Author's Note: 𝟭𝟴+, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙎𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
It was late that night when he appeared, and I could sense his presence without looking at him.
"The Hokage sent me to come collect you." Kakashi's calm and smooth cadence seemed to stand out in my room.
I stared at the variety of weapons I had laid out on my bed, there was no use trying to hide my intentions, sighing, I stood and faced him.
I replied in an abrupt and cold tone, "I can't. I have more pressing matters."
As I was getting ready for what was to come, a small chuckle escaped his lips. "It looks more like you're getting ready for battle," he joked, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it was hard to find humor in the situation I was in.
I felt his gaze on me as I finished securing my gray flak vest, and I could tell he was studying me closely. "What are you planning to do?" He pried. His arms casually looped as he leaned against my doorframe. He had curled his pointer finger through the ring of his kunai and calmly started to spin it clockwise and then counterclockwise.
I paused for a moment, my mind racing as I thought about the options, I could either lie or be truthful. Finally, I met his gaze and spoke, my voice steady and resolute.
"I'm leaving and I won't be returning, so there is no use in trying to talk me out of it." I think he knew through my directness that I was eager to leave. I was going to use the cloak of night to slip out unnoticed, but at this rate, I would be leaving during sunrise.
"Well, Tsunade is not going to like that one bit." He chuckled while shaking his head.
"I don't care!" Those words were me at my most authentic.
"Look, I know since you found out about the pregnancy you have been eager to leave but." I chose to cut him off right there, "This village does not need me anymore Kakashi. The peace treaty is a clear sign that soon the age of shinobi will be obsolete. My allegiance here is no longer of importance only my family."
"Sorry, but the Hokage is not just going to let this slide. Sakura told her that Naruko has an ethereal Chakra, and you know as well as I, no normal shinobi possesses such Chakra." The darkness of my room was illuminated by a faint glow of the new moon seeping through the window.
It was in this dim light that his voice pierced through the silence, jolting me out of my thoughts. Anger coursed through me as I realized that my decision to involve Sakura in helping Naruto had yielded unfavorable results. The frustration only intensified with each passing second.
"Why would she do that?" Did she not trust me? Or was she concerned about protecting the village? I couldn't quite understand her actions.
"Sakura mentioned that she sensed something chaotic and dark inside Naruko that frightened her. I believe once she figured out that you were planning to leave tonight to search for her. She decided to follow protocol by informing the Hokage." We were both silent as I tried to comprehend the gravity of what was being said. He was not going to let me leave that easily.
"I feel like you're here to stop me." He was leaning in the doorway, blocking my exit. Despite his relaxed demeanor, I knew he was on guard. I felt my fingers curl into my palm, knowing that a fight with my former sensei was the last thing I wanted. But if it had to be done so I could leave, then so be it.
"Tell me one thing Sasuke, is Naruko a perceived threat?" He said in a tone that I knew all too well. He used that same tone when he was done playing games. Abruptly, he stopped spinning his kunai, catching it in his hand.
"No, you have my word, and his name is Naruto." My gaze bore into his. But he just blinked in thought.
"Hm, Naruto you say?" He repeated with an air of curiosity.
I wasn't hiding anymore. "Yes, Naruto," I responded. I could not tell what Kakashi-sensei was thinking, but what I could tell was that as long as Naruto was not seen as a threat, it didn't seem to matter much to him after that.
His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he pushed himself off my doorframe and approached me. I braced myself for what was to come. But to my surprise, he stepped closer and gently touched my shoulder, his gloved fingers warm and reassuring. The strength of his touch instantly calmed the tension that had been building inside me.
I couldn't quite explain it, but I felt a deep urge for his approval.
"Do what you have to do," His eyes were smiling as he spoke, this was his way of giving me his blessing. I nodded, my face softening.
He was risking his position or worse by letting me go. So, I couldn't resist asking him, "What exactly are you planning to tell the Hokage?"
He laughed. "Let me worry about that," and continued, "Just remember to take care of yourself." He patted my shoulder and I realized he cared more about me than I originally thought.
