Author's Note: ๐ญ๐ด, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
๐ผ๐ก๐จ๐ค, ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ Naruto'๐จ ๐๐๐
The tension in the air was deafening as the knocking continued but this time it was louder. As I looked up at Sasuke, I could see his jaw clench.
"I better go answer that, wait here." He said with a sigh and began to put his clothes on. As he slipped his underwear over his legs, I regarded his lean yet muscular physique. He reminded me a lot of another raven that I came across some years back.
The moment he realized I was watching him, he paused for a split second. His cheeks began to turn a soft pink, before continuing to dress.
"Sorry," I said, while rubbing the back of my head nervously, it was partly my fault I vaguely remembered him shushing me that night.
Once fully dressed, he turned to leave, but then he stopped and said, "Don't apologize. I'll be back." He looked at me, his dark eyes piercing through mine. I could feel my pulse racing, he gave a satisfied smirk before leaving me in his bedroom alone and naked. I heard his soft footsteps as he walked towards the front door of his apartment, and I could hear another man's voice on the other side.
It was then that I had an idea. I remembered my mate saying that day at the arena that he was no longer looking for a wife. He stopped for me. I could return the favor all I had to do was turn into my sexy jutsu form, then he wouldn't have to explain anything or fake his death. He could simply say that I was his wife. It was a brilliant plan!
Good thinking Uzumaki. I had placed both my index and middle finger in front of my face, using a sexy Jutsu as a glamour to hide. I changed into a seductive large-breasted woman with waist-length pigtails. I made sure the change would exclude my ears and tail. The transformation was quick and painless.
This time when I changed it felt strange, something was happening to my body, and it was not because of the Jutsu, it was something off about me and I couldn't quite put my finger on, the feeling was beyond words, there was a dull ache starting to form behind my navel, but I chopped it up as me being hungry.
There was no time to dwell. I heard the other person asking my mate what was he doing. And did he know the number of complaints about the noise from his apartment?
My face flushed at that, there was no way I was that noisy. I heard the individual start to interrogate my mate! I felt like that was my cue, so I scanned his room. I decided against wearing my clothes, my gaze landed on one of his long-sleeved button-ups. I believed it was the same one he wore to the waterfall.
If I emerged from his room wearing his shirt it would be more convincing, so quickly I grabbed the cream-colored button-down and slipped it over my shoulder, while flicking the hair that got trapped in the collar.
I rushed out of the bedroom buttoning the middle of the shirt, so it gave just enough coverage. In a saunter, I entered his living room where I got a good view of the doorway.
There was a tall and slender shinobi with his arms crossed loosely at the chest. He was leaning against the doorframe in a relaxed pose. His hair was medium-length, silvery, and spiky.
He oozed confidence. He was in the middle of a sentence, but his words had died when he took notice of me. I watched as his eyes went from the top of my head to my toes before turning his gaze to Sasuke and saying, "You sly dog."
"What?" There was confusion in his tone.
The silver-haired one jerked his head in my direction, causing Sasuke to curiously look at me. He did a double-take. His mouth had fallen slightly ajar. I waved.
"Who might that be?" He said with an amused tone.
"I'm his fiancรฉ!" I exclaimed happily.
"Oh, fiancรฉ." He turned to Sasuke, raising a brow at him. "Fiancรฉ." He repeated, emphasizing the word. The man was strange, and I couldn't help but wonder what was under that wool mask that covered half of his face.
The pair continued to stare at one another, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing moment.
Just when I thought we would still be there all day, I saw my mate let out a deep sigh. "Yes, he-she is my fiancรฉ."
I glanced over at the silver-haired man, noticing his sudden stiffness. Before he could respond, I quickly interjected. "We are working on it at least!"
"Does you-know-who, know about her?" His sharp tone caught the attention of both Sasuke and me. I wasn't sure what he meant by that if it was a reference to the Hokage or something else. The sudden change in his demeanor was perplexing.
"I insisted," I offered, attempting to break the tension that hung in the air.
He nodded, his eyes betraying a hint of a smile. He turned his attention back to my mate. "I never thought of you as the type," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You should figure out what you want soon before people wind up getting hurt."
Those words were strange. I watched as the man gave me a bow. "It's nice to meet you," he said, his voice trailing off.
"Naruko," I offered, interrupting his unfinished sentence.
"Naruko, my name is Kakashi. I'm your fiancรฉ's former sensei."
I couldn't help but be intrigued. This Kakashi guy, was my fiancรฉ's former sensei? The news was unexpected, and I couldn't help but wonder what sort of connection existed between the two of them. Where they like family or more like teacher and student. I realized this was the first person I met that was a part of my mate's life. The revelation left me feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.
He gave us both a small bow before departing. Just then, Sasuke closed the door, turning back to me. "What the hell?" he said in a voice that was a mixture of shock and amusement. He approached me and placed both his hands on my arms, giving me a once-over.
