Tears dripped from her face, streaming down the black hair that followed the curve of the woman's shoulders. Some fell onto the casket, but most fell onto the gritty tile floor after cruising down the lines and folds of the woman's face. Mikoto laid a trembling hand on the casket, both impulsive and afraid in her need to feel closer to her husband. It was as if a part of her had been suddenly destroyed, as if someone had been able to successfully splice a human in half emotionally and then brutally murder one of the parts.
"Fugaku." Mikoto sobbed, as if speaking her late husband's name aloud might make him spring back to life. It was so hard to accept… that someone so alive just two days prior was now so gray and lifeless now.
The crowd attending the funeral was giving her a wide, respectful berth, as was expected for a widow so freshly grieving. The death was the result of a heart attack. Still, this wasn't easy for Mikoto in any sense of the word, and the people who had the presence of mind and graciousness of conscience to attend the funeral were very respectful of the woman and her late husband.
Naruto stood a respectful distance away, standing next to Mikoto's son Sasuke, who wasn't showing any concern for his mother's mental state at this trying time.
Naruto laid a heavy hand on Sasuke's shoulder, silently letting Sasuke know of his regret for the loss of Sasuke's father. Sasuke nodded his head and blinked his tired eyes in response to the gesture.
After another moment of listening to Mikoto's quiet but dignified sobs from next to the casket, Naruto gently pulled Sasuke away from the sight. Sasuke allowed himself to be led away by Naruto, not wanting to numbly accept his mother's agonized state anymore.
It was almost refreshing to see the pitying faces after so many hours of looking at his mother's tear-stained cheeks, but some of the glances were enough to make him drop his gaze to Naruto's hand on his arm, which led him through the throng of people. They were like vultures, some of them, he spotted a group of women gossiping, no doubt about his mother being close to breaking down on the floor next to the casket. He shot them a firm look, which disbanded them for a moment, but only for a moment, after a few moments of observing, they resumed their gossiping with lowered voices but increased venom.
Naruto found their seats and sat down, watching as the funeral began and eulogies were delivered with either aplomb or impersonal indifference. Naruto noticed that Sasuke's mother, a dignified woman of status, was sitting on the other side of Sasuke. She did not get up to speak, but surprisingly Sasuke did, he was the son of the deceased, and as such was expected to put in a word. For his part, Sasuke was very put together and precise, not giving any more emotion than was required of him. He had to find a balance of emotion and apathy. Sasuke outlined his father's character very neatly and nicely, not using too much nostalgia to bring tears, but rather fact.
Naruto scooted over to Mikoto during this time, seeing that her emotions were once again put under duress, although Sasuke wasn't exactly looking for tears with his small eulogy. Just the same, Naruto put a tender hand on Mikoto's arm. Everyone around them, the people seated in the front few rows, were either close family friends or relatives, and as such they were unlike the gossipy women in that they respectfully ignored Mikoto's emotional struggling.
"I'm very sorry for your loss." Naruto murmured softly with the greatest of sincerity. He remembered looking up at Mikoto and her husband from a child's point of view, she had looked so much younger then, so much happier. It was hard to reconcile the two time points, but there was a time in a life where things started to decline. This must have been Mikoto's time of loss, Naruto mused.
Mikoto didn't say anything for fear of choking up tears or sobs, but she did make a swift bobbing motion of her head to say thank you for his attempt at reassurance. She appreciated his manners, his supporting firm body sitting next to her, as if shielding her from the grief for a short period of time. She felt as though he was second in her heart only to her own son Sasuke now that her husband was dead, he was a kind man, a revered one, and he was being indescribably nice to her. Mikoto was getting up there in age, and around this time she was nearing fifty years of age. She knew her beauty, the trait so valued by women and the vain populous alike, had faded years back, but it had never bothered her. Although her husband had rarely complimented her, she knew he had always loved her, even as her youth ebbed and they grew older together, side by side.
She had always assumed he would be by her side to the very end, to the last breath, but it was clear she had been incorrect in this theory. She felt hot tears start to erupt from her eyes, and she turned from Naruto to quickly and subtly wipe them away. Her skin, slightly wrinkled, had tightened from soaking up the tears, but she still showed her age, and this sudden death only seemed to accelerate her visible lines and wrinkles.
