Story: The Blonde Uzumaki
Author: WeirdChocolateLover
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never did, never will.
Warning: The story might stray a little far from the plot
Sasuke never knew that he could scowl this much. It all started earlier this week.
When the great Daimyo of the Land of Fire decided to grace Konoha with his presence, along with his annoying daughter who had nothing else to do but bat her eyelashes. Sasuke thought she had an optical problem, perhaps a genetic defect? Her family certainly looked like the obnoxiousness runs in the blood.
He had been tasked to escort the Great Princess of the Land of Fire to ensure her safety. Not that the ninjas of this village would willingly claw her face and risked hostility between the village and the Daimyo. Though with every twitch of his eyebrow, he was starting to think that they should protect the garrulous brat from him instead. He found his hands itching down to his kunai to slit her throat every time she breathes, which pretty much shows that he's downright murderous.
After playing tour guide to the brat who probably know the place anyway since she visits the village every year since learning of Sasuke's return, or maybe not since she seemed to have a limited mental capacity, maybe she can't squeeze information properly in that diminutive blob in her head.
Sasuke found himself wanting to wrap his fingers on that pretty little throat of hers when she suggested marriage between the two of them to strengthen the relations between the village and the Daimyo blah blah blah.
Sasuke wanted to expel the contents of his stomach, preferably on the brat's face. The thought of him with her is just ... repulsive.
Needless to say, the Hokage wasn't that angry when he decided to voice his opinion out.
"You insensitive, ambitious, loquacious priss-" Sasuke gritted his teeth as he clenched his hand to prevent himself from producing a mangled body with his shuriken. "-you would seriously think that I would stoop so low as to take a gabby, horrendous, clingy cretin like you whose brain probably melted from the excessive emission of stupidity as my wife? Ha! The mere thought of being with you is repugnant you overbearing brat!"
Everyone in the vicinity heard him loud and clear. Silence descended upon them as some of the jaws dropped, flabbergasted, while the Hokage tried to stifle the laughter that was threatening to emerge.
The halfwitted lowly being gasped and stormed off the place, as she sobbed, probably affected by the stingy words the Uchiha had let out. The Daimyo looked downright sanguinary as he ordered a shinobi to go after her.
If anything, Sasuke felt wonderful. He even found the decency to smirk as the Daimyo glowered at him, though Sasuke remained unfazed.
"You would apologize-" The Daimyo started out slowly letting out a growl in the process. "-and consent to this marriage." He finished, looking at Sasuke darkly, daring him to refuse.
Unfortunately for him, the Uchiha dared to.
Sasuke scoffed. "I'd rather grow old and shriveled, alone, than keep a vexatious pet like her." With stingy venom poured into every word, the raven glared at the Daimyo, silently telling him to 'fuck off!' with the infamous Uchiha glare.
And with that parting words, the brave Uchiha left the room with his smugness intact. He'd probably be summoned later, perhaps an apology would be requested, though he would never utter a single word even if they threatened to execute him.
Execution? Sasuke scoffed. Doubt that, the village will never do anything to risk their last Uchiha, their last ticket to producing more babies with the fabled sharingan.
As he jumped through the roofs of Konoha's buildings, he felt the familiar tingle at the back of his neck. He leaped out of the roof and landed into the solid ground of a training field. He sighed, while digging his claws on his left forearm where he could feel the familiar burning sensation of his Anbu tattoo. He gripped the fabric that obscured everyone's view of the mark, and faced his former sensei with his patented stoic facial expression.
"Hn."
The silver-haired jounin squinted his eyes, indicating the smile behind the familiar mask.
"Maa .. Maa .. Now where's the eloquent Sasuke-kun who practically shoved all insults into a poor little girl's heart?"
"Hn."
"Maa Sasuke-kun lighten up."
"Hn."
"I'm not going to get anything from you, am I?"
"Hn."
Kakashi sighed, running his hair thoroughly through his disheveled hair. He felt the frustration overcome the smugness as it radiate off of his former student. He knew he hated, or more accurately loathed the idea of marrying the stuck-up princess. Or perhaps he was mistaken, maybe it was the idea of having a family. Theoretically, the last Uchiha might still be afraid of the prospect of having someone he was emotionally attached with. Considering the last time resulted to a bloody murder.
The jounin smiled at Sasuke, deciding to force him to accompany his old sensei to dinner at the famous ramen stand. After Sasuke's return to Konoha 3 years ago, Kakashi obstinately kept bothering the Uchiha and force him to socialize. He knew the pain of being alone, and if possible, he doesn't want Sasuke to spend his life brooding in the corners of the Uchiha mansion.
"So, isn't it fun to spend time with your old sensei over dinner with a delicious sodium-high carbohydrate Sasuke-kun?" Kakashi stated, with his signature eye-smile.
"Hn." The raven responded, eyeing the food with abhorrence. Begrudgingly picking up the chopsticks and indulging the jounin who smiled at the action.
A shinobi expertly landed beside Kakashi, wearing the mask of a cat. The anbu tattoo on his left forearm blared through the light of the stand, glinting dangerously as if to warn anyone.
"Uchiha Sasuke. The hokage requires your presence."
Sasuke nodded, and the anbu leaped to the direction of the hokage tower. He placed the chopsticks beside his unfinished bowl of ramen, and proceeded to dig out money from his pocket. Though before he could, Kakashi procured money from God knows where.
"It's okay Sasuke, I got it covered. Now go and get executed."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, at the jounin's form of joke, though his lips twitched in the slightest. Dust flew as he vaulted from building to building towards the Hokage, awaiting judgement.
"Maa .. look at him. Insulting ladies and angering the Daimyo. Maa he grows up so fast."
