Shibito Ashikabi : Legacy of the Mist Demon
Normal speech / thoughts
Demonic speech / thoughts
Kubikiribocho echo /electronic voice
AN: I'M SORRY! PUT AWAY THE GUNS, AND TORCHES! I haven't been able to update in a while because school has been kicking my flaming ass these past few months. I know it's a cliché excuse but, in my case, it's a good one! The school I go to doesn't have block scheduling so I see my teachers every day BUT, I also have twice the tests, and exams. Plus, I had higher level classes starting off this year, so there's having more homework which means less time to think, much less write! That's the end of my whining.
I hate to do this but, in order to post more often, I'm going to write chapters around 5000 to 7000 words. I'd love to write longer ones but, the amount of school work I get won't permit it. That being said I'm splitting the explanation behind Naruto's new look between this chapter, and the next. That's enough stalling, read the bloody chapter!
Disclaimer : I don't own the Naruto or Sekirei franchises. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Sekirei belongs to Sakurako Gokurakuin.
Story start!
Chapter 6: First Feather, and Bonding pt. 1
-the morning after Naruto rescued Toyotama -
Toyotama groaned as her light, blue eyes fluttered open - only to shut as the blinding brightness of the sun hit them. Groggily, the green - haired Sekirei sat up, and yawned. After that, she looked down to see that her body was on a fuuton, with a white blanket covering said body, located inside of a plain, brown, traditional-style room that had a window. Her eyes, and face showed confusion.
"... Where am I "?
The events of last night had replayed endlessly in her dreams, and her wounds now sent pulses of agitation. Laying back down to settle her irritated gouges, she figured this is were that mysterious(, and scary) individual, who warded off that traitorous Ichiya, and her vile Ashikabi, had taken her for medical treatment.
"Not bad...", judged Toyotama when she started to inspect the bandages wrapped around the lacerations on her arm, and left lower flank. She was a bit annoyed by the forest green kimono she had on bu- wait a minute. Kimono? Toyotama looked at her bandages one more time, noticing that they were bare of blood. Her eyes narrowed. Last night she was bleeding like a pig getting butchered, so white bandages were impossible unless he...
Toyotama looked under the kimino again, noticing that she was wearing a blue sports bra, NOT her preferred belly top. That confirmed her suspicion right there. Toyotama didn't wear bras, so there was only one explanation as to why one was on her now.
That "Savior" of her's stared at her body while she was unconscious, stared at something that only Toyotama's fated-one was allowed to see. That caused feminine rage to build up within her, so much so, that it was highly detectable to those who were able to sense those kinds of emissions.
The owner of Izumo Inn, where Toyotama was unknowingly healing at, happened to be one of those people. Some of the others were located about 300 feet down in the earth, and were under strict orders to monitor Izumo Inn, and protect said owner.
When she sensed the growing hostility, Miya Asuma quickly rushed to the room where it originated, knowing exactly what was going on. She also knew that the ones located 300 feet below her home didn't, and were rather... Trigger happy. In order to prevent her beloved Inn from figuratively becoming swiss cheese, it was inperitive that the hostility cease. Once at the door, the landlady made her way into the room.
Toyotama's attention was grabbed when the door to her room opened, and a shapely, reddish brown - eyed, lilac - haired woman in a miko outfit, with a worried expression came in.
"Are you alright? Are you in any pain", she asked, her voice sounding like a mother caring for her child.
"Do you need me to rewrap your gashes again "?
After seeing the woman, Toyotama considerably calmed down. Perhaps she jumped to the wrong conclusion. Toyotama looked at the unknown woman.
"No", She answered politely, "I'm fine".
"Well then, since you're up, do you want me to bring you something to eat"?
Toyotama gave a curt nod.
" Yeah, I'm hungry". The answer was casual, though polite. Toyotama didn't want to be rude to someone who helped her when she needed it. The woman gave Toyotama a warm smile.
"There are some leftovers from breakfast, I'll heat them up, and bring them to you ". With that said , the lilac - haired woman started to leave before turning around.
"My name is Miya Asuma", she introduced herself with a small smile.
"Welcome to Izumo Inn".
Toyotama returned the smile.
