Youkai no Bikou (Naruto x DXD)
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=[Self Reflection]=
4
How troublesome. Such a remark was something that Shikamaru Nara, one the smartest person he ever had the pleasure of befriending, would say whenever there was an opportunity.
"How troublesome," Naruto repeated the thought on his mind as he strolled at a leisure pace along the furnished and ornamented hallway of the palace.
The time he'd spent debating with the leader of other clans on the matter of his wife was troublesome and excruciating pointless. It wasn't entirely a waste of time to call such a meeting as it'd demonstrated clearly his social and political power to his satisfaction. With that firmly stated, the recent meeting was exceedingly disappointing and frustrating to say the least.
Even with more than a decade had passed, the political landscape remained relatively unchanged. He knew from the first glance that each and every one of the clan leaders had their own hidden agenda regardless of what they might say during the meeting. They were like a tall strand of grass in an open field, swaying fully in whichever direction that the incoming gentle breeze came from.
Gentle breeze was not the word to use in his case, however. Unlike Yasaka, he was a raging typhoon that could flatten and grind them all to dust with little effort. He actually had to restrain himself from killing several of them outright as a bloody example for belittling his abducted wife when Kunou became an off limit topic.
"I agreed. It is troublesome, Naruto-dono," the old Tengu acknowledged wholly while accompanying him down the corridor from the side. The old man was probably the only person who was thoughtful and sincere throughout the meeting while every clan's leader constantly dwelled into meaningless and violent bickering. "Yasaka-hime has to deal with them every single day, but I must say that today was different. They usually do not agree on anything."
Naruto simply leered at the old mountain youkai from the corner of his eyes. He blinked once and took a full second to ponder inwardly why he never got the long time servant's actual name. The Tengu was old when he and Yasaka were children decades ago, and he was already old when Kyoto was the imperial capital where the blessed emperor of Japan resided centuries ago.
How many generations did such a person had served?
"Karasu, are you implying something?" Naruto asked and stopped by the wide window to examine the busy bodies outside. They were working on rebuilding the central building that he and a few unwanted guests had trashed several hours ago.
Speaking of unwanted guest, that highly optimistic girl with twin-tailed black hair was trying to gain an audience with him. He had told her to go away quite aggressively, but she remained persistent.
"I do not imply anything, Naruto-dono," Karasu replied. Karasu was not his actual name, but it was close enough since his race was called Karasu Tengu.
"You do not imply anything huh," Naruto responded with a frown. "I suppose what you meant to say is dealing with other clans was not the only troublesome task she has to do daily, and yet she still has the time to see me each day without fail. But why then, I only give her more headaches?"
"My deepest apology, Naruto-dono, I honestly do not imply anything of sort," Karasu asserted hastily with a sweat drop. Some very alarming memories from the distant past flashed in his mind, reminding him that the blond was not stupid in any sense.
Letting out a deep sigh, Naruto turned away from the window and continued down the hall towards his destination. "No one… not even a small formal notice from the Nekomata clan came. It has been a while since I last talked to them, not counting the years I've been gone. I suppose they are still furious at me for not accepting their proposal."
It was not a question, but Karasu could see the deep yearning along with bearing sadness in those blue and golden eyes. Karasu was there when Naruto - or Kurama then - choose to stay with Yasaka in Kyoto against the request of Nekomata elders during their migration, effectively abandoning the prestige and lineage that his heritage and bloodline could bring to the clan. Things might have played out differently if he went with Kurohime , the black princess, instead.
Karasu gave a humble bow out of deep remorse. "With all respect, those from the Nekomata clan cannot be contact through normal means at the moment."
"Not one can be contacted?" Naruto questioned. He remembered there were a few still living in inner city Kyoto before he went with the Sage of the Sixth Paths to the Elemental Nation. Even only a handful in numbers, they were still considered as a clan nonetheless. "Did all of them migrate to Tokyo?"
Karasu remained silent as he could hear the phantom droplet of waters slamming all its might against the cold hard stone. A dark gripping memory that he wanted to forget had resurfaced in his mind once more. He knew it would continue to haunt him endlessly.
