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reioooameonna · 3 years

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SARADA THE PRANKSTER

Kawaki x Sarada One-Shot Fanfiction RATE: T+ for the censored harsh words. Summary: On one sunny day, Kawaki and Sarada were sitting on the side entrance of Uzumaki House, near the living room. It has been Sarada's new routine to visit The Seventh Hokage's house to see Kawaki. She couldn’t help to wonder if he needs a friend to talk with. And Kawaki has never rejected her all this time, means he quite welcomed her visit. Then, there was this incident.

Naruto was doing his usual hokage work on the 2nd floor. Meanwhile, Boruto and Himawari were helping out their Mom to bought groceries at the market. It was a peaceful day on the Uzumaki’s house. Kawaki was turning up his gaze to look at the sky. Sitting side by side with Kawaki, Sarada took a glance at the boy's back. She looked at the symbol on Kawaki’s back and got a concerned face for a moment. It is not just a random symbol, right?

Being curious, Sarada started to touch Kawaki's back. And because of the girl's sudden move, he jolted.

"The hell you are doing? You startled me there," he scolded her.

Sarada looked at his annoyed face, "Ah noo, sorry. I'm just curious about the symbol on your back. What does it mean?", smiling awkwardly, she conveyed her thought straight to the point.

"So she’s curious about it?" Kawaki touched his nape, feeling troubled to scolded her for nothing. After being silent for a while, he began to talk,

"...Why are you being nosy all the times? I thik it is not your business,"

Sarada of course, was not satisfied with Kawaki’s answer. “Aw c’mon. You know that I want to be a hokage, right? So I tried to care about everyone, that’s including you!” she said that with a pouting face.

"And because of that, I'm obliged to answer your question?"

"Of course~ I want to be your reliable comrade. You can tell me anything," she winked at him and showing off a note and a pen.

“What's with that note and pen?"

"I'll write all about you here," she smiled enthusiastly.

Kawaki sighed, "You'll get nothing good even after knowing this symbol's means. What a waste of time. Let's talk about something else."

Sarada didn’t seem to give up. She stared directly at him with her puppy-eyes-no-jutsu. Anyone who saw this face would have melt away and give her what she wanted immediately. But how about Kawaki?

“Seriously what's with her?!” Anyway, he didn’t waver to stared back at her. But, after intensely stared at her eyes for a secs, he began to see her nose, cheeks, eyebrows, eyelashes, her lips—he ended up looking at her whole face. "She’s so damn pretty—wait, what’s going on with my mind?" He felt something weird with himself. It is like, he couldn’t look at her longer than this.

"What? You are staring too long, Sarada. Stop it, your eyes might get hurt and you have to change your lens, or even you can’t use your sharingan— " He brushed her off with his usual harsh wordings. He noticed that he succeeded to make her mad at him.

"Tch. Don’t mock THE UCHIHA, shAnNAROO!” Sarada suddenly slapped his back with her palm. Yeah, with her superhuman strength.

“ArgH!! It f*cking hurts!” he cursed at her sudden brute action loudly.

“Wee! Later, Kawaki!” Sarada sticked out her tongue and run away from him with her mischievous grins.

"I did it! Oh my, how would he react to my prank when he noticed it? Will he take it seriously? I don't mind if he take it seriously though.." Sarada fasten her running pace. She blushed very hard at that time.

"You damned as**ole!" he shouted at Sarada's direction. He stayed still on his place, didn't plan to catch her back. "What a girl!" that time, he learned that he should never make fun of her again.

Apparently, Sarada slapped a thin masking tape on Kawaki’s back, without him noticing, of course. She did it on purpose, and because of that, his symbol turned like an Uchiha crest.

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Kawaki strolled around inside the Uzumaki's house. He coincidentally met Uchiha Sasuke who seemed like reporting something to Naruto. Kawaki passed Naruto and Sasuke casually.

“Where will you go, Kawaki?” Naruto reached out to him.

“I want to take a bath,”

Naruto realized that there's something odd on Kawaki's back. He grinned, “Eh? Do you want to turned into an Uchiha right now? What a coincidence, the head of Uchiha clan is here!”

Being referred on, Sasuke demanded, “What are you trying to say, Usuratonkachi?”

Kawaki seemed to grasp this situation, he responded to Naruto, “You talked about me? Why would me...becoming an Uchiha?”

Naruto gestured to point Kawaki's back, “Your back,”

“?!!” Kawaki shocked. Somehow he realized something that might related to what Sarada's doing earlier. He took off his sleeveless vest jacket where his symbol located. He looks at his symbol closely. Dang. With that thin masking tape, it has become like a poorly drawn Uchiha symbol.