"I did it so you wouldn't have to fake your death. You can just say you are going to live with me in my village, technically it's not a lie." He smirked. "I appreciate the effort, but you know you might have to meet the Hokage now." I shrugged as if it didn't matter.
"I'm not afraid of some old hag," I exclaimed. He shook his head. "Don't let her hear you say that." I snickered before stretching my arms above my head, while a yawn escaped my lips. The stretch caused that pain to rear up in my navel again.
"You tired?" He asked. "Mhm," I replied, my voice barely audible. It was strange just how fast it hit me. Whatever this was this fatigue pierced right through my bones! It also could have been this form, but all the other times I played like this and it never drained me this fast. Normally I could remain like this for weeks but this was debilitating. I suddenly felt weak, and my legs went out from under me as he reached out, grabbing me from falling.
"You're burning up. Is that normal?" he asked with a tone of concern and urgency.
"I don't know. No one has ever told me before," I replied with a slight chuckle, feeling lightheaded. The situation was becoming frustrating.
"Well, now that you're holding me, let's move to the bed," I suggested with a lusty expression, his holding me and looking at me with concern did not help my flustered feeling. However, he quickly silenced me with a glare, but I knew he wasn't angry.
"No, absolutely not. This is why we're in this mess," he said firmly.
I smiled but then there was another knock on my mate's front door. "Who is it now!" He growled and abruptly he grabbed my hand pulling me into his bedroom and making me sit on his bed. "You wait here, don't move." He left, going back to answer his front door.
I was completely still, straining my ears to listen to who might be on the other side.
It was a feminine voice, but it was not the one that I heard the last time I was in his room.
"Kakashi-sensei told me you weren't feeling well. I stopped by to see if you needed anything." I heard her say softly.
"Thanks, but no I'm fine. You should go before you get sick." His voice was cold and sharp.
"I hope you feel-" I heard the door slam, and his light footsteps returned to me.
"Who was that?" I said in a teasing way.
"My former teammate." He grumbled.
"Awh, you could have introduced us." I laughed when his head snapped in my direction.
"Kakashi-sensei told her I was sick." There was so much tension in his jawline. He acted as if he did not want to talk about it, which piqued my interest more, but I did not press. I was too tired.
"You should change back for now," he said while kneeling by the bed and placing a hand on my forehead, I saw his lips press.
"I'm okay I just need a nap." I vaguely remember him caressing my face before darkness overtook me.
This will be told in Sasuke's POV
No no no no no
"Naruto!" I called out but the blonde did not move. I tried to shake him awake. Nothing. Did he catch anything? Could demons even get sick? He had yet to change back. I tried patting his face with the back of my hand. There was still no response. Naruto or Naruko remained still on my mattress almost lifeless.
I had to find someone. The urgency was overwhelming as I sprang into action, casting an immediate glance at the blonde before making a hasty exit from the confines of my apartment. My heart raced as I hurried out into the bustling street, my mind consumed by a single thought: that she might not be too far away. With each step, I ran faster, my breath coming in short gasps as a sense of urgency consumed me.
Minutes felt like hours as I navigated through the crowded streets, my eyes scanning the crowd for any hint of pink tresses that marked her presence. Suddenly, in the distance, I saw her familiar figure, her shoulder-length pink hair standing out amidst the sea of people. Relief washed over me as I approached her, my voice calling out her name.
Sakura's eyes widened in surprise at my sudden outburst. She turned towards me, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. I took hold of her wrist, pulling her towards me with compelling determination. "What's the matter?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "I need your help," I declared, the gravity of my words not lost on her.
Without giving her a chance to respond, I continued, "We need to make it." The determination in my voice was evident, fueled solely by the fear of losing the blonde. Sakura's eyes widened further, a hint of surprise and concern etched on her face.
Without further explanation, I dragged her towards my place, a sense of urgency driving my actions. I could hear the shock in her voice as she tried to comprehend the situation. "What is this about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
As we approached my apartment, my mind raced, contemplating the possible outcomes. What if we were too late? No, I couldn't think that. Sakura, with her extensive training under Tsunade, was well-versed in the art of medicine. She possessed the knowledge and the skills I desperately needed.
I couldn't think, I felt anger we were taking too long to navigate through this crowd, we were like two salmon trying to go upstream, it felt pointless and at this rate, we might never make it in time. I did not care about the consequences. My fear of losing Naruto outweighed any potential risks or backlash. Sakura's presence, and her medical expertise, would be invaluable in saving him.
My actions loomed large, but I knew in my heart that I had no other choice. Naruto's life hung in the balance, and I was determined to do whatever it took to save him.
I released her hand once we were inside. "This way," I said, leading her to my bedroom. Where Naruko lay. Naruto remained in female form on my mattress with my shirt hiked up so that her long sun-kissed legs were exposed, and she was spilling out of my dress shirt.
I saw Sakura's lips pressed, "Who is she?"
I remained silent avoiding the question altogether, "She's burning up and is unresponsive, can you help her please." Sakura's emerald, green pools seemed to gloss over with an emotion I couldn't decipher.
