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¹ - Kyouran no Hyakkiyagyou - yes, I realize that this might not be a correct or even plausible name, but there it is anyway. As for my translation, it is probably not correct but I did try and I did look up the words, so I at least know that ‘kyouran’ is ‘fury’ and that ‘hyakkiyagyou’ is ‘pandemonium’. So, please excuse me if the name(s) are wrong or incorrectly translated.
² - Koishii means ‘darling’ while Koibito means ‘lover’ or ‘sweetheart’. Koi just means ‘love’ and can be added to a name, such as Amaya-koi. Here, you’ll see Kurai use Koishii as a nickname for Amaya while she calls him Koibito or just plain ‘lover’.
Kurai continued to lie perfectly still in his hiding place, knowing that to move was to risk Pein discovering his location: he had been staked outside of Nagato’s hideout for a little over a month. However, it was not the Rinnegan user that truly concerned him. No, he was far more concerned with the one who would come running to capture him if Pein sounded the alert: Madara Uchiha, sole master of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan and one-time tamer of Kyuubi no Kitsune. Indeed, Kurai would much rather not fight Pein and risk having to face his clan’s founder. Instead, he was intending to lie in wait, patiently anticipating a time when the six paths of Pein would be alone with his true body so that he could kill the Akatsuki member once and for all. For that to happen, however, he had to wait for Madara to either send Pein out on a mission or for the masked Uchiha to depart from the Rinnegan user’s company himself. Currently, neither of these occurrences seemed likely to take place in Kurai’s mind, and he was becoming extremely cross with the results this held for his own situation. Nothing would please the Rokubi Incarnate more than to kill the last remaining members of Akatsuki, go home to his wife and kids, and be done with the whole damn mess! Unfortunately, Tobi/Madara and Pein were doing all the things he wished they wouldn’t, such as sticking to each other like Siamese twins.
Giving an inaudible growl, he narrowed his eyes as the silhouette of the real body of Pein, Nagato, appeared in the furthest reaches of his peripheral vision, below and to the right of his hiding place. He knew that he could attack and kill all of Pein’s bodies, real or controlled, at any time, but he was hesitating out of a certain level of wariness and respect for Madara and the power the older Uchiha held. He had no guarantee that Madara would not be able to control him with genjutsu, since even normal people could be held under the influence of illusions: rather than chancing it, Kurai was keeping an extremely cautious and respectful distance from his relative. After all, the last thing he wanted was for Madara to ensnare him with genjutsu only to force him to massacre whatever the twisted bastard wanted before extracting Rokubi, and thereby killing Kurai; quite reasonably, Rokubi would perish if extracted just as surely as his human half. Suffice to say, that was NOT something Kurai was eager to even contemplate at this point. Frowning to himself, he presented a personal query to the unusually subdued consciousness of the Rokubi. :Akuma, would it be possible for us to defeat that masked one as we are now? Could we kill Madara even if we never fight Pein?:
:No; that one is the source of your clan‘s curse, and not even as we are could we hope to kill him without backup.: Was all the response he got from the irritable wolf bijuu. For the first time in his life, Kurai chose to ignore the words and, more often than not, wiser judgment of his other half as he slipped away from his hiding place. :Cublet…!: Came the warning snarl of the Rokubi’s consciousness, but it was lost on the bijuu’s host as he struck, felling Pein’s Hell Realm and Hungry Ghost Realm with two well-placed, devastating blows. :Now he cannot revive his dead bodies or absorb my attacks; I’ve removed two critical pieces from the board in a matter of seconds.: Kurai used a Shunshin and struck again, knowing full well that Nagato was watching and could easily jump in at any time. However, the other Peins knew he was there now and were not about to sit back and let him win without putting up a fight. As Animal Realm began summoning a beast to fight him, Kurai smirked and didn’t skip a beat as he summoned Naga, the son of Manda and now the greatest of all snake summons since his father’s untimely demise. The massive anaconda came flying from the smoke of his summoning, fangs bared and already on the offensive; he and Kurai were long time battle partners, and they had grown to understand each other flawlessly over the years. However, when the Rokubi’s consciousness had the ability to speak with the snake directly, it gave Kurai the even greater advantage of being able to communicate on a personal and private level with his summons at all times. The snake collided with Pein’s summons and quickly sunk his fangs deep into the flesh of the other animal as he coiled about its chest, crushing its entire body in mere seconds. Leaping over the snake’s tail, Kurai shifted to his one-tailed bijuu form and landed on top of Animal Realm as the slight female body gave a series of sickening cracks from the force and weight of the large wolf’s impact. Not pausing to allow Animal Realm to gain any purchase or regain her abilities, Kurai brought his lupine jaws down on the girl’s throat before viciously tearing out the soft tissue with a horrid crack as he snapped several vertebrae away from her neck and spine.
