Shisui Uchiha, age nine, was a curious little boy. His six year old cousin, Itachi, was as much his accomplice and best friend as his rival. His auntie Mikoto was talking to their other cousin, Amaterasu. Amaya was interesting. She'd gone on the beginning of her training journey in September, and she had returned for a winter break to drop off two young girls, who her mother Aishiteru would train.
One was only a year younger than him, her hair was red, and her name was Faith. The other one, that he could see Itachi eying curiously, was a pale blond girl who looked kinda like a Yamanaka, her name was Honor, he believed. Fugaku-Sama had shaken his head at that, but said nothing. Probably, Shisui surmised, in all his wisdom, because both girls had clutched at the obi of Amaya's kimono. Mikoto had pried the girls away, called for Itachi and himself, and was in the process of shooing Amaya to her rest. Fugaku frowned at his young, stubborn clanmate and said the magic words
"Obito returned from a mission yesterday and complained about 'That silver haired bastard getting out of D-ranks because Uncle Katon asked for a sparring opponent.' I assume he is visiting today still." Amaya bowed and hurried away, the soft golden pink kimono flaring around her legs. Dawnstar. Those robes said. Heaving a gusty sigh, wishing he could take the Darkstar test- a test that required the ability to produce black fire, which he didn't have- Shisui stepped up to introduce himself to the redhead.
"Hello. I am Shisui Uchiha." Redhead girl looked him in the eye despite trembling like a leaf.
"Faith Desjardins." Gently taking her arm, Shisui called over his shoulder
"Mikoto-sama, I am taking Faith on a tour of the gardens!" When he turned, he noticed Itachi carefully modulated his voice. Huh.
Seasons turned, headbands were earned, lessons were learned and missions taken. For seven years, just about, Shisui trained as a Steel Acolyte, and then won the title of Steel Son alongside Faith. Protecting someone, who trusted him no matter what, who had even grown to love him- not for his skill with Shunshin, not his money or his looks- it made a lot of things worth it. Kakashi had briefly given both him and Itachi a lecture on protecting Faith and Honor. He had warned them that both girls would take dangerous risks, because no matter how mature they were, they were still teenage girls, still the slightest bit flighty.
Today though, Shisui didn't have to worry about anything. Danzo was out of the village, Itachi was training Sasuke, Honor was visiting with Kakashi and Amaya, and he had Faith all to himself for at least five or six hours. He wanted some play time, and he knew sweetening her mood was a safer bet than simply demanding. To that end, he was waiting in clean nin pants, a plain white t shirt with a normal collar and the knee length jiroken worn by Steel Sons in a vibrant burnt orange-red. The long collarless vest was different, thin and far more ornamental than practical, but the palm size Uchiwa between the shoulder blades excused every impracticality. Shisui sighed because his wife, in name if not often deed, was late. Checking his pocket to make sure he had her favourite treat- dark chocolate covered caramels- he jerked his head up when he heard her call his name. Green eyes sparkling with mischief, Faith Uchiha bounded up to Shisui, her dark haired wonder. Giggling when she saw he even forwent his hitai ate, dark hair spilling over his face in a fringe, she kissed his cheek, tucking the proffered sweet into the sleeve of her kimono and stepping into his personal space, the only person allowed unconditionally, tucked herself against Shisui's chest, slipping easily behind the fabric of his jiroken to wrap her arms around his waist, Faith rested her cheek on his toned chest, relaxing completely as he pulled her as close as he could, resting his own cheek atop her head, her red hair in a low braid.
Hidden in the shadows of a half forgotten inner courtyard of the Uchiha district, the two teenagers took the time to breathe in the moment, ground themselves in each other. Shisui could hardly believe this amazing girl, who would surely become a wonderful woman, given half the chance, still loved him, still drew comfort from him, even as the village girls had increased gawking at Itachi. As if sensing where his train of thought could lead him, Faith growled
"No. You don't get to punish yourself for something you can't control, I won't stand for it." Grimacing, Shisui shifted his grip, and chuckled.
"Thank you." Her burrowing deeper into his chest was the only answer he received.
When the quiet became too much, Faith peeked up at her impassive shinobi. He was lost in thought. Not today. The young kunoichi thought fiercely, knowing her Steel partner too well to permit him to walk dark paths when it wasn't required. Stealthily, she brought her arms out from around Shisui, pushing him with a surge of chakra before running, calling over her shoulder
"Catch me if you can! Winners choice for dessert!" Cursing, Shisui formed a shunshin, catching up only to discover Faith had taken refuge with Amaya and Kakashi, who, he knew from experience, took no prisoners, and would only do what benefitted them. As Amaya normally took care of their household needs since her return, they didn't usually require anything. But if he could offer them something . . . .
