Multiversing with Harems

Chapter Four.

Naruto had barely managed to catch a wink of sleep, what with everything that he had been told by one of his daughters. He couldn't believe his other-self had taken the way out, but that was certainly what his daughter, Nasuko, believed. She had even activated the Mangekyou after that.

Grimly, he finally managed a good look around the mysterious mansion. The symbol of the Uchiha fan was painted on the thin paper walls, and that made him uneasy for some reason. In another dimension, this was Nasuko's and his home together with…a female Sasuke. He shuddered.

Sasuke as Hokage? Yeah, that would be a gut punch for his other self. It wouldn't be the end though, and he felt it: putting himself in somebody else's shoes, when that somebody was you, wasn't really all that difficult. He wouldn't commit suicide if Sasuke became Hokage…but what if he went with Sakura and the girl became Hokage, and their daughter then hated him? For one thing, he knew Sakura wouldn't actually love him back enough to marry him: the lack of a Nakura going around was—

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on the door.

"Ano, Otou-san? Are you awake?" The soft spoken voice was new to his ears. His heart somehow began to thump. It couldn't be that there actually was a Nakura around now, could it? But then again there was something as horrid as a Nakashi, so why not a Nakura?

"I am." He replied, the feeling of uneasiness not leaving him as the door slid open easily. His breath hitched. The piercing blue gaze of his eyes, with the pronounced whisker marks, was melded together with the pink hair and the soft lineaments of Sakura. The Konoha forehead protector stood hanging loosely on her right arm, and as the girl fiddled with it with pure embarrassment, he felt his heart twitch. She was wearing a light brown skirt with floral motifs of cherry blossoms, and a red chinese-like dress that was also sleeveless and contrasted her soft pink skin.

She looked so…so scrawny and with the way she was biting her lower lip in anxiousness was just so…so strange.

He had never been anxious or afraid. This had to be Sakura's side, probably before she had met with Ino. He had been there, watching the girl crying and trying to decide to cheer her up or not: of course Sakura then met Ino. He never met anyone.

So this was probably how their daughter would turn out.

"Nakura?" He asked, albeit the name sounded so wrong to his ears now.

"Hai, Otou-san." She replied, smiling with such a warm smile that for a brief moment he actually feared he was going to become a pedophile. The moment passed, and the girl slowly walked inside, before settling on his lap.

He frowned at that, especially when the girl began to rub herself against his chest with a longing gaze.

"Otou-san," she whispered to his ear before…nibbling it?

"Ehm, what are—"

"Otou-san," she moaned, "When are you going to take your stiff, big—"

He pushed her away and jumped on his feet, while exclaiming.

"What the hell!?"

Nakura merely pouted, now on the floor with her legs strangely open in a most revealing position, to display her white panties, while at the same time showing a more mischievous face.

"No fun!" She muttered, "Jiraiya-jiji's Icha Icha Forbidden Fruit was meant to be a success!" She whined, as she slowly got back on her feet and smiled, this time saucily. "Worry not daddy! Without mother around I'll get your heart: you can count on it 'ttebayo!" And then the girl winked at him, before running out of the room giggling like a madwoman.

To say Naruto couldn't compute what had just happened was to claim the sea wet.

"Argh, dammit!" Another voice, this one strangely familiar to his ears, reached him. He turned his gaze and was met with something he truly, truly, had no desire to even believe in.

A white haired girl, whose hair was held in a sort of crop style, albeit it also was as spiky as that of the deceased Jiraiya, stood on the windowsill. The girl had a lecherous face on her and was currently holding a notebook in her hands, where she was scrambling notes on.

He actually turned slightly green when he realized that the girl's chest was sort of rivaling that of Tsunade, but if there was some doubt on whose daughter she was, it was all removed once the whisker marks and the blue eyes came into view.

"Ehi there pops! I'm Naraiya!"

Naruto absolutely did not scream like a girl as he dashed out of the house with such a speed he left a line of fire behind him.

He absolutely didn't.

He was just reaching the ultrasounds frequency while he ran, that was the reason it seemed as if he was girlishly screaming as he ran.

Really.

Naruto Uzumaki did not scream like a girl.

Author's notes

Light-Hearted chapter is back. With new girls.

XD