Author's Note: 𝟭𝟴, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 Naruto'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
Hurry up! This is what my instincts screamed at me to do. My feet were hurting and my lungs were burning as I ran. It felt like my world was collapsing in on itself as I heard myself crying out. Despite feeling tired, I kept running until I dropped to my knees.
Clamping a hand over my mouth I tried to hold back the bile in my stomach that threatened to come up. What the hell? I didn't recognize just how out of shape I'd become. Running was never an issue. I could run for hours without throwing up and still be nowhere near as out of breath as I was.
Uh oh, here we go! My hand could not contain it any longer! My stomach churned and twisted, signaling to me that I was about to vomit. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. My body forcefully expelled its contents, leaving me feeling drained.
I couldn't believe how much of it, and I couldn't even remember what I had eaten to cause this reaction. As I lay in the grass, I couldn't help but wonder if I was coming down with something. I just needed a moment to recover before attempting to clean off my mess.
Despite the pain and heartache, I couldn't deny the love I still felt for him. It was a constant battle between the good and bad sides of who he was, but that didn't change the fact that I loved him.
Maybe I was just a glutton for punishment, but even through all the misunderstandings and fights, there was a part of me that still longed for his love.
It was a complicated and messy love, and maybe even a one-sided kind of love, but it was still love nonetheless, or at least that's what I thought, Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and gagging on the taste. I tried to get up but decided it was better to lay back down on the cool grass.
"See, you're lost without me?" My head jerked upwards.
"Kiba?" My sentiments for my friend were never emotional like this and seeing him made me cry. I felt embarrassed but I knew Kiba would not judge me.
Kiba scratched his head nervously, "Sorry," he said genuinely confused by my reaction.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said but I knew deep down it felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. The pain was so intense it hurt physically, making it hard to breathe. I knew I must have looked crazy partially covered in a dress shirt as tears and snot leaked from every orifice of my face.
"Oy, Kiba, I'm happy to see you." Truthfully, I needed a friend right now. I didn't want to be alone.
"What happened to you, we tracked your scent back to a human village... why?" He asked.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you all," I said through a bout of sniffles. Why was I so emotional? I could feel myself about to cry again! Don't you dare! I inwardly growled. I tried forcing my tears back but I could feel my bottom lip jut out in a pout.
But as soon as I locked eyes with Kiba's smiling brown ones I started wailing again.
Kiba said amusedly, "Let's get you home," revealing his front teeth in a broad bright smile.
I just nodded, feeling a sense of shame and dread as we made our way back. I knew I would have to face the consequences of my actions, and I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in Gramps's eyes or hear his long, reprimanding lectures. I wished I could just disappear and never have to face this unfortunate truth and that was Sasuke did not love me or even cared.
"Where's your mate?" Kiba said, I could hear the distaste in his tone.
"He's gone back with his people," I said causing my friend to trip over his feet. "Wait? What and why?" It was also thought that keeping newly mated pairs together would allow them to learn and understand each other's behaviors and habits, ultimately leading to a stronger and more harmonious relationship.
However, as someone who had just experienced a failed bond, I couldn't help but snort at the idea of a "perfect bond" and the pressure that came with it.
"He's human Kiba," Kiba's steps faltered but once he noticed me still walking he continued onward
"Damn... I'm sorry." He said before silence fell over us.
I was grateful my friend didn't try to chastise or criticize me. He just remained at my side, and after a moment into our walk, he stopped, pulling off his dark green cloak. His shoulders revealed a white shirt with cut-off sleeves and loose pants underneath.
He had draped the cloak over my shoulders, it was long enough to reach past my knee.
I was touched by his gesture and the warmth of the cloak. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about our friendship. As we continued walking, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his understanding and support.
It was moments like these that reminded me of the true value of friendship and how lucky I was to have someone like him in my life. Despite the tears, I couldn't help but smile.
Once home I could see some of my people pinch their noses as I walked by. It could have been from the vomit or the fact that I smelt of human.
Despite the embarrassment and awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the reactions of my people. It was clear that they were not used to seeing their prince in such a disheveled state, but I couldn't blame them.
After all, I had just been through a wild and unexpected experience. As I made my way through the crowd, I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to explain my appearance to them, as their Prince there were certain things expected out of me and appearance was one of them.
I had wild hair, puke on my sleeves, and a grass-stained dress shirt underneath the cloak Kiba gave me.
