Konoha – Seijuro's Residence | Late Night
Kushina joined him without a word.
She walked closer to where he was, resting her head on his shoulder. How sweet of her—as if this didn't make shit worse for him, like very much worse.
He had good self-control, he could say that, but she was really testing it, especially when he could see another face overlapping with hers.
Having Sora annoyed at this bullshit. {Stop thinking of my mom}.
Kushina liked how warm he always was.
Her hand found his, tracing along the Karma mark with a slow, featherlight touch.
Seijuro simply pulled her closer.
His voice, cool and low, murmured near her ear. "You're unusually clingy tonight."
Her only response was a small, amused hum. He tilted her chin up, pressed his lips to hers—unrushed, precise. Her body flushed, skin burning against his, but he remained... composed.
Deliberate.
He pulled her close, kissing her along the way, guiding her every single step of the way.
This should be simple enough.
Well, that was... what he thought... until the adamantine chain came in.
So not only did he get leg-locked, he had chains wrapped all around his body.
Some people might say he was into bondage.
He thanked the heavens for pregnancy seals.
Because if not for them, he would have had a kid that night.
Morning – Seijuro's Hallway
When he woke up the next day, he felt sore—like he had worked out for hours—and he felt like he barely got enough sleep.
Let's see, he went to bed at like 8... and they stopped at around 10... it's currently 12, so he only got 2 hours of sleep. Oh well, he could survive it; he'd had far worse sleep schedules in the past.
Goddamn Uzumaki vitality. He yawned a bit—drained the fuck out of him. Heh, he'd get used to it.
Hopefully.
His hair was slightly disheveled. His usually perfect posture was faintly lax—shoulders rolled, spine loose. And... his back bore fresh, claw-like marks trailing just beneath the shoulder blades.
Red.
Deep.
Visible.
And his neck—hm. That was a battlefield of its own.
It was amazing how one Uzumaki woman could do so much in a single night.
He stepped into the bathroom wordlessly, ran a hand through his hair, then stared at the marks. A sigh escaped him—not regretful. Just tired.
After washing up and dressing—gray flak jacket, long-sleeved undershirt, fingerless gloves—he returned to the bedroom.
Kushina still lay there, a sheet pulled lazily over her lower half, hair a crimson storm across his pillow. She looked content.
Eyes half-lidded, a faint smile on her lips.
He placed a tray on the nightstand beside her.
Grilled rice balls.
Salted miso soup.
Honey tea with lemon.
"Eat," he said plainly.
She blinked. "...You cooked?"
"Well yeah, you're not in any state to cook right now," he said calmly. She looked down at herself—hm, yeah, she was currently a mess, not feeling anything from the waist down. How nice of him.
He sighed a bit. She was a mess.
She took the food from his hand and began eating. She did thank him, and he watched as the whole damn meal was fully consumed in 5 minutes.
He didn't really go small with the portion—this shit should've been enough to feed like 4 people for a whole day—yet she finished it in a very small amount of time.
Hm, he needed to start thinking of the future. He needed to be able to have food that could actually fill her up... saying that right after what they did the night before sounded so off.
But point still stands—she eats a lot of meals.
"Your cooking is the best, dattebane." Hm, her verbal tick was back. Well, no matter.
"I'm glad you like it," he said softly, reaching out his hand to fix her hair a bit.
Hm, okay—now she looked less like a mess.
That bloodstain on the bed could be cleaned soon enough.
Her cheeks flushed red. She looked so embarrassed, as if her mind just caught up to the fact that she indeed rode him like he was a horse—and she did in fact leg-lock him.
Hm. He wondered if some people would consider leg-locking grape... hm, maybe. Oh well, as long as Mikoto gave birth first, the order of his second kid didn't matter much. He would keep his promise to her.
And now, as clan head, he had so much shit to worry about. The Kurama clan was fine, thanks to him helping them develop. He was quite stunned that a clan known for its Genjutsu prowess didn't have a fighting style for it.
So, he shared his swordsmanship and created a fighting style that revolved around Genjutsu for the whole clan, alongside a lot of other shit. He was still working on stabilizing the clan, making it so the clan's kekkei genkai could at least be guaranteed to appear in the next generation and not some one-under-the-blue-moon type shit.
And the answer surprisingly came from studying himself.
You see, his dad had the clan kekkei genkai, and Seijuro got it too—which had to do with his unusually high yin energy. He did find some food to help with it, and the Nara clan were nice enough to share some tips... in exchange for quite a lot of stuff.
Oh well, he got some Nara techniques—the shadow thing—but he changed it to fit the Kurama clan more. Anyway, he had to let some Nara into his squad, which, as of now, still had a 100% success rate.
Good job.
He sighed a bit. He gave Kushina a peck on the lips before handing her a specifically designed kunai.
"If you need me... you know how to find me," he said softly.
Kushina nodded her head... and he... Shunpo'd away.
A/N....neat...so Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi will be a lot stronger now....fun.