"If you aren't man enough to do right by your wife, then fine. Find someone else to occupy your time with, you pathetic limp-dicked bastard!"
The door to the Hokage's office slammed loudly as a flurry of red hair and even redder hot fury marched its way down the hall and away from the most important room in all of Konohagakure no Sato. Loud stomps of angry feet could be heard all throughout the building as they made their way down the hall and down the stairs in a one-way beeline towards the building's exit. People, civilians, and shinobi alike steered clear of the moving red ball of rage as it thundered its way out of Konoha's shinobi HQ.
Everyone feared this source of this rage on the best of days, both because of its status and the very temper that was making itself apparent at this very moment. Luckily for them, the being of pure anger was not occupied with them at this present moment and very quickly made its way out of the building and into the streets of the village hidden in the leaves.
Kushina, as you could probably tell, was not having the best of days. The red-haired kunoichi had little to complain about in her life and was grateful for it every day. A successful ninja of jounin rank, leader of several successful genin teams throughout her career, and an overachiever in terms of completed missions in service to the village, Kushina was both a respected and accomplished kunoichi.
Also, the redhead was one of the last surviving members of the legendary Uzumaki clan and an inheritor of their kekkei genkai, making her someone generally considered to be formidable for that alone. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that she was mother to the hero of the village and wife to the current Hokage, titles that made her a figure of great renown all over the shinobi world. Wealthy accomplished and a member of a titan lineage both past and present created conditions in which there was almost never a moment where Kushina was unhappy.
That was until about a year prior. Kushina, the older woman that she was, had long since given her husband a child. Naruto, the sweet boy that he was, was the light of her life for the past 20 years. Smart, handsome, powerful, and kind, he was everything she and Minato could have hoped for him to be. Between Naruto and her Kunoichi work that she had gotten back into just a year after giving birth, she had little time for much else. But Naruto was a fully grown man now, 20 years of age and fully independent. He still lived in the family mansion but other than that he didn't need them anymore, and as a result, Kushina found herself with a lot more free time.
As a result of now having a moment to think about her day, Kushina had felt something she had long since forgotten about come back in full force. Ninjas are trained to suppress their sex drive as so to not get sexually active in the field as well as not allow it to be used against them, in particular in the case of male shinobi against kunoichi interrogation tactics. Kushina, like all active kunoichi, had gotten so used to this she didn't even think about it anymore. That was until she found herself slowing down in her kunoichi work and without a son to occupy her time. In the past year, her libido had returned to full force and the red-hot habanero felt an overwhelming desire to make up for nearly two decades of sexual repression.
Unfortunately, her husband was feeling a lot less inclined to give her what she wanted. She didn't know if he was still actively practising sex drive suppression or if he just didn't find her all that attractive anymore, but no matter what she tried her husband just seemed entirely reluctant to jump her bones. Given Minato was still a fully active shinobi she was willing to accept it at first, that was until she went to visit her friend Tsume Inuzuka and found the woman getting railed by none other than her own son Naruto.
She left as quickly as she arrived, not wanting to intrude, but it made her realize that even active shinobi did get intimate sometimes and when she thought about it, it was probably healthy to do so. The mental image of what was almost a younger-looking Minato with a 9-inch cock the circumference of her lower arm ploughing into the sexy female clan head made her bite her lip in need.
After that rather sudden awakening to the truth of just how hard she had been suppressing herself, Kushina had spent the rest of the year pursuing Minato in some form or another. Each time, however, she was only met with the disappointment of being rebuffed each and every time. Had Minato explained that he was still practising sex drive suppression, she probably would have accepted it on the condition he stop when they went on holiday together once a year. However, the Hokage didn't even bother to do that. Minato, to her disappointment, didn't even grace her with such reasoning. He simply would go with the cliché "I'm tired" or "I have a headache" and roll over, leaving her high and dry again.
Without even so much as realizing it, a wave of anger and frustration far deeper than she had felt in a long time had begun to build in her over the past year. With an explosive fire bubbling just under the surface, Kushina has decided to take one final shot at getting her husband's sexual attention. Dressing in the sluttiest set of lingerie she owned, the redheaded woman had dressed in an "easily accessible" summer dress and made her way over to the shinobi HQ of Konoha and up to her husband's office. Just thinking about it made Kushina boil with renewed rage.