"He was a great man, and we will all miss him greatly." Sasuke finished firmly, holding it together nobly. As he stepped down from the podium alter type setup, the crowd clapped softly but politely. Sasuke, comforted by the sight of Naruto next to his mother, took Naruto's empty seat. He was grateful that, in their time of need, Naruto was there for his family.
Naruto, however, wasn't completely focused on consoling Mikoto. Though you wouldn't know it by looking at him, Naruto's attention was on his pet Hinata and Sasuke's wife Sakura. In true fashion, both were wearing the sluttiest clothing possible, and, to Naruto, they were stunning. Hinata's large breasts almost popped out of her lacy corset, which accented her already-hourglass figure. Her freshly manicured black nails kept pulling at her skirt, which barely brushed the bottom of her underwear. To her credit, she was wearing black tights, but the four-inch-high heels broke whatever sense of decency the tights lent her. Hinata's long eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she looked down, fiddling with the ribbons of her skirt. Sakura was wearing a shoulder less tight black long sleave shirt. It hugged her figure nicely. Although she didn't have Hinata's huge G-cups, Sakura still had a respectable C-cup. She matched Hinata's lower half, same skirt, heels and tights. The only difference being Sakura's ass was much larger than Hinata's. Sakura's ass was the sexiest Naruto had ever seen. Naruto kept giving her sideways glances, staring at that fine ass, both trying to catch her eye and check her out in the subtlest way he could. Sasuke caught these glances.
He assumed that Naruto was also suffering for Sakura and concerned for her, who had a tear fall onto her black outfit every now and then. She was a very pretty picture of distress, albeit a very sexually tempting one. So, tempting, in fact, that Naruto could barely rearrange himself to hide his oncoming hard on. It wasn't easy to hide, he was huge when aroused, but he managed to do it by staring at the coffin in a serenely respectful way. He was good at hiding his big friend after all these years.
Soon it came time to lower the coffin. The crowd rose as one entity, all mourning and clad in black, all with tear stains or fresh tears brimming over onto their faces. Naruto gracefully handed Sasuke's mother off on some poor unsuspecting funeral-goer.
Sasuke took one of her arms and the randomly selected man, bewildered but willing, took the other. Naruto blended into the crowd right as Sasuke turned around to look for him. Sakura and Hinata also faded into the throng of people. Naruto snatched their hands and pulled them behind him, keeping his face down as a sign of respect for the dead.
Sakura opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw who it was, she kept silent. She had a feeling that Naruto wanted a "favor" from her, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to get out of it. Perhaps she had asked for it a little, with the way she was dressed, but it was also a last-ditch effort to get Sasuke to notice her for once. Once more it had failed. He hadn't even said anything to her, only shuffled her out the door along with his grieving mother and drove straight here. Yes, he was grieving, but even before his father's death Sakura had felt unwanted, like she had been a novelty that once Sasuke acquired, he didn't want anymore.
Naruto shoved her lightly against a wall. They were faintly able to hear the words being recited by the overseer, those things that he had to say so that Sasuke's father could be properly buried. As if there was a proper way to bury a body, Naruto thought with an eye roll. He turned to his wife, Hinata, giving her a wink that she answered with a smile, she sunk to her knees and very ominously unzipped his pants for him, ominously for Sakura that is. Sakura watched, half in horror and half in admiration, as his massive erection broke through the hole. Hinata finished unbuttoning his pants and the long member rolled out, as if waving to the girls.
She gulped, not sure if she should try to protest, or say anything really. "Naruto-"
Naruto shook his head, scowling, and held a finger to his mouth. Then he smiled, as if this were a game. And it kind of was. Everyone knew it was fun to have sex in public, the riskiest part of it was being quiet, not being caught. And Naruto knew, as well as the other two, that getting caught fucking around at a funeral wouldn't be great for Hinata's or Sakura's reputations. Naruto was impervious to rumors, but the girls would be destroyed, and Sasuke would be devastated, maybe, it was hard to tell with him.
So, Sakura knelt down on her knees, in front of Naruto and next to Hinata, her black tights straining against her thick thighs. The ground was grossly soft, as if it had just rained, and Sakura frowned at the prospect of getting her outfit dirty. She wasn't even surprised that the ever-dutiful slut, Hinata sunk into that mess without batting an eye. She found out when this arrangement started that Hinata was made into a submissive slut by Naruto. She amounted to little more than his pet at this point.