"Toyotama", was her simple reply.
"Thanks for taking care of me. There was a man who brought me here, did he give you his name"? She highly doubted that Miya knew but, hey! Worth a shot.
"Of course I know his name", the landlady responded, causing Toyotama's eyebrow to arch up in surprise.
"It's Naruto", Miya informed Toyotama, "he's my son".
If one could see the inside of Toyotama's head, they would see all the little Toyo chibies stop whatever it is they were doing, disbelief written across all of their cute, chubby, little faces.
Back in the real world, Miya couldn't help but, giggle as she closed the door. Toyotama was currently frozen in shock, her eyes imitating a goldfish, and mouth formed into a perfect "O". Miya proceeded to head down to head back downstairs, softly chuckling to herself. Once at the bottom of the steps, the landlady hurried to the kitchen. Firstly, to reheat some food for her healing guest. Secondly, Miya still needed to prepare her inn for a family reunion. There were preparations that needed to be made! Dishes to be made!
In under an hour, Jiraiya would be home!
-Shinto Teito International Airport-
"Ah, home, sweet home".
The sentence was spoken by a rather tall man in his late fifties, with long, spiky white hair, tan skin, coal black eyes that had two small red tear trails coming down from them. He was wearing an expensive, two-piece, black Italian suit, with a dark red tie. Strapped onto his right wrist was a very expensive black, and gold, large - faced watch that had black Roman numerals replacing the numbers. Despite valiant protest, the older man wore shiny, black dress shoes; the attire gave the man an opulent, gentleman vibe. Looking around, Jiraiya noticed all the stares directed at him, some jealous, while the rest were indifferent.
"Man, this place is packed tighter than a can of sardines".
The gate that Jiraiya had exited out of was densely packed. Businessmen, travelers, and vacationers, and returning natives buzzed noisily around, separated by the smallest gaps of air. It was at that moment Jiraiya had an epiphany.
"I should have waited for a private jet, no...".
"...You should have purchased one". The voice that finished the sage's realization was of a middle-age woman, and had a playfully mocking tone. It was accompanied by a childish giggle. Jiraiya smiled broadly as he turned to see his editor, and, as of one year ago, wive.
Yes. Jiraiya somehow managed to get married.
"Papa"!
... And to a MILF no less. Someone fix the universe.
Jiraiya bent down at the knees to pick up his six-year old adoptive daughter. The little girl was slightly above two feet in height, having tanned skin, chubby cheeks, big, bright, red eyes, and light-blonde hair styled in twin pigtails. She was dressed in a simple yellow dress that had puffy shoulders, and white gloves with matching shoes. Jiraiya held at level with his face, the girl giggling.
"Papa, I wanna go again"!
"Well, looks like someone like flying", Jiraiya stated, turning to his wife.
"Yes, Kahlua throughly enjoyed being up in the clouds", confirmed Gyokuro( AN: this is only Rosario+Vampire crossover element) Jiraiya's wife.
Gyokuro was a beautiful woman, with a ganguro appearance, having tanned skin, and shoulder - length blonde hair, and red eyes. Her chosen attire was a long, black dress that had elegant, silver flower designs on the back. The aging process had been very kind to the woman, giving her few wrinkles, even her pregnancy went smoothly, Kahlua had not added much weight, and was a barely noticeable bump all the way up to the due date.
Unfortunately a year after Kahlua was born, Issa Shuzen, her father left the two for another woman, and had taken nearly all of their combined savings with him. Broken both in heart, and bank, Gyokuro was forced to sell the rather expensive mansion she lived in (her ex - husband was very talented at being a neurosurgeon), and relocate to a modest apartment that with her job, as a somewhat well-known editor, Gyokuro was able to afford. It wouldn't be for another year that the newly divorced woman would even conceive courting another man. Once that year was done, the very next day was when a new flame would burn intensely in the form of Jiraiya seeking an editor for a novel he had written( one that wasn't filled with smut, a rather good move on the sage's part). It took six months but, eventually the two wed, and Jiraiya's real novels( the smutty ones), turned him into a multi - billionaire within a few months.
