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|||Stardust & Hellfire Compendium|||
By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Setting, Romance, Clan culture,
Post War, Oneshots, SasuHina Month 2021,
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hello My Honeys!
I know this one's a bit fast but it's short and another 続く so it'll have a follow up! Yay! Because this one is one of my favourites. I may even post it outside of this Compellation too since it has to do with Alpha & Beta Dynamics.
Just a note: I'm drawing inspiration for Bloom Alpha and Seed Omega from CameToWin's Fomegaverse: Which can be found on Archive of Our Own:
As I said, this will be a continuation so please look forward to the next day it updates.
Day 6:
Prompt: The Special Senses/ Marriage Agreement: 'Til Our Contract Do Us Part
Rating: T (for now, will be MA by it's next installment)
新橋色: New Bridge Blue
「8月6日」
Like starlight and starling-ice, the traditional lunar meeting hall creaked and crackled under heavy celestial promise. The delicate dance of elegant fingertips were guiding the tip of a calligraphy brush against ink-wet jade, the white suzuri having been lined in dichromatic lunar opal and pearl at the birth of Ōtsutsuki Hamura's beloved daughter many moons ago.
A graceful sweep of long noir gloves and a mesmerising onyx veil swayed hypnotically behind her back as she moved, the newly instated Ōtsutsuki Hyūga Head inscribing her delicate signature and turquoise wax-seal on the bottom of an ancient Two Clan Covenant. The bloodied thumbprint and three hand seals she incorporated legitimised the document in the eyes of several ancient deities and Konohagakura law.
As a subsequently bind between two clans, it came into existence at the behest of Ōtsutsuki Indra seeking protection from the brewing wars fought with their neighbouring clan on the moon. The Hyūga House, Facing the Sun, had been too politically weak and isolated at the time to deny its obvious benefits should they ever seek to settle their people on terrestrial soil.
Strangely enough, neither Uchiha nor Hyūga showed the necessary resolve to preserve the document's integrity. Wars progressed and enemies surfaced, the archaic clauses falling into obscurity just as much as their tangled fate. It was seemingly impossible, after all, for a single generation to bear the rarest of secondary genders of all time — a βloom ⍺lpha and ςeed Ωmega — at the same time.
With marriage between those genders already a startling rarity in the Kamakura period when the contract was first legitimised, the Main House of the Uchiha and Hyūga were subsequently cursed to suffer unresolved discord and strife for many centuries under the will of the cosmos.
Though the astronomical triumph of the two heirs' births remained relatively unknown to themselves in the first eighteen years of their lives, the destined progeny of Hamura and Hagoromo found themselves unfailingly disconnected, cast aside in the margins of their clans and separated on two celestial bodies aching for a connection deeper than isolation and hate.
It didn't happen.
The karma of the stars was responsible for the weaving of the original document, both clans awash in the blood of their kin, valiant sacrifice, despair, massacre deaths, ungodly destruction and the awakening of the All Mother just so an ancient promise could be honoured between the two estranged Ōtsutsuki clans.
The Hyūga, having been broken after an internal dispute and several bitter assassination attempts; were the first to initiate the Treaty in order to protect not only themselves but the Last of their Brother Clan decimated by a village mired in greed and lust on terrestrial soil. They crossed several lightyears to engage in a thousand-year battle, carving destiny in their own hands and protecting the world the Sage left in the failing hands of his descendants.
No, they were obliged to protect the Last of Indra's legacy, to stop the last of a godly dōjutsu from falling further into the hands of the enemy as they sought to reinstate the Uchiha's failing reputation mired in cosmic chaos and hate.
The war had been devastating, dealing a powerful blow against the proud Byakugan wielders when the inheritor of the Branch House lost his life to shield the Heiress from death and the preceding Head, Hiashi, fell to injury and exhaustion not long after.
The only flicker of fortune seemed to come from the dual awakening of Hinata's Tenseigan and Sasuke's Rinne-Sharingan. The two warriors having been instated as the sole, spiritual, reflections of Hagoromo and his twin Hamura and became the shining beacon of hope with power and will enough to reshape the world out of its inevitable ruin.
Neither ⍺lpha or Ωmega, at the time, expected the ancient scroll, once treasured and kept for generations in the hands of the Lunar Lords; to spontaneously unravel itself the night they returned from the battlefield strangely drunk on each other's scents and souls. In fact, it can be argued that Uchiha Sasuke never once thought he'd be released from prison after the darkness and destruction he sowed during the Fourth Great Shinobi War.
Now that he was shackled to Konoha's will, shattered and broken by regret; he made a perfect hawk on a leash. They could parade him in front of their enemies with the might of a god seared in his left eye, his body a mere puppet to extend their will and his mind obfuscated in darkness.
The Elders probably thought it was their preconceived right after he was ostracized from society as a Barren Omega since he was young, enlisted in the shinobi corps to escape the paws of the elders and betrayed his village in a quest for revenge when he was thirteen.
It was strange then, that Sasuke now found himself included in the physical sphere of protection Ōtsutsuki Hinata was determined to extend over his damaged soul. No one had shown the descendants of Indra this level of reverence and respect in a long time, nor did they want to set to rights the great wrong the village had inflicted on his Clan since its inception.