Still in his one-tailed form, Kurai snarled menacingly as he turned to face the four remaining bodies of Pein: the real one, God Realm, Human Realm, and Demon Realm. Still with the flesh and bones of Animal Realm in his jaws, Kurai pulled back his lupine lips in a vicious snarl before snapping his jaws at them while a second tail sprouted in chakra, slowly solidifying into the true second tail of his two-tailed bijuu form. Once the fourth tail sprouted, the size of his wolf body would re-double, bringing him to ¾ of the Rokubi’s true size. When the fifth tail had appeared and the sixth started to, then he would reach the Rokubi’s true size and he would be able to level the surrounding landscape with a simple discharge of electricity. Kurai could see Nagato’s slight concern, since he could not use Hell Realm’s abilities to revive his fallen bodies. The Rokubi Incarnate was momentarily distracted from his quarry as Tobi raced in towards him: he could sense the clone instantly and roared at it, giving off a violent electric pulse that destroyed the clone instantaneously. So, Madara had only been keeping a clone with Pein…well, the real one would no doubt be along soon enough if even a portion of the unfolding battle was relayed to him via his clone. Snarling again before loosing a deafening howl of rage, Kurai launched at Nagato, the real body of Pein; the man made an attempt to dodge, but was captured in the coils of Naga’s body as Kurai reverted to his normal human form and allowed the electricity in the air and surrounding landscape to channel into his body, mixing with his chakra and forming his personal ninjutsu, Pandemonium’s Fury. Discharging the entire force of his jutsu into Nagato’s body as he collided with the older man, Kurai felt Naga release them and a strange sensation as he was bathed in the other’s blood; the sheer potency of the jutsu, which was absorbed into the opponent’s body and then looked for an outing. This was simply the nature of electricity and was true of anyone who’d ever been electrocuted: the foreign power surged through the body and if no exit was available, the electric current would force one into existence. Nagato’s body had not presented an exit quickly enough for the sheer amount of electricity that Kurai had forced into him, so the body had been virtually vaporized from the waist down when the current tried to find an opening to escape. This left only Nagato’s torso and upper body with a bleeding stump of carnage where his waist, hips, and leg had been; as Nagato died, Kurai felt the other bodies drain of the force keeping them alive as well.
“Kill the root, kill the tree.” Kurai murmured as he felt his body quake with the sudden loss of so much chakra; Madara had still not arrived, but it would only be a matter of seconds if Kurai was any judge. Smirking, he realized that Pein had gotten in a number of blows to his adversary; Kurai’s own body was once again covered in nasty lacerations and his throat was badly damaged from where Nagato had clamped a hand down and exerted an unheard of amount of pressure in an attempt to keep Kurai from releasing his jutsu. :I’ve got to get out of here…: He thought hazily as the dizziness of losing so much chakra and the increasing blood loss got to his head. :Akuma…we‘re doing a reverse summoning. We still have enough chakra for that right?:
:We do not!: The Wolf’s consciousness snapped savagely, annoyed that Kurai had disobeyed him; before Kurai could retort, Naga offered a solution.
‘Perhaps if you were to climb inside my body, Kurai, then when I return to my home, you would go beyond the masked one’s reach. I could then perform a reverse summoning to Konoha after you have healed.’ Kurai considered Naga’s offer, but since he didn’t really have any other options, he did as the snake suggested.
“Very well Naga, but we haven’t got time to wait for me to heal. Just do a reverse summoning to Konoha as soon as I get inside your mouth.” The snake was not pleased that his master would not wait to heal, but could not disobey him; so, Kurai climb into the giant anaconda’s mouth, beaten and bloody, only for them to vanish in a cloud of smoke. When Madara arrived at the scene of the battle a scant two minutes later, he was furious beyond all reason as he cursed the very day Kurai had been conceived.
~Meanwhile, in Konoha~
As Amaya fought one after another of the Chûnin candidates, she couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy; it was almost as if something was very wrong, and yet she knew that nothing was. As the last battle rolled around, she was surprised when Tsunade stood and signaled for silence. Frowning slightly, Amaya patiently waited for her Hokage to speak; Tsunade did not disappoint her.
“There remain only two genin who have yet to face our proctor, who is also acting as the challenge which the genin must overcome, yet I have only just realized that we have not introduced her!” Amaya felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach; she was only wearing a pair of flare pants and a corset-like tank-top. Although her current outfit was merely an edited version of the jumpsuit Kurai and Itachi had given her for being promoted to Jounin, being white with fiery-gold flames on the hem of the pants and along the bottom edge of the tank-top, it did not bear her nickname or any symbols to link her to any clan or family. She would get Tsunade back for this later, she decided as she saw Naruto and Sasuke enter the ring: perhaps she would have to fight them at the same time, since they were by far the most skilled of any of the genin to take the exam this time round. “I present our proctor, Amaya Namikaze, Konoha’s Golden Flashfire. Now she will test two genin at once, since both have demonstrated Jounin level abilities in the past. They are to be tested individually, but they may cooperate as they see fit to defeat Namikaze-san. These genin are none other than Konoha’s own Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki.” Tsunade smiled widely, obviously enjoying the headache she was doubtless giving Amaya, who smiled sarcastically at the female Hokage and signaled the threat ‘I’ll get you later.’ to the older woman. Sighing, she returned her attention to her brothers, for Sasuke was her now brother in everything but blood.
