Dinner had ended with laughter, wine, and a soft light of satisfaction glowing on everyone's faces. The long table had been cleared, and the plates removed by Tsunade's shadow clones.
Konan stood, wiping the corner of her lips with a silk napkin. She paused when she felt a warm hand graze her back, Kakashi, as always, was attentive even in silence.
They exchanged a glance. Konan gave him a faint smile. Her heart had already given its answer.
Later, when she had gone to her room, her mind swirled not with anxiety, but anticipation. Down the hall, behind another door, soft giggles and murmurs sounded.
Kakashi had retired with Tsunade, Mei, Anko, and Kurenai. Konan could hear their voices, warm and relaxed. She didn't feel excluded. Not anymore. She knew she was part of them now.
Later, inside that room, things had taken a turn.
Tsunade was flushed, lying against Kakashi's bare chest, her breath shallow. Mei had collapsed on the other side, her hair a mess. Kurenai lay face down on the pillow, mumbling incoherently. Anko was still clinging to Kakashi, her legs wrapped around his waist as she chuckled.
"I can't take it anymore," Mei whispered, still gasping. "He's even stronger than before."
"No," Kurenai muttered, face buried in the sheets. "It's not strength. It's…godhood."
Tsunade barely rolled over, staring at Kakashi with glazed eyes. "Although, you were insane before, it wasn't this insane. What happened?"
Anko stretched lazily. "He became a god. Obviously, our poor human bodies can't keep up."
"You're saying we need help?" Tsunade asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm saying we need to recruit," Anko grinned. "We need more firepower."
The others snorted, but none of them disagreed with her words.
Kakashi lay at the center, their warmth pressed to him. He didn't say much. Just smiled slightly, listening as his lovers debated how to "solve" the problem of his divine stamina. It amused him more than it should.
But for the first time since the end of the war, he felt… relaxed.
…
Kaguya's POV
Inside the Genesis Seal Space, Kaguya sat still.
When Kakashi had devoured the Ten-Tails, she had slipped into his soul like mist through a crack. She hadn't expected this. She had thought she could control him. Or implant Karma. Or perhaps even manipulate him from within.
But instead, she found herself… watching.
The Genesis Seal Space was pitch black, endless, soundless, yet strangely peaceful. At first, she was immobilized. But Kakashi had set her free. He hadn't spoken to her much, but he had left her with a vision.
So she watched.
She watched the world outside, what Kakashi saw, she now saw.
She saw the dinner. The way the blue-haired woman, Konan, smiled at him. The way Kakashi touched her back gentle. She didn't understand this warmth. This… closeness.
She saw Konan retire to her room. Then Kakashi walks into another.
Kaguya saw the four women waiting. One blonde, one auburn-haired, one purple-haired, one with long black hair. They clung to him like vines. They laughed. They kissed.
And then…
Kaguya's eyes widened.
She watched it all.
They shed their clothes. They wrapped around him like he was the last flame in a cold world. She had never seen bodies move like that, tangled, gasping, alive. Her cheeks flushed faintly, though she didn't know why.
She watched until they collapsed.
Even then, her gaze lingered. She had not been given a body in this space. But her mind, her ancient, consciousness felt like it was pulsing. Something stirred. Something she had never known before.
Curiosity.
Desire?
She didn't understand, so she closed her eyes.
She tried to meditate. But the image of Kakashi's body, his strength, his gentleness, and his roughness with his women flashed behind her eyes again and again.
She couldn't focus.
She didn't sleep.
Morning came.
…
Kakashi stepped into the Genesis Seal Space, his presence parting the void like sunlight breaking the sea.
He was shirtless, only wearing simple shorts. His skin glowed faintly, touched by chakra. His godlike form shimmered with strength, grace, and divinity.
Kaguya opened her eyes.
She stared at him.
"You're early," she said.
"Thought I'd check in," Kakashi said as he walked closer. "You looked a bit… bored."
She didn't respond immediately. Her eyes wandered to his chest. Then lower. Then backup.
"Your body," she said, "is fascinating."
"I work out," Kakashi said jokingly.
She rose, floating slightly toward him. Her pale hand extended. She pressed it gently against his abs. Her fingertips traced the lines. "They were doing this," she murmured.
"Doing what?" Kakashi asked.
"The women. Last night. They touched you like this. And more."
"You watched?" Kakashi tilted his head.
"You let me."
"I did." He chuckled.
She kept touching him, slowly. Curiosity was evident in her Byakugan eyes.
"Why do they do this?" she asked. "Why do they cling to you like that? Why do they tremble, smile, cry… all at once?"
"You really don't know?" Kakashi looked at her.
"No."
He considered it.
"Wait here," he said.
He closed his eyes and created a desk, a soft bed, and a shelf using Yin Release, drawing on Hagoromo's creation technique. Then, with a soft hum, dozens of books materialized.
Books of romance. Of love. Of touch. Of need. Some soft. Some were very intense. Kakashi just presented her with his previous arsenal that he had in his previous world.
"Start with this." He handed one to her.
Kaguya sat down on the bed, taking it. She opened the first few pages, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Are these… stories?"
"Yes, human ones. You'll understand more by reading."
She flipped through a few more. Her eyes began to glow faintly.
Kakashi turned to leave.
"This is my space too," Kaguya said suddenly.
"Then I'll see you often." He smiled.
Before he left, he reached over and gently tapped her horn.
"What was that for?!" She jolted from having her horn touched.
"Habit," he said, and vanished.
Kaguya looked down at the book in her lap.
She touched her horn.
Then opened the book again, more slowly.
Her curiosity only deepened.
And in the quiet dark, she began to read.