We had developed a bond that transcended the conventional teacher-student dynamic. He had become a trusted confidant and a reliable source of support, and I appreciated his acceptance and empathy. As we bid farewell, I knew that he was not just a sensei to me, but a member of my family who would always be there for me.
As I packed my katana and got ready to leave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. However, I refused to let my thoughts be consumed by doubts and fears anymore. I was done wondering about Naruto's feelings for me or if he truly meant his words from weeks ago.
He had no choice but to face me now that he was carrying my child. I was confident in my abilities and prepared to face any challenges that would come my way. I will not apologize for being who I am, but I would apologize for what I have done. I was over feeling sorry for myself. I wanted to make things right.
As I left Konoha for good, I was ready to begin a new chapter in my life. The memories of this place would no longer haunt me. My family home, for instance, was a constant reminder of the tragedy there. I thought the memories would fade away once I moved out, but they didn't. That place was no longer on my mind, and I felt relieved.
I knew that the stakes were high, and failure would have fatal consequences, but I was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost. Naruto was holding the future of my clan inside of him. And as for this time around, I was no longer helpless. I had proved to myself numerous times that I was a capable and strong individual who would do anything to protect his family. For the first time in a long time, I had a sense of purpose, a reason to keep going.
As I ventured closer to Naruto's homeland, a foreboding sensation came over me, but I refused to let it engulf me. It only fueled my determination to redeem myself, yet I couldn't help but feel an unsettling intuition that I was being watched.
As I contemplated whether the demons had already detected my presence, I became increasingly uneasy. So, while inhaling a deep breath, I steel myself for the encounter that awaited.
The gentle bubbling of water echoed in the distance, drawing my attention towards the hot springs nearby. The sound of the bubbling water seemed to embody both tranquility and unease, striking a strange chord within me. With each passing step, the anticipation grew.
As I made my way deeper into the hot spring, the silence intensified, engulfing the surroundings. The air felt heavy, making it difficult to breathe. The absence of sound intensified my apprehension. Where were they?
Slowly, I drew my Katana taking a deep breath, and activating my Sharingan with that same breath I slowly released it, just as a swift arrow was sent hurtling towards me. I barely managed to dodge the attack, escaping with just a small slice to my right cheek as the arrow stuck deep into the ground behind me.
This brief exchange served as a warning, alerting the demons of my presence. Suddenly, I was bombarded with a hail of arrows. The steam from the hot spring clouded my vision, making it difficult to see how many enemies I was facing. I blocked the second barrage with my katana.
However, I knew one thing for certain, I had to keep moving or I'd be trapped and overwhelmed.
In a desperate attempt to evade the relentless attacks, I lunged forward, sliding on my knees and leaning back in time to avoid having my throat slashed by the blade of a katana.
The fog made it even more challenging to keep track of my surroundings, but I remained alert, waiting for the next attack.
I could hear the distant sounds of shouting. It was the voice of Jiraiya. He shouted at them to bring me in, alive. However, the scene was so chaotic I doubted they heard him. As I assessed the situation, I realized that I was faced with well over fifty demons. This was going to be a lot harder than I expected.
In the thick of the fray, my only hope was to reach Naruto. He was probably fast asleep in his bed unaware of the chaos going on outside. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on me, knowing that every second counted.
With an intense longing to stay alive and emerge victorious, I pushed forward, determined to overcome whatever obstacle came my way. My katana was at the ready, and I deftly deflected the shuriken that flew towards me with all the skill I had acquired over the years of rigorous training.
Despite my ability to retaliate and fight back, I refrained from doing so, knowing that I was the intruder in a territory that belonged to Naruto's people. My sole purpose for being there was to locate Naruto and nothing else. I had no intention of shedding any blood and therefore, I held back from launching any attack.
I could sense Naruto's chakra nearby as if teasing me for being just out of reach. Despite the pain and exhaustion, I pushed myself forward.
