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Author's Note: I was listening to 'Bad Girlfriend' in the car on the way home and this little Hanabi gem popped in my head. Enjoy this little interlude ;-)
Eternal Love
The first thing Hanabi became aware of was her body—her trembling, utterly spent body still tingling with echoes of pleasure. She lay on the bed, staring up at the wooden beams of her bedroom ceiling, her breathing uneven and shallow. Slowly, her surroundings came into focus: the faint scent of sweat and jasmine lingering in the air, the disheveled sheets covering her, and the empty space beside her.
Naruto was gone.
Of course, he was. She had expected as much.
Hanabi ran a hand down her stomach, her skin hypersensitive to her touch. Her fingers grazed the curve of her hip to slide between her legs, and she shivered, a fresh wave of sensation cascading through her. It was addictive, this feeling—this raw, unrestrained joy she hadn't known she was capable of experiencing.
Her entire life had been a series of careful expectations, suffocating in their predictability. She had been raised under the shadow of the Hyuga Clan's rigid traditions, always teetering on the precipice of becoming just another branch member, just another cog in a machine that valued duty above all else. She had never believed she was worthy of anything more, especially not of being truly happy.
But now, for the first time, she wasn't so sure.
Hanabi sat up, her hair falling in messy waves around her face, and let the cool air kiss her flushed skin. Her thoughts tangled, looping endlessly back to the man who had just left her bed. Naruto. She pressed her lips together, her heart racing at the memory of him—his strength, his intensity was more than she could ever hope for. He had touched her in ways she hadn't known were possible, in ways that made her feel like she wasn't just a shadow trailing behind Hinata's light.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, unsteady at first, her knees weak. Even that small act reminded her of what had just transpired. Her body still quivered, muscles aching in ways she had never imagined. The sensation of what he had left behind slid slowly down her left leg, thick and still warm. Yet, despite the exhaustion, she felt alive—more alive than she ever had.
"I need a shower," she said out loud turning to her private bath.
Hanabi crossed the room, catching her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her hair was wild, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen from their earlier kisses. For a fleeting moment, she saw herself as someone else entirely—not the dutiful heiress, not the forgotten younger sister, but a woman. A woman who, for one night, had been seen, touched, and cherished.
And yet, as she stared into her pale eyes, the familiar feelings of unworthiness crept back in. Naruto wasn't hers. She had always understood that. He belonged to Hinata in ways that she never could. Her sister was everything—strong, kind, and endlessly devoted. It was no wonder Naruto had chosen her.
But now, for the first time, Hanabi truly understood why and she wanted more, so much more.
Naruto was unlike anyone she had ever known. His warmth, his intensity, the way he looked at her—not with pity or obligation, but with a kind of genuine desire that left her breathless—it all made sense. It was no mystery why Hinata loved him with every fiber of her being. And now Hanabi understood that love because she felt a spark of it herself.
Her heart ached with the weight of it, but there was no bitterness. She didn't resent Hinata. If anything, she respected her sister more than ever. It took a strong person to love Naruto, to stand beside someone so radiant, so overwhelming.
Hanabi let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she moved toward the bathroom. Her bare feet padded softly against the wooden floor, and she winced slightly with each step, a reminder of the night's intensity.
She stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the steam begin to fill the small space. As she slipped beneath the cascade of warm water, she let it wash away the lingering scent of him, the sweat, and the heat of their time together.
But as she ran the washcloth over her body, the memory clung to her—the way he had made her feel, the way her body had responded in ways she never thought possible. Her hands moved with the washcloth, tracing over her skin, the warmth of the water masking the heat that lingered deep within her. Her touch slowed, dropping the cloth to the floor, and using her hand she passed over the tender ache he had left behind.
Hanabi paused, her breath catching. She had never done this before and had never thought of exploring herself in this way. It was a realm she had assumed was for others, not for someone like her. Her fingers moved again, tentative but curious finding her still swollen clit with her fingers. The sensation sent a shiver through her, unfamiliar but undeniable, and she couldn't stop herself from pressing just a little harder a little deep sliding a finger into her core.
Her knees weakened, and she leaned against the cool tile for support as her hand began to move with more purpose. Each stroke sent a pulse of pleasure through her, building on the echoes of what he had awakened in her that night. She bit her lip, her other hand pulling on her nipples as the heat inside her climbed higher, faster than she ever expected.
