Dinner that night was a solemn affair, yet painfully awkward for Naruto (and Amaru, as well).

In fact, they hadn't been inside for more than 5 minutes when Yakumo shot a seemingly innocuous (yet clearly accusatory) question at him.

"Where have you been?"

"T-tests." he'd replied, taken aback.

"Oh I'm sure she'd have tested you well enough." she looked at her with no visible intent of veiling her hostility.

"I - think so." Naruto replied, somewhat oblivious of the high tension.

And if one could have explained that brief altercation as having stemmed from Yakumo's disdain for the new red-headed girl that was "related by blood to Naruto", Uroko's cool silence seemed eerily foretelling of impending chaos, given how she never let slip an opportunity to talk to her kids about their days while eating dinner.

Naruto felt that if Ido'd been there, he could well have seen fists get exchanged.

And Amaru, on the other hand, had the best welcoming she could have hoped for.

Not only did Yakumo continue shooting concealed barbs at her, like how she commented it would have been "rather difficult" for someone of "poor standards" to find housing in Konoha, to outright asking Naruto to sleep with her, within earshot of Amaru.

It infuriated him to see how Uroko continued with her policy of strategic silence.

He could take it no more when he noted that Amaru was visibly shaken, intervening sternly between them when things seemed too painful to bear for her.

"Enough, Yakumo. You don't need to."

But she was far from being subdued by just that.

Arching an eyebrow at him, she demanded, "Why are you sticking up for her? You've lived with me thus far, and she's just come in now!"

"And that is perfectly fine. All I'm asking is that you treat her better. What has she done to you?"

"What has she done to me?" she sarcastically grinned. "So you're going to deny you didn't fu-"

"Go to bed, Yakumo." Uroko firmly stopped her in her tracks. "And Amaru, please go to your bedroom too - that is if, and I think she has, Yakumo has shown you where it is."

"Where do I sleep?" Naruto weakly asked Uroko.

Breakfast the next day seemed to be a little more pleasant than what he'd feared. There still was the subtle coldness decorating the morning air at the table, but for the most part, Yakumo seemed to have simmered down.

"What - do you guys plan on doing later today?" Uroko asked, as was customary.

After a period of silence that was painful to observe, he broke the stalemate. "I am free today."

"So am I." Yakumo observed, perhaps a little too close on the heels of what he'd said.

"Amaru?" Uroko asked coolly.

"I have to go to the hospital today. Regular duty."

"Is it necessary?" Uroko asked.

Yakumo eyed Uroko suspiciously.

"Well, I can put it for later." Amaru replied, eager for any warmth from her new hostess.

"Great! I'm sure we can have a conversation, then?" Uroko asked.

He sighed quietly. Of course Uroko was going to grill her - and him, of course.

"Then Naruto and I will be heading out." Yakumo grabbed his arm.

"Where to?" Uroko asked.

"It's just a "date"." she replied, grinning mischievously. Amaru abruptly grabbed a glass of water.

"Oh?" Uroko wondered aloud, her eyes diverting to Amaru's flushed face as she continued, "have fun then, the both of you."

They walked in silence. He'd wanted to start a conversation about the weather, or even any missions they'd had to do, but it seemed like the mood was so dour that he deemed it better to avoid breaking the quiet.

He looked at her, trying to gauge her emotions. She was upset - of that he was sure. She'd even gone ahead and bought an ice cream without buying one for him. She firmly looked ahead, subtly eating the chocolate cream.

"Well -"

"Oh yeah, let's sit somewhere. I'm sure that'd be better." she decided aloud.

Naruto nodded, pointing at an empty bench in the park.

"You had sex with her, didn't you?"

It was the question he was expecting, but not so much one he'd prepared an answer for - well, he knew the answer, but presenting it proved to be a massive undertaking.

"We were -"

"I'm not mad at you. Well, I don't know to be honest.`` She licked some cream off the side of the cone. It was a hot day.

"To be frank, I don't know either." he confided. "I wish we knew how to make sense of everything."

"Your point?" her voice had become shallow - a verbal tic mirroring Uroko's, a bit like the fall in pressure one could feel in the wake of a raging storm.

"I - I just don't know what to do. I can't say I love Amaru more than you, but yesterday - yesterday was a mistake. And it wasn't me! I had an aphrodisiac -"

"You had a what?!"

"Aphro - disiac?" he wondered if he was pronouncing it right.

"What the hell?"

"I swear, it's true. She injected something, and all of a sudden my head was spinning and I just felt so horny I couldn't control myself. I promise, it's true!"

She looked down at her cone. The swirling pattern had been melted into a slowly overflowing basin. She gave another lick.

"Aphrodisiac, you say? Well, I don't doubt you - at least for now. But it seems really odd -"

"And from that -" he continued, "we got lunch together, and she spoke to me about her life and it just made me feel so sad knowing that about her. I was quite dazed and all, and that sort of - led to "

"What do you think of me, Naruto?"

He hung his head shamefully. It was impossible to look at her.

"I messed up. I know. I get it if you want to hit me - go ahead. But please - please don't let go of me."

She was quiet for a while. Then she started, her voice slightly shaky as she spoke.

"I know our relationship is fucked up. You're my brother - even if it's just as a stepbrother - and the things we do aren't justifiable. At first, I thought it was no problem - I just defended it subconsciously by believing that this made us unique - and not in a bad way - and besides, since we aren't really related by blood, I thought then that this was okay. And do you know who made me rethink that?"

He shook his head.

"Mom." she smiled. "She told me about the mistake I was making. She said that by viewing you only as a stepbrother I was being unfair to you - because you're really more special than that. She said that I had to treat you like one of our own - and that shocked me."

"You see," she continued, "I've confided more in you than anybody. We took each other's virginity. I love you more than anyone in this world - and yes, it's romantic, but I don't care. Well, I didn't care - because then mom said that it was unfair for me to drag you down and prevent you from having a normal relationship with someone else. It made me angry at first - and then I got busy thinking."

"Yakumo.."

"It's funny how we are so blind to these things, until at one point we're grabbed out of our dreams and illusions and see the truth. It's never a fun thing to have to fix your follies, especially when you swore by them all along. I always dreamt of a future with you, and even starting a family with you. But then I realized - what had I even done to make you do that for me? At all times I forced you to love me, and in that process, I essentially forced you to tie a knot with someone you just moved in with. It's really quite bad."

"I assure you. I never regretted it."

"You don't, because you haven't seen anything else. I literally monopolized your heart." she chuckled. "And that's wrong. But - thinking about leaving you makes me so unbelievably sad. I just want a solution to everything - and for all problems to disappear."

"I -"

"I wish for that to happen, you know?" her tone had softened. She was strong, but it was taking a good deal of strength for her to maintain her calm comportment. "I want to live with you. I want to love you, and to never stop loving you. I don't care about it all. Yesterday, knowing that that girl had come into your life - it made me so angry, but not at you - I was mad at myself. I was mad at not being able to accept that we are not meant to be together. I just - I just want to be with you forever."