Naruto snorted, he knew she was worrying about her outfit, not that there was much of an outfit to ruin. Sakura looked up questioningly as his legs shifted. Naruto responded by leaning on the wall leisurely and putting his arms behind his head, smiling down at her imploringly.
Hinata pressed her makeup covered face against her master's boxer covered cock, breathing in his heavy scent through the fabric, moaning as she huffed up his stench.
Sakura sighed, her heart pumping wildly. No matter if she liked this or not, she knew how dire the situation would be if they were caught. Sasuke was worse than a woman when it came down to it. He fought like a warrior, shut down like a child. He would be impossible to talk to. And that thought, along with her own self-preservation, prompted her to nudge aside Hinata and yank down Naruto's underwear and take the throbbing member into her delicate mouth.
Putting on a front, she outwardly cringed at the taste of pre-cum, which was already gathering at the tip of his erection. In reality she always enjoyed his taste, as bad as that confession made her feel.
Naruto, none too pleased at how slow she was to get into it, thrust his hips towards her face. Sakura's throat was suddenly filled with Naruto's girthy, 15-inch cock, and she choked out a surprised noise. Naruto decided to give his pet something to suck on as well, shoving his fingers in Hinata's mouth she immediately took to sucking on them. At the same time Naruto pulled back for a split second. A cooling rush of air calmed Sakura's throat. Then, without further ado, Naruto thrust towards her again, her lips smashing against the base of his member leaving lewd rings from Sakura's ruby red lipstick. Sakura gripped his belt loops none too gently, her nails digging into his skin, while she had gotten mostly adjusted to his monstrous size, she knew she'd never be fully adjusted to such a large cock.
Her nails hurt a little, but rather than annoy him, it sexually excited him. He made eye contact with her, nodding at her to keep going.
Sakura, not wanting another rude awakening, carefully held him in both hands as she slipped him up and down in her mouth, his pre cum acting as substantial enough lube for her to get going pretty fast and her lipstick leaving more and more rings and smudges.
Soon he was in and out of her throat, which made his pleasure only rise with each time her tongue stroked and poked him. It was sloppy at best, but then again, no guy ever raved about what a refined blowjob they had received, Naruto thought ecstatically. This was the best idea he'd had in… well, forever. Since he first decided to make Hinata his submissive slut, and therefore making her available for his pleasure whenever. He was attempting to do the same thing to Sakura and many more.
Naruto enjoyed the sight of the two women on their knees, Sakura's hair bouncing around her face, which was smeared with pre-cum at this point and saliva from her own determination to get this over with as fast as possible, while Hinata took the opportunity to start worshipping his balls, licking sucking and kissing them, leaving lipstick marks on them from her black lipstick.
To Sakura's credit, Naruto was getting riled up, but he also knew how to hold off his climax with distractions. Much to Sakura's annoyance, Naruto smirked and looked up at the clear blue sky as they lowered Sasuke's father into the grave. Maybe it was ironic that his orgasm came right as the first pile of dirt was heaped onto the casket, but Naruto wasn't that poetic.
Naruto and Hinata moved along the path at a brisk pace after Naruto promised to take care of his pet when they got home with a hand down the back of her skirt to fondle her ass, while Sakura lagged behind, fussing with her outfit. In her head, she imagined everything that could go wrong following their re-entry to the burial crowd. What if Sasuke had noticed her absence from the wake and was, at this moment, searching frantically for his wife? As if.
It may have been selfish to think that Sasuke would be so focused on his wife's attendance when his father was indeed being laid to rest, but then again, a man is supposed to rely on his wife in many emotional and sexual aspects. It wasn't unreasonable for Sakura to assume that Sasuke would be seeking her for support during this time of need. Already Sakura was thinking up excuses. Naruto had been so emotional she had had to take him away from the crowd? That was reasonable, but why would Naruto be heartbroken? Was it because he had known Sasuke's father for nearly as long as Sasuke had?