When the release came, it hit her like a wave, leaving her gasping, her body trembling under the spray of water. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as she let the sensation take her completely. It was unlike anything she had ever known—new, raw, overwhelming, and utterly hers.
As her breathing steadied, Hanabi rested her back against the cool tile, slowly sliding down until she sat on the floor, her thoughts swirling. She had never imagined that such pleasure could come from her own touch. For a brief moment, embarrassment flickered within her, but it was quickly eclipsed by the lingering warmth and satisfaction coursing through her. Pulling her hand free she looked at it as if it was a strange new toy, It was her first time, but she knew it wouldn't be her last.
She rested her forehead against the cool tile, letting the water pour over her. For the first time in her life, she felt a spark of something she had never dared to hope for, joy. Naruto had given her that, awakened it within her, and even if it felt fleeting, she refused to believe it could end here. No, this wasn't the end—this had to be the beginning. She would do whatever it took to keep that feeling, to keep him in her life. She could be more, do more, become whatever he needed her to be. The thought sent a shiver through her, but it wasn't fear—it was resolved, fierce, and consuming.
Hanabi pressed her hands back between her legs, her heart pounding as she whispered to herself, "I won't let this go. I can't."
….
The stars stretched endlessly above them, tiny points of light scattered across a vast, inky sky. The desert's oppressive heat had eased with the night, replaced by a cool breeze that carried the distant howls of unseen predators. It was a world away from Konoha—a harsh, unrelenting wilderness that seemed to thrive on solitude and silence.
Naruto sat cross-legged near the fire, his face illuminated by the flickering orange glow. The campfire crackled softly, its warmth offering little comfort against the thoughts swirling in his head. Weeks of training under Orochimaru had chipped away at his once unwavering sense of right and wrong, forcing him to see the world—and himself—in ways he hadn't before.
The lizard, now reduced to the size of a dog, lay curled beside him. Its scaled body shimmered faintly in the firelight, the iridescent hues giving it an otherworldly appearance. Its sharp eyes flicked between the two men, alert but calm, its breathing slow and steady. The creature was a testament to Naruto's newfound abilities, a physical manifestation of the line he had crossed and couldn't go back.
Orochimaru sat opposite him, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight, making them seem even more unnatural. He wasn't speaking—he rarely did during moments like this—but his presence was as heavy as the dark expanse above them. His face betrayed nothing, but Naruto had come to recognize the subtleties in his movements, the slight tilt of his head, the way his fingers tapped against his thigh. Orochimaru was always thinking, always calculating, but tonight even he seemed lost in his own thoughts.
The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the distant, mournful howls of night creatures. It wasn't the kind of silence Naruto had known back in Konoha, the comfortable quiet of familiarity and home. This was different—a weighty, reflective stillness that pressed down on him, demanding he confront the events of the past weeks.
His eyes drifted to the lizard. The creature had become a companion of sorts, loyal in a way that surprised him. Naruto had reshaped it, not just physically but spiritually, molding it into something more than it had been. He wasn't sure whether to feel proud or uneasy about that. He reached out, running a hand along its scaled back. The lizard gave a low, contented rumble, leaning into his touch.
"Do you regret it?" Orochimaru's voice finally broke the quiet, low and smooth, almost blending with the night itself.
Naruto didn't look up. "Regret what?"
"Everything." Orochimaru gestured faintly with one hand. "The training. The creature. The choices you've made." His tone was neither accusatory nor supportive; it was simply curious.
Naruto's fingers stilled against the lizard's back. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. "I guess... I thought it'd feel different. Doing what I've done—making something like this. It's amazing, but at the same time, it's... scary."
Orochimaru's lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze unwavering. "Power is always scary, Naruto. Especially to those who wield it. The question isn't whether it frightens you. It's whether you'll let that fear control you—or if you'll learn to control it."
Naruto met his gaze across the fire, his expression hard to read. The flames danced between them, casting shadows stretching and twisting unnaturally. "What about you? Are you afraid of what you've done? What you've become?"
For a moment, Orochimaru didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the stars, as though they might hold some elusive truth. "Every day," he said, at last, his voice carrying a weight that Naruto had rarely heard from him. "Fear is a constant companion. But it can also be a motivator—a teacher. It sharpens our focus, and reminds us of the stakes. The path I have taken, Naruto, is not for everyone. It is a road littered with choices I can never undo, lines I crossed that even I regret."