Her eyes were gleaming. She gently brushed a tear away.

"I promise to love you forever. I'll find a way - I know I can."

"You don't have to... if you love her.."

"You're not out of line in hoping for me to be with you forever." he reassured. "I love you. I really do. It's just that - Amaru is also a person who deserves love. She was shunned by her village, much like us - and unlike us, she didn't even have other people with her. The one man she trusted turned out to be a backstabber."

Yakumo nodded in understanding.

"She deserves to be loved, Yakumo," he continued, "just as you. And I'm ready to dedicate myself to love the both of you - I do not care what society thinks. We love each other, and so we must be together."

It was all she needed to hear. All her apprehensions disappeared as she pulled him in for a kiss, forgetting for a moment they were in a public place inside a village that knew them solely as siblings.

But as he said - who was to care?

"Woah.." he exclaimed as they broke off. "That was unexpected."

"Scared they'd see us?"

"Well - I don't mind, but," he looked around. All benches in their vicinity were deserted, and all they could find was one man feeding ducks at the pond, a good hundred meters away.

"I get it. I forgot about everything myself." a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. She suddenly looked down, realizing that the ice cream had flowed down her hand and onto her dress.

"Oh dear, I even forgot about this," she laughed.

"How about I help you clean up with that?" he suggested provocatively.

The trimmed bush had a generous amount of foliage - and that was where they decided to go at it. He had a feeling she was just as tense as he was - but something in her dogged determination to prove her love to him (and get him to prove his to her) made him resist questioning it. In fact, his racing heart and the burgeoning of his penis as his arousal affirmed itself in those tell-tale signs made him realize he was more excited than nervous.

She unclasped her kimono, removing her sarashi as she revealed her breasts before him. As she sat on his lap, she looked up once more to confirm they were alone. She then looked down at Naruto, who was sitting up, arms clasped around her curvaceous figure.

With all the slovenly, slow eroticism she could muster, she upturned the remnants of her cone over her chest. As the sweet cream streamed down her mommy milkers, he went in for the kill almost instantly, lapping at the flavored cold milk tinged with just a hint of her sweat. Bringing her breasts together, she felt his tongue tickle her as it rubbed the artificial crevice they made, licking the ice cream.

Smothering it all around his mouth, he proceeded to clasp to her teat, sucking at her protruding nipple lasciviously. She was moaning louder now and instinctively grinding her hips as the cool breath of the ice cream fused almost spontaneously with his warmth.

"Delicious." he remarked after his sumptuous meal, looking up at her with carnal desire.

Pinning her down, he traced a line from her cheek down to the soft of her neck with his tongue, opening his lips and gently kissing her, his tongue swirling circles on her skin.

To hold back for even a moment longer was surely going to be a Herculean task.

She'd have preferred being anywhere but there.

It certainly was meant to be a new home, but for Amaru, this new house was much too suffocating to be called a home. Not a word had been spoken between Uroko and herself since Naruto and Yakumo had set out on a date - and a date, too! Were they not siblings?

She didn't wish to leave the house - not just because she didn't have anywhere to be, but also because she wanted to be polite. It was impolite, she'd been taught by Shinno, to leave without the hosts knowing.

Shinno again. She'd dreamt of that vile man last night. It was the same vision of him dying by Naruto's hands - a pleasant dream of an unpleasant man. She wanted to see it happen, too. And she wanted Naruto to be the one to kill him - to save her, just as he had saved her already.

Well, it wasn't exactly any better than living all alone, but she decided against voicing her anguish about being treated poorly to Uroko. Naruto had been kind to her - she couldn't possibly reject that.

Presently Uroko walked into the living room, still and silent, a full glass of orange juice in her hand. Amaru looked up at her, wondering if she was now going to drink it in front of her. It took her aback to see her offer it to her.

"I'm sure you've felt miserable, and while I could perhaps ask that you forgive Yakumo for being so childish, it was a horrible mistake for someone like me to be silent when she said what she said to you. I'm sorry."

It was a genuine apology, one that caused Amaru's heart to flutter ever so slightly. Was she really warming up to her?

"Thank you, ma'am." She accepted the glass with two hands. Etiquette was something Shinno had taught her quite fastidiously - perhaps the only thing she could thank him for doing.

"Uroko's fine." she sat next to her on the divan. "How old are you, Amaru?"

"18, Ma'- Uroko."

"18. My, all four of you are 18!"

"Four? I'm sorry ma - Uroko - but, aren't there just three?"

"Ah yes, three," she softly chuckled, "my bad." It was inappropriate to talk about the fourth child of hers, one that lived inside another.

"Is Naruto - the oldest?'

"Yakumo is, actually. She was born in May. Naruto was born in October."

"Oh, well, I was born in February."

"Oh! So you're now the oldest!"

"Well, yes." she courteously nodded.

"It's an age wherein you're prone to many stresses, as I'm sure you've noticed."

Amaru nodded.

"Some of them arise from within you - feelings like passion, rebelliousness - love.."

She didn't know where the conversation was headed, but the feeling of awkwardness had begun to gently creep in her.

"- and some, because of other things. Things you can't help."

Amaru nodded again.

"I heard about your uncle and what he did to you. I'm sorry about that. It would've caused a great deal of agony."

"Thank you, Uroko. I accept that."

"You're related to Naruto, it would seem?"

Amaru looked down. It was difficult to meet her eyes - that same morbid inability had haunted her at the dining table earlier. The oppressive feeling of contempt they had toward a relative who'd just turned up.

"I'm sorry if I unsettled you there - my intent wasn't to do that."

"It's alright." she softly said.

"I wanted to assure you - that if you are indeed related to Naruto, then this is your family, and you should view us all as such."

She looked at her, the surprise concealing her dubiousness. But she could only feel sincerity reflected in her gaze.

"It must be hard knowing you've been used - and at this age, when your mind is plagued by so many other troubles. I intend on making life better for you as matriarch of our small, yet beautiful home."

The house was anything but small, at least relative to the average house in Konoha, but she nodded in acceptance.

"So how about you and I do some bonding, then?" she smiled invitingly.

It brought back a memory of her childhood. A book, innocuously called "Rules for Good Wives". Unaki had shrugged the title off as a misprint, but emphasized to her the importance of learning everything. He was, back then, a man she was ready to die for. And "bonding" had featured in the latter half - specifically in the part on child rearing.

Bonding was any activity between parent and child meant to bolster mutual trust and fraternity. And at this point, she wanted to bond just as much as she possibly could with anyone.

She politely smiled, her elation causing her grin to widen more than she'd have liked it to. "I'd love to, Uroko."

It was here - the denouement of their passionate love, done no less adjacent to a massive bush on the warm, grassy Earth. He let go of the fistful of her red hair he'd clutched, the zap of life causing the splutter of seed into her embracing cave, and the overwhelming sense of euphoria following it. He momentously regaled at the sight of her wide bottom, neatly sandwiching his penis between those chunks of soft flesh.