She gazed at the blonde woman lying unconscious on my bed, her expression showing a hint of disapproval. I could tell that she was carefully examining Naruko's appearance.
Sakura remained silent for what seemed like an eternity as if taking in the sight of the woman who had passed out on my bed wearing my clothes.
I knew it was difficult for her to offer any help, but I was relieved that she hadn't left my place yet, refusing to assist Naruko. After taking a deep breath, she finally stepped forward, having made up her mind. As she knelt beside the bed, Sakura avoided eye contact with me.
I watched in amazement as her hands began to emit a faint green glow as she focused her chakra on her hands.
Sakura gasped, "Oh my gosh, her chakra is out of this world! Who is this woman to you?" Her hands jerked back as if she was burned. Her face looked at me with shock.
"Who is she?" Her voice was shaking. Her face took on a dark expression as her demeanor changed, what she had seen or felt had disturbed her.
Just then, Naruko let out a moan, her voice filled with discomfort. Before she could fully sit up, she exclaimed, "Gawd, it feels like my head is splitting in two." Her face was pinched in pain, and she placed a hand on her temple as if trying to alleviate the discomfort. Her soft smile remained as she looked at me, her whisker cheeks were slightly rosy. However, her expression quickly changed as she reached out and embraced me.
Without realizing it, the tension I had been carrying suddenly vanished. Naruko's touch seemed to melt away any worries or doubts that had been clouding my mind. It was a moment of pure bliss, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
However, our attention was soon drawn to the sound of an angry scoff. I had forgotten Sakura was in my room, and her sudden presence shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
"Hello," Naruko said, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. However, she noticed the tears on Sakura's face and the furrow of her pink brows. Her attention shifted away from me, and she approached Sakura, concern etched on her face.
"You alright?" Naruko asked, her voice filled with concern. However, Sakura's response was far from pleasant.
"Who is she?" Sakura practically screamed, her voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion. "Don't you think it's a bit early to have a mistress?!"
Naruko's eyes widened in surprise as she heard the accusation. "Mistress?!" she cried; her voice filled with disbelief.
Sakura's words only fueled Naruko's disbelief. "You heard me, you homewrecker!" Sakura spat, her anger escalating. "He's my fiancรฉ, and you're some sad, desperate floozy."
"Just what the hell are you talking about, you crazy bitch!" They were face-to-face.
This was what I wanted to avoid, and I realized just how badly this was going, as they started screaming at one another. I had proposed to two people, and neither one knew of the other's existence. What had I done? My mistake was bringing these two together.
Inadvertently, I had started something that was about to blow up in my face. Their attention was quickly drawn to me, and both were looking for an explanation.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke, but I have to ask โ who is she?" Her voice was soft and filled with sadness, making it hard to meet her piercing blue gaze. The room was quiet as they both waited for an answer. Slowly, realization began to sink in, and I watched as her head lowered in disappointment. "I trusted you," she said, burying her head in her hands as her body shook with emotion. A guttural, primal noise escaped her throat, filled with unbearable pain that was difficult to hear. As I took a step forward to comfort her, I saw her hold up a hand and cry out,
"Don't come near me!"
"I'm sorry." That was all I could muster.
"You're Sorry! You bonded with me knowing it couldn't be broken and you were already in a relationship with someone else. Fuck you! You selfish bastard!" She shouted. Her face and eyes were red, as tears began to cascade down her face.
I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time: desperation. I grabbed her in a tight hug, afraid that if I let go, she would disappear. I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to meet her gaze, but she struggled with my embrace. I held her tight, gripping her arms as I pleaded for her to understand.
Despite my efforts, she kept her gaze on the floor, her body shaking uncontrollably. I knew I had to make her trust me. "My feelings for you are genuine. I made a mistake and ended up hurting you in the process," I explained. I could hear her whimpering as she continued to struggle. This was a nightmare. "Shut up!" she screamed before giving me one hard shove and severing the embrace. "If I see you again, I will kill you!" The final look I received was of sheer hatred as she stormed out of the room.
Sakura stood there, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness. "How long? And was any of it real?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"It doesn't matter," I replied in a cold drawl. "I have the right to know!" This was the first time she had been genuinely mad at me. "You wasted my time. It had to have been going on weeks before you proposed to me. Was the proposal even real?"
"It doesn't matter, Sakura!" I said, my voice rising in frustration. "All of it is over now." Why was she still here? I didn't want to hear a lecture about how disappointed she was in me.
"It means something if you were willing to hide it," Sakura said, her voice breaking. "Why would you even waste my time if you were with her in the first place? Why?"
"Leave me Sakura," I said, my voice filled with exhaustion. I just wanted her to go. I needed some time and space to process everything.
She shook her head before leaving. Something had compelled her to pause underneath my doorframe before adding, "Oh, and that girl that you tried to hide from me... Well, she's with child."
