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||| Celadon Promise |||
By: Chocolate Carnival
2021
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Au in Canon Setting, Romance, Time Travel, Two-shot,
Dubcon, Underage, Size Difference, Clan culture, Chakra Sensing,
Adult! Sasuke x Genin! Hinata, Daddy Kink, Dark Fic:
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Please, please heed the warnings!
Dark fic, Heavy Angst, Age Difference, Time Travel, Introspection, Chakra sensing, Adult! Uchiha Sasuke x Genin! Hyuuga Hinata, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Extremely Dubious Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, Fuck Or Die, Kidnapping (not between Sasuke and Hinata), Rogue nin, Blood and Gore, Obsession, Protective Uchiha Sasuke, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Daddy Kink, Gentle Dom.
Age gap, Hinata is a Genin in this fic 13 - 14 and Sasuke is 30 from the future. If that freaks you out, PLEASE don't read. The age of consent in Japan is 13, though in the Naruto world, Genin are considered adults when they graduate. As such, rogues ect and villains don't view them children. So once again, as it is a controversial piece, please heed the warnings.
Other than that, please enjoy for those daring enough to try this fic.
DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat
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'Ah...her premature writhing was like the snap of teeth through the flesh of an unripe pear, the enduring cry of her innocence and fire-soft need grainy and crisp on the tip of his tongue. How sick, how twisted, how perverted his obsession, he mourned, to derive pleasure from the flowering fervour in her violet-bright — water cascade — chakra.
From the force'd bloom of her lily-fragrant arousal, the yawning gateway of his onyx hellfire gaze smouldered. For her…for her he'd blissfully throw himself in the night's enkindling fire just to spare her the pain of defilement.
This late winter, within the impetuous autumnal hiss of his Arcadian Guile, he was bound to whisper of Celadon promises in a thousand jade dynasties — forever and always: warped and twisted: in the spiralling samsara of his left eye.'
— Uchiha Sasuke
Enduring through the lingering taste of ash and fire from his Clan's infamous Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu, mismatched onyx-wisteria orbs gazed numbly at the mid-afternoon shafts of light sneaking through the uncharacteristic roil of tempestuous tides. It had been decades since the Last Uchiha found himself exhausted and distracted enough to miss a step and fall through the moving surface of a lake in the midst of battle.
The water-logged drag of his cloak was a cumbersome weight forcing him deeper into the depths by the clasp of his throat, the diaphanous twirl of wisteria silk and sooty-black worsted wool billowing around him like a masterful sumi-e as he strained under the effects of a chakra-induced jikūkan jutsu ebbing and flowing against the very scream of his soul.
At thirty years old, captive in the anhedonia era of his genin youth, there was no doubt the Sasaukage made an unconscious and tremulous mistake the moment he lost concentration in his flight from Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's sacred temple with little but a scroll and reeling senses. The fact that he had barely been able to activate his Eternal Mangekyō or Rinne-Sharingan over the last six days was telling enough of his stumbling oversight and apparent recklessness.
Situated this close to Kirigakure, where rogue hunter-nin and kekkei genkai thieves roamed; there was no doubt the open hostility between nations and increasing unrest on the main roads spoke of a time Sasuke had not willingly thought of for well over a decade…not when he finally managed to find a tentative peace and happiness in the arms of his beloved and their twin sons.
He may have had no intention of drawing attention to himself in a timeline where Obito, Orochimaru, Nagato, Danzo, more than one active Jinchūriki and unstable Kage reigned, yet the raven-haired Uchiha had had no choice but to abandon that reason the instant a familiar, screaming-pulsebeat, aurora howled despairingly against his piss-poor sensing skills early that morning.
Finding her in the midst of a sea of madness had always come as easy to him as breathing, even in the split-second stumble of a rogue-nin's failing chakra seals and careless arrogance. Her vibrant Hyūga deluge and Hime innocence had always ignited a desperate hunger and consuming thirst the Sasaukage constantly sought to satisfy no matter the era of time or dimension he found himself in.
And this time…this time…he swore to himself he would not fail to protect her.