. . . . . "I'll trade you an all-expenses paid date to the capital, including travel, for my wife." A slightly breathless Shisui offered ten minutes later. Kakashi nodded to Amaya, whose reply was to grab Faith's arm and thrust her at Shisui.
Throwing her over his shoulder without hesitation, Shisui stormed his way to their private quarters in the married couple section of the district, done with being nice. Every time his pretty brat-wife giggled at the expressions of passerby, he promptly smacked her ass. Definitely not a love tap, but not cruel either. Halfway there, Faith complained
"Shisui, my rear end will be red by the time we get home." Shisui growled as acknowledgement, but was excited to get to the soundproofed apartment. His marriage might be a clan secret, he might be expected to play a charade for a few more years, but they were entitled to the apartment a few times a week.
Bursting through the door to a mercifully clean, Spartan but tasteful apartment, Shisui hurried to the bedroom, pausing only to discard his jiroken and tshirt once he laid Faith on the bed, pinning her with a Sharingan stare. Mesmerized, Faith didn't really care about moving so she didn't protest when a bare chested Shisui pulled her obi down her body, untying the knot before tossing it to above her head. With deliberate slowness, Shisui unwrapped the deep red kimono, under which was a thin golden yellow yukata, and under that was a white, knee lenth shift, strapless but hooked into a battered western corset. Shisui snarled at Faith when he saw the extra two layers.
Lazily, the redhead sat up, bunched up the kimono and yukata, throwing them behind Shisui, unhooking and unzipping the shift, stood so it pooled at her feet, kicking off her sandals, sending the shift after them. Calmly, she untied her braid, unwinding it so it fell down her back, and sending a coy look at Shisui, stepped into the sunlight as she removed her corset and panties. A muscular arm around her waist caused her to yelp, but also distracted her, because Shisui used his opening throw her to the bed, quickly grabbing her wrists and tying them to the bedposts with her long obi. Faith sputtered as her husband straddled her, the fabric of his nin pants rough against her rarely revealed abdomen.
A smirking Shisui slowly climbed down her body, gently pushing her thighs open, but nipping her center for attention before actually beginning his ministrations. Some men felt this was a woman's job, but Shisui preferred pleasuring his wife as their reproduction had been halted- most marriages, especially young ones like their's required a reproductive wait period so the clan could cover costs - she did, after all, take care of practically everything for him now. Loving her, pleasing her, they were little enough price to pay for the stacks of paper seals, always to be found in his vest or pack, that housed indefinitely fresh bentos, the clean apartment, the laundry always being done, his ninja gear bins seeming bottomless, but he knew she made the necessary purchases.
Faith squirmed and screamed around Shisui's tongue and fingers. They hadn't always had an easy rapport in bed, but talking things out, no matter how awkward, had helped. There were still moments of awkwardness, where one or both couldn't get off, or she passed out from pleasure. That last had gotten a catlike expression of smugness from Shisui. Although they had had sex with penetration, more often they pleasured each other. Amaya had told Faith repeatedly that sex required experimentation, and that it was rarely perfect on the first try.
When she came, back arching as her feet drilled a pair of snake eyes into Shisui's shoulders, she gasped for air.
"Shisui, can we . . . ?" Sharingan eyes returned to black with shock.
"Jutsu." The black haired teenager rasped, quickly divesting himself of pants, sandals and boxers. Dropping a kiss on his wife's mouth in silent apology for asking her to perform a jutsu with her hands tied. Quickly working through the seals, Shisui returned to his wife only after the contraceptive jutsu was complete.
Faith shuddered as Shisui palmed her, using his fingers to open her, repeatedly hitting her g spot, drawing moans and half strangled cries from her. Levering himself into place, Shisui's first thrust was savagely brutal. Wide eyed, Faith screamed from the mix of pleasure and pain.
Shisui rode her hard, eventually, clumsily untying her hands, shunting the screams to moans with his kiss. Faith's body gave out under him as she came, and he came after her, releasing his semen in a thick stream.
Panting, it took several minutes for the teenagers to become aware again, but when they did, Shisui stared down at his wife. His unique eyes bored into the green of hers. She smiled, whispered for him to sleep, and holding her tight, he did. She followed not long after.