Kaze Noil: Wind Blade Turning

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(AN: Seriously, I’m hurting in a lot of places, mostly my back, and my head, as I’ve got an intense back ache from this fucking chair that I’ve been sitting in for fucking EIGHT hours STRIAGHT writing this fucking thing, and I got a fucking migraine from having to keep track of every fucking thing. I hate my stigmatism really bad.)
(AN: Fun fact: while writing my various works of fiction I tend to listen to a variety of music. Currently, I am listening to Queens of the Stone Age, my favorite being their song, “Little Sister” which, I find fitting, as it’s practically about sex.)

Kaze Noil:
Wind Blade Turning
Chapter 3:
“No One Knows”
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“Oh, what you do to me,
No one knows…”
- Queens of the Stone Age, “No one Knows”


Kaze tore threw the streets of Konohagakure with a purpose, ignoring the glances he was getting from the various assortments of villagers that were taking the time to look at him. He tried to ignore the praising stares that he was getting from the females of the village, as he hadn’t thought to wear his overcoat, instead wearing a black muscle shirt and a dark brown leather vest over that, which allowed his obvious muscles to be displayed. As for the men, they kept muttering things about seeing the “Yondaime’s” ghost, as even with his fully grown beard he was still remarkably similar to the Yondaime. And, if his younger counterpart was to make it to his nineteenth birthday, pack on about two hundred pounds of raw muscle, and grow a beard, well they would probably be identical, which is one of the reasons why he had decided to grow a beard back in his home world in the first place.
As great as he was at stealth, anyone would have known it was him from just glancing at him, as his reputation was that great. His whisker marks were too noticeable, and people of all over would recognize him. Though he could dye his hair, grow a beard, pack on a lot of muscle, he could never get rid of his whisker marks, and so he grew a beard to hide them, though they were still there. He was glad that he had decided to keep it after coming to this world, as it meant that he wouldn’t draw suspicion to him when people saw him, as they would eventually connect the dots between his whisker marks and his younger counterpart’s own. At least he could get away in the world if people only thought that he was related to the Yondaime through some means.
From what Senna said, he had a past here that was implanted into people’s heads from the gods liberal use of their powers, but, as it was, he could see that no one recognized him, probably because the image that they probably remember was of a younger version of him that had a remarkable resemblance to the Naruto of this world. And from what Senna had said, he was thought to be KIA, and his body was never recovered. He looked different enough from the Naruto of this world to not draw any particular suspicion, but, he was still too similar to the Yondaime not to draw stares. And with the way people had seemingly forgotten his connection to the Yondaime in this world, than he was sure that no one knew exactly why he resembled their hero so much.
Blond hair was especially rare in the Elemental Nations, though he had seen plenty of it growing up, and even though his hair had darkened over the years because of constant missions held within the middle of the night, preventing the sun from naturally bleaching his hair, he was still blond enough to draw stares from various people. He was only glad that he decided not to wear his Sage overcoat, which was designed to resemble his father’s own overcoat, which would have increased the glances from the people of the village even more.
Of course, Kaze shouldn’t have been musing while he was walking through the streets, as his mind wandered, preventing him from seeing any obstacles in his way. As such, he had ignored the three women walking towards him, all three of them in a lengthy, full blown conversation. Predictably, as they were walking towards each other, they met in the middle of the street with two of them, Kaze and one of the women, colliding together forcefully, knocking the woman to the ground, and spilling her dango.
“All right, whoever you are,” growled the woman, “you are about to pay for that dango out your ass, with interest,” and then she looked up. Pausing, she stared at the man standing over her, as her friends looked in shock to the man himself. Kaze scratched his head, but paused when he heard the woman that he knocked down utter his name with a far away look in her eyes. Surprised that she would have had some history with his pseudo identity, he looked down to the woman, only to blink at the sight of just who it was that he had knocked over.
Staring back at him, with a look of clear disbelief on her face, was the beautiful face of a woman that he clearly remembered had scared the crap out of him when he was younger, but became a good friend and pleasant teacher when he was older, once he had gotten over her odd mannerisms, before she died killing Kabuto with the help of Gai. He would never forget Mitarashi Anko, despite how he would have wished he would have when he first met her. Instead, he was forced to relive several flashbacks of their time together while he climbed the latter of power.
Glancing to the women that had been with her, he saw that it was, yes, it was Uzuki Yugao and Yuuhi Kurenai, both women seemingly as equally as shocked as the snake mistress herself. Sighing, Kaze helped Anko up, the woman taking a step back in obvious disbelief.
“Kaze-kun?” she spoke, obvious hope in her voice. Kaze briefly wondered what her history was with the person he had become in this world, but shook it off as he replied to her question easily enough.
“Uno… but how do you know my name?” he asked, and the three women in turn blinked, another round of shock passing through them.
Almost instantly he found Anko’s hands clamped onto his shoulders, as she shook him wrong, “Quit kidding around, Kaze-kun! It’s me, Anko-chan… don’t… d-don’t you remember me?” she asked after seeing his clearly confused stare directed at her. Kaze shook his head, not knowing what to say to the woman. Just what was his history with her in this world? What had the gods decided to create between the two of them? Her clearly shell shocked, devastated expression told him that whatever had been between them in this life hadn’t been just simply friendship… he got the distinct impression that she had a tie with him that was more then he would have been comfortable with in his old lifetime.
“Anko… Kaze was KIA’d… whoever this guy is… I’m not sure that you would like the answer to your question,” said Kurenai, trying to poke reason into the snake mistress’s head. At her words, Anko turned around, hissing.
“No! This is Kaze-kun! I know it!” she growled, and Kurenai looked surprised to see the reaction from her fellow kunoichi, while Yugao stared at him, suspicious to see him, obviously, eyes narrowed dangerously. But before Kaze could retort they heard shouting behind the women, and looking over their shoulders Kaze could tell just what the disturbance was.
From down the street a small child rushed through the crowds, pissing off many people as they saw who it was cutting through them. The child was small, smaller than a normal child his age should be. Following him through the crowd was a group of obviously drunken men, shouting various foul things at the boy. Glancing up with wide, fearful blue eyes, his too clear eyes found the image of the three women with Kaze, before he began running towards them.
“ANKO-NEE-CHAN, HELP!” he shouted, jumping behind her to look past her legs to the group of men fearfully. The men stopped short at seeing that the boy was behind the abandoned once a student of the traitor Orochimaru. From the way that said purple haired woman took up a guarding position in front of the boy, Kaze knew that they had some prior history, something that was somewhat different than his own past in his old life.
“What the fuck do you shit heads think you are doing, attacking a defenseless child,” cursed Anko, feeling as Naruto, as that was only person it could be, trembled fearfully against her leg.
“Outta of the way, ‘hore,” snapped one of the braver drunken men, glowering daggers at the jounin, who didn’t seem intimidated in the least. “We’re just settl’n what ‘he ‘ourth started,” he continued, at this Anko just snarled dangerously, obviously looking ready to flay the stupid man alive for his comment.
Kurenai and Yugao were tensed, obviously ready to help their friend if she were to need it, the three of them momentarily forgetting about him as they were prepared to battle for the young child’s safety. Kaze rolled his eyes and stepped out from behind the girls.
“So this is what the great village Konohagakure has come to,” he stated, drawing attention to him as the kunoichi flicked their eyes to him, while Naruto’s eyes looked to him fearfully, and the drunkard’s just growled angrily. “Grown men picking on children, hiding behind the accomplishments of a true hero to justify their own sins… you sicken me!” he stated. The drunkards just snorted.
“You think we give a shit? Besides… you wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what that little shit is!” snapped another of the drunkards. Kaze just raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.
“Indulge me, then,” stated Kaze, making a motion with his hands for them to continue.
“THAT BOY IS A DEMON!!” shouted another of the drunks, with the majority of the people on the streets cheering in reply to this. Kaze growled, his hands tightening to fists. Naruto whimpered against Anko’s leg, obviously thinking the man would join the people in hating him. But Kaze just snarled, his crystal, icy blue eyes widening with violence in them, remembering the times when the villagers in his own world would treat him the same way. He had never fought against them because he knew that it wouldn’t change their views of him, and some part of him had always thought that he had somewhat deserved the treatment, as naïve as he was back then. But that was him, and though technically speaking the Naruto of this world, the one hiding behind Anko’s legs were the same being, it didn’t, after all, make them the same person. And everyone who knew Kaze knew that people who abuse children were some of his most hated things of life. One of the few, really, right up there with rapist and child molesters.
