I OWN NOTHING
If anyone's wondering why I did this, The Lord Of Pages and I have an odd fascination with Eliza due to her pure evil being her own entertainment.
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Winter winds hit New Meridian just right, bringing with them the chill of the sea, the promise of freezing rain and occasional snow. The latter was the result of one such cold wind. Sitting outside, wrapped in a heavy fur coat, a beautiful woman sat on a deckchair over the wharves. The woman had dusky skin, a pair of magnificently sized breasts, a head of black hair worn in a bob, and although the fur coat didn't show it, she wore an exquisite black dress with ornate golden components.
She hummed a song to herself as she watched the waves wash over the wharf, "Hmmhmm... hmm…hmm~" Music remained one of her few pleasures in life which hadn't soured over so many years of her existence, another was watching the ocean. A fascination with the water, so different to her home country, consumed her at times. And she wished to see all there was to see in the depths of the ocean.
"Boss," a man spoke to her, walking through the night air to stare at the ocean briefly. "There's something you might care to see."
She turned her blue eyes to him with an unamused expression until she saw his serious look, "Hmph. What requires my attention in the middle of my dinner? The food will grow cold if I do not partake of it, Horace." Enjoying a simple candle lit dinner of delicious grilled fish, a rich salad with plenty of dressing, and a glass of pure red wine along with a fine vanilla ice cream with two scoops for dessert was another little pleasure.
"I apologize, boss, but Albus and I found…someone. They have washed up on the shore." The man was trying to be convincing, but the woman looked dismissive of his words, rolling her eyes at his sentimentality. Between her servants, Horace had more of a bleeding heart than Albus.
She took a sip of her wine, choosing her words with as much succinct venom as she could, "And they should bother me, why? Call a hospital or alert the constables as to their location if you truly wish to save them, let that be the end of it for this night."
"They are Dragon Empire citizens, boss. And it is a mother and her infant son."
Her fork paused in its clinking against the plate, her eyes slide over to the bird-headed man, blue eyes narrowing sharply, "Take me to them… And put my dinner in a Tupperware container, I'll have it when I get home," she sighed, getting up and walking after Horace after he had finished putting away her food and placed it in a basket.
At the rocky beach shore, she saw what she had came out for. Another man watched over a drenched woman clutching a baby in hand, blood pouring from wounds over her body and a soft light burning over the child's abdomen. The mistress caught sight of an intricate seal and her pace quickened, her interest spiking intensely. She stopped in front of the woman, taking in her distinctly foreign features which clashed with her head of ragged and sodden wet hair, which even in the dark was a fiery red. The child she clutched so protectively on the other hand had blond hair and a set of whiskers on his cheeks, indicating his true nature.
"Greetings." Eliza stepped towards the woman who tensed weakly, unable to do anything but stare at her.
She spoke in a foreign accent that Eliza sighed mentally at since it was in an archaic form of Dragon Empire, "Who are you!? Where am…I? What do you want?"
Eliza answered in the same language, her tone being a bit more imposing and dominant when she spoke, "I am called Eliza, you are within the shores of the Canopy Kingdom, specifically the capital city New Meridian. And I want to help you. You are dying, are you not?"
The woman clutched her child with a faltering grip, staring at the woman despondently, "Yes…I haven't much time… Not since that fool…my bastard husband sealed the Kyuubi No Kitsune, the Demon Fox, into our son…cursing him with a fate he did not ask for… Ever since it was removed, my body has been dying on me… The bastard who attacked our village remains at large…and here I am…I came from the Elemental Nations… I know nothing of this land or its people."
Eliza's mind went through several quick ruminations. Not a single location she had been to had ever been called what the woman said was her home. Which meant, her lips twisted behind the collar, a world traveler. Impossibly rare beings who could cross the dimensional void and go to a different location. The Elemental Nations must then be one such dimension separated to her own.
Somehow the mother had made her way to their shores by will alone. The will of a dying mother to protect her beloved son from all who would seek to harm him. However, the important part to Eliza was what she was carrying, a demon vessel. After years of trying to make one for herself, and what she wanted for centuries after discovering their existence…one just fell into her lap.
A successful one.
