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This story has some of Masashi Kishimoto's characters from Naruto in a universe of my own devising. I do not own Naruto. I do not make any money from these writings.
Kabuto
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blackfirexd13 mentioned some fanart. That would be wonderful.
Apologies if the characters have grown differently in their new environment.
Spacer crews travel the Far Borders and the Fringe of occupied space, trading. Spacing is an ancient and honourable profession carved out by millenniums. Most spacers start out as fourteen-year-old boys seeking a future. Few survive a decade spacing.
Extract from Chapter 41 – The interview
Kabuto maintained the pretence of slightly amused tolerance. He had seen the consequences of showing weakness. No one, not even him, was so useful that Orochimaru would not kill him, or worse, on a whim.
This obsession was worrying. Orochimaru had every available holographic moving image of the hybrid spliced together into a constantly running loop. The live interview had made it a thousand times worse. As soon as he had seen it, Orochimaru had gone to the lab and terminated every hybrid, no matter the stage of its development or the success of the experiment. Decades of work lost.
Kabuto remembered Amachi him telling about when Orochimaru had been obsessed by the sharkman. This was worse. Of course it was worse, the fox hybrid was so impossibly perfect.
65. Kabuto
Kabuto pictured the scene as he presented Orochimaru with a bound and helpless fox-human hybrid.
He imagined Orochimaru’s reaction. Would he be grateful? Impressed? Kabuto doubted it. He would be too hungry for his prize to care that Kabuto had brought it. Maybe afterwards, when he had sated his desires. Maybe then he would remember that it was Kabuto who had fed his obsession and fulfilled his fantasy.
Or not.
Not that arriving on Jewel with the hybrid was likely.
Kabuto reviewed his mission objectives.
One, capture the hybrid or, if this proves impossible, bait a future trap for the hybrid.
Two, obtain a tissue sample from the hybrid.
Three, do nothing that leads to the hybrid’s death.
He imagined telling Orochimaru that the fox-human hybrid was dead and shuddered; he would be pronouncing his own death sentence.
First he had to survive the scrutiny of the Uchiha and his underlings. It had been satisfying to discover the Uchiha’s weakness; he was as obsessed with the fox-human hybrid as was Orochimaru. It tainted his judgement. It had opened the door for Kabuto to enter. It gave Kabuto leverage. He could manage the Uchiha.
His underlings might prove more difficult.
Hyugas were always a problem. Killing them was his solution of choice but in this case that would not be possible. He would have to bury his true intentions under layer after layer of misdirection. The Hyuga could dislike him or consider him unsound. All that mattered was that he did not judge him to be a threat.
The woman would be easier. The women were always easier and women scientists were easier than most. He would show that he appreciated her first as a scientist and then as a woman.
There would be others. This was Uchiha. He must be prepared for quality opposition.
He reviewed his plan. Everything was in place. That which must remain hidden was undetectable.
He studied his image: deceptively simple clothes that were expensive enough to suggest vanity, no knife so that spacers would dismiss him as weak, the round eye glasses with their dual message of affectation and harmlessness. He would need to control how he moved; the ship would be saturated with fighters who would be too quick to recognise his skills.
Their ship jumped into the system through an ungated hole. It was not the one he had been watching but rather an unmapped hole closer to the gate. He made note. He must not be trapped in a system with no hole he could find.
Events developed swiftly. Soon he was in a docking bay facing four individuals: the woman, Rin, the Hyuga, Neji, a Uchiha elite fighter, Kakashi, and a young man with a Uchiha duty ring on his finger, Shikamaru.
The opposition was, as he had anticipated, of the highest quality. He did not know what Shikamaru was but, after his second question, Kabuto knew he was dangerous.
“Well?” Sasuke asked when the scientist had been escorted back to his ship.
They all looked to Neji.
“Despite his exaggerated politeness, he is rather unpleasant,” Neji told them. “He is interested in himself, his work and his reputation as a scientist. He manages to be both obsequious and patronising to Rin-san, which is interesting but repellent.” He considered. “We would not choose to cooperate with him if there was an alternative but there is not. I saw nothing that suggested he was dangerous but one can never be sure. He can only be trusted to act in his own self-interest, but he will give much for the privilege of examining Naruto-san.”