Before the dumbass who had called Naruto a “demon” could realize it, he found a fist connecting with his face, knocking several of his teeth out with a spray of blood. Continuing this onwards, Kaze twirled around and slashed outwards with one of his hands, held out in a stabbing motion, as his foot connected with one of the drunkards’ skulls. The result sent the two unfortunate enough to experience this action spinning to the ground, out cold.
The others realized what was happening, as they charged at him, intent on making him pay, but he just jumped over their heads, his feet crashing into two of the drunkards’ heads and knocking them to the ground to join the other unconscious ones. When he landed he summoned two shadow clones without seals or saying the jutsu, and the three of them proceeded to kick the crap out of the majority of the drunks. But, as this was happening he seemed to have drawn three ninja out of the crowd, as they charged at him, thinking that he was the one to instigate the fight. In retaliation to the ninja coming at him, Kaze had his two shadow clones slap some minor chakra restrictor seals onto their chests, keeping them from calling their chakra, wherein the clones proceeded to kick their asses, before the last ninja came at him. Blowing a strike from a kunai that would have likely rendered his arm useless, Kaze dipped into his chakra reserves and began weaving the rasengan into his other hand, severally underpowered to keep from killing the stupid ninja, before slamming it into his chest, blowing him across the street in a whirl of wind and chakra. After that, silence greeted him as the street was too stunned by his casual display of a technique that everyone knew was part of the Yondaime’s arsenal.
Then a voice spoke up over the crowd, drawing everyone’s attention to the owner of said voice, as she was obviously happy to state this fact.
“See? Didn’t I tell you! He is Kaze-kun!” she exclaimed. Only now, neither Kurenai or Yugao disputed this fact, too stunned to see someone use the technique when they had thought it lost to the ages.
Kaze sighed…


Of course, Kaze had planned to use the rasengan, as he knew it was the perfect way to draw the Sandiame’s attention to him as the third would have realized the unmistakable similarities to his technique to the Yondaime’s once he heard of it, and then once he saw him his vastly superior mind, a true genius at that, would have put two and two together and realized the connection between him and the Yondaime. But it was all the more easier to do with Anko preaching quite happily that he was Kaze, a ninja that the villager’s knew to be the little brother of the Yondaime, and also the only one to have mastered all of the Yondaime’s secret techniques. So, as Kaze was being escorted to the Hokage’s office to meet with the Sandaime, he began to put together a believable, if slightly farfetched story for the Sandiame to hear. Hopefully, if everything went well he would be able to take his title as a Namikaze, reveal Naruto’s bloodline to the counsel, and adopt him as his own son. Of course, the irony that he would be the one to adopt his younger self as his son wasn’t lost on him, but Senna had made it clear on their trip to Konohagakure that she wouldn’t leave him be until he adopted the boy. Of course, that would also mean revealing to the world Hyuuga Senna’s existence, as she wanted them to marry and adopt little Naruto together, which undoubtedly would draw the attention of the Hyuuga clan to her, as an unknown relation to them would definitely bring their hackles to a rise. But he’d deal with that as it came.
It wasn’t long before they had arrived to the Hokage tower, briefly stopping by the secretary that Kaze could remember had always been kind to him, as she was a member of the Sarutobi, a distant cousin to the Sandaime that the old man had been close to for a number of years, if he remembered correctly. After they were given the okay to head in, the anbu escorted him into the Sandaime’s office, the ninja disappearing as soon as he passed through the door. But Kaze could sense them hidden outside of the room, obviously there in case he did something. Kaze found Sarutobi-jiji sitting at his desk, as Anko, Kurenai, and Yugao finished telling the old Kage about the things that he had done to protect young Naruto. Of course, when Anko told the kage about her suspicions as to his identity, the Kage’s face went white, as he glanced to him with suspicion. Kaze just cheerfully waved in return, and the Sandiame went back to his conversation with the three kunoichi.
In a matter of minutes the old Hokage had demised the three kunoichi, giving a pointed glance to Anko when it looked like she was going to stick around to hear everything that Kaze said. Sulking, the snake charmer left them be, though Kaze knew that if everything went well then he would soon be getting a visit by Anko sometime soon. After they were gone, the Sandaime suddenly sped through some seals that Kaze could just make out being a sound proofing jutsu, before the walls shook momentarily. Then the Sandaime turned to him, looking as if he wanted some answers.
“First of all, I would like to think you for protecting Naruto-kun. Naruto isn’t that well liked in the village, as you saw, and being as old as I am I have trouble making sure that he is safe from harm. But that being said, let’s move on to the real reason why you are here,” said the Yondaime, before motioning to a seat in front of his desk, “please, have a seat… Mr…?” he left open for Kaze to answer.
“Kaze… Kaze Noil,” said Kaze, and watched as the Sandaime’s eyes widened considerably before being schooled into a mask of indifference.
“That is a very presumptuous statement, Kaze-san. You see, we already had a Kaze Noil in our village, specifically, a Kaze Noil Namikaze, that was well respected. However, he was reported KIA in a mission some years ago… so, please forgive me for being somewhat dubious as to your identity,” then the Hokage paused, before stating, “Do you have any proof?” he asked. Kaze nodded, before slowly, as not too make it threatening to the old man, so that he wouldn’t think of it as him pulling a weapon, he reached into his vest, and pulled out a rather old and battered headband, one that was passed from generation to generation of the Namikaze family. It looked like a normal headband, except instead of wearing the symbol for their village, it had the symbol for the Namikaze clan on it, which was a single star surrounded by waving lines. He passed it to the Sandaime, who paled when seeing it.
“I see,” said the old man, placing it onto the desk for further study, as he’d obviously have to check it for authenticity. But, if it was a fact it was a really good one. “Anything else that may be of further use?” he asked. Kaze shook his head.
“When I woke up a year ago that was the only thing that was one me besides some destroyed clothing. And the only thing that I could remember was the name ‘Kaze Noil.’ The people that had taken care of me as I had healed over the years while in a coma, said that I might have had some connection to another Kaze Noil, one that was famous for being the brother of the infamous ‘Yellow Flash’ of Konohagakure,” he said. The Sandaime raised an eyebrow at his explanation.
“A likely story,” he said, looking still dubious, “but please, it’s not exactly very original, don’t you think?” he asked. Kaze nodded, giving him that.
“I’m sorry that it doesn’t sound that believable, but that was what happened,” he told him, lying through his teeth, “I have no memory of who I was before waking up, and the people that had taken care of me can’t give me a reason as to why that is.” He explained. The Sandaime nodded, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, we can obviously check DNA records to see if you are a match to Kaze Noil of this village, and if you are you’ll obviously be entitled to rejoin the village and your clan. But, before we head to the hospital and have you tested, I would like it very much if he could tell me who exactly were these people that watched over you while you were in your ‘coma’?” he asked. Kaze kept a straight face as he began to explain to the man the background and history of a family that didn’t really exist that Senna had drilled into his head. From what he could tell, the gods had made it so that no matter how anyone dug into Senna’s past, they would never be able to find her ‘family’ and so their story couldn’t be contradicted.
“From what I was able to learn in the months since I woke up and began to go through therapy to re-teach my muscles how to properly work again, the family that took care of me is a branch that was cast off from a rather known clan in your village. Apparently, about sixty years ago the family had a civil war, over making something called the ‘Caged Bird seal’ mandatory for the whole clan. But before the elders of the clan could instant this law, several members of the clan fled the village, and the country, and thus became their own minor, refugee clan,” as he continued on the Hokage began to get paler and paler with every word spoken, “this clan was hunted by the one in your village, and over the years many of them had been killed off. By the time that I had woken up, only three remained, one of which was my age, and the other two her parents. They found me while traveling through Earth country, unconscious and nearly dead, and took me in, nursing me back to health,” Kaze didn’t know exactly what mission his pseudo self had gone on and which country he had been in when he was reported “KIA” but, considering the timeframe that he was supposed to have gone missing, then it was safe to say that it was in Earth Country, as that was where the Third Great Shinobi War had taken place.
