Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: Please don't forget to add comments and reviews. I started writing Ch. 7 where the little princess is finally born! It might take me a while, but it is coming.
Warning: Lemons! Don't read if sensitive to sexual content.
In the deep wintery mountains, a group of men were digging through the snow. Some kids were tagging along, being the sons of the villagers who wanted nothing more than a ramble in the forests and some adventure.
Uchiha Sasuke, the town's tailor, and his son, Fugaku joined as well.
Fugaku was wearing winter boots, and his arms and legs were wrapped with bandage clothes. On his back was a strapped bow and arrow case.
He looked down loftily from the high vantage point the mountain was offering.
The soft rabbit fur lining of his hunter's hat covered half of his face, revealing softly glimmering grey eyes. His grey eyes widened as he watched a distant avalanche in the other mountains. He sniffed.
The pale fur flitted against his rosy red cheeks, and he squinted his eyes at the impact of the wind. For some reason, he looked angry. He usually looked somewhat angry, but this time, there was a hint of wiry strength and aggression in his slender, long limbs and a tautness in the way he clenched his jaw.
The plains below him looked dull, except for the shockingly bright white snow. The straws looked desiccated and lifeless.
The slanted rocky planes of the mountain were swathed with mist and fog, and their peaks were white.
Strands of soft, black hair that escaped the confines of his fur cap danced in the chilly wind. The beautiful boy continued looking down at everything with spite and contempt.
His stony focus on the nature before him broke as he heard his friend's voice, "Fugaku!"
He turned around and saw his best friend, Gunno, who is also seven years old.
Gunno breathed rapidly. The altitude of the mountains was even harder to deal with when it is dry and arid winter.
"Fugaku, you can't just go out on your own like that!"
Fugaku looked at his friend with a glum expression and stubbornly turned his face away.
Gunno looked at him and sighed.
He then asked, "Is it because of what said Jin about your dad? You know that he is always an annoying shit. He's just trying to rile you up."
His voice sounded cool and calm. "I know."
Fugaku's jaw clenched in a way that would cut ice. When the annoying shit Sora taunted him about his so-called emasculated and nerdy father, he just couldn't think of a smart comeback.
Fugaku never saw his father hunting before. All she saw his father do wascut fabric, chop firewood, eat, and sleep. He wasn't like the other dads who won drinking contests or wrestling matches.
Fugaku only convinced his unenthusiastic father to join the hunting game because he wanted to be with his friends too.
And it was his gentle mother's persuasion that finally got his father to join the other fathers, Fugaku wants to go so much. Just this once, anata.
So when his father just stood there, watching the others hunt in boredom, Fugaku told himself that he wasn't too disappointed. That he knew his dad would just stand back and do nothing. Sometimes, he wondered if his dad even cared about what others thought of him. Didn't he get mad when the adults mocked his profession?
Fugaku was too young to understand that beneath the adult men's insults lied disdain and jealousy. Uchiha owned one of the most economically stable and well known businesses in the village. His unprecedented success as a businessman and good looks attracted attention whether he liked it or not.
Even if Fugaku did understand, he wouldn't be able to shake off his embarrassment of his father's passive personality. In Fugaku's village, men were supposed to be loud and boisterous, not elusive and cold.
After watching the adults, including his father, in disappointment, Fugaku turned away from the group and tried to catch some game on his own.
What caused him to finally blush and run away in mortification was when some annoying kids teamed up with Sora to ask Fugaku why his dad wasn't doing anything.
'Fugaku's dad can't hunt a deer...because he acts like one!'
'He's more like a praying mantis with his needles!'
'I'm never going to be a boring adult like dad,' he told himself bitterly.
To prove that he's different from his sluggish, boring father, he's been trying to catch a rabbit, but he's been failing miserably too.
"Fugaku!"
Gunno's voice snapped him out of his brooding.
"Fugaku, let's get back! I was trying to tell you. The adults found a pack of deers!"
A grin of excitement spread over Fugaku's face, "Really?"
