Reminder:Slightly AU, non-canon, pay no attention to latest chapters and or developments.
A small pale bird ruffled its downy feathers, head rotating back and forth quickly, surveying the strange scene before it. It had spotted a delicious meal of evening beetles, fat and shiny, gleaming in the setting sun. The bird was all but set on flying down there and picking them one by one, when a large mass alerted his threat radar and the bird had to stay put.
Humans.
There were two of them, fully grown and chirping in whatever language humans communicated in. The bird cared less, he had a one track mind and the humans were keeping it from a well deserved feeding. Chirping at them, hoping to communicate his dilemma, the humans paid him no mind. They continued their quarrel, to its dismay, stepping on his dinner.. It squawked in indignation, his meal being ground into a fine consistency. The bird hopped along the branch nearing its thinnest points, trying to get a better view of the field. Perhaps if he waited out the squabble that the humans were going through, he could still pick through remains. The weather was becoming colder and meals were harder to come by, the bird needed this. Now.
Finally after one of the humans flapped its awkward wings at the other, the two ended up a ways away, freeing the ground for the bird to pick up. Chirping in glee, the bird extended its small wings and flew down towards the ground, spotting a few salvageable pieces. Finally, thought the bird, ignoring the continuing conversation between the humans, only barely keeping an eye out if any danger approached. Soon a few of his brethren joined him, hoping for a quick meal as well.
A fast punch swung towards Izuna's head, a satisfying sound of contact ringing out through the empty field. A loud crack followed as the figure hit against one of the many trees surrounding the area, causing birds to squawk and fly out in a panic. A few seconds later, a steel blade imbedded itself into the rough bark right on the spot the body of a seemingly unconscious man previously was. Looking around him for any sign of movement, Madara formed a quick hand seal and caused a wave of flames to spread out in 360 degrees, charring and burning any and all wildlife within fifty meters. Breathing roughly, he tried to calm his pants as he listened for any movement in the brush, sensing none he decide an aerial view would give him a better advantage. With a grunt, he jumped into the air as high as his muscles allowed and scanned the area, hoping to find the gleam of his brothers clothes. With the furious flapping of his clothing, he descending quickly towards the ground, quickly scanning he the tree line.
There. He thought with satisfaction, his brother was hiding in one of the undamaged trees, performing hand seals too fast and too far away for him to see. Before Madara could block the incoming jutsu, he was quick to throw a few shuriken his brothers way, if he was lucky they would find purchase on his brothers flesh. A split second later, he was furiously avoiding the falling balls of flame that had appeared just a few seconds before he landed. After he backflipped and avoided the last fiery sphere, he was kicked from behind, a strong pain erupting from the point of contact, an unlucky ribcage.
Activating his Sharingan at the last second, he spotted his brothers next movement grabbed the oncoming leg and gave it a twist then used his body weight to catapult his brother into the ground, a small sized crater forming under the pressure. 'Oof!' He heard his brother utter, followed by a wet cough, causing small splatters of blood to be sprayed lightly onto his already soiled shirt. As if just realizing the battered shape of his brother, Madara quickly deactivated his Sharingan and blinked slowly down at Izuna.
"I give, brother, as always." Whispered Izuna in between wheezing breaths.
Trying not to feel guilty about the bruised man before him, Madara lifted himself off his brother and offered him a hand, to which Izuna took without hesitation. To his surprise a painful grin worked its way onto Izuna's face, a knowing look on his face. As if sensing his older brothers confusion, Izuna nodded his head slowly, then wiped a few droplets of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I was wondering when you'd do that." He said simply, slowly assessing the damage his body had taken, then grunted painfully as he popped back a dislocated shoulder. He closed his eyes and felt a abnormal pain in his chest. Ahh, two broken ribs. Izuna concluded. My only consolation is that they're hanging ribs.
"You were expecting me, then." Madara replied, not as worse for wear, the only serious injury he might have to look into was a bruised knee and rib, other than that, the cuts and smaller bruises he obtained would heal in a matter of days.
Slowly limping towards a fallen tree, Izuna sat, Madara following suit. The thick and tense mood from before the match all but lifting. If it were any other sibling a verbal battle would follow, asking why one would show such violence towards the other. But these were the Uchiha brothers, arguments were always solved with fists, let the masses believe they resolved most matters civilly, they didn't care.
Taking in a greedy breath, Izuna answer slowly. "In a way yes, I did not believe though...that you would wait so long. I will admit I was surprised, it is not in you to plan so covertly, at least not with our spars." Izuna said with a pensive squint of his eyes. Wondering why his brother had waited a fortnight to 'speak to him.' It did nto help that Izuna had been patrolling the borders more often than he was used to.
Not wanting to admit his bewilderment, Madara only scoffed and clenched his fist, watching as a previously unseen cut bled slightly from the exertion.
"Keh. It is wise to switch up ones strategies from time to time. Keeps the enemy guessing." Madara retorted, trying to hide his lie with little feeling. Now he wanted answers. "Anyway..."
"Ask away then, brother." Izuna said, as if reading the contents of the older Uchiha's mind.
"Why did you not tell me of your...meeting with Naruto-san tonight?" Madara uttered throw barely clenched teeth, trying not to insinuate anything more intimate.
Sighing, Izuna only shook his head slightly, trying not to laugh at the obvious jealousy his brother was trying not to show.
"Well, seeing as how you were present for the proposal of the 'meeting arrangement' I had assumed you would know of it, and if wanted, protest against it." Izuna responded, trying to keep the mocking tone as controlled as possible. Izuna tried not to laugh. OH, it would be extremely fun to have to chance to court the oh-so-strange and mysterious Naruto-san. He thought, but he knew that whatever his brother and the newcomer were involved in, was nothing as shallow as something that Izuna would participate in and sully. He especially did not want to rile up his brothers ire any more than he had already done so these past few days. His broken ribs were testament of that.