She had entered her husband's office silently, so much so her husband's eyes didn't even rise from the paperwork he had been focusing on. Using a special hand seal taught to her by Minato himself, she dismissed the ANBU hiding in the shadows waiting to strike a potential enemy of the Hokage. After a moment, they did as they were told and shunshin'd out of the room, assessing Kushina to not be a present threat to their leader.
With the guards gone, Kushina stood in front of Minato's desk for several moments waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Silence filled the room as the Hokage continued to work, not showing a sign that he was even aware his wife was there. Frowning, Kushina decided to take matters into her own hands.
"um-HUM!" she coughed loudly, trying her best to hide her already failing mood.
Minato finally looked up from his work, his expression slightly bemused more than anything. Noticing it was his wife, he made an attempt at a smile that looked incredibly forced from Kushina's estimation, but she tried her best to ignore it and push forward with her last attempt to awaken some kind of passion in her life partner.
"Kushina, what are you doing here?" Minato asked, trying his best to sound pleased to see her.
"Well, seeing as you're working so incredibly hard to keep the village safe…" Kushina began, her tone becoming increasingly sultry. "I thought maybe I'd come and reward our brave Hokage for his efforts." The redhead allowed the straps of her summer dress to fall down her shoulders as she said this, leaning forward so he could get a good view of her ample bosom.
"It's my job to protect the village, it's what I get paid for. I'm in no need of extra compensation," Minato replied, sounding almost uncomfortable in his own wife's presence.
"Well then," Kushina shot back, pushing forward with her plan. "Consider this less compensation, and more the actions of a grateful wife." As she said this, Kushina slowly made her way around the desk until she was standing above him as he sat in his chair. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, "an incredibly horny, grateful wife." Without another word she leaned back up as her husband spluttered in disbelief, stripping off her sundress from the hem and over her head. Now in nothing but in red lace panties and a bra she climbed onto her husband's lap and began to grind on him, her lips gently meeting his as she tried to coax him into action.
Unfortunately for Kushina, Minato quickly came to his senses and when she went to try and strip away his jounin flak jacket he quickly grabbed her and forcibly pushed her face away from his. Kushina's eyes widened as she stared at her husband in disbelief, not quite being able to believe that even after all that he was still completely incapable of wanting to share an intimate moment with her.
"This is HIGHLY inappropriate Kushina!" Minato exclaimed, his face hardening as he pushed himself out of his chair, forcing his wife to her feet. "I knew you were always the adventurous type, but to try this sort of thing in my office is totally beyond what I would expect from even you! And in front of the ANBU too!"
Kushina's features turned from shock to anger as all of that simmering frustration and resentment reasserted itself ten times over, and the reality of the situation finally set in. The redhead's features contorted into a look of barely held-back rage.
"I. SENT. THEM. AWAY." Kushina worded out, barely stopping herself from screaming.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Minato replied angrily, only just realizing he was alone with his wife.
"WELL, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO IF YOU'D EVEN SO MUCH AS LOOK AT ME ANYMORE!" Kushina roared, a year's worth of anger flooding out in one big tirade. "I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE YOUR WIFE, LIKE A WOMAN, BUT NO YOU HAVE EVERY EXCUSE IN THE BOOK TO ACT AS IF I DON'T EVEN EXIST!"
"W…what the hell are you talking about?" Minato spluttered out, not used to his wife's unchecked anger.
"SEE?! THAT'S THE WORST PART, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU'RE DOING IT! GOD, YOU'VE BECOME DENSE! EVERY TIME I'VE TRIED TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU, HAVE SEX WITH YOU, OR JUST SO MUCH AS BE ACKNOWLEDGED AS SOMEONE YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT, YOU REBUFF ME FOR ONE STUPID REASON OR ANOTHER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL WHEN YOU WON'T EVEN SPARE ME 30 MINUTES OF YOUR TIME FOR ONCE IN OVER A YEAR?!
"Kushina, you're acting irrationally. I think you should go home and cool off; we'll talk about this later," Minato replied, his face showing just how little he wanted to be having this conversation.