“Sasuke, Naruto, come at me with everything you have! Show me your teamwork and don’t hold back because holding back on the real battlefield can get you killed!” Amaya said with a smile as she wisely removed the weighted training bands from her ankles, wrists, and waist. None of the previous competitors had been fast enough to keep up with her even wearing two hundred pounds of extra weight, but she knew that she would need all of her speed to keep these two on the field long enough to pass the test. If she didn’t take the weights off, they were likely to land an unreasonable number of blows on her well before the twenty minutes was up. So, in the interest of reducing the number of bruises and injuries she’d sustain, Amaya let the weights hit the ground even as the signal to begin was given. She knew that her parents were watching from the stands with all of Naruto and Sasuke’s friends, as well as Kakashi, Jiraiya, Yamato, and other Jounins or higher ranking shinobi. Smirking, both teens did exactly as she’d told them by coming at her with everything they had. At first, it was simply a battle of projectiles as Sasuke launched an obscene number of kunai, shuriken, and senbon in her direction even as Naruto made good use of his Shadow clones. Doing a back flip to gain altitude, Amaya began to put on quite the show as she did aerial somersaults, leaps, and rolls to evade not only Naruto’s clones, but Sasuke’s weaponry. She could hear cheering, so she assumed that the spectators were thoroughly enjoying the match, despite it only having just begun; it was going to get a lot more interesting once the three of them began pulling jutsu out.
As if reading her thoughts, Sasuke began making hand seals that she was all too familiar with. Just as she finished dispatching of the last of Naruto’s clones, Sasuke took in a deep breath and let it out as a blast of the Great Dragon Fire technique that Kurai often used, and which Sasuke had used in the battle against Itachi. Smiling to herself, Amaya withdrew a Hiraishin kunai from her belt pouch and threw it so that it whizzed right between and past the heads of both boys. Mere nanoseconds after the kunai had sliced a few strands of hair from the head of each boy, and Amaya was performing a handstand between them with her legs in a full split over her head. Twisting on her hands with speed and control that was startling, she struck them both as she performed a whirlwind kick. She did not infuse any of her chakra into these blows, for fear that doing so would knock them both out since she struck them both in the jaw. She did not want to have to heal them instead of test them, so she spun away while doing several back flips until she landed on her feet, in a cat-like crouch, some yards away. Stumbling several steps before regaining their footing, Sasuke and Naruto gave her startled looks; she was taking them just as seriously as she had the mineral clone she’d made of Itachi. To say the least, this was not quite what they had expected her to do. They exchanged looks, realizing that they’d have to try harder if they wanted to actually stay in the ring for at least twenty minutes and land the five blows minimum that each of them would need to even hope to pass the final exam.
“Alright, let’s take this up a notch…” Amaya heard Sasuke mutter as Naruto nodded to emphasize the raven’s point. She chuckled and prepared for anything they might try as she replied.
“Good; you’re both starting to take this seriously.” Beckoning for them to try again, she smiled widely. “Now we can get on with the real portion of the exam!”
~Half an hour later~
Naruto and Sasuke had succeeded in the goal of the exam: they had been fighting with Amaya for a little over a half an hour and each of them had landed no less than seven hits on the female Jounin. Smiling, Tsunade made to stand and announce the end of the battle, but she stopped as all of them felt an unbelievable chakra surging towards them. A massive explosion and a giant cloud of dust rocked the arena as something appeared in the forest just outside the village. Amaya easily recognized Naga’s chakra and the slightly subdued, but still very much present, chakra of Kurai. Unconsciously moving towards the familiar chakra signatures, Amaya ignored the startled gasps of the crowds and the subtly concerned murmurs of Naruto and Sasuke as the giant snake lashed out in annoyance at having landed in such conditions as a cramped little forest clearing.
‘Why choose such a place to arrive in a reverse summoning?’ Naga hissed thoughtfully as his serpentine form coiled in on itself to fit in the tiny clearing Kurai had supplied as the arrival point after homing in on Amaya‘s chakra. After a moment, the snake spotted Amaya and flicked his tongue towards the arena in a greeting. ’Amaya-hime seems to be in the training arena, Kurai.’ The snake opened his jaws to let Kurai climb out, but both of them had forgotten to take Naga’s venom into account: the snake had not bitten Kurai, but some of his venom was constantly present in his saliva. Thus, having ridden in the snake’s mouth for half an hour, Kurai’s already injured body had been exposed to the equivalent of a small yet lethal dose of Naga’s poison. Luckily, he’d built up a tolerance to the venom, but when compounded by the injuries Pein had inflicted and other mostly healed injuries from fighting Zetsu and Kisame, the result was a rather disoriented Kurai as he fell through the tree branches and then onto the ground with a sickening crunch. Cursing profusely, and quite colorfully, he gingerly got to his feet and placed a hand on the scaly body of the giant snake for support.
“Now I recall why I hate traveling coach via snake summons.” Kurai muttered irritably as Naga eyed him concernedly. “Thank you Naga, but that will be all for now.” The snake did not seem convinced of his master’s feigned good condition, but departed all the same. For several minutes, Kurai simply stood and allowed the pain to register as he catalogued each injury and the amount of chakra it would take to heal them all. “Fucking hell, man…“ He muttered darkly as he began to half-walk, half-drag himself towards the village. “This is going to be a real bitch of a week!” Meanwhile, Tsunade had declared that Naruto and Sasuke, as well as a few others from the genin group, had successfully completed the exam and would be notified as to their promotion in one week. As soon as people had started filing out of the arena, Amaya made a beeline straight for the slow and steady, but rapidly fading, pulse of Kurai’s chakra. Sakura easily fell into step beside the woman who had become like a sister to her; she was just as concerned about Kurai as Amaya was. Minato and Kushina were naught but three steps behind their daughter, Naruto and Sasuke right behind them, and the small group quickly fanned out around the fiery-gold haired female leading the way.
