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The Best Art of Finding Your Love
Naruto fan-fiction
Uzumaki Naruto X Uchiha Sasuke
Original title: 《择偶标准》
written by +EuthanasiA+
translated by VHF
Warnings and Settings for this story:
*Yin-Yang Release and Flying Thunder God jutsu are magial( and you'll find their magic very soon. ) ...well, yeah, Sasuke-kun got pregnant because of Yin-Yang magic. XD
*Their child, Menma's image is homage to the boy with same look and same name in the Naruto movie Road to Ninja.
*Naruto became Hokage at twenty
*And today, +Euthanasia+ -san be here,she's bringing us a 9000 words' sweetness and angst!
*If you like this story very, very much, feel free to read the original one. Here is the link :
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*Enjoy reading!
1
"Sasuke...I'm sick..."
Menma mumbled as Sasuke was taking out the washed clothes one by one, piling up a hill on Menma's orange clothes look alike, and soon reached that height of Menma. He endeavored to look over the pile of cloths at his father, trying to attract his attention.
"What's wrong?"
"My eyes..."
Sasuke retrieved a tiny orange sports shirt,"I told you not to rub your eyes with your dirty hands."
"I did not..." Menma sounded worried, "My eyes were sore; it got burning hot. I couldn't control it..."
"It was not long after the pupils turned red that I had good eyesight, and everything seemed too clear to me...Oi Sasuke! Look at me -dattebayo !"
Sasuke jerked his head only to meet the teary eyes with a tomoe swirling—the Sharingan.
The washed clothes fell to the floor.
"—Hey it's my victory sweater! "
Sasuke snatched the clothes in Menma's hands and tossed them to the chair inches away—NICE SHOT! He clapped in his then he cupped Menma's cheeks and yelled "What have you done? Did you friend had his eye hurt for protecting you? Was it that you got pricked into a hedgehog before your friend?"
"What, what? No... no, no way..." Menma was at a loss, and mumbled like Naruto.
Sasuke still held his head: "—Oh I GOT IT — was it you were playing with your friend by Naka River and Naruto came and broke you up?! Fine just tell his name to me!"
"Sasuke you're unnerved! My friends are all fine!"
Sasuke took a deep breath and let go of him. Frankly speaking, as it were, children in the peaceful days would never understand how people survive the years of wars in the old days. But this is the only Sharingan existed in the world except him, and it is a duty for an excellent Uchiha to know about it( though casually surnamed Uzumaki), which is also a duty for their parents.
This being true, that his child, though half Uchiha blood, was never aware of the concept of Sharingan—ha, no wonder. The pure Uchiha sighed. There are so many Kekkei Genkai in the world, and if permitting, so long as he didn't show Sharingan to him, Menma would never that eyes in a million years.
"Well, " he soon collected himself, "first don't fear of it; you are not sick—okay don't rejoice. Rethink it and tell me, when was the first time you had that ability? And what did you see?"
All of gloom Menma had soon wore away: "Oh! Three days ago that night! I bet it was twelve—I was going to the bathroom, and your room wasn't locked you know—Gosh Sasuke you face was red -dattebayo!"
Half an hour later, having been back from work, Naruto cuddled Menma in a death grip. "Menma is just eight! What for you used tsukuyomi to our son ?! YOU SADIST! !"
"I just changed his memory it's not big deal—by the way I received tsukuyomi when I was seven."
"It's not legal, you were in special occasion...by the way what did you wipe out from his memory?! "
Sasuke tossed the undried clothes straight on his face.
"I NEED A LOCK, RIGHT NOW!"
2
—My very dear Sasuke, after all, has been different now, tebayo.
One day, after seven year's of marriage, our Seventh Hokage let off a sigh.
At seventeen year old, in the Valley of the End, the two boys fought till they both collapsed on the stone;they understood and talked, talked and understood. Later, they started dating with their 12-year-old-first-love romantic game memory. At nineteen years old, they became the first gay couple of Konoha Village. Kakashi sensei have some story to tell as he helped passed the first amendment of homo marriage.( Airisu: I never thought of it X3 )In the first night of sex they suffered a lot; yet they have all the way enjoyed their sex experience. To their surprise, the next day Sasuke ran to the bathroom and threw up many times, and following that they were told by Sakura that there was chakra mixed as a result of Yin-Yang Release, and, thanks goodness, it was a good thing Susanoo didn't finally castrate Naruto.
Yet Sasuke retained his aloof look,and kept the child for ten months. By the day Naruto went to the Hokage inheritance ceremony, Menma came to the world.
—it obviously romantic and precious a memory to them. But out of question Sasuke had changed.
Sprawling on the bed with hands behind the head, Naruto gave a look at Sasuke, who was lying reading a book.
The shoulder, the waist, and the buttock. The gracious lines can let lots of Konoha girls fall to their knees. And the owner was apparently not concerned of it, as he dangled his legs unconsciously. Naruto winked at his lover from time to time, observing in the way he had never felt weary to do. He looked up at the dark hair, which was no longer spiky and gravity-defying, and his fingers long and gracious, flicking the page like music.