The trio had been walking towards the exit terminal, and were about to enter when Jiraiya stopped. Kahlua looked up in innocent confusion when her papa started chuckling out of nowhere. A chuckle that Gyokuro recognized well, and one that made her give a small smile. He must be sensing a familiar chakra signature.
"I'm assuming that our transport is here"? Jiraiya had told her everything about shinobi, chakra, the Veil, who he once was, and even showed her a jutsu as evidence. It had taken a couple weeks of serious thought, and contemplation but, Gyokuro accepted Jiraiya wholeheartedly. She had also accepted his godson with open arms.
Jiraiya answered with an excited nod. Kahlua just kept switching her bewildered gaze from her adoptive father to her mother, puffing her cheeks up in annoyance at being ignored. Who were mama, and papa talking about? What's a trans... Port? Is that what mama said? Kahlua tugged at Jiraiya's pant leg, successfully getting his attention. As he picked her up once more, the sage knew she was curious, deciding to enlighten her when he felt the signature zeroing in on his location.
"It's been too long, brat ".
"Hey Kahlua", Jiraiya grinned, "remember when I said you'll be seeing your Onii-san again"? Gyokuro smiled when Kahlua eyes widened, and her expression turned into a broad smile.
"Onii-chan"!
Jiraiya sensed the close proximity of the signature, any minute now.
"Where's Onii-chan"?!
Gyokuro was about to recommend that her husband call him but, was cut off by a deep, but not baritone, late teenage, male voice.
"Jiraiya"! The voice called out from a couple of meters behind the family, causing them to turn their heads. There standing now a few feet away was a male wearing blue jeans, a white T - shirt that said, "It's better in the Bahamas", in red cursive letters, with a picture of a beach below. Over the shirt was a slate gray, open hoodie. His face was a light-tan, and had a regal look. Mismatched eyes, one midnight, the other reddish-brown started back at the trio. Lastly, his hair was straight, blonde, and seemed to extend downward, a few short, lilac bangs fell in front of the eyes.
Said sage's eyes turned into saucers when he saw him. Jiraiya knew that the event of three years ago had changed the way Naruto was going look, but this was crazy!
"Naruto"!? He almost couldn't believe it. After handing his daughter to her mother, Jiraiya practically teleported to Naruto's location, examining the teen head to toe.
" Is it really you?! You look like some kinda pretty boy!"
Said teen gave a small grin as he nodded. He quickly embraced his godfather, not having seen him in over a year. Jiraiya had opened a massive franchise of bookstores, one that quickly become favored by much of world's population for it's wide selection of literature, and welcoming atmosphere. The overnight billionaire had left on a business trip around the world to check on the various branches of his world encompassing corporation.
"Of course it's me"! Naruto confirmed, a bit annoyed. He broke the hug, taking a few steps back.
"I don't look that different ".
Jiraiya stared at him in a deadpan.
"last time I saw you, Naruto, you did not have heterochromia, your hair was completely blonde, and spiky, you had a face shaped like a tomato, your whiskers were thicker, and shorter". The sage had held up his hand, counting with his fingers as he listed the differences in a deadpan tone. Naruto was about to retort when he heard a feminine chuckle. In the corners of his left eye, the shibito noticed Gyokuro snickering at the two while the little girl she was holding was openly laughing at the two. The former master, and apprentice stopped their petty squabble, a small, genuine smile forming on Naruto's face when his eyes foucused on his surrogate little sister.
"Onii-chan", Kahlua chirped excitedly, reaching out for Naruto causing him to go to her. The toddler was soon handed to Naruto by Gyokuro, giggling happiness. Kahlua then noticed something about the way her Onii-chan looked.
"Onii-chan is pretty, like a princess".
Jiraiya started to lightly snicker as did Gyokuro, the two soon found out that Naruto didn't like the comparison because both were silenced when Naruto turned his head to them with closed eyes, and a sweet smile. It was at that moment the nervous parents remembered who the lilac - tipped blonde was related to. Miya was probably the only person they knew that was scarier than Naruto when she wanted to be, she taught him how to conjure up hanya masks, and helped him create that nightmare of a knight. Then Jiraiya remembered something else to, thanks to the event of three years ago, Naruto was going to be a lot more like Miya. And she didn't like having fun poked at her, seems Naruto inherited that trait.