The Sandaime nodded his mind going into overdrive at this information… so there were more Hyuuga out there then those just in the village? If the Hyuuga clan found out about this then they would through a bitch fit, either ordering the family’s assassination, or to have them brought in and obtain the very seal that the family had run from the clan out of fear for in the first place. Not to mention he had already put together everything else that the man had said, as he could now plot some of the authenticity of the man. Yes, in fact, Kaze Noil, the younger brother of the Yondaime, had gone missing in Earth country while trying to spy on the previous Tsuchikage’s weaknesses. Kaze had gone onto the mission with Mitarashi Anko, and of course, Uzuki Yugao. From the reports, they had been caught and to make sure that his team survived that young Namikaze in question had drawn the enemies’ attention to him while giving the two women time to escape. At his actions the young chuunin Anko and Yugao had been both devastated, though they eventually made it back to Konohagakure with the information the village needed to end the war, but at a high price. In the aftermath of the failed mission Anko, Yugao, an equally as young Kurenai, and the soon to be Hokage Namikaze Minato, had each needed to go into severe counseling. Though, they each handled it differently. Minato had overcome his depression caused by his brother’s death by the efforts of his newly wedded wife, Uzumaki Kushina, a refugee of the destroyed Uzuagakure, and also their kage at the time. Yugao and Kurenai had pushed themselves into their own works, with Yugao going into the anbu, and Kurenai becoming a chuunin with high hopes of becoming a jounin instructor someday, though she was largely hesitant to try for the jounin exams as she was still suffering from guilt of losing a friend. And Anko had suffered the worst as Kaze and her had been dating at the time, and when she was just looking to be getting over the worst of her guilt and depression her sensei, and his student, Orochimaru, had abandoned her while branding her with the a curse seal. It seemed like the last two years since her sensei had abandoned her that he was always constantly checking on her to make sure that in a fit of depression she didn’t commit suicide. And now, after seeing her reaction to meeting this mysterious new “Kaze” he severely hoped that the man was who he said he was, for Anko’s sake. It seemed that, perhaps, this Kaze was the only hope that the young Mitarashi had, now.
Coming out of his thoughts, Hiruzen Sarutobi looked to the young man that seemed to be about the age that Kaze would have been now if he had survived, and he could definitely see the resemblances between them, even if the beard was somewhat different then what he was used to seeing. Though, if the man was who he said he was, than he’d definitely have the same whisker marks that he had seen everyday on Naruto’s face underneath that bush of hair. He nodded his head.
“Your story is very convincing, as hesitant as I am to say it. There is a definitely a possibility that you could be the Namikaze that was reported KIA, but, until we have your DNA tested, we won’t know for sure. So, if you will follow me, then we can head on over to the Hospital to have you tested,” and the Sandaime raised to his seat and picking up the Namikaze headband, canceling the sound proofing jutsu, before he headed out of his office with the Namikaze in tow.
Through the village they walked, with various people stopping and muttering about the “young Namikaze” having finally returned. It seemed that what Anko had said had traveled through the whole village now. He doubted that anyone would not know who he was, or for what reason he was doing here.
Then the Sandaime looked to him once more.
“About the people that took care of you… where exactly are they, now?” he asked, and Kaze looked up, before shaking his head.
“About a month ago we ran into some nuke-nin, who had been hired by Kumogakure when they heard the rumors of an unsealed Hyuuga family. Naturally, they wanted their bloodline, and planned to use the mother of the family and the daughter as breeding stock while taking the father’s eyes to be used by other ninja,” he said. The Sandaime nodded.
“What happened then?” he asked, and Kaze sighed.
“There were a lot of them, and though I tried, they still managed to kill the mother and father, though I was able to save the daughter, and managed to make them flee,” he said. Sarutobi-jiji nodded.
“And where is the girl, now?” he asked. Kaze frowned, before shaking his head.
“I’m afraid that I can’t tell you right now,” and he looked to the villagers watching with a pointed look. Sarutobi got what he meant, before continuing on.
“And you headband?” he asked, motioning to the said headband in his hands purposely. Kaze shrugged.
“I don’t know why it was on me, but I figured it had something to do with my past… maybe a memento from the Namikaze clan,” and Sarutobi frowned.
“Possibly, I think I remember that Minato’s ancestral headband went missing around the time of Kaze’s disappearance. It could be possible that you took it with you when you went MIA,” Kaze caught what the man said and smiled inwardly, knowing that Sarutobi was beginning to believe him, as odd and unbelieving as his story sounded. It was a small sense of comfort. Now, all he had to worry about was the damn blood test, and whether or not the gods had decided to change his DNA around so he wouldn’t be an exact copy of his younger self.
Soon Kaze found himself in a little white room, rubbing his arm where the doctor had taken a draw of his blood out. It didn’t matter that the tiny insignificant wound had healed already, as the action was more out of nervousness then anything else. Hospitals had become a thing for him to consider with caution, as most times he was in a hospital was either because he himself had been wounded enough that it would warrant a visit to the hospital, and in that respect Tsunade, who would proceed to chew him out for being stupid, or in the later years it was to hear information about another of his friends dying on the hospital bed from wounds too grievous for them to heal from, but easy enough for him to heal. That, he considered, was one of the curses of being a jinchuuriki.
He must have waited for an entire hour, with the Sandaime busying himself with studying the Namikaze headband with a turbulent expression on his face, as he tried to find some kind of flaw, some kind of mistake in its surface that would let him know that it was a fake, but after the first thirty minutes Kaze was pretty sure that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn’t find anything wrong with the headband.
The headband itself he had found in the Namikaze estate hidden in their private vault, which Kakashi helped him retrieve by telling him how to find it, and also the combination. Kakashi hadn’t taken the headband himself as he couldn’t enter the estate without a Namikaze being “keyed” into the seals in the mansion’s structure that would also “key” his specific chakra signature into the structure itself, and also that he respected his sensei too much as it was. After Kakashi explained to him that the headband was to be passed from father to son, as their unofficial heirloom and unofficial representation of the clan head, Naruto had tried to hand give him the headband, stating that the Namikaze clan was as good as dead, since by that time Hinata had been killed, and thus he had lost all interest in the opposite sex, and he felt that since Kakashi was like a son to his father that it would have been a physical representation of the bond that the two ninja had shared. However, Kakashi stated in no small terms that he couldn’t have accepted the headband no matter how much he wanted to. To Kakashi, it would have been spitting onto the Yondaime’s memory to take the family heirloom from its rightful heir. And the copy-nin had cautioned him, that until the day that he died, the coin would still be in the air.
So Kaze had kept the heirloom on his person as a reminder to the family that he would never have, and the woman that he had lost that he would have shared everything with… but now that he was here, with Senna, or as she had been known as in her previous life, Hinata, he could finally put the headband to use and become the clan head that would make his father and mother proud.
Soon, the doctor returned, pale white, and looking too shocked for words, as if he had just saw a ghost. The doctor asked the Hokage to follow him, obviously to discuss his blood test, and he waited for several minutes, wondering if he had passed the test or not. Several minutes passed as he grew more worried with each minute that ticked by, before the Hokage returned, a warmth in his eyes that Kaze was only used to seeing directed at him when he was younger. Instantly, the tension in Kaze’s body settled, as he smiled slightly to the old man.
“Well?” asked Kaze, and the Sandiame shook his head, obviously pleased.
“Well, the test results are plain. You definitely are Kaze Noil Namikaze… welcome back, gaki,” he said, and Kaze smiled brightly. Then he laughed, suddenly, a full bodied laugh of relief and utter joy. He had never been more relieved to pass a test then like now.


Minutes later the two freakishly powerful ninja were back in the Sandaime’s office, with the sound proofing ninjutsu up and running again. Smiling in obviously pleasure, Sarutobi handed Kaze back his family’s headband.
