Multiversing with Harems
Chapter Ten.
Nanzo, differently from his other daughters, seemed difficult to lose. Naruto realized that as he desperately tried to make his way to his apartment, while at the same time trying his best to lose her. She never relented. In the end, he had to use the Taju Kage Bunshin to simply depart everyone in different directions, before finally reaching for his house.
He opened the door of his apartment, already dreading the feeling of seeing someone within that would probably make him retch, when nothing happened. He blinked in surprise, before cautiously peeking around the one-room apartment, and finally deciding that it did seem empty. He closed the door behind him, as he stepped inside and made his way to the kitchenette.
He took three steps towards the cupboard, where the cup-ramen was meant to be, and then he stilled sensing someone observing him.
He slowly turned his head around, to look at the window of his apartment.
It was open, and a figure was dangling her legs outside. Long flowing red hair and a bright looking smile, with cheeks holding whisker-marks. A bright red dress covered her, as nine fluffy crimson tails sprouted from her back. Her eyes did not hold the human irises, but slits like those of a fox. They were however a nice cerulean shade.
Naruto blinked once, seeing the fox-girl sniff the air for a second, before turning to look at him and blinking once.
"Hey dad, welcome back home."
The tone wasn't cheerful.
It wasn't noisy. It wasn't extreme. The girl didn't seem to be trying to assault him or even touch him. She just looked towards him, then back at the outside. "Do we eat Ramen?"
Naruto frowned at the 'we' but then shook his head slowly and placed a second cup. He could offer the food of the god to one of his probable daughters. Had he done it with a fox? Nine-Tails however…
His eyes widened as he felt something revulsive settle deep within his throat.
KURAMA WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK OF HELLISH FUCKS ARE YOU!?
I was sleeping. What do you have to yell so loud?
The deep rumbling noise echoed through Naruto's head, as the boy merely deadpanned.
Our daughter, that's what.
What? I am a chakra construct. I cannot give birth. And, excuse me, but you are clearly not my type.
And neither are you. It's not like I have a fetish for nine-tailed foxes as big as a mountain…well, can you explain her then?
Narama quietly left the windowsill, graciously moving towards the kitchenette to take care of the boiling water, before adding the powdered ramen as Naruto finished setting the table. It actually seemed like a normal everyday scene.
"How…" he asked, trying to bridge the argument.
"Mother wanted out," she replied calmly. "She possessed you while half-breaking the seal. You didn't want to die of course, so you fought back. Your chakra coils were churning out chakra and so you just brought it all up and merged it into a single Kage Bunshin: me. I'm actually skin, flesh and blood, because mother can materialize her chakra into solid form…if you remember your eight tail status…" her voice trailed off. "So I'm your daughter."
That actually could work. If I wanted to reduce you to a cripple with no chakra pathway, force myself through excruciating pains and actually have a chance to escape before another shinobi sealed me in.
Thankfully you didn't.
"You were reduced to a near cripple state, while I was brought away to be studied," she whispered. "You didn't heal. I didn't talk: I looked just like this, but I had no memories, no knowledge of anything. My first memories are of a dingy cell and that guy, the Yamanaka, trying to enter my brains for information while the bald guy readied the torture instruments."
The ramen broth seemed cooked, at least in the eyes of the girl since she removed the pot from the water.
"You came to visit me two weeks later and took me in. By then my first words were 'tell the truth' and 'this is going to hurt' and…" she mumbled something incoherently, before sitting down and staring at the plate. Naruto winced as he took the seat in front of her, sharing equally the ramen.
"And the villagers hated us?" he supplied.
"Hate was on the good days," she chuckled grimly. "They tried to form mobs to crucify me, they flung stones, explosive tags…a few shinobis tried to assassinate us. You couldn't use chakra, and I wasn't trained as a shinobi. You did your best, really you did." Her eyes looked down at the ramen, as her chopsticks merely began to stir the noodles. "In the end you had to train me to defend myself, and when I started attacking our assailers, things just crashed down." She dropped her chopsticks on the sides of the bowl.
"We left the village?"
"No, you died, and I destroyed the village down to its last child." The girl replied calmly, without an inflection of anger or anything more. It was just…as if she was talking of something that wasn't important. "And then I left…I was roaming around without a purpose when I was brought here."
Naruto's eyes had widened to the size of saucers, as the girl spoke.
"The civilians aren't that bad here! There's no need to…"
"I know," Narama replied. "I know," she softly added. "I'm sort of jealous, really. Even if you were to convince Kurama to try and give birth to me, I wouldn't be the girl. She would probably grow up loved and respected by all, and not just by her father." Tears formed on the girl's eyes.
"I…I should go," she whispered, standing up. "I'll be around, enjoying the village…when you'll have made your choice, I'll be there." And then she disappeared.
Somehow, Naruto wasn't hungry either after that.
Author's notes
And the Serious Chapter strikes again.