"OH, DON'T WORRY I'M GOING, IT'S CLEAR TO ME YOU DON'T CARE ENOUGH ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF!" Kushina raged, angrily putting her sundress back on and heading for the door. As she opened it, she turned back in a fury, barely holding her voice back so as to not embarrass herself in front of others. "If you aren't man enough to do right by your wife, then fine. Find someone else to occupy your time with, you pathetic limp-dicked bastard!"
Thinking about it now that she had several minutes to cool off, Kushina could feel tears in the corners of her eyes. She held them back, determined not to allow herself to cry for that asshole who had made it quite clear he didn't care much about her anymore. She was heading for home, where she would have a good and long think about what she should do now that all of her attempts to reconnect with her husband had failed. Maybe…maybe it was time to consider the nuclear option. She just hoped Naruto would forgive her.
Reaching her family home in the richer part of Konoha, afforded to her and her husband thanks to his status and their shared success in their profession. It was a nice place, a three-story home with spacious rooms and a wide-open garden that seemed to stretch into the distance. It certainly was a far reach from the minimalist lifestyle that most shinobi willingly subjected themselves to, mainly because their job was both dangerous and had them out of the house most of the time.
Kushina herself was grateful for it since she was the one who spent the majority of the time raising Naruto, living in some plain old apartment would have likely driven her mad. The sun filtering through the windows and the wide-open space that she and Minato had personalized to their liking made it feel far more like…home.
Speaking of home, Kushina would distract herself from her thoughts by keeping her home clean and tidy so that it was a home she was proud of. A slump in missions as of late meant that she had far more time at home, especially since her current genin team was going through a phase of personal growth and needed time on their own to develop their own individual skills.
She would not see them again until the end of the week when they would display their progress and they would develop ways to put those skills together. In the meantime, Kushina would allow herself the time to make the house presentable again as an extended period of time without her would often see the house turn into a bit of a mess. The wake-up calls her son would get when he moved out regarding house maintenance simultaneously made her giggle and despair.
The redhead to her credit did manage to distract herself for most of the afternoon. Washing clothes, doing dishes, and tidying bedrooms allowed her mind to focus away from thoughts of the impending doom of her marriage, providing things did not change. Within a couple of hours, she had even convinced herself she was happy, like nothing in her life had changed since her marriage was well and her son was a little boy. But in the back of her mind, she knew that not to be true.
Her son was a grown man and she barely knew her husband anymore, it was like her whole world was falling apart and maybe it was. She loved her husband and she wanted to maintain her family for the sake of her son, but the sun seemed to be set on the Namikaze family and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Kushina was shaken from her reverie however when she heard voices coming from the front door, masculine voices. Peering her head out from one of the many rooms on the ground floor, she looked down the hall and was met with the sight of her dear son, Naruto walking through the front door looking as dishevelled as he always did after training.
Next to him was a familiar sight in the Namikaze house, Naruto's long-time friend and part-time protégé Konohamaru Sarutobi. Both their blonde and brown hair matted to their heads and were sweating topless as their muscular bodies heaved for breath. Both looked positively exhausted after their long day of work, something which again was not new.
"Anybody home?!" Naruto called out, his voice sounding rough and out of breath.
"I'm in here Naruto-Kun!" Kushina called back, waving to get his attention.
"Hey Kaa-san, how was your day?" Naruto asked politely, Kushina smiled softly at her son's consideration as she entered the kitchen to meet him.
"It was okay, better now that I have some time away from missions and my genin are beginning to walk with their own two feet," Kushina answered, smiling to hide some of her true feelings from the boy she loved and his friend.
"Great! Konohamaru and I are going to head upstairs and have a shower, we'll probably just hang out for a while after that and then Konohamaru will head home before dinner, okay?" Naruto told his mother, Kushina merely nodded but turned to her son's friend and gestured to him.
"You're welcome to stay for dinner if it's easier for you, we'd welcome the company," Kushina offered, Konohamaru merely gave a wide, sheepish grin back but shook his head.
"I'd love to, but I need to be back at the family compound before long as I have a meeting with Sarutobi-Jisan," the young man explained. Kushina merely nodded in understanding.