Carefree and thoroughly satisfied, he slumped atop her, causing them both to fall onto the grass.

"Hey-" she protested.

"Come now, let's lie down like this for a while."

He slipped his fingers through hers, his palm clasping the back of her hand. It was exciting - those moments they'd spent like two beasts in heat, professing their desires through moans and sighs in open seclusion.

"We should do this more often." he suggested as he got off her. Thankfully, the lack of humidity had prevented much of her attire from getting soiled. She shook the grit off, tying her hair in her idiosyncratic ponytail.

"We're not done yet, are we?"

"Sex?" he asked, beaming. "You mean we can go at it again, here?"

"We can go at it again, alright." she tied her kimono around herself. "But our date has just begun, and I'd hate to spend it here, fucking like thieves."

"That's probably a new sentence. I quite like it." he helped her up to her feet.

"Let's eat something." she grabbed his arm, slipping hers underneath.

"We ate breakfast - didn't we?"

She frowned. "What a hopeless romantic you are - on a date, you should never refuse a meal with a lady!"

He grinned. "So long as you're paying.."

Yakumo shook her head as she led the way.

They were in luck. Adjacent to the east gate of the park was a rather bustling eatery, with meals selling like hot cakes and a sizable number of patrons. The inviting aroma of toasted tamago sando and boiled dashi broth decorated the air. Some chose to sit outside, while the larger interior seemed to be packed with people.

"Isn't this place really old?" Naruto found the restaurant quite familiar.

"It's been here for over 30 years." Yakumo affirmed. "Bento - it's a nice name for a place like this."

But as they neared it, it became quickly apparent that the place was hardly as nice as its name.

The first sign was the lull in the noise, and the rudely discrete stares affixed on them by the people. They were particularly interested in the way they were holding each other, in response to which Yakumo abruptly dropped her arm.

"They're siblings, aren't they?" one pretended to whisper, knowing full well their voice could be heard.

"She was just holding his hand!"

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"To think these people would come here."

"Ungrateful."

7 deep breaths. He doubted if he could make do with just 7 - so furiously his blood boiled. Thankfully, Yakumo had wrested the door open, ushering them into what was arguably a less friendly environment.

Everyone looked at them with varied expressions, but the average emotion was shock - disdainful for most, fearful for some. But it was evident that the guests who'd walked in were not welcome.

"It's the Kuramas!" a noisy old man, presumably the owner, raised his arms. "Oh, how pleasant it is to find you here. Perhaps it is a visit to gloat over that time you put me out of business?"

"What's he talking about?" Naruto asked. Yakumo's gaze was unflinching, and after noticing her clenched fist, he decided it best to keep quiet.

"Why, please make yourself at home - let me bring you something," he continued with his dramatic gesticulation and sarcastic tone, "something special, just for the kind guests who I so deeply adore!"

"Take a seat." Yakumo commanded. For a moment, he was afraid that her anger would cause her to change - change so much, the identity of Ido would be revealed to everyone there for the first time. He couldn't bear to think of it.

Dragging himself a chair from underneath a table for two, he patiently met the frowns that were tossed at them. He noticed, in particular, the gaze of the village elders. The people who'd done nothing but make his life worse.

"Those farts are here, I see." Yakumo softly spoke.

"I suppose they got "intel" from the ANBU that we were coming here." he mocked them.

"Righto, here you go," the man had returned, two menus in his hand. "Look here everyone! I forgive them, I really do. Such innocent kids, aren't they?" Yakumo looked furious enough to break his ribs when he patted her head, but thankfully she restrained themselves. "What can we say about their parents though, such horrendous monsters! A witch for a mother - and a damn conspirator for a father. How lovely." he bowed. "Please, sir and madam, let this kind man know what you'd like to have. And please do not be so ungrateful as to get me arrested for the petty crime of serving you food that doesn't appeal to you."

"That's it!" Yakumo snapped. At once, the sounds that had seemingly burgeoned disappeared. The old man looked at her with amusement. Naruto was shocked - he couldn't allow Ido to appear.

"All of you …. are such pathetic losers!" making the seals of the tiger and rat in an instant, she immediately released a massive surge of energy.

It was not just chakra - it was a blanket of genjutsu. Yakumo was blessed with the strongest genjutsu in the village, and she could even give it a form - an intangible existence. She had taken care so as to avoid him, but he could notice how fascinatingly strong it was, just in the reactions of the people around them. They had all frozen - they simply couldn't react.

"How far did you go."

"This entire restaurant."

"And - why exactly aren't they falling down?" he wondered.

"I call it oblivion. They're caught in a time dilation that will prevent them from being aware of anything at all - how do you like it?" she smiled.

He was so proud of his sister. In a blink of an eye, she'd overcome all that negativity with her brutal strength.

"So, I can just," he waved his hand around one man's face, his eyes eerily fixed on his, "do this and this dude will not know?"

"Not until I dispel the genjutsu."

"Wow." he nodded.

It took them a few moments to realize that precisely because of the genjutsu, they weren't going to have food to eat.

"Well, what next?" he laughed.

Yakumo was thinking, the grin on her face indicating something out of the ordinary forming in her mind. He looked at her, bemused.

"Why don't we have some fun here?"

He chuckled, though he wasn't quite sure of what she meant. "S-Sex?"

"That and - we get to turn this place upside down!"

"No - I mean, why? We'll get in trouble!"

"There's a way out! I'll just," she shrugged, "erase everyone's memories of us ever being here."

"You can - do that?"

"Come on, Naruto - you surely didn't think only you'd become stronger over these years?"

They got back to undressing what they'd undone not too long ago, this time smothering each other with intense kisses. Clumsily walking backwards, she got to unbuttoning his shirt sooner than he had begun untying the red obijime. Letting the kimono fall in halves, he held her face close to his, ravaging her mouth with his relentless lips and tongue. They planted them together, his lips clasping onto her lower one, tugging at it ever so slightly before releasing it. Slowly rocking her body back and forth, she sat on a table, mindless of the frozen clientele behind them, pruriently lapping at the brim of his mouth with her tongue as he ran his hands through her breasts.

There was no need to prime each other anymore. He hurriedly undid his pants, tossing his shirt away as he stood in his birthday suit, silently appreciating her elaborate display and tender fastidiousness in undoing all that clothed her. She flung her panties away, taking aim right at Homura's head.

"Wouldn't he be a happy man today.." he remarked as he spread her legs apart. Yakumo had taken the liberty of clearing the table, shabbily sliding the dishes and cutlery left and right.

"I bet he secretly fantasizes about girls 60 years younger than him." she attacked viciously. "But who cares about him?"

"Who indeed." he agreed, slowly sliding inside her, her left leg resting on his shoulder while her right leg lay lazily outside the table. She grabbed the lower end of the table, breasts rocking in synchrony with the slams of his engorged testicles against her pussy. He picked the pace, pushing in harder and faster in between her open legs.