"Yeah!" Gunno yelled impatiently and turned around, " Hurry up, let's go!"
Fugaku leapt lightly on his feet and skidded across the steep icy terrains.
Some of the woody shrubs scraped across his face, but he was too excited to care. It's been a hour and a half since they started, but none of the adults got anything.
So when he saw his friend Gunno and heard the news, he got really excited.
One of the villagers pulled out an arrow that was buried deep into the frozen soil, and he dusted off the snow and ice from the steel tip with his calloused, fur covered hand.
The bearded man spat onto the snow with spite, "Another miss."
"Maybe we should go back," another man said forlornly.
Jin wailed, "Father~~"
When he saw Jin starting to scream, Fugaku glanced at him with a look of scorn. No matter how frustrated he is about not catching a prey, he'd never cry out loud. He hated it when boys his age or younger would scream and throw fits. Maybe, wipe a few manly tears with the back of his hand, but never cry that loud. If Jin had his father, he knew his father would kill him.
Pissed by his son's tantrums, Abe turned his frustrations at Sasuke.
Abe glared at him, "If somebody lent a hand, at least we would get a chipmunk."
Sasuke was crossing his arms in silence.
Angered, Abe raised his voice, "Oi, Uchiha! Do you have any input in this? All you've been doing is saying nothing while the rest of us were trying our best!"
Sasuke's jet black obsidian eyes slowly turned towards Abe and glared at him, "I told you that the animals won't be out in the plains. We have to head to the south where there are shades and narrow paths."
Abe's vein bulged in his throat, "But it's impossible to shoot arrows in the south! There are too many trees and it's too dark."
Others joined him, "Yeah, and there's no guarantee that we'll find anything even if we go to the south side!"
At their words, Sasuke coolly turned away, "You could always choose to rely on other things than your arrows. But if there are no animals, it's worthless."
He turned his back to the people, "Fugaku, let's go home."
Fugaku looked at his father, "Fa..father…" He never saw his father speak with such open contempt to the villagers. He was surprised. He knew his father could be pretty strict, but he always seemed to be in control of his emotions and thoughts. He never showed his emotions to people other than him and his mother.
"Ba!" Abe mocked, "See, he's all just talk! Fine! Go! We're good without a deadweight like you!"
Fugaku threw a cold look of scorn at the man over his shoulder and ran up to his father. They began walking away, side by side.
When Sasuke kept walking away, Abe threw his final insult, "What do you have, except for your pretty face and pretty hands?"
Fugaku started. Everyone knew that his father lost his left hand. It was a deliberate jab at his disability.
"Father?" Fugaku looked up at him uneasily. He couldn't read his expression. But he saw a delicate vein pulse in his jaw.
In a flash, his father pulled out an arrow from his s back.
He pushed away his dark cloak and drew out a long, heavy bow.
When Abe was satisfied and turned away, he heard something-'a whistle?'
But before he could process what it was, Abe barely turned his neck to evade the sharp object that flew across his nose.
When he saw where it went, all he could see was an elk from a yard away.
The long arrow was deeply embedded in the elk's stomach, and its hind legs were trembling in pain and shock. A pool of fresh crimson blood imbued the blanket of snow beneath its fur.
Fugaku could see its wet almond eyes, and he stood frozen, unable to do anything.
It happened all too sudden. Like a cackle of lightning.
While the other adults stood slack jawed, Sasuke tread through the deep snow and approached the trembling doe.
Abe collapsed on the snow, trembling as he processed how he was less than an inch away from losing his nose.
Ignoring others, Sasuke knelt down before the beast and pulled out a kunai from a leather strap around his right thigh. Then with a thunderous expression, he swiftly cut the suffering animal's lifeline.
"Fugaku!" Sasuke raised his voice sternly.
Fugaku started.
Then he rushed to his father, his feet digging deep into the snow at every step.
When he finally approached his side, Sasuke was already picking up the giant elk by its antlers.
His father handed him the bloodied arrow, "Clean it and put it back."