“It’s good to have you back in the village, Kaze,” said the Sandaime, with a twinkle in his eyes, “it just hasn’t been the same without you.” Then he sighed, “Unfortunately, I must regretfully inform you that your brother and his wife died during the Kyuubi attack, Minato to seal the Kyuubi away and Kushina giving childbirth to your nephew,” Kaze nodded, knowing this information already, but keeping his mask schooled into a look of shock. “It saddens me that although you are alive you suffer from amnesia. But, I guess that with something this important and prosperous to our village that it couldn’t be all good news, could it…” then the Sandaime paused before asking, “tell me… I’ve heard you know the rasengan… but do you know the rest of your arsenal of jutsu? You must be absolutely honest with me as your level of knowledge could help prove your identity to the counsel as they’ve been trying for years to get the secrets of your clan, but have been unsuccessful. With your appearance they will no doubt either deny your rite to your clan’s secrets and fortunes, but some of them might even try to wed you to some of their daughters…” Kaze shook his head with a sigh.
“I know it might seem strange… but even though I have no knowledge of my life before I awoke from my coma, I can still clearly remember quite a few jutsu… if I have to guess, I say I know around a few thousand or so, give or take,” he said, shaking his hand in a “so-so” gesture, as the Sandaime nodded.
“I see, thank you for your honesty… however, the real thing that will decide if you should be able to regain the rites of your clan is whether or not you know a certain jutsu…” he left it open to see how Kaze would react.
“Hmm… you must mean the Harashin no jutsu,” said the blond ninja, crossing his muscled arms over his chest thoughtfully, “yeah, I know it,” he said, and the Sandiame’s eyes lightened up considerably as he processed this. This would help them greatly in the years to come.
“Very well,” said Sarutobi-jiji, looking as if Christmas had come early this year, “I say that you have a high chance of regaining your rites to your clan,” and then he pressed a button on his, as he spoke into his intercom, “Erika-san, please notify the counsel that we shall have a meeting of grave importance today at eight, that will decide the fate of a clan that has been on everyone’s minds for five years now,” and he got an affirmative over the intercom before it went dead. Then the Sandaime folded his hands in front of his face, looking quite serious, “and now, the game is afoot.”
Speaking up, Kaze decided to voice a question, “Sarutobi-jiji,” he said, and the old man groaned at hearing the casual lack of respect in the seemingly young man’s voice, before motioning him to continue, “since I’ll be regaining the rites to my clan soon, wouldn’t that mean that I can give certain people asylum through my clan, thus keeping other clans from touching them…?” he question, Hiruzen nodded, before gaining a coy look on his face.
“Thinking of extending a hand to a certain bloodline user?” he asked, and Kaze nodded, gravely.
“Yes,” before he continued immediately, “Hokage-sama, she doesn’t have anywhere to go, and I can’t just let her continue to wander around unguarded when every village would like to get their hands on her for her clan’s secrets right…? And besides,” said he, gaining a decent sized blush that the old Hokage noticed, “We are… kind of engaged…”
The third raised an eyebrow at this, hearing the obvious quiet shyness in the young man’s voice, knowing that the man was probably unused to admitting this type of thing. Sarutobi nodded, knowing why the boy would worry over such a fact. Knowing what he knew from his fiancé, he would obviously worry about the Hyuuga clan getting their hands on her and preventing her from marrying him. Sighing, the old man nodded.
“Yes, Kaze, as clan-head you would be able to grant this woman asylum, thus preventing the other clans from taking her. She would technically be adopted into your clan, which would place her under the laws of your clan. Which means that you would be able to marry her without the consent of the Hyuuga clan leader…” and Kaze nodded at this, pleased.
“Good…” then seemingly remembering something, the Namikaze asked, “and what of my nephew… you said that Kushina died giving childbirth, so does that mean that my nephew is still alive somewhere?” he asked, with hope in his voice. Sarutobi nodded.
“As the last leaving member of his family, you, by rites, are entitled to the knowledge of who, and what he is,” he said, before continuing, “you have to remember, though, Minato was a noble soul, and had too much faith in this village. We had very little time to prepare for the Kyuubi, and if he didn’t make a choice soon the village would be destroyed. So, he chose to seal the Kyuubi into his own son, because, how could he ask another family to give up their child when he wasn’t willing to give up his own? Naïve, yes, but, he definitely had a good heart,” Sarutobi sighed tiredly, “however, despite his last wish being for the village to see him as a hero, Naruto, your nephew, has been seen as an abomination and the Kyuubi in human form, let alone the fact that if he was the Kyuubi he would have already attacked anyone and everyone that wronged him. The village is full of such mindless fools,” the old man shook his head.
Throughout this Kaze kept his face impassive as the history of the version of himself in this world brought about images of his old life’s childhood, and the torment that he had received at the hands of the villagers. Sighing, Kaze placed his head in his hands, before pulling his head out of his hands and shaking his head.
“If… when this all goes through, and I marry my fiancé, do you think it’s possible that I could adopt Naruto?” he asked, obviously meaning it. Sarutobi thought about it, before chuckling and shaking his head.
“It shouldn’t be impossible… the civilian council is head over heels in love with bloodlines, and once they learn that you are the missing brother of their ‘hero’ they will more then be happy to do anything that you wish. They are some of the foolish people that I’ve ever known. And, as sad as I am to admit this, it has been the civilian council that has prevented my family, or the other clans’, or any family, really, from adopting him. And believe me, many have tried. It wouldn’t be so hard to overwrite their decision, but Danzou and my two old teammates and advisors, Homura Mitokado, and Koharu Utatane, back them up, which prevents the shinobi council from overruling the civilian council by one person, and thus Naruto has never been adopted,” Sarutobi sighed.
“I see,” said Kaze, narrowing his eyes as he remembered those three’s names. He remembered Danzou well enough, as the old fool had tried to take over the position of Hokage after Tsunade fell into her coma from chakra exhaustion, only to be killed by Uchiha Sasuke, his old teammate, when they confronted each other in battle later. Homura and Koharu he had personally killed when they had later hired some missing-nin to assassinate Tsunade. From the fight the woman he had looked up to as a sister figure had be wounded so much that she died later in a hospital bed. It was only after an extensive investigation that they had discovered the two council member’s treachery, and Kaze had personally executed all of them, painfully, with the use of the chakra scalpel technique that Tsunade had taught him personally. In the end, they died begging for mercy.
“If you would please wait here until eight o’clock, then we can prepare for the council meeting,” said the Sandaime, before speaking, “if it is possible, would you be able to introduce me to your fiancé?” he asked. Kaze nodded, before speaking.
“Yeah… I had left a shadow clone with her outside the village, to wait in case I needed help, or until I could give her news as to what was to happen… I’ll just send another clone out, to tell them to come into the gate, but discreetly,” and the Sandaime nodded, surprised that they would be able to enter Konohagakure’s gates undetected. He waited as he watched Kaze make a shadow clone, before sending out to the direction of his fiancé.
It was when the woman in question showed up into his office through his window that he nearly had a heart attack from shock, at seeing a face of a woman that he hadn’t seen in a year… the face of Hyuuga Hiashi’s dead wife…


The council was all humming with activity and conversation as each of its members were curious as to why they had been called into a meeting. Of course, with what they had been told that the meeting was about, most of the council was excited to know that they would finally be getting around to talking about the fate of the Namikaze clan. The council was comprised of two parts, a civilian and a shinobi part. The civilian council was made up of merchants, priests, and various wealthy individuals in the community, whereas the shinobi council was comprised of the clan heads, and three respected ninja, Danzou, Homura, and Koharu, who were as legendary as the Sandaime himself, with the Hokage being the last addition. The shinobi clans went from the Aburame all the way to the Uchiha. The only spots open were the native Namikaze clan, and the refugee Uzumaki clan that were considered deceased and without hope of being fulfilled. Even the Sarutobi clan had their position filled, as Hiruzen’s son, Asuma, was in that spot. But, the civilian council made nearly half of the total council, with Danzou and the Hokage advisors being the major supports of any decision the civilian council made now a days, which overruled any decision the shinobi council would make by only one vote, thus giving the civilian side the majority rule. It was especially infuriating for the shinobi as they felt that civilians should have no business in saying what a ninja was to do.
Finally, Sarutobi entered the room, with another person following, and all conversation stopped as their eyes widened at the sight of the unknown man trailing behind Sarutobi, looking quite out of place as he looked for the entire world like he didn’t want to be here. Finally, the third stopped in front of his podium, and looked out to all those present.