"What? When was I ever told of this? Were you meeting behind my back?" Madara growled, becoming aggressive once again, not liking the idea of Naruto spending time with anyone else, even if it was his brother. He knew Izuna's ways, his way of wooing women was very subtle and charming, he had seen one too many girls spot his brother and have them run away with tears stained eyes. At least I'm upfront with my intentions rather then play with their emotions. Madara thought, trying not to lump himself with his brothers attitude towards women. Though he was no better, only using them for the occasional rump in the woods, away from prying eyes. He was always careful to choose the less influential and needy ones. Both of their ways were known throughout the closer families, his mother tutting disapprovingly whenever she heard of the newest conquest of either of the two brothers. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if that explained his mothers strange character the night of the dinner.
...during the dinner." Izuna answered back, dragging him out of his own mind, Madara only catching part of what he said. Hoping he hadn't been caught, Madara could only assumed he was talking about the dinner a few weeks ago that he had just been pondering.
"Well, I was not present for this conversation then, I would have voiced my opinion."
"Thats the thing brother, you were there, furthermore, Naruto-san had so kindly inquired about the festival when you simply brushed her off with a grunt. Being the gentleman that I am, I invited her myself, you my dear brother, slightly offended Naruto-san, the hurt was clear in her gaze, though it was only there for a split second." What Izuna did not voice at the time was that he had seen an opportunity to get to know Naruto more in order to determine what his brother saw in her, and perhaps cause a few rumors here and there. Though he did not want to admit it, Izuna loved to watch drama unfold from the sidelines, picking and prodding here and there once in a while to make the show a bit more interesting.
"But I..there's no way..." Madara sputtered, confused as to how he had missed such an important conversation. He growled to himself, imagining an upset Naruto, finding out this caused a weight of guilt to be dropped onto to his shoulders. Madara did not like it, not one bit. He had to go an make it up to her, whether she knew he was doing it or not.
Standing up suddenly he looked at his brother with a clear goal in mind and declared, "Then I will go with you tonight."
Looking at his brother, Izuna could only smile, knowing his brothers answer even before Madara concluded it himself. "Of course, brother."
The buzz of activity rang out through several miles around, filling the compound with laughter, screaming, and exclamations of victory. The sun had finally picked its resting spot beneath the horizon and the stars were beginning to fill the sky like small, dainty fireflies. As if accentuating the darkening of the night, the stalls that lined the main roads were lighting their bright lanterns drawing people like moths to a flame. Smells of rich food, mingling perfumes, and everything in between wafted from block to block, bringing the night to life. Naruto looked on with admiration and wonder, it was amazing the transformation that the otherwise dirty road of merchants and small stores could become into. It was truly commendable how neatly everything was organized and colorfully painted. Naruto briefly wondered where these stalls hid between seasons.
Walking up to the nearest game stand, Naruto stared at the colorful assortment of toys and masks, all arranged teasingly to lure in whoever wanted to test their mettle in the shooting game. Observing the enthusiastic owner and the game layout, Naruto concluded that it wouldn't be too hard to shoot the bright balloons. I mean, I'm a pretty good shot. He gloated slightly, he was a shinobi after all. He tried not to eye the frog hat that was at the top of the other prizes too obviously, it wouldn't not be too smart to start the night without Izuna. And he knew for certain if the stall owner saw her gaze he'd be sure to sucker him in. He'd probably be too distracted to even notice if the soft-spoken man arrived. Thinking back to his offer, he realized it might have been slightly inappropriate to come with the younger Uchiha. If Naruto didn't know any better, he could have sworn that man wanted to flirt with him. But shook it off, I mean, a brother wouldn't do that to his own, would they? Who knew, he heard worse drama occurred in the noble families.
Grinning lecherously, he gave himself a quick up-down. They can't help it I suppose, I have got the GOODS. This past moth was the longest he had ever been in female form, but seeing as how this was his body now, Naruto was becoming quite attached it. He had to constantly stop himself from examining his appearance whenever anything slightly reflective stood next to him. Even now, he was subtly checking his face on the gleaming mirror that hung as a tempting prize. He smiled, the woman in the mirror mimicking him, eyes crinkling mischievously as she blew a raspberry at him. Which was a bit confusing because he was pretty much describing himself. Still, so crazy that good-looking woman is me. He really needed to stop doing that though, he realized that he was becoming quite narcissistic in this form. I guess I'm too self-aware. Chuckling at his own little joke he admitted the kimono he was wearing did help him look very beautiful, or using Kurenai's wise words, the outfit 'went well with his skin tone' and did great to 'accentuate the figure.' Shrugging to no one in particular he played with the seams of the sleeves, which were a very rich burgundy color, that faded into a darker color he couldn't really describe towards the bottom. Gold stitching contrasted elegantly throughout the garment and was complimented with a pale yellow obi and black cord belt. His favorite part of the garment though was the subtle leaf pattern that flowed from shoulder down to the hem. it was a subtle 'fuck you' to the Uchiha dominated village.
"They don't have to know that though." He whispered to himself, letting out a impish giggle. Inspecting his surrounding once again, he noticed more and more people were crowding the main road, large groups of families and friends swarming from stand to stand like a flock of colorful birds. Naruto hopped from one foot to the other nervously, searching around for any sign of the younger Uchiha.
"They're going to take all the prizes." He whined childishly. Naruto needed to win something tonight, he had had a stressful week, what with all the new responsibilities and the growing guilt of his glacier-like mission. A carefree night was definitely deserved. Every time he thought about his two colliding worlds an overwhelming nausea took over him along with a shortness a breath. Naruto vaguely wondered if he was getting panic attacks. He had gotten very few in his life, most were before his training trip with Jiraiya, but he was twenty-two now, they were rare occurances. He'd finish this mission, there was never one he hadn't. I'll be coming back to you soon Konoha.