Orochimaru's golden eyes flicked down to meet Naruto's, his expression unusually somber. "Regret is a harsh teacher, one that brought me full circle. I have looked into the eyes of death more times than I can count, and in its reflection, I saw my own doom staring back at me. It changes a man. Sometimes it consumes him, but sometimes... sometimes it forces him to reconsider."
Naruto's brow furrowed, the words sinking in deeper than he expected. He had always seen Orochimaru as someone untouchable, unshakable, yet here he was, speaking with a vulnerability Naruto didn't think him capable of.
"Why are you telling me this?" Naruto asked, his voice quieter now, unsure of what he wanted the answer to be.
Orochimaru leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting once more to the endless sky above. "Because the choices you make now will shape the path ahead of you. And because I see something in you, Naruto. A potential... and a danger. You can achieve things I never could, but only if you understand the weight of what you're doing. The power you wield, the seals you've learned, the creatures you've created—they will shape you as much as you shape them. As much as these same steps shaped me when I was your age."
The lizard stirred slightly at Naruto's side as if echoing the gravity of the moment. Naruto glanced at it, his hand still resting on its scaled head. The creature, like himself, was a testament to the choices that had brought them here. It was stronger now, but at what cost?
"I don't want to end up like you," Naruto said at last, his voice steady but tinged with resolve.
Orochimaru let out a low, mirthless chuckle. "Good. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But remember, Naruto, even in the darkest of places, there's a way forward. It just depends on how far you're willing to go to find it."
Naruto looked at the lizard, then back at Orochimaru. "I don't know if I can do what you're saying. I don't know if I can just... walk into this darkness and come out into the light."
Orochimaru's smile widened slightly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough. The world won't wait for you to decide, Naruto. It never does. The sun will rise and the day will start and you will change, it is the way of the universe."
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of dry earth and distant vegetation. Naruto tilted his head back, gazing up at the stars. They were so clear here, so endless, each one a tiny fragment of light in the vast darkness. He felt small under them, but not insignificant. For all his doubts, all his fears, he knew one thing: he couldn't turn back now. Not after everything he'd seen. Not after everything he'd learned.
The lizard leaned against his leg, its weight grounding him. Naruto rested a hand on its head, his resolve hardening. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with dangers he couldn't yet comprehend.
The fire crackled softly, the only sound in the quiet of the night. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and new lessons. But tonight, under the vast, star-filled sky, Naruto allowed himself a moment to reflect on how far he'd come—and how far he still had to go.
Orochimaru stared down at his hands, the faint glow of a small seal flickering across his palm, shifting from red to blue. It was a constant reminder, a mark left by the Shinigami himself, to remind Orochimaru of the fate he had once sealed himself into. It was a curse, a consequence of his ambitions—something he had carried for years. The very thought of it sent a cold shiver down his spine.
But fate, Orochimaru had learned long ago, was not something fixed or unyielding. It was fluid, ever-changing, like a river that never stayed in one place, constantly reshaping itself. His own life had been a testament to that. He had defied death more times than he could count, and each time, it had been a step away from the path the Shinigami had intended for him.
Over the years, Orochimaru had tinkered with the seal, using his vast knowledge and power to alter its effects. It no longer held him to the fate the Shinigami had woven for him. Instead, it had become a tool, a compass that pointed him away from his destined meeting with death and toward something different—something he had yet to fully understand. His path, like all paths, was no longer a straight line. It was a labyrinth, twisting and turning, but for the first time in a long while, Orochimaru felt as though he might be able to carve a way through it.
He glanced over at Naruto, his golden eyes narrowing with an unreadable expression. The boy was more than just a student to him now. Naruto was a chance—an opportunity to break free from his own chains, to alter not just his own fate, but the very course of the world. Orochimaru had always prided himself on being the master of his own destiny, but he had come to understand that in order to truly control his future, he needed someone like Naruto. A force of nature, unpredictable and raw, someone whose potential had yet to be fully realized.
Naruto's ability to change the world, to shape reality itself, was what made him so valuable. And in some twisted, unexpected way, it was what made him essential to Orochimaru's own plans.
For the first time, Orochimaru wasn't just teaching Naruto to harness his power—he was preparing him to rewrite fate. Together, they would change the rules of the game, and in doing so, they would defy the very forces that had once controlled them both.
As Orochimaru looked at Naruto, he knew that the boy's future would not be determined by the whims of fate. It would be determined by them—by the choices they made together, and the path they chose to carve out of the chaos.