“Councilmen, I have called you all here today to discuss the fate of the Namikaze clan,” said the third, before a stupid civilian councilman muttered something under his breath.
“’Bout damn time, ya’ old coot, I was beginning to think that you were never going to distribute their money to us more worthy of it,” and though the councilman said this quietly, the ninja in the room were easily able to pick it up.
“As I was saying,” said Sarutobi, “I wish to talk of grave importance as to what will happen in respect to that noble clan,” he declared, before motioning to the man standing next to him, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Kaze Noil Namikaze, younger brother to the Yondaime Hokage and heir to the title of clan head of the Namikaze clan,” and then there started an uproar as the civilians began clamorring about their being no proof.
“SILENCE!” shouted Hiruzen, looking pissed, as he motioned for Kaze to pull something out of his vest. To the astonishment of the council they watched as the young looking man pulled out the ancestral headband that marked someone as the Namikaze clan head. Then the old man furthered this up by throwing a piece of paper over to Nara Shikaku, who looked it over before looking to the old man with a raised eyebrow.
“What is this, Hokage-sama?” questioned the dark haired shadow user, and the Sandaime smirked, looking pleased.
“That, everyone is the test results to Kaze-san’s blood test. Apparently, his DNA is an exact match to the DNA of Kaze Noil of the Namikaze clan that was reported KIA seven years ago,” and this caused several eyes to widen as they all looked to the newly returned Namikaze, each with different reactions. The civilians were dreading the fact that they had just refuted the second Yellow Flash’s right to the rites of his clan, whereas the shinobi were all suspicious as to why he had shown up now, of all times.
“Not too mean any disrespect by questioning you, Hokage-sama,” said Aburame Shibi, pushing up his sunglasses with a note of disbelief in his otherwise emotionless voice, “but why would the last living Namikaze come to Konohagakure now of all times, if he had been alive all this time? Even if he is who you say he is, then by the fact that he hadn’t shown up for all these years, that would have meant that he abandoned his duty to his village, and thus be charged with treason, which would make him a nuke-nin… knowing that, why would he have shown up if that isn’t the case?” he pointed out, logically.
Hiruzen nodded, shaking his head tiredly, “I know what you mean. But, as unbelievable as it sounds, Kaze Noil here, after his battle with the Tsuchikage and his ninja, was rendered unconscious and comatose in the wilds of Earth Country. Surprisingly enough, he was found by a wandering family, and they nursed him back to health. However, he remained comatose for six years, before waking up sometime last year,” it looked like Shikaku was about to say something, before Sarutobi continued on without interruption, “being comatose for so many years caused atrophy in his muscles, and he has spent the last year regaining his strength and retraining his muscles for everyday use. Furthermore, it appears that the wounds that he received has caused him to lose his memory, and when he came to Konohagakure today, he didn’t know anything about himself besides his possible connection to the Namikaze clan, and his name, Kaze Noil,” he said. He could see that the Ino-Shika-Cho trio happened to look very unnerved by this.
“Excuse me, Hokage-sama, but I find this very unlikely,” said Inochi, looking very disbelieving to this information, “the human mind is quite complex and has many fail safes. A simple injury wouldn’t cause memory loss… if you believe his story, then I believe he is merely manipulating you to allow him into this village,” he stated. Several of the shinobi council nodded their heads at this, having already come to the same conclusion. Sarutobi just chuckled.
“No, I never said that I believed his story,” said the Sandaime, and Kaze looked to him with narrowed eyes, “however, I was willing to hear him out. I was personally hoping that you could possibly do a mental scan to see if his story is true or not,” said the Hokage to Inochi, who nodded, before glancing to the Namikaze. Kaze had kept his face blank of all emotion, so none of the shinobi could tell what he was thinking, before he nodded his head.
“I guess that’s fair,” said the Namikaze, without hint of emotion on his face, “I mean, it would seem idiotic if you all just believed my story right away,” he said, before sighing and stepping away form the Sandaime towards the shinobi council.
“Kaze-san, do not think of me too harshly. I merely don’t wish to put our village in danger, so if you’d please relax and let Inochi do his job, then we can get this over as quickly and painlessly as possible,” said the Sandiame. Kaze nodded and let the mind walker approach him, not fighting as the other blond went through a series of seals, before stopping on the rat seal and placing his hands onto the blond’s head. Then he closed his eyes and seemingly went into a trance, Kaze hoping for all the life of him that the gods would have done something to keep the Yamanaka from discovering the truth.


Inochi was surprised to find his self standing upon a beach, overlooking a bright blue see, with trees hanging at the age of the shore, and with the sun and clouds overhead in a light blue sky. It was strangely peaceful and comforting, but there was no sign of life at all, which was surprising as even in deserted islands there was some manor of life no matter how basic it was. Approaching the edge of the sea’s waters, he stepped into the surf, letting the liquid memories wash over him.
Almost instantly he was overcome with images of another time and place, watching as the person he had “become” slowly came to, looking around blearily in a rather homely looking tent, with three distinct shadows outside. Climbing to his feet, the person that he was now exited the tent, to find his self facing a family of people. Though, as hard as Inochi tried to see them, the sun streaming through the trees prevented him from seeing the family’s faces. It was as the youngest in the group, a young woman, if he presumed, looked to him that attention was diverted away from what they had been talking about to him, standing there motionlessly. Then, all of a sudden the person he was felt his stomach curdle, as a loud rolling growl filled the clearing, before he felt himself scratch his head and mumble an apology.
The scene now switched to that of the youngest, the girl, trying to help him relearn some of the basic skills in life, like how to run. Inochi winced when he felt the dampened pain of the “person” crashing into the ground. Then the scene changed again.
Standing by a river with the “father” as Inochi was coming to call him, the Yamanaka watched as the “person” and the father fished, the father using just a basic fishing pole, while the person using his hands to grasp the fish out of the stream. Hearing a roar in the distance, and a female scream, the father and the person raced out to find that the daughter was cornered by a rather dangerous looking gigantic bear. Inoichi watched as the person called forth his chakra on instinct, before rushing in and slamming a rasengan into the bear’s chest, blowing a hole straight through it that caused its whole back to be blasted outwards.
The next scene showed a scene where, under the moonlight, the person and the daughter had a discussion, before the person pulled out a three pronged kunai out of his bag that had a seal on the handle, before handing it to the girl, who smiled, and nodded with thanks.
Then several more scenes flashed through rapid succession as Inoichi continued to watch flickering glimpses into the person’s life, as the Namikaze (for that was the only person it could be) struggled to learn who he was while developing bounds with the family. Then, the scene switched to a battle, as the Namikaze fought against a rather large group of Kumogakure nin, only to hear two screams, and, whipping around, with horror etched onto his face, he saw two Kumogakure nin with blades sticking through the father and mother, while he watched as another grabbed the daughter and threw her over his shoulders. Then Inochi responded with the Namikaze, as the Namikaze’s eyes were drawn to the strange three pronged kunai on the girl’s neck that had been tired there as some kind of necklace. On instinct, the Namikaze did something that eluded the mind walker as he felt his self being pulled towards something, before he was suddenly right next to the man with the girl on his back. There was a pause, before their was a whisper of “Yellow Flash” from the man carrying the girl, before a kunai found its way lodging into the Kumo-nin’s brain, freeing the girl as the Namikaze pulled her away. Then, with viciousness that he didn’t think possible, Inochi watched as the Namikaze decimated the group of nin, easily.
Pulling himself from these memories, Inochi blinked, before shaking his head, and glancing back to the island. A sense of being watched settled over him, but the mind walker shrugged this off. Clearly, despite his hesitation to admit it, Inochi knew with a certainty that what Kaze Noil had told them was his reasons for going MIA were true. So, shaking his head, he left the Namikaze’s mind, disappearing in a puff of smoke. Several minutes after he left, several female forms journeyed out of the underbrush, looking quite pleased with their selves.
“What did I tell you,” said the Kyuubi, a woman that had once gone by the name of Tayuya, but now went by the name of Washu, “easy as pie!” the others gave varying chuckles, each smirking at just how easy it had been to fool the mind walker.
Konoha wouldn’t know what hit ‘em…


When Inochi pulled out of Kaze’s mind, taking a step back from the younger man and placing his head into his hands, sighing quite heavily, the council waited for his verdict. Finally, the Yamanaka looked up and nodded to the Hokage.