"You should see the other guy!" I shouted while giving them an exaggerated wink. Surprisingly, that didn't go over as well as I thought, maybe it was my delivery?
"C'mon Blondie you need ta keep on movin'," Kiba said while grabbing me by my inner arm, and pulling me in the direction of my home. I could hear him stifle the chuckles that threatened to spill out.
He still held my inner arm leading me up the spiral staircase and only letting go once we reached my room door.
"I'mma go talk to lord Kurama for ya." He was going to break the news to my granddad and he was willing to take the brunt of my granddad's rage for me. Kiba has always been fearless like that.
"Thanks," I said as I entered my room. He stood on the other side of the door. I turned to him lowering my head. He didn't have to do this.
"Cheer up." He said cupping my chin with his thumb and index, which wiggled a small smile out of me. I watched as he left.
As I expected that following morning my grandfather was understandably pissed. His punishment was for me to be confined to the village.
I had mated with a human and now our bond would remain until the day I got killed or died, which was, well, we demons could live for a very long time.
Even if Sasuke were to go before me our bond was eternal. That is why bonds were taken so seriously. And bonds with humans were frowned upon. Humans did not live long and were considered weak and smelly.
"You alright?" I looked up to see my friends staring at me. I had stopped walking standing under the shade of a nearby oak. They had abducted me, forcing me outside. I didn't even know what day it was. I mainly ate and slept, and my fatigue continued to grow with each passing day.
"All you do is eat, sleep, and occasionally puke," Gaara said. I think he assumed it was because I had a broken heart, which was not far from the truth.
"Dunno, might've caught something, it's probably just nothin'," I said with a half-hearted shrug while continuing the walk. I leaned into my entwined fingers that embraced the back of my head.
"This has been going on for two weeks, don't you think it's passed the stage of being just nothing?"
"Oh, boohoo he's just been taking it easy by stuffing his face for two weeks, now he needs to get off his lazy royal ass and do something," Deidara taunted with a smirk. His words were met with a playful eye-roll from all of us.
Abruptly my chuckles stop as I clasp a hand over my mouth. No not now! I quickly rushed in front of the group trying to find a place, my urgency growing with the heavy flutters in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't have had that ramen this morning.
"And there he goes again, back to the comfort of his bed, stop being such a drama-king, Naruto!"
I heard Deidara call teasingly.
I was able to flip him off with my free hand as I ran away. I needed to find somewhere where I could throw up in peace, but then I was unable to make it. It came spewing out my mouth and all over two familiar sets of sandals that seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I slapped a palm over my face.
"You're coming with me." My grandfather grumbled, taking hold of my shirt collar and dragging me away.
I could see my kin waving goodbye as my grandfather dragged me down the road.
My grandad decided to take me to the local Shaman's cozy little home, which was nestled high up in a tree. The inside was filled with curious items, including hanging fabrics from different events, and various jars and shelves.
I was instructed to sit in a creaky wooden chair while she leaned in to examine me with her keen, piercing eyes. She had a kind smile and a gentle touch as she checked me over for any signs of illness.
I felt safe and cared for in her cozy little home, surrounded by all the trinkets and treasures she had collected over the years. I was grateful to my grandad for bringing me to this unique and welcoming place. I watched as her fingertips glowed as she scanned my body, and then her hands reached my abdomen.
She made a noise as her eyes narrowed in thought, but then her hands jerked back as if burned, shock was written all over her aging face. She locked eyes with me before placing her hand back on my belly.
However, as she removed her hand much slower the second time, her expression changed to one of disbelief. It was then that I realized, with a mix of emotions, that there was indeed something wrong with me.
Abruptly, she rose beckoning my granddad to join her at the far corner of the room. He leaned in allowing her to whisper into his ear. His head snapped in my direction. I could see him ask her if she was sure. She gave a nod. He acknowledged her words before returning to me.
"Am I dying?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood, but Gramp's serious expression made me wonder if my joke had hit too close to home. His silence and furrowed brow made me begin to worry that maybe something was seriously wrong.
"No," he finally answered, "far worse."
"Worse than death?" I said shocked.
Gramps didn't look at me as he stormed off.
I turned to the kitsune who assessed me, she looked shocked that she was left to deliver the news. So, it was something worse than death?
"I detected a foreign body inside you..." she said as she came closer.
"Foreign body? I don't know what the hell that even means! Just rip the bandage off and tell me! Please, I can't take the stress!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and started shaking her back and forth. What did she mean by the foreign body? Did it mean I was sick?