As Sakura fretted behind him, Naruto swaggered along the packed down dirt as if it were a red carpet. Nothing made him as cocky as a freshly devoured conquest, especially Sakura. As Sasuke's wife, and arguably one of the most attractive woman in town, Sakura was a highly envied and highly wanted figure. If anybody was able to get her attention, it was a highly used bragging tool, not that it really ever happened. Sakura was a very devoted wife, almost stereotypical in her righteousness. She was the head female of her house, with a child to attend to and a husband to keep happy. She was seen as perfect, or the opposite of perfect in some cases, due to gossip, but nonetheless everyone knew she was as good as a wife and mother got.
Naruto smirked. If only they knew. He thought. Even her sloppiest of blow jobs had been pretty damn satisfying, and her status only elevated his pleasure. Naruto had a rather inflated ego, but then again, he had earned it over the years. He was sly, cunning, and very sneaky. No one had any inkling of what was ever truly going on in his complex mind, or in his private life. And he preferred it that way. Why have everyone knowing which link in his life was the weakest? Why give anyone any idea on how to bring him down, whether in a fight or underhandedly in his private life?
Sakura, meanwhile, was still worried about her outfit. How she looked was very important, even if it seemed vain, people firstly judged her on her appearance, and secondly on her speech and dignity. Perhaps this was the reason she wore such slutty clothing- she liked the notoriety it gave her. Unfortunately for Sakura, though, she had about as much infamy as Naruto. She was a positive figure in the town, inexplicably, and even when she wore such as an outfit as this, she was seen as a good girl. If she had been told this, she wouldn't have been able to fathom why, even clothed in fishnets, a tiny piece of cloth resembling a skirt that had her ass almost ready to be freed, and a tight corset, people saw her as the ultimate conservative wife and mother. Sakura was fairly smart, but not ultimately the most perceptive.
As they rejoined the group, Sakura noted with both relief and a twinge of disappointment that Sasuke was still exactly where he had first settled in. He was standing next to his mother, right in front of the grave, and was holding a shovel tearfully while he watched the real workers begin to bury his father. Many of the crowd had moved on to stand under the large tents that had been assembled solely to protect the crowds from the possible rainfall that had been predicted for that day. Sasuke and his mother, almost frozen in time, seemed to not realize that they were two of only a few standing in front of the grave. Sakura recognized the chance to blend in seamlessly. Naruto headed off with his wife towards the tents, mingling seamlessly with the others, lowering his face in respect for the dead.
Sakura stood at the back of the tiny crowd, but eventually she politely pushed aside the other people and tugged lightly on Sasuke's arm. He ignored her at first, but once he realized that it was his loving wife signaling to him that nearly everyone had moved into the tents, he smiled at her very sadly, hardly a smile at all, and held out his other arm for his mother. With silent dignity, only keeping her eyes plastered to her husband's quickly disappearing casket, she accepted the offer and allowed herself to be led to the shelter of the tents. From there, they went back to Sasuke's house.
Now came the truly emotionally exhausting part of the day, allowing people to express their pity. Mikoto disliked pity, as had her husband. Empathy was quite all right, if someone could be dignified about it, but pity often kept company with inferiority. If people saw you as weak, then they could properly pity you, and Mikoto wanted nothing more than to be seen as strong in the face of her husband's passing. Properly enraged by her thoughts now, she let Sasuke fuss around her as she got situated in the widow's chair.
It was comfortable, but even small comforts felt awfully unnecessary when dealing with such a huge thing as death. Sasuke got her warm, rejuvenating tea to refresh her after standing in the cold for such a long time, but she was not thirsty nor hungry. She had lost quite a few pounds since her husband's passing, as her appetite had suffered enormously whenever she went to the kitchen to cook. Without two people to make meals for, she felt purposeless, as if her hard work would be a waste if her husband was not there to grumpily, subtly praise her cooking.
Sasuke brought her a small pile of blankets, which she waved aside. She was always cold these days, it seemed to emanate from her bones and spread to her muscles no matter what she tried.
He fetched flowers to put on the table in front of her, to provide a barrier between his mother and the people expressing their condolences, but his mother couldn't stand to see the freshly picked flowers. They reminded her of beauty being cut in its prime. Her husband hadn't died in his prime, per se, but he had been happy and full of life, as much as an old man with a successful son could be.
