I finally had the time to post this. My life has become so fast-paced that I don't have time to take a deep breath and relax. Anyway, as promised, a short glance on everybody's life before attaching Kisho's lovelife.
Enjoy!
Chapter 84: Shades of view
"Kisho-kun," a red-haired woman purred from bed to the lad who was standing by the window looking at the world outside. At the mention of his name, the half-dressed lad turned around. His cool mask was replaced by an affectionate one as he stared at his lover at another village. Obeying the long tapered pointer finger beckoning him, he padded to their bed.
"Do you want anything else? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty?" she whispered against his neck as her hands familiarly slid on his chest.
He took one hand to press a kiss, "Negative."
"Then come back to bed, love. Let me feel you once more before you'll leave."
"Missing me already?"
"Greatly," was the breathless reply as she let herself be pushed.
Confidently, he started working his magic- a magic he learned two years ago at a particular village of the Water country.
He was about to make a down payment for the room he was about to rent when a soft hand covered his, stopping him from paying. He looked up to find a very beautiful woman looking at him appreciatively. He blushed making the woman laughed. The woman had irresistible charms, he knew and he had quickly fallen under her spell. When she offered him a room at her house, he accepted without any question... without any doubt.
Her house was far from the village and hidden behind palm trees and flowers Kisho didn't know existed. Much to his surprise, her house was palatial and was made of marble. He didn't know much about architecture but he was certain that each curve and embossed drawing were consistent, balance and perfect. He would have continued staring and admiring if not for the woman who led him inside the house where they were greeted with maids who wore nothing but white cloth wrapped around their bodies.
A soft sound from a certain stringed instrument and a faint teasing sweet scent made the place more welcoming. He followed his host to a place which was actually a dining room where a feast was waiting for them.
Kisho found himself so small not only because of the hugeness of the place but also because of the aura the woman was emanating so naturally. He found out soon that her name was Venus. She explained the origin of her name and why she replaced her Japanese name with something foreign.
Love and beauty...
The shinobi wasn't sure if she had love but beauty... she had that. Layer upon layer. She used that to her advantage together with her womanly charms and Kisho found it hard to resist her seduction. He didn't want to resist because he wanted to deny to himself that he liked that Makoto.
When they ended up on her bed with them naked, the teen happened to look at her eyes- eyes that told him how experienced and knowledgeable she was. And suddenly, he felt inferior and his confidence was slipping away. But Venus took his hands into hers and squeezed them, coaxing him to continue and telling him to show her what he got. And he showed her everything he learned from his one-night stands, reading porns and from what he learned from Jiraiya, Kakashi and Sai. However, much to his embarrassment, it was only him who had an orgasm. The woman was certainly way above his level.
Contrary to his expectations, Venus didn't mock him. She laughed all right but it was out of amusement at his disappointed look. He looked so cute with his pouting lips that she hugged him.
The first moment that her gaze landed on him on that street, Venus liked him because he was beautiful in a dangerous way. She liked him so much that she followed him to a cheap inn to invite him to her house. She was lucky that he had accepted not that she doubted because she knew what her charms could do on men.
She loved his wit and even when he failed to give her an orgasm she didn't mind. She could change that if he wished to and the latter did. She taught him all he wanted to learn and all she knew about worldly things. She liked his creativity; admired his enthusiasm; and loved his passion and eagerness. She was shaping him to be the downfall of women and the envy of men. She was making him into her masterpiece because he was beauty she was obsessed with and he tasted the perfect blend of innocence and danger and of absolute sin.
Venus wanted him but she knew he belonged to the wilderness. She was certain that he would look more beautiful if he returned rather than staying in her so-called temple. As much as she wished to, she couldn't make him into one of her sex slaves.
Sex slaves... Kisho had encountered them during one of his strolls around the place. They wore white revealing clothes and a black choker with their name written on a silver plate. They stared at him in confusion but they weren't the only ones. Even the servants were all curious. All of them wondered why the blonde wasn't marked by their mistress even after many days had passed or who he was that Venus-sama was so fond of him. But their questions remained unanswered and soon they had gotten used to his presence. To them, the blonde was just Venus-sama's most honored guest.
After almost seven weeks, Kisho finally gave the woman an orgasm. It wasn't just an ordinary one. It was nerve-wracking and brought tears to her eyes.
In bliss, she congratulated him and told him how proud she was of him. The next day, he bid her goodbye. He had entered her temple as a greenhorn and emerged from it in his worldly glory.
And true to Venus' wishes, Kisho became the downfall of women and the envy of men.
-SasuNaru is love-
Iruka cooking meals at the Uchiha manor wasn't an uncommon sight especially since he learned of Naruto's condition. The resigned teacher was aware that such act might not prolong the blonde's life but at least Naruto wouldn't have to cook after a busy day and besides he had too much free time.