"Want me to give it harder?" he asked, never ceasing his pounding. She nodded, much too overwhelmed by his brute strength. She saw him rest his left foot atop the table, an excited grin marking her face as he readjusted his position, promising inadvertently to bang her even harder. It wasn't like her to like extremely rough sex, but the thought of doing it right under the noses of people who she loathed made it all the more erotic.

He wasn't one to go slow, as she found out soon enough. Firmly holding onto the sides of the table, she was pounded with merciless intent, the vigorous, robust spurt of force taking her by surprise. The table, only so sturdy, rocked wildly as he passionately fucked her in the (literal and metaphoric) heat of the moment.

"Don't cum yet." she cautioned him. He nodded, wincing as he tried to keep the impending climax in check. Pulling out, he let her lead him toward the large glass walls looking out at the deserted street.

"Woah.." he remarked, "I didn't know you had an exhibitionist side."

"I'm super excited." she explained. "Besides, who's going to see us?"

Re-entering her from behind, she bent forward, holding onto her knees as Naruto got into rhythm. He held onto her waist, gradually increasing his pace. She was indeed right about being excited - even he was getting turned on just by looking out at all the unsuspecting eaters. Some hadn't yet taken their eyes off them when the genjutsu had been established, making the sex quite unsettling (yet equally tantalizing) to have.

"Doesn't it turn you on?" she asked, turning around. His hands moved up to her breasts, and she rose, her body stabilizing itself vertically, allowing him to probe deeper.

"This is incredible.." he moaned. Their fused bodies moved in their erotic bayonet drill, his pushes never ceasing. He brought her up a little more, so much that they were both standing, bare naked, basking in the uncensored display of their love to a (frozen) populace. In fact, he didn't know if he would've felt any less euphoric had someone eventually revived - the idea of making love to the woman he loved, right in front of so many cruel people who detested them, felt like standing on top of the world.

Yakumo was evidently feeling it too. Only in her most passionate moments would she be moaning so wildly and rocking her hips so wonderfully slowly, somehow making his quick thrusts into her all the more gratifying.

"We're out in the open, Yakumo." he whispered, his hand slipping down to her pussy. She placed her hand on his, the charged moans turning out louder as he fingered her clitoris.

"Yeah, give it to me!" she pleaded as he pushed her forward, fusing her with the glass window, obscenely pushing her breasts up against the rigid surface. They both knew the genjutsu was only effecting on the people who'd been there at first - and if anyone were to emerge on the streets, for their visual enjoyment they would have found the both of them, fucking like rabbits in heat, separated by but a clear window.

"I'm close - ugh.." he whimpered, holding her head below as he proceeded to perform the final act. Placing her hands on the window, she granted him the titillating view of her body arched invitingly before him, her face turned slightly to the side so she could look back at him. He gratefully grasped her waist, spiking her with a renewed vigor. Holding onto her hair, he banged her for the next few moments with his eyes shut - so trivially he deemed the chances of someone appearing before them, or maybe he just didn't care - letting the sights of a million imaginary pairs of eyes soak their love in as the climax hit him right in the peak of his moment.

Holding onto her arms, she pulled him in back, the pulses of his penis obscured by the rounded musculature of her buttocks, the acceptance of love deep inside of her perhaps only overshadowed by the more evident acceptance of love above, as they kissed each other in the wake of one of the most glorious times they'd ever had sex.

It was quickly evident to Amaru that the Kurama family had a radically different idea of "bonding" when Uroko showed her the massage table.

"Oh, is this for me?" she asked, puzzled.

"Of course! You can take your clothes off."

"My clothes -?" she was surprised.

"Well, there's nobody here except me, another woman." Uroko smiled brightly. "You don't have to worry, we have massages like this all the time heretime in here."

"Well, I see.." Amaru's cheeks were a shallow red as she unzipped her vest and took off her gi. She was stunned to see Uroko remove her own clothes, scantily dressed as she had been, they were off in a jiffy. She was bare naked before her.

"Is this some sort of nude massage?" Amaru asked, only half-serious. Uroko nodding only made her more confused.

"Oh please," Uroko noticed the look on her face. "You don't have to be so uptight. This is your home, and I thought I asked you to think of me as your mom?" she looked down at Amaru's body. "And, you have an incredible body."

Amaru apprehensively took her panties off, her only assurance being the fact that she couldn't sense anyone but another women in her vicinity.

"Woah, would you look at that ass!" Uroko playfully hit it softly. "That's quite the butt you've got."

"Uh- thanks?" she replied.

Amaru almost yelped when she felt Uroko's hands around her, feeling her breasts. Her body felt warm.

"Look, I want you to relax. This is a massage, not a physical evaluation. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you - I'm Naruto's mom, so you don't think I'd do something like that, would you?"

Amaru shook her head.

"Today, my girl, we're going to connect." she stepped forward, motioning her to lie flat on the cloth that was draped over the table. "This bonding will be nothing like you've ever experienced."

She didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

He felt like a buffet spread, 4 still heads guarding him on either side. If it weren't for Yakumo blowing him off, he didn't feel all too comfortable. But she was indeed sucking his schlong off, a fitting reward after their crazed sex, and he was indeed getting driven crazy, especially given how unreal it felt getting head while lying flat.

Curving his neck slightly, he got to see her focused face, her hair tucked to one side as she swung up and down, her mastery of blowjobs something he had yet to comprehend, or find a parallel to. Of all the ladies of the Kurama household, her mouth held the mightiest promise of the best blowjob ever. He held onto a few strands of her hair, finding as much pleasure in seeing her bobbing head as in feeling the things it did, obscured by her open lips.

"God.." he heard himself moan as she flicked her tongue back and forth on his engorged crown, a sultry glance mocking him, coercing him to come. Like an ice lolly on a hot day, she swung down on it, her cheeks sheathing it as they rose and fell on his penis. She could feel his balls twitch in mad anticipation, proceeding to tease him with her deft fingers and her tongue planted on the meatus.

He noticed the shade on the hairs he'd clutched, intrigued by how soon something he'd foretold was coming his way. He moved himself up, holding her head as she danced her tongue in a trill-like motion, her staccatoed warmth drawing from its tip a spring of semen, shooting up and spreading out in all directions. She continued to lick at it, her tongue quick to enjoy the glazing on his treat of a dick. He moaned gratefully as she lapped the rest of his baby batter whilst having his shaft fully enclosed in her smallish, yet delightfully fuzzy mouth. The subtle motion of deglutition conveyed to him the fact that she had - as always - swallowed it all.

Looking up at him with a fiendishly seductive smirk, Megumi seemed poised to have to herself all that Yakumo had had all along.

"Here I was wondering when you'd finally show up." he let go of her head as she rose.

"Well, I couldn't let Yakumo have all the fun." she replied, smiling as she tucked herself into a gentle, soft kiss. "I want you to fuck my brains out, I'm that horny." she whispered.