Well if he had not been reading the last edition of Ero Sennin's book...
Look at it. It was right on the page that Naruto had written in place ghostwritten for his Sensei...
Naruto was gloomy as he found the truth that the world was so complicated that had been out of his judgement. At their first time of sex Sasuke was not able to face up to it, but now he was a slut for all it's worth.
What was most terrible was that Sasuke retained his fame for having been a wanted rogue ninja accordingly in Konoha village he was the star for all his fan girls. The only victim was Naruto, and he didn't understand why Sasuke was in the love of straddling on his cock and moving at his own will, all the while stifling the sound for fear that Menma could have heard of his voice.
Of course he didn't want anyone to know.
He took a yawn with satisfaction just as he patted at Sasuke's hips intently. Far from giving a look, the dark eyes still fixed on the book page. Naruto didn't stop for he again put his hand on Sasuke's hips and patted blissfully. Sasuke unmoved, coughed right then, "You are not qualified for the job of seducing, so now you are fired."
Naruto: "Sasuke tell you what, this morning I went to the market to buy a watermelon for Menma, the vendor informed me of the tips of choosing the right melon. As it is known that the best one sounds firm and taut..."
Sasuke sighed,"There is no need to do this—since you've tasted the inner part."
Naruto at first didn't get it, but then when he knew what he meant he blushed crimson. Sasuke turned to look at him intently.
It was the last straw.
Naruto gave a shout and flung at him, kiss deepening into his mouth. Sasuke cast away the book, automatically pulling him down by the back of neck in different angels. They kissed and touched, groped and moaned as they always felt the bond holding them together since childhood. As Naruto broke apart unwillingly, the sticky liquid stuck glistening by Sasuke's lips; his raven-like hair lay on the pillow, forehead as smooth as porcelain, not at all like a man of twenty-six ( having married and born a baby). He blinked, undauntedly stared at Naruto:
"Sweet enough?"
Naruto: "Yep!"
Sasuke barely raised his brows, as his pale feet trailed down Naruto's abdomen.
In the living room, Menma leaned lazily on the sofa watching TVs. The Historical Interview Programme invited the guest on spot, the retired cadre Kakashi. Not noticing the watermelon juice spilling his face, he yelled blissfully at the bedroom: "Naruto—you've got a good one—it's so sweet and tasty-tebayo! "
No response.
It is so funny they sleep so~early every day, he shrugged. Why do adults need more sleep when they grow older? How can you sleep so early every night, while the next day get up with pouches under your eyes?
Naruto raised up a white sweaty thigh on his shoulder and left kisses everywhere. On hearing Menma, he bent forward and deep inside the raven, his voice in playful tone: "Have you heard it? Menma said I have a good taste, look at what I choose, a sweet and juicy one—"
Sasuke ground the blond by the neck with his inner thigh, as he shuddered by another thrust, swallowing the groan, eyes with crimson at the corners:
"No...I've got a better taste, this stick of ...melon... is better..."
3
The seven years' itch of our dear Seventh Hokage cannot be stranded groundless.
And the problem came from his best friend and the one he loved the most,Uchiha Sasuke. Born in the Uchiha family, Sasuke had formed a habit of being pride and discreet. But for him the life was actually not that hard for him like other people think he would have thought. Not like his brother Itachi, he didn't have the intention to think too philosophical of the world, and there's no need for him to stick to vain and unimportant dignity.
The most concrete and cheerful example is that seven years ago, he had sex with whom he called moron and he was the bottom.
Naruto had once worried that would hurt his feeling for being a Uchiha. After all that man was a beautiful nuclear weapon to the world and too unyielding enough as to apologize easily. The first night after he even thought of sacrificing himself for Sasuke retreating back—but it didn't come true. For very few days after the sex, Sakura dumped a report assuring the pregnancy of Sasuke.
In an instant, Naruto cried while Sasuke remained seemingly calm as his face was switching from black and white visibly. Well look, the life is so full of surprise.
"Ma, Lord Tsunade and I was sure that the child was coated in a mass of chakra, but it has no yet a shape. "
Sakura was writing the prescription, adding, "So we are sure it is right in the place where Sasuke's groin was. After some time it will grow into shape and materialize as a real baby. Then Sasuke should come here and took it out as he didn't have a real womb. It will be ten months—congrats! At least you will be on the legal age of being parents!—Oh but I'm not so sure about Naruto since your birthday is some months later..."
—Oh my god. Before Naruto could react to that, he felt his bones were cracking as being clutched by Susanoo. He had once thought of making up for Sasuke's being bottom, and now it was completely impossible...
When the chaos at length calmed down, Sakura turned to them with some sort of look; she cleared her throat suddenly:
"Anyway...The child has been a result of the mingled chakra; it's physically safe but—"sternly she instructed ,"For the sake of the child, Naruto, you should not have sex with Sasuke, FOR THREE MONTHS!"
Sasuke was silent all through the conversation, looking indifferent as usual.