"I understand, well I won't keep you boys any longer. Head upstairs and get cleaned off, just don't leave your clothes lying everywhere. I've just picked up after you and your father already," Kushina instructed, giving Naruto a pointed look.
"We won't, I'm not a kid anymore ya' know!" Naruto shot back with exasperation, setting off his inherited verbal tic.
"Don't argue, now off you go!"
Kushina pointed up the stairs and Naruto headed away with a short grumble, Konohamaru followed behind him. As he left, he gave Kushina a knowing grin and a wink as he had for years when he witnessed these petty squabbles between the two. The redheaded woman knew it was an innocent gesture. She knew it meant nothing and never had meant anything, that she had seen it a thousand times before and likely would see it a thousand times again. However, for the first time when Konohamaru winked at her Kushina could not help but feel the heat creep up into her cheeks like a schoolgirl getting attention from a crush. Kushina was blushing, luckily for her Konohamaru had moved on before he could notice.
The mother of one stood there frozen for several moments after the two young men had disappeared upstairs. She had never felt anything akin to a crush on any man other than her husband in her whole life and the fact she was feeling one now, for her son's friend during a time of turmoil in her marriage was only what she could describe as trouble. Trouble for her, trouble for her family. Hell, it would be trouble for Konohamaru if she ever were stupid enough to act on it. These were dangerous thoughts she was having, and she knew she would do well to avoid them.
Even more resolute than ever in her efforts to distract herself, Kushina got back to work cleaning the house and tuning out the world around her, so she did not think about her problems. Again, after a while, it almost worked. She could reasonably convince herself that her marriage was fine, her life was fine, and that she did not have a schoolgirl crush on her son's long-time friend and friend of the family. These problems almost did not exist, which was the small amount of comfort that allowed her to go from cleaning the house to sitting in the living room, half-heartedly creating strategies and training plans for her genin team. It was all just busywork, but it was better than allowing herself to stew in her own thoughts too much, lest she could come to some conclusions she did not like.
She became so engrossed in fact, that when she realized she had left some of her notes on her genin team's progress upstairs in her bedroom, she did not even hesitate to go upstairs and go get them. She left the living room and headed for the stairs that would take her to the second floor. So engrossed in her own thoughts, she was not at all prepared for a sight that would stop her dead in her tracks. She had not heard the shower of the bathroom on from downstairs, or more to the point she had not heard it switch off. She had not heard the bathroom door open into the landing area either, leading to the mishap of her being witness to her son's friend in nothing but a towel around his waist.
Kushina froze and her eyes widened in shock at the sight, the heat that she had previously felt in her face coming back tenfold. Konohamaru however had not even noticed her, rather brazenly checking himself out in one of the many mirrors that lined the many hallways of the house. The redheaded mother cursed whatever string of fate led to him stopping in front of the one mirror on the way opposite the stairs. Regardless of that, however, she could not quite stop herself from checking the young man out.
And how could you not, he was a handsome young man to be sure. Tall, not quite six feet but certain in the ballpark. Blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a spiked hairstyle that Kushina had always liked. His body was strong, lean, and muscular, with every muscle visible over his skin due to difficult training regimes maintained by both himself and her son. Kushina's eyes wandered over every muscle and widened even further when she caught sight of the rather obvious bulge just underneath the top of his towel. It did not take a genius to realize that strength was not the only thing Konohamaru was endowed with, something that pushed her beyond simply blushing and into laboured breathing as her eyes began to dilate.
'This is so wrong ya' know!' Kushina told herself mentally, but it did not make her look away.
Luckily, or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, Konohamaru eventually stopped looking at himself in the mirror and made his way down the hall and out of Kushina's sight. As soon as he was gone, Kushina made her way up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom, practically slamming the door behind her leaning up against it as she slowly sank to the floor against it, running her hand through her hair in frustration. She was so confused, more so than she had been in a long time, and needless to say, it was scaring her.
"What the hell are you doing Kushina? He is barely a legal adult ya' know!" Kushina whispered to herself in frustration, shaking her head as if to shake the less-than-pure thoughts from her mind. "What you need is a long, LONG shower and time alone to sort out these screwed-up thoughts of yours. No more Konohamaru today, not until your head is straight!"
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