"That looks delicious," Naruto said looking at the freshly grilled salmon.
Iruka laughed. "I think so too."
"I'm home," Akemi greeted as he strode inside.
"Welcome home," both of them greeted.
"You look a bit pale," the youngest of the trio commented.
The blonde gave him a sheepish smile before answering it in an assuring voice. "Had an attack fifteen or twenty minutes ago. Luckily Iruka-sensei was with me."
"But I didn't do anything." Then Iruka added softly, "Couldn't do anything." The feeling of helpless and desperation as he could only stare at the trembling form of his so-called son... he couldn't stand it. Hadn't Naruto suffered enough because of Kyuubi? Was there no end to his pain?
Akemi just nodded. The attacks had became frequent as years went by that it was a miracle that his chichiue still managed to keep it a secret from everyone even from his close friends. But Akemi knew they already had suspicions and speculations and were now looking for proofs. In fact, Shikamaru, Neji, Sakura and Shino were keeping a close watch on him.
Seeing his blonde father smile or laugh, always made him want to reach and hug the older man. But he wasn't the only one who had this urge. Looking at his siblings, his fear, and angsty thoughts were reflected in their eyes. Even if they didn't want to admit it, Akemi knew they were also wondering at the same time dreading that moment when their chichiue would breathe his last breath.
Snapping himself from such thoughts, he took out something from his bag. "I bought it on my way to Konoha," he said as he handed his present to his father.
Naruto stared at the frog on his hands before he realized that it was just a wood carving... a very realistic artwork.
"Splendid," Iruka commented.
"I love it," Naruto said. "Where did you buy this?"
"I won't tell you because you would buy the whole set or ask otousan to buy the whole set for you."
"There's a whole set?" The blonde's blue eyes turned big and watery. "Akemi"
Iruka watched as Naruto plead his son who was trying to resist his chichiue's puppy look and he could see joy reflected in two sets of blue eyes as if…
I'm going to live each day as if it's my last.
-SasuNaru is love-
A seven-year-old Haruo looked satisfied as he inspected his work. He had spent quite a long time tying kunais using thin wires around his area of practice that he suddenly found himself not wanting to proceed with his plan. He inhaled deeply to strengthen his resolve before he, in one swing of an arm, cut the wires holding the ten kunais. There was a solid 'twang' sound as the wires snapped and released the weapons.
Haruo readied himself. Before, he managed to dodge all six kunais and was confident he could dodge ten of them. He mentally counted the kunais he dodged by the 'clang' sound emitted as metal against metal came in contact.
Three more, he told himself. He turned to his right, hitting the incoming weapon. Then he hit another. He whirled around and his eyes widened in horror as he realized that the kunai was coming too fast and was closing in on him. Panic gripped him making him immobile. He 'eep'ed, closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain to come. A moment or two, he opened his eyes to find a gloved hand holding the kunai that was so close to his chest. He followed the hand that led to his savior's identity then gulped when he met blue eyes.
"Otousan," he breathed more in fear than relief.
"Are you okay?" Yuuzuki asked in a deceptively calm voice that made his boy shiver. Haruo knew that tone too well. It was a warning that trouble was one step away from the instigator who, at that moment, happened to be him. He gulped and gave the man a trembling sheepish smile.
-SasuNaru is love-
"How was your check-up?" Naruto asked in their poorly lit room as Sasuke slipped into their shared blanket.
Sasuke turned to his other side to look at Naruto who scooted closer. "Sakura said it's deteriorating by five percent this time but reassured me that I'm still fine as long as I don't strain my eyes too much."
"I see." Naruto reached up to gingerly touch the eyes that always see through his masks and see him for what he truly was. "It must be really hard for you. I'm scared for you. Aren't you?"
The dark-haired man leaned forward to kiss his forehead, his temples, his cheeks, his nose and his chin before tracing his face with his fingers in a light caress. "It would be a lie if I tell you I'm not," he whispered. "I'm scared." He was scared not to see his children and his grandchildren. He was scared to miss all the emotions that would grace his wife's face. But more than anything else, he was scared to be alone in the darkness without Naruto. "But you'll be with me, right?" Sasuke knew he was stupid to ask the blonde to make a promise that would be quite a feat to keep. He knew he was only making it hard for both of them but he needed hope... he needed a reason to remain calm... he needed buoyancy to remain afloat. He needed Naruto for all that he was in his life.
Naruto gave him a small smile. "You know very well where I'll be, Sasuke. I have no other place to go but here- right beside you." He gripped the pale hand that was still tracing the outline of his face and brought it to his lips to lay an affectionate kiss. "That's more than a promise."
