真
鍮
の
花
弁
||| Temporal Echo |||
By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Divergence, Time-Travel, Mommy Kink,
Dark, Sex Pollen, Shota, Clan culture, Genin! Sasuke, Jōnin! Hinata, Sasaukage! Sasuke,
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hello My Honeys!
I'm back, well, for a bit since it's the Easter long weekend and I've been working on this two-shot over the first half of the semester. Hehe, I've been SO busy that I barely have enough time to write but I didn't stop, I promise. Uni just takes up a lot of my time.
Anyways, this story is based on an idea I've been working on for a while now. How the Sharingan gains maturity.
In my mind, it goes something like this:
Ist Tamoe- Be prepared to sacrifice one's life (A gift to Amaterasu)
2nd Tamoe - Sacrificing one's childhood (A gift to Tsukiyomi)
3rd Tamoe - Sacrificing one's bodily innocence/ either through taking a life or sex (A gift to Susanoo)
Mangekyo Sharingan - Witnessing or causing the death of one's most important person
Eternal Mangekyo - Sacrificing one's sight and regaining it through assimilating a brother's Mangekyo
Rinnegan - Combing the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan with the chakra of Senju
Anyways, that's the idea behind this story...how Genin!Sasuke awoke his third tamoe during his first fight with Naruto at the Valley of the End. I also wanted to play with a Sex Pollen story.
So we have this. A stern warning:
This story contain an underage Sasuke in an explicit situation with his furture self, an Adult!Sasuke (28) and Adult!Hinata (27) when older Sasuke preferred knowing his third tamoe was awakened through pleasure rather than taking a life.
Just a note, in Japan the age of consent for sex is thirteen, way too young in my opinion, but this is a fictional story and as shinobi live such dangerous lives...they are already considered adults at the age of their graduation.
I'd like my honeys to keep than in my mind.
Either way, this story plays to quite a lot of my kinks and I would appreciate it, if something freaks you out in my explanation and warnings, that you please don't read.
Part 2 will be posted as soon as I am done.
二 の 舞: 蓮華
'Between the devil and the deep blue sea…a lotus blooms. Apathetic to the sanguine depths that sustain it, the flower quietly unfurls at the birth of a three-tamoed Sharingan.' ~ Uchiha Proverb
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Renge — 蓮華 — predecessor to the Epiphyllum night blossom; flowers only once an Uchiha's lifetime. The night Susanoo demands their purity. The flower, born to spiral a thousand alternate gateways before slowly maturing Sharingan irises, shyly unfurls its petals beneath the rays of a languid sun.
Purifying the spoilt waters of the Naka-no-Kawa; the quiet lake, situated at the edge of Clan property, descends into deceptive tranquillity. The wind was rustling mindlessly through spring-bound trees, the Last Uchiha sweeping glazed eyes over the delipidated pier as he observed the unnatural stillness reflect the beginning of a harvest moon.
The strain he endured to conceal the injury he sustained earlier that day had not been easy, especially since it led to the inevitable consequence of relying on his Sharingan too much — severe chakra-exhaustion and partial blindness.
The steady drip, drip, drip of blood from a gash on his thigh was an annoying reminder that sentiment led to nothing, the thirteen-year-old sufficiently disillusioned by the village and his teammates' empty promises. They would never possess the skill or prowess to match Uchiha Itachi's ruthlessness, not even the infamous Sharingan-no-Kakashi and his thousands of jutsu.
No, Uchiha Sasuke himself barely escaped the previous confrontation with his brother with nothing but a broken arm and a harrowing trip inside Tsukuyomi. The physiological trauma of reliving his clan's slaughter over and over and over again seemed to have shaken what little peace and joy he managed to find over the last year.
Not that it should really matter.
Sasuke had sworn to be strong enough to kill his brother one day, to be cruel enough to cut him down where he stood. It was one of the reasons he felt no regret leaving his teammates to entertain themselves that night, too emotionally exhausted and drained to listen to their selfish attempts to cheer his brooding melancholy.
As if living on the brink of insanity and rage, like he did every day, could be cured by comfort and company.
The thirteen-year-old absolutely refused to step inside a hospital, rather retracing his steps from the edge of the Uchiha dock toward the grassy embankment. He preferred licking his wounds in private with the family's polyandrium at his back, especially in light of the withdrawn headspace he had been teetering on for the past hour.
Slightly dizzy and disorientated from the agony settled behind hazy onyx eyes, Sasuke could only breathe a sigh of relief when he realized he didn't need to see in order to follow the path towards Haha-ue's favourite tree. It was situated a short distance from the lake edge, its ancient trunk spanning several meters in circumference as its vastly flowering canopy blotted out the laconic horizon.
Never once did its drifting petals stir the dirty silt or blood-in-the-rain scent clinging to dilapidated district walls; weary legs folding haplessly beneath the teen's hundred-and-fifty-centimetre frame as a prideful back slid stoically down fire-blackened bark.