Sakura felt badly for her husband. At least he was trying to make his mother more comfortable in this trying time, not that his mother seemed to appreciate her son's gestures. She was too deeply down in the hole of loss to be comforted at this point. Sakura, realizing this, quickly escaped after assuring Sasuke she would be right back. She had seen Naruto headed her way, and, fearing another request from him or, worse, a confrontation, she made her escape as soon as possible without arousing suspicion.
But Naruto wasn't interested in another round of sexual favors from Sakura. No, not so soon after his last one. No, Naruto was only interested in offering himself to Mikoto.
"May I stand alongside you, in your time of need?" He asked her poetically. He had cut to the front of the line, but, though the people in line were annoyed, Mikoto was overjoyed by his upfront manner and empathetic support. She nodded her consent, opening her arms for a hug. This was a bit odd, as she rarely hugged anyone, and if she had at all, it was her husband or Sasuke. Sasuke, suppressing his slight jealously, and reasoned that it was because Naruto felt so much like a son to his mother.
Though it was clear that Naruto did not have mutual feelings of any maternal relationship. He freely and slyly smoothed his hands over her most intimate of areas, while Naruto tactfully looked at the crowd that was gathering to talk to his mother. Mikoto, slightly uncomfortable, brushed it off. He was a fine young man, much like her Sasuke, and he wouldn't do anything even minorly perverted.
Sasuke, as he watched the line grow, felt a sense of exhaustion sweep over him. "Thank you, Naruto." He said, turning to the other man, who was straightening out of the hug. "For taking care of mother. I need some time to reflect on everything." Before Naruto could even nod, Sasuke made his swift exit. Naruto didn't mind, but he didn't exactly like how many sniveling people he would have to help Mikoto greet. He knew many of them were there for the morbid fascination a funeral provided them, for the excitement and gossip that was left. Any time anyone died, anyone remotely important, there was much gossip and intrusion into their past lives, no matter how saintly the man or woman who had passed.
Naruto did not appreciate people like that, people who loved death because it provided a distraction from their own miserable little lives.
But he tolerated them, for Mikoto's sake. The old woman was very righteous, sitting straight in her chair with eyes like cold stones, her hair pulled back into a rigid structure. When she smelled the slightest whiff of pity, she turned up her nose at the person expressing such feelings, rigidly thanking them for their attendance and their sincere apologies. Much sarcasm intended at the sincere part. Properly but politely shunned, the person at the receiving end of this treatment was left to walk away, and the next person would step forward. It was usually then that Mikoto returned to her previous state, clutching a silken hanky and blinking tearfully. This process amused Naruto. He knew that Mikoto believed in pride, and upholding traditions, and she was an old thinker in this regard, but he like her disliked pity for pity's sake and was slightly proud of her for being such a brush-off to people who had the audacity to imply that she, in her state of broken-hearted-ness, was beneath anyone else.
As the wake progressed, Naruto continued to slide closer to Mikoto. At first, she hadn't noticed. But as more and more people, all starting to sound and look very similar in her tired mind, she could feel Naruto's hand on her shoulder, telling her to be strong. She appreciated his presence, as Sasuke was still nowhere to be seen. He had a right to get away from everything, but Mikoto was glad that someone so similar to her son was there to reassure her and tell her to press on with such an innocent gesture.
Naruto, on the other hand, appreciated the feeling of her flesh, not of her company. With every sympathizer that he helped Mikoto bid farewell, he felt his attention and his tolerance waning. Naruto got bored pretty easily, that was why he got Hinata to be okay with him cheating on her. It was also why he ignored advice so often and gained enemies at a fairly frequent pace, not that he couldn't easily beset them.
So, he made a game of pushing the limits when it came to Mikoto, who was far more patient than any other woman, who would have given up and simply slapped Naruto's arm if it tried to slither around their waist one more time. But Mikoto, so enveloped in her grief was she, that she barely noticed these little pushes and touches, and when she did, she wasn't very inclined to believe they were anything other than reassuring gestures. If she had perhaps been younger and firmer, with skin that was smooth and translucent, she might have considered that Naruto was being perverted in his mind as he soothed her. But being as old as she was, it was impossible to her that he was being anything other than sincere.