It was quick to fuel an oppressive possessiveness deep in the reverberation of his soul, replacing the typical Uchiha apathetic self-control with rousing rage as mismatched onyx-wisteria eyes gazed, unseeing and purposefully, at the surrounding tomb of water compressing the very air from his lungs.
Uchiha Sasuke had not expected to cross paths with his unclaimed and innocent young wife here, especially considering his dearest Hime at the age between thirteen and fourteen was so rarely permitted to cross Hi-no-Kuni's borders with the intrinsic value attached to her unmarked forehead and wide-eyed Byakugan innocence.
This close to a nation known for its bloodline coveters and unforgettable history, the thirty-year-old had no choice but to abandon his current decision to remain aloof in an attempt to preserve the future he so desperately wished to return to. He may have forbidden himself from seeking out his very much alive brother or altering pivotal moments situated in his painful past, yet there was no way he was going to leave his Beloved in the hands of rogues clearly on the path towards Kirigakure's largest black market less than a village away.
Going by the patrols, slipshod chakra suppression techniques and subpar chūnin traps he encountered throughout the last few hours as he tracked the group moving across Mizu-no-Kuni's expansive waterscapes, his current opponents truly believed they were alone in possession of their ultimate prize.
Sasuke decided, long ago, that they wouldnot be allowed to live for their trespass against his wife, the Matriarch of his Clan and love of his life.
Tapping sandalled feet in an explosion of silt and cerulean bubbles at the bottom of the lake, a heady and surgical chakra precision propelled the thirty-year-old several meters above the tempestuous lake's now boiling waterline.
The flare of his inherent Uchiha fire-nature instinctively exploded through his coils in a familiar hellfire darkness seeking to evaporate every single drop of water clinging to his clothes, hair, skin and a considerable part of the marshlands as well.
Sasuke may have only had limited access to his dōjutsu currently, yet there was a reason he was considered one of the two strongest shinobi to currently walk the earth. There was no one alive in this era, or beyond, who could hope to surpass him not been born of his own loins or entitled the Nanadaime Hokage. They all paled in comparison to the blessing of his dōjutsu eye, years of skilled refinement the Sasaukage laboured through regardless of being in possession of only one arm and the godly boost Madara employed in the Fourth Great Shinobi War with the activation of the Jūbi.
Not the mention, the boiling rage the Uchiha currently harboured at the realization that Hinata's usually soothing violet-cascade chakra was near black with acrid fear. It was saturating the last of his reason with a terrifying fury he carefully, stoically, and with the help of a great many years, barely managed to tame.
His mind had already stilled itself into an icy tundra of detached retribution, its calculating nature and swift hyper-focused deliberation turning on his next target as it set his limbs afire with terror-inducing destruction and howling acrimony.
The collision of heat and water instantly bore a roiling mist wet and dense enough to lay a blockade across muddied earth, its heavy concentration and chakra density fuelled by a single one-handed seal the Sharingan-wielder stole from Kirigakure's infamous repertoire as it settled across a vast area of wet marshlands and shallow grass outcroppings.
The weave of his wire and shuriken traps were whisper quiet and blindingly quick, the Last Uchiha's one-arm disability meaning very little in the face of the truly challenging battles he faced over the years as an angled tug settled a spool of grey filament between his teeth and a chakra charged fingertip curled over its span to trigger a flurry of weapons from the shadows of his surroundings.
He didn't even feel the need to undo the clasp of his cloak for better movement, a blood thirsty grin dancing across the corner of formerly stoic lips as the raven-haired shinobi spent less than a millisecond landing on the ground before he manoeuvred himself past a barrier of genjutsu seals, barely concealed explosive tags and a sound trap meant to alert the rogues of his arrival.
The lucky chakra charged kick one of the patrolling nin managed to land on him before he fell into the depths of the lake had long since lost the life attached to it, the man's cooling corpse having hit the earth with the singe of ozone sharpness and a controlled flick of Sasuke's Chidori Eisōbefore he even managed to raise the alarm and Sasuke broke the surface of the lake with his fall.