“Kurai…” Amaya’s whisper of his name was very fearful as they spotted him, leaning heavily on a tree just outside the gates to the village and covered from head to toe in blood and what appeared to be some form of slime. Not pausing for a moment, Amaya was instantly at his side and running a hand across his brow. “My god, you’re burning up! And you’re covered in slime…” Amaya let her healing chakra seep into her hands as she scanned her lover and husband for injuries, finding amazingly few that were severe. What worried her was the astounding amount of snake venom she found present in his body despite the absence of any snake bite. Taking a second look at Kurai’s condition and putting Naga’s presence into perspective, Amaya figured it out: he had been inside Naga’s mouth when the snake was summoned and had probably absorbed a lot of venom through his open wounds. Now truly afraid, she asked Sakura to help her as she eased Kurai down onto the ground while telling Naruto to send a clone to fetch Tsunade.
“He’ll be alright, won’t he Amaya?” This was Sasuke‘s question; Amaya was surprised by the real concern, and even a hint of fear, in the younger Uchiha’s voice. Not trusting herself to give him an answer, Amaya concentrated instead of finding out how badly poisoned Kurai was. She began to check the dilation of his pupils and was stunned by the completely glossy stare that met her: it appeared that he was now truly blind, but that wasn’t the only thing that could cause such a glazed look in the eyes. She tried to talk to him, to get any kind of a response, but Kurai appeared to have become catatonic. Frowning, Amaya decided that she needed to get as much of the poison out as she could, and she couldn’t wait for Naruto’s clone to get back with Tsunade. She concentrated her chakra into her hands after forming several seals, and the result was a manifestation of her chakra in the form of a large sphere of water and an earthen bowl in which to put it. “Sasuke, Naruto, the two of you will have to hold him still because this is going to hurt him…a lot. Sakura, you can help me extract the poison.” She looked to her parents and gave them a brief smile. “Okaachan, Otousan…can the two of you help Naruto and Sasuke keep him still?” Both nodded and Kushina promptly took a firm hold of one of Kurai’s legs while Minato took the other; Naruto and Sasuke were both pressing down firmly on his shoulders. Satisfied that he was as restrained as he was going to get, Amaya said nothing as she began to extract the poison from Kurai’s body with Sakura doing the same on his opposite side. Between them, Amaya and Sakura had removed nearly two thirds of the poison by the time Tsunade arrived with Naruto’s shadow clone. Without a word, the female Hokage knelt beside Kurai and took over from Amaya and Sakura, both of whom were shaking from the amount of effort they’d been putting into healing him. Sakura fell back and gave a defeated sigh, unable to do anymore for lack of chakra, while Amaya frowned and pressed on with Tsunade’s assistance until the very last traces of Naga’s venom were removed.
“How did this happen to him?” Tsunade demanded fiercely as she wrapped Amaya’s hastily removed tank top and torn pant legs, having been ripped into long strips for bandages, about Kurai’s injuries. “The fever will not break; he has been affected by that poison we extracted, and we can‘t do anything about that without an antidote. He could still die Amaya, unless you tell me where that poison came from.”
“It was Naga, his personal snake summons.” Amaya said softly while worriedly brushing the hair from Kurai’s face: he was still unresponsive, and despite his track record of never passing out from pain, that was precisely what he appeared to have done. “There is no antidote, Tsunade-bachan, or I would have already had several vials on hand for instances just like this. Every antidote we’ve ever made for Naga’s, or even Manda’s, venom has always been effective once, but never twice. It’s like the venom learns and adapts, gaining immunity to the anti-venoms and antidotes we create for them. Kurai has an amazing tolerance for poisons, but this is one thing nobody can help him with…this time, we can’t jump in and save him. He’ll have to beat this one all on his own, and he will beat this poison, Tsunade.” Amaya’s tone held a certain finality that frightened the others; even as they helped get Kurai back to his and Amaya’s home, Sakura gasped as she felt his chakra seemed to falter and give out. Later, she would hear from Tsunade that Kurai, to all intents and purposes, was as one who had died: he had no chakra, no heart beat, and he had stopped breathing. However, Amaya refused to let anyone examine him and simply put him to bed while smiling and saying he’d be well again in no time; she refused to accept that he might really be dead.
…
Kurai could feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, and smell nothing; there was only darkness such as he’d never known. He knew it was unimaginably cold, but was unsure as to how he knew this; he couldn’t actually feel the cold…he simply knew that it was so. Frowning, he attempted to call out into the darkness only to find that his voice failed him.
:There is nothing here, cublet…you have died, and soon I will die within you as well.: The Rokubi’s consciousness said softly, almost sadly, and Kurai felt a flutter of panic rise in his chest before he savagely squashed it out.
:That cannot be right, Akuma… If I had died, then I would know it.:
:No, that is not always so, cublet. Many have died e’er before they knew it only to find themselves here, in Hell. For that IS where we are cublet, would you only stop to acknowledge it. However, I commend your fighting spirit; keep that up and you might just will yourself back to life. By all means, please keep denying your death, for if you live, then I too will live.: Kurai knew he shook his head fiercely, though he could not feel it and snarled angrily at the wolf bijuu who sat in repose among the shadows of death.
“I cannot die; not like this, and sure as Hell not now!” Kurai roared viciously as he felt pain take over his body.