"You can have your fucking," he replied with as much relish and mischief, "and a lot more to go with it." he bit her lip playfully, eliciting a smile from her pretty face. "But," he moved her aside, "it seems that having that much sex in a restaurant has made me famished."

"Aw come on," she pouted.

"I know you're hungry too." he winked.

"I know!" she clapped her hands. "Let's have an all-you-can eat, in theon the house of course!"

"I'm hungry enough for that, he slipped his underpants on, "but I don't think we can afford it."

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, "why do you care about paying? These fucks started it."

"Doesn't mean we settle it like them. We are better than that."

"It's only because it's you that I'm not differing." she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Honestly, you should stop being such a model kid."

He chuckled good-naturedly. "You're too sweet."

"The tamagoyaki here is really good." she nodded appreciatively as she chewed on the warm omelette.

"Right? For such good food this place really has an awful lot of people."

"We really don't need to pay them, though."

"We do," he insisted.

They'd decided to eat right in the kitchen, helping themselves to the plates of warm food that had been prepared for service. Just as the rest of the restaurant, the few cooks in the kitchen (and a server who'd just stepped in) were all completely still.

"What do we do next?" Ido smiled.

"I don't know." He openedhe opened the fridge to take a frozen fruit platter. "You said you wanted to fuck?"

"Well, that would be boring on its own. We should have more fun with these people."

"What do you have in mind?" Naruto smiled as he asked, patiently suppressing his imagination from trying to think of what the cheeky grin on Megumi's face hid.

Uroko unscrewed the lid off the flask of oil, the aromatic vapors gently diffusing out. Pouring herself a handful, she rubbed her palms together before gently anointing Amaru's shoulders. Tenderly pressing the sides of her neck, she then proceeded to slide her flattened palms up and down her shoulders, pressing in softly before repeating the slow, tender rhythm, She then expanded as far as her arms, softly stroking them before promptly returning back to her platysma.

The flowery smell of the oil lingered in her nostrils as she felt her soothing fingers gently squeeze contentment out of her flesh, causing her to slightly drift.

"How is it?" Uroko asked. Amaru had unconsciously begun smiling, so relaxing were Uroko's hands.

"It's very good, ma'am."

"Uroko." she softly corrected her. She continued to drift up and down, her magical fingers pressing with just the right amount of force, and at just the right stops. Somehow, the faint scent seemed to mix just perfectly with her soothing massage. She felt it cloud her thoughts and overpower her - but never did it make her feel uncomfortable. If anything, it made her feel more comfortable. She was drifting off - carefree, just like how she felt when she first met Naruto.

Her hands had made their way onto her breasts. She poured a little oil carefully onto them, spreading the viscous fluid with her fingers. Caressing her mounds, she proceeded to delicately press upwards unto the apices, her delicate squeezes resembling the pumping of milk for breastfeeding. Amaru sighed softly as she continued to massage her tits, occasionally twirling her nipples with a lone finger. She felt more oil pour above her sternum, and Uroko gently press the area between her breasts, before returning to take care of them.

Amaru found the oil to be particularly strange. It wasn't like regular oil - for some reason, her skin seemed to react to the oil on it, and it even appeared to visibly contort her chakra. She also found it intensely relaxing, though she couldn't clarify if it was Uroko's hands that were responsible for the same. Each touch seemed to add on to the effect, and she felt herself gradually lose all inhibitions and feel really, really sleepy.

"Are you alright?"

Amaru nodded slowly. "Yes, Uroko."

Uroko decided against leaving it to chance. Pouring some more oil, she gently moved down to her waist before rubbing her gleaming breasts again. She let the oil sink in, massaging her collarbone for a few moments.

Chakra was an abstract manifestation. This was the way things were for regular shinobi. Very few shinobi had mastered giving chakra a form - and even fewer could condense it to a liquid state. Naruto, for one, with his glimmering yellow cloak of fluid chakra could masterfully condense his enormous reserves into a dense liquid state. Of course, it could only be achieved by ninja who had massive amounts of chakra - the very act of condensing chakra was a chakra-consuming process. The divine fruit went even further - it condensed chakra to a solid state, something unimaginable in human terms.

But there were ways of getting over the difficulty of giving physical form to chakra - such as the oil she was using. She could precisely understand that Amaru's relaxed countenance and her sleepy, shut eyes weren't mere symptoms of tiredness or even relaxation - she was in a deep genjutsu, capable of perceiving nothing of the outside world but Uroko's questions to her.

She let more chakra diffuse out of her fingertips as she continued to massage her. From the way it was looking, Amaru had already fallen quite deeply into the genjutsu.

Immoral as it was to have done so under the guise of an innocuous massage, Uroko knew she needed answers. A golden rule of shinobi like her, often tasked with leading teams on dangerous missions, was that no effort was too significant or dangerous for the completion of the objective.

As Uroko strode over to Amaru's side, climbing atop the massage table, she knew how important the objective was to her. She wanted - no, needed - to know what had transpired between Amaru and Naruto. Given the complex nature of their relationship, it was clear that the village had political interests to unite them. She knew they'd had sex, and she wasn't mad about that - she was mad that it had happened so abruptly, and to her son who she knew wasn't a playboy, even if his exploits during the battle could well have made one of him.

"Now, I need you to answer my questions clearly and truthfully. Is that alright?"

"Yes, Uroko." Amaru answered in an entranced voice.

"Excellent." Uroko smiled as she scooped some oil onto her palm before rubbing them together. She climbed over Amaru, facing the other way. Positioned as a "9" over her "6", she moved down, her hands gently massaging the sides of her vulva. She pressed both sides of flesh together, her fingers slowly moving closer and closer. She radiated her fingers over her labia, before straightening them and using her palm to gently stroke over her mons and labia.

Amaru's soft exhalations, sometimes flavored by high moans, affirmed to her how well she was turning Amaru on.

"Amaru, tell me why you came to the village."

"I - was here for the conference." she continued speaking, though her words were interluded by frequent gasps and the occasional moan.

"What were you doing in the conference?" she increased her pace, occasionally fingering her. The action caused her pelvis to instinctively flex, raising her legs slightly.

"I - ahh - I was here for - learning from the village experts - hah - and to share knowledge regarding herbal medicine."

Uroko went in deeper, this time bending two fingers inside. Amaru's legs tensed and she began to moan harder this time.

"And you learnt a lot?"

"Yes.."

Uroko turned around to face Amaru. Her induced tranquility didn't deprive her face of beauty. Uroko brought herself close to her, pressing her lips onto hers. Amaru's lips were slow to respond, though that could well have been due to her inebriation by the genjutsu. She tucked her breasts close to hers, rubbing them against Amaru's smaller (though by not too much) teats. She moved up and down, also stimulating herself in the process.

"And what about yesterday? What happened yesterday?"

"I was summoned to - the Hokage's office. They had arrested - him - that devil." her lips pursed viciously, "Shinno... and," she seemed to lighten up because of this, "I was told I was related to Naruto."