Still a bit shaken, Fugaku nodded dumbly and received the arrow. Then he cleaned it with a gauze he brought with him and placed the arrow back in his cylindrical case.
When Sasuke saw the elk shedding blood on the snow, he scowled.
"Tch," he clicked his tongue, " I ruined its coat." He murmured, in a voice loud enough for only Fugaku to hear. Fugaku was puzzled. His father was speaking as if he made a clear blunder.
Then dragging the elk over his shoulder, he nonchalantly passed the slack jawed and sweating men.
Then Abe screamed, "Are..are you crazy?"
"You almost had me killed! A-and, if you missed it, that elk would've horned us to death! Or stomp-!"
To add salt on the wound, Sasuke spoke in a polite, even amiable tone, "Well, I didn't miss it, did I?" But the contempt in his soothing voice was palpable. Those who listened could taste the saltiness of his contempt.
Abe gritted his teeth.
That night, Sasuke didn't go to his wife, and instead spent his hours in the storage hut. The storage hut was a small garage style space he built behind their house. in his solitude by the lamp lights installed above, Sasuke started scissoring through the fresh meat and fur.
The weight of his butcher knife went down on the meat. The slab of fur flipped over, revealing the ivory bone and red muscle.
In a flash, he saw his hand holding his sword kusanagi instead of the low grade butcher knife, the meat of the elk turning into men's.
His dark eyes looked down at his blood smeared hands and the elk meat passively. His stately profile continued staring at the blood soaked stainless metal table. His wild hair and sharp dark eyes, plump lips pressed together made him look half human, half cat in a strange, mysterious way.
Then his knife went down on the elk's leg, and the fur and the thin layer of fat neatly separated.
The scene changed again, and in his mind, he saw himself charging through men with swords, leaping with chilling mechanic grace and cutting through them until they fall like autumn leaves into their graves.
Leaves started to fall in front of his eyes as he stood in the middle of a red lake with his sword clutched in his hand.
The leaves then turned into his long dark locks and he bowed his head and rested his hands in the table, panting.
He rubbed his hand against his pale face. He bit his bottom lip as if he was going to cry like a little child.
He told himself that he should leave the rest of his work for tomorrow. He sighed and lifted his dark, tired eyes to the door.
He walked out of his hut and put on a lock and a seal that would freeze the dead elk.
He walked to a nearby water pump and started washing his blood soaked hands.
He splashed some water onto his face. Drops of water fell across the curve of his nose and chin. He breathed in the calming night air.
He wondered if it was his growing sense of anxiety that propelled him to act so sensitive towards the townsmen. Now that Hinata's due date was nearing, he was getting worried sick although he didn't make his anxiety apparent to anyone. Hinata's first pregnancy with Fugaku was not easy. In fact, it put Hinata and Fugaku at a mortal risk. Hinata's mother died at childbirth, so they both knew there was a risk of death. The physicians warned them enough. But he didn't know that childbirth could be so terrible. And Hinata was so fragile. Thankfully, it turned out well, but Sasuke couldn't shake off his chagrin when he thought about the impending moment of the birth of his daughter.
He slapped more water onto his face. Steam started to rise from his skin. The fire inside him was rising, erupting within him, desiring release.
Then he felt some presence. Sasuke secretly hoped it was an enemy so he could draw blood. Fresh, live blood.
He turned his face, and his eyes widened.
He uttered, "Hinata."
'How long was she standing there?' he wondered as he stared at his wife's pale face. She had a light purple shawl around her slender shoulders.
She was standing by a barren tree, watching him with little expression in her face. Her left hand was placed on her swollen belly.
"Hinata," Sasuke approached her, "You'll catch a cold."
His brows tightly knitted as he looked down at her with concern.
She smiled, "I thought you might've been enjoying a night walk. So I wanted to join."
He placed his hand on her shoulder and urged her towards the direction of their house, "It's still too cold for that," he said harshly.
She looked up to him as innocently as a child. Then she turned her face away and sighed.
