SNS Summer Week 2017
Day 2 - Day 7—> Genderbend, Tremble, An Agreement, Last Kiss, Kage Bunshin no Jutsu, Skin and Family.
A/N: Okay so…it is literally the last day and I have only contributed something for Day 1. In an effort to make up time, I have decided on one large post that covers Day 2 through Day 7. One of the prompts is Genderbend and to make things easier I am just going to have the character I have chosen genderbent throughout the entire post. I hope you don’t mind! I’ll do my best to keep them as in character as possible. Sorry about grammar and spelling. It’s late and I never sleep.
Anyway…I hope you guys still like it!
She didn’t know how long she had been face down in the snow. Her hands and feet were numb. Her shoulders were anchored to the frozen earth. It was hard to move. Hard to think. Too difficult to stand, even with the firm hands of her sensei sliding beneath her armpits and hauling her to her feet.
The inn where they were staying was traditional. Typical in style and familiar in layout. She swears she’s seen those same paintings in a hundred different rooms in dozens of different places. What little light there was in the room came from the winter sun, low-lighting everything gray and lifeless in the dusk of the dying day.
Fingers twitched and toes stretched beneath the weight of blankets Yamato had placed over her. The material is think, itchy, but the familiar smell of Kakashi and ninkin made her feel safe. She was starting to gain the feeling back in her extremities, her blood circulating and warming her up, sending sharp tingles to prick at the surface of her skin. Naruto blinked up at the unmoving ceiling. Her mind was a void. Blank. Deafeningly silent. It made her ears ring. She rolled onto her side, cradling her hands to her chest. Negotiations with the Raikage had been fruitless. The man heard her out, but he didn’t really listen to what she had to say. She hadn’t expected him to. Not really. Not if she were being honest with herself. She had to try anyway.
Breathing was hard. The air trembled in her lungs, jarred her nerves and shook her insides. It burned when she exhaled. It was painful.
Failed. I failed you.
"I have obtained eternity.”
The battlefield was made up of rubble and stone and upturned earth that shifted under her feet when she walked. Madara stood before her. Imposing and self-assured. He was terrifying, a horrific figure, a nightmare the world couldn’t wake up from. The mark on her palm pressed upon her consciousness and tugged at her soul. She could feel it clearly; the other half of the Sage of Six Path’s power. Her mouth turned upwards. He was coming.
"You idiot. I’m not taking you down.“ Naruto held the seal laden kunai between her teeth and reached behind to tighten her hitai-ate. The air shifted and blonde hair hovered, impacted by the glowing chakra of the Kyubi engulfing her entire form. A flash. A simple blur of movement. Then he was suddenly beside her. ”We’re gonna take you down!“
Excitement and fear and bittersweet familiarity clenched her insides. Sasuke was beside her. Taller than she thought he was but just as arrogant as always. This was an agreement. A silent compromise that she knew wouldn’t last. He was standing beside of her instead of against her, but it was only for now, and later held what tasted like pain on the tip of her tongue.
His voice was deeper when he spoke. He sounded like a man, full-grown yet reckless. The boy she once knew was lost in time. In memory. In a place she couldn’t touch with her hands.
"Your time has come, Madara.”
Her heart squeezed.
Sasuke caught her by the jaw before she toppled over. Long fingers dug into the cuts on her cheeks, looking even paler against the dark bruises and grime coloring her face in patches like some morbid rag doll . Naruto winced. The lips pressed against hers were soft and slick. He tasted like blood and sweat and dirt, like split skin and relentless fists and stubbornness that would get him nowhere.
The sound of a thousand birds screeched in her ears. His chidori lit up his face and singed the ends of hair that had fallen from her hair tie. When he pulled away from her mouth he took her breath with him.
"Now I can finally be alone.“
The grip he had on her loosened, his nose brushing the side of her’s when her knees shuddered and gave out. She was missing a fingernail on the index finger of her right hand, it stung horribly when she reached out by instinct, clutching at the ruined fabric of his shirt as she crumbled to the ground. The water was cold. It soaked through her pants and flooded her shoes.
Her hitae-ate floated on the surface, its shine reflecting her ridiculous expression back at her.