"Indeed." Uroko straddled her waist, sitting atop her cushiony thighs. "And what did you feel then?"

"I felt a lot better..."

"Now, let's move on to your encounter. What happened?"

Amaru paused a bit before speaking. "I was preparing the drug. He wasn't impolite, but he wasn't replying to my questions coherently. Maybe - a bit tired. Th-then, he snuck up on me, shoving his dick into my - butt..."

Uroko found her hands pressedpress onto Amaru's breasts more tightly than she'd have liked. She was shaken - Naruto had jumped Amaru?

"Do you think he did it when he was conscious?"

"No.. I'm sure he wasn't."

"Really?" Uroko felt her tempers flare, causing her to struggle to maintain her composure. Knowing full well that through the oil she could manipulate Amaru's chakra flow, thereby inducing a genjutsu in her, she also knew that sudden changes to her own chakra could result in Amaru snapping out of the genjutsu.

"He was administered - an aphrodisiac... by the nurse that came before me."

Amaru slightly winced as Uroko's grip tightened. Her fingers trembled with rage as Uroko seethed. It seemed to stir Amaru up a bit.

Deep breaths. 1 through 7. She stopped at 3.

Uroko softly exhaled as she continued. "Then what happened?"

"He was very apologetic - for he ended up getting an assjob from my rear end... but - it was alright. I did not mind... I liked him."

Uroko nodded. Her hands returned to the lower regions, specifically her waist.

"And?"

"And we ate lunch - he is so warm. I opened my heart to him. He was - kind..."

"Indeed." Uroko bent forward, this time aiming for her nipples. She flicked her tongue up and down, right across the pointed apex, causing Amaru to flinch and sigh.

"Then what happened."

"The - gymnasium... for physical tests. He cleared them all. And - I was still not over our brief tryst - we had sex again..."

"Was he intoxicated?" she narrowed her lips before widening them again, sucking at her udder.

"He still had some - after-effects... his penis hadn't fully calmed... but I think he wanted me… he desired me -"

Uroko smiled. "And do you love him?"

"Yes - deeply.."

It was the truth, for Amaru had forgotten how to lie under the deep, illusory state created for her.

Uroko didn't despise the idea of Naruto having a lover that wasn't in his own family - perhaps it made her a little jealous, but she was mature enough to not take that personally. She also didn't despise Amaru - she was quite a polite girl, much like Naruto - and quite unlike Yakumo and Ido, who were fierce and passionate. But what really intrigued her was the aphrodisiac. The village had acted so soon!

"Do you recall the nurse who gave Naruto the aphrodisiac?"

"She - she was in the Ancillary Medical Unit - and I do not recall her name... but she had hair dyed blue."

Yakumo could identify the nurse - but the fact that she was in the AMU did confirm her suspicions. The Ancillary Medical Unit was the oldest corps of medics in the village, one that was known for being outside the control of the Hokage due to laws of a bygone era, when the Hokage was kept away from subtler things like healthcare and village welfare and entrusted with defense and attack.

"How was Naruto - I mean sexually." Uroko grinned as she saw a fresh blush appear on Amaru's face.

"Really - good... he gave me everything I wanted."

"Really?" Uroko got off the table, reaching underneath for her prized instruments. Finding her strap-on, she looked down at Amaru's body with lustful intent. The interrogation was over - it was time for a break.

"Awhhhh... yes, yes, yes YES!" she moaned, desperately clutching onto Naruto's head and pulling him closer.

"nnnGHH.. . ahhhh!".

Her squeals and gasps awakened an almost bestial urge to breed in him, causing him to grip her buttcheeks tighter and lunge harder into her. Her feet lazily bobbed up and down as he continued to thrust into her as she reclined upon him in mid-air, her legs hanging over his strong arms, and her arms fastened around his neck.

The restaurant was bustling again, little thanks to the customers themselves - they were still in that powerful genjutsu. Instead, about a dozen clones of Naruto, all stark naked and horny, were jerking off to the lascivious scene playing out in the middle of the place, right in front of their eyes.

Ido had playfully suggested this - with a twist. Those clones were aiming for the plates with their cumshots. Immature, but intensely erotic.

She looked down at him, eyes lit gleefully. "How is it?"

He shook his head. "Unbelievable."

She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as his balls smashed against her vulva in sensuous harmony. As he hammered his rod into her, the squelches became wetter and hotter.

"God...FUCK! You're gonna make me cum!"

He continued pounding into her, deciding to override the desire to lengthen his duration by slowing down. He could not hold it in for long.

"Put me down!" she begged, and he let her walk over to the elders' table and proudly hold her butt up for him.

"Don't you dare to fuck me slow. I want it as rough as you can give it to me."

"Ughh" groaned a clone, and he turned around to find it shoot a heavy load of jelly-like cum onto a slab of tofu. He raised his eyes to the heavens in blissful contentment immediately before he vaporized, a relieved grin on his face.

"Looks like he enjoyed it very much."

"He did." Naruto grinned. "In fact, I could add a few more clones -"

"No.. not too many." she interjected insecurely. "I can't bear seeing too many."

"You sure? I mean, they won't be fucking you. I just - like to watch my clones toss off, looking at me have sex with you."

"Me specifically?"

"You have such a lewd mouth. It's super erotic while having sex - though not so much when we're not."

She burst out laughing. "Well, go on then. You really are a cruel master to them though, forcing them to watch."

"We are all one and the same." he explained as he examined her butt, giving it a little shake as he spread them apart. "They're like fragments of my imagination, only tangible."

He whipped the signature hand seal out, bringing out a dozen more clones. They obediently spread out, eyes soaking in every detail of their sexual act.

She stretched her arms out anticipatedly, right in the middle of the old couple. They'd been frozen whilst looking at Yakumo and Naruto, and the old man's eyes were (roughly and) coincidentally affixed at Ido.

"What's that, you geezer? You want some of this?" she playfully bounced her breasts in her hands. "I'm sorry," she fawned an apologetic voice, "this bitch has been claimed by a cock that's 10 times your size." She touched his nose provocatively. "But, I'm kind enough to let you wat- aHH!." she squealed out suddenly as Naruto entered her. He slowly shimmied in all of his dick, before gently (and partially) moving out.

"AH!" Amaru moaned out as Uroko thrust the dildo into her ass. Opaque as her mind was, Uroko's genjutsu had made her almost thrice as sensitive as she was usually.

"How do you like that, baby?" Uroko asked as she raised Amaru's ass up, revealing her drenched pussy. She'd been made to lie flat on her front, an 8 inch dildo sticking into her butt.

"Very - hot.." she whimpered as Uroko thrust the dildo in deeper, twisting it inside her tight cavern as she dug it.

"I bet you'll like this - too." she clasped the strapon around her waist, lubricating the dildo with the magic oil before grabbing her thighs. One of her favorite things about sex with other girls was the feeling of control she got when she could observe her partner's back, watching them tense in anticipation for her (artificial) cock to plunge into them.