Very much so. The bond you two are forming is increasing at a quick pace. The powerhouse within Naruto spoke, echoing within his mind. Fretting over this matter will not help your situation, the elevated levels of cortisol within your system are not beneficial to you at this moment, it is best to act with a calm mind. You must also consider the mental health that connects you to me as well. I will not be able to stay so tightly wound in your mind as you wish me to if you keep repressing your chakra urges AND unnecessarily stressing us both.
Naruto sighed dreadfully, he knew things were getting bad when the fox demon himself was giving him pep talks. "Ugh, yes, I'll try. Damnit, this blows. I've never had to deal with something like this, It kills me at the slow pace I'm moving at.
Though I understand little of the time frame you are working at, it seems quite reasonable compared to what I have seen you work with previous members of your race. Humans are weak, delicate, and foolish creatures, straining to form relationships with them do not usually end up well. Suddenly changing your behavior too drastically will alert him and put him on edge. If you must do something radical then do so with caution. All this work will be for naught if you become clumsy, you are no longer the kit you used to be Naruto, remember this.
Naruto grinned and nodded his head reluctantly, the fox was right. He wasn't some bull-headed 12-year-old anymore, he had to think things through. It astounded how much wisdom could spew from the demon's mouth.
I will not be offended by that though, but be alert, that mongrel of a human is approaching you. The nine tailed fox grumbled.
Fixing his demeanor, Naruto stood waiting expectantly, staring off in the direction he sensed the Izuna approaching in. Then a microsecond later, another large chakra signature flared to life.
Wait...no way.
From the bustling crowd of giggling teenagers to his right appeared not one, but two Uchiha men. The fuck is Madara doing here? He's the dick that totally ignored my question. Naruto fumed. Why he was so mad escaped Naruto. Its not like Madara's attention was so great. His annoyance was short lived as he Naruto admitted that he didn't look too bad. He'd be stupid to say he didn't notice how handsome they both looked, or the glances the women around him were throwing their way, some jealous, some curious. The two were clad in yukatas with the symbol of their namesake embroidered on their sleeves and Naruto guessed their back as well. They didn't exactly match seeing as how Izuna wore it tied differently and in white, while Madara wore it loosely in a navy color. But the striking resemblance between the brothers rang true, it made Naruto's head spin that these two were not twins.
"I must have done something quite cruel to deserve this punishment." Naruto yelled saucily, seeing as how the crowd had swept them into the middle of the whole festival, causing it hard to hear one another.
Smilling softly Izuna's eyes glistened with humor while Madara scoffed and straightened himself out. "Many would be thanking the gods for such good fortune."
"Now brother, not 'many' can compare to your dear Naruto-san." He said jokingly, causing a glare to be thrown his way. Madara didn't miss the way he had referred Naruto.
Ignoring whatever they were saying, Naruto strode up to Izuna and smiled at him happily, "Bout time you arrived! I almost sprang into the crowd in the hopes of winning something before you arrived. But since I have such great self-control, I waited for you, I mean, for both of your arrivals." Naruto responded cheekily, hoping over and grabbing Izuna's arm, goading him in the direction of one the stands that had caught his attention.
"I commend your restraint, Naruto-san, it is truly admirable." Izuna replied, nervously looking to his side at his brother with a 'I didn't do anything!' look. Izuna would bet a hundred horses that Madara was blaming him for their close quarters.
Naruto stopped and examined the two brothers closer, sensing the awkward atmosphere.
"Don't tell me you two have been fighting." The yukata hid them well, but Naruto spotted the blooming bruises on Izuna and the very subtle limp he sported, though not as noticeable on Madara, he noticed a small wheezing coming from them both.
Laughing nervously, Madara flipped his hair behind him, "Naruto-san, we were simply sparring, to train of course, no other reason." Hoping to derail her train of thought.
Narrowing his eyes suspiciously at him, Naruto crossed his arm, ticked off. "So you can make time to fight with Izuna just because you feel like it but you can't spare a few moments to fight with me? When I told you how much I've been needing it?!" Naruto said angrily, he had been itching for a fight so so bad, god, it had been too long since he actually pushed himself, and here was Madara practically glowing with the after-battle.
All Madara did was stand there quietly, looking at his brother, avoiding eye contact with Naruto.
"Naruto-san, it is all my fault really, please, sparring with Madara is about the only hobby I have. I had asked him quite frantically this morning, as a favor of sorts. Please, let us enjoy the evening, the stand fees are on me. Don't be shy and limit yourself at all." Izuna said quickly, hoping to divert the attention off his brother. Naruto smirked, yeah, he knew he was being played, but hey, now he could go to all the stand he wanted without feeling guilty.
"Hm..okay! I'll take your offer, now hurry, this way!" He said, not giving them another look as he bounded to the stall with the frog hat.
After a long night, Naruto had ended up with three frog hats, two decorative fans, six bags of candies, and ten random assortment of carved wooden animals, most of them of the amphibian variety. Not to mention a bruised lip from when she had slapped the wooden handle of one of the stands game wands when she had become frustrated.
Izuna's eye twitched nervously, he was nearing the bottom of his wallet, barely enough to buy food, which they had surprisingly not had any of yet. If he could guess it was about thirty minutes before midnight. He tried to hide the exhaustion but his previous fight with Madara had taken a bigger toll on him than he thought. Sure he had broken a couple ribs and was still nursing his sprained ankle, but this was the usual whenever his brother and him actually fought. Analyzing the situation they were all in, he nervously looked for an exit strategy. He could tell that Madara was having some type of fun, what with Naruto becoming aggressively more competitive as the night wore on, something his brother obviously found endearing; but Izuna could take no more, he had to find a way to excuse himself.
Warily looking at the people around him, his heart sung with happiness, a familiar face appearing from the crowd. Clearing his throat to catch the attention of the two, Izuna spoke as carefully as he could, trying not to give anything away. The two paid him no mind, whacking a poor water-stuffed animal in the hopes of filling a tank before the other. The prize: a pair of shiny red gloves, one of which the merchant advertised were from a far away land of fist-only fighting. He hazily remembered Naruto proclaiming she would use them to get back at his brother. Madara of course had taken the challenge quite willingly.