After all, Konohagakura no Sato was merciless enough to force two Ωmega brothers to carry the weight of generations' worth of external hatred and sin on their shoulders just for a taste of the prowess they wielded in their kekkei genkai.
It was simply easier to use the Last Uchiha as the village scapegoat to protect their own interests and stabilize what little authority they thought they had, even to the detriment of their relationship with the newly inaugurated Byakugan Clan.
With her still here though, the Uchiha practically felt the Lunar Clan's political and military might ripple through the five elemental nations like a cosmic wave. They had become the next terrifying and consuming threat no war-ravaged country had the ability to usurp, regardless of the Hyūga swearing benevolence and peace in return for free passage on terrestrial soil.
And though his straightjacket and seals may have been momentarily removed to show Konoha's acquiescence to the Head's request, Sasuke still felt distinctly uncomfortable in the old high-collared Uchiha shirt and long shinobi pants his captives provided to replace the clothes he never got the chance to change since his battle against Kaguya.
He was the complete opposite of the beings seated in front of him, their swathes of expensive white silks, magatama-inscribed robes and regal posture doing more than enough to intimidate their earthly inferiors.
Attired in silken black, as opposed to her kin; Hyūga Hinata's constantly shut eyes never once lifted coal black lashes to expose the haunting ametrine-white depths he knew existed there. A small upside down horned-moon seal had been inscribed in the centre of her forehead, the silvery reflection resting just above the bridge of her nose as she commanded the room with little effort.
She seemed to be tracking his every micro-expression and movement without opening her eyes, the mere memory of their newly white lotus-pupil depths dragging a shudder of awe down his spine as he desperately fought down the strange chakra resonance beating an inconsistent pattern in the depths of his veins.
The Hyūga Head was different than any of her peers, her gracefully curved frame knelt elegantly on the tatami with only a formal black hakama and formfitting sleeveless black shirt to accentuate the gold-embroidered veil tumbling down her back to brush her feet.
The impossibly long midnight-galaxy locks he remembered seeing her twine in a complex system of braids just before the concluding battle with Kaguya, had been carefully hidden beneath a silky black headwrap that only allowed delicate wisps of stratos bangs to partially expose her forehead and sent two long forelocks dancing against her temples to kiss the voluptuous curve of her hip with its considerable length.
The golden chain weighing down the veil glinted in the light of the harvest moon, a small smile curling the corner of her lips as she passed the signatory brush to him.
It was strange that the Uchiha didn't protest this situation as much as he expected himself to, her ⍺lpha-rich perfume already a heady combination of contented magnolia, black opium, sweet-pear and silk. It was quietly setting his mind at ease where any other subgender would have raised his hackles; a swift spiral of ink inscribing his signature beside hers as he pressed his father's signet ring in a swirl of white and red wax.
Stamping a distinctive uchiwa fan on the contract with a prick of his finger and three answering hand seals to the ones she previously incorporated, the seventeen-year-old shinobi didn't even turn to Kakashi to ascertain his response. He merely hid a satisfied grin in the messy bangs of his hair as the Elders of Konoha quietly fumed now that he signed himself over into Hyūga hands.
Anything would be better than being restricted by the village's continued machinations, after all. The smirk of triumph that kissed his lips became a brittle but hopeful thing, mismatched onyx-wisteria orbs furrowing quietly in thought as the Hyūga Head cleared the room with a genial wave of her hand and handed a copy of the contract to the Hokage with a small bow.
They didn't exchange any more pleasantries than that, the Uchiha startled when light footsteps crossed the room to his side and sat down next to him without second thought. She was so close that Sasuke could feel the heat of her body brush against his side, her pheromone rich adornments settling his unease just as quickly his ire rose at the years of darkness and despair weighing down his shoulders.
"Will you come with me to the moon, Sasuke?" The lunar resident enquired, having read his reluctance in staying under Konoha's thumb as he breathed a quiet sigh of relief and noncommittal 'hn' for the first time since the meeting started. For some reason he did not feel the need to keep up pretences with her, the scowl slightly lessoning the crease between his brows as he trained his eyes on a flicker of ametrine-lotus depths opening just for him.
"I'll protect you." She promised, hesitantly brushing the bangs off his forehead so their eyes could collide in a spiral of newly born stars and ancient instinct. His lighter…sweeter…green tea, peppermint, and bejewelled-lightning Ωmega scent was rising in compliment to the notes of her ⍺lpha tranquillity.
It was the first time in Sasuke's life that he found the resolve to expose his heavily suppressed scent, opening up a side of himself his brother had warned him to keep hidden since his birth. Things were different between βloom ⍺lpha and ςeed Ωmega after all, once his unsuppressed heat hit…Sasuke learned he would be the one impregnating Hinata not the other way around.
For some reason the mere thought set his mind ablaze, a small shudder working its way down his spine at the hesitant hand anchoring him to reality as they both fought down a dark flush of embarrassment settling across their cheeks.
Hinata was careful not to draw any attention to the empty left sleeve of his shirt, just as he did not say anything about the starburst scar angrily marring the top of her breasts. There was little in the way of combating the visibility of their war wounds, especially considering both of them were unafraid to expose them with pride.
Now, if only they could escape the constrictive expectation of their elders and duty to find an inkling of happiness far removed from the obsessive, daily, scrutiny.
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