Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content following this statement. All titles, names, and plots are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, may he never get a good night's sleep.
Authors Note: This is an AU if you haven't noticed by now, Hope you enjoy it.
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Can our inner demons love
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Party Shots or Parting Shots
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"What the fuck? You think that outfit's gonna cut it?" Tayuya scoffed as Naruto emerged from the bedroom, clad in his usual orange tracksuit.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion on his face. "What's wrong with it? It's clean, isn't it?", just to be sure he smelled his armpits.
Tayuya rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Clean or not, you look like a damn clown. And if I have to put up with wearing a formal Kimono then so do you," she retorted, spinning around to showcase her own attire. The dark navy blue kimono adorned with a vibrant red vine pattern, centered around the Uzumaki clan's crest on her back, was a stark contrast to Naruto's vibrant orange.
Draped in the finest silk, Tayuya's kimono exuded an air of grandeur and opulence. Woven with intricate golden threads that danced along the sleeves, the garment shimmered with each of her elegant movements, captivating all who would lay eyes upon her. It was a creation of unparalleled craftsmanship, reminiscent of the regal attire donned by the noble houses. Even Princess Yuka would have no better, she had made sure of that.
Beneath the majestic emblem of the Uzumaki clan, emblazoned proudly upon her back, was a profound symbol that held the weight of their history and resilience. The kanji "復興," known as "Fukkou, or restoration" is cast in bold strokes, declaring a profound message of resurgence and rebirth. Tayuya yearned for all who beheld her presence to bear witness to the undeniable truth: the Uzumaki clan had defied the odds and emerged from the depths of darkness.
With every glance upon her, the world would come to understand that the Uzumaki were not a clan of the forgotten, lost to the annals of history but a force reawakened. The kanji symbolized their tenacity, their unwavering spirit, and their ability to rise above adversity. It resonated with the echoes of a phoenix, soaring from the ashes, reclaiming its place among the great clans.
Tayuya's red hair expertly styled in a simple braid pinned to the back of her head, like a blazing flame, added a touch of boldness to her already striking presence. It served as a reminder that beneath her refined exterior, a warrior's spirit burned fiercely. Her hair, though tamed and pinned, hinted at a wildness waiting to be unleashed when the time called for it.
Naruto blinked, taking in Tayuya's appearance. He couldn't help but be impressed by the regal aura she exuded. "Alright, alright, I get it," he relented, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "But formal? Where would I get anything close to match that?"
"We host the most esteemed merchants from all five of the great lands. Go find Sakku; I have already informed her of your arrival," Karen informed Naruto with a sense of authority, her words carrying the weight of her position as clan head within the Uzumaki clan.
As Naruto turned to gaze upon his wife, his breath hitched in his throat, captivated by her ethereal beauty. Adorned in a resplendent midnight black kimono, delicate outlines of foxes gracefully danced along the hem, symbolizing the indomitable spirit of the Uzumaki lineage. The sleeves, crafted with meticulous artistry, boasted a mesmerizing display of fire-like patterns that swirled up her arms, intricately woven with shimmering threads of gold and silver.
Emblazoned proudly upon her back was the Uzumaki seal, a striking emblem that radiated in vibrant orange hues, symbolizing their storied heritage and unwavering strength. It served as a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the Uzumaki clan, a mark that would never fade from memory.
Karen had decided that for this occasion, the crest alone would suffice, but Tayuya, ever the creative force, couldn't resist adding her own touch to the ensemble. Perhaps it was a touch of extravagance, but Tayuya's display only enhanced the allure, accentuating the undeniable allure of the Uzumaki lineage.
With an air of regality and confidence, Karen stood before Naruto, her presence commanding attention. She exuded a sense of pride in her heritage, a deep-rooted connection to the Uzumaki legacy. The combination of grace, strength, and elegance emanating from her left Naruto in awe, reminding him of the incredible woman he was fortunate enough to call his wife.
With her vibrant red locks artfully arranged, Karen emanated a captivating aura that drew all eyes upon her. Her lustrous crimson hair, like cascading flames, added a fiery allure to her overall appearance.
Woven into an intricate updo, her red tresses were expertly styled to create a striking contrast against her fair complexion. Every strand was meticulously placed, forming a mesmerizing pattern that showcased the artistry of the hairstylist. Delicate wisps framed her face, accentuating her features with a touch of softness.
To complement her red hair, ornate hair accessories adorned her regal hairstyle. A combination of golden hairpins, adorned with intricate designs and adorned with crimson gemstones, added a touch of opulence and sophistication. The radiant gems sparkled with each movement, capturing the light and illuminating her hair with a mesmerizing glow.
Karen's red hair, styled in this traditional Japanese royal fashion, created a bold and captivating statement. It exuded an air of regality and uniqueness, showcasing her individuality amidst the sea of more conventional colors.
"Karen? Is that really you?" Naruto's voice held a hint of disbelief, his gaze fixed on her radiant presence. However, before he could approach her, Karen raised her hand, halting his advance.
"Don't touch," she cautioned, a playful yet firm tone in her voice. "I've spent way too much time getting this just right for you to mess it up. Now, go and get dressed up. You have four hours so that should be plenty of time." With a gentle yet purposeful push, she ushered him toward the door, insisting that he prepare himself for the occasion.