"You've asked for my presence, hokage-sama?" Sasuke bowed respectfully. The old but young-looking hokage looked at him idly, obtaining a cup of sake from her magical drawer.
"Don't tell Shizune about this okay?" The hokage stated in a hushed voice. The Uchiha's eyebrow twitched, and blankly nodded as the Hokage sighed and slumped in her seat.
"You've caused a lot of problems Uchiha." The Hokage rubbed her forehead, as if to ward off any more severe headache. Sasuke grunted in acknowledgement. He knew what he did wasn't pretty, but he wasn't going to deny it.
"The Daimyo was ready to execute you, not that the council would ever allow it, traitor or not you are needed to continue your clan." Sasuke knew the truth behind her words, although it still stung. He didn't know where he would be more offended. At the traitor comment or the baby-making machine part.
"Hn."
"You know the Daimyo demanded that you beg for forgiveness, ask the princess' hand in marriage, produce sharingan babies and live happily ever after'." She proclaimed. "The Daimyo would be pleased, the council's demands appeased, and the village gets to keep a powerful bloodline. Also, less headache for me. There everyone's happy."
At the Hokage's comment, Sasuke's shoulder sagged subtly. He already expected this, so why he would hope for a different outcome was beyond him.
"I knew how much you hated the brat. Hell, even I was disgusted. So, in turn I decided to help you." The Hokage announced. Sasuke looked passively at the woman in front of him, though his mind was racing a million miles.
"Do you know why I decided to save your neck 3 years ago, brat?" Sasuke scowled at the name. The hokage was unperturbed by the gesture and continued to gaze at the young avenger solemnly. Sasuke didn't bother to answer, instead letting the hokage continue.
Instead of answering, the hokage procured a picture from her drawer. It was of a young woman, with long blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes. Her cheeks were adorned with what look like whiskers ... scars probably. She was wearing a black and orange suit, hugging her curves and accentuating what her body has to offer. She was smiling, while flashing a peace sign, arm in arm with what look like the lazy Nara and the audacious dog-owner. Gracing the photo, were the rest of what they call as Konoha 12, with the team senseis, except ... him.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the photo. So all of the people whom he grew up with found a friend while he was away.
"Who is she?" He finally asked. Something about the blonde made him want to talk.
"Uzumaki Naruto." The hokage answered, looking at Sasuke's face, her eyes searching.
"Uzumaki? A blonde Uzumaki?" He asked, knowing that all the Uzumaki's were characteristically redheads. News of the restoration of Uzushiogakure had spread years ago, that is why the mention of a living Uzumaki isn't a surprise anymore. The refugees were coming together to rebuild their clan and their village, to restore the honor and pride of the Uzumaki Clan.
The hokage stole the photo out of Sasuke's grip, and stared at the image with pure affection. Sasuke raised a brow at her expression. Everybody knew the story of the deaths of the Hokage's precious people. It amazed Sasuke that she was able to open up and risk the pain once more.
"Apparently her father's genes proved more dominating. But rest assured, her temper is legendary like a true Uzumaki." The hokage chuckled. Sasuke didn't know why, but instead of being assured, the statement raised tingles down his spine.
"What does she have to do with me?"
"It's simple really, you would take her as your wife."
"And what makes you think I would do just that?"
"Because she has something that no one else has."
"Oh? Then please enlighten me."
"She has a son." Sasuke scoffed.
"And? What part of me makes you think that I wanted to have a wife who had a son in a past relationship, assuming she's a widow or had a son out of wedlock. Is she even single?"
"Oh so now you're interested? I would've sworn you were so against the idea earlier and that-"
"-I am not interested. I'm merely trying to clarify things with the girl that you are so desperately trying to shove my way."
"I am not desperately shoving her-"
"-Oh and what are you doing? Coaxing me into making her my bride-"
"Precisely. What with what she has-"
"-What exactly does she have that would make you think that I would happily let her take the Uchiha name?"
"I already told you. She has a son that-"
"-What does her son have to do with everything?"
"He's partly the reason why I decided for you to marry her."
"Oh and what does this boy possess?"
"It's not about what he possess, but rather who he is-"
"-So then, I'm assuming his father is some kind off bigshot-"
"-You know I never would've known you could talk this much-"
"-This is about my future, of course I would talk-"
"Really? Or is it because of the blonde-"
"-Hn."
"And now we're back to the monosyllabic replies." Sasuke raked his fingers through the knots of his hair in agitation.
"Can you just tell me who he is? I reckon the turning point of all these things is about his father, considering that I have no recollection of the mother. And I doubt that you'd think that I would just marry a girl who can't even stir a fiber of my emotions."
"-Really? You have emotions?" Sasuke sighed frustrated. The Hokage was purposely stalling, that much he knew. Perhaps, the boy's parentage must really be a big thing. But what would be the cause of all this fuss? He knew that the Hokage likes to be blunt about everything, including anything offensive. So she must really be apprehensive and was hoping to repress some kind of shock.
"Tsunade-sama, I know you are trying to hamper some kind of violent reaction from me, but I assure you I would be ready and take it calmly."
"Okay then, but are you sure you wouldn't have some sake first-"
"-Hokage-sama-"
"-Okay okay, I'm telling-"
"WHO THE FUCK IS HIS FATHER?"
The hokage looked at him, emotions placed blankly across her face. Sasuke knew it was uncharacteristic of an Uchiha to shout, but there was something about the blonde and his son that he so desperately want to know. He sighed, he hadn't even personally met the blonde but now she was making him act un-Uchiha like.
"Hokage-sama, who is the father?"
"Uchiha Itachi."