Naruto supposed Sakura had a misunderstanding of him.
He was expectant, of course, and he took good care of Sasuke during his pregnancy other than thinking of having sex. Three months later the recheck-up indicated the child was all the way healthy and safe as the shape of Sasuke's belly revealed the sign of pregnancy.
He used a simple jutsu for disguising his body so that people won't judge. They went home safely. Before Naruto could pull off his coat, Sasuke gripped his collar, kicking him down onto the bed, and sat astride him.
"Sasa, sa, sasuke?!"
"It's been one day and three months, usuratonkachi." the beautiful nuclear weapon said as he had climbed onto the bed very quickly. His pants laid on the ground; his pale thigh spread across his groin.
"NO SASUKE WAIT, WAIT!" Naruto exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? Are you drugged by someone?!"
Sasuke ignored his remark and zipped off his dark cloak. Some part of his body was exposed in the air. "What are you afraid of? Or you just don't remember how to as it's been a while, in just three months? "
"It can't be possible!" Naruto protested, "Literally it is safe for us to have sex after three months but you just seem too hurry!"
"Yeah."
"..."
Naruto had a sudden feeling of his former explosive remarks in their teenage years to Sasuke had been completely a fault and how Sasuke had felt for them.
"Okay that's it." he straddled on Naruto as he simply took his shirt off slowly. Naruto found his breath became ragged as he couldn't afford the image of his chest, his waist and his nipples.
Naruto rolled his throat involuntarily as his lover rose his arms revealing the obscene part of them. His head mugged; he gave up the attempt to be a good gentleman all the while. He knew he was on the edge.
Sasuke tossed away his shirt to one side and squinted down through the hair.
"I had been worried about you..." Naruto mumbled, resting his hand on Sasuke's belly.
"I'm fine." Sasuke locked a wisp of hair on his ear and said. Then he put his fingers on the back of Naruto's hand. It was midday, and the fine line of marble white revealed on his round belly because of the dim light through the curtain in the dark bedroom. "He is a child of yours, and he is sure to be strong enough."
Naruto thought he must have been abnormal? Who is to blame for that? Was it what Sasuke had just said to blame for? Else was the endurance for three months too inhuman? Or was it because of the fine line of his stomach? Before he could return to his conscience, Sasuke had sat above him screaming out loud. Tears wet his face, his mouth all wet, his tongue hang stiff in the mid air, his sound incredibly soft and seducing, precipitating his orgasm many times. How many times? Naruto couldn't help but thrusting into him, to the tight and alluring spot he had found in Sasuke. It was great comfort. He had the belief nowhere is better than in his body as such consoling and attractive. Inside him was hot and wet, and the warmth never stopped detaining his plugging out. It was where he breed a unprecedented child—a child of their own. With Naruto one hand gripping his thigh, they build a rhythm in unison. Sasuke was moving his body hard on the throbbing erection, his neck bending backwards, as the other man barged in with another sudden thrust, causing him shuddered helplessly. It was not until he had noticed the raven's erection was weeping painfully, as some were trickling down to his groin, that he felt his consciousness hadn't worn away. He put his left hand under Sasuke' stomach to relieve the pressure. The sperm from many time's orgasms was left on his protruding belly and his own hand.
Sasuke leaned backward against him with both legs stiff in the bed. The only thing holding him up was the hard inside. In his body the sound of liquid was so clear and erotic as to embarrass him. All the senses were new for him after three months, but he was not going to refuse it. He searched for delight in this act. The growing, inexplicable little baby may probably seduced him, enforcing him to meet straight with his erotic thoughts, pushing him to the summit of such a comforting deed. He showed his unpredictable avarice in the sex, and every wrinkle in the entrance mesmerized the heat radiating from Naruto's body. He felt his nerves were squeezed, shaped but becoming more compliant. He felt in heaven, baby all safe in Sasuke's belly . It was such a day for him to compromise, and maybe three months is worthy of that.
He gasped, peering at the light slipping through the curtain. The whole afternoon was their time, when the sun is no longer high above the sky. The light form its burning square shape on the ground, revealing a pink trace in the air. He was momentarily at a loss when Naruto quickly bit on his neck. His erection is reliably in the process of pulling out. The white liquid splayed out onto the messy belly.
The aftermath of the orgasm they spare no time in saying anymore but panting. Naruto was the first one to move. He moved his hand, spreading his fingers one by one, and sneaking into the ones of Sasuke's, holding it tight. The bright light receded before it had recorded the sweet but surreal, obscene scene. They peered at the gap of curtain in unison. Out of balcony a sakura tree was settled to its blossoms in springtime. The entire village, of course, had welcomed its season all in magnificent color. The sakura filled their day.
4
By nine years old when Menma was tall enough to the kitchen table, he got to assist his fathers with some cooking,and was often ordered to learn cooking by one of them.
After making the dinner, Sasuke was taking a yawn in the sofa. Naruto was washing the dishes while Menma was putting away the plates one by one.