As the door clicked shut, enveloping them in a cloak of secrecy, Tayuya turned her gaze toward Karen, a mix of awe and apprehension in her eyes. "Damn, you do fucking look stunning. It's almost intimidating. You really think this plan of yours will work?" She adjusted her obi with a quick tug, ensuring its firm hold, readying herself for what lay ahead.
Their plan was crystal clear, etched with bold-faced ambition. They would not bow down to the expectations thrust upon them by the Land of Wind Daimyo. No longer content to be seen as a clan on the decline, they will reclaim their position of power and eminence. The Uzumaki wives would rise like a phoenix from the ashes of their fallen ancestral village, their grace and grandeur rivaling the most esteemed of nobles.
Gone were the days of hiding and restraint. They would shatter the mold placed on them, defying the shackles of tradition, and carve their own path through the annals of history. The world would witness their burning spirit and unyielding strength as they challenged the established order and claim the Red Chair of the Council of Clan. Temari will fall under the weight of being first wife, she will soon realize that her position paled in comparison to the irresistible charm and indomitable force emanating from the true Uzumaki wives. The game was set and the pieces moved to the end game.
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Exiting the elevator, Naruto found himself surrounded by a bustling array of shops on the first floor. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Sakku Haruno, but every shopkeeper he encountered seemed to have one thing in common - they were all members of the Haruno family, with their vibrant pink hair standing out like beacons in the sea of people.
Naruto scratched his head, a perplexed expression on his face. "Man, finding Sakku in this place is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. And with everyone here having that same pink hair, it's like a whole army of Sakura clones!"
As he wandered through the shops, Naruto couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. The vibrant displays and elegant products on offer were a far cry from his usual ramen runs and training sessions. He fumbled around lost like a country boy on his first trip to the city.
Passersby and shopkeepers alike glanced curiously at Naruto, their pink-haired gazes lingering for a moment before continuing on their way. Naruto couldn't help but feel self-conscious like he stood out among the sea of nobles as the Haruno family members help them fill their baskets with every type of good.
He approached one shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile and unmistakable pink locks. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sakku Haruno?" Naruto asked, hoping for a clue or some guidance.
The shopkeeper chuckled, his pink hair bobbing as he nodded. "Ah, you must be Naruto Uzumaki! Sakku is my sister, she's at the Haruno family boutique just around the corner. Can't miss it, it's got the biggest display of cherry blossoms merchandise found in any of the great lands!"
Relieved to have a lead, Naruto thanked the shopkeeper and hurried in the direction indicated. Sure enough, as he rounded the corner, his eyes widened at the sight of the bustling boutique adorned with cherry blossom motifs and a sign that proudly proclaimed "The Essence of Sakura!"
Inside, he found himself immersed in a world of vibrant colors and delicate craftsmanship. Every item seemed to reflect the spirit of Sakura herself. From elegant silk kimonos to intricate accessories in every shape and size you would want, it was a sight to behold.
As Naruto finally spotted Sakku amidst the flurry of activity, he couldn't help but grin. "Found you, Sakku! You sure know how to make it hard to find you with your whole family running every shop!"
Sakku chuckled, her pink hair flowing behind her as she put it back in a neat ponytail. "Well, Naruto, we Harunos have our own unique way of doing things. Welcome to the world of cherry blossoms and fashion! Let's find you something special to wear for tonight's event."
Sakku stepped out from behind the counter, Naruto's eyes fixed on her as she approached him with a vibrant smile. He couldn't help but be captivated by her alluring presence. Her choice of attire perfectly matched the theme of the store. She was dressed in a pale kimono the color of honey, adorned with a mesmerizing field of falling sakura petals that started at her shoulders and gracefully faded away as they reached her hips. The kimono's length ended at her mid-thigh, revealing her smooth, pale legs.
The silk fabric clung to Sakku's womanly figure, accentuating her curves in all the right places. Every movement she made was a graceful dance, turning the heads of every male within eyesight. Naruto felt a mixture of awe and a tinge of need as he realized that she was truly a sight to behold. It felt like forever since he had been with a woman even if it has only been a day.
"Wow, Sakku, you look absolutely stunning," Naruto exclaimed, unable to contain himself. "I don't think anyone will be able to take their eyes off you!"
Sakku giggled, hiding behind a hand to her lips, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, Naruto, if I'm going to sell the best I have to make a statement. Now, let's find you something that will complement your wives dazzling presence!" Having worked with both Tayuya and Karen she knew what would work best to make the two ladies look their best. Naruto for tonight was just an accessory to their plan.
As they delved further into the boutique, Naruto's eyes widened at the array of options. Racks upon racks of silk kimonos in various colors, patterns, and styles surrounded him. Sakku expertly guided him through the sea of fabric. She selected nothing as they passed by dozens of kimonos that he thought would be nice to wear tonight.
As they reached the back of the store, Naruto's eyes widened at the sight of the imposing double steel doors adorned with intricate carvings and the prominent Uzumaki crest. The brilliant red jewel nestled at its center caught his attention, radiating an air of power and prestige. He turned to Sakku, confusion etched on his face.
"What's behind those doors, Sakku?" Naruto asked, his curiosity piqued.