"Please understand that Kurama-dono will not see you no matter how long you waited," Karasu told the black-haired teenager before the gate into the palace.
She had been kneeling at the same spot for more than couple of days even through the pouring and chilling rain. Her golden eyes had long lost its shine while her face drenched in liquids; tears from the heaven and her own had mixed.
She shook her head rapidly, spraying the liquid outwards. "Why? It doesn't make any sense. Why won't Kura-nii come out? He promised he will always be there for me no matter what! No matter what… he promised. Please… if he won't come out, then at least he should see his flesh and blood!"
"Flesh and blood!? Please, Kuroka-sama. This is not a joking matter," Karasu said with alarm. "What you mean by that?"
"Tell Kuro-nii that Shirone will be executed if he won't help. His… daughter will be executed. Please help me… please… I don't care what happen to me, but at least he should save his daughter. She is the last of pure bloodline, please help me," Kuroka beseeched desperately while pulling against the old man's robe.
Karasu pursed his lips when he heard about Shirone's name. The white-haired girl was a taboo subject around the palace ever since she was born.
"Even if I wanted to help, Kurama-dono won't see you. He cannot see you right now no matter how long you waited," Karasu clarified. "He has been missing from the capital for several years now. No one knows where he went. Yasaka-hime believed he had run off to Tokyo to see Kurohime, but that seems unlikely the case if you're here requesting to see him."
"No… that can't be… you're lying. Please tell me you're lying," Kuroka begged, shaking her head rapidly, refusing to believe.
"I am telling the truth, Kuroka-sama. That is why you won't be able to see him no matter how long you waited here," Karasu answered.
She lost her grip on the robe, letting her hands fall on the ground. "No, I don't believe you. Yasaka must stop him from coming out… why is she still upset with my mother? Why is she still holding a grudge after all these years? Kuro-nii left me and my mother for her. She has won, but she still not satisfies!?"
Before Karasu could calm down the girl, her golden eyes sharpened as the damped stone cracked under her rapidly increasing strength. She glared up at the palace beyond the closed gate as anger filled her being.
"KURAMA! IF YOU DON'T COME OUT! I WILL DESTROY THIS PLACE!" She roared furiously as she dashed passed the shocked Tengu and into the palace's ground by breaking through the gate. For someone so young, Kuroka was releasing far more power than most well-trained youkai under the art of Senjutsu.
"Stop! You can't barge in like -
He was unable to conclude his warning as Kuroka was sent flying backward and crashed into the soaking earth some distant away. Without a second thought, he flew towards the girl as she pulled herself upright shakily with heavy and ragged panting. He noticed the bloods began to soak her dirty attire from somewhere underneath and at multiple places. It must have been from recent wounds.
He shook his head disapprovingly. "Even if you're not injured, barging into the palace like that will only get yourself killed, Kuroka-sama."
"I don't care! I have to see Kurama… Kura-nii," Kuroka called out while looking at the menacing gate guardians. The creatures were made of pure flames with multiple tendrils swaying ominously behind them. Their fiery form did not distort even the slightest even standing in a puddle of water.
"Please listen to me. Even if you somehow manage to turn the palace upside down, Kurama-dono is not inside," Karasu asserted.
"No… you're lying. I must see him. There's no time left," Kuroka sobbed heartedly. She didn't want to come here, but she had tried everything she could to save her sister and failed. "Please Kura-nii… why won't you see me?"
"He won't come out no matter how much you call him," a third person beyond the gate responded. With the cue, the flaming beasts dissipated and vanished from view, revealing a golden hair woman with matching pair of golden eyes behind them. In turn, a miniature version of her was peaking behind her legs curiously.
"Yasaka-hime," Karasu acknowledged and flew to the side of his master. He looked at the small child and smiled warmly. "Kunou-hime. Please come with me."
"But, Kunou wants to stay here with mother," Kunou refused while shaking her head cutely. She then blinked and tilted her head while examining Kuroka. "She looks familiar… I have seen her somewhere before… oh I remember. She was in one of the rooms! There was a really big portrait of her hanging on the wall."
Letting out a reflexive gasp, Kunou covered her mouth with both hands adorably and stared up at her mother.