And in gratitude, he drew his wife closer and held him protectively... possessively… lovingly.
-SasuNaru is love-
Miki just reached a hand over her patient's eyes to close them. She and her team had done everything they could but still failed to save the woman.
"Confirmed 15:01," she said to the nurse announcing the kunoichi's death. She took the clipboard and signed her name.
At the age of nineteen, Miki had become more mature than most girls at her age. But then again, most girls didn't get pregnant and get married at the age of fifteen or tried to kill their baby because of their ambition or fight Death over lives or had responsibilities of assistant chief medic-nin of Surgery and Operation Department on their shoulders. Yes, she, Hyuuga Miki, was now somewhere in the upper part of the hospital's administrative structure and rising. The Kage bunshin technique really paid off.
Without shedding a tear much less looking back, she walked out from the room and almost crashed against a panicking nurse.
"You're needed at Operating room five," the nurse said.
She nodded and quickly proceeded to the area. When she got there, the man was already half-dead and bathing in his blood. She paid attention to the medic-nin who gave her quick but informative details of the shinobi's condition while she let her chakra spread to the now slightly cold body.
The injuries were big and the damages bigger and the only way to save the man was to perform Molecular Regeneration Technique which only the first-level licensed medic-nin were allowed to do.
She took a surgical knife and slashed her left palm. With her blood, she drew the character of recipient on the man's chest. And with his blood, she wrote the character for practitioner on both sides of her hands before making hand seals...
When she got home the next day, Shouhei was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The man smiled and said, "I got the bath ready."
"Thanks," she said, glad that today was her husband's day off. She was too tired after the operation which lasted early dawn that she could drop dead anywhere. "Where's Ama-chan?"
Chuckling, he answered, "Doing her usual rounds of morning greetings in the compound." Every morning, their little girl made it a point to greet every Hyuuga family. Amaterasu was just as energetic as her mother was when she was at her age, according to his in-laws. And from what he heard just as optimistic as her blond grandfather was. With her acting like sunshine, Shouhei and Miki never regretted to name her Amaterasu.
She looked at the wall clock. "She's supposed to be done by now."
"She woke up late."
Miki just smiled.
Miki didn't know she had dozed off while soaking in the bath tub until she heard the door slid open and purplish lilac eyes peered from the gap.
"Good morning, Okaasan," Amaterasu said cheerfully.
"Morning too," she replied and beckoned for her daughter to step in.
"Ne, Kiba-jisan said he'll take Ama-chan to the park today. Can I go?"
"What did otousan say?"
"He said 'yes'."
She gently flicked her nose. "Then, you can go."
Amaterasu beamed. Looking at the bath tub filled with water, she asked, "Can I join you there?"
Shouhei paused from slicing a carrot when he heard a childish shriek then followed by Miki's laughter which was soon joined by Amaterasu's. The sounds made him warm at the same time smile.
Sunshine... and music...
-SasuNaru is love-
Kakashi poured himself and Sasuke another glass of rice wine during the latter's visit in his house.
After resigning, Kakashi had returned his hitaeate and was now using an ordinary bandana to cover his Sharingan eye. Like Sasuke, he too was almost blind. His sharingan eye saw everything as blotches of white and black. But his left eyesight wasn't deteriorating as quickly as his former student because unlike the latter he only used the Sharingan in tight situations that demanded him to use it. His minimal usage of the dojutsu was due to the fact that he wasn't an Uchiha thus his body wasn't built for such technique.
"How bad is it now?" the older man asked.
"I now have three more blind spots. Sakura wants me to resign three years from now or early unless I want to get killed in action and make Naruto a widower."
"And?"
"It's still a long way," Sasuke answered indifferently. He draped his arms over the sofa and tilted his head back. "And I have other things to worry about."
A silver eyebrow arched in question. "Such as?"
"The dobe."
Kakashi swirled his glass, watching the translucent liquid going along the slow movement. "What about him?"
Black eyes focused on the hanging and framed picture of Kakashi, Iruka, Naruto and him during their wedding day. "Last night, I caught the dobe writing his last will and testament and instructions for his funeral." He felt so scared and betrayed that he covered it with anger because anger was easier to express and handle.
Although Sasuke's voice was neutral, the retired jounin could tell how mad the other man still was with the tension of his body. "And?"
"We ended up beating each other up." He didn't have to tell his former teacher that their brawl climaxed to a rough and raw sex. But judging by the leer that started appearing on the man's face, he didn't have to. Were they that predictable or was that how Kakashi and Iruka concluded their fights too? Sasuke believed it was the latter.