Which was why she was sincere as she bent down in a crouch, "Do you wish me to take care of him? You have no other choice, in this cold winter night, he will die of exposure. I can raise him as my own. I'm a wealthy and very popular socialite. I may not know of his past or your own, but I can easily take care of him and teach him the ways of this world. Perhaps even give him his heritage."
She had ulterior motives, so her desire to raise the child was genuine, "I only wish for him...to have a good, healthy life."
In a twisted manner of speaking, Eliza could grow to love the boy as her own flesh and blood by making him useful to her goals, "And he will, you have my word." A hesitant second later, the mother stared at her emptily…until she shakily handed Eliza the child. The woman nodded at Albus who helped drag the red-haired mother onto the shore, pulling her to a peaceful patch of soil and grass with flowers nearby. Horace held a bottle of water to the mother's lips as the woman's breathing shallowed out.
"Thank you..." the mother whispered.
"Your name? So that we may mark your grave, he will see it in time, I promise you." Eliza rarely did such charity or philanthropy for free, she hated the very notion of both, but she needed to sell the woman that she was a good choice to leave her son to. Thus, she made the mother think she would her grant the honor of bearing a marked grave and a peaceful rest as a show of respect.
"Kushina. Uzumaki Kushina. My son is… Namikaze Naruto. But…do not tell him that. I do not want him to bear the name of the fool who cursed his life… Call him Uzumaki Naruto. He is…my son…" The woman's breathing begun to slow.
Eliza held Naruto in her embrace. The salty air brought with it the feeling of sanctuary for the weakened woman. She was at peace. Happy that her son would be taken care of and he would know a better life than the one he might've led in their village. Eliza watched her breathing slow down, frowning out of a distinct stirring of pity. She hated such meaningless sympathy, even if the woman deserved it.
Horace and Albus gently lifted the mother before their mistress, and Eliza held out a hand. A line of blood extended from it and formed a solid sarcophagus over the woman's body, sealing it in a preserving cage. The special crimson bindings would not tarnish the woman's beauty. She turned around, a wicked grin spreading on her face as the woman's body was kept in stasis and her son rested in Eliza's arms.
Holding out a gentle dusky finger, she touched the happily gurgling infant's cheeks, one eye turning a harsh yellow and black as her cheeks split in utter delight, "Finally…! After five centuries, I now possess a Demon vessel to mold as my own! What a delight, what an utter deli-hm?" Naruto was sucking on her finger peacefully, the cheeks resealed up, and her eye became normal as she stared at the blond baby.
"Gah..." he cooed happily as she pulled out her finger and let him take it back in with his strong baby hands.
"…Hm, I suppose…he'll be a better son than a servant…He is adorable, after all~" She lifted the child to nestle him against the crook of her neck, "Being a mother might be hard work… But I'll take to it with pleasure. We will raise him to be the perfect son. Uzumaki Naruto. If only I could grant you the honor of harboring my true name… I'll refer you to it in private. Uzumaki Neferu Naruto. I love the ring of that name~!"
"Boss, what do we do with the lady?" Albus asked the woman while he and Horace held the blood sarcophagus.
"Keep her alive, obviously, what she can teach us of her world and this child will prove useful...in making him a worthy son and guardian." Her face peeled back, revealing her true face, a skull with feline features. Naruto merely cooed oblivious of the horror, getting her to coo at him, "Who shall be a proper killing machine for mommy? You will be, oh yes you will, Naruto!"
"She's gonna spoil that child rotten." Albus said dully.
"Oh, absolutely." Horace agreed.
And so, Naruto would grow under Eliza's care, and 10 years later, he'd be quite something... A star in his own right.
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Baseball was a popular sport in New Meridian. Regardless of how boring it was to watch and even play it for outsiders, the strategy and tension to it as well as the skill were nothing to sneeze at. People into it often used katanas or other such swords from the Dragon Kingdom to practice their swing with a bat. Parents liked sports where their kids wouldn't be hurt too badly and looked cute. Mothers loved to smother the boy or girl who'd practice the sport if they won or got them food from the stands to cheer them up if they lost. Fathers got a natural sense of pride seeing their little ones do their best and bring home a big trophy.
Stadiums were packed on weekends like the one where a portly announcer smiled, "Folks, it appears that the Lucky Foxes are true to their name! What other group of kids could've turned around this season?" His co-host didn't look as happy, though, "Mr. Vitale, I assume you're not going to be as gleeful with that."