Sasuke looked to Rin.
“I agree with Neji that he is a little creepy,” she admitted, “but he has already given me two strong leads for adapting specific age-retard treatments for Naruto-san. He is very knowledgeable about adapting human-specific treatments for hybrids. He is an exceptionally able scientist.”
“Kakashi-sensei?” Sasuke queried.
“He was almost too relaxed about us expecting him to stay on his ship with the docking bay depressurised,” Kakashi observed.
“Shika-san?”
Shikamaru raised a brow at Sasuke using Shino’s name for him. “I agree with Rin-san that he knows his stuff. I also agree with Neji that he is not worthy of our trust.” He frowned. “He mentioned that he has a laboratory on his ship, which may explain his willingness to stay there.” He turned to Rin. “Was what he told you that useful?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Then I think we should move to next stage and Rin-san should show him her data on Naruto,” Shikamaru suggested.
Sasuke nodded.
Kabuto assumed he had passed their test as he was left alone in the infirmary with the woman the next day. He immediately toned down the more obnoxious aspects of the character he had chosen to play and concentrated on persuading the woman to open up to him.
For a medico who dabbled in science, her research was remarkably sound. He employed every technique to tempt, tease or trick her into talking in depth about her work.
She was resistant to his attempts but not immune to them. While avoiding talking about the fox-human hybrid, she had inadvertently veered into telling him about the symbiote carried by the warrior woman. It was fascinating; Kabuto added obtaining a sample to his list of desirables.
Then, shockingly, he saw Kisame, the sharkman, vanishing into one of the side rooms.
The woman startled and excused herself. She entered the same side room.
Was it Kisame? Could there be another shark-human hybrid with a Uchiha plaque embedded in his forehead? What was he doing on the younger Uchiha’s ship when he had helped his elder brother slaughter his clan?
Rin reappeared and took him into one of the smaller laboratories to view some test results. Kabuto forced himself to pay attention and show interest as if he did not realise he was being kept away while the sharkman made his exit.
The sharkman was more than a desirable; he was worthy of being an objective.
Rin had decided that Kabuto had not spotted Kisame. If he had seen him, he would have said something. For someone so interested in hybrids, Kisame would be irresistible.
Discussing her work with Kabuto-san had been exciting. He had been generous with his insights. For the first time, Rin believed that she might be able to slow down the effects of aging on Naruto. She was pleased to have so much progress to report to Sasuke after Kakashi had escorted Kabuto back to his ship.
She had no hesitation in recommending that they proceed with the examination.
Sasuke was pleased. They were striking a balance between taking advantage of the scientist’s expertise and the risk of trusting him. In addition, Rin was being uncharacteristically positive about possible treatments for Naruto. He went to find his dobe and found him in his gun turret.
Naruto looked at him and waited.
“Please will you see the scientist tomorrow?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto’s whiskers twitched. “Tomorrow,” he agreed, “but he is not allowed to prod or poke me.”
Sasuke had no intention of allowing the smarmy stranger lay a finger on his Naruto. He put his arms about Naruto’s waist and hugged him.
Rin was distracted preparing for the hybrid’s arrival. It gave Kabuto the moment he required to check the side room. Inside was a body in a tank. It was Itachi Uchiha.
He swiftly returned to the neutral territory of the corridor.
The fox-human hybrid was even more impressive in the flesh; a truly incredible example of genetic engineering and controlled gene expression. Kabuto noticed that the Uchiha did not leave his side. He actually held the hybrid’s hand. They wore rings on their heart fingers. Kabuto could not decide if it was admirable or pathetic.
“I know of no one who can engineer a hybrid of your quality, Naruto-san,” Kabuto told him, careful to address the hybrid as a person in order to avoid offending the Uchiha. “Do you have no idea where you came from?”
The hybrid shook his head.
“If you have personal questions you will write them down for Naruto-san to consider after the examination,” the Uchiha told him.
Kabuto acquiesced with a bow. “There is a possibility that we should consider,” he continued. “It is possible that Naruto-san was engineered long ago and was placed in cryogenic suspension as a foetus. The ancient hybrid engineers were renowned for marking their work. Do you have a ultraviolet light source, Rin-san?”