Plus, there's a little note attached to the masking tape. There written: I'm Uchiha Kawaki.

Reading that, Sasuke couldn't help to think, "Why is this boy so obsessed with the Uchiha clan?"

“F*ck! That damned as**ole Sarada!” Kawaki cursed out her name.

Didn't expect to hear his beloved daughter's name from Kawaki's curse, Sasuke glared at the boy intensely, “You better explain this to Papa, Kawaki.”

"Shit."

Your daughter has literally proposed me, old man.

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Notes: The way Sasuke refer himself as ‘Papa’ when talking to Kawaki, was that mean he has accept Kawaki? Lol.

I was having a good mood when writing this for Twitter (published on March 10th, 2021). And even now when I rewrite this for Tumblr, it still feels so refreshing. Ah I’m so in love with this ship ///^_^// But I’m sorry if I can’t write fanfiction frequently. I tried my best to do this!! Hope you enjoy this 😊

#kawasara #kawaki #sarada #kawaki x sarada #sarada uchiha #kawasara fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #boruto: naruto next generations #boruto naruto next generations #naruto #oneshot #oneshot fanfiction

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mira--mira · 3 years

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...i think that i remember that you had gone and had mentioned somewhere that hashi has got four mothers, like not all of them at once i'm sure, but i guess for different au's that you have got? so the soulmate au with hagane, then kuuru from boaf au, then kiyomi for oot au and whoever the last one is supposed to be! i've got to say that your worldbuilding is just awesome how you have come up with all of that and how detailed that it is

I did! I mentioned it when I posted the two Kou’s I drew but never got around to finishing that piece, LOL. I have my design references and they’re rough but I’ll post them.

Anon, it blows my mind that you kept track of all the oc moms 🥺 and just for you I will reveal the fourth mom! (though with the valentine’s one-shot it may bump up to five unless I decide to use Kiyomi there too LOL) This is a short breakdown and in order of who’s most likely to murder Butsuma at any given point. Why is that my mom-ranking system? I don’t know, but it is.

Hagane (Two Hearts, Tied Together aka soulmate au)

The quintessential terrifying mom who loves her kids but will kill anyone who threatens them. She’s skilled in genjutsu, long-range weapons (kunai, senbon, shuriken), and sensory techniques. I love Hagane, she’s one of my favorite characters I’ve ever made but it’s very hard to put her in any aus because 1. she will murder Butsuma or 2. she’ll abscond with the Senju kids and throw the plot into disarray.

Kiyomi (Out of Time)

Kiyomi’s actually a mix of Kuuru and Busuko in terms of looks/skills. Since she’s from Uzushio she knows fuinjutsu, in addition to being skilled in suitons and poisons (though she was mostly a healer, not a poisoner). Kiyomi has generally become my “base” for Hashirama’s moms despite her being created last. She’s a good middle ground of a warm, caring figure who also will do anything to protect her kids.

Busuko (Birds of a Feather)

Ah the mysterious fourth mom! We haven’t gotten to Busuko yet because I am behind in writing for BoaF but hopefully this answers some questions to those who are curious! Busuko is not Hashirama’s biological mother. Since so much of that fic is about exploring cultures and I plan to bring in Uzushio in a decently big way, Hashirama is the biological son of Kuuru, an Uzumaki. I mentioned in the last BoaF chapter there were two options for the Senju to deal with Kou 1. marry Butsuma to an Uzumaki for their sealing or 2. marry him to another clan with a water affinity strong enough to counter her. Busuko is from that second clan and was the option Butsuma first wanted to go with before the elders refused. That’s because while Busuko is a strong suiton specialist and a sensor she is, first and foremost, a poisoner and has a kekkei genkai that negates poison for her but makes her blood one of the most poisonous substances in the world. All that said, I’ve read a few fics where if Hashirama and Tobirama have different biological mothers, Tobirama’s is vilified to hell and back and that is not how this plays out. Busuko and Butsuma were in love before the Senju elders made their decision and while Kuuru did die early, Hashirama was a product of that union (ie one of the bigger reasons Butsuma dislikes him in this au.) But Busuko adopted him and considered him her own son and absolutely abhorred Butsuma’s attitude/treatment towards him. They fought about it a lot before she died and that’s why she’s third on this list instead of fourth.

Kuuru (Birds of a Feather)

Hashirama’s biological mom and Butsuma’s first wife. Kuuru is the youngest sister of Ashina and was married off when she was seventeen. (I know that realistically this kind of marriage would have been with an even younger girl but I already feel ill at imagining a seventeen-year-old getting married so I won’t go lower.) It was completely political and she didn’t like Butsuma but wasn’t in a position to say no. In their short marriage they generally avoided each other, especially after she got pregnant. Kuuru was an Uzumaki so she specialized in fuinjutsu and was one an up and coming sealmaster and historian, in addition to having a small water affinity. She died shortly after Hashirama was born due to complications from his birth.