Kahlua unknowingly saved her parents when she made an excited request. Then she damned them with it.
"Onii-chan can we get ice cream"?! Gyokuro, and Jiraiya were screwed. Kahlua can't handle sugar.
Naruto turned his mismatched eyes back at her, flashing the now terrified couple a cruel smirk. He still had that mischievous streak, and a monumental opportunity was handed to him on a silver plater.
" Of course we can", Naruto nodded, sealing his former master's, and lover's fates.
"We'll get some on the way home, I know a place that serves an entire sink filled with all kinds of ice cream".
Kahlua started drooling as her eyes widened in delight while Gyokuro's eyes widened in horror, and Jiraiya almost had a heart attack. They wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks! Was Naruto trying to kill them?! With their own daughter?!
" Really Onii-chan"!? The parents were screwed.
"Yes, in fact let's head their now, it's on the way", Naruto confirmed, beginning to walk out of the terminal into the pick up area. Speaking up he informed the parents that Kahlua could ride with him, saying he wanted to spend some overdue bonding time with his little sister. While it was the truth, Jiraiya knew that Naruto was letting them prepare themselves for when Kahlua got the massive sugar rush that was coming. Why he was going to this them?! Didn't he know how much chaos a child causes when all hyped up on sugar?!
"At least Naruto gave us time ready ourselves", Gyokuro mumbled, wishing that they hadn't arranged for their luggage to be delivered to the penthouse they were going to reside in. She could've made Naruto load it on a moving truck or something as a bit of revenge for the ghastly move he made. The couple started walk towards the exit themselves, staying within a few feet of Naruto, and Kahlua. Gyokuro gazed at Naruto's back, noticing his long hair, and thought about his rather feminine facial features. She knew that Miya originally wasn't Naruto's genetic mother however, thanks to a specific event, that had changed. Gyokuro only knew that something happened, and the outcome was Naruto's altered look given to him by Miya's genes.
" I will simply ask Miya if she wouldn't mind explaining what occurred in detail when I see her".
Jiraiya, and Gyokuro had now entered into the pickup zone, finding the black limousine that Jiraiya had hired to take them around. After informing Naruto that they'd meet him back at Mansion Izumo, Gyokuro joined her husband in the back of the vehicle. Seven minutes later, when they were on the highway, Gyokuro nearly cursed when she noticed that she hadn't inquired of the vehicle Naruto drives.
" Jiraiya-"
Before she could say another word, a loud roar reached her ears. One that belonged to a specific type of automobile. Gyokuro grit her teeth, holding back a snarl. Naruto was a deadman! Dead! Man!
She glared daggers at the speeding 1969 Dodge Charger R/T as it flew by the limo. The car itself was painted grey, and had dark blue, full-body flames stretching across the sides, and crawling up the hood. The white, tinted windows were partially rolled down, allowing the blonde woman to catch enough of a glimpse to see the gigantic smirk on Naruto's face. Gyokuro's glare could've killed the Nine-tails.
"Dammit gaki...". Jiraiya make a mental note to let Miya know that she should let the medics that lived 300 feet below her inn to prep a room. Make it two, Jiraiya felt the bones in his hands shatter from his spouse's sudden death grip.
-Izumo Inn. 45 minutes later-
Toyotama was bored. After a rather tasty breakfast , the sekirei decided to go downstairs, and explore the inn( Read:find her regular clothes). Once down though, she was admonished by a very busy looking Miya to go back upstairs, and rest. When the green - haired sekirei tried to resist, Miya did something that erased any doubt that Toyotama had that the landlady was her rescuer's mother.
-Flashback. 30 minutes ago-
"Thank you for your concern but, I feel well enough to move around", Toyotama told Miya when the woman tried to get Toyotama back lilac - haired woman disagreed.
" Nonsense, those cuts were very deep, and the one on your arm nicked an artery", Miya rebutted with a frown on her beautiful face.
"I don't feel that you've had a sufficient amount of rest".
This was getting nowhere, and Toyotama's stubbornness decided to make an appearance.
"I've been sleeping all night, and almost all day!", the sekirei had unknowingly raised her voice. Miya's frown increased. She was not going to tolerate being shouted at in her own home!