"Kunou," Yasaka said with a darkened expression. "I've told you that room is off limit. Why do you keep disobeying me?"
"Kunou is sorry. Kunou promised Kunou won't enter there again," Kunou apologized while looking down at the ground in shame.
"Promises," Yasaka muttered and nudged her daughter towards the Tengu. "Do not mention the portrait ever again. Do you understand?"
"… yes, mother," Kunou said, nodding.
Once Karasu took Kunou back into the palace, Yasaka had narrowed the distant between her and Kuroka in a single step. What exactly went on between them, he did not know since he wasn't there personally. He only knew Kuroka left the inner capital soon afterward.
Unthinkable tragedy struck a few days afterward, where the already declining Nekomata across the country was driven to the brink of extinction by the devils. Retribution as they had called it while Kuroka was never heard from again.
Letting out a deep sigh, he was wise enough to understand such secret could not be buried forever. One day, it will come to light, but right now, he didn't want to do anything that could jeopardize the upmost safety of Yasaka. "Their total population has sharply decreased in the recent years with only a handful remains. Where those are right now is a mystery."
"Only a handful remains." Naruto frowned, knowing and fearing that Nekomata would be extinct one day soon. "My mother forsakes her own obligation and eloped with my father against all the objections from each of their clans. It was stupid to do something like that out of impulse, but I believed she was happy in the end."
"It's funny that I did the same even though she took me in when I had nowhere to go." Inhaling deeply, Naruto pondered if the choices he made back then were the right choice. "I really hope she will forgive me one day."
"I believed Kurohime has already forgiven you, Naruto-dono," Karasu asserted, remembering the black-haired and golden eyes princess of the Nekomata that was illustrated on a wall portrait that he had to take down. He swallowed the guilt for not revealing that Kurohime had passed away years before Kurama's disappearance. It was rumored to be at the same time that Shirone was born, which led many to speculate she'd died during labor.
"Forgive an old man's rambling, but what is done is done, Naruto-dono," Karasu advised. "Perhaps one should look ahead to the future and stop making any more irreversible mistake."
"Irreversible mistake… I am working on it, so stop dropping hint already," Naruto responded as he approached the massive double doors. Two dark blue-haired females with emerald eyes, dressed in very revealing clothing that accent their beautiful figure while revealing much of their busty chest, stood outside the chamber. They might as well be twins due to their features and similarity.
Naruto was not in the mood for sexual favor. "I am incredibly exhausted so unless it is a matter of most important, leave it to tomorrow."
"But, Naruto-sama, we are here to -
Naruto narrowed his eyes, causing the air to electrified, forcing them to flinch in fear. "I don't care who puts you two up to this. When you return back there, tell your master that I will only sent your pretty head back next time. Do you understand?"
"Yes… we understand, Naruto-sama," they both said in visible fright. With a simple wave of his hand to dismiss them, both of the buxom girls allowed to leave hastily.
Karasu was amused at their retreat before forming a smirk. "That will not be the last of them, Naruto-dono. I believed there will be more from each clan, wishing to attend you throughout the night. What should I do with them?"
"Sent them back in any way you can," Naruto growled.
"That will be difficult as some of them have the ability to phrase through walls," Karasu pointed out.
"Then tell them that if for whatever reason I find anyone else in my room during the night, I will consider they are assassins and will be disposed of," Naruto retorted darkly.
"I believed that knowledge will do it," Karasu said with a nod. "If Yasaka-hime was here, her presence alone would make them think twice before trying something like that this."
"You do know you sounded like a broken record, keep reminding me of the same thing over and over again," Naruto said with annoyance. He pushed open the door to the chamber and took a few steps inside. "Your loyalty to Yasaka is unquestionable, but what about your loyalty to me."
Naruto cocked his head back at the old Tengu. "Is she really mine?"
"Yes," Karasu answered after a brief pause. "Kunou-hime is -
"There is no need to elaborate further," Naruto interjected and closed the door fully behind him. "The damn Tengu is hiding something."
