Finally done the 2nd to last chapter… I guess I lied last time. The next chapter will be the last, and it will lead to the sequel. Yay! Now to write it…
This one includes a sex scene, so don't read it if you don't like it. It is graphic but not hard core. Sorry, but that's why I wrote this story in the first place… to act as a vent for my overactive imagination. It's pretty obvious where it begins, and it ends where Kakashi's personalities start arguing in his head.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would be one happy cookie.
Enjoy!
Oh… and sorry for the not-so Japanese names again… yeah… my bad.
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When they neared the Main Den, Kia got down to lead the way. She walked straight through a patch of thorny vines, then turned around, remembering to say something.
"Don't worry. Most of this brush is an illusion. The trees are real though." She led the long line of people into a massive clearing. Most stopped and stared with wonder.
Before them was a cliff on the side of the mountain. A gaping hole marked the entrance of the largest cavern Kakashi had ever seen. Even with every wolf and human inside, there was plenty of room to spare.
Once they were settled, unease seemed to spread over the entirety of the cave.
One man eyed the corner where a group of smaller wolves were silently finishing their meals.
"What are you lookin' at, human?" growled a tall gray male.
"Mensa," warned another, older wolf who had been part of the rescue team.
"Just seein' what sets civilization apart from savages," replied the man coolly.
"You might want to shut up. Us savages have pretty sharp teeth," snarled Mensa.
"Not as sharp as out knives."
"You wanna bet?"
"Sorry, I don't make wages with inferior creatures. It's unfair to think they can make informed decisions."
The wolf snarled and lunged, faster than any man could block. There was a thud and a snap, and Mensa suddenly flew backwards.
"Blood Moon…" he whined as he nursed his sore jaw.
Kia crouched in a fighting position, coldly surveying the young wolf.
When she spoke, it came as a growl.
"If you ever do that again, I will have your head. Got it?"
"Blood Moon-dono," an older female spoke, "Mensa is young and rash, but he has a point. I do not want these humans near my pups."
"And I don't want those wolves near my children!" shouted a man from the crowd.
"Shut up," Kakashi retorted with a bored-with-death-as-an-undertone voice.
"In case you've forgotten," added Kurenai, "they took you in. You have no homes to go back to."
"Shut up, Kunoichi!" the man snarled.
There was a metallic thunk as he flew against the wall. Asuma stood coolly in his place, his fists clenched around the (thankfully) handle side of his specialized knives.
"Never talk back to Kurenai," he stated in the same tone Kakashi had used.
"As much as you hate it, she's right," continued Gai, "you won't survive out in this storm."
"Let's push 'em out there and see how well they swim," muttered one of Mensa's friends. Tsuma quickly silenced him, but there were more to take his place.
The shinobi and top-ranked wolves stood in the middle of two slowly growing mobs. The sound of arguments shook the ceiling of the cave as mutters grew to yelling matches. The anger buzzed in their ears, and both humans and wolves crouched to lunge. Finally, a Valley-nin called out "Fucking monsters!" and lunged. The fight had started.
But it wouldn't last long.
"All of you! Sit down and SHUT UP!" A huge voice boomed through the cavern. No one said anything but watched the silhouette of a wolf, almost Tsuma's size, in the entrance. Nearly all of the wolves and many humans sat down quickly.
The form slowly moved in, revealing a white coat and piercing blue eyes. She surveyed the scene, and at long last she spoke.
"My pups will have their rest, and they can't do that with everyone yelling. Mensa!" The now shy wolf trembled as he stepped forward. "Go get the meat from the stores." She growled off a list of names from his group of friends. "You help him. Forest Clan! Fire Clan! You will gather fire wood and light up this den. Water Clan! Fetch the pelts so they can have something to sit on. Wind Clan! Dry them off and make sure none of them have hypothermia."
The men who had led the fight chucked snidely at the scramble to complete various tasks.
"What are you laughing at? The ten of you will go with some Earth Clan members to dig a latrine."
The men stopped laughing.
"You can't order us around!"
The white wolf stopped and set a cold gaze on him.
"What did you say?" she snorted.
The man swallowed hard and ran to catch up with the others sent to do his task.
"Dark Clan! Go find the big pots from the old shrine and bring them back full of water. We need something to cook in."
Once she had finished assigning roles to everyone but the youngest, oldest and the exhausted shinobi and wolf leaders, she moved over to Tsuma.
"Blizzard, my love, I couldn't live without you."
He muzzled her cheek and she moved to a corner where she lay down.
"Blizzard is Tsuma's mate," explained Kia to the still shocked shinobi.