“His story…” he said, as every wanted to know what was to be the Namikaze’s fate, “is all true,” and many of the shinobi council gave sighs of relief, while the civilians began to murmur in excitement. Sarutobi smiled, and patted Kaze on the back, who grunted something foul before rubbing his forehead tiredly.
“That being said, I think we can all agree that Kaze can return to being a ninja of the village, as well as regain his full rites as the clan head of the Namikaze clan,” and to this he got several cheers of agreement from an assorted mix of civilians and shinobi, with Danzou being mysteriously quiet with his hands folded over in front of his face, obviously plotting something dastardly. “And, as the fact that his clan is dying out, it gives him the right to the clan restoration act if he so chooses,” which got approval from the majority of the bloodline lovers as they saw visions of what a whole force of Harashin users could do for their village, “But, enough of that, from what I know, Kaze here has something to speak with us about,” and he motioned for the Namikaze to say what he wanted to say.
Sighing at being in the spotlight, Kaze mumbled a “troublesome” that got the Ino-Shika-Cho trio to grin in good humor. Shaking his head, Kaze directed his words to the council in large.
“As clan head of the Namikaze clan, I hereby grant asylum and immunity to my fiancé,” he took a breath, before saying something that no one could have suspected, “Hyuuga Senna,” and at this all the council felt their eyes widen, partially because they had never heard of a Hyuuga Senna, and partially because the Hyuuga clan would be in an uproar at this announcement. Glancing to Hiashi, they could see that the Hyuuga clan head was remarkably impassive about this development.
“And who is this Hyuuga Senna?” he asked, before Sarutobi pressed a button on his desk, where his intercom was, and spoke into it.
“Send her in,” he said, and he got and affirmative, before the doors to the room was opened and in walked a woman with more than a striking resemblance to the late wife of the Hyuuga clan head. At the image of the woman in question Hiashi’s eyes widened considerably, his mouth going dry, and his hands clenching tightly onto the table he was seated at. They all watched as she walked with impassive grace to stand next to the returned Namikaze, who smiled fondly at her, getting another fond smile back in return.
“This,” said Kaze, looking to the council in large, “is my fiancé, Hyuuga Senna,” and now no one disputed the fact that she was most definitely a Hyuuga as she had all the characteristics of a Hyuuga. Ivory skin, beautiful features, black hair, and of course the lavender eyes that were a physical manifestation of their bloodline limit. But it was when Hiashi muttered something under his breath that everyone’s attentions returned to her uncanny resemblance to the late wife of Hyuuga Hiashi.
“Aimi-chan,” he uttered, looking like he was going to faint at any moment. Before anyone could react, they watched as Hiashi’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, before he slumped to the floor, unconscious before he even hit the ground. Everyone sweat dropped at this, and Senna just chuckled quietly at the way her father from another life time was overcome by shock at her appearance.
Of course, both Kaze and Senna knew for a fact the clear similarities in appearance between Senna (Hinata) and her mother, Aimi. Whereas Hanabi had taken her features from her father, Hinata took hers from her mother. And those similarities just increased the older she got. Perhaps the one thing that was different then her mother was the increased size in her… ahem… well, you get the idea…
As such, neither were surprised to see Hiashi act the way he did, as despite the cold way he regarded the world around him, he had loved Senna’s mother more deerly then life itself, and her passing had been greatly demanding onto the clan head. So, naturally, seeing a woman that looked so remarkably like his dead wife walk in here like she did, well, it could be expected his reaction. So, as such, neither was quite that surprised by it. Still, Senna was a little saddened that he would be this affected by her appearance.
It took a little work, but the moment Inazuka Tsume kicked the Hyuuga clan head in the side, laughing hysterically as she did so, Hiashi returned to the world of the lemon, quite embarrassed for his reaction, and perhaps growing even more colder then he normally was. Then he asked them to explain why she was here when he had heard of no Hyuuga Senna being born into his clan at all.
So, after a lengthy discussion with explaining to the council their “story” the whole council sat in a mixture of amazement, depression, anger, and humor as they thought over the wrong doings of the Hyuuga clan. Even Hiashi himself was overcome with a sense of depression as he remembered his ineffectiveness to change the way the Hyuuga elders ran the clan. Because of the fact that he had to worry about protecting his young daughters, and worrying about his nephew’s depression over the death of his father, he was unable to inforce his will as clan head to change the clan for the better. But that didn’t mean that he severely wished it.
After a few minutes with the council waiting to see how Hiashi would react, the older Hyuuga nodded his head.
“Very well, Namikaze. The Hyuuga clan hereby recognizes your right as clan head of the Namikaze clan to grant asylum to this Senna. However, you should note that the Hyuuga clan does not recognize her as a member of our clan, and therefore is banned from ever using the Hyuuga name again. Which means that she is now Namikaze Senna, and puts her under the laws of your clan,” and then the clan head sat back, looking utterly exhausted. Kaze smiled gratefully to the man, knowing how much of an effort he must have put into his words to be able to disown a woman that looked like his love. Hiashi had much more courage then even he did.
“That being said, there is one more subject for us to discuss,” and before anyone could say anything, Kaze raised his hand for the Sandaime to stop.
“What we want to discus is my nephew, Namikaze Uzumaki Naruto,” and at this the civilians began to spit their rage at the name before, like a crack of thunder, Kaze released such a blood curdling roar that it made several of the civilians wet themselves in fear.
“Silence, maggots!” he shouted, gaining a wild look in his eyes, something that piqued Tsume’s interest as a wave of scents washed over her, powerful, primal, dominate… she hadn’t scented something quite like this in… well, ever, really! Even her old mate, the father of her daughter, Hana, and her son, Kiba, was nothing compared to the scent that she was getting from the Namikaze. It inspired emotions and physical reactions in her that made her light headed. He had to place a hand onto the table, panting quite loudly, to try and control herself from giving into her hormones and trying to show this alpha male just what kind of bitch she could be.
“Ever since I got to this village I’ve heard nothing but your bigotry about my nephew, all over something as stupid as a goddamn seal!” he snapped, looking ready to bite their heads off at any given grievance, “YOU FUCKING PIECES OF MONGRAL SHIT! Tell me, if you seal a kunai into a scroll, does the scroll become a kunai? Or how about if you pour some water into a glass, does the glass become the water? NO YOU FUCK TARDS!” and then a wave of killing intent washed into the room, causing most of the civilians to in vision their deaths at the hands of this… death god in front of them…
“If any of you pieces of elephant dung want to deny my nephew the rites to his clan, then c’mon, say so now? If not, THEN SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS!!!” and with that the killing intent cut off, allowing everyone to breath again.
Coughing slightly, the Sandaime spoke up, “Well, if that is all then I say it’s high time that I helped get Mr. and Mrs. Namikaze to their home,” and getting a nod from them the three of them left the council to stew in their own thoughts, heading up the Sandaime’s office, where he stopped in front of his desk, pulling out two papers from his desk and handing both of them to the couple.
“What is this?” Kaze asked. Sarutobi chuckled, before speaking.
“One is a marriage lesions, you must sign that before you two are officially married in the eyes of Konohagakure… since you both want to get married as soon as possible, I thought that it would be best that you take the direct approach rather than beating around the bush with an actual wedding. And the other paper is adoption papers for your nephew, which, by having the both of you sign, as well as Naruto’s guardian, you will officially become the boys parents,” Kaze glanced to his mate to see that she was positively beaming at that last one.
Sighing, Kaze spoke, “As much as I’d like to hurry up an adopt the gaki,” he found it especially ironic that he was calling his alternate self a “gaki” when he had hated it so much when people called him that in his old life, “but, I don’t exactly think it is particularly fair to not let him choose if he wants to be adopted by us or not… don’t you think? And besides, who is his guardian, anyways?” Hiruzen sighed.
“That would be me,” he said, and something twanged inside of Kaze as he heard this, but knowing that he should have known this all along. Instead, the blond just schooled his face into a mask of indifference as he nodded, before signing his name onto the marriage document, before handing it to Senna who happily signed it, humming a simple, happy tune as she did so. After they handed the document back to Sarutobi he looked it over briefly before nodding and turning back to them.