…
He could hear only sobbing, could smell only tears and sorrow, taste only blood and bile, and feel only pain as he felt something pulling at him, clutching onto his chest as he lay perfectly still on what felt like a bed. Perhaps what disoriented him most was the searing pain he felt in his eyes as he cracked them open only to have his vision flooded with light: he knew not how, but he had regained his vision. Ignoring the dull pain and cold stiffness that had invaded his body, Kurai looked down at the figure that was lying across his chest, crying uncontrollably into the bandages that covered his skin: his heart ached and he felt a swell of guilt for causing her such pain. “Koishii²…please stop crying. I’m not really worth so many tears, now am I?” He asked playfully through gritted teeth as he sat up, startling Amaya as he did so. More tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks as he gently cupped her cheek in one icy hand while using his thumb to rub away some of those same salty drops of liquid.
“I…I didn’t think…that you’d be able to come back…not this time…” She spoke haltingly, obviously very upset as she refused to meet his eyes. “You were really dead…and I-I used the Shichibi’s Tensei ninjutsu…I had no way of knowing…if it would work on you!” Sighing, Kurai pulled her onto the bed beside him and held her close while wiping away the tears; she had forfeited a portion of her own life to bring him back, using the chakra of the Shichibi, something she generally never did unless she was utterly desperate.
“Shhh…come now, stop crying Koishii.” He murmured gently against her hair as her sobs lessened against his chest, bare if not for the bandages binding the lacerations he’d gotten in his tangle with Pein. As several more moments passed, he could feel the warmth and life spreading rapidly through his body; apparently, having the Rokubi was helping him out yet again as his body revitalized itself in record time. “Stop acting like I’m going to disappear, Koishii. I’m not going anywhere, or haven’t you figured that out yet?” She looked up at him, no longer sobbing, but still with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, and she laughed at him.
“Ass…” She teased softly, briefly sticking her tongue out at him before he pulled her in for a deep and meaningful kiss.
**WARNING: SMUT! IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE SEX, GO TO **END SMUT**: IT WILL LOOK JUST LIKE THIS**
“Don’t stick that thing out unless you intend to use it…” Kurai growled suggestively against her mouth and she squirmed against him, suddenly very much aware that Sumomo and Tsuchino still had the twins, having offered to watch them while Amaya was busy with the Chûnin exams. Taking the initiative on a whim, she smiled in return to his words and parted her lips against his. He let his tongue slip between the now parted flesh and was pleased when she met his tongue with her own. After a moment, they parted and she pushed him back against the bed, leaning in to caress his neck and left earlobe with her lips and tongue. Heedless of the knowledge that somebody would probably come to check on them, what with Tsunade’s parting comment about noticing that he’d stopped breathing, Amaya let her attentions drift down over his collarbone and onto his chest as a satisfied growl egged her on; he was enjoying this and wasn’t in the least bit ashamed to admit it. Smirking that damnable sexy smirk of his, he watched her as she moved while shifting what little clothing he had left; that was to say, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down far enough hot grant her access to particular and rather…desirable…parts of his anatomy. He gave a groan as her lips brushed against his hip and she smiled before rubbing one thumb along his rapidly hardening length.
“You never cease to amaze, Koibito…“ A ‘hnn‘ was Kurai‘s only response to her soft teasing, so she explained further as she let the very edge of her tongue graze the tip of his cock, causing him to twitch and give a purr-like growl. “Here you are, freshly revived from the dead, and you want to fuck.”
“You’re just that irresistible, Koishii…” Kurai rumbled as he let his eyes close and leaned his head back on the pillows while Amaya took him into her mouth, caressing and teasing with her tongue as she began to suck hungrily. Kurai felt a shudder pass through him as she performed delightful things on him, and was for the most part not only unable to do otherwise, but also perfectly content to remain still and let her have her fun. She pulled away in a slow and agonizing way, stopping completely just before he would have reached his peak. Giving a low and non-threatening growl, he pulled her roughly to him and began tearing off the remnants of her clothes that had not been torn into bandages. Soon enough, she was totally exposed as he kissed, licked, and nipped every bit of her he could; he was utterly ravenous for more of her, since the last time he’d taken her, excluding the time only a month previously, was a month before she’d had the twins. In short, he’d only touched her twice over the course of the past four months, and he was now desperately in need of fulfilling his desires for her. She moaned as he pulled her as close as possible while biting down on the tender flesh of the crook of her neck. Letting one hand wander over the luscious curve of one of her hips, Kurai slid one hand down over her ass and pressed a finger against her clit: she was very wet, and judging from the heat coming from both of their bodies, she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. Carefully positioning her above him, Kurai released her neck only to take one nipple into his mouth instead, sucking and nipping at the delicate flesh as a distraction while he pulled her down onto his cock. Amaya cried out from the mixture of sensations from being penetrated while he never once neglected her breast.
“A-ah…Kurai!” Gasping as he lay completely back against the pillows while keeping a firm hold on her, Amaya felt his hardness shift inside of her as he released her breast in favor of the now easier access he had to her neck and shoulders. Even as he began to set a rhythm, pumping himself in and out of her welcoming entrance, Kurai continued to nip and suck at her throat while keeping her from taking the dominant role by wrapping his arms around hers and pinning them behind her back. He’d let her take control, but only after he’d gotten her to climax at least once…he wanted to hear her scream first. As he increased his pace, pounding in and out of her, she was left gasping for air and moaning against his shoulder. Suddenly, she instinctively bit his shoulder and began to suck on the vein she had bitten. Kurai groaned and unconsciously bucked against her while releasing her arms, his cock twitching inside of her in response to her actions. Amaya clung to him desperately as she felt herself reaching an orgasm, but she did manage to muffle her voice as she all but screamed his name by latching onto his shoulder again. As her orgasm subsided, Kurai slowed his pace to slowly slide in and out of her in a teasing manner while she lay on top of him, shuddering from the force of her climax.