WACK
Miya's Ladle of Correction striked Toyotama's forehead dead center, a small bruise forming Almost instantly.
"Ow"! The sekirei was now clasping her hands over the area that was struck.
"There will be no yelling in my Inn", scolded Miya with a voice akin to a mother giving discipline to her child.
"Now, go upstairs, and resume resting"! The order was given with no room for argument, and a vicious glare. Toyotama grumbled in defeat, making her way back to her temporary room. She was no condition to fight, and in addition to that, her staff had been destroyed by that bitch Ichiya. It probably was already collected from that roof by M.B.I. Hopefully they would either repair it , or send her a replacement soon.
" I'm still in this game", Toyotama determined mentally.
-End Flashback. Present time-
"Soooo bored. Stupid ladle".
After being forced to retreat back into the futon inside her room, Toyotama had quickly been struck with an intense case of boredom. There she was, laying on her back, still in a movement-restricting kimono. The staff - user had checked her injuries, satisfied with the rate they were healing, hopefully they'd be fully healed in about a day or two.
" I just wish that didn't have to be in this body-trap", Toyotama thought, slightly glaring at the kimono she was wearing.
" It's tight as hell around my stomach, not to mention my chest". Toyotama looked at the ceiling with a contemplative look on her face. Her thoughts were centered on the man who saved her, and the feeling of safety that had fallen over her.
" Could he be... My Ashikabi"?
The green - haired woman thoughts were halted by a loud roar, said roar sounded mechanical in nature, and was very throaty. A car perhaps? Slowly getting up in way that wouldn't bother her healing wounds, Toyotama went to the near by window, peeking out of the blinds using her fingers, trying to spot the vehicle responsible for the noise. She soon found it, the car seemed to be an older model, a "classic", was the term she believed. The paint job was gray, with dark, blue flames stretched across the sides, and crawling up the hood. The windows were tinted a stark white, and disabled anyone to see the driver.
The roar was clearly coming from this car, proven by the sound occurring again as the beast smoothly pulled up over the sidewalk, through the gap of the fence, stopping once fully hidden behind the fence, and parallel to the wooden boarder onthe grass. Now stationary, the engine's roar was heard twice in a row when the driver reved his the machine, letting it idle for a few seconds before shutting the car down. Toyotama had one thought.
" Dann, that thing is loud".
The driver side door, opened up allowing a young man with mid-back length blonde hair that ended in tips, that were a familiar shade of lilac, to exit. He was wearing blue jeans, a slate gray hoodie, and a white, graphic shirt. His back was turned to Toyotama as he pulled up the seat, bending down, and reaching into the back seats. He pulled out a laughing child, who was wearing a yellow dress that had puffy shoulders, and white gloves with matching shoes. The girl had very tanned skin, and blonde hair. The child's laughter made Toyotama get a slight smile. The sekirei felt that he was somehow familiar to her. Perhaps this was the one who prevented Ichiya's ashikabi from forcibly winging her? Was this the Naruto who Miya had said was her son? All she remembered about her savior was his mismatched eyes.
"Maybe if he'd turn around , and let me get a look at his face".
Holding the child with a single arm, the man shut his car's door, and turned around.
Toyotama's heart stopped when she saw his eyes. The left eye was a shade of blue so dark that it belonged in the midnight sky. His right eye was the same reddish brown as the landlady downstairs. Those were the same eyes from last night! Naruto had been the one to save her from the horrible fate of being forcibly winged. Toyotama began looking at Naruto's features, noticing immediately that the similarity between his, and Miya's faces was insane!
"He looks almost exactly like her"!
As the sekirei started to study Naruto's face, unknown to her, a blush began to form on across her face, her breathing became hitched as her heart rate started to slowly climb. His eyes were narrower than Miya's, and, if you looked closely, the pupils were slightly slitted. Another feature that differed from his mother's was his straighter, strong, and more masculine jawline that still had the same basic shape, just with those small differences. All in all, he was definitely pleasing to ogle at. Toyotama unconsciously licked her lips, and a heat began to burn in her core. When he dissappeared from her veiw, Toyotama instantly turned her body towards the door, intent on meeting Naruto in person. Ladle be damned!