The glow of the seal faded as Orochimaru's thoughts sharpened. He wasn't just training Naruto. He was shaping the future. And for the first time in years, the future felt like something he could control.
…..
Naruto found Hinata in her office. The room was filled with the history of her father, who had ruled the clan for all her life but was now gone. She had yet to summon the courage to change the room to reflect her own style, not wanting to erase the memory of the father and clan head who had come before her.
Stopping in the doorway, Naruto felt the air grow thick with unspoken words as he and Hinata stood in the quiet room, facing each other. The weight of their respective responsibilities pressed down on them like an invisible force. Hinata, ever the iron fist, turned her back to him and stared out the window, her posture rigid, the epitome of a clan leader.
Naruto, the golden child, the village's protector, knew their paths could never truly align the way they once dreamed. The way she had dreamed of all her life.
Naruto broke the silence, his voice quiet but firm. "I can't promise I'll always be here, Hinata. The village needs me... and I know so do you."
Hinata turned to him, her pale eyes reflecting the weight of the words they both knew but had never fully admitted. "And I can't promise that I will always be the Hokage's right hand, or that the clan won't need me more."
Naruto took a step forward, his gaze softening. "But there's something between us, Hinata. Something that doesn't need to fit into the rules they set."
She sighed, a subtle hint of a smile on her lips. "I know. I feel it too. But we're not the same anymore, are we? We have our duties and our paths that will always keep us apart in ways we can't change. I have loved you all my life but you picked another path, I don't hate you for that. We all must do what we must but that doesn't mean I love you less"
He nodded, his heart heavy. "I understand, Hinata. I don't need to have you all to myself. But I want you. I want us to share something, something that's just ours—outside of what everyone else expects. You have been there for me when no one else cared, I can't forget that."
Hinata stepped closer, her voice almost a whisper. "A love outside the norm," she said, her hand brushing lightly against his cheek. "Maybe that's enough for the future Hokage."
"I don't need a title, Hinata," he replied, his voice soft but firm. "I don't need the world to understand. I just need you to know that you are one of the most important things to me."
Her laugh felt out of place, breaking the quiet tension, even as she turned away. "I don't need to be on some list of what is and isn't important. Just tell me you love me, that you want me. That's all I ask."
Naruto stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head. For the first time, he noticed just how small she was, despite the way her presence always seemed to tower over others.
"I do," he murmured, holding her tighter. "I do love you. Don't ever doubt that."
She let her weight fall back into his chest with a sigh, her body relaxing as though the act of being held by him could erase every burden she carried. The warmth of his embrace wrapped around her like a shield, and for that fleeting moment, the walls of the room were not just walls—they were the boundaries of a world that belonged solely to them. The outside world, with all its demands and pain, ceased to exist. As long as they were together, nothing else mattered.
"Let us speak of dreams," she whispered, her voice trembling with a quiet vulnerability, the kind she rarely allowed anyone to see. "Of plans for a future we can truly live in." Her words carried a fragile hope, as though speaking them too loudly might shatter the possibility entirely.
Slowly, she turned in his arms, her delicate hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. Her pale, opalescent eyes held a mixture of longing and uncertainty, searching his face for answers, for reassurance, for something only he could give her. The faintest smile touched her lips before she closed the distance between them, capturing his mouth with her own.
The kiss was soft at first, but it deepened quickly, a cascade of emotions pouring from her into him. It was tender yet consuming, a plea and a promise in one breath. Her fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him as if letting go would mean losing everything she had ever dared to want.
Naruto responded without hesitation, his hands tightening around her waist. With a single effortless motion, he lifted her off her feet, holding her as though she were weightless, as though she were the most precious thing in the world. The strength in his arms contrasted with the gentleness in his movements, the care with which he cradled her against him.
He held her like he could shield her from all the chaos that waited outside their fragile sanctuary like he could protect this moment from the world's harsh realities. The world outside was cruel and uncertain, but in his arms, she felt safe—like she had found a haven, however fleeting.
Naruto's grip on her tightened slightly, his voice low and careful. "I don't want to hurt you, Hinata. I don't want to make promises I can't keep."
She smiled faintly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "You've already given me more than I ever thought I'd have. That's enough."
The words hung in the air, bittersweet and heavy with understanding. They both knew the limits of what they could have, but for now, the quiet comfort of each other's presence was all they needed.
….