“Bastard…” She muttered affectionately as she pushed herself up on her elbows to capture his lips with her own.
“Actually, I‘m just a dick.” Came the glib reply against her mouth and she gave a low growl of her own as she pulled away from him, forcing almost all of his length out of her tantalizing opening while eliciting a pleasured growl from her lover.
“Yes, you are definitely that…“ Pushing back down onto his length, she licked his ear and murmured to him. “Now it’s my turn…to tease you.” She slid her body up and down on him for several minutes, going tortuously slow on purpose before beginning to speed up until she felt him come close to losing himself inside of her. Then, she would stop and wait until he would open her eyes and give her a look that was as close to begging as the proud man beneath her would ever get. She repeated this process perhaps five times before he gave a growl and rolled the both of them over, putting him on top of her. Looking up at the almost feral look in his eyes, Amaya felt no fear and simply lay still, waiting for him to do what he wanted with her. Pulling completely out of her, Kurai kissed her with a subdued sense of savagery before shifting his weight and her position completely. He now had her lying on her stomach as he let his tongue snake out to tease at her pussy and clit, causing her to gasp and moan as he slipped the strong, hot, and wet muscle into her. She was still very wet, so it was not a matter of lubrication; no, Kurai just reveled in the taste of her and he loved watching her twitch and squirm at his doing. When he felt her tighten around his tongue, he stopped and pressed his dick to her pussy, but he didn’t enter her…not just yet.
“Kurai…” She pleaded softly; she wanted and needed him to be inside of her again after he’d brought her so close only to let her slip back down.
“Oh…? You want me to fuck you hard?” Kurai asked with a devilish smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned over and kissed the soft skin between her shoulders. Annoyed and shivering from his kiss, Amaya retaliated by rocking back on her knees; Kurai shuddered with pleasure and groaned as this simple action put him deep inside her. “Crazy bitch…pain in my ass…” Kurai ground out as she began to rock her hips back against his while she smiled seductively at having once again taken the upper hand. Leaning over her and holding tightly onto one of her hips, Kurai placed his other hand on the bed next to hers for added support as he began to thrust against her rhythm, doubling the pleasure for them both. Kurai’s hearing, sharpened by the presence of Rokubi within him, picked up someone knocking on the front door and then opening it, but he ignored it as he felt Amaya reaching another climax. Crying out as she came, hard and wet, Kurai let his own climax take a firm hold as he felt her tightening around him, releasing his seed deep inside of her. Somehow, he instinctively knew that she almost certainly would not conceive, so he was unconcerned about the lack of birth control usage. Panting from the amount of exertion, Kurai withdrew from her and both of them collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. Had he wanted to, Kurai probably could have kept going for a couple more rounds, but he wasn’t sure Amaya’s already tired body would be able to keep up with him.
**END SMUT: IF YOU SKIPPED IT, IT IS SAFE TO READ AGAIN. YOU DIDN’T MISS MUCH FOR PLOT PURPOSES.**
Amaya murmured contently as Kurai pulled her back close against his chest, burying his nose in her shoulder and kissing the worried flesh that he’d been ruthlessly abusing moments before. He chuckled as her breathing began to even out into a pattern that he knew extremely well: she was falling asleep. Still smiling a bit, Kurai rose from the bed to the tune of Amaya’s sleepy protest; she didn’t want him to let go of her because sleeping next to him was like having a private human heater/electric blanket. Pulling his pants back to their proper place and buckling his belt, Kurai went to the closet and pulled out one of his shirts. Returning to the bed, he slipped it over the prone and semi-conscious form of his wife while chuckling at her silly attempt to snuggle back into the warmth of his body. He heard someone move just outside the door and he knew they’d been there for several minutes, whoever it was. Still in naught but his pants and the bandages on his torso, since Amaya had removed his shirt and boots as well as his socks, Kurai quietly padded over to the bedroom door and slipped out. He found Jiraiya, hastily scribbling down notes and doing erratic sketches in a notepad. “How am I not surprised to see that you’re using this to your perverted advantage?” Kurai scoffed in a lightly amused tone, causing the Sannin to start and clutch his notepad to his chest protectively.
“Ah-ha, Kurai…well, I suppose there is no explaining my way out of this one, huh?” The white-haired toad sage asked in mild embarrassment, and more than a little fear for his person.
“No, not really…I know you too well to believe any excuse you could give anyway.” Kurai shrugged nonchalantly as he went past Jiraiya and downstairs, only to find Amaya’s parents, Tsunade, Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura sitting in the kitchen. Kurai paid them no mind as he rummaged in a cabinet for the cigarettes he’d hidden there, away from any danger of being tossed or confiscated. He casually opened the kitchen window and leaned back on the sill as he lit one, ignoring the stares from the others until Tsunade made a point of loudly clearing her throat. Kurai took a long drag off the cigarette before exhaling the smoke and meeting Tsunade’s eyes. “Yes…?” He asked calmly; he knew what she was soundlessly asking, but he did not want to give her the answer yet.