Sighing dejectedly, he ignored the couple and made his way to the face that would exempt him from any further activities. Waving tiredly at the man, Izuna made small talk with the jittery youth, hoping to build up enough of an excuse as to not cause skepticism. After a few more minutes, a loud and gleeful laugh erupted from behind Izuna. Turning back he spotted an extremely happy Naruto dancing around a gloomy Madara, a pair of shiny red gloves in her hands. Once in a while a glove would smack his brother on his head, which Madara would lunge after Naruto and she would dip, duck, dive and twirl away from him. Chuckling under his breath, he waited for the duo to make their way over to him, since Naruto had spotted him and he was sure she wanted to brag about her win.
Izuna turned towards the tall man and asked him quietly right before Naruto and Madara were within hearing distance. "I would be extremely honored if you were to seek my council for these new building codes you were speaking of. They intrigue me greatly." His partner nodded happily and motioned for Izuna to follow.
"Izuna-san, where are you going?!" Naruto yelled after him, pouting. "Who's your friend?!"
"My colleague here has asked me for some help, I'm sorry but I must leave, you two enjoy the rest of the festival." He replied, bowing politely and scurrying after his tall friend, trying not to show the panic on his face.
Put off by his departure, Naruto frowned. They were having so much fun! Looking down at the gloves he was holding, he quickly forgot and turned to Madara, a cheeky grin on his face. He was sure that it didn't look too endearing on a woman's face, but he didn't care, he was fuckin happy. Madara could only continue his sulking, feigning to grab Naruto's hard won prize.
"Okay, pay up, now you need to treat me to some delicious ramen! I'm tired of eating all the fancy food that appears in my home."
Sighing dramatically, Madara extended his hands towards the food section of the festival, face turned, hiding the grin on his face. Naruto couldn't see it, but definitely heard it in his voice when he sarcastically replied, "After you of course, you pick the unfortunate place that you grace your presence with."
Laughing to himself, Naruto marched forward and walked into one of the closest food shops. There were many portable stalls that advertised quick and cheap food, but the smell wafting from this place had caught Naruto's attention. The shop advertised an odd variety of food such as takiyoki, sushi, dumplings and other plates, but Naruto knew there was ramen brewing in the back. Finding a suitable booth, Naruto slid in and called for the attention of the shopkeep, who only seemed happier as he saw Madara stride in. Smiling happily at to whom he assumed was the owner, Naruto diverted his sputtering attention from Madara to himself with a dazzling smile and cheery expression.
"Four plates of pork ramen please! One after the other if you could. And a bottle of your best warm sake!"
Madara forwent the ramen and order fried eel, nodding to the man as the owner thanked him for his patronage and wished him a happy festival blessing.
Naruto had to keep himself from bouncing in his seat, mouth watering with anticipation. It had been a while since he had reunited with his food love. After winning all those prizes Naruto just realized how hungry he was. Speaking of prizes he looked over at the heavy bag that laid next to him, he had to pick it up once he couldn't possibly carry it all with him. Izuna had to ask one of the shop keepers for their largest canvas bag in order for their night to advance. For some reason he had sensed agitation in Izuna, perhaps that was why he had become progressively quieter during the night. Not sparing it another thought, Naruto looked at the man before him and smirked.
It was hard to admit but he had genuinely enjoyed his time with Madara, it was refreshing having someone on par competitively with him. It was always hard finding someone who didn't tire quickly from his antics. It made him fancy Madara just a little bit, though begrudgingly, it was hard to admit because the guy could be a jerk, but I guess so could he.
"Why are you grinning so idiotically?" Madara said to the woman seated so jittery in front of him. He did admit that it was slightly charming, but only slightly. He thought quickly. It was hard to believe that this woman was older than him, albeit by only a couple of years, but still, it made him feel disoriented at times. Madara strongly believed that one should respect their seniors, but it was hard to do so when his senior was a competitive adolescent prankster peeking through the eyes of a woman. Catching her eyes, she gave him an unwavering look that made him look away. That strange warm feeling blooming in his chest once again. Feigning a cough, he slowly gave her another subtle glance, just now noticing that there was a bottle of warm sake before her.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed happily to the attendant and than began filling two of the simple white cups that were set next to the bottle. Passing one to him she raised her cup expectantly at him, sporting a shameless grin.
"I heard you were a lightweight when it comes to sake." She said, causing Madara to furrow his brow, whatever a 'lightweight' was he did not know be he assumed it had to do with his alcohol tolerance. One day he would like to sit down with her and have a serious conversation regarding her speech manerisms. Or at least have s hort Q & A, he fet like he missed out on half the things she meant by her word usage.
"I assure I am not, previous situations not counted. Shall we place another wager tonight?" He questioned, excited for another challenge with Naruto.
"You betcha! Whoever gets shit-fac- I mean, whoever caves in under the alcohol first loses!"
Madara snorted, "Obviously. What are the stakes?"
Watching her, Naruto scrunched her nose up in deep thought, thoroughly considering the bet. A few seconds passed by with feminine grunts, and whispered possibilities. No matter how endearing it was, he was beginning to tire of holding a rapidly cooling glass of sake so he spoke up first. He had a beautiful and lecherous thought, trying to hide his reddening face, he cleared his throat and spoke as clearly as possible.
"If I win then you must run down this main road...
"Oh, well that's easy!" She exclaimed
...with only that frog hat as clothing." He finished
Naruto quickly straightened and look at him, appalled, mouth hanging open, sake cup forgotten in her hand. He grinned, but tried to hide the irregularly fast beat of his heart. He knew she would reject the stakes, but a little bit of him wanted her to accept it. But judging by her incredulous, he guessed she was about to smack him and haggle for a new stake.
"Well, Uchiha-sama, what a lewd suggestion." She said, hand to her heart, head cocked at him dramatically.