It wouldn't do to be discovered, the thirty-year-old thought. Especially considering Sasuke was so meticulous in guiding a cloaked void in a ten-meter sphere around him. The scream of his Sharingan struggling to illuminate his right eye was overly slow and painful to respond, drinking his current vitality faster than he could supply as he obsessively scanned the barrier of mist for Hinata's tiny violet-lightning flame dancing in the greyscale darkness.
It didn't take long to find her, bound and helpless, amongst a group of men now moving away from the late afternoon fire and ragged tents they scattered from at the uncontrolled flood of ki spilling from his skin.
Her pearlescent eyes and gemscape chakra signature was tiny in comparison to the depth and breadth the Uchiha was used to seeing from his wife, vile binding seals on her wrists and forehead keeping her detained and drained enough to not move as the usual opalescent sheen of her hauntingly thistle-white lustre flickered forlornly in the periphery of his vision—.
Hinata's Byakugan was active but dull, he noted…having felt its otherworldly omniscience rake over his frame the instant he crossed the border of the camp. He was glad, however, that his little Genin Hime had yet to say a single word to alert her captors of his appearance as she strained to grab a stray kunai the enemy barely managed to avoid from his trap earlier.
It took only a millisecond for the Sasaukage's chakra to take hold, a wispy layer of genjutsu soothing across the distance to brush his Beloved's temples as a mirror image of himself stepped from the shadows to stand protectively behind her. His genjutsu clone laid a fingerless-gloved palm over the haunting strain of innocent white eyes, bending his considerable height over her shoulder to whisper quiet reassurances in the shell of a small ear.
"Don't look, little Hime. You don't have to see this." His doppelganger soothed, Sasuke heard. With the veins around her eyes receding at the brush of his calming chakra, Sasuke unsheathed the chokutō from his right hip as he paid no mind to the sudden explosion of movement and shouts saturating the air in an attempt to locate him.
It wouldn't take him long to tear the six remaining shinobi apart, he mused, sandalled feet scraping across loosened gravel for better purchase before he vanished in a series of calculated and precise shunshin movements.
The unholy gleam of his sanguine Sharingan spoke only of the Sasaukage's impressive rage, its deadly tomoe spiralling in choking hatred the instant he became aware of the familiar scent that lingered in the air. He could smell it, he cursed; demonic rage blinding his dual-coloured eyes as he suffocated on the achingly pungent aroma of mind-numbing opium, silken pear, papaver vanilla and lunargris madness the leader of the rogues threw in the fire.
The poisonous curl of turquoise smoke and blue ash was a sight Sasuke had not seen in years, an unexpected blast of sharp wind chakra dissipating the mist and fire concealing him from sight as the bright lighting-edge blade of his chokutō mercilessly carved through one, two, three opponent's blood, flesh and bone without a single ounce of regret.
The Sasaukage was quick to remember the concoction had been outlawed since the Alliance of the Five Great Nations, so much so that the antidote wasn't even prescribed in standard mission packs anymore—.
"Fuck!" It was already too late however; a film of bitter powder having settled like grist and hysteria in the thirty-year-old's saliva as rousing blood rushed like fire and madness in the network of his veins. Sasuke was already fighting against a shallow immunity that had not been built up since he dwelled in Otogakure himself, the sensation of losing control of his mind and inhibitions hearkening back to a past he absolutely despised as he struggled to shake himself from the dizzying implications it represented.
His movements were already considerably debilitated, swift steps barely managing to avoid a blast of humid chakra spinning a Suirō no Jutsu to life mere millimetres from his left a split-second later. The trail of rogue bodies having been felled by his blade already dwindling from its impressive nine-member group…to six…to three…to finally the sole survivor standing in futile combat before him.
There was no denying Uchiha Sasuke was a professional, the few years he spent in ANBU after he returned to Konohagakure had not been forgotten, eradicating enemy cells like these having become like child's play to the aforementioned「Hawk」as they were sacrificed one-by-one to the Uchiha's sadistic darkness.
Even if he stumbled momentarily at the shallow score of a kunai trailing, in one last failed attempt, against the side of his neck — Sasuke swiftly and silently disembowelled the jōnin equivalent with a sickening squelch of viscera and bloodied gore before a drop of his own lifeforce could be spilled.