The Uchiha genin seated himself numbly in the night's encompassing shade, a quiet sigh parting pale lips as feral black bangs danced restlessly across aching temples. Sasuke was closing his eyes against the sight of haunting micro-flowers he deemed himself too damaged to appreciate.
"Tadaima, Okaa-san." He greeted, the deep raven-blue of his hair shimmering an iridescent black in the diming twilight as hooded eyes stared nonchalantly across the water's placid edge. The obsidian mass stretched all the way to Konoha's defensive mountain range, the Uchiha district carving a bitterly sombre tomb behind his back as the thirteen-year-old automatically searched the water for surviving lotus blossoms.
The lore of his clan stated a lotus budded for the birth of every Uchiha, its petals gaining colour and life the moment kinsmen took their first breath before it shrivelled and died at their last. Of the two-hundred-and-ninety-seven blossoms that once dominated the waters here, only a single, unopened, bloom remained.
Sasuke remembered violently destroying the bloody red flower attached to the pad of a dark violet lily his mother pointed out as his. He didn't want to grant his brother sacred privilege on Uchiha land, not after the calamity he sowed on the Clan—.
Curling frustrated fists in beige shorts, the stinging ache of rage and madness brought forth a familiar accompaniment to Sasuke's brooding thoughts. Tendons in his neck were straining to control a flash of justified fury, a plush bottom lip tugged violently between biting teeth as the dark-haired teen flinched unexpectedly at the shift in position pushing more blood from his wound.
"Fuck!" He whimpered, methodically but assuredly attempting to lock away images of that night as he glared, unseeing, at the sanguine pool seeping through pristine white bandages. He must have reopened it a while ago, a wave of dizziness and despair laying an aching temple against softly scented bark and drifting plum petals.
"SASUKE!"
"M-Matte!" A melodic howl abruptly severed the eventide, violently startling the genin from his thoughts as the lake surface rippled with heavy chakra dissonance. It unconsciously rose the hairs on the back of his neck, the blood in his veins swiftly turning to ice as the thirteen-year-old instinctively sought to activate the dormant tamoes in his Sharingan.
"I-I can't—! Anata!" The sound wept, a sudden and unexpected dimensional tear rending apart the bitter night sky. His senses were reeling at the unholy sight, a howling clash of thunder and lightning accentuating the lone figure plummeting through the darkness.
Lithe limbs elegantly flipped her over so she could land perfectly stable in the centre of the lake, the resulting flare of her chakra birthing several unnatural waves in the aqua stillness. An oppressive violet power flowed possessively in her wake, its rousing presence brutally announcing the arrival of an unexpected companion.
He rushed through the spiralling portal less than a millisecond later, the edges of his cloak skimming the dark mass mere moments before the gateway closed. The world erupted in a shimmer of black flint and moondust silver not long after, the cloudless lightning storm he evoked just as terrifying and encompassing as the towering lilac bone avatar briefly concealing them from sight.
"Shit! Hinata!" The man called, the Last Uchiha shivering at the unexpected sense of knowing and sameness his voice evoked. Even through Sasuke's growing alarm, he could discern the terrifying power swimming just beneath the surface of the new arrival's skin.
It helped little that the male merely dismissed the towering chakra construct around them without a word, its demonic presence simply vanishing in wisps of wisteria flame and ash as if it never existed—.
There was little Sasuke could do to silence the agonizing cry spilling from his lips however, absolute hell exploding in the depths of his eyes as his bloodline limit screamed in agony at the harrowing activation it was forced to endure
Sasuke didn't want to face his enemies unprepared and half blind; to—.
"Shit!" Activating the latent tamoes in his vision cleared his sight only momentarily, focusing the teen's attention on the two intruders invading his land. The spinning wheels were uncharacteristically captivated by the curvaceous figure sensually moulding herself to her companion's side.
His arm automatically pulling her possessively to his side, the heavy fabric of a calf-length black cloak partially concealing her from sight as the shinobi whispered a quiet assurance in his companion's ear. They displayed an enviable closeness that, strangely, left Sasuke yearning.
The genin was desperately trying to reign in the frantic beat of his heart, time seeming to still when she shifted to lock pale eyes empathetically with his. Her pupiless irises' soft moon-like mirror automatically consumed him from within, the long indigo-haired goddess standing on her tip-toes to see him more clearly over her companion's impossibly tall shoulder.
What was this? Sasuke grimaced.
The woman seemed to silence his thoughts in seconds, sanguine eyes blinking confusedly at her furrowed brow. She was leaning closer to the taller shinobi, his hair — a feral mess brushing the collar of his cloak — fluttering aside with a gust of wind as black bangs shifted to expose a half-lidded violet eye.
The unexpected unveiling thrummed with deified chakra, a samsara spiral narrowing dizzyingly in his direction before raven strands tumbled forward to conceal it from sight once more. A vivid Sharingan in the man's exposed right eye suddenly collided with his.