A fat man with glasses, an expensive suit and his hair combed back spoke coldly and meticulously, "Not at all." He lied professionally, "Seeing children do their best is what we're here for. After all, my father and I grew up watching sports like this."
"Still, it must sting seeing the Sucre Boys lose to these newbies." The announcer got on his nerves, but the mafioso had to keep a façade.
"It's all in good fun, after all. Although, I'd chalk it up to that new kid they've scouted." Vitale narrowed his eyes at the kid on the plate.
"Hey, Naruto, put your helmet on!" the coach hollered to a blond boy. The child had a blond mop of hair which went down to his chin, sun-kissed skin, cobalt eyes, and three birthmarks on each cheek which added a foxy appearance to his face by resembling whiskers. Slim, fit and rather energetic, he looked like a normal child, although two odd hair tufts akin to fox ears popped atop his head would've made people mistake him for one of the rare animal people in the city.
"It's fine, I do better without it." Naruto replied and held up his bat. He was clad in a Lucky Foxes baseball uniform, a dark orange shirt with a long-sleeved black t-shirt under it, white pants with black socks over the ankles, and black shoes. He tilted up his dark orange baseball cap to cover his eyes from the morning sun and smiled at the pitcher.
Giving it his all, he twisted his hips and with an echoing crack sent the ball flying, "And that's his fifth homerun of the day!" the announcer cheered beside a stoic Vitale. "That's Naruto Uzumaki, ladies and gents, a boy who has come out of nowhere to rock the baseball world! We've got a future star here! The strength, skill and precision of a grown pro in the body of a ten-year-old!"
Unhappy with the way the game ended, Vitale made a few calls as he approached his limousine, "Yes...he's in the stadium. Just wait for him to be alone. No, no need for it, unless he is foolish enough to refuse such a profitable offer." He hung up and leaned on his seat, watching the people leave while the winners celebrated in a ring-shaped group hug, jumping and yelling in joy.
Celebrations were planned by parents who took their kids elsewhere while Naruto remained alone at the stadium, "Back home, I guess." He sighed deeply and slung a duffle bag with his uniform over his shoulder, clad in an orange shirt and white shorts. "Curfews suck..." he groaned as he rolled up his sleeves, buttoned his shirt, and adjusted his cap.
Reaching the exit, he was approached by two men in suits, "Hey little boy, come here for a second." Said one, holding a crowbar behind his back. "Our boss saw you play and-"
"I must get home before curfew." Naruto said without paying any attention to the strangers like any good little boy should.
"Why you..." the obvious gangster growled.
"Calm down, Vinny," his partner said with a soft smile and tried his charm. "Very wise, kid, very wise indeed. We are here on behalf of our boss to sponsor you. He thinks you have what it takes to make it big... And I mean filthy rich big." He tried to bait the child with promises of goodies while his partner looked around for anyone who could approach them.
Exasperation was all he got, "I need to get home." Naruto replied with clear annoyance as he pulled out a baseball from his bag and tossed it into the air.
"Little" was the last word the first mafioso said before Naruto pulled out his bat and swung, hitting the first thug with such brute force he broke his jaw...and tore it off! His partner let out a strangled yelp of fear at the sight of the other mafioso's lower jaw hanging limply from strands of flesh. Unable to say or do anything, the charmer turned to run off, but the boy was fast and lunged at him. Jumping across five yards in the blink of an eye, the preteen batter held his weapon with cold eyes and swung again. Blunt objects and brute force could do as much or if not more damage than swords, and his caved in a grown man's skull.
Disgust, surprise and cynicism talked to him, "Sheesh, not bad, but you could be cleaner, kid!" said a tall beast-man. He was towering, muscular with his white suit bulging, and pectorals marking his blood red shirt which had a tie as black as his fur. A jackal's head with white dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail sneered at the carnage while the boy slung his bat over his shoulder.
"It's not as if the boss taught him less than efficiency in ending lives," replied another beast-man in a black suit with a blue shirt, a white tie, and circular glasses. He was as tall as his partner, equally buff and with a larger, rounder stomach showing. He was also a hawk with a single feather sticking out atop his head and a black fez with a blue feather. Gently pushing his glasses with a finger, he held a hand out to the boy.