"My one and only.“
-Kage Bunshin no Jutsu- (this part contains nsfw)***
The one-armed bastard was using her favorite technique against her.
She couldn’t fucking believe it.
Naruto’s thighs shook, the muscles tight and strained under flushed skin. Her hands rested atop the shoulders of the man she was straddling. The full sized bed wasn’t nearly big enough for this. His hand fisted in her blonde hair and jerked her head back, effectively exposing a long line of lovely neck to gently sink his teeth into.
Another chest pressed against her back. Strong and too familiar. She didn’t remember which one was the real Sasuke and which one was the clone. Not when she was surrounded by heat and musk and aftershave. Not when hard flesh was deep inside her or when spare lips were grazing the side of her face before leaning forward to kiss their perfect replica. She shuddered at the sight of identical tongues sliding against each other, quickly followed by a loud groan escaping her throat when the hand in her roots gave a sharp tug to remind her to keep moving.
"If you stop, we stop.”
She protested weakly, but continued riding him, full hips picking up and dropping down over and over. Blue eyes never left the lips meeting over her shoulder. Teeth and saliva and rough caresses. Sasuke had never done anything like this and she was more than certain he had never entertained the idea before. He was doing it for her, because she was curious and intrigued and her big mouth let it slip that two bastards could be better than one.
The sudden arrival of callused fingers against her clit were her undoing.
***end of nsfw***
-Skin + Family-
The person against his chest was too small. Too delicate. Too helpless. It couldn’t communicate beyond screaming and so far the most interesting thing it’s done is sleep.
She was perfection.
He didn’t know why she was so unquestionably perfect. She just was.
Hikari. Uchiha Hikari. His first born. His daughter.
Sasuke looked over to his wife. She was in the hospital bed, her back against the wall, sleeping while sitting up. Naruto was exhausted. Her labor had been a long one and giving birth wasn’t exactly the most pleasant of experiences. He moved closer, easy, and lowered himself slowly into the adjacent chair.
When he married Naruto and she stated that she wanted to take the Uchiha name, he had been shocked. He expected she’d want to keep Kushina’s last name. The name she built up herself. The name that was praised by the shinobi nations as the one belonging to their hero. They didn’t call her the Number One Unpredictable Ninja without a reason, though. And the fact she choose a name that had been slandered and ridiculed and whispered with hatred laced voices the last few years really shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
Naruto was Uchiha in name and marriage and by choice.
Uchiha Sasuke would always be Uchiha by blood.
He laid his sleeping daughter as gently as possible on his closed thighs, rocking her side to side in the altogether too quiet room. Sakura claimed the newborn favored him and Kakashi had agreed with a silent hum. Every week her looks would change, and every week she would grow into her own little, unique person. He had wished, had hoped, that his child would only have to bare his name alone, that they would be born with sunshine hair and eyes like the sky on the brink of dusk. It seems he wouldn’t be getting what he wanted, however.
Hikari had inky black hair that was smooth to the touch, but stuck up in little wisps and tuffs in the back. Her eye shape was like his. The color was still murky blue and they would be until they changed in a few days time. Which, undoubtedly, they would. They will be as black as coal and as deep as the ocean and will be able to see things normal people will never be able to.
He laid his lone hand on the top of her head in a barely there touch, practically hovering over her. Her skin was peachy and a little swollen from being born a mere few hours ago. His index finger stroked her cheek. Soft. Too soft. Too delicate. So small and already powerful enough to humble him beyond reason.
His flesh and blood.
He looked to his wife once again, allowing pride to fill his heart for the first time in a long time. Hope. Joy. Satisfaction. Gratefulness. Love. All these things he thought he had lost, he reckoned was destroyed by his own actions and choices, were flooding his entire being. His mind was soaked with them all, his soul drenched, and the atmosphere was heavy with the sweetness.
The entire world was summed up to two women and he was blessed to be apart of it. To exist with them and for them.
This is life.
“Arigato, Uchiha Naruto.” His gaze met the now open eyes of his daughter. Wide and blinking and innocent. “Arigato, Uchiha Hikari. I’ll…I’ll always love you.”