Her gentle sigh bothered him. "What's the matter?" he asked more softly.
She was quiet for a second, and she opened her lips, "I'm happy when you fuss over me and our baby, but...I don't want you to be afraid."
His voice could cut air, "I am not afraid." He kept his eyes pinned forward. He still had yet to overcome his disdain of fear. Hinata inwardly shook her head. She loved his indomitable pride and spirit, but he caused so much pain for himself without him knowing it.
Hinata looked up at him again and reached her hand to his. His hand was wrapped in a bandage, hanging by his side. His hand flinched slightly at her touch.
She just lifted his hand to her lips and placed her warm kiss between his index and middle knuckles. The feeling of her plush lips pressed against his hardened knuckles sent shivers down his spine.
Her long silken hair fell by the side of her face. It took her awhile to lift her face and look into his eyes.
Sasuke fell silent.
Then he suddenly grabbed her wrist, turned, and started taking her to the deep forests, the opposite direction of their home.
"Sa-Sasuke," she called his name breathlessly but he kept stalking towards a remote spot. Having a full stomach, Hinata took a while to catch up to her husband's fast pace. She looked up to his wide muscled shoulders and dark moonlit hair.
Usually, Sasuke was extremely gentle with her, even courtly to her, attending to her every spoken and unspoken needs. But for the first time since she had "Hyu," he was asserting his needs, his fears.
"Ahh…" she moaned as his long fingers trailed over her naked body. His fingers rested over her full succulent breasts and squeezed her left nipple into a tight bud.
"N-no," his hands roamed over her naked, bulging belly and his touch stroked the latent fire of desire. Her eyes started becoming teary and a thin drop of saliva fell from her lips. From behind her, she heard the vague sound of a metallic clinking. Sasuke looked down at her and slipped out his belt. He tossed it carelessly nearby.
They were lying in the middle of the forest. The rest of the forest was covered in snow, but they were lying in a ring of green grass and warmth. The snow around them have long melted, and even some grass started to rejuvenate as in early spring.
Hinata could even see some nearby bushes starting to grow light green buds at a fast rate.
She suspected that this abnormality in nature was due to the fact that they were in heat and both of them happened to be fire signs.
Sasuke lightly chomped on Hinata's earlobe, and she screamed as his teeth tugged on her ear.
When she whined, "No…" he stopped and looked down at her with dry, emotionless eyes. He studied her for a minute.
Then he closed his long lashed eyes and suckled on the upper shell of her other ear and tenderly placed his hand on her hip. But his tenderness didn't last.
As he grabbed her hip, he wedged himself between her legs and forcibly parted her thighs. Then he pressed his throbbing, hot length against her stomach. Grunting, he fisted himself to alleviate the pain of restrained release and rubbed the hot tip against her entrance.
What they were doing was so wrong, but Hinata knew that she might die if he stopped. They were outdoors, Fugaku was home (although they barricaded their house with every seal imaginable so he is safe, but still she felt guilt as a parent), and she was pregnant. They shouldn't be having sex.
He towered over her, "Look at me, Hinata." His quiet voice pulled her from her racing, anxious thoughts. A tear dropped from her eye and melted the small patch of snow that still remained in their wild nest. Sasuke looked down at her trembling form and wondered how a woman who has two children could look so innocent and untried.
His face looking down at her, glimmering by the starry night, made him look so tragically handsome. He was so beautiful she felt like crying. Hinata looked up at his face and remembered age old stories of how night creatures pretend to be human to lure girls into their arms. Seeing his face, she wondered if someone like Sasuke inspired such stories.
His fingertips caressed her face, and she shuddered, "I warned you about approaching me at night." His lips smiled and his dark eyes crinkled deviously as he looked down at her like some coveted prize.
"Please...husband…" his lips curved into a dry smirk as he saw her eyes tear up once again.
"I warned you about showing your weakness," he drawled, "you don't know how difficult it is...to see you so defenseless... yet so determined..."