Splattered droplets of blood coated the kid's cheek as he handed the hawk man his bag, "Thanks, Horace, how's mom?" the boy asked them as if nothing happened despite the blood on his face.
"She's waiting for you at the limousine, Naruto." Horace replied.
"And she's glad you did good at the game, but now..." the other beast-man said with a paper bag full of popcorn in one hand which he handed the boy, "Here, let us clean up. Go say hi to the boss already. She just wants to smother you more than she cares eating."
"Hehe, sorry Albus, but I know she likes her blood fresh." Naruto told him and handed him the bat.
Outside the hall was an underground parking lot where a limousine waited with a door opened, "Young sir." Naruto was greeted by a third towering beast-man, an alligator. He was even burlier than Horace and a tad more muscular than Albus, wore a gray suit with a yellow shirt and an orange tie. His pants had a hole for his tail. Atop his head was a simple white cowboy hat with a black lace adorned with crocodile teeth.
"Hello Becker," Naruto said as he neared the car. "Did mom like the game?"
"Loved it," the crocodile man replied shortly and curtly with a nod.
Peeking into the limousine, the child grew disappointed, "Where is she, then?"
"Home," the scaled beast-man answered.
"Wait, I thought she'd come see me at and after the game?"
"Busy," Becker motioned for him to go inside as a figure waved.
Cold, icy words greeted him, "Hello, young master." Naruto saw a fourth beast-person, a female with a cat head. She had a pair of rectangular reading glasses adjusted for her snout, a coal black coat of fur, and the secretary look nailed down. Beige short business skirt and jacket with white high-heels and a gray blouse with the two top buttons undone, revealing a large DD-cup. She had child-bearing hips and no emotion to her face other than stoicism. Currently, she was writing on a notepad while a phone was held to her ear with her shoulder.
"Where's mom, Beth?" he questioned her impatiently once seated, kicking his feet back and forth like any child.
Ending the call, the cat woman looked at her notes and scribbled in the middle of her answer, "Apparently, a connection of the boss' has a mission for her, young master. She does want you to know how proud she is of your latest victory and that she found you, and I quote, utterly adorable in your uniform."
"Aye," Becker said as he took the wheel.
"She is also grateful for the meal you granted her," Beth continued, pocketing her notepad and stylized fountain pen with a sphinx's head atop. "However, she mentioned that you should wait for any of us should another person try to contact you. Had you been seen-"
"I wasn't!" Naruto exclaimed, gripping the edge of his seat tightly.
Unaffected by his outburst, Beth continued as coldly as before, "-she could have been compromised, possibly allowing an enemy of the boss' to blackmail her."
"What?" he asked in shock.
"She is currently meeting an ally which could do so," Beth continued. "The boss trusts you to keep her safe, but if you are reckless..."
Deep hatred burnt in the child as his eyes morphed into a color-swapped version, pitch-black sclerae with red irises, "You'd only need to tell me who I need to hit."
Allowing herself a small smile, Beth responded with the same emotionless coolly voiced tone, "A man by the name of Vitale, but in due time. For now, be happy making her proud in your games."
"I want to help her!" Naruto argued.
Knowing his love for his mother, Beth killed her smile, "Albus and Horace shall suffice as assistance until you grow into a more mature body, young master. She is trusting you and us to protect her from those that could attack her in more personal ways by making you stronger. Please, be patient and your day will come."
"Indeed," Becker answered with a nod as he waited for Naruto to calm down before driving off.
"...fine..." the boy pouted, his eyes returning to normal. "For mom."
"Good. Now, hit it." Beth told the gator man, who nodded again and finally started the engine.
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Bathhouses were one of many commodities Eliza allowed herself. Enjoying a dip in the hot waters was her thing whereas Naruto sat at the edge of the luxurious Egyptian themed pool. Feet were a human's weak spot after long day of hard work, placing them in the soothing warmth made him sigh. Patience wasn't a child's main virtue, but he did his best to wait for Eliza. Cartoons were played on a TV in front of him.
"Young master, perhaps you should take off your uniform, not just your shoes and socks." Beth said with a light twitch of her ear and a good distance from the pool.