I honestly adore worldbuilding and figuring out how events before the story impact it from the start! (It’s also therapeutic to add in multiple moms bc canon refuses to acknowledge them!)

#naruto #ask #anon #hashirama senju #hashirama's many moms #hagane #kiyomi #busuko #kuuru #out of time #birds of a feather #soulmate!au

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bunny-hoodlum · 4 years

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21 Days | Chapter One

Hinata is meeting up her anon friend 'Swirly_boi'. She's about to meet up with the last person she ever thought she would.

Pairing: NaruHina

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Tags: ModernAU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, PwP

Note: The spiritual successor to my old lemon 'Unless The World Were to End' (2012).

Today her hair is as straight as she can manage it, because normally at work it's done up and iron-curled to all hell.

She can't decide whether to keep it down or up.

If it's down, she imagines his hand will pull it away to access to her neck.

If it's up, she imagines him pulling the scrunchie loose to watch how her hair falls about her like silk.

Well, it's not that silky anymore, but it sure would be ideal if he thought it was.

Her work clothes are unlike herself; ostentatious, shimmering, quite on the revealing side.

Today, despite the intentions of their plans, she would like to go as herself.

To feel like herself.

She gets way too much drunken validation as is. She'd like something honest today, much like the refreshing conversations they've had online the past eight months.

She can't figure out if they're genuinely friends. She can't imagine they could stay friends after today. It would be too weird.

Somewhere along the way, he had mentioned his dislike of being a virgin at twenty years young. And somewhere along the way he got her to admit that she too was still a virgin.

No, actually he didn't 'get' her to admit it at all. She had always been quick to soothe someone else's concerns, to bring herself down to their level or lower just so they can see they're not alone. He told her something so personal that she absolutely had to pay it forward.

But she may have oversold herself a little.

She didn't feel nearly as badly as he did about being a virgin. She always thought she'd die one. Neither happily nor unhappily.

But he didn't want to be one anymore, and she was all too available.

Did she over-commit? Was this decision actually more immoral than it was moral? Was she manipulating someone into bed?

Was she confirming anti-feminist beliefs that women are just sex objects? Or was she supporting feminists beliefs by owning her sexual willingness?

Or was she disrespecting the only friend she had left by secretly providing pity intercourse?

"How do I keep doing this to myself?" Her feet began to drag with the weight of her growing guilt.

She thought she was doing a kindness.

She always thought that.

But it never turned out the way she wanted.

She could only fear how this would end.

Still... somehow, some way, they had formed a pact: As two loveless losers, they would shed their virgin status together and rejoin the world as less of the losers they once were.

When they had the same days free, they would meet up at the red overpass in Akamori Ward, just five blocks from Love Hotel Hill.

And they were gonna…

Hyuuga Hinata slaps her burning cheeks. Even in her own mind, she can't complete that sentence. This curse of hers, of her own dysfunctional traits, has stolen every bit of patience she has left for herself.

She's tired of the way she relies on daydreams to experience flawless interaction with another individual.

She's tired of the way her body jumps and shrinks instinctively when under intense scrutiny.

Tired of the way she feels heavy and dizzy at the same time, all the time. How she would just rather sleep her life away pretending she had lived it well.

Tired of the overthinking, the score-keeping, the negative feedback loop reminding her she should have born as a spirit of seran wrap. At least then, she'd represent something useful, while being every bit as flimsy and invisible as she already is.

But this isn't how she wants to start their day together.

If he picks up on her negativity, he might change his mind. And if he's too nice, he'll go home disappointed.

Stop it! Stop it!

She gives herself another assessment.

She's no good at fashion, but she tried.

She made sure she copied the third image from her 'cute casual fashion' search to a T.

Her hair is pulled to the side so it drapes behind her right ear. She left the ends curled, afraid of damaging it further if she finished off with her straightener.

She's wearing a black pinafore jumper. The straps are pushing the breasts she used to hate so much together even more than her push-up bra is, and the buttoned front stops just beneath their swell. Her white t-shirt is simple, a ribbed high neck style.

Hopefully she looked cute enough to hide all her 'dark, weirdness'.

Her kitten heel mules clap a slow, despondent beat as she nears the red bridge.

She's an hour early because she needs the extra time to pull herself together.

And because she's the type of idiot who physically waffles.

One second, she's about to flake and then immediately ghost.

The next second, she's balling her fists and huffing with the hot steam of fresh determination.

And then she's off to flake, because status quo is her god and everything else is a danger to her mental health.

No, I'm worth it! Therefore I'm staying!