“Typically, the provided time off that I am to give newly married couples is about a week, but considering that you’ll probably want to adopt Naruto as soon as you can, and knowing that you’ll need time to get him comfortable, that times to be extend to two weeks. If I must say, please hurry up and adopt him as soon as you can,” he pleaded with them. Kaze nodded, smiling.
“Don’t worry,” said Kaze, with a twinkle in his eyes, “knowing Senna-chan, she won’t let me rest until we do adopt him…” he said, and the Hyuuga-now-Namikaze snorted in a very unladylike fashion.
“You’re damn right,” she replied, giving him the “evil eye”. Kaze just chuckled before giving a defeated sigh.


The Namikaze estate was just like he remembered it, big, sparse, well hidden, and surrounded by a wall of iron and stone that prevented people from seeing into the compound and from getting in. After having to stop at the gate and pressing his hand to the surface, feeling as the seals on the gate’s lock sucked out small proportions of his blood and chakra through his very pores, the gate swung open with a clang, before Kaze helped his wife into the gates, reminding himself that he was to get his newly wedded wife keyed into the gate’s sensory functions as soon as possible. Then the two of them tredged up the long steps to the front door of the mansion, before pushing into the door as it was unlocked because only a Namikaze could get through the gates.
Kaze barely got the front door closed before his wife crashed into him, pressing his spiky blond head into her massive cleavage and giving a giggle.
“Oh, Kaze-kun,” she gave a sing-song, “I want to play,” Kaze resisted the urge to shiver at the obvious lust in her voice.
Sometimes, his life just rocked…!


They barely made it to the master bedroom, as every few feet an article of clothing was thrown off of them. Senna’s clothes were remnants from the clothes he wore while in sexy jutsu form, that had been sealed into the master seal inscribed onto his back with the rest of his things. Senna had been largely resistant to wearing clothes, partially because she liked to have Kaze’s eyes on her, and partially because of her bijuu psychology made her very uncomfortable in clothing.
So, of course, she had been ever eager to be out of clothing, and by the time that they were at the door to the master bedroom she had already discarded everything but her bursting at the seams bra, and her soaked threw panties. As for Kaze, Senna had already managed to remove the majority of his clothing, leaving him only in a pair of boxers that were orange with little multi-colored toads on it. She paid extra attention to the large tent in his boxers that was just begging to be released. As they kissed and tongue wrestled against the doorframe, Senna made sure to throw a leg around Kaze’s waist and press up against the gigantic jinchuuriki’s sex, letting him feel the heat and moistness that his attentions were stroking out of her, to answer to that, a loud, half muffled moan spilt from his lips into hers, vibrating her mouth from the sheer intensity of it.
When she pulled back he kissed her forehead, giving a grunt a whispered, “Tease” to her that just made her grin fondly.
“Meh,” she said, disinterestedly, “eternity is too fucking short… I need to fill it up somehow,” she said, before giving him a wink, “and plus, you love it!” she giggled.
Breathing deeply into her neck, the gigantic blond grunted a, “Your damn right,” before his bigger and rougher hands went up to fondle and mold against her enormous bosom, hearing her give an amorous squeak at the sensations his touch gave her. Grinning into her neck, the blond jinchuuriki sucked on the marking that was on her neck, listening to her pant like the bitch she was… well, if she had been a dog demon, anyways… but, he thought that she made a rather good dragon version of a bitch…
“Kaze-koi,” she mumbled, her hands wrapping around his neck, and her sex grinding against his, causing the both of them to moan loudly. Kaze knew exactly what she needed, and so, with a little fumbling with the doorknob to the master bedroom, they entered the bedroom before he threw her to the bed, as she turned around to strike a rather sexy pose with an eyebrow cocked, and her chest thrust out to make it seem all the more sensual. Resisting the urge to grown, Kaze carefully stepped out of his boxers, shivering when her eyes landed onto his straining cock, licking her lips lustfully.
Then she was crawling towards him, and he knew what she wanted as he held perfectly still, letting her do with him as she pleased, as she quickly took him into her small hands and began pumping his erection up and down with a passion. As she did this she lightly flicked the tip of her tongue over his swollen head, moistening him barely, before, when he was just nearly about to go mad in sexual frustration, and pushed his aching head into her orifice, before starting to go down on him with expertness that might have constituted for blasphemous.
She bobbed up and down on his length, tending to his needs as if they were her very own, sucking on him heartily, attempting to get a taste of her favorite drink. Kaze closed his eyes and placed a hand onto the woman’s head, running it gently threw her hair, hearing her give a soft hum for but a moment, before he heard a snap, before she removed her mouth from his length. When he opened his eyes to look down and see why he stopped he could see that she was grinning at him, her bra unclasped, letting her giant tits free, before she lifted them up and placed his cock in between them, squeezing them tightly around it. Then she began to move them against his length, simulating actual sex as she went up and down. Sometimes she would pause to make one of her breasts go in one direction and the opposite. Kaze would happily admit that watching Senna titty-fuck him was one of his most passionate fetishes.
Of course, in their old lifetime she had rarely done it, as she was still the shy Hyuuga that he had fallen in love with. The first time had been an experiment that she embarrassedly had wanted to try, and they had both found that they absolutely loved the experience. However, she was still so shy that she rarely thought to try out their secret fetish, just as she had troubles sometimes with partaking in a threesome with him and a henge’d female clone. However, the times that she did do it was some of the best times of his life.
But now, it seemed like the merging of her soul with the mind and personality of the Juubi seemed to have completely obliterated that shyness in her that he was so accustomed too, and now she seemed all too happy to play out her fetishes and fantasies.
Taking out his cock from between her breasts, Senna smacked the engorged head against the large pink nipple of her left breast, moaning at the sensation. The she looked up to her hubby to see that he was looking down at her with a red face, eyes glanced in obvious lust. She smiled, before dipping down and taking the head into her mouth, giving it a strong suck, before pulling away, grinning.
“Wha…?” asked Kaze, still clearly dazed. She gave a snicker, before, with an ease that astounded him, she pulled her panties off of her, revealing her all too soaked sex, pink, and waiting to be stuffed with his cock.
“I’m feeling quite horny today… you don’t mind calling for some ‘help’ do you?” she asked with an all too cute smile on her face, and Kaze raised an eyebrow at her question, before shrugging an creating a few shadow clones, three to be exact, before they began to gather their chakra to perform the henge, but was stopped by Senna’ foce, “Wait,” she called, raising a hand with a devious smile on her face, “I want you all as you are… no transformations, alright?” she asked. Kaze glanced to the copies of him, who were all blinking at her words, clearly stunned that she would want them all.
Hinata, in their old life, made it no secret that she was always embarrassed with having sex with more than one person, and it had always made her especially uncomfortable to have sex with a henged shadow clone at first, but she quickly got over it when the actual sex began. But they had never done it with more than one clone, and never with the clone being in his natural state. He looked to the Hyuuga with worry clear on her face.
“You sure about this… Senna-chan?” he asked, looking to her just in case she would change her mind. She shook her head, smiling softly.
“Kaze-kun, their your clones, so in a sense they are still you,” she said, and he opened his mouth to retort but she stopped him with what she said next, “I’ve always… kind of fantasized of being with several men at once,” she asked, with a light blush on her face, “but every time I tried to imagine who all the men would be, no matter where I would look in my fantasy, no matter how I tried, I would only see your face on every one of the men in my dreams…” she looked away, clearly embarrassed.
“So you basically want to get gangbanged by a group of Kaze?” asked a clone, with a sly smile on his face. Kaze shot the quick talking clone a look, but the clone only winked at him, obviously enjoying everything that was going on. He looked back to Senna to see her nodding, while biting her bottom lip.
“I know it’s perverted, and most women would be appalled at what I am asking, but, ever since I fused with the Juubi I’ve found my lusts taking control more often than not. I think it’s because of the stamina of the Juubi, and also an increase in hormones because of the youki in my body… I just… I need you… I need you all,” she, and Kaze was stunned to see that she nearly had tears in her eyes. Before he realized it, he and two of his clones had her in their arms, her head lying against his chest, and his clothes with their arms wrapped around him and her. He listened as his clones made shushing noises, trying to get her to calm down, before she looked up and kissed his lips.