Sakku's mischievous grin widened as she met Naruto's gaze. "Oh, these doors hold a special secret, Naruto. It's our little way of creating an air of exclusivity. We reserve this space for only the finest treasures and invite only the noblest families to step inside."
Naruto's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, so it's not just for show?"
Sakku chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, not entirely. You see when the wives or daughters of the wealthy merchant houses insist on gaining entry, we add a little extra to the price tag and grant them temporary access. It's a bit of a well-kept secret, but it keeps our business thriving."
Naruto couldn't help but laugh at the cleverness of their strategy. "You know, Sakku, you Harunos really know how to play the game. It's impressive."
Sakku shrugged playfully. "We've learned to embrace both tradition and innovation. It's what sets us apart. And who says a little mystery and intrigue can't spice up the shopping experience?"
Naruto nodded, beginning to understand the hidden depths of the Haruno clan's business endeavors. With Sakku leading the way, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their resourcefulness and creativity.
"Alright, Sakku, let's see what lies beyond those doors," Naruto said, his excitement building.
Sakku's mischievous grin widened as she met Naruto's gaze. "Ah, Naruto, prepare yourself for a grand entrance. Watch closely!"
With a swift flick of her wrist, Sakku produced a small scroll from her sleeve adorned with what looked like ancient Uzumaki seals. She unraveled it with a flourish, revealing a series of intricate symbols that danced and shimmered with an ethereal glow. As she pressed her palm against the scroll, a surge of chakra coursed through her, causing the seals to illuminate in a mesmerizing display of flashing lights and sparks.
In a symphony of magic and mystery, the steel doors responded to the seal's power. They creaked open slowly as if unveiling a hidden world of wonders. The room beyond was bathed in soft, golden light, illuminating racks of elegant kimonos, shelves adorned with precious accessories, and displays of opulent jewelry.
Naruto's jaw dropped in awe, his eyes taking in the breathtaking scene before him. "Whoa, Sakku! That was incredible!"
Sakku chuckled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You can thank Karen for that, It was her idea to add a touch of enchantment to the shopping experience. We Harumo believe in the power of spectacle and surprise. After all, why settle for the mundane when we can create something truly extraordinary?"
Naruto nodded, completely captivated by the magical ambiance of the hidden room. The air was filled with anticipation and the promise of discovering something extraordinary. It was then he felt the touch of chakra that was trying to make him want to buy everything.
"Alright, Sakku, lead the way," Naruto said, his voice filled with excitement as he pushed the influence of the seal aside. "Let's explore your realm of treasures and find the perfect outfit for tonight's event!"
After seeing all the colorful kimonos at the front of the store Naruto was happily surprised that men's kimonos typically have simpler designs and muted colors compared to women's kimonos. They all feature solid colors or subtle patterns, and the overall silhouette is more structured and less flowy compared to women's kimonos. He learned that men's kimonos also have a straighter cut and are typically worn with a narrower obi or belt compared to the wide obi used in women's kimonos.
After guiding Naruto to the men's section, Sakku gestured proudly towards the collection of kimonos displayed on racks. Each garment exuded an air of elegance and refinement, though they lacked the flamboyance of the Uzumaki wives' attire.
"These may not be as flashy as what your wives wear, Naruto, but let me assure you, they are crafted from the most exquisite silks woven by the skilled artisans of the Hyuga clan," Sakku explained, her voice tinged with confidence. "Every noble, regardless of their house or lineage, will recognize the unparalleled quality of these garments. They are the epitome of luxury."
Naruto's eyes scanned the array of kimonos before him, their colors and patterns reflecting a harmonious blend of tradition and sophistication. He couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the craftsmanship and attention to detail that went into their creation.
"I never realized how much goes into making a kimono," Naruto admitted, running his hand over the fine fabric. "They're more than just clothes; they're works of art."
Sakku nodded, her smile was radiant with pride. "Indeed, Naruto. Each stitch, each thread tells a story. They embody the grace and heritage of our culture. Wearing one of these kimonos is like donning a piece of history."
Naruto's gaze shifted from one kimono to another, his mind contemplating the significance behind each design. He could almost envision the wearers of these garments, their noble lineage, and refined tastes. It was a connection to a world beyond his own, a world where tradition and elegance converged.
"Alright, Sakku," Naruto said with determination, "help me choose a kimono that will make a statement tonight. I want to represent the Uzumaki clan with pride and show everyone that we appreciate the finer things in life."
Sakku's warm smile remained as she turned her attention to Naruto, her experienced gaze assessing his frame. With a graceful motion, she retrieved a particular kimono from the selection and held it up for him to see.
"I believe we should start with this one," Sakku suggested, her voice filled with a hint of excitement. "But to truly appreciate its significance, Naruto, you must feel the touch of the silk against your skin. It is an essential part of understanding the importance and allure of these garments."
Naruto blinked in surprise at Sakku's request, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Uh, strip?" he repeated, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement. It seemed a peculiar step in the process, but he trusted Sakku's expertise and knew that understanding the essence of the kimono required immersing himself fully.
Sakku chuckled softly, watching Naruto remove his jacket. "Don't worry, Naruto. It's just a part of the experience. Consider it a moment of connection with the fabric and the craftsmanship that goes into creating these beautiful kimonos."