Oh but, why would I ever think that?

Because-- Because I'm also a female!

No, no, that's not a good enough reason…

Hinata drapes across the crimson rail and scratches at the paint.

There was a time when she was a part of something. Sort of.

Junior High at Konoha South.

The second years and third years all referred to them as the Rookie Nine. She doesn't know how she ended up grouped with them. At most she felt like she was an honorary member because she happened to float in their periphery just often enough.

Speaking of periphery floaters, she's starting to see hers, which means she really is getting older. The way they run away the moment she spots them is something she can empathize with. A bit too strongly, actually.

Hinata edges away from the rail, she turns to leave because anxiety has taken the wheel again.

"Hey!"

Hinata stiffens as though a bomb had exploded behind her.

"Are you 'little bird'?"

She nods stiffly. There's scratchy quality to her friend's voice, it's kind of sweet, like they still haven't fully exited their boyhood.

But it's deep enough, too. He's definitely her age.

"Were you about to leave?"

Oh god, I'm wretched. She shakes her head and steadies herself with the rail. Okay. No where else to go. Turning around now. Turning around… turning around…

Black basketball shoes, black joggers, white A-shirt, light orange cotton jacket… tanned skin, almost ruddy… blue eyes, blond--

Hinata locks up. Not because he looks better than she could've possibly imagined, but because--

"You… You moved."

Five years ago.

When their junior high days were behind them and it was time to choose: Stay and finish up at Konoha North. Or move onto a private education.

Uzumaki Naruto didn't have either of those choices.

Wait a second… She no longer sees the immense confusion on his face as she dives deep into her memories.

Exactly eight months ago…

Post: WELCOME HOME ME!

Swirly_boi: Hey, so I just got back in town. I've been in Uzushio for the past four years and I'm feeling like an outsider all over again… Anyone cool wanna show me around? Preferably a hot babe. And by 'hot', I mean H-cup hot.

What possessed her to answer him, she didn't know.

Maybe because she happened to be an H-cup?

Or because he felt like an outsider?

It had taken her two weeks of stalking his thread to work up the nerve. His audacity sure had been his downfall, for no one had taken pity on him until her. Even then, she had to convince herself it wasn't truly pity if she had been curious all along.

But it all made sense now.

Flames crawled from the pit of her stomach up to her face.

Her head craned slowly down in little increments, as each and every conversation they had collided to the forefront.

She had told him… so many things… so many… embarrassing… lurid things…

She turned round to run, but his big warm hand clamped down around her wrist.

For her, it was like red hot iron brand searing her skin open.

"Whoa, Hinata?! What's your problem?!"

It's as if some primitive error code in her brain is going off: 'You're rejecting Naruto-kun. You're rejecting Naruto-kun. You're rejecting Naru--'

Hinata squeezes her eyes shut before allowing her wrist to go limp. She swallows and side-eyes him.

He's more than a head taller than her now. He's wearing his hair all short and clean cut too, that it's not even fair. Her inhibitions are nothing against the might of his good looks.

And yet his good looks are strained by the hurt pinching his face.

She doesn't know how to feel. Happy that she incited such a reaction? That she matters somehow? Awful that she made him feel even more like an outsider?

Awful. Her mind and her heart chooses to feel awful. As always.

"W,Welcome home… Naruto-kun…"

Continue on AO3

#naruhina fanfiction #naruhina #naruhina fic #read on ao3 #angst and fluff #21 Days #bunnyhoodlum #genre:pwp #genre: fluff #genre: smut

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utsus · 7 years

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NaruHina prompt: Hinata's upper arms.

AO3

If it was going to happen to anyone, Naruto would’ve peggedit to be Kakashi-sensei. He was lascivious and perverted and he always looked astride away from doing something unsavorywhen Iruka raised his voice.

Really, it could’ve happened to anyone; Naruto just neverexpected for it to happen to him.

A fear boner. Sort of. Emotionally, at least.

On the battle field.

Sai was never going to let him live it down.

✧

The morning started ordinarily enough, with Naruto risingwith the sun on his back and the sounds of metal clashing outside his tent. Theair smelled wet with copper, heavy with anticipation. He changed and readiedhimself for another hard-fought day, coming out of his tent completely into thesun. It refracted against the mist, a constant here, and made the day seemsimultaneously over bright and murky. He nodded to those he passed, his name afamiliar kind of awe on their lips.

War changes people. It changes everything.

Naruto still felt unused to it—them. The changes. A fellowshinobi walked past him, ducking his head so quickly he might’ve come away witha mild case of whiplash. At his hip the sun caught in a gleam of charcoal, andNaruto recognized sharp familiarity.

The spiral symbol carved into the iron—it was his.