"It'll be fine, I rolled up my pants' legs and Becker's here to make sure I don't fall into the water." True to his words, the crocodile man was placidly swimming in the water with his eyes and snout over the surface. Silence was the alligator's reply to the child's words, so Naruto kept watching his favorite cartoon, "Besides, Jerry's about to get Tom good now."
"Please, sir, we are living tools tasked with your well-being." Beth told him, "Believe me when I say we only desire your safety and good health."
"Fine..." pulling out his feet and wiggling his toes, the boy sat cross-legged on a couch and kept waiting, "I still want to bathe with mom."
"Understood, but you are covered in sweat and your uniform is in need of washing." Beth countered coolly.
"...Mom always bathes with me, though..." he argued weakly like any child would. "Can you guys look away, then?"
"Sure." Becker replied and leapt out of the water, revealing himself in his full suit with a floatie lifeguards usually had, the required whistle worn as a necklace, and a bath bomb he handed the kid, "Enjoy." He walked and disappeared along Beth, leaving Naruto to himself in the warm waters with a bath bomb.
Five seconds later, Naruto yelled "Cannonball!" upon launching himself to the ceiling, throwing down the bath bomb, and curling into a ball. The resulting splash created a pillar of bubbles which showered him in a slow-moving rain. Letting himself float upside down, he watched his favorite cartoon just as the famous brown mouse hit his nemesis' foot with a hammer.
Soft notes greeted him, "How's my darling child doing?" Naruto beamed as his head floated into a pair of fleshy cushions. Looking up he saw Eliza, who hadn't aged a day. She was naked and had the top of her big bags of fat and flesh buoying without revealing too much. Hugging the child from behind, she sat him on her lap with an innocent looking smile.
"I've won, like always!" he boasted with a smug expression, truly looking like her son.
"Ah, should I have expected less?" she tickled his cheek with a finger, "Still, do you forgive me for missing your game?"
Looking down, he spoke up, "Beth and Becker told me why you weren't there..." he started softly, melancholically.
"Dear, I promise to avoid doing so, but..." she slowed down when he turned to her with a grin.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to kill anyone keeping you busy!" the way a child, a being who should remain innocent and pure to enjoy life and learn the essentials from responsible adults, said that had Eliza giggle in dark delight. To see him so devoted at a young age and willing and capable to kill due to her conditioning as well as so used to her sensual nature just thrilled her in all the wrong ways for anyone with decency. For her there was no bigger thrill than painting the world in her colors and tainting someone down to the marrow with her wickedness.
"Such a good little boy you are, Naruto, so good indeed." Eliza cooed and tapped his nose with a finger while he continued to watch TV. "In fact, you've done so well you deserve a little something. A way to make a true man out of you. Are you willing to do so for me?"
"Am I!" he cheered, nearly leaping off her lap, but she kept him close to her body, resting his head between her breasts.
"Let me warn you, we are about to see a very special person." Eliza tapped his nose with a finger, "She will teach you how to properly fight and unleash that power inside you. However," she let out a sad breath of air and ran her hand over golden tresses, "I must warn you of her true nature. You know I am not your blood mother, painful as it is admitting and knowing such a wonderful child like you isn't my flesh and blood." Letting out a miserable sigh, she held him closer, "It is time I teach you who your mother is..."
"But you're still my mom," he turned around, wrapping his tiny arms around her. "I'm not changing that."
Eliza's smile grew amused, warm, and wicked, "Oh, truly, I've been blessed when taking you in."
"So..." he started, his head nestled in her bosom while her hand caressed his wet locks, "Why did my mother...leave me?"
"Not by choice, let me tell you that." Eliza soothed him and pressed her cheek on the top of his head, "Let me show you who she is and why she needed to leave you in my care."
Nodding so softly she only noticed it from his head still resting close to her body, Naruto let her guide him holding his hand. Drying their bodies with fine silk towels Horace left them, the two walked out in Egyptian bathrobes. Eliza's was kept loose to reveal the front of her abdomen and torso save the edge of her nipples while her legs swung freely with her sex barely hidden. Naruto painted a far more innocent figure with his own robe being like a kimono and covering his legs and torso completely. If not because of her servants, Eliza would have no trouble further corrupting the boy and painting him in her colors.