Naruto nodded, mustering his resolve. He trusted Sakku's guidance and was willing to embrace this unfamiliar aspect of the kimono fitting process. With a determined expression, he began to remove the rest of his clothes, dropping them to the side.
Sakku maintained a professional demeanor on the outside, doing her best to focus on her task as she adjusted her measuring tape and studied Naruto's measurements. She ran her smooth soft hands over his bare chest and down his sides, each movement to record a measurement but every touch filled her with a desire she hadn't felt before. She did her best to make quick, precise calculations, her eyes flickering with concentration. As she worked her heart beat faster and she could feel a want, a need building inside her. Was this how Sakura felt, was this the family curse awakening in her?
"Alright, Naruto," Sakku said, her voice coming out hoarse and low. "Now, step into the kimono and let the silk embrace you. Allow yourself to feel the fabric's texture against your skin. It will give you a deeper appreciation for the artistry and craftsmanship that goes into its creation."
Naruto followed Sakku's instructions, gingerly sliding his arms through the sleeves and adjusting the kimono around his body. The fabric glided over his skin, caressing him with its gentle touch. He couldn't help but marvel at the softness and luxurious feel of the silk. Sakku used her hands to smooth the silk down and over his body, her touch gentle but firm as she lingered on his body.
As Naruto stood there, enveloped in the kimono's embrace, a sense of connection and understanding washed over him. The weight and texture of the fabric whispered stories of tradition and elegance, and he found himself immersed in the beauty of the moment.
Sakku's smile widened as she observed Naruto's reaction, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something more. She moved closer to him, their bodies now just inches apart, and her voice carried a soft, almost intimate tone.
"You see, Naruto," she said, her voice laced with a hint of seduction, "the kimono is more than just a piece of clothing. It has the power to transform not only your appearance but also your perception. It carries with it the weight of our culture, our traditions, and our shared heritage."
As she spoke, her gaze locked with Naruto's vibrant blue eyes, their intensity growing with each passing moment. Sakku's lips naturally tinted a soft, alluring pink, glistened slightly as she moistened them, her breath catching in her throat.
In that instant, a surge of desire and a magnetic pull seemed to exist between them. Naruto's heart skipped a beat, a mix of confusion and anticipation swirling within him. He couldn't help but be captivated by Sakku's presence, her words resonating deep within his being.
Sakku leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And when you wear this kimono, Naruto, you not only honor our clans but also awaken a dormant strength within you. It's a symbol of the resilience and power that flows through your veins. A power that I can feel beating within you."
Naruto's breath hitched, his eyes locked with Sakku's as a flush crept up his cheeks. He felt a wave of electricity pass between them, the air thick with tension and unspoken desires. It was a moment suspended in time, where the boundaries blurred and something more mysterious and alluring took hold.
Who moved first they would never know but as their lips touched the smoldering desire bust into a flame as Sakku pressed her whole body up again Naruto and as their tongues battled back and forth she pushed him back onto a lounge chair that the Daimyo's wife had used but hours before.
As she trailed a line of kisses down his neck Naruto with his arms firmly around Sakku's waist said, "Sakku please we shouldn't.", his feeble attempt to stop her only made her look up at him with a smile.
"Ever since that day we first met I have wanted you.", she said breathlessly as she pulled open his kimono to kiss his chest as she worked her way down undoing his belt to allow the kimono to fall open.
The desire between them grew, fueled by pure passion and a connection she no longer wanted to suppress, his chakra called to her like no other. He looked at the door that had locked when they entered, he knew they had to be careful, to keep this hidden from prying eyes, but in the safety of this room, he felt he could let his guard down and indulge in their desires.
As Naruto's hands explored Sakku's body, tracing every curve and contour, a wave of pleasure washed over him as her hands found his member. The physical connection was intoxicating, each touch igniting a fire within them both. She moved back a step and then dropped to her knee, once in place she stared into his eyes as she sucked him deep into her throat without pausing. Running his hands over her soft curls releasing her hair from her ponytail he rested his hand on the back of her head, he gently pulled her closer until every inch was embedded down her throat.
Leaning back with a pop she released him and as she pumped him with both hands she wiped her chin on her silk-covered arm. "Don't hold back, use me,", she moaned out before sucking him back in and urging him on with her hands until he started moving his hips, slow at first but when she placed his hands on the back of her head he lost what control he had and started thrusting harder and harder until the room filled with the slapping sounds of his hips hitting her cheeks. Then with a roar, he pulled her close and as she massaged his balls with her soft smooth hands he unloaded deep into her throat.
Lost in the moment, Naruto leaned down and yanked her to her feet, looking into her wide eyes and cum soaked face, he pulled the short kimono off her body to see she was naked beneath the silk, her bright pink nipples and C-cup breast cried out to be touched but it was her pink haired covered pussy he wanted most. Turning her around he placed a trail of kisses along Sakku's spine, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The sensation sent shivers down her body, heightening the pleasure coursing through her veins. Their connection went beyond the physical as her body craved his chakra in a way she had never felt before.
"I am going to fuck you.", said Naruto as he bent her over and ran his hands over her round ass cheeks lower down he found is wet and dripping. With a roguish grin, he aimed his member at her entrance and with a slow easy push entered her until he was completely enveloped in her.