Clearing his throat nervously, he readied an alternative deal.
"I'll agree to it." The alluring woman said, face now pleasantly restrained and sly.
Madara's eyes widened, his heart beating even fast. She accepted? Gulping thickly, the prized image of a naked and wet Naruto-san appeared in his mind, cheeks flushed from the heat of the hot springs they had broken in what seemed like ages ago. The delicious curves of said slick body causing his blood to boil. Closing his eyes, he let out a shuddering breath, stopping his mind from lapping at the treasured memory he had. It would be no good to become too excited and cause Naruto to spot his erhm, ordeal.
"In return, if I win, you and I go right now, after our meal to the nearest damn training field, or whatever you call them, and have a full on brawl. No holding back."
Snapping back to reality, he opened his eyes. Thats...all? Such a simple request. It's not like they hadn't sparred before.
"No, you don't understand. I mean no holding back, you get me? It doesn't matter what condition we're in. Otherwise you have to do the stake that you put on me. So, unless you want to have your bits displayed for all the compound to see, I suggest you either get me drunk first, or prepare for one hellavu fight." Naruto all but shouted, raising her cup of sake up one again, staring at him with an intensity that riled him up. A masculine growl began to build up within him. He needed to win this. Catching her contagious attitude, he grinned just as cheekily, or as much as an Uchiha could, and held his cup up as well, and knocked it with hers. He hadn't been this excited in a long, long time.
"Cheers." He replied, tipping back his head as they both swallowed the first of many cups to come.
The shop owner stared in wonder at the remaining customers in his stand. He looked around and realized that the stalls of the festival had all but shut down for the night, and the few wandering souls who had stayed later were finally turning in for the night. He was one of the only people still awake, well, sans his two last customers. It astonished him that Madara Uchiha, the Madara Uchiha was sitting in his humble shop, drinking cheap sake of all things! And with an unknown woman! A very stunning woman with strange golden hair. The woman he assumed must be the female that the town had rumors around, ones that he had been hearing recently. Some flattering, some not so much. They honestly did not give her justice, it was strange to find such a brash and assertive being hidden in such a beguiling body. Thinking back to the gossip, he did hear mentioned that she beat up hoodlums after dark.
Shaking his head, he tried to beat back his drowsiness, he was getting along in his age and no longer able to stay up so late. But by the look of the strange duo, it seemed they were nearing their end as well. The fifth, and hopefully last bottle, the woman was nursing was teetering extremely close to the edge of the table, her mouth slurring words he could not read from where he was situated. Whatever was said must have been quite comical, because Madara-sama laughed harshly and stumbled to a standing position. Face red with the flush of alcohol in his system, the owner guessed, the well-known young man stood to take the bottle of sake from her, which she happily obliged and threw it at him. This caused the Uchiha heir to stumble backwards and land hard on the booth, clumsily catching it, spilling a substantial amount of liquid on himself.
"Oh dear, what did she encourage him to do..?" The man whispered to himself, it seemed the woman had challenged him to something Madara-sama could not back down from. Keeping a close eye on the pair, he watched as the Uchiha took the sake bottle and laid it agains his lips, eyes blinking rapidly, tyring to focus on the liquid before him. With a deep breath, the man tipped his head back and began to chug the remaining liquid.
There's no possible way! The man gripped his dirty apron nervously. This was not good. Though he was a young and strong man, he doubted the Uchiha could down the rest of the bottle. It was a miracle neither had thrown up yet. If he gauged their drunk stupors, he concluded that the young heir of the compound was definitely at a disadvantage. The woman was quite drunk, but functionally so, while Madara was messily trying to continue.
As expected, Madara's eyes began to water and he turned his head and spit out the liquid that wouldn't go go down his esophagus. Then he stumbled and ran out the restaurant, the unmistakable sound of retching heard a few seconds later.
This seemed like the funniest moment in the word for the woman, because a peel of unrestrained laughter rang through the wooden edifice, her hand thumping against the table, tears of joy slowly making their way down her reddened face.
He couldn't help but sigh. Finally, he could go home. The blonde woman laughed for quite a bit longer before stumbling up, then gaining her balanced and yelled at him drunkenly, failing to hide her intoxication.
"Sorrrry, b-bout the..the mess. I'll..uh, Ill have him c-c-clean itrightupokay?!" She slurred, a somewhat apologetic look on her face, as she snickered again, the Uchiha still emptying the contents of his stomach.
"No matte! It is of no consequence, I'll clean it just fine. " He stammered, hoping not to give the rowdy woman any more reason to keep him from his warm bed.
This seemed to cause the woman much anguish because she pouted and stomped her feet childishly, "No, let me do it! And, and, and, I-I'll go get some m-money too. He's faaaaaaar, far, awaaaaay right now." She said dreamily, slowly starting to waltz to some unheard music.
Laughing nervously he shook his head frantically," No it's fine, miss. Madara-sama is a very valuable customer, I'm sure he will come back when he is more, erhm, able to. Please, make your way to your prospective homes, it is late." With a pleading motion he was careful to stop around the mess they had left and gently urged her out the exit, holding his breath as the smell of bile hit his nose.
"Awww, okaaay." The woman giggled and bowed quickly and skipped to the tree that Madara was kneeled by.
With a wary glance, the man made his way back into his shop, happily cleaning up the mess. What further actions they were up to he didn't really pay any matter to, he was at least able to go home and sleep.
Grinning madly to himself, Naruto strutted, or more like stumbled his way over to the Uchiha who was now dry heaving into the bushes. His slightly blurry vision did not obscure the glorious sight before him. The eldest son of the Uchiha name was doubled over, hands digging into the ground, barely supporting his weight, heaving into nothing. His hair had thankfully been spared of any mess that had errupted from his mouth, miraculously staying in the hair tie Madara had somehow pulled out. His clothes were another matter. Most of it was sullied from the spilled alcohol and stained with an unknown red sauce that had been sitting at the table. As if to add insult to injury, thick globules of their meal were slowly sliding down his yukata, ruining the lovely robe. Naruto had a time to frown slightly, he hoped his mother didn't have to do. Shrugging, he gripped the young man by his shoulder and heaved him to a standing position, supporting most of his body weight.
