilia, rape, and incest (but not really). So read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Chapter 1: A New Life
Dear Diary,
Yesterday was my wedding day. I wasn't excited about it like all of the older women told me I would be. I was just sick and afraid. I'm only sixteen-years-old and Orochimaru is nearly fifty-five; the age difference is intimidating enough.
Not to mention the three other wives he has. My own mother grew up sharing her husband with two other women, so this isn't anything too new to me. Nonetheless, it was so awkard to take vows and then kiss my new husband in front of his other wives and children.
Oh that's right; Orochimaru mentioned the idea of children to me last night. He says he would like for me to give him plenty of beautiful babies.
He already has thirty-three children born with his other wives, though. So if I were to have any babies, I'm afraid of how difficult it will be to care for them.
But that's not what I'm mainly worried about.
No, I'm still a bit shaken by the consummation of our marriage.
Now, I already knew about sex (roughly, anyway), but nothing I had heard could really compare to the act itself.
It was hot, sticky and messy. Not to mention rough. Though there were some points where I could enjoy myself, I was also certain that Orochimaru wanted to throttle the life out of me.
It's strange to say that, I know, but that's just how it felt.
At the moment, it's nearly midnight and I feel that I should get some sleep. Orochimaru is sleeping in another room; probably with someone else, too.
But that's okay. I like to sleep alone. The room I've been given is rather big, though. But I suppose that's for when I have a child. This way, there will be room for myself and my baby.
That's enough of that, though.
I really need to shut the lights off now. I'll write more tomorrow.
- - -
Deidara shut her leather-wrapped journal with a quick flick of the wrist and replaced it quietly inside of the drawer in the bedside table. She lay the pen down inside as well, then pushed the drawer closed.
Crossing the room, the blonde turned the lights off, allowing a black veil to fall over her vision. She fumbled around herself on her way back to bed and stifled a yelp as she hit her shin against the bedframe whilst crawling over it.
With a light groan, the girl sank onto her side into the mattress, tugging her quilt over herself to keep warm. She rubbed lightly at her blue eyes, then shut them slowly, relaxing, though not being able to sleep right away.
Her mind kept wandering to different things. Her very recent marriage, her first time with a man...and the thought of children was also present.
It wasn't that she didn't like children. Deidara loved kids. She grew up taking care of her many brothers and sisters, after all, so it wasn't like she lacked experience there. But to actually have a kid of her own? That thought intimidated her.
Absently, the blonde began to fiddle with the wedding ring hugging onto her left ring finger. She slipped it off a bit, then quickly pushed it back down to the base of her finger. She was never one to wear jewlery, but in this case, she had to bare with it.
"It will be better...un." She muttered to herself, keeping as positive of an outlook as she could. She rolled over onto her back slowly, then just stared straight up into the darkness, waiting for sleep to come for her.
While waiting, however, she took a few deep breaths and started to recite the Lord's Prayer in order to settle her nerves and hopefully give her enough peace to sleep.
- - -
Dear Diary,
I've skipped a few weeks of writing. I've been quite...well, overwhelmed, I suppose.
My sister-wives have given me the task of watching the youngest children while they go about their daily chores. So I spend my days singing and story-telling to the kids in order to keep them all calm and entertained.
I'm nearly constantly covered in their regurgitated breakfasts or their uneaten lunches, though. But nothing too bad, at least.
By the time evening comes, I've given all of the childen back to their mother's and have a little time to clean myself up. I can spend some quite time in my room, but usually I offer to help the other women cook dinner.
When Orochimaru comes home, we all get to greet him, and then serve him his meal; he eats and talks with us all, and then has some time to be with us.
He seems to enjoy my company, though. Or maybe he is just trying to get used to me since I'm new here. Whatever the reason, he spends a lot of his free time with me, and we usually end up upstairs in his bedroom.
I don't want to go into details.
On another note, I'm getting to know the children very well now! I found that some of them even went to school with me and that I'm about the same age as a few of them.
Konan is one of the kids I went to school with, and we tend to spend a lot of time together while I watch her brothers and sisters. She's really sweet and we get along well. She's only a year younger than me, too.
She has an older brother that has spent some time with us in the past as well; Sasori and I also used to go to school together, though we never really got to speak to one another.
Now that I'm his...step-mother of sorts, I guess he feels a need to get to know me better. He's a sweet guy, too. He's about two years older than me, though. That seems a bit awkward to me, but nothing serious. We get along well.
I should go now. It's the middle of the afternoon, and I'm going to go downstairs to help whoever is in the kitchen do some cooking.
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Deidara shut her diary and then quickly put it back into the drawer, where it had been gathering dust over the past two weeks.
Quickly, she grabbed a hair tie from her dresser and worked on keeping her golden locks out of her face while she made her way out of her room and into the hallway.
Her blue eyes were on the ground, so she wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking. She should have known the layout of the house a lot better now that she had spent so much time inside of the mansion, but still, she didn't seem to notice the stairs.
Just as she had begun to take what could have been a horrible tumble down the flight of stairs, however, a voice called out a 'watch it' and then she was being pulled back by the arm.
"Ouch!" She hissed in surprise and pain at the grip on her arm. She lifted her head and glanced around a bit to see who had pulled her so roughly, and rose a brow when she laid eyes on Sasori. "W-what was that for, un?" She asked him, lightly rubbing at her arm once he had released her.
"You need to keep your eyes on where you're going, not on your shoes." The redhead told her simply, though with a slightly concerned tone. "Are you all right?" He questioned.
"Sure. I'm fine, just got side-tracked, I suppose...thank you, un." She said with a short nod. She continued rubbing at her arm and slowly turned, taking cautious steps down the stairs now.
"Don't fall." Sasori warned from behind her. A few footfalls later, and he was at her side, holding his arm out for her to take. He glanced at her with his glassy brown eyes, apparently wanting her to take his arm just so he could escort her downstairs safely.
Deidara thought the offer was silly, since she could manage to make her way downstairs, but didn't really bother herself with telling him that. She gave a grateful smile and slipped her arm around his, keeping a firm hold while he steadily lead her down the flight of stairs.
He had charm, that was for sure. She was positive that any woman he chose for his own would be incredibly lucky. He was handsome, and very gentlemanly.
Honestly, she couldn't see any resemblance between Sasori and Orochimaru, his father. She guessed that the redhead looked like his mother, though she had never met the woman. She wanted to inquire of her, but didn't want to bring up the subject since it might be painful.
"Make sure to wash up well; dinner will be in a while, un." She reminded him once they had hit the last two steps and she released his arm.
Sasori's lips quirked upwards in the corner slightly and he nodded once. "Yes, ma'am." He said, though the title came out somewhat jokingly.
Deidara didn't comment on it, instead only watching him turn and leave around the stairwell to go wherever he had been off to previously. She was a bit taken to have seen a smile on his otherwise serious face, but found that expression on him to be refreshing.
The blonde gave a little grin as well before shuffling off towards the kitchen to cook.
Songstone: Hope the warning did it's job. XD If you guys are still interested in this story, then I hope you'll review and lemme know what you thought! I hope to have a few more chapters on this story done soon. R&R!