“What happened?” Tsunade demanded while scowling fiercely first at him and then the still slightly jubilant Jiraiya.
“Do you mean just now upstairs, and thereby are referring to whatever made Jiraiya so happy, or are you referring to my mission in Amegakure?” Kurai asked with a certain smug glint in his eyes, knowing that all of them had probably heard some of what he assumed Jiraiya had seen: how on earth did the man, who thought of Amaya as a granddaughter, stomach watching her getting fucked? Shrugging the thought from his mind, Kurai chuckled as Tsunade faltered, obviously thrown off by his roguish reply. “Because what happened upstairs in not really your business, just as it was not meant for Jiraiya to use as ‘inspiration’; however, I think I can confidently say he’ll use it anyway; won’t you, you crazy old pervert?” Jiraiya actually ducked away instinctively as Kurai shifted his weight from one foot to the other and took another long pull at his cigarette, effectively finishing the first one he’d had in nearly two months. “Now, the mission in Amegakure was successful; Pein has been completely neutralized. By that, I mean that the lower half of his real body was vaporized, and the upper half is not inclined to go anywhere ever again. I’d have brought you his head, but I figured that would just be overdoing it what with Madara hot on my tracks. I was injured and I didn’t have enough chakra to use Hiraishin or a reverse summoning on my own; therefore, I summoned Naga and hid in his mouth while he used a reverse summoning to bring us here. Lucky me, I’ve built up quite the tolerance to dying.”
“B-but…Kurai, you were dead! Tsunade-shishou couldn’t find a pulse, you weren’t breathing, and you were as cold as ice!” Sakura was obviously very distraught at seeing someone who had been a corpse naught but perhaps an hour previously up and walking around, especially not after what the girl had probably heard through the floor of the master bedroom that was the ceiling to the kitchen.
“Yes.” Kurai said simply, as if this were the most natural conversation in the world. “However, I am not so now, therefore there is no need to be so upset Sakura-chan.” Kurai lit another cigarette, aware that Naruto was giving him a strange, almost understanding look while Sasuke was simply dumbfounded.
“How are you living?” Sasuke spoke to him for the first time since the twins had been born and Kurai laughed as he let the smoke from his cigarette exit his lungs; one day, he would have to genuinely quit.
“Amaya inherited a Tensei ninjutsu from having the Shichibi fused with her, that’s how.” He chuckled again as he reached out the window, rubbing the cherry of his smoke out on the outside wall of the house before tucking it back into the pack and returning the cigarettes to his back pocket. “Ask Sakura or Naruto if you still don’t get it; Chiyo-baasama of Sunagakure used a similar technique to revive Gaara after Shukaku was extracted from him. By sacrificing some of your own life, you can restore the life of someone who has died or even a puppet who has never known life. Tensei ninjutsu is extremely rare and difficult to perfect, so you don’t see it very often. That’s part of the reason Itachi avoided Amaya for two whole months prior to his fight with you; he knew that if Amaya could find him, she’d just bring his sorry ass back and beat you upside the head until you accepted the truth. Naturally, that wouldn’t have worked for obvious reasons.” Once again, Sasuke was unable to form coherent words, left only with the ability to open and close his mouth in a mute attempt to question his sibling’s meaning. Chuckling, Kurai stretched and elicited an unnerving series of cracks and popping sounds as several bones and joints protested to being pulled sharply back into place after being abruptly and unnaturally loosened from the vestiges of rigor mortis by his recent vigorous physical activities with Amaya. “Now we have one last critical detail and problem to deal with: Madara Uchiha, alias Tobi of Akatsuki and Mizukage of the Hidden Mist. We have to be prepared for an attack at any time, though I’m inclined to think that he’ll retreat for now and bid his time, possibly collecting more extremely powerful shinobi under him before he chances tackling the task of completing his collection of bijuu. He might attack tomorrow, or he might retreat into the shadows again for the next ten years; we have no way of predicting him at this point, since not even I have been able to keep accurate tabs on him, so all we can do is wait, and keep improving ourselves while we wait for the attack that is bound to come sooner or later.”
“That’s it then, we just wait for him to get strong again?” Naruto asked in mild disbelief. “Shouldn’t we go after him now, while he’s weak and vulnerable?!”