"Oh!" she gave out a high-pitched squeal as her second back hole as claimed by Uroko's strapon dildo.

"Now, tell me how you feel." Uroko grinned as she rocked her hips whilst clutching the dildo with a commanding sneer.

"Please.. don't stop.." Amaru begged.

"You got it, sweetie." Uroko grinned as she continued to push harder, greater strength slowly filling her thrusts. She wasn't touching herself, nor was she getting touched - but it sure was a massive turn-on to see Amaru's feet squirm and her quivering lips let out such lewd, staccatoed noises every now and then.

"I want you to tell me about Naruto..." Uroko bit her lip as she clutched the dildo, shunting it deeper. "Did he go as deep as this into your asshole?"

Amaru nodded. "Maybe a bit more, but his was.. wider and stronger."

Naruto's penis was indeed as thick as it was well endowed, and as far as strength was concerned, she had no qualms about her son's ability to fuck the brains out a woman.

"And what about your cunt.. did he venture there?" her fingers circled the walls of her orifice in synchrony.

"He took them both.. with those clones."

Ah, the clones, she thought. One of the most potent tools he had in bed.

"And what about you?" Uroko pulled the dildo out of her ass, her hands creeping up onto her breasts. "Were you moaning like a bitch in ecstasy?"

Amaru nodded, but she was silent. It was clear that the word "bitch" wasn't something her tastefully educated self could muster uttering.

How cute. Uroko smiled as her fingers circled around Amaru's opened lips, sometimes entering her mouth. "I bet you were screaming, begging him desperately to plow you hard."

Yet again she nodded. "I wanted him to take me. I didn't care if it was brutal - I loved him so."

Uroko spun Amaru round, holding her by the shoulders as she turned her on her side, her tranquilized body plumping effortlessly onto the table. Savoring the sight of her wet, eager body, she tossed the strapon away before lifting her leg up and pushing her pelvis against hers. She placed her right leg atop Amaru's left, holding Amaru's right up high before riding atop her.

"Ahh ... yeahh.." Amaru moaned as Uroko scissored her, the latter's tongue tickling the sole of her feet. Their frottage was intensely arousing, not just for Amaru (as evidenced by those frequent gasps and shudders) but also for Uroko, who'd probably only felt so good with Uroko. Slapping Amaru's rotund ass, she saw Amaru subconsciously turn, the instinctive move made to turn her on even more. Her mind truly was intensely excited.

"God... ahhh! AHH!" Amaru squirmed as she Uroko tribbed her feverishly, her majestic body waving delicately as their vulvae rubbed.

"I'm close ..." Amaru's eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as Uroko unforgivingly rode her. Letting go of the leg, Uroko quickly moved down south. Amaru's legs tensed ecstatically as Uroko glossed her tongue over her labia, before rubbing her vulva rapidly. Her high pitched shriek was, as Uroko knew from experience, a prelude to an orgasm - and considering how desperate her voice sounded, it sure promised to be a big one.

"MMmm.. oh god.. I'm gonna - AHH! Here it comes!" Amaru squealed, her legs shivering as a fountain of ejaculate emerged from within her pussy. Uroko hummed raunchily, her tongue lapping at the flushed, juicy Skene gland as Amaru squirted copiously. "Hahhh!" she moaned with the flourish of a finale as Uroko looked up at Amaru, heavily breathing as the excitement drained out gradually from her aroused body.

"Wow," she whispered as she grabbed a towel to wipe her face dry. It really was the most she'd seen get squirted out.

"Ahh... oooh... ahhh.. mmm..." wailed Ido, as they neared the finale on their end at the eatery. The room was much noisier than before, with the clones' moans (pitched lower than Ido's, who loved to make noise while having sex) appearing more frequently, and resonating more loudly.

"It's here, baby." he foretold, kissing her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.."

"I want it to be rough, just fucking obliterate me already."

"Mhm.." he gasped, drawing in for a kiss as he held her hair. She was standing against the window, naked while also being fucked - the genjutsu had let them get as daring as they'd ever dared to get.

She moaned as her hands instinctively held onto his throbbing buttocks, the expression on her face mirroring his - it was one of impatience, tempered by the lust they were consumed by.

"Ahh.." he whispered as he held her butt, provoking her to raise her left leg and allow him to hold onto it. This was it - a few thrusts were all he could bear. The nearer that orgasm came, the harder his thrusts became, and the more absorbed in the body of the beautiful woman in front of him he was.

"It's here!" he remarked, the feeling catching him abruptly in the midst of a kiss. She immediately dropped to her knees, urging him to take her from behind.

"I want you to inseminate me."

An unusual request from her, but Naruto wasn't going to probe it any further. The massive load he'd built up had to be launched immediately. Bending down, he knelt behind her, entering her all-too-familiar crevice once again that day. Pulling her in by the waist, he pushed forth with brutal force, impaling her hard as her final gasps brought her closer, as they did him.

He put his head forward, meeting her lips as she stretched her neck back, her gorgeous body curved gracefully like a bow before him, hair bouncing off of her cushiony breasts. Her butt cheeks appeared to pulsate with each pounding.

"Now..!" he gasped, at a moment just before she bent forward, a tremor sending a shiver down her spine as she orgasmed, yelling his name out in brazen ecstasy. He plunged his penis terminally, his groan sounding like a roar as he sent a flood of sperms rushing inside her, bathing those warm, beating insides with equally warm, sticky semen.

He stood still for a moment, thoroughly sinking in the heavenly feeling. She lay before him, as gratified as he was - for in his body she'd found satisfaction, and in hers he had too. He sat back, the meaty plug pulling out little baby batter - so deep and hard he fired that cream into her.

"Wow..." she rose again, touching her pussy tenderly. "I can feel it all the way up, even after you took it out."

He crawled forward, kissing her. "That was probably one of the best times I've had." he let her up.

"Having trouble?" he enquired a neighboring clone, as yet another one finished a creampie into a nearby half-filled glass of soda - the semen coating it like froth.

"I'm close.."

"My, imagine having clones that can't get off!" she joked, walking to it. "Here love, let me help you."

He looked around. Amid all the chaotic fun they'd had, switching meals, having sex under the noses of those people whilst making all the noise they could manage to make, displaying their love to all the world through the wide glass panels - and having his clones cum into everyone's food, a prank she'd insisted on having had done - not a single soul had taken notice. The place was empty yet again of evident life, what with all the clones having satisfactorily (and satisfiedly) done their tasks, with the exception, of course, of them both - and the lone clone who presently had finished right into her receiving mouth with a thankful moan.

"Your cum tastes exactly the same, even if it's a clone." she winked. "What is your secret?'

"It's all the same chakra." he grinned. "Not the same stamina, of course."

"You can say that again," she touched her abdomen. "Golly, it still feels like you're in me."

"Was I too rough?"