"It has a heartbeat." She continued.
I froze completely releasing her from my grasp. Did I hear her correctly? Heartbeat?
I asked the question, while I listened to my own rapid heartbeat. "What does that mean?" I could feel my palms growing sweaty as I waited for an answer, my mind racing with different scenarios.
The silence that followed only added to my growing anxiety and confusion. Did the Shaman I was speaking to not know the answer, or was she deliberately keeping it from me? I felt a sense of unease wash over me, uncertain of what was to come next.
She looked at me with gratitude as I released her from my shaky hands. "You're pregnant, Kit," she said, her voice trembling with astonishment. I would be the first male in centuries. My feelings were the polar opposite of hers. I felt almost numb from the sheer amount of emotions going through me all at once. I just sat in that creaky wooden chair staring.
I could see her eyes widen as she added, "Congratulations."
Even though pregnancy was possible with some kitsune males, it was exceedingly rare.
I realized what my granddad meant.
A fate worse than death... I was going to be a single parent.
I couldn't hold back the tears as she held me tight. "It's okay, cub. This is just a sign that better things are on the horizon," she whispered, gently running her fingers through my hair. Her comforting words and touch helped to calm my overwhelming emotions.
It had been two days since the pregnancy announcement and two days since I had seen my friends. I had requested their presence, choosing the arena since it was empty on this day, and we could have privacy. We sat in the bleachers my friend surrounding me.
As I began to speak, I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I had been dreading this moment, but I knew it had to be done. My friends looked at me with concern and confusion, not knowing what I was about to say. I took a deep breath and started to explain the situation.
"Well, I know you guys are wondering why I wanted to meet here of all places." Unexpectedly, I felt at a loss for words, which was rare for me. I never had problems expressing my feelings or saying what was on my mind.
"Well?" I heard Deidara say while crossing his arms impatiently, both Gaara and Kiba shooting the blonde a glare, but he just flicked his long side bang with his hand ignoring them.
I started to chuckle nervously. I could see them all nodding encouraging me to continue. I kept stalling with nervous chuckles and long pauses.
I took a deep breath and finally mustered the courage to tell them the truth. As I began to speak, I could feel the weight of the secret lifting off my shoulders, but I also couldn't help but feel nervous about their reactions.
"I'm pregnant. There I said it!" I closed my eyes waiting for the teasing to begin.
There was a long pause as my kin processed what I said.
"Pregnant? Ew, is it Kiba's, Owch!?"
I was thankful for the smack Gaara delivered to the back of his skull. "No," I could feel the heat rushing to my face.
"Wow, that human of yours must have some superhuman sperm, if he was able to get the first male in centuries pregnant, ow! Dammit, Gar if you hit me again. I'm gonna blow your ass up!"
I don't know why that made me laugh that moment breaking the tension I realized I had been harboring. My friends were still the same. This did not change our friendship.
"We are here for ya, blondie." I heard Kiba say, he offered me a smile. I don't know why but that touched me deeply. I looked at each of their faces, and I knew I was lucky to have them. Even Deidara's annoying ass.
"So we are gonna be uncles then," Gaara said giving a thoughtful glance to the sky. I think he liked the sound of that.
It was a peaceful and relaxing day, with no worries or stress. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and we were able to connect on a deeper level. It was a much-needed distraction from the chaos of everyday life. We laughed, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.
However, as the sun began to set and the sky turned a deep shade of orange, we realized that we had spent the entire day talking and laughing, completely forgetting about everything else, once night came I knew I had to go back.
I woke that night to the thunderous sound of a hundred footsteps or an earthquake. I could hear shouting! However, it turned out to be someone, who had broken into my room through the window, causing shards of glass to rain down on the ground.
It only took seconds for my mind to catch up with my body. I was on guard but I didn't know what was happening until I noticed those dark piercing eyes in front of me. All I could smell was the metallic flavor of blood thick in the air. "Sasuke," I exclaimed, worried about the head wound and cuts all over his body. He wobbled and collapsed in my arms. "I miss you, and I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to break your...window," he mumbled.
"You're losing a lot of blood!" I exclaimed, trying to assess his injuries. "I don't care," he replied, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. The weight of his body pressed against mine as he clung to me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel the warmth of his blood seeping through his shirt and onto my own skin.
Panic began to set in as I realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Who did this to you?" But he only shook his head, refusing to answer. Before blacking out in my arms. At that moment, I knew he had trudged death to get back to me, and I needed to save him.