There, on the hybrid’s belly, about his navel, glowing under the ultraviolet illumination, was a large and complex rosette. It was perfect, confirming that the gene expression within the hybrid’s cells was exactly as the creator had intended.
It was one of the best moments of Kabuto’s life; a wish fulfilled.
He steadied himself. “This is the mark, Naruto-san,” he said calmly. You were created over a thousand years ago by a famous hybrid engineer we only know as Bara. Creating a successful hybrid is not just about including the correct genes, it is about controlling which of those genes are expressed. This is this aspect, the epigenetics, in which Bara was such a master.”
“How does this matter to Naruto-san?” the Uchiha asked.
“A little is known about Bara’s way of working. Perhaps more can be discovered now you know in which direction to look,” he replied. Kabuto decided to stir. “Also, there are stories about Bara’s hybrids, which may prove to have grains of truth in them and be worthy of consideration.”
“What stories?” the hybrid asked.
“I do not wish to offend, Naruto-san, Uchiha-sama,” Kabuto replied. “Maybe it would be better if you read them for yourselves.”
“Give us a flavour,” the Uchiha growled.
“Some hybrid engineers specialised in mass production, for example a battalion of soldiers. Others, like Bara, specialised in unique creations, often tailored to a single person’s requirements. This may account for some of Naruto-san’s exceptional qualities,” Kabuto suggested.
The Uchiha accepted that. Perhaps many of the fox-human hybrid’s qualities were, indeed, exceptional. He was, for example, utterly compelling to look at; a very suitable addition to a rich man’s household. And there was the way he looked at the Uchiha, as if he was the most important person in known space; a man would pay a great amount for that level of devotion.
“I have had enough for today,” the hybrid announced suddenly. He shook himself, a surprisingly fox-like movement.
Kabuto was not disappointed. He had seen one of Bara’s hybrids in the flesh. It was not a time for disappointment.
Once the hybrid and the Uchiha had gone, the woman talked more than it was wise to do. She had tissue samples. She had tried growing some of them and discovered, as Kabuto would have expected, that the pattern of genes expressed varied from sample to sample.
She made the error of not controlling where she looked. He had discovered where the tissue samples were stored.
They walked side by side towards the crew room.
“I think that was useful,” Sasuke observed. “We have lots of leads for Shikamaru and Rin to follow.”
Naruto did not reply. He was still thinking about what the scientist had told them. Why had he been created and for whom? Did it matter? He looked at Sasuke. No, it did not matter. He was grateful to this Bara, who had made him capable of living this life, who had built him so that he could feel this way about his friends, about the babies and, most importantly, about Sasuke.
Sasuke found himself lifted up, spun about, tossed into the air and caught by a laughing, happy Naruto.
Kabuto analysed his situation. He suspected that presenting Orochimaru with the fox-hybrid would be an error. Orochimaru would be delighted to have one of Bara’s creations but the hybrid’s devotion was firmly fixed on the Uchiha. Eventually Orochimaru would be disappointed and Kabuto had no intention of being associated with disappointment. No, it would be better if the hybrids presented themselves. He required bait. Perhaps the older Uchiha would serve for both hybrids.
Kabuto reviewed and refined his plan. Delaying only increased the risk. He set the timers and waited.
Naruto and Sasuke spent the rest of the day together. Sasuke watched Naruto training. Hoshi, Haru and Hikaru were thoroughly checked and viewed. Iruka and Kurenai were persuaded to discuss babies and help them make lists.
They sat next to each other at the evening meal. Sasuke played the biwa before they retired to their room early. Sasuke pulled Naruto to him and reached up for a kiss. Naruto was pleased to oblige.
“How would you like to see the other type of show?” Sasuke offered.
It was time. The thirty mink-human hybrids were out of cryosuspension, prepped and suited. The explosives and the cannon were prepared. The hover platform and the two pressurised sleds were ready. Kabuto donned his own suit.
He disabled the alarm, opened the outer door of the unpressurised bay and sent twenty of the thirty swarming over the surface of the ship.
On his signal there were ten explosions on the hull and Kabuto used the cannon on the airlock in the bay.
The ship shuddered under the impact of multiple explosions.
Alarms blared. Hatches closed. Doors sealed.