He tried not to think about it too much, it was just toobizarre.

One of his Captains approached him, nothing more forgreeting than a terse nod before he began to debrief Naruto on what the nightshift had had to offer. Naruto listened with half an ear, weary andbattle-beaten but still kicking. His Captain matched his steps and didn’t haveto ask to know where they were headed.

On the border of Mist, visibility was nil and wicked. Ithelped them prepare, though, for the real fighting. So they carved out a spaceamongst the thinning trees, bare and blackened—not from fire, but from disease.The moors ahead of them were as unwelcoming as they were unforgiving.

Between the trees, they made space to train. To fight. Tokeep idle muscles warm and flexible, to keep their minds geared for the unpredictabilityof war. His Captain stopped beside him when they came to the outskirts of thefield and Naruto could feel his eyes on his profile.

But Naruto had eyes for someone else entirely. They may callhim Commander, now, and he would do his duty to the utmost esteem, but therewere still moments he carved out for himself alone. In these rare times, he wasjust Uzumaki Naruto again. A young man who could be freely curious; a young manwho had learned how to yearn.

He was only a few days past twenty, still growing, the goalahead of him looming but still out of reach. He’d always had his sights set onbecoming Hokage—yet he had never expected to become a war hero on the journey. He’dnever expected war, at all. He supposed that’s how it always was. Unpredictablewhile striking at the heart of nations.

He wondered presently if sheshared a similar rupture of surprise regarding her new status and the titlethat unofficially came with it—or if, somewhere along with mastering medicine, becominga squadron Captain, and Lording a clan even while on the frontlines, she had cometo expect this.

Hyuuga Hinata had always moved like water, effortlessly graceful,powerfully elegant. Slipped right through his fingers.

War had sharpened her edges, brought her to points. Shelearned to move like the breeze: unseen, but unmistakably felt. She had no need for blades, her palms quicker and nimbler andjust as severe. More so.

She leapt away from her assailant’s swift attack, bodytwisting through the air to avoid a new assault of flying kunai, and came downhard with the blunt end of her palm against her opponent’s neck—and just likethat, the spar was over. She had triumphed.

She caught her squad leader’s body before he could fall tothe ground. She laid him down carefully and knelt at his side to check hisvitals as those around her chattered, hushed and awed, whispering.

Naruto had heard it all before. Frigid. Omniscient. Angel of Death.

Hinata shifted, tucking her hair behind her ear as sheglanced over her shoulder. She caught Naruto’s striking gaze and blinked, once,a breathtaking consideration. He had only enough time to realize belatedly thather Byakugan wasn’t even activated. Then she turned away, back to heropponent-turned-patient, and Naruto watched the man come back to consciousnessin her arms with an expression of keen wonder.

Something dark inside him swirled.

Naruto thought, bastardnever stood a chance.

Whether he was referring to her squad leader or himself, hewouldn’t say.

✧

Naruto should’ve planned for this. An ambush was expected,when it came to the Mist. They were impatient but bloodthirsty; an ambush wasnever going to surprise them as the Mist expected it should.

But the Leaf had not expected him. Not here, on the outskirts of a dilapidated and abandonedvillage gradually sinking over time into the moors.

A Warlord, someone cried through the comm.There’s a Warlord here!

Naruto cursed as he weaved away from another sharp-toothedassailant wielding a blade larger then Naruto himself. He’d made the mistake ofedging towards the moor and had lost his footing long enough to feel the biteof that blade against his waist—had he moved a second later he would’ve done soin two pieces.

“Retreat,” he hissed through the comm, leaping from beam tobeam and pushing through the fragile and broken rooftop to attempt to achievesuperior position. His heart thundered in his chest, adrenaline surging. Thatwas Hinata’s squad. “Squad A, retreat.”

“Understood,” came the squad leader’s warbling voice, andNaruto’s heart dropped to his feet. Where was Hinata? Hers was the voice heneeded—the voice he should’ve heard. Was she too busy in the fighting? Was sheinjured? Was she—

He would not entertain the thought. He twisted through theair with a hiss, releasing a multitude of shuriken to slow his opponents down.The stars took three of them from the roof, but the other two absorbed themlike living pools of water. They laughed and charged and even as they swungtheir mighty swords for the very heart of him, he could not completely focus onthem.

It was a foolish thing to do. A Commander would never be socareless. But he was young yet, and he had never asked for the title, andthough he would do justice to the weight of it, they had to have known that hewould fail it. He had a track record of failures longer and wider than the gulfthat ran between Leaf and Sand, still freshly filled with Naruto’s friendshipwith Gaara. They had expected too much of him, and he had expected too much ofhis squadrons.

Hinata still had not answered.