My Sharingan helped me predict another incoming attack as I kept moving. The visible attacks were dodged, and I anticipated the slices and jabs of their weapons that ripped through my vest and clothing. I wasn't out of the game yet, despite my scrapes, gashes, and bruises.
I might've spoken too soon, as one heavy blow from a Naginata blade struck me square in the temple, I was able to roll my head back in time to keep the blade from piercing through my skull, this caused blood to ooze down into my right eye obscuring my vision and a light ringing to form in my ears.
As I pressed on, I realized that I was only moving deeper into a labyrinth of bodies. Every step was more difficult than the last, and what little progress I made was quickly undone. I did my best to dodge the visible attacks and anticipate the next move, but the unseen strikes were taking their toll on me.
I could feel the dull ache of three kunai embedded in my side, but I gritted my teeth and pulled them out, tossing them aside. Despite my efforts, I knew that I was fighting a losing battle. So this is how it ends? Would I die here alone and defeated? A failure? The thought made my heart pound in my chest.
Experiencing the same form of helplessness when I was young, all those memories came flooding back to me. When I was a child, there was a fear of a revolt in Konoha. To prevent it, my parents and my entire clan were executed, but I was spared because of my older brother's intervention. He was given the task of assassinating our clan as a test of his loyalty, but he could not bring himself to kill his brother.
Despite his guilt and sadness, my brother Itachi remained committed to his village. He suffered greatly throughout his life, and this pain gradually ate away at him like cancer, eventually taking his life.
As I reflected on my brother's death, I realized I didn't want to die consumed by my guilt. I didn't want to suppress my feelings until they ate away at me. Instead, I chose to live, feel, and experience life to its fullest.
Funny, the moment I wanted to live life was when it was too late. I didn't want to die, not now... My brother's last words resonated with me, he said he was a failure. And now I was going to die too with the same regret.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you or see you grow up.
I sensed an intense heat emanating from the depths of my eyes. My vision blurred as a warm fluid trickled down my cheeks, and an overwhelming rush of feelings gushed out from the depths of my being.
As I let myself go, every single emotion I had kept bottled inside finally found its way out of me. My inner turmoil and struggles were unleashed with a wild roar that escaped my lips. The blows to my body felt numb in comparison.
The floodgates opened and I allowed myself to cry, releasing every drop of pain, sorrow, and trauma that had been weighing me down for so long. And then, as if in response to my release, a sudden surge of energy coursed through my body, awakening something deep within me. To my surprise, my Mangekyo Sharingan had been unlocked, as if my pain and suffering had granted me access to a new level of power and understanding.
Now, I was no longer bound by the limitations of my perception. I had the power to see beyond the surface and uncover the truths that others might overlook. I was born anew.
Naruto I'm coming.
Despite the blood leaking in my right eye, my vision was fine, I managed to stay on the defensive. I skillfully dodged and weaved around every attack that was thrown my way, each one an attempt to impede my progress toward Naruto. With each successful dodge, I closed in on my target, determined to reach him no matter what.
Suddenly, I realized that I had underestimated the amount of blood I had lost. My body began to feel weak and dizzy, and I knew that I needed to reach Naruto before I collapsed. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, and the group of demons that pursued me looked at me in confusion.
I leaned forward, placing my hand on my knee, and holding up my finger towards them to signal that I needed a moment.
"Give(gasp).. Me(gasp)... One!" I said through large intakes of air, and spitting out blood that filled my mouth.
As I took one last deep breath, I could feel my heartbeat slowing down, and I knew that every second counted. Once I realized they were caught off guard looking amongst themselves unsure of what to do. I resumed my run toward Naruto as fast as I could, hoping that I would make it in time.
"Hey get back here!" I heard one of them yell after me.
I was so close I remember them calling to protect the prince once I made it to the giant ancient tree that Naruto called home. I directed the flow of my chakra to my feet running up the tree in the direction where I believed it to be Naruto's bedroom window. I had limited time to think but only to react lunging forward and breaking through his window.
I heard the blonde give a startled cry as he jumped to his feet, but his defenses dropped once he recognized my face.