Maybe the word 'determined' ignited something in her. Hinata held out her hand and strengthened her resolve, "no!" At her tone, Sasuke stopped and looked at her brave shining eyes with curiosity. Then his mouth curved into another smirk and he made his infamous grin.
He tilted his head slightly, "so you want to play?" His eyes seemed to have turned into colors of hell.
He lightly slapped off her stretched out hand and Hinata's widened eyes followed her hand that fell on the grass. Before she could process what he did, he grabbed both sides of her hips and adjusted her on all fours. Hinata whimpered in need as he smeared their shared bodily fluids over her lower half. She hung her head low as her long dark hair fell like a waterfall as he pushed against her on and on.
He didn't know why he did, but he always felt the surge of desire to punish Hinata for loving him. To pay back her pure heart and affections with his tainted,warped ones.
Earlier that year, when she withdrew into the back of the kitchen to pour out her homemade soy broth, he stalked her in the darkness. She was making his favorite dish—okaka flavored rice balls. For that, she always made her own soy broth. He followed her into the dark narrow storage basement and began to prey on the petite woman. She was wearing her apron around her hips and her long hair into a ponytail.
In the dark, she saw his ruby red eye and infamous rinnegan and gasped. The shock caused her to accidentally drop her husband's favorite, preciously used ceramic bowl on the floor.
His hellish pupils looked down at the shattered shards and then to the blushing, trembling woman.
His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was a strange lull to his intonation, "You broke it."For the price, he attacked her. It was his luck that their son was on a school summer camp so they had the house to themselves. A few hours later, Hinata came out from the storage in a wobbly gait while he walked out completely fine. Her hair in disarray, she trembled as she washed her hands. Then she pressed the flavored rice into fist sized spheres and arranged them on a pretty little plate.
When he was served his favorite dish, Sasuke hid his smirk behind his rice ball. She placed her scarlet face on the dining table and glared at him.
One day, Fugaku noticed that his mother's stomach was swelling. When he asked her why, she blushed and stammered, "mo-mommy ate too much okaka."
Another week passed, and Fugaku was holding Hinata's hand as they walked in the marketplace. A lady about Hinata's age stopped her as soon as she noticed her stomach, "Hinata san!" The lady placed her hand over her lips, "Could it be…?"
Hinata blushed furiously and was unable to affirm nor deny the neighbor's insinuations.
Fugaku looked up to his mother whose hand he was holding. Then he faced the inquisitive neighbor with confidence,
"Mommy ate too much okaka."
"What?" The neighbor looked at both Fugaku and Hinata. Then she raised her hand to her mouth and laughed, "why, I've never heard that one before!"
And the end of spring, Fugaku learned of "Hyu."
As he remembered the conception of their second child, Sasuke pulled Hinata's naked back to his chest and hugged her. He buried his face onto her long, dark hair. Then he grabbed her chin and tilted her face towards him. He crushed his lips against hers, driving his tongue into her silky mouth. "Umm..." She moaned and pressed her ass against his hard, hot length, rubbing against him in a way that nearly unmanned him. Throwing herself in abandon, she moved against him frantically as their lips deepened their kiss. His hand crept across her stomach and his rough thumb rubbed the skin of her belly.
When they severed their kiss, she muffled her own cries with his hand as she bounced on him.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" when she glanced at him, she saw his eyes staring intently at her, those dark orbs of spiraling passion.
Hinata cried as she struggled to block his sight with her hand, "do-don't look!"
"Hinata..." he murmured her name. Then he rubbed his face against her neck, "tsuma..." Then he parted his lips and sucked on a particular sensitive patch of her skin.
She was so fun to tease and play with, and she would always try to love him again and again in her pure, dutiful ways after his cruel, blush inducing antics. He would test her like a newly acquired hunting bow, stretching her limits with his bare, roughed hands. Even then, his dutiful, submissive wife wanted nothing more than to comfort and love a man like him.