He turned and put all of his weight behind his fist andwatched the skull of the enemy shatter around his knuckles. The man fellheavily, bounced on impact. Naruto turned to the next assailant and heardbubbling over his shoulder, never a good sign. He fended off his masterfulswordsmanship with clenched teeth, forcing himself to breathe through theimpacts.

Kurama, a shadow in his mind, whispered: drop low.

Naruto had long since learned to obey that tone of voice. Hedid as he was told and watched as the Mist shinobi whose skull had shatteredaround his fist heaved his sword horizontally, right through the space Narutohad stood a moment prior. He had aimed to cleave him in two.

Naruto wasn’t surprised that he was up and fighting again,or that he looked untouched and unhurt. He had been on the frontlines of thiswar with Mist for years. The tricks of the Mist were many, but he had nearly seenthem all.

He lifted his hands and said the words and suddenly he wasn’toutnumbered anymore. The Mist nin around him cursed, turning to fight off hisclones, each of which charged with Rasengan in hand.

Hinata’s squad leader’s voice came over the line again, andhis words threatened to shatter what was left of Naruto’s hard-fought control.

“Our Captain,” he panted, sounding both panicked andexhausted, a painful conflict of anxiety and fatigue. “She is facing the Warlordalone.”

Naruto lost the breath in his lungs.

A Mist shinobi didn’t get the title of Warlord by favor ormere triumph. They won the title by committing a multitude of atrocities. Theywere heartless and cruel, cold-blooded and hungry. Beasts made from a differentcloth, maws always gaping. Mist shinobi were known for their cruelty, the chaosthat ensued from their bloodless fingertips.

Their Warlords were known for nothing less than their pleasureof annihilation.

Naruto knew how strong Hinata was. He trusted her. But burieddeep in the folds of his battered and weary soul there was this: an animalistic need to protect those he loved, despite whatmight stand in his way. Death itself could rise up before him and Naruto wouldbeat it back down, teeth and claws bared, Kurama breathing through his veins.

Naruto had fought too long and too hard to create andmaintain a family of his own.

He could see the tinge of crimson around him, the way Kurama’schakra leaked into the air around them. The Mist nin closest to him gasped, theweight of Naruto’s oozing chakra bringing them to their knees.

He felt the heat of a distant explosion, felt the way theearth trembled and the rickety house beneath him quaked. He thought he heardlaughter, loud enough to break apart the clouds. Naruto left his enemies behindhim without a single look back, a blur of orange and black. The sounds of hisclones crashing against them was soon lost to the wind rushing by him as hisfeet moved swiftly over the earth, bringing him unerringly to where he neededmost to be.

He headed for the flames even as he felt them clawing downhis veins.

He hoped he got there in time.

✧

When Naruto arrived, he registered three things at once.

First, the Mist Warlord was more than twice Hinata’s height,and wider around the middle than a pillar of stone.

Second, he was quick. Quick enough to make Hinata’s thighs, fatiguedfrom overuse, tremble.

Third, he was going to lose.

Hinata had cornered him in free space, her chakra a visible,fine-lined stream creating a glowing sphere of restraint around the Warlord,even as he moved. Hers was a moving prison of chakra, the cage of which was asmuch an attack as it was a defense; it erased every chakra center it touched. Itreminded Naruto of the Akatsuki member from Mist whose sword drained chakrawhen it bit.

Naruto’s eyes caught and held on her bare upper arms,glistening with sweat, defined and flexed in tension. He had always known herto be strong, of a special sort—drawing to his eyes—but this was new.

The way his eyes caught and held and couldn’t look away fromthe physicality of her form, the way her arms moved in liquid elegance onemoment, and then struck viper-quick and critically with stunning designationthe next. Her strength silenced in him the roaring of chaos he found so unremitting,and in its absence, something new and equally dangerous lurked.

Desire.

She leapt and twisted, ducked low and dodged, all the whileslicing in and carving her way through the mass of chakra centered throughout thegiant’s body. His monstrosity of a sword was still clutched in his hands, heavyenough to require both, and it was then that Naruto knew the true strength ofthe man.

That still he held onto his sword, even after Hinata had struckevery one of the glowing spheres of chakra from his arms. He was moving bysheer will alone. His shoulders dragged and he was panting, wounded prey.

But so was Hinata. Blood dripped down from her forehead andalready her eyes were swelling deep, mottled blue. A broken nose. She wasfavoring her right side and Naruto could see the rip in her uniform, a perfectslice over her left collarbone and shoulder. A jab rather than a swing—inches awayfrom her heart. An astonishing move with a sword that large—Hinata must’ve beenstartled. She was weary, broken and breathless.