Suddenly, she moaned into his lips, and pulling back he could see that one of the clones that had been hugging her slowly kneaded her right ass cheek. He glared at the clone, which only winked, obviously humored by what was happening. Before he even realized it he and the three clones were playing with her, as one clone was behind her while he and another clone were between her legs, as he was eating her out with gusto and his clone behind her paying homage to her anal hole. As they did this Senna was moaning passionately, needing more of their attention.
Soon enough they heard Senna cry out, before her holes began clenching around his and his clone’s tongues, and the both of them pulled back, looking to the Hyuuga-Juubi to watch as the clone behind her tenderly pinched and pulled at her gigantic breasts, helping her to come down from her high.
Senna opened her eyes, looking around herself to see that Kaze and his clones were all eagerly watching her. Kaze was in front of her, a smoky look in his eyes, as the two clones behind her kissed trails on her skin. Looking across from her, kneeling on the far side of the bed, was the last shadow clone, as he absently stroked his cock while watching her with a fire in his eyes.
Biting her lip, Senna kissed her hubby on the lips, she moaned, “Please,” and Kaze and his clones knew what she needed. So, after a bit of maneuvering, and an unsealing and applying of some lubricant, Kaze, the real one, took up position underneath her, while one of his shadow clones took up position above her. Slowly, the two Kazes’ pushed their way into their own respective holes, Kaze into her anus, and the clone into her vagina. As they did this they listend as Senna began to pant excitedly.
In their last life Naruto and Hinata had experimented with anal sex somewhat, and Hinata had told him, with much blushing, that she rather enjoyed anal sex when he was properly lubricated and took time to let her adjust. But, of course, since they had never had a threesome with another man, especially a shadow clone, they never got to try out double penetration. But, form the sounds of it Senna rather enjoyed the new venture in their sex life.
Slowly, Kaze and his clone began to push in and out of her, taking it slow to let her adjust to the odd feelings. While these actions were happening the two clones watching were absently stroking their erections, while watching the coupling going on with eager, hungry eyes. It was only too soon when Senna was practically begging for them to increase the maddeningly slow pace. The two of them were more than happy to comply.
Soon, in no time at all, Kaze and his clone had attablished a very comfortable rhytm, that worked in such a way that when his clone would thrust into her, thereby pushing her backwards, she would force more of the original’s cock into her tight anal star, thus increasing her pleasure. But the clones watching soon grew tired of the sight of the active coupling, and so they approached her.
As she was being worked on Senna’s eyes opened wide when she felt another clone place himself on top of her, letting his long and hard cock land in between her breasts, before she had time to react she felt the clone squeeze her enormous breasts together, before beginning to pump in and out of the make-shift hole quickly, and forcefully. As this happened she moaned quite loudly, which the last clone took this as his cue, as she stood over her, pushing his penis into her open mouth. She gagged for a moment, but soon got into the rhythm that had previously been set as she pleasure not one Kaze, but four at a time.
Over the course of the next hour the five of them continued to pleasure each other, and Kaze lost how many times Senna had orgasms, but it was definitely a rather big number. But he and his clones were still going strong. But that ended soon enough.
The first of the Kazes’ to reach his peak was the one between her breasts, as he cried out, releasing his load onto her chest, neck, and face, some of it getting onto the other clone. Then the one screwing her mouth let out a groan, and spilled himself into her moist orifice, pumping his seed into her. Following this up, the Kaze clone banging her vaginal hole suddenly growled, and jerked his hips into hers a numerous amount of times, spilling his essence into her. Finally, as Kaze continued to pound into her from behind, he felt Senna have another orgasm, which sent him toppling over his age as he released into her once more, this time into her anal muscles.
As Kaze and Senna were recovering from the sensations that the group sex had caused, two of the clones went into poofs of smoke as they had used up quite a bit of chakra during the intense lay. It was slightly surprising for Kaze to see, though, that the one clone that didn’t disappear was the one that had been happily tit-fucking her, as he pulled away, grinning a shit eating grin.
Pulling his self out of her, Kaze let Senna rest for a few moments, as she had had quite the number of orgasms and needed time to recover, while doing this, the clone was absently jerking off his cock, deeply turned on by the sight of the come covered Senna. Then, Senna pushed herself up by her elbows, looking to the two Kase with a raised eyebrow
“I’m still not ready for another round,” she said, and Kaze nodded, knowing that he was going to have to wait, but instead she just laughed, “actually, I was hoping that you two could fulfill another of my fantasies,” and the clone grinned.
“What is it?” asked the clone, and Senna smirked.
“I want to see you screw your female self,” she told them. Both Kazes’ stopped, blinked, and looked to each other, before turning away with a blush obvious on their faces.
“Nani, it’s that kind of naughty, Senna-chan?” questioned Kaze, and Senna nodded.
“That’s exactly why I want to see it,” she said, with an eager smile on her face, “and don’t worry, since the clone is you it’s basically just masturbation. Besides, I’m the only one who will see it… so, please?” she batted her long black eyelashes at him, giving him a pleading look.
“Hehe… it does sound kind of fun,” said his clone, glancing to him, before putting his hands into the henge seal, and uttering the word. The next moment there was a poof of smoke, before Kaze was staring at his female self as she grinned wickedly at him.
“Freakin’ eh,” said Kaze, shaking his head tiredly, “I’m surrounded by perverts,” and the two women giggled happily.
“But boss, aren’t I just the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen,” and then the clone thought better of what she said as she glanced to Senna, “well, besides Senna-chan, obviously,” and he heard the Hyuuga giggle at the clone’s choice of words.
“Whatever,” said Kaze, glancing to Senna to see that she had perched herself up on a pillow, obviously wanting to enjoy the show, “let’s just get this done with,” he said, and the clone laughed happily, before he found himself pressed to the bed as she clone hovered over him, her perky breasts sticking against his chest, as she purred happily.
“It won’t be so bad, master,” she teased, before licking his whiskers through his beard, “I know everything about you so I’ll make you feel especially good,” and before he had time to react his clone had already risen up enough before grabbing his manhood and positioning it for an easy downward thrust of her hips to lodge it within her pussy lips. The next second the two of them were connected as they moaned in pleasure.
“Goddamn,” cursed Kaze, and neither his clone nor Senna replied as his clone just continued to ride him, bouncing up and down happily, while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Looking to Senna, he could see that she was happily frigging herself to maximum sexual intensity, while his clone just went away at the both of their pleasures, grabbing her own breasts and squeezing and pulling at will.
Responding to the stimulation, Kaze leaned up and helped her with her own ministrations, flicking his tongue over an over excited pink nipple, while thrusting up into the other blond. His clone wrapped her arms around his head, smothering his face into her breasts, while screaming her joys to the world.
He felt the clone’s insides twitch spastically, her clutching onto him tightly, as she rode her sexual heights higher and higher. He groaned, feeling her tightness become tighter, but resisted the pull to come, and instead continued to pump into her fiercely. As he did this he heard Senna gasp in pleasure, and glancing to her he could see that she was shaking too.
Both he and his clone were rocking against each other, both happy to be getting some sexual relief after having to go through the stress of the council meeting. He enjoyed her warmth and comfort, and it especially made him and the clone hot to know that their love, Senna, was happily watching them mate while frigging herself like crazy.
Before he realized it his clone was screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’M GONNA COME!! I’M GONNA COME!!!” over and over again as she threw her head back. Then she screamed to the heavens, as Senna’s scream of pleasure soon joined her, both young women obviously have obtained their peak. He felt himself nearing his limits as his clone’s vaginal muscles clenched nearly painfully around his sex, before he erupted inside the chakra body with a force almost like a fire hose.
Things calmed down as everyone settled, his clone pushing her head into his shoulder, before, after a few moments giving a sigh and disappearing into a poof of smoke. Kaze glanced to Senna to see that she was panting heavily, obviously having liked what she saw, before her eyes cut to him.
“We’ve got to do this again something,” she giggled, and he had to agree.

To Be Continued…

(AN: Well, that’s the third chapter.)
(AN: Anyways, drop a review when you read this! As, not only do I have a back ache, but now I have a migraine from writing for eight and a half hours straight! Reviews are my medication, GIVE THEM TO ME!!!)
- Sake.