But he also felt the need to raw blood like an avalanche when he remembered distant times she refused to love him. Back then, she loved his best friend, so the thought of loving someone else didn't even cross her mind. When he hovered around her, he felt like a child, hopelessly stuck at the periphery of her sight, but who still craved a single glance or voice of love.
At the memories, he held her tighter. His ears filled with her sound of panting.
He remembered first scaring her with his attention. When he first reached out to her and called her name, her immediate response was to shirk in alarm and bafflement, as if he was talking to the wrong person. Why are you talking to me like that? Where is Sakura san? Her eyes seemed to admonish. He felt he could never forget her alarmed pearly eyes and how they darted around him to look for someone else. A certain someone. Her eyes were looking for that one person she believed was her one true love. He remembered how he felt he could never experience a more bitter disappointment. When he tried to cage her in his arms in order to get the frantic woman to just listen, to just listen to what he was desperately trying to say, she flew away like a little bird and never spared him a glance.
Now she was the mother of both of his children, but back then, it was a different story.
When he imagined Hinata being another man's wife, bearing blond or blue eyed children, his flawless face made a harsh grimace.
He ordered,
"Get on your knees." A deep shadow cast over his perfect, sculpted features.
Under his instruction, she precariously stood on the ground on all four, her ass sticking towards him enticingly. She kept panting and blushing, but he just kept watching her. She was making an effort to do as he wished.
Hinata protested with a fervent blush on her cheeks and neck, "I...I feel...f-feel strange..."
He answered by hitting her ass with a hard smack. She yelped and bit down on her bottom lip.
He could usually get his way by humiliating her further when she is already feeling shy and embarrassed. He always proved to her that he could make her die of embarrassment if that was what he intended. He gingerly pressed on her love button above her slit with his index finger. Her hips started moving on its own, in pleasure.
With delicate care of their child, he mounted her and started his interrogation.
As he saw his darkened cock reappearing and disappearing into Hinata's milky depths, he asked,
"This time, what are you going to tell Fugaku?" His hands grabbed her hips and positioned her so it would be easy for him to slide in and out of her welcoming feminine warmth.
Hinata couldn't breath as she struggled to stay on her knees, "Ah, ha..ha.." Sasuke was helping her, or at least intended to help her, by holding her hips, but the growing speed and forcefulness of his thrusts was making it difficult for her to stand.
His questions were as relentless as his thrusts, "What did mommy eat this time?" He gritted his teeth as he lowered himself over her back and drove in and out of her. The filthy sounds of slapping flesh echoed in the air, mingling with their pants and huffs.
Hinata finally spoke up, "Mom-mommy…" But Sasuke's wet slapping flesh against the back of her thighs caused her to almost lose her balance.
The sound of slapping was so loud, and his cock that was filling her felt too much. Her vision was hazy and she felt faint. But amidst her hazy vision, she saw an early blooming bush nearby.
Enticed by the heat of their union, an azalea bush sprung forth to life. The bush wasn't in full bloom, and there was still some snow on its thin woody branches, but Hinata saw a tiny purple pink azalea flower blooming at the end of the longest branch.
As she saw the hot pink center of the azalea flower, Hinata felt her eyelids growing heavy. She felt her husband continuing to pump more of his seed into her, as if he was afraid of something. She felt she could point her finger on what he might be so afraid of this time.
Sasuke kept pumping more of himself into her. Hinata was just so delicate, so fragile. Her feelings for him were strong, but compared to his obsession, they felt weak. He wasn't satisfied. He wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to fade away. Like that time she flew away like a bird that planned its escape.
He knew that she was over him but Naruto will always have a place in her heart. Logically, he knew she would never leave him and their two children, but he was still afraid.
He hissed, "Answer me! What did Fugaku's mother eat this time?"
Sasuke felt her body growing heavy, so he held her and delicately placed her on her side on the warm grass. He groaned as he felt her insides squeezing his cock as she lied down.
As she felt his member twitch inside her, Hinata murmured as in sleep.
"M-mommy ate too many azaleas…"
Dear Mr. Dino Ch. 7: The Birth