"Menma, I saw the bill for this month...I think you should limit your time surfing the Internet. " Naruto said, "If Sasuke knows about it, you will receive punishment. You know what? One day I saw Sai sent his son to our home, when you're out playing with your friends, and told Sasuke to have his Internet-addicted son cured by electricity—his only son!—incredible though, but he persisted it will work. Then Sasuke treated him by some miniature chidori. Given that his son had never touched computer again, I think it actually works but that kid smiled to me the other day as if he had converted to sort of heresy..."
"Ah...speaking of Sasuke, " Menma interrupted; he lowered his voice, "I am very much interested in the romance between you and him..."
Naruto found his son was trying a way pretending to speak like an adult, and he laughed, "Of course I am glad to talk about it! "
"I've been puzzled, " with a contemplating face he said, " that on top of the cupboard is your wedding photo... is that so? I thought Sasuke should have been in shiromuku, which is so nice when I said it I meant it but no...well, I noticed his left arm was absent, so when did he decide to get his arm back? "
"Oh that's a simple question... why not ask Sasuke?... well You may as well ask him, but now I can tell you the reason. "
"I'm afraid to hear if it were because he was to resist your abuse after marriage I would hate you..."
What a brand Uzumaki idea he came up with! Naruto thought, though it's based on the great suspicion of his Uzumaki father...
"Why do you think that?" he suggested, "I sure Sasuke will love the idea hehe!"
"So I wonder why he finally received the operation."
"Oh! After your were born, he went to Sakura asking about that," Naruto passed him the last plate to Menma, "finally, Sakura depicted the facial expression of Sasuke to me—I was about to laugh at it for a long time. Sakura, help me install my left hand... I need it to hold my baby with both hands..."
Menma broke into laughter happily. Involuntarily, Naurto's smiling was taken better by amused laughter, too. He took Menma up and spun him in the kitchen. The laughter of the father and his son drifted very, very far away.
5
Sasuke traversed the broad, empty street slowly, for he had to keep an eye on Menma as the latter could hardly walk but falter. Menma had grown an interest in mumbling something, and his voice resembled Naruto's with an unconscious "- ttebayo" repeating. A pair of father-and-son, inheriting Uchiha blood, was ascending in their possessing but deserted Uchiha family place.
They walked by the long walls where a cracked Uchiha emblem carved on.
The Shuriken targets hung everywhere in the deep forest.
Finally they arrived at the graveyard; solemn and sullen soil was where they stepped on. They have no mercy no retrieving back for the ancient tombstones.
Sasuke stopped in front of a brand new tombstone, which Naruto had promised to build. It was a souvenir unspeakable existing, and let alone the exquisite words, being kept at length owing to Naruto's decision, was carving for describing his history. All in all in the third year when Naruto had succeeded as a Hokage, although there were bureaucratic people he had to deal with, still the proposal was adopted under his pressing. At last, a miserable ghost could go back his home.
Sasuke sat down, wrapping his hands on his laps. Regrading the stone for Itachi, he remained quiet, he didn't speak a word.
"Nii-san," at last he spoke, wiping his eyelids; he sounded like what sounded in his childhood, "See? This is Menma. He is my child; the youngest Uchiha in the world. "
He felt Menma jumped to his back. He nuzzled Menma's head, and the child let out a happy chuckle.
"When he grow older, I'll take him to Granny Cat to submit a task. As he became sensible like an adult day by day, I will tell him all the story of Uchiha the family, the story of yours, without concealing. Your greatness, your selfishness, I'm to polish nothing. In my life, I am not going to tell a single lie to this child."
"No matter what kind of people he will become, whether he is strong or weak, even if he failed to use Sharingan, I will love him all the way. "
Facing the tombstone, which was gilded by golden sunlight, Sasuke couldn't help but telling the thoughts he never told anyone. He cuddled Menma in his arms, and closed his eyes hearing the wind, sweeping past the tomb forest. He had all out from inside his heart—the joys and sorrows of an ancient clan, the love and hatred of a little brother in where he stayed—the isolated Uchiha family land, before the tombstone of Uchiha Itachi, under the bright sunlight of the new world.
"When I first took him into my arms, I know what you were feeling, Itachi. "
It was already evening when they left the graveyard. With Menma sleeping on his back, he shambled to the boisterous street. The seventh Hokage leaned under a tree, having been waiting for too long, and was taking a nap, and the hokage hat slouched on his face.
Sasuke weighed Menma at his back. The child was awakened; he rubbed his eyes, and clamoured Naruto's name. Naruto woke up with a shiver, and the hat slipped down from his head, revealing a stupid sleepy face. He leaped up, raised his spirit vividly, hailed and ran to them.
The rosy sunset glow tinted the evening sky.
6
After work, Naruto went to the supermarket with the shopping list drawn up by Sasuke. In the end he held the stuffed bags along the dam of Naka River. The rose-red clouds was rolling gently in the sky, dying the river water with leaping orange light, just the same as the scene where he captured Sasuke at the corner of the bridge. Naruto chansons in remembrance, reminded of Sasuke, listening to Menma imitatively telling his little "incidents" from school, and he relieved a chuckle. If possible, he would have been hopping right away.