The Uzumaki clan's main room was alive with the quiet hum of a late night. The moon filtered through the open windows, casting long beams of light across the polished wooden floor. A lamp in the corner shed light on Karin reading while Tayuya had lit candles around the room filling the air with the smell of flowers. Temari stood by the low table, her arms crossed, a scroll clenched tightly in her hand. Her expression was sharp, her teal eyes narrowed with irritation as she stared down at Karin and Tayuya, who were lounging comfortably on the cushions like they had no care in the world.
"Where is he?" Temari's voice was curt, slicing through the air like the edge of her fan.
Karin glanced up from her book, her crimson eyes barely hiding her indifference. "At Hinata's," she said simply, flipping a page.
Temari's grip on the scroll tightened. "Of course he is," she muttered, her tone dripping with disdain. "What's he doing there? Trying to fuck her, again?"
Tayuya, who had been leaning back with her arms behind her head, let out a short laugh. "Relax, princess. I told him to go."
Temari's head snapped toward her, her voice rising. "You what? You thought it was a good idea to send him to her? How can you just sit there and act like this is fine? He's our husband, not hers!"
Tayuya rolled her eyes, her red hair catching the light as she leaned forward. "Calm your tits, Temari. This isn't about you or me. It's about keeping the peace. Hinata's been through enough, and Naruto? He's the only one who can make it right with her. Don't act like you don't get that."
Temari's jaw tightened, her jealousy bubbling to the surface. "I don't 'get' why he has to play hero to her every time she gets upset! We're supposed to be his family, and he's out there—"
"Doing what he's always done," Karin interrupted her voice sharp but controlled. She set her book down, fixing Temari with a calm but pointed look. "This isn't new, Temari. You married Naruto knowing he doesn't belong to just one person. You don't like it? Too bad. But don't stand here and act like you don't understand why he's doing this."
Temari opened her mouth to argue but faltered, her grip on the scroll loosening. She turned away, pacing the room with frustration. "That's not the point. It's not about her. It's... It's about us. About what we're supposed to be."
"Bullshit," Tayuya said bluntly. "It's about you being jealous because you don't like sharing him. Newsflash, princess: none of us do. But it's part of the deal, so suck it up."
Temari whirled on her, her voice sharp and biting. "Don't talk to me about jealousy, Tayuya. You push him into everyone else's arms like it's some kind of strategy!"
"Because it is!" Tayuya shot back, standing now, her fiery temper matching Temari's. "You think this is all about love and feelings? Grow up. This is politics, alliances, and keeping things running smoothly. Naruto's not just some guy, Temari. He's the Hokage's successor, the damn savior of the world. If fucking Hinata makes her feel better and keeps the Hyuga in line, then so be it!"
"Enough," Karin said firmly, standing between them. Her calm demeanor held an edge that silenced both women. "This isn't about what he's doing with Hinata. It's about this." She gestured to the scroll Temari was still holding. "What's so important you had to bring it here, anyway?"
Temari hesitated, her anger giving way to unease as she held up the scroll. Her fingers trembled slightly, betraying the concern she rarely let show. "It's from Gaara," she said, her voice softer now. "He's requesting help…"
Karin frowned, her crimson eyes narrowing as she cut in. "Why isn't the Hokage dealing with this?"
"She is! Where do you think I got this from?" Temari snapped, shaking the scroll under Karin's nose.
"So, what is it?" Tayuya asked her tone more focused now.
Temari's knuckles whitened as she gripped the scroll tighter, her anger giving way to unease. She finally placed the scroll on the table, smoothing it out with deliberate movements. "Gaara's shinobi have spotted something unusual near the Land of Wind's borders—a creature, half white, half black, shaped like a man but not quite. Farther south, they saw a man in Akatsuki robes wearing a mask with a swirling eyehole."
Tayuya, her usual smirk replaced by genuine interest. "That doesn't sound like any of the ones we know about."
Temari shook her head, her voice dropping. "No. Gaara says they're... different. The creature moves unnaturally like it's not fully alive. And the man, the one with the mask? His presence alone was enough to send shivers through Gaara's Jonins. They couldn't even pinpoint how he disappeared when they confronted him."
Karin frowned, leaning forward to skim the scroll's contents as she remembered the Akatsuki members Orochimaru had told stories about. "Zetsu," she muttered, her tone laced with disdain. "And if the masked man is Tobi, then Gaara isn't just dealing with a threat—he's looking at a full-blown Akatsuki attack. This isn't something he can deal with on his own."