Upon arrival, he squeezed her hand at a bathhouse underneath the main one where crimson blood replaced water, and a sarcophagus made of solidified red liquid rested, "She is resting." Eliza said and squeezed his hand back, "Kushina Uzumaki came to me with a simple plea, to look after you. However, after taking you in to honor her sacrifice to keep you alive, so you remained hidden of people who wanted to wrong and harm you for the mistakes of your father, I...I truly saw you as my own."
Rubbing his face on her thigh, he hugged her bare leg, "I'm still your son, even if she's my real mom. Can't I have two moms?"
Such innocence got her giddy and made her core giggle, "Oh, honey, you don't have to stop seeing me as your own mother." Kneeling down, she patted his worried head, taking in his teary-eyed expression which carried a need for affection that left her drunk with power, "I shall revive her. Bring her back to teach you. However, I am not letting go of you as my own son."
"Revive...? You mean she's..."
"Barely alive," she corrected him and literally dug into her cleavage with a bare hand stabbing her chest. Naruto was not worried when Eliza bloodily pulled out a blue scarab with gold legs and wings ripping it out and smirked, "I had more than enough time to find this little gem. A magical tool infused with part of me. Once awakened, your mother shall share a lot in common with me to live and teach you of your power. And, so we never grow apart, she will stay as our servant to groom you into the perfect pharaoh, one who shall stay at my side forever."
Naruto's upbringing under Eliza brought one response, "I'd get two of you!? Yes!"
"I hoped you'd say that, my precious boy." Elia cooed as she patted his head, then went to work, "Wait here, I shall not take long."
Stepping into the pool of blood, Eliza let her robe absorb her nectar. Soon the white grew red until she stopped in front of the sarcophagus. Placing the beetle on its surface, she sunk her hand and placed the item over Kushina's breasts. A spark of light zipped through her fingers and the redhead's body, and Naruto's biological mom opened her eyes. Glowing white light covered the orbs as blood was drained into the scarab. Its gold legs and wings turned pitch-black and its blue shell was dyed red with the blood. It sank into Kushina's flesh, becoming a tattoo as the sarcophagus was drained.
Stirring in Eliza's arms, held in the bridal-carry, Kushina worried her son, "Mom...?" Naruto asked nervously.
"Wait a bit, Naruto, let me dress her." Eliza cooed and her robe was torn to shreds with her blood controlling it, morphing it as it curled around Kushina's body while the blood of the pool merged with the singer's nude form of which he got a rear view. "And now, my pet, greet your son..."
Opening her eyes at Eliza's words, Kushina walked to Naruto clad in a purple bodycon dress which exposed her cleavage and the new beetle tattoo over it. The dress was for Eliza's dark amusement. Kushina as a kunoichi was beautiful, Eliza's revival had nothing to do with her having a body to dwarf Canopy Royalty and compete with the madwoman's physique. Exploiting the sex appeal of the boy's biological mother was a means to entertain herself. Plus, Eliza loved parading her trophies and decorating everything in her life with her own touch; Kushina had become her best trophy.
Kushina's new attire was a backless dress, two straps barely covered her breasts from the front and met at the back of her neck. It revealed her navel and bellybutton, also exposing the sides of her breasts, just bordering on the edge of her nipples. The skirt was ridiculously short and mostly a loincloth; meaty thighs were completely bare save for thin cords tying the front and back together. It barely hid her buttocks; a skip could reveal them. And, to finish it off, she had long black gloves and stockings.
Clicking from her high-heels made Naruto look up at her, "Mom...?" he asked as she held him with her hands under the boy's armpits to look him in the eye.
"I'm back, honey." Kushina answered with a sad smile and hugged him to her bosom, rubbing his head tenderly, "Mommy's back, and she and Eliza-sama shall care for you."
Hugging her back, he rested his head on the crook of her neck, "Thank you, I promise to be a good son to you two." A soft smile spread on his face as he felt the natural security and warmth of his mother. A warmth which had been tainted by the most crooked woman in New Meridian yet didn't care about. To him Eliza was his mother and entire world.
Everything went delightfully well, much to the joy of Eliza's twisted heart, "Now, my pet, it is getting late, and I'm sure our son is ready to get tucked in."
"I'm...yawn...not..." he groaned weakly and pouted.
