Cerulean eyes stared forward unflinchingly at the titanic beast in front of her. The Kyuubi, partially manifested outside it’s cage by manipulating the water in Naruko’s mindscape stared back at her, a cruel, amused grin spread across it’s lips. “Come now, ch1ld. Release me, release my power! Let my hatred envelop you, use it to bring your precious Sasuke home. You need only release me.” Naruko flinched at it’s taunts, her hand slowly inching towards the fragile slip of paper that held it at bay.
“So this is the source of your power, eh Naruko?” a new voice startled her, the blonde jinchuuriki swiveling around to find the source of her crush, Sasuke, standing behind her.
He had changed over the last three years, she idly noticed. His old clothing had been discarded for an entirely new style, similar to the rest of Orochimaru’s elites. She found his long-sleeved white shirt to be particularly fitting, as he had opted to leave it open at the torso, allowing her eyes to feast upon his muscular torso and six pack abs. She felt her mouth water a bit, her tongue idly licking her lips while she not-so-subtly stared at his dark blue pants, wondering just how much growing the rest of him had done.
Sasuke too, had taken the moment to size up his former teammate and rival, the girl who had proclaimed her love for him being the reason for fighting so greatly at the Valley of the End (also being the closest to ever actually winning his heart, as she was a strong kunoichi that took her training seriously), and was pleasantly surprised with her growth. Gone was the short, pigtailed blonde he had once known, in her place being a strong, well-developed kunoichi. Her face had matured, losing most of it’s baby fat while her lips seemed to have puffed up, looking as soft as chiffon velvet. He idly wondered if they felt as soft as they looked. She had even let her hair grow out, golden locks spilling down to her shapely rear with loose bangs framing her face.
She had eschewed her bulky jumpsuit for an orange and black jacket, zipped down to just above her bellybutton, giving him a peek of her toned stomach. It also gave him a very generous view of her cleavage, F-cup if he had to guess. Damn, she would be bigger than Tsunade if she kept growing like that! His eyes kept sliding down her figure, thin waist ballooning into wide hips with an equally large butt just barely contained in a pair of orange short shorts. Her mile long legs just went on forever, the tanned beauties ending in dainty feet wearing a pair of heeled sandals.
“S-sasuke.” Naruko murmured. An indecisive look crossed her face, as if trying to figure whether or not to take a step toward the ravenette or away from him.
He ignored the blonde for the moment moving past her to stare into the Kyuubi’s eyes. The two held their contest for a short while, sharingan eyes staring unflinchingly into crimson irises. Finally, the Kyuubi gave a barking laugh, it’s voice rumbling throughout the area.
“With that vision of yours and chakra more ominous than my own… You’re the spitting image of Madara Uchiha from the elder days.” It grumbled, Sasuke noting the apparent disdain in it‘s voice for one of his clan ancestors.
Raising his hand, he placed it upon the mighty beast’s snout, chakra building up in his palm and eyes as he prepared to suppress the bijuu. “Madara Uchiha… Never heard of him.”
Chakra surged to life around him, the Kyuubi’s form dissolving as it glared at him. Fading behind the seal once more, it gave one last word before being suppressed completely. “I'll be gone soon. But I'll say this, even if it is my undoing. Whatever your plans are, do not destroy Naruko. If you do... you'll regret it…” Sasuke turned away from where the Kyuubi once was, slowly walking towards Naruko, who hadn’t moved during the encounter.
He stopped in front of her, staring down at the blonde girl who had sworn to return him to their home village. After several moments of tense silence, Natsumi finally spoke. “Will you come back with us? Sakura misses you, I miss you.”
He frowned at her question. Though he couldn’t care less about Sakura’s feelings or well being, Naruko was different, she had proven that she was a competent kunoichi years ago. “No, I won’t, Konoha has nothing to offer me. No one does until Itachi is dead. And then, then all that will matter is the restoration of the Uchiha name.”
She frowned at his response, closing her eyes in sadness. She leaned against him, her head lying in the crook of his neck and causing him to tense up from the contact, his hands instinctively moving to his sword before stopping.
Feeling the blonde’s massive mammaries against his exposed chest gave him the beginnings of an idea. He just needed one question answered. “Do you still love me?”
She didn’t answer verbally, simply nodding her head and burying her head deeper into the crook of his neck.
A smirk made it’s way onto his face. Grabbing the blonde’s shoulders, he pushed her away so that he could look into her eyes. His sharingan spun hypnotically, entrancing the blonde and allowing Sasuke to make his move.
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