He let out a sigh and took a minute to examine the interior of the room, realizing his personal chamber had changed over the years. The furniture had been shifted around the room with a few had been replaced. Most of the paintings and portraits along the walls were missing entirely. He quickly made a mental note to find out where they were in the morning as the illustration of his beautiful mother was among them.
He approached the end of the room and dropped flatly back on the bed, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets beneath his fingers. It was just like he remembered as the bedding had never been changed. It felt comfortable and nostalgic as the nights he spent sleeping alone in this room had increased with each passing years.
"This is a bit disappointing," a voice in his mindscape called out after giving a prolong yawn. "I thought the room would be bigger or more luxurious. You're being the leader of an entire region and all."
"This is just a personal chamber I used from time to time so I like to keep it simple and without all the pointless extravagant," Naruto responded while rubbing his eyes wearily. "The luxurious chamber that you're looking for is further down the hall."
"Why would I be looking for it," Kurama snorted. "The mindscape is far more comfortable and relaxing than anything existed outside, and I can change it to whatever I like."
"Using my mindscape as your personal playground," Naruto muttered lowly. "I'm going to kick you out of it one day."
"Huh? It's not like I'm living here for free," Kurama defended. "I always pay my rent and kept the place tidy and clean. Without me, it's going to be a dump like the sewer again, rotting your brain."
Naruto rolled his eyes since most of what it had said was true enough. Kurama did pay rent in a sense for the usage of his mindscape, and having someone to confide in was always nice. "Are you not tired? We just expended an enormous amount of chakra creating a couple millions of clones."
"Nah, I'm perfectly fine. While you were talking with your underlings about stupid boring stuff, I took a long nap and recovered much of my powers back," Kurama said. "You, on the other hand, still needed to recuperate. Having a real physical body required such high maintenance."
"Well, I'm terribly sorry for being alive and not an ageless monster of destruction like you," Naruto jested. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take a good night rest now. When I'm in deep sleep, don't just take my body out for a joyride for no reason. I fucking hate it when I get blamed for some stupid shits I have no knowledge of."
"Tsk… that was only one time to test if it was actually possible to do so!" Kurama growled.
"It's twice," Naruto corrected.
"What? Twice? Bullshit, when did… ohhhh… Alright, that was my bad. I thought someone was trying to kill you. Since you're such a heavy sleeper and didn't notice, I had to take control."
"Well, you thought wrong, idiot. At least check who it was before sending her flying across the village and destroying half of my room in the process."
"… Hey! I distinctively remembered apologizing for that mishap," Kurama retorted in annoyance. "And it wasn't my fault entirely. It's just because everyone grown so damn weak. The only person that's worth something back in the Elemental Nation is the blasted Uchiha, and it's kind of depressing for me to say that."
Naruto didn't reply to the fox's comment since it was simply stating fact. No one in the Elemental Nation could match his and Sasuke's power. He then closed his eyes and entered a much needed and blissful sleep. It wasn't a dreamless sleep, however. The plethora of suppressed memories in his mind began to unraveled.
"There is no need for you to do that, especially with only the two of us here," Yasaka advised as she helped him off the ground. She was wearing a milky white kimono with silver linings and animalistic patterns. Her vibrant golden hair was elaborately braided without obscuring her perfectly framed face as starling golden eyes gazed deeply into his eyes, effectively locking them in place and stopping them from wandering about.
He loved her more dearly than he had the courage to admit, and he knew in the moment that he did not make the wrong choice of staying in Kyoto with her. Perhaps, the moment he laid his eyes upon her when they were children, he was charmed. He admitted she was beautiful then, and on their wedding night, she was indescribably stunning.
"Yasaka-hime," he began softly, slowly pronouncing each syllable, but she interrupted him by pressing her index finger lightly upon his lips.
"Please don't call me that," Yasaka requested, removing her finger from his lips. "Such title is for those that serve me. You are not my servant. You are my husband. From this moment onward and for the rest of my days, I am your wife and you're my equal."
"Yasaka-chan," he corrected with a softer tone of voice.
A smile formed upon her face, earning one from him in reciprocation. "Yes. I want you to call me that as you always have."
"Yasaka-chan," he repeated, finding his hands wrapped firmly around hers. "Ya-sa-ka-chan."