“No, Naruto…Madara is not the kind to ever get weak and vulnerable; he simply needs more than one person to extract a bijuu, since it is a massive task that requires vast amounts of chakra from the ones performing the technique. It took three days to extract Shukaku from Gaara, and Shukaku is the weakest of all the bijuu. That alone should tell you why Madara will wait and seek the aid of others, probably lying to them just as he did those whom we’ve already killed. Yes, they all joined willingly, but he only recently revealed his real identity to any of them; more specifically, he told them after Itachi died and he‘d taken Sasuke in.” Kurai was only half paying attention as he felt Tsuchino and Hatori approaching; he could feel two smaller, but very strong, chakra signatures and he smiled as he moved towards the front door. Opening it, he startled Tsuchino and Hatori as he ushered them in, instantly claiming Minoru in one arm and Mitsuko in the other: the now nearly three month old twins instantly latched onto him. Minoru clung to his clothing while Mitsuko took a fistful of his now shoulder blade-length hair, which he had forgotten to pull back out of reach, into her small hand and pulled…hard. Grimacing half-heartedly, he murmured to the infant not to pull daddy’s hair, only to have Mitsuko give a happy gurgle as she gave her father‘s hair another yank; after all, she was only three months old. Sighing wistfully, Kurai thanked Tsuchino and Hatori for bringing them home. “Amaya’s asleep upstairs, so I’ll just keep them down here with me; besides, I think it’s about time I got caught up on spending some quality time with these two before they turn into complete hellions. Knowing my luck, Tsunade will ship me off on another long mission soon, and then who knows how old they‘ll be when I get back.” As he carried the twins into the kitchen, still talking over his shoulder to Tsuchino and the ever-reluctant Hatori, Kurai realized that this was probably the first time anyone out of the group in the kitchen had actually seen him interacting with the twins; the instant silence and expectant gazes as he easily juggled his son and daughter were duly noted, and he chuckled as he pulled a large piece of sturdy fabric, a tablecloth perhaps, from a tall cupboard. Without disturbing wither twin for an instant, Kurai angled the fabric around and fashioned it into a make-shift baby sling across his back before easily shifting both infants into in one fluid motion. Smirking, he took in the startled looks of the three teens, as well as the stunned but respectful look on Hatori’s face, as he began to sift through the cupboards and the fridge, all the while pulling out various pots, pans, and the ingredients that he would need to make dinner.
“Rai, when did you learn that trick?” Tsuchino asked while cautiously prying a lock of his hair from Mitsuko’s fists. “Y’know, the one with the tablecloth…”
“Hmm? Oh, that…I picked that up during the three years I had Naruto under my guardianship; he was a really cute baby.” Kurai reply nonchalantly as he pointedly ignored the slight sting in his scalp as Mitsuko renewed her hold on daddy’s hair, seemingly with a vengeance for having been denied the much desired plaything that was Kurai‘s now semi-long hair. Naruto began spluttering helplessly, having forgotten that Kurai had been his sole caretaker for the first three years of his life despite Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Amaya having repeatedly told him the information; Sakura giggled at him while Sasuke just smirked and muttered under his breath, “Dobe…”
“Shut up, Sasuke-teme!!!” Kurai’s shoulders shuddered with suppressed laughter as Naruto shouted, causing Mitsuko and Minoru to screw up their faces in the beginnings of crying, only for their father to extend a bit of soothing chakra to quiet them. Sakura-chan, it’s not funny!” Naruto protested, helpless as Sakura’s giggles escalated into an outright laughing fit.
“Calm down, Naruto…” Kurai said with a sigh. “You’re upsetting your niece and nephew.” At Kurai’s words, Naruto instantly paled and began to apologize profusely, which only earned him a deep-throated laugh from Kurai. “Relax, cublet…I’m not going to maul you.” Kurai was still chuckling as he spoke, realizing that he was speaking like the Rokubi’s consciousness without intending to, but shrugging it off as trivial while inviting those who were interested to remain for dinner. Tsunade, Jiraiya, Tsuchino, Hatori, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura all left for missions, other duties, or due to previous plans. This left Kurai alone with the twins and Amaya‘s parents, and feeling very much at odds. After a few moments, Kushina subtly broke the ice by scooping up Minoru and handing him to Minato before taking Mitsuko into her own arms. After several minutes, having finished dinner, Kurai began to head upstairs to wake Amaya for the needed meal; Kushina softly called him back by suggesting they let her sleep. Hesitating for a brief pause, Kurai gave in since he knew Amaya likely had not been sleeping well in his absence. Frowning at this realization, he sighed as he served Minato and Kushina before pulling a large container labeled “Mitsuko & Minoru” out of the fridge. Removing the lid, he had only to take a single sniff to identify the contents as breast milk, and it didn’t take him long to prepare two bottles for the babies. Testing the temperature against his wrist, he impressed both Kushina and Minato as he held both twins, one in each arm, at the perfect angle to hold both of their bottles at the same time: soon they would be too big for him to do this, so he was going to take advantage of the ability as often as he could before that time.
“You’re really good with them, Kurai…” Kushina said softly while watching the twins with the man that the entire village thought was their biological father, but who was really their father in everything but that. “Who’d have guessed that you would be such a family type, huh?” Kurai snorted quite unceremoniously at that comment, but said nothing; Kushina probed further. “So, have you and Amaya considered have any more, you know, in the future?” A frown was her only answer as Kurai noted the scent of oncoming diaper changes arising from the now sleepy duo he held in his arms. Quietly excusing himself, Kurai took the twins upstairs and burped them; he then gave them their evening baths, put clean and dry diapers on them, and laid them down to bed for the night. When he came back into the kitchen, Minato and Kushina were quietly talking and they both smiled at him when he came back; slightly suspicious, Kurai ate his dinner in silence while the two older shinobi eyed him mischievously. He had the sneaking feeling that they knew something, and he didn’t like the way they seemed to be intent of forcing him to talk to them about whatever they thought they knew. Finally, he caved in and answered their questions: by the time they left, they knew virtually everything there was to know. They knew that the twins were his, but that Itachi was their biological father, not him; they knew that he had toyed with the idea of having a child with Amaya, but that it would only happen on her terms and if she wanted it to. Never once did they make him feel like the bastard or asshole he felt he was; they were concerned about him, Amaya, and the twins as a whole, and he couldn’t help but be grateful for that. As he slid into bed beside Amaya, he was truly content with this life, this brief piece of happiness, that he had forged and intended to protect with all that he was.
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