Temari's gaze hardened. "Gaara knows this and he's requesting reinforcements, he is asking for Naruto's help. And I'm not going to sit here waiting for Naruto to finish fucking Hinata while my brother faces this."
Tayuya raised an eyebrow, her sharp grin returning. "Still jealous, huh? Relax, princess. This is exactly why I told him to go. Better to make peace with her than have a power struggle when he is out of the village."
Temari's glare shot daggers. "Do you think we're playing house here? He's my husband!"
Karin rolled her eyes. "Our husband is the Hokage's replacement and the Uzumaki patriarch. If you think you're the only one in his life, maybe you should rethink the whole 'shared marriage' thing."
Temari's fists slammed down on the table, rattling the scroll. "Don't lecture me about what I signed up for! I'm not okay with him constantly running to fix someone else's problems while we have our own to deal with! I agreed to this to save my son's life not to play third string."
Tayuya leaned back, her expression as smug as ever. "Then grow up, Temari. He's not 'fixing someone else's problems.' He's making sure the clan doesn't implode from unresolved drama. You'd rather he leaves things hanging? That's how you make enemies within your own village."
Karin sighed audibly, rubbing her temples. "Enough. This isn't about Naruto or Hinata right now. We have bigger issues. Gaara's request isn't just about a single Akatsuki—it's about the Akatsuki possibly resurfacing and taking his tailed beast, they must be finished with Killer B. If this is Tobi and Zetsu, we're talking about, they are threats that could take him down even if he uses the full power of the Shukaku."
Temari's frustration simmered, but her lips pressed into a thin line as she forced herself to refocus. "I know that. But I'm not going to sit here and do nothing, we need to get Naruto and move now."
Karin stood, picking up the scroll and scanning its contents again. "We'll send word to Naruto once we have a plan. For now, we need to prepare ourselves to back Gaara. If Tobi is involved, this won't be simple."
Tayuya chuckled darkly, crossing her arms. "Naruto's gonna love this. The golden boy never gets a break."
As Karin began outlining what she knew about Tobi—his abilities, his strategies, and how best to counter him—Temari couldn't help but watch her with a newfound understanding. For all her sharp edges, Karin possessed a commanding intelligence and clarity of thought that justified why she was entrusted with leading the clan.
…..
Under the glow of a full moon, the desert was bathed in a pale sickly blue light. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of the day. Naruto stood with Orochimaru on a plateau overlooking the rugged terrain, the silence broken only by the occasional howl of a distant predator. Naruto was sure it was his lizard hunting the creatures of the night.
Orochimaru's golden eyes gleamed with the reflected moonlight as he gestured for Naruto to stand before him. "Tonight, you will learn not just to wield nature, but to fully control it," he said, his voice smooth and deliberate.
He began by demonstrating his mastery of the five basic nature transformations. Starting with Wind Release, he conjured a powerful gust that howled through the night, bending the desert shrubs and sending a flurry of sand spiraling into the air. "The element of freedom and precision," he said. "It cuts through defenses like a blade."
Next came Earth Release, as Orochimaru sank into the ground and re-emerged several feet away, his movements fluid as though the earth itself had welcomed him. "Stability and strength. With this, you become the immovable force."
With a flick of his hand, Fire Release ignited, sending streams of flames that danced and roared, casting long shadows across the rocky terrain. The heat licked at Naruto's skin, reminding him of its destructive potential. "Fire demands respect. It's both creation and destruction."
Orochimaru transitioned smoothly into Water Release, drawing moisture from the air to create a glistening sphere that morphed into tendrils, coiling around his hand like serpents. "The adaptable element. Fluidity is key."
Finally, he demonstrated Lightning Release, the sky itself seeming to respond as a crackling bolt arced between his fingers. The light illuminated his face, adding a dangerous edge to his features. "Energy and control. Lightning is pure, unrelenting power."
Naruto watched, awe-struck, his mind racing with possibilities. Orochimaru stepped closer, his tone turning serious. "But nature is more than its elements. By blending Yin and Yang Release, you can bring form to the formless, turning ideas into reality. And with Wood Release," he said, placing his hands together in a seal, "you achieve balance."
Roots and branches erupted from the rocky ground, twisting and growing at an impossible rate until they formed a massive tree that stood as a monument against the desert sky. "A gift from Hashirama's DNA," Orochimaru added with a sly grin.