Passing the bridge, Naruto, with an air of joy, looked down at the place. O farewell, may the Sasuke-chan be the last Sasuke-chan—wait!
A little Sasuke was sitting at the riverside where in his memory had been.
No. Naruto looked down again at the child—Menma it was. His "Sasuke-chan" was in a dusty shirt with many fabricated holes in it, looking melancholy seen from the back, his legs dangling aimlessly. Menma had always been on time coming back to home—what's wrong?
Naruto slipping down the stairs immediately—he had thought the stairs to Sasuke to be long and irreproachable, but now it was just one step ahead. He called Menma, Menma, walking over and plopped down by his side.
Unmoved, Menma looked up at him with an injured face"...Naruto,"
"What's wrong? Did you beat down those who you don't like?" Naruto bent down looking at him pitifully "The taijutsu Sasuke taught you didn't work?"
"I lost."
"Why don't you go home but stay here? " Naruto made a Kyuubi charka dumpling to encircle the kid. "Even if you lose Sasuke won't scold you. Come on, let's go home, after dinner I'll teach you a more splendid jutsu—"
He bit his lower lip as if he was enduring something, " ...because Sasuke should interrogate me, I mean interrogate, and I can't tell a lie to him, but I don't want to make him sad... "
Naruto's eyes widened , "Why?"
"It's some bad genins—they barred me midway and insulted you at my face—saying you being a Hokage, defending a rogue ninja.. "
"..."
"—How! " Naruto hurled furiously. He looked agitated, and he took Menma into his arms. The strong arms circling around him, in the warm and tight cuddle finally his tears finally rimmed out his eyes.
"Naruto, "Menma sniffled, "I always hear some people talking about Sasuke as a defector—what did he do? He's good..."
"In a sense he did nothing wrong! " he roared, "Do anyone dare to talk nonsense about Sasuke, say to him, Sasuke never needs anyone to protect him like a weak baby! If it were not him, I couldn't even get to my inauguration—"
Menma looked up at his father. The man had a handsome figure, blue eyes glittering in the sunset glow.
He stared at the eternal waves in the Naka River, his speech reaching a oratorical height:
"Menma listen to me! " his eyes met the child's. He waved his legs like a kid at the bridge, sent away some golden splashes of spray. "The Seventh Hokage told them himself, if Konoha couldn't accept Sasuke, should I be obliged to be a Hokage? Impossible!"
Menma smiled through tears: "Em!"
"Good!"he extended his big hand, nuzzling the dark hair. "Sasuke's waiting too long for us, let's go home, shall we?"
"En!"
7
During first few days Menma had entered ninja academy, Naruto worked till late at night in his Hokage office. Thus he had an excuse for sleeping through the morning, and in the end Sasuke had to send Menma to school by himself.
Naruto ended up getting off the bed in the late morning. As he yawned and wandered about in the dinning room, Sasuke went back. One hour late, he thought.
"Good morning Sasuke!" he gave a fainting smile and followed Sasuke into the kitchen. Seeing him taking out the miso soup and mackerel, he felt happy.
He took his waist in his arms, and surprisingly found him sweaty. "Where did you go after taking Menma to school?"
"I got a relic from Ninja school."
"What is it?"
"I've informed Iruka of that, " his lips lopsided a bit, "it is in the backyard, go and have a look at it."
Naruto slipped through the room with cotton slippers, looking out at the yard.
Hanging on the Sakura tree was a old swing, swiveling docilely in the spring wind.
Naruto stood, stunned; Naruto dashed back to the kitchen door, Sasuke winked, not surprised by his reaction. As Naruto was about to speak pensively, he interrupted,
"It's yours; if it were left there, it may be broken down by kids." he continued as he padded some rice in the bowl, "When Menma comes back home, you may as well take him with you playing it—don't worry I had strengthened the rope."
Naruto opened his lips as if he was about to say something but Sasuke quickly turned away, putting his forefinger on his lips, "Go brush you teeth; breakfast is ready."
Naruto, however, moved away Sasuke's hand, pressing him at the dinning table by the waist, and they kissed. A good-morning kiss. Sasuke glanced at the miso soup, which was spilled all over the table, knowing the man had not yet brushed his teeth. Unbearable, he thought. He had one hand on Naruto's chest, in a bid to push him away. He failed in the first second, he was locked, and he loved it.
8
After the whole day's hustles and bustles, they ended up coming back with bags of nutrients, too tired to speak a word. Naruto moved his eyes around Sasuke's figure, which looked indifferent as usual. He imagined the round shape of the belly, drawing in the air with his fingers. He was probably the last man who had not self-conscious of his own excitement, but the one who after all paid for this result, Sasuke, was the one he dared not to ask.
Although in the clinic Sasuke almost couldn't retain the urge to kill Naruto with Susanoo, but he still spaced him out by Kusanagi sword, in turn Sakura had to stop him from committing crime right in this hospital ( "Don't flare up, you've been a pregnant mother!" as she yelled) But of course, Sasuke's face turned red and white—
However, Sasuke never claimed he didn't want this child, not in the least.
Even if it was just as simple as taking out Naruto's Yang chakra, and the chakra mixture would naturally disappear by the operation.
Sasuke took out the nutrients quickly and placed them in a row on the table. After boiling the water, he began to mingle them in the bowl.
Naruto stood behind him, watching as Sasuke was prescribing like a doctor. He looked for a while as he decided to break the ice. His finger dug in the black hair, caressing tentatively. Sasuke ignored his insult and went on his work, but he didn't stop Naruto.
—You are certainly a social-retard, but now...
Oh, but I am the only one who touched the very inside(only once though), hair is out of question. Naruto thought blissfully. He snatched up a rubber rope and roll the hair playfully. The dark hair was longer than before, covering half of his face. In this way, Sasuke looked as if he were a minstrel.
Sasuke ignored his gazing, desperately pouring a pack of powder into the bowl. Naruto succeeded in tying up a ponytail. Beneath the black open collar, was the pale back-neck showing a little.
He felt momentarily happy, and thoughtfully kissed the skin of his neck; his lips touched and left. He dug his nose in the hair smelling the consolable smell, making a noisy sound.
"Sasuke you are—appalling - dattebayo."
Sasuke sighed and mingled the medicine again. Finally he took a sip with desperation, and in a second he held his forehead and bowed down with pain.
Naruto looked at his shuddering figure worriedly.
"Oh gross..." Sasuke crocked coarsely. Naruto took a stride at him and hugged him from behind, patting at his back trying to calm him down. In the end, Sasuke straightened up and drank them up in a sudden. Naruto watched his moving anxiously, only to observe his hair broke off the rubber rope, and perversely the hair stretched out like a bunch of dark bush.
Naruto was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Sasuke stood at the closet putting away the bottles.
After a long silence, Naruto broke out, "It had been too busy today, I forgot to tell you, that Kakashi sensei is going to retire in this year, and I am going to succeed...the Hokage, as soon as in October. "
"Oh..."
He glanced back only to find his indifferent visage; he felt quite deflated and resumed washing those dishes. No wonder Sasuke doesn't like Hokage, he thought, but whatever it's not his fault anyway...
"What are you sad about?"
"Well, I don't know," Naruto was thinking about the good words to say, "I've seemingly been working so hard these years. What if I realized my dream right away? I would probably be too happy to remember to quarrel with you...But being so near now to my dream, I become more and more anxious, am I able to succeed in this position? Maybe I haven't yet understood what being a Hokage actually means, I guess. Or perhaps I just want to be a ninja who will never be defeated, but this sort of thing, until I met Iruka sensei, you, the Team Seven, and other people... I might have got over it but, will I be a qualified Hokage?"
Sasuke spaced the last bottle and closed the cabinet door lightly.
"So what are you afraid for? Talking big all along, why are you still be afraid of a small thing as being a Hokage?"
Naruto looked up with confusion, meeting right with his dark eyes, which was light and beautiful, staring at their home—a home of their own. Here was this tiny but cozy space, which was incomparable to those enemies and vicious remarks. But after all the humble and ordinary place, was a home established by two man desperately from their solitary planets.
He grabbed at Naruto's hands, and placed them on his belly.
"You made a home."his eyelids dropped, "You and I, we made a home together—it was thought to have been a mission impossible, and much more difficult than being a Hokage, Naruto."
The blue eyes dilated, gazing at him in surprise. Finally the blond let off a sudden weep, and Naruto took stride forward taking him in his arms. Sasuke raised his hands on his back and cuddled back, staring at the warm light of the light bulb.
"I will name him,"he blinked, declaring directly "he is Menma."
9
On the morning of his twentieth birthday, he took over the new hokage robe and looked at Sasuke worriedly, who was only able to walk slowly because of the weight on his belly.
"You have to go now," Sasuke sounded calm. The fact that his lover was at the point of becoming a Hokage didn't make him at any rate surprised. "I'll come to the inauguration"
"Sasuke...are you alright?" Naruto felt worried.
"Hn, " Sasuke lifted an eyebrow, "Don't worry, I left an mark of the Flying Thunder God jutsu in your office. "
Naruto was about to fall down on his knees at the bold declaration to space leaping despite that he's still pregnant. "OK! Anyhow the settled place is for you, in this case Menma cannot be touched in the crowd. "
"No one will touch him, " Sasuke stretched out a hand stripping off a thread, "Time to go."
"En! " Naruto, with his active voice, responded. Then he quickly took a stride forward kissing him on the lips. Sasuke didn't avoid, and he circled around his neck giving back another kiss, watching him to go.
Suddenly, it was like a lightning struck his legs trembling, and his body was about to fall down on the ground. Naruto reacted to it very quickly, and held him in the arm before he would have fallen down and got hurt. Sasuke felt his limbs was too vacant to stay where they were. Deprived of air, he breathed hard, feeling the heat losing from his body—momentarily he gripped Naruto's arm, his eyes unfocused, and he choked out the blood.