"More…", she groaned out pushing back at him all the while bracing her hands on the lounge
She didn't have to tell him twice as he slapped his hips into her rear and using his full length started pounding into her The appeal of having sex here in a clothing shop with hundreds of people only feet away drove him to go faster. Her enticing womanly form bucked against him, her pink hair flailing about, the delicate curls getting tangled as she thrashed about as climax after climax racked her body.
As his passion reached its peak, Naruto held Sakku tightly, their bodies trembling with ecstasy. In that moment of bliss, Sakku's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she felt him full her until his seed dripped onto the silk-covered floor. As he pulled free she dropped to the floor to only look up at him with a dumbfounded smile with her eyes glazed over. This was more than she had ever hoped for, her grandmother's warning was right, never have sex with a Uzumaki you will never want another.
Standing up Sakku used her discarded robe to wipe herself off as she walked over on trembling legs to pull a Kimono off the rack, "Now, Naruto, let's make some final adjustments and ensure that this kimono fits you perfectly. You are about to embark on a journey that will showcase the elegance and grace of the Uzumaki clan.", said the naked Sakku grinning as she held out the perfect Kimono for Naruto to wear to the dinner.
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Made of the finest silk, sourced from the silk worms only grown by the Aburame clan so rare it is beyond the reach of ordinary merchants, the kimono enveloped Naruto's form in an ethereal splendor. Its fabric shimmered with a lustrous sheen, reflecting hues of deep indigo and celestial blue. Intricate patterns of swirling clouds, reminiscent of a starlit sky, adorned the garment, meticulously woven with golden threads that glimmered like stardust. The kimono flowed gracefully around him, its flowing sleeves resembling the wings of a celestial creature in flight.
As Naruto donned the exquisite kimono, he felt a sense of otherworldly elegance and power envelop him. The silk caressed his skin, whispering secrets of distant lands and ancient traditions. It draped his frame with a regal aura, evoking a sense of nobility and authority.
The attention to detail was impeccable, from the ornate embroidery tracing the edges to the delicate silk ties that secured the garment in place. The craftsmanship was a testament to the skill and dedication of the artisans who crafted it, ensuring that Naruto stood as a beacon of elegance and sophistication.
As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, Naruto couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. The kimono was more than just a piece of clothing; it was a statement, a symbol of his status and the legacy he carried as an Uzumaki. With each step he took, the soft rustle of silk whispered tales of honor and resilience, reminding him of the indomitable spirit of his clan.
Clad in the resplendent kimono, Naruto stood tall and proud, ready to face the world with an air of dignified grace. The attire not only elevated his appearance but also embodied the essence of his journey, embodying the strength and wisdom he had acquired throughout his adventures.
"Well? What do you think?", said Naruto as he turned back from the mirror in the master bedroom to look over at Karen and Tayuya their mouths were open but no words coming out.
"I fucking told her to make you look good but I had no idea she had this hiding down there.", said Tayuya as she walked around Naruto seeing that the fit was so perfect it looked like it had been made only for his body.
Hearing a knocking on the door they all turned to see Hinata as she stood at the door, her presence commanded attention despite the subdued elegance of her attire. Clad in the classical kimono of her Hyuga clan, she embodied a sense of refined simplicity that was both captivating and enigmatic. The muted colors of gray and brown that adorned her kimono may have seemed unassuming to the untrained eye, but to those familiar with the ways of the Hyuga, the true essence of their craftsmanship and discerning taste revealed itself.
The silk that enveloped Hinata's slender frame was of the highest quality, with a subtle sheen that whispered of its exceptional origins. Every fold and seam were meticulously tailored, ensuring a perfect fit that accentuated her graceful posture and delicate features. The contrast between the Hyuga's renowned all-seeing eye and their preference for understated colors added an intriguing layer to Hinata's appearance. It spoke of the duality within her, the harmonious balance of power and humility that defined her clan. The kimono, while modest in its aesthetics, emanated a silent strength, symbolizing the unwavering dedication and unwritten codes of conduct upheld by the Hyuga clan.
As Naruto's gaze met Hinata's, he couldn't help but be captivated by the timeless elegance she exuded, trained from birth to be the perfect leader not only of a clan but a financial empire she demanded attention with a simple smile.
"Your guests have all arrived, it is time to go," announced Hinata, embodying the role of the humble herald for tonight's dinner. With grace and poise, she guided them toward the dining hall, her voice carrying a touch of reverence.
"I must say, you all look like figures straight out of the history books as if the legendary Uzukage of Uzushiogakure has come to life," Hinata remarked, her words laced with admiration. Leading them through the corridors, she created an atmosphere of anticipation and grandeur.
"All is proceeding according to plan," Hinata whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of intrigue. "Father has expertly woven a web of business discussions to distract the Daimyos, while Sakura works her persuasive magic on Temari as we speak."
Naruto, oblivious to the intricacies of their covert operation, had been instructed to play the role of a figurehead for the evening, unaware of the true machinations at play. Tonight, it was the Uzumaki wives who would take the lead, their cunning and strategy guiding the course of events.
"Good," Karen responded with a cool, calculating tone, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. Even in her home danger could be around every corner. Every step they took down the dimly lit hallway was laced with tension and purpose. The weight of their plan hung heavy in the air. "And what of the other clans? Are they all in position?"
Hinata, her gaze sharp and focused, nodded solemnly. Her loyalty to Naruto propelled her forward, pushing aside any personal objectives for tonight. "Yes, they're all here as planned," she answered, her voice laced with an underlying determination. "Ino is playing her part, she is surprisingly adept at manipulating the other clans, keeping them under her sway and ready to fall in line."
Karen's lips curled into a subtle smile, a glimmer of admiration shining in her eyes. In this dangerous game of shadows, alliances they had forged out of necessity now were all coming into play. Tonight, the Uzumaki wives would be a force to be reckoned with, their every move orchestrated to perfection.
Together, they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, their footsteps echoing down the tiled hall as they approached the large double doors. In this world of ninjas and secrets, their hearts beat in unison, their devotion to Naruto guiding their every action. The stage was set, and the Uzumaki wives were prepared to play their parts, their eyes fixed on victory, no matter the cost.
Hinata halted in front of the imposing oak doors, taking a moment to steady her breath before delivering a soft, deliberate knock. As the doors creaked open, she leaned in and whispered to the guard, "It's time." Stepping back with an air of authority, she stood tall, ready to make her entrance.
"Allow me to present Clan Uzumaki," boomed the deep voice of the formidable Akimichi, adorned in resplendent crimson yoroi armor that gleamed with a mesmerizing luster. Each piece is meticulously polished to perfection, reflecting the flickering candlelight.
"Don't say a word.", whispered Karin into Naruto's shoulder as she and Tayuya took each of his arms and walked into the grand dining hall with every eye on them.
As they glided through the room, their presence commanded attention, and whispers of admiration rippled through the crowd. Their attire spoke volumes, revealing not only a refined taste but also the position of the clan and Naruto's esteemed leader. The regal air they exuded drew comparisons to the noble of the five lands, where power and grace walked hand in hand.
Amidst the gathering of esteemed guests, the atmosphere crackled with a sense of intrigue and political maneuvering. The subtle dance of power and alliances echoed the political machinations where hidden agendas and whispered secrets were as common as the air they breathed.
Naruto, now by Tayuya and Karen's side, was a stark contrast to the women's vibrant elegance. Together, they embodied the duality of their union, a blend of fiery passion and unyielding strength. Naruto's presence radiated with an unmistakable aura of leadership, his eyes mirroring the willpower and resilience of those who had braved and won battles with the Akatsuki not alone but as a clan, a family.
Naruto's smile widened as he made his way along the long row of tables, his eyes locking with Ino's. He watched as she gracefully weaved through the guests, her presence captivating and her demeanor enchanting. With each interaction, Ino's touch was gentle, her words kind, and her jokes carried a hint of mischief. But hidden within her charm, she strategically sowed the seeds of support that would ultimately pave the path to victory. Naruto would later come to realize the significance of her subtle influence, how her words resonated and stirred the hearts of those in attendance.
Coming to a graceful halt at the end of the low tables, Hinata took a composed breath, her posture radiating elegance and poise. She executed a series of bows with utmost precision—a respectful nod to her father and a dignified acknowledgment to each of the esteemed Daimyo. Her movements were deliberate, each bow striking the perfect balance of reverence and restraint.
"Allow me to present our esteemed host for this evening," Hinata announced, her voice carrying a hint of pride. "This is Naruto Uzumaki, the esteemed leader of Clan Uzumaki, accompanied by his first wife, Tayuya, and his second wife, Karen, who oversees the financial affairs of the noble clan."
Hinata's words conveyed both respect and recognition, underscoring the significance of Naruto's role as the host of the event. With her introduction, she acknowledged the importance of each member of the Uzumaki family, bestowing upon them the honor they deserved.
"We are honored to be your guest, please sit and let us talk.", said the Daimyo of the land of fire indicating the three seats to his right. Hinata joined her father on the left side of the Daimyo of the land of wind.
"We are honored to have you as our distinguished guests," Karen proclaimed, her voice carrying an air of regality. She gestured towards the seats moving Naruto to the right, indicated by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. Hinata gracefully joined her father on the left side of the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, assuming her role as future clan leader. The talk of trade and loans of large sums soon filled the air between the Hyuga and the Daimyo.
Naruto, playing his part, sat at the head of the table but his attention was fixed on Gaara, his future brother-in-law. His desire to have a private conversation with Gaara was evident in his eyes as if seeking a connection beyond the formalities of the event. The room buzzed with conversation and the gentle melodies filled the air, setting the stage for delicate alliances and strategic maneuvering.
Karen, with her keen intellect and astute planning, led the way, orchestrating the evening with precision. Calling for the dinner to progress, she observed the interactions, ensuring that the seeds of their scheme were being sown. Naruto, torn between his role and personal desires, bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to approach Gaara and address the matters close to his heart.
Amidst the opulent gathering of nobles, Tayuya's voice rang out, slicing through the air like a blade. Her words carried a hint of steel, delivered with a calculated mix of assertiveness and menace. In the realm of courtly intrigue, their game transcended physical weapons, relying instead on the power of cunning and subterfuge.