When she began to move Toyotama heard the door open , and a baritone, but not too deep voice called out, causing her to collapse to her knees, the smoldering heat within her erupted into a raging inferno. She felt as if butterflies made of molten steel had entered into her core, sending the most pleasurable shivers down her legs. Toyotama's face was redder than the color itself, her chest heaving.
" Kaa-san", called the voice responsible for the sekirei's current state.
"I'm home".
Toyotama couldn't move, her hands clasped against the center of her bosom, her body was now drenched in sweat. She knew she was reacting, there was no way she wasn't! Struggling to regulate her skyrocketing pulse, Toyotama knew that she had to get Naruto, he was the only one who could help her. However, she had to get to him.
"But how", the sekirei groaned, her hot body tumbling foward, causing her to now lay on her stomach.
" Am I supposed to get to him while I'm having what's probably the most violent reaction possible"!?
The simple answer? On her own, no. The magnitude of her reaction was stopping her from conducting all but the simplest of movements. She stuck there, her only method of relief, the person she was meant for, was so agonizingly close yet, so devastatingly far. Toyotama was begging for her body to brought back under her control, she wanted her ashikabi damn it!
"Move damn you! MOVE"!
The universe must have decided to intervene on her behalf, because Toyotama soon heard the turning of a door knob, and in walked her destined one. His hetero chromatic eyes widened when he saw the state she was in. Nearly hyperventilating, body shaking, and a heavily flushed face. Naruto quickly crouched down next to Toyotama, grasping her carefully but, firmly, feeling just how high in temperature her body was. Naruto cursed.
After they had finished treating Toyotama's injuries, Miya had thought it necessary as a precaution to review with him the signs of a sekirei reacting to their ashikabi due to it already being confirmed that Naruto was one. It had something to with what made Miya Naruto's genetic mother. Right now, Naruto couldn't tell if the panting sekirei he was holding was reacting to him or, running a really bad fever. He needed to act. She needed to be cooled down now!
"Kaa-san"! He shouted loudly, and urgently, swiveling his head to the door.
" Quick! Get me a cool towl, and some ice! She's burning up real bad! Quickly"!
The scurrying of feet, and the sound of running water told Naruto that she heard him. His attention was quite literally grabbed when Naruto's head was suddenly yanked back to the green - haired woman thanks to her hands clasping the sides of it. Desperation was written all over her face, while her eyes had a slightly lustfull edge in them, as she sent both of them crashing to the floor, her on top, hands still clutching his face, afraid to let go. Her upper body was upright, and she was looking down at Naruto, who now figured that she was having a strong reaction to him, to put it lightly.
" You...", the sekirei panted out, the kimono slightly loosened by the tumble, allowing her large curvature to push the material outwards.
" Are mine"!
Miya arrived just in time to see Toyotama enter a lip lock with Naruto, and green pillar-like wings spring out of the sekirei's back, bathing the room in a bright, green light. Soon, the woman broke the kiss, lifted her body, the previous aliments gone, and a mask made of pure bliss on her face. The sound of something shattering was heard, as the wings shot out further. Looking back down at a slightly blushing Naruto, the newly winged made a declaration with a firm voice.
"From now, and forever, Sekirei Number sixteen Toyotama is under your command"!
The light show died soon after that with Toyotama getting off of Naruto, her newly made ashikabi. Happiness filled her mind as it sunk in. She was about to help Naruto up but, he had already done so himself. Dusting off his sleeves, Naruto decided to formally introduce himself to his new... Partner? Friend? Lover? He'll just take this one step at a time, first thing first, introduce himself.
"Well", Naruto stated with a small smile, looking at Toyotama directly.
"That was a thing", he began, "I'm Naruto Asama, I'm guessing you already met my mother, yes"?
Toyotama nodded, giving Miya a slight glare. Miya simply smiled back with closed eyes. Naruto sighed, putting a hand on his head. Before he had even winged Toyotama, somehow, , the universe found some way to cause a conflict between them.
One thing was certain, life was going to get interesting.
CUT! CHAPTER OVER!
I like to think that was a decent chapter despite how short it is. I'll let y'all be the judges.
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