He continued to recite her name, each subsequent one slower and softer than the previous, as she moved backward, navigating him along the emptied corridor surrounded with semi-transparent white banners made of fine silk. Their movements disturbed the calming air of the solaced night, playfully swaying the banners and gently flicking the candle lights, thus making their shadows danced along the reflective waxed floor.
Spinning and twirling around each other while passing through the opened double door and into their awaiting chamber. As the only entrance to the room closed fully behind them, they landed upon the soft and comfy bed with him on top, causing more than a few small deep crimson thin sheets to stream down from the side like flowing water.
Dead silent permeated the room as the two newly wed took the time to etch every little detail into their memory. Everything around them felt like a dream. It was so surreal that he had to pinch himself several to make sure he was not dreaming.
She giggled and helped wake him up by pulling hard against his whiskered cheeks on both side. "Do you think it's a dream?"
"If it is then I don't want to wake up," he answered as she slowly let his cheeks go before placing both of her palms flatly against them. She then massaged it gently, spreading the red tints she just made slowly across his cheeks.
"Yasaka-chan," he called her name once more.
Her keen ears captured the extremely soft tone of his voice to the point of lustful moaning, making her blushed profusely. She tried not to avert her eyes as she slid her hands off his face, down his neck, to his chest and finally under the black and white yukata kimono he had on.
Before his chest was fully exposed, she pushed him to the side and rolled on top of him. With one swift motion of her slender hand behind her head, she took out the jaded and jeweled encrusted hairpin that supported the braiding of her golden hair and bangs, allowing them to freely flow down her back and her face like waterfall respectively.
His strong hands were also busy as they examined the exquisite silky ribbons that were tightly wrapped around her waist. Pulling them from each other slowly and unbinding them, her creamy white kimono began to loosen, allowing her to breathe much more comfortably. He could not hide his surprise when he realized the traditional bridal kimono was not very comfortable to be in. Considering her well-endowed figure, which was in full view as the kimono only hanged loosing around her frame, it was a given.
"Thank you, I will return the favor," she whispered into his ears as her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel their incredibly softness and elasticity against his skin to the point that he shivered in delight. Their constantly reshaping upon contact like a pair of ultimate bouncy jellies with every slight movement only served to further amplify his overwhelming arousal. Before he knew it, his golden eyes narrowed into crimson slits as his whisker markings shifted into a darker and sharper version of itself.
She giggled when noticed the changes in his appearance before nibbling on his ears and neck, driving his mating instinct even higher.
"Ah, Yasaka-chan," he moaned instinctively. His chest heaved while he expelled steamy breath with each heavy pant. His hands clenched tightly against the sheets beneath him, trying his very best to restrain the primal nature within as it wanted to take her there and then. He let out a breath of relief when she tilted her head back. He wanted to take the initiative, but she was quicker. "Wait… Stop! Ah!"
In one ravenous gulp she took a more than six inches into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth on his shaft with her tongue swirling around his cock. He felt his eyes cross as her hands also began assaulting him, with one pumping the remaining inches from the base furiously while gently toying with his twin jewels with the other.
His eyes rolled back as he felt the warmness and wetness of her orifice enveloping his hard rod with the crown nudging the back of her constricting throat. She was volunteering deep throating him, much to his surprise. "Where did you learn this…?" He called out in a shrilling voice as she looked up at him, her golden eyes glinting in the diming light of the chamber. She pulled her head back until the crown finally rolled across her tongue where she proceed to latch it onto the tip and tasted the oozing pre cum of a man for the first time.
Learning things from the female servants were different from experiencing it herself. She blinked several times, swirling her tongue around the engorged gland experimentally before allowing it fully out of her mouth with a loud pop.
"It's a secret," Yasaka teased and rolled her tongue along his length from the base upward.
He frowned inwardly as her eyes were still natural golden colors instead of crimson red. He knew from experience that once their race in heat, they became extremely aggressive and it was most likely the common trigger. The reason why there was no one around the chamber, tending their needs was because they would try to try to attack anyone that interrupted their mating ritual for whatever reason.