But Hinata had never let herself be a victim. Protective ofher squadron and present on the warfront, she was a predator sensing a kill;she did not hesitate. She moved in close, allowed herself to be caught. TheWarlord’s hand swallowed her throat whole and his laughter blanketed the entirearea, a booming thunder—Naruto could just barely hear someone screaming hername—realized too late that it was him.

Hinata was quicker than the threat at her throat. She kickedout and Naruto saw it: the streamline lethality of her chakra control.

From the toe of her sandal a stream of chakra radiated, everblue, thinner than thread. It sliced through the big man and brought him to hisknees. She brought her hands up—Kakashi’s voice, suddenly, ruthless andclinical in Naruto’s mind: a foolishmistake to have allowed a Hyuuga to keep them—and sliced through the chakrain his wrists. Her biceps contracted, glistened. Naruto’s stomach filled withheat, and fear.

The sword clattered to the ground, heavy enough that Narutofelt the vibration of it fifty feet away. Hinata did not pause to see if theman would fall completely. She leapt over him and secured her win with deftfingers, the veins alongside her eyes pulsing with heat. Her hands moved soquickly over the Warlord’s body Naruto had to strain to see them, catching onlyafterthoughts of fatal blue. She leapt into the air and twisted, and Narutoknew this attack, too.

A beast of her own making, a single sapphire creature ofchakra and fangs surrounded her palm and slammed into the Warlord’s back. Thebig cat did not stop where her palm did. It ran through him, taking and takinguntil every light within him was gone. Naruto watched Hinata fall to her knee,not moving her eyes from her quarry until she had watched the final light inhis eyes flee.

Naruto could see her squadron on the outskirts and hewondered idly how long they’d been there, if she’d ordered them away. Behindthe Warlord there were waves of fallen Mist, freshly silent. Of course, Narutothought coolly, the Warlord had not come alone.

When Naruto had arrived, the Warlord had already appearedquite wounded, as though Hinata’s squadron had intercepted him and done theirbest before parting around what he presumed to be Hinata’s order. She must havewanted them safe. Naruto could see now that they were in awful shape, somehunched over, some being supported by others, all of them bleeding. Far lesserin number than he knew them to be. Naruto turned his eyes back to Hinata andknew without question, without doubt, that she had challenged the Warlord aloneto save the remains of her squadron.

It was unlike Hinata to not use her adept mind for strategyto defeat an enemy. Naruto wondered for only a moment why she hadn’t kept hersuperior numbers, why she had isolated herself to singularity. But he knew whatit meant to need to protect those you cared about. Hinata had done just that,as best as she could.

The Warlord had seemed an easy man to challenge, arrogantand cocksure. A young woman standing before him, provoking him into singlecombat must have amused him; enticed him. He’d probably thought it a game.

He probably never expected to lose.

Naruto moved.

“Hinata,” he called, parsed segments of awe and fearinterspersed into something of a sigh. He felt breathless and weary, and heached for her. For what the war had taken from her; for what it would continueto take from them all. “Hinata.”

She turned to him and he could see the collapse in her, thebattered spirit. He lost his breath when she turned to him, tears in her eyes; asurprising softness. Before the war had begun, when he had allowed himself tothink about her apart from all others, he would think first of the gentlenessof her curves. She had no angles to her. Every deceptively delicate slope of herhad humbled him.

Even on the front lines she had somehow, somehow maintainedthat softness. She guided her squadron kindly, gently, quietly. Taught them ofstrategy and of survival. She was a wraith in the darkest moments of night,tending to the wounded, still wearing her armor. She sat under veiled canopiesin camp with those who could not be saved, and she told them stories, hushedand secretive, theirs and theirs only. Like war, her kindness had changed him.

But he had not seen her cry for years. She was the strongestwoman he knew, right there with Sakura-chan, and though her tears didn’t makeher less so, they shocked him for their rarity.

“Naruto-kun,” she breathed, and this was a breach ofprotocol, but Naruto savored it. He let her voice curl around his name and bringhim home; it had been so long since he’d been there. So long.

He guided the sentiment behind her voice into the deepestand warmest parts of him. His heart called out to her, beckoning.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, and he was the one who reachedfor her.

She came willingly, gladly, into his arms. Hinata allowedher tears to fall stoically, silently against him. It was Naruto who trembled. Shock,maybe. Desire was there too. But all the more surprising was this: the fear.

Despite it, his desire only grew.

In another moment, another time, maybe he would’ve kissedher.

But the beast she’d slayed still breathed slowly behindthem, unconscious but alive, awaiting a secure trip to Ino’s shadowed quarters.Blood ran down Hinata’s cheeks. The skin under her eyes swelled with color, roseneggplant.

Now was not the time for romance.