The thirty-year-old had dealt with far deadlier threats in much more dire circumstances. It did not change the fact, however, that as his enemy fell — Takigakure-scored hitai-ate glinting in droplets of the man's blood and the gore of his fallen teammates — that Sasuke struggled to reel his panicked emotions back into place.
He was carefully and ever so tenderly making his way over to the young love of his life, gathering the genjutsu-frozen Hinata in a one-armed embrace against his chest as he removed the warmth of his cloak from his shoulders and settled it around hers instead. The garment was far too big for her, swallowing a delicate frame in wisteria silken folds and heavy black fabric as she shivered unknowingly against him.
Wild Uchiha locks were shifting slightly to expose the dulled depths of a dormant Rinnegan left eye, his Sharingan right drained of its haunting red colour and spinning tomoe as he breathed a heaving breath to silence the erratic beat of his heart. It felt as if he was losing himself in darkness the longer he stood amongst the carnage he carved with his blade, a heady scent of innocence and papaver promise sliding like silk across his tongue as he ground his teeth in unholy frustration.
At least Hinata was safe within his reach.
"I'll protect you; I promise." He swore, regardless if his little Hime heard him through her dreaming state or not. It did not matter that Hinata did not know him as well as she would, nor that she was currently captive in a genjutsu he was loathe to suppress her senses within in the first place…he was still clinging to the teen's shorter and less developed frame in a bid to silence the spiralling madness the rogue's accursed Tsukimi Kasoku powder wreaked across finely tuned shinobi senses.
The lunar-viewing accelerant, as it was known, was often employed to subdue violent test subjects down in Orochimaru's labs. A weapon created by the Snake-Sennin for both the Black Market and the capture of unwilling enemies. Its control weakened a victim's inhibitions whilst simultaneously keeping their bodies and minds doused in artificial pleasure to assist in harvesting—.
Moving quickly did not help stall the drug's effects, it only accelerated the poisoned aphrodisiac the more chakra was unconsciously used. And, sadly, neither Sasuke or Hinata could afford to stay where they currently were. They were far too exposed, vulnerable and close to Kirigakure's border without the correct traveling seals. Never mind the fact that the blood of a dead rogue contingent was deconsecrating the country's prized marshlands beneath their feet.
Flickering in the direction of the camp he fortified early last night before the madness of the day had even had a chance to dawn, Sasuke was careful to set his greatest treasure on the palette he slept in the night before as he took a few steps back to press himself against the cave's ragged stone wall.
His dearest Hinata made such a tiny amalgamation of short indigo locks, pale-pale skin, delicately flushed cheeks and considerably generous feminine curves for her young age among the folds of his cloak and dark bedding. Though she had always been careful to hide herself in the thick layer of a white fur collar and cream jacket, it did not spare the Sasaukage from the knowledge of the stunning beauty she would blossom into nor the haunting sensation of her chakra and carnal frame pressed up against his side in their marriage bed—.
Casting the sensual flicker of images from his mind lest they control his next actions, Sasuke carefully undid the constricting buttons of his dove-grey mandarin collar as a gloved palm dipped toward the low hanging white belt on his hips in search of the small supply scroll he always kept on his person.
His impossibly tall hundred-and-eighty-eight-centimetre frame was being outlined in the light of the setting sun, the Uchiha Patrairch sparking a fire in the unattended pit he abandoned early that morning as he unsealed a pot of ink and delicate brush. He was quick to nullify the restraint seals drawn on Hinata's wrists behind her back and the glaring chakra drain on her forehead, a soft silk handkerchief wiping her captors' ink and his own claim her skin a second later as the jutsu released as he set his tools aside with trembling fingertips.
He wanted nothing more than to protect her from what was to come, even if he knew there was nothing either of them could do against the inevitable. His forefinger and middle finger was resting between feminine indigo brows, a flare of chakra shattering the genjutsu he threw her into with a hissed 'kai' as he shuddered at the sheer heat and fire such small skin-to-skin contact ignited in his blood.
It was indeed going to be a rough night, he mourned. And he was most likely going to hate himself even more once it was over. There was no stopping Tsukimi powder once it was deployed, it was either worked out of the system or blissful death set in fifteen hours from when it was administered…
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