"Sasuke?! Sasuke—" Naruto's voice twitched; seeing the pale face turning white, he couldn't but cry for his name. His hand was drown into the heated blood—from between the legs, with violence strewing over his hands. Sasuke was suppressing his harsh breath, and at last when he spoke the sound was coarse and piercing :
"...it's Menma—"
"Menma?! "
Wind.
Sasuke opened his heavy eyes, feeling the cool air blowing over his face. They were out of their house. The gentle early morning light radiated its light on the horizon, the Konoha village they were in was under a canopy of saint light—they are shifting from houses to houses by the tops. It's Naruto. Naruto encircled him with the hokage robe, and held him tight in his arms.
He felt the pain. Twenty years had entitled him with wound and angst, but none of them had been that painful. Now the pain doubled—he had never been scared of injury, and if he was hurt, he never hitch...I'm fearing. Sasuke leaned in Naruto's arms, thinking word by word. For Menma, the body was bleeding, what if he and the baby could not endure it...
"Sasuke you—keep going—dattebayo!" Naruto roared, his voice trembling. "Konoha Hospital is not far off! Sakura she, she is on the morning shift! She, she knew what state you are in...don't fear I said! "
—Even if I could not live through the day, Menma is your child, I am sure, he will.
He turned to look at Naruto, biting his lips and adjusted his breath, "I'm...not afraid, are you?"
Naruto burst into tears.
"I'm...I'm fucking terrified!" His nose was sniffling, his tears trickling down all over his face, but he didn't stop running. His hand, all covered by blood, mopped the face momentarily, and finally the blood covered the whisker marks, mingled with the running tears. "No wonder Menma is my child! —Fortune besiege him I should say! How can he come to the world in his father's inauguration? That's...incredible...like you are...I am fear, I am hurt, I know you're great. If I were you, I would have been as if death comes! So...keep awake, promise me, please don't, just don't leave me away, you should teach me how to say hello to Menma, absolutely— "
Sasuke huddled in the blood-stained robe, staring at Naruto's messy visage, which was gilt gold by the sun, and the eyes glittering looked bluer than any sky he had seen. He felt too painful to stop the urge to laugh, but stretching out a hand mopping away his tears. Don't be afraid, he murmured, let me teach you. It will be your birthday gift.
In the course of the operation, to ensure the baby well kept in his belly, Sasuke had to keep sober till it was taken out. This operation, without even a doge of drug but some medical jutsu temporarily keeping pain off, was incredible. As the Chakra knife reached the belly, Sakura felt sweat bursting out her body. But for her professional ethic, she was at last able to make her hand not tremble.
Naruto had been sending chakra to his belly, while Sasuke was fixed on the bed on all fours. He refused to see the scene of being giving birth, but looked away from his own body only to meet Naruto's eyes. Naruto glanced at his belly furtively, but not to make Sasuke annoyed, he kept his face as steady as possible.
In fact Sasuke wasn't afraid. He was soaked in the warm Kyuubi chakra, and underneath the baby seemed to calm down because of father's chakra. Tsunade, folding hands on her chest, stood aside as easy as she all the time was. Menma will be fine. He breathed heavily, and smelt nothing but Naruto. Then just wait...till Menma materialized from the dump, it could be separated out, there is nothing to worry...
He glanced at the clock, and his hand tightened in Naruto's.
"...time to go..."
Naruto looked at him, stunned.
"Go...why I have to go Sasuke?!"
"Leave a kagebunshin here, and you may as well go without worry..."
"That's enough!" Naruto flared up all in a second, shouting at him. "You and Menma are here; I am going nowhere! The inauguration, however, can be held at any time! But for the lifetime it is only once for me to welcome Menma I mean..." he wept, his both hands held Sasuke's weak one on his forehead; he couldn't help crying.
"You've been here... didn't you?... " Sasuke turned to stare at his dirty face, and softly, he continued, "but for that he pick your day. I could wait for him—but your Konaha village, everybody's waiting outside the Hokage building; waiting for you.."
"...but Menma is waiting for me too!" Naruto exclaimed hoarsely, "people in Konoha are just waiting their Lord Seventh. Everyone needs only a Hokage who is strong enough to protect the village.—no one, not a people, is waiting for Uzumaki Naruto—BUT..." he raised the head, tears filling the blue eyes."In the world except you and Menma, no one needs Uzumaki as who he is, why haven't you realized it! "
He listened Naruto's exclamation, his eyes half-open, breathing heavily on the bed.
I knew it. He thought.
"Sasuke—"
"You shut up—" he gritted as he transfer all his chakra to the split abdomen, where the chakra dump was squirming violently. With all his effort, he cried, "—you the same! It's time to grow up!—if you don't get out, the usuratonkachi, is gonna be late for work on his very first day—"
A little hand broke out from the dump, like the weed coming out from the soil, vividly, actively, waving in the air.