"Sasuke," He exclaimed, I could see him scanning my body. His face was white with shock and worry.
"I miss you, and I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to break your..." The dizziness hit me hard, "window." My brows furrowed, no that wasn't right.
"You're losing a lot of blood!" He exclaimed, looking over my body. "I don't care," I replied, wrapping him in a tight embrace. I slumped in his arms. He was the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the ground below. My chin nested in the nook of his shoulder. I missed his touch and that annoying voice. Suddenly, I found it hard to catch my breath.
"What happened?" he asked but his voice sounded far away. "Who did this to you?" I shook my head. It didn't matter. I wanted him to know I was sorry, but my vision started to tunnel as everything went black around me.
As my consciousness slowly returned, I was greeted by the gentle chime of bells, and the sight of several fabrics hanging above me that were gently swaying in the breeze of an open window. Gradually, I sat up and felt an intense pain coursing through my entire body, as if I had been thrown off a cliff. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
It was then that I noticed Naruto sleeping soundly next to me, lying on the floor with no cot to rest on. Despite the pain, a soft smile formed on my lips as I reached out to stroke some loose strands of hair.
I couldn't help but wonder how long I had been unconscious. As I examined myself, I saw that my midriff and arms were tightly wrapped in bandages. The gash on my forehead was still fresh in my memory, and I could feel the frayed fabric underneath my fingertips.
So, the events that had transpired were not a dream. I had made it to him, just then I heard him release a soft moan before mumbling some incoherent sentence in his sleep. I picked up on the sound of two voices speaking and growing in volume. Swiftly, I laid back down and started to steady my breath, so it looked like I was sleeping, just as the door to the place opened. I could hear the two sets of footsteps as they came closer to me and Naruto.
"Are you sure that is what you all witnessed?" Kurama's voice echoed with a hint of skepticism. "Yes, it was as real as you and I talking. We all saw the awakening of his Mangekyou Sharingan." Jiraiya's booming voice chimed in, carrying a sense of conviction. "And to think of all the humans your grandson could have mated with, it had to have been a Uchiha."
Jiraiya's words hung in the air, sparking intrigue between the two. The mention of Uchiha piqued my curiosity.
"The last Uchiha we encountered was much stronger, almost like a well-refined tool. I believed they were all slaughtered by his hand, him being the last to fall, due to illness." Kurama's tone betrayed a hint of curiosity. Jiraiya nodded in agreement; his voice filled with understanding.
"It was once believed that the creator of demons had passed down his ability to one particular clan, bestowing them with the ability to control demons and rewrite time." Kurama mused, his voice carrying a sense of intrigue. I could feel my heart pick up speed as I listened attentively to every word.
"Those are just stories, my lord," Jiraiya's voice interrupted, a hint of skepticism lacing his words. "On the other hand, it's also believed that a Uchiha had insulted the creator of demons, and in return, their clan was cursed, doomed for death and destruction. Either way, both stories mention the Uchiha name."
Kurama pondered for a moment; his tone filled with curiosity. "Somehow our stories are connected to Demons and Uchihas. Do you think humans have similar stories about them?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
"More than likely my lord. I think that's what led to the Uchiha clan massacre."
As I listened to the conversation between Kurama and Jiraiya, I found myself deeply engrossed. They mentioned that they had met my brother before, and I couldn't help but wonder if it had been under similar circumstances and if he had also gotten into a fight with them. I remembered seeing the Uchiha clan fan that Naruto had painted in his room, and it made me curious if my brother and Naruto had crossed paths.
Did my brother Itachi tell Naruto about me, or did he know we were brothers? I couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to what they had just shared. If so, was the revolt just a ploy to kill my people, then? Why would they let me live if it was true?
Just then I heard another person enter the room. This person's voice was softer. I could hear her lighter footsteps approach me.
"What are you two chatting hens talking about?" She joked, and I could feel her hovering over me. I felt the bandages around my torso being pulled down.
"He's healing fast. It must be because his mate refuses to leave his side." She chuckled. "He is also very much conscious, probably listening to us as we speak."