Making sure he was somewhat stable, he slowly made his way to what he could only hope was a training field. For the millionth time that night he chuckled and thanked the fox for his chakra. The great demon had been pumping the alcohol out of his system slowly, just enough not to cause too much suspicion. He vaguely heard the demon grumble disapprovingly, mentioning how a great fox demon was reduced to a glorified liver. Snorting, he ignored him and continued on his path. His stride becoming more sturdy and direct, now that he had stopped drinking, the toxins in his body were being filtered out faster.
"Ugh..." Uttered the intoxicated Uchiha, mouth slobbering unattractively, head hanging down loosely. Naruto could only grin harder.
"Hey, buddy. I don't care how drunk you are, a bets a bet." He groaned slightly as he readjusted the mans weight on him, he was glad this female body was almost as strong as his own, a small wonder.
"Dizzy..." Madara said, after very many failed attempts.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, you got some strong chakra on your own, by the time we get to field you should be good enough to fight."
Madara only stayed quiet, moving his feet mechanically, following Naruto's stride.
After what seemed like hours, Naruto finally arrived at the small open clearing, moon shining down brightly on the plain, flat surface. Sniffing the air, he smelled a familiar scent floating around. Scanning the area he found the cause of the smell and spotted a familiar puddle of liquid. Well, actually a few more; sporadically strewn about the field. Guess this is the hot spot to release the alcohol beast. Naruto thought, he counted almost eight puddles of vomit, varying lengths and consistency. Not caring much for how disgusting it was, he stepped over a couple and dragged his unresponsive partner to the middle of the clearing. It was subtle, but the bastard's breathing was evening out and his muscles were beginning to tense up, no longer limp and useless.
Reaching what he guessed was the middle, Naruto released his hold on Madara and popped the kinks out of his back, almost back to his normal self. Only a faint buzzed feeling remained, as if he had only downed a few beers.
That's all I'm doing for you, your toxins are soiling my senses, now I shall sleep. Without another word, the fox demon fell asleep, cutting off his help to Naruto.
Taking in a deep breath, he stared at the stars for a while, wondering what small differences he would see when he finally returned to his own time. Sniffling, he wiped the snot from his nose, quite unlady-like, he knew, but his nose always ran whenever he drank. Sensing his rigid body, he did some quick stretching exercises, hoping to get the blood flowing. Lost in his routine he almost missed the deep inhale that came from the formerly unresponsive Madara.
To his surprise Madara was also limbering up, though not as smoothly, but nevertheless he was doing his own small routine. Hands entwined high above his head, stretching the full length of his body. Wiping his hands roughly over his face, Madara seemed more present than before, the dead look in his eyes quickly dissipating.
"Good! You're back from the dead." He exclaimed with excitement. Naruto's body were ablaze with energy, his inner coils almost humming with anticipation. Sadly he wouldn't be a blt to use his chakra in order to keep his secret hidden, but he loved to brawl, and Madara was an excellent partner. He was giddy with adrenaline, he suspected that the leftover alcohol in Madara's system would loosen his hold on his power. Now he could fully fight the Uchiha, without wondering if he was holding back or letting him land extra blows.
Ten minutes passed by and Naruto patiently waited for Madara to finish his stretches, and to his surprise, the man took off his ruined yukata. Sporting a thin pair of white shorts and short sleeved shirt. Pouting, Naruto looked down at his own attire, a stuffy, heavy kimono. Nodding to himself, he followed Madara's suit and took of the heaviest layers of the kimono and discarded them by his feet. Similar to the Uchiha, it was a very thin material, lightweight and beige in color. Naruto had to use the black cord belt in order to secure the slip. The only other thing underneath the garment was his underwear.
Sliding smoothly into his starting stance, he awaited for any sign of Madara's part. Not wanting to start unfairly, even if it made things more interesting. Fair and square. Naruto, you got this. He had a slight advantage due to his alcohol filtration, but he knew not to underestimate the sharingan wielder. Naruto sensed the crackling energy building up around them, as with all fights. A heavy sense of power flowing from both their bodies. It wasn't chakra per se or killer intent, but the body's natural chi. As if sensing the two's pending duel, the nightlife around them quieted, not a peep from even the loudest cricket. A soft breez blew through the field, the soft whisperings of the trees all that could be heard.
Exhaling one last time, Naruto looked up in time for Madara to nod curtly, a determined look on his face. Nodding back at him, Naruto's body sung with energy, ready for whatever the brawl would bring. As always, Madara stood stoic and calculating, not showing any sign of movement. It was hard to imagine that less than an hour earlier the two were acting like drunk idiots. The power of a strong-willed body and mind. And a good hurl. Naruto added cheekily.
With a jump to his right, Naruto had a brief second to assess his situation before Madara flickered out of sight. Grinning excitedly, Naruto's mind began to throw several possible ways to attack the man that had just disappeared before him. He would have called foul on the man for seemingly using a chakra technique, but he knew the man was just that fast. But I'm faster. He thought cockily as he also appeared to become but a mere flicker of movement.
Running forward he was pleased to find a fist that seemingly popped into existence. Naruto ducked quickly and threw an uppercut to the now visible man. Sensing his attack, Madara pivoted on his right leg quickly and bent backwards at a sharp angle hands now meeting the ground in a somersault position. There! But before Naruto could take advantage of Madara's strained position, the nimble Uchiha twisted and suddenly straightened into a arrangement that resembled the eagle fighting stance; arms spread out from his body, fingers curled in resembling talons while his body crouched slightly.
