Multiversing with Harems

Chapter Seven.

Naruto quietly began to trudge back towards Konoha. He was still grimacing, when a sudden outburst of force, similar to the Shinra Tensei, grabbed him and flung him to the side.

He barely managed a substitution Jutsu and a Kage Bunshin one, before spinning around to deflect an incoming volley of kunais and shurikens. All of them seemed coated in poison, and that was actually enough to make him wince. Who was attacking him!?

Explosive tags somehow suddenly filled the air, detonating and once more forcing him to resort to a substitution. The attackers were keeping themselves hidden from his sight, but he couldn't believe there was someone who, in this period of peace, wanted to kill him. A strong jet of water, more like a tidal wave, came his way pushing him against the ground and through a couple of tree trunks.

"Ouch! That hurt!" he yelled out loud, only for a three bladed scythe to come spinning for his body.

He aptly ducked down, barely avoiding being scalped. He blinked.

A three bladed scythe?

He knew there was something familiar with the pattern of attacks, but…

"Raiton: Gian!"

A female voice shrieked that a second later, and he rolled to the side, avoiding the lightning bolt. Tendrils of wood emerged in the spot where he had wanted to land, but quickly summoning another Kage Bunshin, he managed to change his trajectory mid-air.

"Who's there!?" he yelled.

A giant fireball lit the sky, diverging into small flaming shurikens that flew in arcs against him. Naruto called forth an Odama Rasengan, to deflect the incoming attacks as he landed back on the ground.

"That's father for you, the worthless bum." Twin-voices remarked from nearby.

Naruto actually twitched at that. He was starting to have a bad feeling about this.

The next moment, ten figures clad in the red clouds of Akatsuki emerged from the shadows around him. Standing in extremely provocative and curve-fitting uniforms, something that nearly went against decency, the ten girls looked at him with small grins or smiles.

Some were even flashing him cat-calls.

"Ehi daddy beautiful! How's it going?" the girl with the three bladed scythe remarked. "I'm Nadan!"

"You imbecile, I still haven't decided if he's my dad yet." Another girl droned on with a monotone voice, her body seemingly stitched together, five masks on her back. She was actually the most covered of the girls, having the default long cloak of the Akatsuki. Nakuzu.

"Honorable father, have you seen cousin Nasuko?" surprisingly similar to the girl she was mentioning was another raven haired young woman: this one had long raven hair and…the sharingan. Natachi?

"Always the worrywart." A blue skinned, fairly tall girl with gills on the side of her neck retorted. The sword on her back was Samehada, and with that he just knew who the girl was: Nasame.

"I think it's nice to worry about others!" a voice sung, as a blond haired girl smiled wickedly. "Hey dad, want to see some art?" Nadara…that actually brought him short. If she was Na-Deidara. Then what would Na-Madara be called? He shuddered within the depths of his soul.

They couldn't really go that far, could they?

"Father would rather watch puppet shows with me than blow things up with you." The arrogant voice that smugly spoke belonged to a doll-like girl with a beautiful face, possessing cerulean eyes and light red hair with streaks of blond. She was actually holding with chakra string a puppet eerily reminiscent of Sasori's own. That had to be Nasori.

His gaze then settled on the following two. A blue haired girl with piercing stuck on her face and wearing what looked just like a skimpy see-through fishnet shirt, a blue sleeveless jacket that didn't even reach half-way towards her belly-button, and the Akatsuki cloak looked more like some sort of outer bikini than an actual cloak.

Naruto felt his face heat up at such a sight.

"Like what you see, father?" the blue haired girl winked at him.

"Nanan, stop it." The red haired girl next to her remarked, the Rinnegan in her eyes making her…

"You're called Nagato?" Naruto found himself blurting out.

"No father: it would be a problem to call me like my mother. I am Narato."

"Ah…" the blond boy crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. Finally, he settled on the last two.

"I am Natsu…horrible bum of a father." The girl seemed split in half. One half looked kind of normal, with whisker marks and blond hair. The other half looked more like a metallic version of the first half, of a black color.

"And I am Narara! Nice to meet you daddy!" The masked girl next to her cheerfully said, waving at him with her over-sleeved cloak-shirt-robe of Akatsuki.

"And together, we form the Natsuki!" the group of ten said, all of them making a thumb-up movement. Of course a few made it grumbling —Nasame and Nasori— two were flustered —Nanan and Narato— and one looked outright murderous for whoever had decided that movement had to be their sign-call —Nakuzu, of course— yet they all did the move, which ended when Narara clapped her hands with a cheerful.

"Well done sisters! Well done!"

The moment the ten girls turned to their father…

There was just the after-image of him —such was the speed he had disappeared from in front of them.

The after-image itself looked utterly shocked, as it suddenly disappeared a moment afterwards.

Well, Naruto at least had tried not to run.

But really…

Rape-children.

It had to be that the answer.

Author's note

Natsuki.

Na+Akatsuki.