The Red Hot-Blooded Habanero , a woman that many respected and often idolized as what a true wife should be. Beautiful, loyal, and strong. Three traits that are used to describe Kushina Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage's wife, and mother of Naruto Namikaze.
A poster family for the village, but every household has their own secrets. The Namikaze, are no exceptions, in particular, Kushina Namikaze. She has desires that Minato wouldn't fulfill to her personal satisfaction.
Ever since Naruto's birth, ten years ago, and his inauguration to becoming Hokage he has been less sexually active with her. Prompting her to masterbate and quench the desires that rage within her libido. Nonetheless, the self-pleasure began to dull over the years and she needed a man that could reignite her wild desires. Even if that was less than admirable for a woman of her status.
Then she found him, Avarice Ōtsutsuki, the man that put a collar to her wilder side. Taking the woman in as his pet, Avarice broke her down and explored her hidden fetishes. Role play, BDSM, anal, and much more that she loved to do. Everyday they met up, Kushina was in an euphoric heaven.
That man made Minato just a thought when he was done, and treated her like a princess. She could remember the first time that they met.
~•~
It was a warm summertime night, and the shinobi bar held its fair share of patrons. Many just seeking a release from their weekly stress, others a partner for the night, and for others just a few drinks for the evening.
Kushina was no different than many of them. A housewife for the majority of her time, cooking and cleaning until the day has ended. Then, a repeat of this continuous cycle. It has been this way for so much many years, so much so that she opted for a release through less than conventional methods.
"Kushina, you shouldn't be drinking so much vodka." Mikoto tried to warn her, but only to receive a muttered, " Whatever," from Kushina's drunken stupor.
"It's time to go home Kushina." Mikoto attempts to help her friend stop from the senseless drinking.
"I'll be fine. You should head home, I am sure that your husband misses you as well. If not, your sons?" Kushina quietly remarks while sipping the alcoholic beverage.
"Kushina.."
"I'm fine, promise." The beaming smile did nothing to hide her lingering loneliness inside purple eyes.
"You won't stay too much longer will you? Otherwise, I'll have drag you home myself." Mikoto's motherly pressure made Kushina squeak at her friends tenacity.
"I will go home soon. Now you should get going Mikoto and thank you for spending time with me on my birthday."
Mikoto hugs Kushina close before she exits the bar going back to her place of residency within the Uchiha compound.
"Another birthday, another forgotten year." Kushina sighs as rests her head against the table.
"A birthday alone is not fun Miss. Red." The shinobi sits in the free chair that is now across from Kushina.
"Whoever you are just leave me alone. I don't have the energy nor the patience for this today." Kushina mumbles from her resting position.
"I heard that you mentioned that it is your birthday and you seem stoned from all the alcohol. So, I figured that I would come over to check up on you."
"Is that all? Otherwise, I'll be on my way."
"Do you need help getting home?"
"I am perfectly capable of walking home on my home." Kushina attempts to stand up, placing her hand against the table to balance her wobbly knees.
"There is no need to embarrass yourself, Hokage's wife. Let me help you get home."
Defeated, Kushina relents and balances herself against the man's shoulder. "What's your name?" Kushina is no stranger to the value her life had, but to drunkenly allow a man to walk you home without his name or identification is an unnecessary risk.
"Avarice Ōtsutsuki." He replies as he helps the woman exit the bar, fresh air tunnel their lungs and the night sky illuminates above.
"What brought someone of your stature to a lowly bar at this of evening, Mrs. Namikaze?" Avarice figured he is pushing his luck, but it was better than not taking the chance.
"I don't want talk about it at the moment." Kushina moves the strands of red hair from her face and continues to slowly walk towards her family's home. This stranger isn't that bad of a person, but that's probably just the alcohol.
"Any hobbies that you in-" The next line of small talk is cut off as Kushina vomits in a nearby trash can.
"You don't go to bars very often do you?"
A very disheartening ' no ' can be heard as she recovers from her upset stomach. "I just want to go home, shower, check on my son, and sleep."
"I understand. That kid of yours is the rave at the academy, especially when compared to that Uchiha boy, Sasuke? I think." Avarice resettles the woman on his shoulder and renews their path to her home.
"Yeah. Naruto is my joy and I love him very much. He is the only person besides my friend that you saw at the bar to wish me a happy birthday. My husband is busy and can forget such occasions, but I forgive him as he has more important matters to attend..." By the end of her words Kushina lost excitement and it was drowned out by sorrow.
"Happy birthday, albeit a little late." Avarice jokingly says as they reach the gated home. He helps her open the gate to her residence. She raises her head to see that her bedroom light is off, which means Minato is not home.
"Will you be able to make it inside alright? Or, will you need assistance?" Concerning a drunken woman's health is not a joke, especially if she ends up heart with him being the last person that people identified her to be with.
"Thank you, but I believe I'll be just fine."
"Have a good night, Miss Red." Avarice looks back for a brief moment and walks away the night is still young so the bar should be filled with decent people. Although, thoughts of that woman linger in his mind about could a woman such as her be unhappy with someone like the Hokage? She can pretty much have whatever she chooses, if she so pleases. Yet, here I found her in a lowly bar drinking her life away.
" I should probably just turn around and check to see if she made it inside her house. Avarice walks back to their original destination hoping that the red head had made it in safely.
Kushina had long since passed out against the door, with her house key embedded into the lock. If anyone had a plan to murder her, then it would be their lucky day.
"Red head?"
She knew that voice it was that guy from the bar. What was he doing back here? Purple eyes flutter open slightly as foggy visions barely registers the man picking her up and opening the door.
"Ava- Avarice..." Kushina mutters from her half conscious state.
"It's me red head. Where is your room?"
"Upstairs. To the right. Big door."
Avarice carefully balances Kushina and walks up the finely detailed stairs, a master craftsman had to have made them. He had to admit for a modest outside the house most definitely made up for it with the interior detail.
"Now, to make a right and there should a large doorway." Avarice takes a tight turn right and opens the door revealing a master bedroom with mainly ninja scrolls and other shinobi material. Ignoring that for the moment, he gently lays Kushina onto to the bed. Placing the large blanket over her and the keys on her dresser.
"I will exit through the window, if you don't mind?" Avarice jokingly asks, as he rather not be caught dead inside the home of the Fourth Hokage. That was a death sentence in itself.
Non-coherent mumbles escape her mouth.
"Have a safe night Kushina." Avarice shunshins from the manor and hastily disappears before anyone else decides to evolve a rumor of him and the Hokage's wife.
This one interaction, started a chain that invested each other in secret hangouts. Doing their best to keep the meetups hidden.
~•~
The once sunny day had turned into dark evening, with the village at peace.
Minato stretches and sighs the work of a hokage never ends, but he made sure to reinvest that same effort and focus into his son.
His wife on the other hand understood that the title of Hokage demanded a considerable amount of retribution and time. Therefore, Minato would have to thank her for staying loyal all this time. Maybe, a ramen date?
Nevertheless, what ever he decides to do will have to come later. He is going to head home and sleep.