Impressed that such a foreign move was being adopted so inland, Naruto once again flickered out of sight hoping to catch the man unawares. Madara twitched slightly then also did the same. Both circled each other warily, though at incredibly high speeds. After playing cat and mouse, Naruto suddenly switched directions and strained his muscles for an extra burst of speed as he met the visibly shocked Madara perpendicularly. Naruto jumped over the man and successfully landed a harsh blow to his shoulder, hearing a satisfying 'crack!' then another to his kidney. Madara's reacted a milisecond later, pivoting on his left leg and swinging with his right, a dangerous amount of momentum building up. Dropping down and rolling out of the way, Naruto narrowly escaped the muscled weapon that would have sure dislocated his jawbone. Flipping up quickly Naruto added some space between the two, trying to catch his breath. A cloud of dirt had risen up from the previous undisturbed ground and was coating the inside of his throat uncomfortably. Sneezing, Naruto forced his body to take in the unwanted guest, if only for a second, but Naruto sneezed harder yet. Seeing his opportunity, Madara bolted towards Naruto and landed a solid hit to his stomach, then he jumped back and threw a kick at Nauto's head.
Eyes widening in panic Naruto knew he wouldn't dodge in time so he quickly brought his hands up to try and redirect the point of impact. Just as he raised his arms to block, Madara's kick landed square on his arms, just above the elbow, eliciting a pained grunt from Naruto. Fuck, shit, damnit. That hurt. Preparing for another kick, Naruto swiped out his own leg and blocked the hit successfully. Then grabbed Madara's shirt and threw him on the ground, landing a barrage of punches to his chest, and one to his head. Leaping off him, he backflipped thrice and stood still, staring at the slowly rising Madara trying to catch his breath. His vision pounded with his accelerated heartbeat and his muscles were beginning to ache wonderfully.
This is the shit I live for. He thought blissfully as his body began to protest against the accumulating stress. Sure he was in a bit of pain, but Naruto's taste went slightly masochistic whenever he fought. But it hasn't even been that long. He complained to no one in particular. If he guessed, perhaps forty-five minutes had passed. But then he stopped and looked around. He noticed the moon was not as bright, being overtaken by the dawning blue light of a new day. The stars were no longer as visible, only the brightest still twinkling above. A few birds were now flying overhead, squawking at one another, and the morning air was slowly filled with smells of early risers. Naruto dully noted that the sun was still nestled behind the trees, not yet reaching the horizon, but he estimated it would soon show itself in less than two hours. Huh, I guess time flies when you're hav-
His thoughts were interrupted as a punch met him squarely in the face, his cheekbone taking most of the force. The punch in question had such force behind it, that it sent him flying onto his back, body dragging backwards, earth debris flying everywhere. Before he could stand on his feet, Madara was there, foot raised ready to land a deadly hit on his sternum. Taken aback, he retaliated by rolling onto his side and quickly swiped his legs in a scissor-like, and successfully landed a concrete blow onto Madaras shin.
"Keh!" the Uchiha groaned ready to retreat and attack once more, but before he could jump away, Naruto launched himself at the Uchiha and wrapped his arms around the youths midsection and twisted, similar to a wrestling move he had seen in a magazine, and once again dropped Madara onto his back. Sensing the oncoming blows, Madara was quick to release his hands and block the set of punches Naruto unsuccessfully threw his way. Naruto twisted and rolled off Madara, ready for another count strike, but just as he was about to stand, Madara rolled over him just in time to stop his movement. He had just enough time to roll so that he somehow ended up grabbing the Uchiha's feet. Well, damn.
Sensing his inevitable escape, Madara also grabbed Naruto's feet, hooking his arms around the shins, mimicking Naruto's move. This maneuver however locked both of them in place, rolling over endlessly being the only move they could do. Hoping to wrap his legs around Madara and cut off his air supply, Naruto used as much force as was available to him and kneed Madara in the stomach, which gave him but a split second to do as he planned. But seeing as how it had worked for him, Madara did the same and was now also executing the same move as Naruto.
OH no. Naruto thought, as they booth laid opposite of each other, slowly strangling the oxygen they had left. Peering through the legs wrapped around him, he analyzed the view. which he only assumed Madara was similarly experiencing. Naruto saw the clearing light of day reach the sky, the moon but a faint outline in the sky. He couldn't' help but grin as his vision tunneled in, black creeping in from his peripherals, narrowing down until he could barley make out the clouds in the sky. Awesome. he thought just a few seconds away from consciousness. With one last breath he released the hold on his legs on Madara, just now noticing that the two limbs wrapped around him had grown slack a few seconds ago.
Coughing harshly, Naruto used the last of his strength to flip over the unconscious Madara. All the while trying to breath in as much oxygen as he could. Looking down at the roughed up youth before him, Naruto laid his ear next to Madara's nose, making sure he hadn't killed the guy. Counting to ten no movement came from his chest. Instantaneously,Naruto scrambled and crouched over Madara. He's not breathing!
Tilting Madara's head back, Naruto was quick to lay his mouth over the Uchiha's and breathed in, then quickly set to work by intertwining his hands and pumping in a regulated beat on the younger mans chest. Counting in his head, he went back and plugged the mans nose and breathed into his mouth again, and then went back to pumping.
Why don't you just let him die?
Naruto froze, hands mid-pump. "W-what?"
Let him die. take the opportunity. Look, now is your chance. If you breath in one last time he will survive, but if you do not, his life will be no more. This will serve all your problems. Are you not concerned for your future peers lives? The Kyuubi replied, almost nonchalantly.
"I..can't do that..
Why ever not? The fox responded, slightly deflated.
An dam of memories broke within Naruto then, flashbacks of all the lives he had saved, and the ones he had taken. Familiar faces flitted in and out of his minds eyes, all showing little pieces of how Naruto had affected their lives. Good, bad, misunderstood. He had given them all a chance, even when others had wanted blood. He believed strongly in the hidden good in everyone. After what felt like an eternity, Naruto returned to himself and shook his head.