Naruto was almost gleefully ecstatic that he was getting away with this. On the other side of the room, Sakura was mingling idly with sympathetic strangers and vaguely familiar family friends, though it was getting boring and tedious very quickly. Sakura was fine in social situations, and she even occasionally thrived, but her father-in-law being dead was nothing she wanted to relish in, to be in the spotlight. Death was very different than birth- she had very much enjoyed the baby showers and welcome parties for her daughter, loving every gift and generic congratulations that came from every attendant, hell, she hadn't even really minded the jealous glares from people in the corners, who saw Sakura's beauty mirrored in her daughter, who looked nothing like the squishy babies they themselves pushed out. Sakura didn't appreciate the jealous looks this time, nor the snarky tosses of hair she saw directed her way often, as if they envied her the spotlight, envied her the loss, so monotonous their lives had indeed become.
Sakura sent them unforgiving glares, reminding them that they should have the dignity to mourn the dead, not to envy Sakura for the attention it was bringing. Undeterred, the jealous women stared back unabashedly… that was, until something beyond Sakura caught their eye. Thoroughly terrified, they spun on their sensible black heels and very nearly sprinted out of the wake. Their exit was noticed by everyone near them, but when those people turned to see what had scared the ladies, they saw only Sakura, who looked very confused. The people turned back to their conversations and their mourning, bewildered and confounded at what had made the women act so strangely and indecently at a wake.
Sakura, though she was thoroughly satisfied that they had left as a result of her glare, was left unsatisfied. The looks on their faces had been akin to total horror, which was very unlikely a result of Sakura's menacing look of disdain. Soon enough, however, Sakura had her answer, in the form of a wrinkled man. Her grandfather had found it appropriate to attend the wake. His appearance, which was indeed very corpse-like, had scared the girls, who (being stupid and making assumptions) had thought it was Sasuke's passed father come back to life to hurt them for being so disrespectful to his beloved daughter-in-law.
Fortunately for Sakura, this was not so. She watched as the old man limped towards her. Small traces of the handsome, if elderly, man from Sakura's youth lingered. He was not a ugly sight per se but he wasn't handsome anymore.
"Sakura, sweetheart. I'm so sorry that your husband's father-"Her grandad coughed, and continued, "-has passed. I am here for you in your time of need." He vilified, opening his arms for a hug nearly as slowly as a tree grows. Sakura found nothing but gratitude towards her loving grandfather.
"Thank you, grandfather. It's so nice to see you." Sakura replied, though she was confused as her grandad leaned in, his lips aiming directly for her lips. She veered subtly to the right, turning her head, so that his old lips came into contact with her cheek and not her own vibrantly red and slightly cum stained lips.
She felt a blush reach her face as he brushed a hand across her wide ass, and she quickly stepped away. "How have you been?" She asked, genuinely astounded that he had taken the time to come and console her.
"An old man like me is only doing as well as he can be." The old man said in a slight raspy voice and stepping toward his granddaughter once more. Sakura felt almost ashamed for blushing at his touch and was wondering about what he was about to do. He only continued speaking and getting closer. "But I am doing much better now that I'm in the presence of my beautiful granddaughter."
"Aw, how sweet." Sakura smiled.
"That's my little girl…a frown doesn't belong on such a pretty face, when a smile suits it much better." He winked at her, bringing an even brighter blush to Sakura's face.
He was coming close to kissing her again, an 'accident', she was sure he would tell her, but at that moment she spotted Sasuke, sulking in an empty corner of the house. Duty calls it seems.
"Your too nice to me Grandfather, thank you for your kindness, really, but it seems like my husband needs me." She said trying to hide her unusual excitement she felt at him being so close to her, covering it with a polite undertone. Her grandfather was delighted when Sakura very hastily went to kiss him on the cheek. But she was too distracted, her haste allowed her grandfather to turn his head quick enough to snatch a kiss from her then using her shocked fluster to grab a hand full of her ass and give it a quick grope before she was able to finally flee.
Sakura rushed to her husband's side, blushing furiously while panting. For the second time today a man besides her husband made her panties a little wetter. She clutched her husband's arm. Sasuke looked at her distressed, blushing face, and although her looked confused he hugged her sympathetically anyway. Sakura looking over his shoulder at her grandfather attempting to fondle a little girl, shook her head.