Kushina sighed sadly, cradling his head with a hand to look him in the eye, "Don't worry, Naruto... Ah, to call you by your name is...how long I've waited for it." She chortled and gently put him down as Eliza closed the distance, "I can wait longer, for tomorrow we will begin training, and you can tell me how well Eliza-sama has treated you."
She patted the sleepy boy's head, which made him mumble, "Can I...be with you two until I sleep?"
"Sure." Eliza said as her usual gown was reformed with blood.
Both women watched cartoons with him until his tiny body ran out of energy and he fell asleep in a large bed. His room was decorated with posters of his favorite star, Eliza. Pictures and newspapers of her debuts and successes. Photographs of the two of them spending time together as he grew up. And all to her style, Egyptian furniture and similarly themed items. Even his toys had Egyptian themes.
Letting the boy sleep, the two met at Eliza's bedroom in front of her queen-sized scarab-themed bed and Kushina bowed, "Thank you for taking care of my son and making me worthy of serving you, Eliza-sama." A soft and thankful smile was plastered on her face as she kneeled in front of the other woman.
"Stand up." Eliza ordered gently, a finger crooked to her new servant, "Hmm...you are quite beautiful. Ah, yes, giving you eternal youth as an immortal slave was a good choice." Playfully, she slipped her finger on Kushina's breast and slid it up, flicking the mammary gland and watching it jiggle with delight, "I amaze myself, getting such a beauty of a slave. But, ah, to share something with you..."
Kushina didn't look flustered, just dutifully smiling as she stood tall in front of Eliza, "Of that I am proud. You are worthier of choosing Naruto's future than my bastard husband."
"Ah, a hint of your real self, but one merged so well with my own mind, true symbiosis," Eliza cooed.
"Don't worry, I know what you've done, and I love it." Kushina smirked widely, a cruel smile to match Eliza's, "Ever since birth I've known firsthand how humans put others to use under their thumbs. Making me a Jinchuuriki, promising me love only to take away the one good thing in my life, granting him a life of misery as a tool... I much prefer to serve and protect you and our son, Eliza-sama. Doing so instead of aiding the village my stupid husband loved more than his own family, too weak to protect our son... Yes, I want to aid you in making humans suffer."
Eliza was briefly taken aback before barking in laughter, "Ah hahahahaha! Well said, indeed, perfectly said, my pet! Ahahahahah!" she wrapped her arms around Kushina's neck, smiling at the smirking woman, "Your powers and abilities can be useful, so do remember to show how much whenever the situation calls for it." Eliza circled around the redhead, examining her without breaking her one-sided hug, and cooed, "And our darling boy will become worthy of being a pharaoh at my side. Put humans in their place...under my heel and worshipping him not as a star, but our son, a god."
Kushina's smirk widened as she bowed her head slightly, her hair shadowing her eyes, "As you wish, Eliza-sama." Both went to the boy's room and stared at Naruto as he quietly slumbered, each inhale and exhale of his chest bringing a warm feeling to their respective bosoms.
It was what made being a mother worth it.
-TBC-
And that's my rap!
Long story short regarding my hiatus and this fic coming to life: shitty life. I know I said I'm on better spirits, but I needed to vent out after a lot of things crapped on me. Then there's the stress of me not being good enough, not posting as regularly as before, and kicking myself with low self-steem.
So, screw it! What you see is what you get: this will be dark! I shall have Eliza as a yandere possessively holding Kushina and Naruto close to twist them in the most corrupting way. Let's recall how evil Eliza is. If anyone tells me she wouldn't get a sexual high from making an innocent boy into her servant and had his mother to serve as her tool, you're wrong.
Eliza is practically Dio Brando but more sensual in the ways she gets pleasure out of turning pure things into shadows of their former selves. She'll make Nadia her all-you-can-eat-buffet while putting her in a Slave Leia outfit and have Filia in a bondage suit made of blood. You know she was planning kinky stuff with them on lone nights.
Anyway, regarding the OCs, Becker is based of Sobek and Beth off Bastet, and both are what Albus and Horace are to Eliza for Naruto. However, there will be a twist. I'll make Naruto here use Fuinjutsu since a) I have Kushina and b) you know you want battles to be less predictable than him using the usual jutsus.
Swordslinger out!