The silver-haired man looked and sounded serious when he stated, "All the things you felt that time, Naruto certainly felt them every time he accompanies you in your blind training. After all, you're preparing also, aren't you, Sasuke?" This time there was shrewdness and edge to his voice. He watched as Sasuke's eyes widened a miniscule.
"Ridiculous," the dark-haired man snapped and turned his head to the left, definitely sulking. It was ridiculous because he wasn't writing any of those things. Hell, he didn't even think about his funeral much less Naruto's.
Kakashi resisted the urge to giggle the second he noticed the almost non-existing pout shaping Sasuke's lips.
"It's different," he heard the younger man said in a less convincing tone.
"It's different," he repeated again. He had never really thought about that until now and although Kakashi was right, he didn't want to accept that well-made point as of the moment.
Both men expectantly looked at the door as it was opened. They could hear their wives receding chuckle as they made their way inside. In greeting, Kakashi raised his right hand while Sasuke just nodded.
"Guess what we're having for today?" Naruto asked childishly as he made his way to the kitchen, carrying his share of grocery bags.
"I don't know about you guys but I'll have Iruka for dinner."
"Kakashi!" a blushing Iruka protested. But he was more scandalized thinking what the other two men would think about them.
Assuming that Sasuke would say something similar, Naruto threw a warning glare to his spouse's direction.
Sasuke smirked. "I think I'd like to have something new. Eating the same thing over and over can be tiring."
The blonde let out a sigh of relief or was it disappointment?
And although it was just the four of them, they had sukiyaki for dinner that night. The dinner went well, meaning Sasuke and Naruto arguing once in a while and Iruka scolding Kakashi for being perverted.
The Uchiha couple thanked the Hatakes for dinner before they left. The moment the door was shut close, Naruto hurriedly walked, leaving Sasuke behind. Every time the dark-haired man tried to catch up, he would quicken his pace until both of them were brisk walking and then finally breaking into a sprint. He let out a cry of protest when he was slammed against a tree. He let out an indignant noise as one firm thigh was boldly pressed between his own.
"What I said back there at that time was a joke, dobe," Sasuke said. He wasn't stupid. He knew what was bothering Naruto. "And a tasteless one." Dipping his head lower, he whispered in a very low and deep voice, "I still want you. And if you don't believe me, I'm more than happy to show you how much I desire you as if," he paused to nip an earlobe, "as if I haven't tasted your sweetness or felt your warmth."
Naruto gripped Sasuke's shirt as his legs gave out. Those words delivered in his spouse's very potent bedroom voice had cooled his anger and kissed his pain away. He grazed Sasuke's pale neck with his lips before saying, "Even if it's a joke, I don't want to hear it so don't say it again." He knew it was expected and natural for married couples to lose sexual interest in each other and had their love turned to platonic or that of companionship. Even his married friends had fallen to that norm but Naruto couldn't do that... refused to do it because the child in him who had been ignored and hated still thirst for affection and love and because subconsciously, he was still making up to his himself for all the bad things that happened during his childhood through Sasuke's love and need for him. So even if people would comment how weird their relationship was, he wouldn't want it to change. He was comfortable with the way things were running between them and he had gotten used to those times when he and Sasuke would burn the bed, blanket and sheet with their insatiable passion. "Don't say it."
"Not again," Sasuke vowed.
-SasuNaru is love-
Eight-two. In favor of Chie.
Akemi disdainfully glared at his borrowed naginata when Chie scored. The lady was definitely she-devil with her naginata that he wanted to forget about the rules he personally stated and just used taijutsu or ninjutsu to win this spar. As much as he wanted to do that, his goal wasn't winning the spar he casually extended to her but something else.
Chie feinted a direct which Akemi easily fell but the latter immediately caught up and awkwardly blocked the attack before returning it. Lunging forward, he smirked and asked, "Marry me?" And the sudden plead had the effect on his opponent just as he planned.
Chie looked shock and was still wondering if Akemi was serious or not when she found Akemi's blade uncomfortably close to her throat. She tightened her grip on her pole only to realize her hands were empty. Ah, yes her opponent had managed to break into her defense after he rid her of her weapon by using that phrase. It was a brilliant idea and...
"That was cheating," she said.
"Indeed. But I wasn't joking either when I said that. Marry me."
"Huh? Wh-" Chie shut her mouth realizing nothing meaningful was coming from her. The proposal had been unromantic. Worse, it was stated again at blade point. But then again, all their precious milestones with each other were said and done in unromantic scene and Akemi was just keeping tradition and she'd be damn if she won't follow it too.
She looked up and smiled. "Your win."
TBC
And the story get messier as Akemi proposed. What will Makoto do? What will the volatile Kisho do especially when during his confrontation with his brother, Akemi said, "I asked him to be my whore."
Kill...