Soon, though, Narutocouldn’t help but to think. It resonated within him, the first drop in arippling effect; the ocean of their beginning.

Soon.

#naruto #naruhina #uzumaki naruto #naruto uzumaki #hyuuga hinata #hinata hyuuga #naruto fic #the beginning of this makes it seem funny but it's actually just sad #lol @ me yikes!!! but anyways i hope this is okay??#it got a little out of hand #but my fav thing EVER to write is like unexpected young adult war hero nard!!!! MY FAV!!

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(i dont know if you're familiar with steven universe but if you aren't them being gems/aliens is good enough) "strong in the real way", dreaming of sunshine au, team 7. thank you!! i enjoy reading your prompts and it inspired me to make some of my own

You’re welcome, anon! I’m glad I could help you with your own writing path. :D

I’m definitely familiar with Steven Universe which means I’ve definitely caught the reference for the title. Although how I’m going to adapt this is…

So, obviously, Silver Queen’s post about Shikako’s Gelel stone is fairly relevant for this AU. Will probably go with Tourmaline for her since Malachite and Bloodstone … apparently… have canonical equivalents and while I do dig the idea of Shikako straight up calling herself Goldstone that does have the word gold in it and it’s not a very Nara like connotation.

Anyway, Shikako is Tourmaline. I’m thinking Sasuke is Obsidian–chosen because of color scheme, mostly, but also this description of its meaning. Especially DoS!Sasuke.

If anyone on the team is half human half gem it’s definitely Naruto. And I think he’d be Amber. In part because the Uzumaki vitality, but also because Amber can have non-mineral inclusions by which I mean the Kyuubi.

And I know this probably seems odd, but I feel like Kakashi is probably human. To keep up the student/adopted son relationship he has with Minato (who is the human half of Naruto) and also because I just find that hilarious(ly sad). Tired human trying to look after three teenaged super-powered gems.

As for what the plot for this would be?

I mean the timing would be a little…

Unless Shikako is, like Amethyst, a Tourmaline that came out of the kindergarten late. Unlike with Amethyst, though, Shikako was probably adopted by the Nara clan who are humans. And Sasuke is kind of like the Lapis equivalent? He was trapped in a mirror (sword?) and left behind and only recently released.

Which means Kakashi–barely functioning adult–had to raise half gem half human Naruto by himself? That is hilarious(ly sad) enough to work.

So Naruto is in his teens, recently stumbled upon Sasuke’s prison and released him. Shikako, hearing news of Sasuke’s no doubt dramatic reawakening, decided to take a trip to meet the only other gem left on earth. Shikamaru, entirely human but still protective of his “sister” goes with her–ah, wait, nah you want Team Seven only, yeah?

And then the big mystery is Sasuke and Shikako trying to figure out how Naruto came to exist, basically, and what the heck that ominous red glow in his gem is. Which is interesting because everyone has different pieces of the puzzle: Kakashi was possibly actually there when Kushina and Minato fell in love (but not when they encountered and sealed the Kyuubi). Sasuke as the only home world gem would have access to the vast histories and experiences of gem culture. Shikako, curious about her own (seemingly individual) existence, probably consumed all the information she could get from the kindergarten to explain herself–so very specialized scientific knowledge of gems.

And Naruto may or may not be able to speak to his mom. Or the Kyuubi. And is, you know, literally the topic of the mystery so…

With that, maybe this?

Strong In The Real Way

A prisoner, an outsider, an impossibility, and a human. A bunch of misfits trying to work together and maybe finding family along the way.

Or, Kakashi and his three pet rocks.

And then “Season 2” would introduce the extended Team Seven as the actual Home World Gems checking in on Earth–Sakura as Morganite? Sai as Hematite? Tenzo as Aventurine? ALSO TOURMALINE?–and delve into the mystery of what the heck happened on Earth anyway? Why was it abandoned as a Gem Colony?

I’m thinking it wasn’t a civil war but rather… whatever the bijuu are, the gems CANNOT destroy them. Which kind of goes in line with Naruto having the Kyuubi sealed inside him? I DON’T KNOW. Anyway, Home World decided to cut their losses and leave?

Except now, after a couple of millennia, Home World is in REALLY dire straights resources-wise and they’re like… hey, what about that old mud ball we almost had as a colony?

Hm… I’m gonna think on this some more, no doubt, so if anyone has any questions about this ‘verse I might be able to answer them. (By which I mean, please ask questions so I can rant about the head canons I’m building for this ‘verse)

Thanks for the prompt, anon! :)

#jacksgreyson #anonymous #prompt response #brainstorm #fanfiction #ask box fake fic titles #fake fic summaries #dreaming of sunshine #naruto #steven universe #shikako nara #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #strong in the real way

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