"Your turn," he instructed, stepping back. "Draw upon the moonlight, the stillness of the desert. Start small, focus on the natural energy around you, and let it flow. Use all the lessons I have taught you and mode them into one."
Naruto nodded, his focus intensifying as he formed a series of seals. The wind stirred first, responding to his chakra with a faint whisper. He moved through the transformations as Orochimaru critiqued and corrected, his patience surprising for someone of his nature.
Hours passed, the moon dipping lower as Naruto grew more adept, summoning fire streams and cutting wind blades with increasing precision. His attempt at Wood Release failed, but Orochimaru's approving nod showed progress.
"You do not have the DNA for that," said Orochimaru, at least not yet he added in the back of his mind plans within plan on how to reach that goal.
By dawn, Naruto's body was drenched in sweat, and his chakra reserves were depleted, but his mind was unshaken. Orochimaru looked at him with a rare glimmer of approval. "You have potential, Naruto. You're learning to see the world not as it is, but as it could be. That is the first step to greatness."
As the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon, Naruto stood tall, his chest heaving with exhaustion but his spirit unbroken. The path Orochimaru offered was dangerous, lined with moral dilemmas and sacrifices, but for the sake of his village and his loved ones, Naruto would walk it.
As Naruto gazed at the muted hues of the sunrise behind the low clouds, his expression was distant, his mind wandering with all the newfound knowledge he had gained. Behind him, Orochimaru moved like a shadow, his hands quick and deliberate as he etched a faintly glowing seal onto Naruto's back. The surge of chakra that followed went unnoticed by Naruto—perhaps he didn't feel it, or perhaps he simply didn't care.
The Lord of Snakes allowed himself a rare, serpentine smile. Naruto's time under his teachings was nearing its end, though the clone was oblivious to the reality of his creation. Orochimaru's spies had informed him that a reckoning lay ahead, with enemies that would push Naruto's newly learned skills to their very limits.
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Naruto stood at the edge of the bed, slipping on his clothes without a sound. The early morning light filtered through the room, casting a soft glow over Hinata's sleeping form. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, her face peaceful yet flushed, a faint reminder of the wild, mind-blowing night they had shared. A night that had left her breathless and exhausted, a memory he knew she would never forget.
He paused, adjusting his jacket, and stepped lightly out of the room. As he reached the compound's outer garden, he stopped, the muted hues of dawn spreading across the sky. It was the same somber sunrise he had seen countless times, a reminder of the burdens he carried.
The cool morning air touched his face as he exhaled deeply, allowing himself one last glance at the horizon before moving toward the village. His wives awaited him, as did the countless responsibilities that came with his name.
For a moment, he lingered, caught between two worlds, before stepping forward into the day.
Naruto didn't notice but a shadow moved within the stillness. Hanabi followed him, her movements as silent as her breath. Hidden among the morning's shadows, her face was partially obscured by her cloak, leaving only her bright eyes visible. They glowed with an intensity fueled by restless emotions.
Her mind was a storm of jealousy and desperation, vivid images of him with Hinata haunting her thoughts. She had already crossed the line by using her Byakugan to spy on her sister and Naruto through the night. She knew this wasn't right, that it could only end in disaster, but she couldn't help herself. The pull toward him was irresistible. The memory of their encounter, the way he had awakened something deep within her, clouded her mind. In her heart, one truth remained: she couldn't, wouldn't live without him.
As Naruto turned to take one last look at the horizon, Hanabi pressed herself deeper into the shadows, her fingers tightening against the fabric of her cloak. Her breathing quickened, her resolve cementing. No matter what, she would find a way to stay by his side. She didn't care what it would cost her.
Naruto, oblivious to her watchful eyes, turned back toward the village and started down the path. The road ahead was lined with responsibilities he couldn't avoid. Behind him, unnoticed, Hanabi followed, her gaze fixed on him, she did not know how but she was singularly focused on being in his life.
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Naruto walked into the great room and immediately met with the chaos of twelve children screaming for breakfast. Cooks worked furiously, and his three wives scrambled to keep little hands away from the hot stoves.
"Hey, everyone, what's going on?" he asked, surprised at the unusual scene.
"The daycare girls didn't show up! Those damn Yamanaka are as flighty as butterflies!" Tayuya yelled from the middle of the frenzy, though her grin suggested she was actually enjoying the chaos.
"Do you know what's going on?" Naruto asked Karin, who was wrangling sticky fingers away from a jam jar.