As Karen wove her intricate web of diplomatic alliances, her honeyed words concealing layers of strategy, Tayuya complemented her with a sharpness that brooked no deception. Her directness and unwavering focus made it clear to all present that they formed an unbreakable alliance, a formidable duo capable of outmaneuvering any opponent.
Their collaboration was a testament to the strength of their clan, a melding of Karen's finesse and Tayuya's unyielding determination. Together, they navigated the treacherous landscape of power, leaving no stone unturned in their pursuit of advantage. With every carefully chosen word and calculated action, they solidified their place as a force to be reckoned with, a team whose influence could not be underestimated.
Naruto scanned the room looking for familiar faces when he spotted Sakura seated next to Temari with a tall blonde woman at her other side. Yugito Nii was dressed in the colors of her village but her eyes were only on Sakura as if she was memorized by the pink-haired girl.
It was Sakura's touch on Temari that caught Naruto's keen eye, the subtle glow of chakra he had grown accustomed to sensing from her. However, this time, it was not the healing aura for which she was renowned. Instead, it was the distinct signature of her clan's curse, a power that was being used to discreetly siphon chakra from Temari. The process was so subtle that it went largely unnoticed.
Curiosity and concern welled up within Naruto, and he leaned closer to Tayuya, his voice a mere whisper into her hair. "Tayuya, what is Sakura doing?" he inquired, his words barely audible amidst the bustling ambiance of the room.
But Tayuya's response was sharp and cutting, laced with a mix of bitterness and possessiveness. "Stay quiet," she retorted, her words dripping with disdain. "I allowed you to fuck that woman downstairs, so now you just sit there and play your part."
Her fingers dug into his thigh, conveying her frustration and asserting her control over the situation. At that moment, Naruto realized that there were deeper layers to the intricate web and power plays unfolding around him, and he could only observe, silently contemplating the motivations behind Sakura's actions and Tayuya's grip on him told him they would be having a talk later.
"My lord, do you know the tale of the Council of Clans and the Red Chair?" Karen's words hung in the air, drawing the attention of the Daimyo, who had been engaged in the art of small talk for hours. His hand reached out to rest on hers, a gesture of empathy or understanding.
"Yes, indeed. It is regrettable that you do not have all the new clan heads in place," the Daimyo responded, a tinge of sympathy coloring his voice.
Karen seized the opportunity, leading him into her carefully laid trap. "My lord, what do you mean?" she probed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
A moment of hesitation flickered across the Daimyo's face before he revealed his hand. "The Uchiha clan, unfortunately, has dwindled to a single member and is on the verge of extinction. Without their presence, the Council of Clans cannot be convened," he disclosed, unaware of the intricate dance unfolding around him.
Karen's smile widened, her plan taking shape. "So, if we were to secure the full agreement of all the clans, including the Uchiha, you would reinstate the Council of Clans and dissolve the civilian council?" she inquired, her voice dripping with purpose.
The Daimyo's response was resolute, his gaze fixed upon Karen's beaming countenance. "Indeed, my dear. A Daimyo never goes back on his word," he affirmed, unaware of the pieces falling into place. Meanwhile, Tayuya, rising from her seat, gracefully exited the room, leaving the stage set for Karen's calculated moves.
"My lords and honored guests, may I introduce Clan Uchiha!" The commanding voice of the Akimichi guard echoed through the room as the grand double doors swung open, revealing a sight that captured everyone's attention. Tayuya, with an air of confidence, led the way, her presence commanding respect. Beside her, Sasuke Uchiha, his arm linked with a visibly pregnant Itachi, entered the room with an aura of quiet power. Following closely behind them was the absent Hokage, Tsunade, who had returned to take her place in the gathering.
"My lords, may I present Sasuke Uchiha, the esteemed head of Clan Uchiha, and his wife Itachi, who has recently concluded her undercover mission as a member of the Akatsuki," Tsunade declared, her voice carrying the weight of significance. "Itachi has served her village and the Land of Fire with unwavering honor."
As the words resounded in the room, a hushed silence fell over the assembled guests, their attention now fully captivated by the arrival of the Uchiha clan, a symbol of strength and power for Konohagakure on full display.
"As you can see my lord the Uchiha clan is alive and growing.", said Karin as her eyes tracked Tayuya as she walked around the room to take up station at the far end.
"Yes I can see that, but the council of clans will need leaders of the same generation to be reinstated.", said the Daimyo playing his last card before losing control of the village once the civilian council was disbanded.
"I am getting old and it is time for a new generation to take the lead,", said Hiashi Hyuga as he looked to his daughter gesturing for her to stand. "I give my daughter Hinata full and complete control of clan Hyuga may she lead with honor."
"Life is troublesome but I agree it is time,", said Skikaku as Shikamaru stood up to stand by his side.
Inoichi placed his hands in his lap and closed his eyes for a moment to the sound of cheering as he told his clan that Ino was their new leader, "It is done, my daughter, the truest warrior of the Yamanaka clan will lead."
Chōza Akimichi stood to his full impressive height and looked at his son and declared, "Choji had proven to me and to all here that he is ready to lead.", with those words he pulled his son to his feet giving him a hug before sitting back down.