Kakashi noticed a bandage on her right foreleg. No wonder Kia was so grateful for his surrender the other day in the woods.
A small noise came from a tunnel be hind the white wolf. Tsuma wagged his tail proudly as strong, healthy pups made their way up to suckle their mother. A black male with white tips on his paws, tail, and ears followed them up and sat beside Kia.
"Thank you for keeping them quiet, Jirah."
"I'll do anything to keep them safe, father," he said as he lay down. "There are so many humans!"
"We have to thank you for letting them stay here."
"In times of flood or fire, even warring packs will grant each other safe haven, or at least safe passage," said a red male wolf.
"I'm Blaze, leader of the Fire Clan," he added.
The other clan leaders introduced themselves: Daar of Storm, Blizzard led Water, Avi of Wind, Ganta of the Forest, and Terras of Earth.
Soon, the cavern was filled with the smell of stews cooking, and the pups and children paved the way for human/wolf friendship by playing games of tag and tug-o-war.
The first of the stews were being served to the children when, at 9:30, a young Forest Clan wolf bounded in out of the rain.
"Tsuma-dono! Blood Moon-sama!" he panted, "Gravekeep's house is getting flooded!"
Kia sprang out the entrance with Kakashi, Gai, Tsuma, Blaze, and Daar on her heels.
They arrived at the cabin to find it an island in the middle of a churning, muddy river.
The wolves and shinobi easily cleared the water and began to take the refugees across one by one. After all the others had safely landed on the sturdy bank, Kia and Kakashi helped Gravekeep onto Tsuma's back.
With one powerful leap, the black wolf cleared the river.
"Time to go back, I think," stated Kakashi as he grabbed a pack of supplies for the den.
"Definitely!" said Kia with a smile. She was panting with overexertion.
The leaf-nin braced himself to jump, but Kia caught his sleeve. A huge rush of water, its sound drowned out by the storm, surged through and engulfed their landing. He could hear another wave coming and pulled Kia to him and jumped to the closer bank. Behind him he could gear the cabin crashing downstream.
"Kia!" howled Tsuma.
"We're fine!" she yelled back. "But the river is way too wide to jump!"
"We have to get the humans back to Main Den!" howled Daar.
"It's alright! We'll go to the Northeast Den for tonight and try to cross tomorrow!"
Another surge of water forced them out of talking range, but a flash of lightning showed the wolves carrying the humans to safety.
"Ah! The seeds of youth will be dancing tonight!" Kakashi calmly took the crackly voice of Gai over his wireless out of his ear. "Make sure you get some sleep!" He threw it into the river and followed Kia, who was wandering through the woods ahead of him.
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It took them until ten to find the smaller shelter. Kakashi lit a fire while Kia pulled a piece of wrapped meat and some bread from the pack.
She pulled off her loose, off-white over shirt, revealing a black, low-backed halter top, and a white bandage wrapped around her upper left arm.
Kakashi tried not to stare at the skin tight, slightly wet top, and he definitely didn't notice the fact that two certain parts of her body had reacted to the cold rain. He busied himself by cooking a stew in an old pot they had found in the back of the den. She had explained how she collected such "human" objects when she was younger.
When at last the meal was done cooking, he filled two bowls and pulled down his mask to eat. After a few bites, he looked up at the girl sitting next to him. She was looking over his face with a not-so-hidden shocked expression.
"If you don't eat, you'll need more time to recover," he said, returning to his meal (and smirking inwardly).
She looked down at her bowl, and slowly reached for her mask. She was obviously hesitant to remove it, Kakashi noted as he pretended to be interested in a chunk of meat in his bowl. Finally, she slid up the white porcelain, just past her top lip, and drank hungrily at the broth. She quickly finished and hastily reached to re-cover her face.
Kakashi, who had silently shifted closer while the mask obscured her vision, reached over and stopped her hand. She froze and sat there, quivering slightly. Gently, he wiped a drop off her lip. To his credit, it did exist.
A tear fell from under her mask and brushed delicately down her cheek. A feeling of protective concern washed over the jonin as he slid even closer, removing her mask the rest of the way and wiping her eyes at the same time. He gently embraced her as she quietly shook with tears.
"Hey," he whispered, "what's this? It's ok. It's all over now. You can go back to the village if you want to now. Your pack is no longer in danger. Why the tears, little one?"
He held her back ever so slightly for her answer.
"Your mission is over now. Now that I found someone who actually cares, you have to go back."
Her face was beautiful when she cried. He wondered how it would look when she actually laughed. He held her closer and wiped the tears off of her cheeks with his thumbs.