"Menma! "
"...Menma..."
With a clear cry the baby took his name, marking the beginning of a new life.
The baby was at last parted from Sasuke's belly, and placed on between the pillow. It slept somberly between his parents. Naruto was poking at the whisker marks on its cheeks, giggled. Poked, and giggled again. He stretched out his arms hugging Sasuke in. After a while, he blurted out, "Sasuke you're great, you..."
Sasuke smiled, the closed eyes angled, triumphant. The scar on the belly is disappearing under Kyuubi chakra, and those phenomena were just a sign of chakra repulsion. After the infant was taken out, despite the weakness of chakra loss and great pain, there wasn't any damage on physical function. He turned his face to snuggle Menma. On seeing this, Naruto wanted to take a photo to put in his favourite family album.
"Huh...all in all, that's all!" Sakura took off her blood-stained gloves, giving a thumb-up to the two men. "Naruto , there's yet one minute before it begins, are you going or not? "
"Sorry it could be time out..." Tsunade resumed the conversation, as she was banding up on Sasuke. The Hokage office areas were nearly on the other end of Konoha, and he could hardly arrive there on time. Although outside the main building people had been waiting for their new leader, the hero of Konoha to materialize with his hokage robe vividly, as they're too anxious to wait...
Sasuke opened his eyes slowly.
"Flying Thunder God."
"Oh...you mean space leaping to the office? " Naruto haven't waken up. "But that Chakra mark was left by you. How can I use it? "
"You can, " Sasuke said decisively,but his voice grew lower. "I marked with Menma's chakra, which means it shares half of yours, so..."
Naruto's eyes dilated and he leaped up suddenly, grabbing the hokage robe by the bedside.
"Sasuke you're the best—I'm going! "
He exclaimed with exhilaration, bending his head and kissed his beloved forcefully, another kiss lightly for Menma. The Flying Thunder God mark takes only an instant, and the next second the chair was pushed down by strong force.
"—Hmm." Sasuke smiled as he cuddled Menma closer to his chest. An ancient clan was owed by this village so much, that the last orphan of it had no obligation to assist its leader, not even in a ceremony. But if it were Uzumaki Naruto, things may be different. He reckoned tiredly. He was not helping Konoha to send their leader, but helping Uzumaki Naruto to get to his dream.
Sakura switched off the lamp, and strode off to open the curtain. It's already midday, miles away the crowd was noisy. Menma remained sleeping soundly. He felt the sun ray down on its face, closing his eyes slowly as well.
—Go well in the way.
Naruto was running with all his effort, and finally he got at the stand. He strolled and waved, spreading his hokage robe with honour, like a hero in his dressing up in armour. It was what he was to guard on. After two decades of struggling he found it, gripping in the hand and never let go of it. The partner fighting shoulder to shoulder backed him up, the new life coming out from their once-nothingness hands was giving its bless, and not a person understand better than him what happiness is, he must be able to grasp unshakable victory in his hands from then on.
On the top of the building, his grin lightened; he stretched out his hands to welcome the sun shining in the blue sky. The pure and glittering golden sunshine generously spread all over him. The ceremony was on the high, and the crowd, were waiting for their wind to come, who in turn, showed up at last, before the whole world.
—Uzumaki Naruto , at the age of twenty when Menma was born, succeeded as the Seventh Hokage of Konoha Village.
—FIN—
【Extra Episode】
Winter.
One night, Sasuke huddled in an easy-chair in his blue winter sweater beside the mantelpiece, gazing thoughtfully at the boy , who was preparing for the final exam in ninja school, by reciting ninja regulation.
Naruto was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
Menma had already turned twelve, and he was endowed with a feature resembling the child Naruto. When he was stirred, he was like Uzumaki Naruto, however, when he meditated, he was mostly another Uchiha Sasuke. He cannot use Kagebunshin very well, but he was able to make Rasengan with lightening. His Sharingan has one Tomoe, his observation merely okay, but his character tended to get sparked when irritated. Sasuke had the baby bird of the eagle he summoned follow Menma everywhere, and if he couldn't be calm, the owl would give him a peck.
It all looks so natural. Sasuke analyzed, but he deemed that there is something lost in these Shonen Manga settings.
Classical story deserves classical plot. He pondered for a while, and suddenly an idea struck him.
"Menma, " he requested the child by steps, "since you've grown-up, are you finally agreed to doodle on Naruto's Hokage rock?"
Menma put down his book and, with doubt, gave a pity look at him—Naruto claimed that it looked just the same as that look in Sasuke's boyhood, which Sasuke refused to admit.
"Naruto is so good— he did nothing wrong—why I have to paint on his face?"
Sasuke was surprised.
From the kitchen the blond bustled in: "Coming! Coming! Best special cuisine—tomato salad—made by Naruto-sama -dattebayo! "
—I guess, that's actually true. He looked at the two father-and-son, who was still quarreling for whether to eat vegetables, biting off another piece of tomato, agreeing Menma's answer by heart.