Once her tongue reached the tip, his hands gripped the sides of her head. Before she could response, he pushed the shaft into her mouth, forcing her to take all but the final inch of his cock.
Her eyes flashed crimson as she gagged on reflex. A couple second passed, he loosened his grips around her head, allowing her to jerk backward instinctively. Before she could fully retreat from his shaft to breath, he slammed it back into her throat almost instantly, making her screamed in shock. Her chocked voice caused her throat to vibrate intensely, giving him an overwhelming experience.
"Ah! That feels really incredible, Yasaka-chan," he moaned lustfully as he held her head there while she figured out how to breathe. Slowly moving her back before slamming her face into his trimmed golden bush again, he was determined to remain as long as possible inside the greatness that was her tightening throat, and calling her name while face fucking her only served to arouse her more.
He didn't even realize her eyes fully shifted to crimson red with slit since his own primal instinct had taken over. He continued to slam her throat with reckless abandonment before grunting savagely as he couldn't hold it in any longer. With one final hard and deep thrust all the way down her throat, he began unloading his boiling white lava from his bulging balls down to her stomach.
Her eyes went wide as the hot cum spurting down her throat like a raging fire hose, coating the inner wall in slimy and steamy batter. On reflex, she pushed him backward with as much strength as she could mustered. As the spraying rod was pulled out of the confine of her throat, sliding across her tongue, it smeared the thick cream over her taste bud in rapid strong burst. He tried to stop being pushed out fully and fought against her strength, thus his crown remained firmly in her orifice.
She was forced to gulp down hastily once her mouth was filled with the steamy stuff. It was to the point that she couldn't swallow anymore and the thick cream began to leak out of her mouth before turning into a full out flooding. He finally pulled out and shot rope after rope of sticky whiteness, painting her face and golden hair. There was so much that it slowly dripped and oozed down onto her chest, as she coughed up more onto her breasts and thighs.
"Oh shit," he muttered as his eyes shifted slightly to the natural golden color due to the pleasurable release. "I got carried away."
Yasaka slid her hands over her chest and licked the milky cream off them like a starving vixen, savoring the taste and consistency. Her eyes became deeper shade of red as her canines elongated, causing him to unconsciously backed away. Nine golden tails materialized behind her before they wrapped around him like some sort of prey. "Where are you going?"
"Please be gentle," he beseeched. "AHHHH!"
Naruto snapped open his eyes as he felt phantom pain shooting over his body. Truth be told, their sex life was mostly Yasaka raping him even when he said he wasn't in the mood. More than one occasion, he was forcibly dragged back into their bedroom against his will.
"You were truly beautiful. No, you are beautiful, Yasaka-chan," Naruto admitted. "You've said we were supposed to be equal. When did everything become so wrong? When did we drift so -
He realized something was pressing against his lower chest under the blanket. He lifted the sheet up to see what it was before frowning. "When did she sneak in here?"
"Hmmm… about an hour after you doze off," Kurama answered before smirking. "Well? Aren't you going to carry out your threat?"
Naruto rolled his eyes at the suggestion. He gently slid the blond-haired girl off of his chest so he could go find another room down the hall, but her small hand pulled against the edge of his yukata, not letting him go.
"O… tou-sama," Kunou mumbled hazily in her sleep as he tried to remove her hand slowly, one finger at a time.
"How troublesome," Naruto said with a sigh before dropping back on the bed to get some sleep. "I will deal with you in the morning, Musume."
Author Note:
Musume means "my daughter" if you want to know.
People asked me to add more girls to harem. Technically, there are actually four heroines in this story, making up four major arcs of the storyline. Reaching those arc in good time might be a challenge since I'm on and off with my stories. Maybe it's due to lack of motivation, but whatever. The heroines are Yasaka (main), Kuroka, Rossweisse and Serafall. The stories can end at any arc. If it ends too soon, then it just NarutoxYasaka. I will try to get to Kuroka since her story is kind of interesting, plus her arc deals with the massacre of Nekomata and the invasion of the underworld. There is also an arc somewhere down the line that deals with Naruto: The Last. Maybe I will just skip that one and let Sasuke deals with it?
Also, I'm looking for a BETA to this story!