"Listen to me, Kia. I will never leave you. I promise. Whenever you need me, I'll be there."
He leaned forward and kissed her eyelids. He heard her breath catch as she sat back slightly, shocked.
All he could do was sit in front of her, waiting nervously for a response.
Slowly, cautiously, Kia leaned forward. His heartbeat quickened, and he could hear hers do the same. So close now, his eyes half closed. She came impossibly close without touching him, pausing to gather the rest of her courage. After and eternity of waiting, her soft lips touched his and they seemed to mesh together.
Kakashi brought his arms around her and kissed her deeply. When she let out a moan that shook his being, he lost all thought of stopping. Slowly, he lay her back on a soft mattress of a worn pelt, with his body lightly resting on hers. She unzipped his vest, and he shrugged it off. Her hands caressed his chest, slowly moving down to his tightening abs. He shivered as she slipped her hand under his thin shirt and brought it over his head and arms.
The jonin felt a wave of playful curiosity wash over him. Between the open mouthed kisses he placed on her neck, he searched for the bandage on her arm. He could not smell any blood on her, and the white strips of cloth seemed to taunt him. Reaching for the tie that held it together, he felt her tense suddenly. Nope, nope. Not good. He removed his hand from her arm and gripped her head, nearly crushing her mouth with his as he sought to bring her back to the right mood. She shuddered and moaned again as he gently scraped her tongue over his canine. He smiled into the kiss as he felt her melt into him again. I know your soft spot! His inner voice sang as he moved on to bigger, more exciting targets.
Gently grabbing the top of her pants, he unbuttoned them. Slowly, he slipped them down and off, tracing his hand lightly up the inside of her thighs. He teasingly stopped short and skipped up to her tight shirt, peeling it off her now sweat-soaked body. Her breasts hardened wantonly as he ran his thumb over them, begging him for more attention.
He bent over her, taking a firm bud gently into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back at the sensation, slipping her hands down the back of his pants and shorts. He helped her remove them very willingly, and revealed to her his obvious desire.
Finally, he grasped the top of her panties, teasing her with deliberately slow movements. He brought a hand between her legs, where he could feel her hot arousal. He slid a finger into her wetness, causing her to bring her hips up with need. She ground her thigh into his member, and he shakily took a calming breath.
Carefully, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. He could feel her virginity, not because of a barrier, which had probably long been broken due to her active profession, but by the incredible tightness he felt as he entered. He moved as slowly as he could bring himself to, kissing her hard to rid her of any pain.
Once she relaxed again, he kissed her with barely more pressure than a breath, from her neck to her breasts, and her need reemerged. He pulled out slightly and pressed into her, receiving an encouraging moan. His speed increased with his need to feel her more, and she rose to meet him. Finally, when his need had built up so he felt as if he could stand it no longer, he felt his body reaching its limits. With much effort to restrain himself, he brought his thumb to the bud between her legs, flicking over it in time with his now uncontrolled thrusts. Her head flew back and her back arched as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. With a cry, he felt her close around her, and he came as well, unable to hold himself any longer. As he felt his warm seed spread into her, he silently thanked any storm deity he could think of for bringing them together and forcing the world out. The storm had made her his. His to protect, his to keep, his forever.
At long last, they collapsed in a pile of warm and tangled skin. She nestled in, close to his warmth, and drifted off. He gathered her protectively against him and murmured a quiet promise before reaching down and pulling up a blanket to cover them.
Not wanting to fall asleep quite then, he let his eyes wander along her sleeping form. Once again, he settled on the bandage on her left arm.
No. She asked you not to.
But she was scared.
Yeah. When you tried to take it off.
But what if she's hurt?
There's no blood. Don't. You shouldn't mess this up. You don't want to ruin such a pretty sight.
You know if she's hurt she won't tell us.
She's not hurt. She didn't flinch in pain. Stop it. Curiosity killed the cat.
What if it isn't a physical injury?
Curiosity killed the cat.
What if she can't do anything about it?
Curiosity killed the cat.
What if it's a curse mark?
… curiosity… cats…
I've always been a dog person myself.
Slowly, he reached over to her arm. If she was in trouble, he would help her. No matter what.
Gripping the edge of the fabric, he slowly pulled down. He caught a glimpse of the inverse of Tsuma's scar tattooed on her arm before everything went black.
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Well, that was fun to write. I personally love Blizzard… she's a character I've had in my head for a long, long time. The next chapter will be a bit confusing, but hey, that's been in my head for a long time too.
Please review, and thanks to those who have taken the 30 seconds or less that it takes and done so. I really appreciate it.