Tsume Inuzuka stood, her wild hair making a cloud around her head as she grinned at all assembled, "Kiba is rash, loud, uncontrolled, quick to anger, and quick to love. He will make a great leader of the Inuzuka."
All eyes fell on Shibi Aburame the last of the noble clans, you could hear a pin drop as they all waited for his answer to the unasked question. "The hive only grows when the young with their energy and knowledge look with fresh eyes to the future."
"I have reached an age where passing the torch is inevitable," Hiashi Hyuga remarked, his gaze shifting towards his daughter as he motioned for her to rise. "I hereby entrust Hinata with full authority over the Hyuga Clan, may she lead with honor."
"Life is troublesome, but I concur that it is time for a new generation to assume leadership," Shikaku Nara stated, his voice filled with wisdom. Shikamaru stood up beside him, showing his support.
Inoichi Yamanaka clasped his hands together and closed his eyes momentarily, the cheering of his clan resonating in his ears. With conviction, he announced that Ino would be their new leader. "It is done. My daughter, the truest warrior of the Yamanaka Clan, shall lead us."
Chōza Akimichi rose to his impressive stature, gazing proudly at his son. He declared, "Choji has proven himself worthy of leadership." With those words, he pulled Choji to his feet and embraced him before returning to his seat.
Tsume Inuzuka stood tall, her untamed hair framing her face as she beamed at the gathering. "Kiba has been raised in the ways of the Inuzuka—bold, untamed, quick to anger, and quick to love. He will make an exceptional leader for our clan."
All eyes turned to Shibi Aburame, the last representative of the noble clans. A silence enveloped the room as everyone awaited his response to the unspoken question. "The hive thrives when the young, full of energy and knowledge, look toward the future with fresh eyes," he finally replied, his words carrying a profound significance.
"As it was in the days of old when the village was young, I hereby declare that Karen Uzumaki shall assume her rightful place and be seated in the Red Chair as the esteemed head of the Council of Clans!" bellowed Tayuya from the far side of the room, her voice resounding with brazenness.
"It would seem my lord that the clans are in agreement.", said Tsunade looking down at the seated Daimyo
Rising to his full stature, the Daimyo surveyed the room with a discerning gaze before asserting, "Indeed, it appears so. However, the Red Chair rightfully belongs to the first wife of the clan, Temari." With a smile, he gestured towards the blonde, making an effort to honor the agreement he had forged with the Daimyo of the Land of Wind.
Temari attempted to stand, her legs unsteady beneath her, but she faltered and toppled over, crashing onto the table, and causing a chaotic spectacle of flying food and cups. The room fell into a stunned silence, everyone froze in disbelief. As she rolled onto her back, Temari uttered, "I don't want to be the first wife."
The mission Sakura had undertaken was accomplished, but now an unforeseen turn of events unfolded. The pivotal moment had arrived, where the fate of the child hung in the balance. Would the Daimyo demand the child's life, or would he grant Temari the opportunity to join the clan? The room held its breath, anticipation and uncertainty intertwining in the air.
"I have borne the weight of pain and solitude throughout my existence," Gaara's voice echoed through the room, stunning everyone with its solemnity. "It was the presence of family and friends that transformed me, that shaped me into who I am today. A dear friend once imparted to me the wisdom that without family, we are naught but insignificant specks scattered in the wind. But let it be known that if any harm befalls my cherished sister and her child, it will not be mere dust that buries the bones of those responsible, but the relentless fury of the desert sands."
Gaara's words hung in the air, each syllable carrying an unyielding resolve. The weight of his determination and his unwavering dedication to protecting his loved ones reverberated through the room, leaving an indelible impact on all.
The two Daimyo exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation. With a wave of his hand, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind spoke, his voice carrying an air of acceptance. "I yield to your request," he said, though his words held no true authority within the confines of this room.
It was an acknowledgment, a symbolic gesture in the face of Gaara's unwavering stare. The decision belonged to the clan, the village, and ultimately, the bond between Temari, her child, and the Uzumaki family. The Daimyo's words were but a formality, for in this gathering, it was the will and unity of the clans that held the true power
Tayuya's exuberant cheer shattered the lingering silence, her voice resonating through the room like a burst of energy. In a rush of excitement, she sprinted across the floor, propelled by an overwhelming joy. With unbridled enthusiasm, she leaped into Naruto's waiting arms, their bodies entwined in an embrace.
The room erupted with applause and cheers, the sound of their collective celebration filling the air. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to the unity and resilience of the Uzumaki clan. As Naruto and Tayuya shared a passionate kiss, their connection symbolized the triumph of love and determination against all odds.
The resounding cheers reverberated through the room, their echoes carrying the profound significance of the moment. It was not just a celebration of the present, but a glimpse into a future filled with renewed hope and promise. The collective joy and relief that permeated the atmosphere served as a testament to the strength of their bonds and the triumph over adversity.
In that instant, it was clear that a life had been saved, the Uzumaki clan had been restored to its rightful place, and the leadership of the village had found its rightful bearer. The weight of responsibility was now firmly placed back into the hands of the Hokage, symbolizing the return of stability and guidance to the village.
As the applause gradually subsided, a sense of calm settled upon the room mingled with an electric anticipation for what lay ahead.
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