"I have an idea or two," Karin replied, pulling a wet cloth from nowhere and starting to wipe jam off the nearest little face.
"Let me help with this," Naruto said, creating a dozen shadow clones to handle the chaos, ensuring everyone was fed and safe. Moving away from the kitchen and onto the quiet main room balcony, he asked, "So what's going on?"
"For starters, this," Temari said, handing him a scroll from Gaara. After a few minutes of reading, Naruto looked up.
"I need to talk to the Hokage. I'm sure she'll want to send a team or two," he said.
"Yeah, we know that, but this is the real issue," Tayuya said, handing him another scroll. This one was unopened, and Naruto noticed a blood seal on it. Biting his finger, he wiped the blood on the seal, and the scroll opened.
"Well, what does it say?" Karin asked, unable to read it due to a blurry seal.
"The scroll says Killer B lives; he's still fighting for his life," Naruto said, locking eyes with his wives, his voice tight with a mix of shock and relief.
Tayuya's face twisted with frustration, her hands trembling as she snatched the scroll from his hand. "Fuck and double fuck. Now what do we do?" she muttered, but the seal still stopped her from reading it. "Damn it, who sent this?" Her voice was raw, the anger bubbling beneath a deep sadness.
"Ino," Naruto answered, his voice quieter, his shoulders slumping as he paced. "Her people in the Rain Village found B alive, but then they were all slaughtered. Every last one of them. And any members of her clan in the outlying villages... hunted down like animals. She said Konan's on a warpath."
Karin's gaze darkened. "If you fight one, you fight all three. I know the oath they take." Her tone was heavy with the weight of the truth—the Nara and Akimichi clans were bound to each other in blood and duty, and the pain of losing one would be felt across all of them.
"This Konan..." Karin's words trailed off, the sorrow in her voice clear. "She's started a war, and no one will be spared." The realization of the loss was sinking in—so many lives, were gone in an instant, and the lives of the clans were forever altered.
"So, do we fall into the trap and help Gaara, or do we try to save B?" Tayuya asked, her voice tight with frustration. She leaned against the table, her arms crossed, clearly understanding the gravity of the decision before them.
Naruto's jaw clenched as he stopped pacing, the weight of the dilemma evident in his eyes. Helping one meant sacrificing one or the other.
"We don't choose," Temari declared firmly, her tone brooking no argument. She left the room briefly and returned with a fresh scroll and a brush. Setting them down with precision, she began writing.
"I'll tell Gaara to come here. We need him, and together we can save B—or avenge him if it's already too late," she said, her determination a striking counterpoint to the gravity of the situation.
"There," she said with a flourish of her brush, satisfaction, and purpose mingling in her expression. "Now sign it. Gaara knows my handwriting, but he'll want to see yours too." Temari handed the brush to Naruto, her sharp gaze holding him steady until he added his signature.
Rolling the scroll tightly, as though it contained all her frustration and hope, she sealed it with practiced efficiency. "Now, summon one of those toad creatures you like so much and send this to Gaara."
Karin smirked from the side, watching the interplay, while Tayuya stifled a laugh at the commanding tone Temari used with Naruto. They both observed as Naruto, unbothered, summoned a small messenger toad, the amphibian croaking lightly as it prepared for its mission. Handing over the scroll, Naruto patted the toad before watching it disappear into the ether.
The deep, resonant thrum of the ōdaiko began to echo across the land, its powerful cadence rolling out from the edge of the great Nara forest. The ancient rhythm carried a weight that seemed to shake the earth, each beat reverberating with purpose. As more drums joined, their unity became a fierce, unrelenting call to arms. The stately Akimichi mansions, flower-laden Yamanaka homes, and the humble, rustic dwellings of the Nara emptied with each pulse of the drum—a solemn, timeless summons to war, duty, and the enduring strength of the clans.
Tayuya walked to the window, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon as the drumbeats reverberated through the air shaking the very buildings of the village. In her study of history, she learned the drums had only sounded twice before. Not even the Great Shinobi World Wars had called forth such a summons. This was no ordinary call to arms—it was a call for vengeance, a promise of dark retribution. The weight of it beat pressed heavily on her chest, and she clenched her fists, she could feel the fierce resolve of the clans rising within her. The clans' wrath would not be sated until blood ran cold in the streets of Rain Country.
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In my world the clan members run in the thousands, let there be war!
"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends."