webweaver - Ah; I look forward to really long and involved reviews. It shows that I'm doing something right and you're actually interested, ne? Anywho, I told you it was part two, huh. Hope this chapter's alright for you...hm, wonder what you'd have to say to THIS one.
shin2ashura - ItaNaru is great, isn't it? Anywho; I always TRY to get a chapter out fast. Doesn't mean that I always can, ya know. ;-p BUT, I will continue and finish it, even if it seems like I won't.
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phantomshadowdragon - The 'pale hand' is Itachi's. Naruto had tan skin so if he slapped 'Tachi-kun, it would be 'rushing to connect his tan hand with Itachi's face.' Therefore, Naru-chan just followed the path from Itachi's hand to his face. XD Like Itachi would be so impassive when slapped...well, maybe...
WARNING: I've been told to warn people if there is going to be citrus-like goings on, so; there will be (disturbing) masturbation in this chapter.
NARUTO
Sasuke was fuming.
Sakura could hear him from the tent she was required to stay in until all was ready for her appearance. She knew that only one thing could make him this uncharacteristically angry: Naruto. Even when the Kyuubi container tried to move on and separate himself from them, he was still the unspoken part of her and Sasuke's relationship.
And she hated it.
Today, Sakura had already chosen Sasuke over one friend and she didn't know if she had the strength to do it again. She was falling apart and she had no one to talk to because she was pushing them all far away from her. Why when this was the only thing she'd ever wanted; the only thing she'd ever dreamt; did it feel so utterly wrong?
After Ino's visit the day before, Sasuke had demanded her removal as the maid of honour or face the removal of himself as the groom. Naturally, she didn't have time to tell the blond girl before this morning, when she'd shown up at her parent's front door to bring her here. And even then, with the girl so beautiful and friendly, she couldn't say a thing. The pale blue of the kimono she wore brought out the depth of her eyes, whilst the deep purple floral design was her favourite colour.
And it suddenly clicked that Ino had arranged virtually everything. She had provided the flowers and worked with a shop's designer on the kimonos; the wedding wouldn't even exist as it was without her. Even her own Kimono, with the pale pink and royal blue folds, was her idea. Sakura had finally decided to keep her maid of honour, until she saw her husband to be.
She couldn't lose Sasuke.
So Ino had to go.
Underneath the cold look and acceptance of her dismissal, there was a hurt and rebellious girl. Handing over the small bouquet of flowers, that were a part of Ino's huge wedding gift of floral decorating, she calmly turned and walked away. But Sakura knew and watched the blonde run desperately across the perfectly lawn that Ino had designed; once past the thin sheet of the tent's entrance.
If she threw away Naruto, too, the others would fall away quicker than she could even come up with a believable reason as to why; instead of the truth of jealousy and selfishness. What kind of friend had she become? She promised to look after both her team mates, yet still openly favoured one. She'd reconciled with Ino, only to dismiss her like a broken toy that had lost it's usefulness.
Could she survive a relationship with Sasuke...if it was her only relationship? When she'd come so far and done so many thoughtless things, why was it now that she doubted herself? Could it be because that even on her wedding day, Sasuke was losing a chase upon someone else? The suspicions she'd had about Sasuke and Naruto's relationship were all but confirmed.
If Naruto avoided Sasuke now, did that mean that they were an item before she even came into the picture? The designated resignation that Naruto had shown when he first learnt of them...Could they have still been dating then? Why hadn't Naruto said anything? Sure, she would have been sad; a little betrayed; completely heartbroken, but...
And that's when she realised she'd already lost Naruto.
She'd lost him the moment he knew of them.
Sasuke seethed as he still felt the presence of two of his ANBU guards outside of his tent. The other, he guessed, went off to report or trail this 'Benito' that Naruto was with. He chuckled in satisfaction that his strength required two guards, while that guy only got one. Obviously, Naruto was downgrading.
His arrogance didn't last long as he thought about the unfazed expression on the stranger's face in response to his attack. Quickly, his anger resurfaced to his blazing eyes, though he sat languidly in his quarters; alone with his killing intent. To kill a man in front of a crowd full of people and get away with it was a challenge he'd have to take. He simply refused to let that red-head carry on thinking that Naruto belong to him in any way.
Though he'd never admit to it, the instability of his curse seal had been effecting the control of his emotions. Embracing his hate and anger had become second nature and now Sasuke redirected it to form a plan, flawless enough for his family name. The man that thought he had the right to fuck around with his Naruto was as good as dead. A malicious smirk settled upon his face as he imagined forcing Naruto to watch as his 'fiancéé' was killed mercilessly for the little blonde's punishment.
Well...part of his punishment, he thought, taking his half-hard member from the folds of his own kimono. Even fat, in his rebellious orange, woman's kimono, Naruto looked completely fuckable. If over-looking the fact of the blond's size increase wasn't love, he didn't know what was. Besides, despite the half-hearted attempts of stopping him, because of his ridiculous morals, it was obvious Naruto was desperate for him.
Yes, for the other half of his punishment, Naruto would be hung from the ceiling in the centre of the Uchiha's underground chambers by thick black chains, completely tamed and restrained. Spreading his nimble fingers over the head of his bared organ, Sasuke imagined fucking his kitsune's face and forcing the naive dobe to pleasure him; his come shooting rapidly down a gagging throat as tears drenched scarred cheeks.
Just the thought of it sent Sasuke into a frenzied state, using the images bought from the thought as a guide to his current masturbating fantasy. A fantasy which he fully intended on creating as a reality very soon with the only other character. As Sasuke beat-off, he imagined all the places his come would grace and all the areas he could shove his dick into and against tan skin; his arousal only increasing.
Distantly, the youngest Uchiha wondered how long a person could survive a diet of come only. Because, once the blond was chained up and spread ready for him, he wouldn't be let down until every inch of that gained fat was gone and he once again had hipbones to bruise in the raven's relentless grip and ruthless pounding. Grasping his pulsing cock harder, Sasuke embraced his oncoming orgasm.
Yes; it will be wondrous...
NARUTO
Haha - downgrading my ass. XD Sorry, just had to said, just like saying Sasuke's a disturbing, dillusional bastard. I'm done now.
TIMELINE
October - (Late) SasuNaru begins.
November - (Early) Pregnant, (Around 10th) Party, (Mid) Day mission, SasuIno (Late) Mission starts.
December - (Early) Mission ends, Sakura Pregnant, (Week later) SasuSaku marriage told, Naruto moves teams, (Late) Failed visits, Observe NejiHina, KakaNaru talk.
January - (Early) Kakashi makes a lie, NejiHina told to be false. (Mid) Sakura tries visiting. (Week later) last failed visit.
February - (Early) Questions of father stop, (Mid) Sakura's baby's sex, Sasu rapes Naru, Naru moves. (Late) Meets Sakura, Stops training.
March - (Mid) Finds Itachi, Saves Itachi, finds Itachi's curse seal, InoSaku talk, Stag do (interrogation), SasuSaku wedding
August - (Early) Naru's due date.
September - (Early) Sakura's due date.
In order of occurrences (bold is this chapter), tell me if I've missed anything and I'll add more as it's revealed.