Sasuke's vision distorted at the sight, the sound of a lone nightingale falling silent at the terrifying sameness of his chakra as the alluring scent of starlight promise and lotus pollen exploded across unprepared senses. His sensitive hearing reeling at the near-silent chakra leap coming to a halt directly in front of him.
"Are you alright, Sasuke?" She asked with an alluring quietude, her soft voice nearly unheard until her very presence hovered concernedly over where he was seated. What was this? What was this? Sasuke repeated internally. Was he even awake in the first place? Was it a trap? Where did they come from? Why—?
Her very existence resonated achingly with his, the space she claimed radiating with a reassuring balm as the long strands of her hair stirred the air before him. She was kneeling concernedly by his side, leaning close enough to assess the pain and confusion crossing his features.
"I-I—." He stammered.
"You're injured." She interrupted, prompting a pained 'Hn' from the teen's lips as he shifted irritably at the bitten off snort coming from her male companion. He jerked at the touch laying a cautious palm over his cheek, however. The tender sensation of her hand bringing forth genuine surprise.
"Who are you?! Why are you—?!" He huffed desperately, upset he couldn't seem to summon a single word of reason as his touch-starved senses violently clung to the warmth and proximity she created. It was almost as if Sasuke was losing his rationality in her presence.
"Hina—."
"Anata," Her companion interrupted abruptly, drawing Sasuke's blurred vision towards the imposing outline hovering protectively behind her back.
"No names." Was all he said, his voice a reticent baritone reverberating deep inside Sasuke's breastbone.
"What?" Sasuke frowned. "Why?! I have a right to know!"
"I want names!" He hissed irritably. "I'll kill anyone stupid enough to trespass on Uchiha land! I—!" A deep chuckle penetrated the night air, spilling from the stranger's lips as if he had no reason to believe the genin's words. The dark shinobi seemed to bend to the kunoichi's reprimanding frown however, causing the thirteen-year-old to startle as he was yanked back to reality the moment gentle fingertips alighted the sides of his head.
"L-lean back for me, S-Sasu-chan. I need to heal the nerves and c-chakra paths leading to your retinas. It'll stop the pain and c-clear your vision."
"No! I—."
"Fine, brat." The more menacing of the two huffed. "I'll just seal your memory of this later. The kunoichi currently helping you is my wife, Uchiha Hinata." The man paused, Sasuke's half-lidded eyes only vaguely able to trace the pale features glancing at him from behind the sweet-smelling female's shoulder.
"I am Uchiha Sasuke, your deliverance. Your future." The man grunted, as if the jolt of indignation sent through Sasuke's soul amused him greatly. There was a hidden meaning behind his words Sasuke was sure, a way for the elder to tease the younger. Yet, he was drawn from his uncomfortable rage and confusion by a gentle flood of chakra flowing from Hinata's fingertips to him.
"O-oh—." He moaned quietly, never before having felt a chakra more compatible or in sync with his own. It was wreaking havoc with his entire nervous system, his mind swimming in a daze as the twilight sky broadened significantly in the distance.
His eyes were automatically fluttering shut in relief, head lolling haplessly against the tree behind him as the screaming agony of his activated kekkei genkai slowly vaporised into nothing.
"Hnnn…p-please…I…" The thirteen-year-old felt his mouth move without his consent, her palm laying comfortingly over his lidded eyes as his shoulders slumped in response to the woman's precise chakra control. He didn't know why this was happening, why he couldn't find it in himself to protest or enquire after vital information. It was a dream…a nightmare…a figment of his imagination—.
Yet, the thirteen-year-old genin didn't want to lose the dual presence heating and icing his veins at the same time. Her delicate iryō chakra caused fine hairs to raise on the back of his neck, lightning churning violently in his gut as unrestrained emotion hissed and boiled in the depths of his blood.
The teen's protests were shattering and fading, time seeming to slow and expand in a simultaneous breath as dazed onyx-orbs followed her free hand hovering a precise verdant chakra dome over the gash assailing his thigh—.
Shit! The mere touch of her essence so close to there was too much, Sasuke's mind and body bowing instinctively as a delicate flush dusted the usual stoic paleness of his cheeks. An entirely new sensation of uncontrollable weightlessness raced painfully beneath his skin, setting his heart and soul afire as the thirteen vaguely felt her husband stare straight through him.
The gaze wasn't threatening or accusing, merely knowing…as if he too had experienced the same thing many times before.
For Sasuke though…for Sasuke it was his first.
It shattered his aloof apathy and control like glass, dazed onyx orbs fluttering open to stare unseeing at the Renge that bloomed, vivid and bright, in the centre of the vast Uchiha Lake. There was a vibrant harvest moon illuminating the deepening night, a shower of gold dust and sensually charged chakra pollen flowing ceaselessly in the petals' wake.
And Sasuke's consciousness…he was willingly drowning in the tender hands guiding him further and further from reality.
Any question my Honeys may have, I'll be willing to answer to the best of my ability. I'd love to hear back from you, my lovelies. :) I know this story is controversial but I do hope you can find some enjoyment in the plot and characters as the story progresses.
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