"Too rough?" she laughed, "you have got to be like this more often. Yakumo's such a softie."

"That brings me to a question," he searched the floor for his underpants, "why exactly did you ask me to "inseminate" you?"

"I was expecting that question." she tenderly lifted the panties from atop Homura's head. "The word "Yakumo" reminded you of it, didn't it?"

"It did." he admitted.

"Are you scared of bearing a child with her?"

"If she doesn't mind it - and she's the one who's got to go through the pregnancy and stuff - then I'd only welcome it. I mean, of course Uroko would have to help out, because we're both young."

Ido smiled. "Then you don't have to think too much of it. Just like Yakumo, I want to bear a child - though since we're sharing the same body, the child would be both of ours."

"Do you ever feel like - you wanted a child that's your own?"

She looked down, and he thought that smile had turned a little sad. "Well, we often want for things to happen - but some of those things always remain dreams. And besides," she looked at him, "it's not like I'm going to let our kid be a pushover like Yakumo."

He laughed. "You bet."

"Somehow." she touched her belly, "I felt like I was in love again when I said that. It sounds stupid, I know - and it probably was in the heat of the moment - but I felt so happy when you came to impregnate me. I don't know why, though."

He nodded. "Well, maybe it's that maternal instinct kicking in! I can already tell you'll be a great mom."

"Thanks!" she smiled genially as she slipped her bra back on.

He could tell, without even looking, that the transition back to Yakumo was setting in.

"Gosh," Yakumo held her forehead, "I think we may have overdone it."

"What do you mean?" he pulled his shirt down.

"The genjutsu." she playfully let her tongue out. "If it's put in for too long, some of these people could actually end up dead."

"For real?!"

"Their chakra is suspended, so if it is overdone, that could lead to blocks in their circulation. Though," she smirked, "I can't say that's a bad thing."

"Well make sure to end it soon." he urged her as he took a final look around, just to check if he'd forgotten his clothes somewhere. He'd never have expected to have done so in a restaurant, but, there he was.

"I will, silly." she held her hand out to him, and they walked out, holding hands, the life returning to the static environment close on their heels. And, in just moments, chaos erupted, as people found themselves drenched in water and something that smelt suspiciously similar to cum, whilst the owner came tumbling down a tower of two chairs (upon which he'd been precariously hoisted by an unwilling Naruto, courtesy of Ido's orders)

She heaved her down on the bed, sighing as she sat beside Amaru's dozen frame. She'd been knocked out, the intense experience having been far too pleasant for her liking.

Amaru was a nice girl, and Uroko knew it. They were wrong about a lot of things, and the poor child had had to face that stigma right from the start. But it also meant that there were other, more sinister forces conspiring against her son. And if there was one thing Uroko could simply not bear, it was someone trying to use her son.

She chose a bathrobe from the wardrobe, realizing a nice, warm shower was just what she needed, when the doorbell rang aloud.

"I'm coming!" she tied the robe around her as she hurried to attend the door. It turned out to be Anko.

"What a surprise!" she hugged her affably as the door shut behind them. "It has been a while since we last met."

"It has." Anko smiled. "I had just decided to drop in after shopping at the local market. You won't believe how expensive those dango have become."

"It probably has to do with the trade embargo we're placing on the Hidden Steam village. There's a special rice they use to make the sweet dumplings which is apparently only grown in their village."

"I bought you some fruit." she gave her a cover full of apples and oranges. "It's good stuff!"

"Hey, thanks! I hope it wasn't too much to carry?"

"Well, I can depend on these little fellas," she proudly showed a pair of snakes coiled around the two covers that appeared to have been in her grip. "You never know when ninjutsu can be of assistance."

Uroko laughed. "Well, do have a seat, I'll fix something up for you. Coffee or tea?"

"Neither." she declined. "I actually came here to discuss something with you. It has to do with - well - my disease."

Uroko nodded. "Do go on."

"Well, I had just gotten my chakra sample tests, whereby they determine how much the infection has spread, and Tsunade was telling me about this new thing they were researching about treating it with special chakra - in particular, senjutsu."

"Oh?"

"Apparently, if I get an infusion of sage chakra, I can hope to live for longer than a week."

"Wait," Uroko started, "a week?! How the hell did that happen?"

"It spread more than they could expect. It took me by surprise, too."

"Gosh." Uroko hugged her again. "I'm so sorry about everything, and you know, I just don't know what to do to help you out."

"Well that was the thing - do you think Naruto would mind? I mean, Tsunade said that sage chakra can do a lot of things, even restoring fertility in some cases. And he's basically a source of sage chakra."

"Absolutely." Uroko patted her shoulders. "Naruto would never say no to helping someone like you, who's been a friend of mine and an aunt to him."

"Thanks." Anko smiled, brushing a solitary tear away from her eyes.

"Hey, it's nothing to cry about!" Uroko hugged her yet again.

"I know, I know - it's just, so heartening to know that someone's got my back."

"But honestly, I did not know that sage jutsu could do so much."

"It's basically a "fountain of youth" - a solution for most problems, at least."

"But restoring fertility? Like girl, you can't expect someone as old as I am to have my fertility restored, would you?" she asked, half-joking.

"Actually, it's perfectly fine. Besides, you only recently reached your menopause. Sage chakra could revitalize ovaries that were harvested over a century!"

"Oh..." Uroko raised her eyebrows.

Anko laughed. "It's such a miracle, honestly. And, thank you once more, Uroko. Just make sure that Naruto's under no pressure to help out - he can just donate it whenever he feels like..."

"He will do it as soon as possible." Uroko assured, though her mind wasn't fully occupied by the present. An interesting possibility had emerged.

As the door shut behind Anko, Uroko got thinking. Could she ask Naruto to make her fertile again?

The yearning for kids had been a centerpiece of her life, right from her marriage. Though she'd been blessed with a child (two, in fact), and had even adopted a son who she treated like her own child, the suddenness with which Murakumo disappeared from her life had created a void in her. They'd wanted one more - three happy children under the same house. And ever since that dreaded night when they heard of his death, she'd been pre-occupied with filling two pairs of shoes - even Murakumo's - as she raised her kids.

She touched her stomach, her heart fluttering as she realized her second chance. She looked up at a picture, hung on the wall. It was a picture of her, with Yakumo and Naruto (then very young children) sitting on her lap. How nice would it have ben to have had a third child in there?

And just as immediately, she saw Naruto's cherubic face, and realized how stupidly short-sighted she was.

Yes, they were indeed having sex. But how could she even think of having the son of her own son! The pleasures of their cohabitation had evidently deprived her of most inhibitions, and she chided herself as she walked back in, realizing how wrong her mind was.

There was no way she could make her son do that for her. That would be a betrayal, not just of Murakumo's memory, but of Naruto's life too - for used as she was to the sinful intimacy she shared with her son, a child would be too far out. No, that was wrong - just horribly wrong.

"You have been blessed with 2 kids." Uroko told herself softly. "That is all that you need."