"Because I do things my own way, especially if that means no lives are lost."
And with that, Naruto continued to give CPR to the unconscious man before him. Just as the demon had said, with the following breath, Madara awoke coughing, eyes wide open. Leaning back, Naruto looked at Madara happily, admittedly glad that he had lived. Before he considered what he was doing, he bent down and wrapped his arms around Madara tightly, hugging him. He missed the confused furrow of the Uchiha's brow, and the slow creeping blush that was working its way up his neck.
As if just realizing that he was a few moments from death, Madara returned her hug, a low rumbling building up in his belly. Before Naruto could figure out what it was, a raspy laugh made its way out of Madara's mouth, shaking his entire body. Releasing his hold on him, Naruto motioned to stand up to find out what the hell this crazy man was laughing about. But just as he was on his knees, Madara dragged him back down.
"Hey, are you o-!"
The sentence was never finished as his lips were roughly molded together with the chapped skin of another. Naruto's eyes widened, but Madara only deepened the kiss, cocking his head slightly and angling their mouths to fit more comfortably. What in the... Naruto thought before a surprisingly hard caress caused the kiss to become something more. Not being able to help it, Naruto moaned softly, and returned the kiss; clenching his hands on the the broad shoulders beneath him. Sensing Naruto's approval, Madara's hand wrapped around Naruto's trim waist and softly placed the slender body beneath him. They separated to catch some air before they continued their battle. Both mouths fighting for dominance, even now not submitting to the other. A slow growing desire began building within Naruto, spreading out from his core, doubly encouraged by the groans that were escaping the Uchiha above him. Waves of delicious heat began spread throughout is body. With a flirty look, Naruto hooked his long slender legs around Madara's waist, causing the thin material of what remained of his kimono to ride up teasingly. The pleasant pressure from the action caused Naruto's back to arch, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Oh my.
This caused a masculine growl from Madara, who responded by grinding his hips slow and hard down onto the woman beneath him, and his mouth to once again join the lips beneath him with bruising force. Naruto moaned wantonly, unashamed of the bliss he was going through. He had forgotten how sensitive a woman's body was. His hands scrambled to find purchase. With a heady sigh, Naruto wrapped his hands around Madara's long, fine hair, settling against the base of his neck. Madara seemed to enjoy it as he rumbled appreciatively , mouth now working its way to his delicate throat. With a surprised yelp, Naruto mewled in desire. Madara had released the belt from the slip of clothing had enclosed a full breast in his hand, kneading it softly.
"Ah!" Naruto sighed, hands now working their way to the chiseled chest that was slowly now making an appearance. Madara stopped suddenly, an wary look in his eyes, seeming shy and unsure. Now of all times.
Naruto tried not to giggle, even after all that the young Uchiha was hesitant. Cute.
Smiling seductively, Naruto used the advantage he had and flipped them over roughly, straddling the flushed Uchiha. Looking down at him with lust filled eyes, Naruto grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him fiercely, causing a groan to escape the man below. Wanting to hear much more, Naruto slid down slight and encountered a lump, to which he slid over carefully and ground into just right.
"N-naruto-san!" Madara shouted, hands flying to her her hips, moaning brazenly as the golden-maned goddess thrust above him, head flying back in pleasure, exposing pert, full breasts. A sight he engraved into his head, he didn't know if he would ever witness this again. The visual was enough to black him out. It was almost too much. This pleasure. Madara had never felt anything like it. Every touch, every whisper, every moan that made its way to his ears caused Madara's body to light afire with a passion he didn't know he had. With a husky groan he bucked up into the beauty above him, his groin meeting hers in a carnal sound. Again, the almost unmesurable pleasure. He didn't know it could feel like this. If he were to wander to the poetic side it almost felt as if they were one flowing, blissful creature, harmonizing with each other through their bodies. He couldn't feel where his skin ended and hers began. All the nerve endings of his body turned up higher than her had ever felt.
"Madaaraaa." Naruto bent down and whispered into his ear, causing him to become harder than he thought he could.
"Y-yes?" Was all he could says, cherishing her informality. Eyes closed, taking in her scent, Madara began kissing her neck lightly, arms tightening around her lithe body.
"I think...we have..an audience." She said softly, hands no longer roaming his body, but now subtly closing the simple robe she had on.
Mind still clouded with pleasure, Madara was confused when the warm body above lifted off him, holding back a whine. He blinked rapidly, now realizing Naruto was wrapping the black cord she had just taken off.
"Wha..?" He trailed off as he finally felt the chakra signatures around him. Standing ram rod straight, he pulled over the shirt he just realized had been pulled off of him and stood at attention, not bothering to hide his throbbing erection. Whoever was coming had surely seen the show. How much of it, though, was the question.
With a quick look to make sure Naruto was covered, Madara made his way over to the two figures that were increasingly coming closer.
Trying to ignore the stabs of pain that just now registered through his body, Madara reached the stoic man and bowed, trying to hide his discombobulated expression.
"Father?"
BAM! And she makes an appearance, say whaaat? :O
How long has it been, almost five months?! Jeez, and you still came back to me. .·´¯`(U.U)´¯`·. -thats me crying by the way, stupid kaomoji.
THANK YOU for reading this latest chapter. I finally stopped brooding and posted it!
So how you like it? Its got a lil bit of everything riiight? Well, I tried, it's all I can do really, ahahah.
I tried to have a semi-legit fight and lemon scene, sorry it its lame, I am a mediocre writer at best. ̥̥̥̥̥́⌢ ̥̥̥̥̥̀ It was so exhausting, ahahah.
Anywyas, I just want to thank all my worldwide readers and veiwers, [ I see you Estonia!] It warms this tiny, sad little heart to see reviews even 5 months later, its what keeps me from abandoning this story completely, ugh, why am I so lazy. It wasn't supposed to get this serious! Lol.
Well, thats really is all I have to say, love you all, review and let me know what you think.
~Besos