Naruto was fully alert at first of the explosions. He had pulled away from Sasuke before thinking of the damage he might do him, only to find that the massive adrenalin surge had dispelled his knot and shrivelled his erection.
Halfway to the nursery the room started to shake.
A steel wall was coming down between him and the nursery. He dived for the rapidly closing gap only to have Sasuke charge him, knocking him away from his objective.
The wall thudded into the floor, separating him from his babies.
Rage consumed him.
Naruto attacked.
blackfirexd13 mentioned some fanart. That would be wonderful.
Apologies if the characters have grown differently in their new environment.
Spacer crews travel the Far Borders and the Fringe of occupied space, trading. Spacing is an ancient and honourable profession carved out by millenniums. Most spacers start out as fourteen-year-old boys seeking a future. Few survive a decade spacing.
Extract from Chapter 41 – The interview
Kabuto maintained the pretence of slightly amused tolerance. He had seen the consequences of showing weakness. No one, not even him, was so useful that Orochimaru would not kill him, or worse, on a whim.
This obsession was worrying. Orochimaru had every available holographic moving image of the hybrid spliced together into a constantly running loop. The live interview had made it a thousand times worse. As soon as he had seen it, Orochimaru had gone to the lab and terminated every hybrid, no matter the stage of its development or the success of the experiment. Decades of work lost.
Kabuto remembered Amachi him telling about when Orochimaru had been obsessed by the sharkman. This was worse. Of course it was worse, the fox hybrid was so impossibly perfect.
65. Kabuto
Kabuto pictured the scene as he presented Orochimaru with a bound and helpless fox-human hybrid.
He imagined Orochimaru’s reaction. Would he be grateful? Impressed? Kabuto doubted it. He would be too hungry for his prize to care that Kabuto had brought it. Maybe afterwards, when he had sated his desires. Maybe then he would remember that it was Kabuto who had fed his obsession and fulfilled his fantasy.
Or not.
Not that arriving on Jewel with the hybrid was likely.
Kabuto reviewed his mission objectives.
One, capture the hybrid or, if this proves impossible, bait a future trap for the hybrid.
Two, obtain a tissue sample from the hybrid.
Three, do nothing that leads to the hybrid’s death.
He imagined telling Orochimaru that the fox-human hybrid was dead and shuddered; he would be pronouncing his own death sentence.
First he had to survive the scrutiny of the Uchiha and his underlings. It had been satisfying to discover the Uchiha’s weakness; he was as obsessed with the fox-human hybrid as was Orochimaru. It tainted his judgement. It had opened the door for Kabuto to enter. It gave Kabuto leverage. He could manage the Uchiha.
His underlings might prove more difficult.
Hyugas were always a problem. Killing them was his solution of choice but in this case that would not be possible. He would have to bury his true intentions under layer after layer of misdirection. The Hyuga could dislike him or consider him unsound. All that mattered was that he did not judge him to be a threat.
The woman would be easier. The women were always easier and women scientists were easier than most. He would show that he appreciated her first as a scientist and then as a woman.
There would be others. This was Uchiha. He must be prepared for quality opposition.
He reviewed his plan. Everything was in place. That which must remain hidden was undetectable.
He studied his image: deceptively simple clothes that were expensive enough to suggest vanity, no knife so that spacers would dismiss him as weak, the round eye glasses with their dual message of affectation and harmlessness. He would need to control how he moved; the ship would be saturated with fighters who would be too quick to recognise his skills.
Their ship jumped into the system through an ungated hole. It was not the one he had been watching but rather an unmapped hole closer to the gate. He made note. He must not be trapped in a system with no hole he could find.
Events developed swiftly. Soon he was in a docking bay facing four individuals: the woman, Rin, the Hyuga, Neji, a Uchiha elite fighter, Kakashi, and a young man with a Uchiha duty ring on his finger, Shikamaru.
The opposition was, as he had anticipated, of the highest quality. He did not know what Shikamaru was but, after his second question, Kabuto knew he was dangerous.
“Well?” Sasuke asked when the scientist had been escorted back to his ship.
They all looked to Neji.
“Despite his exaggerated politeness, he is rather unpleasant,” Neji told them. “He is interested in himself, his work and his reputation as a scientist. He manages to be both obsequious and patronising to Rin-san, which is interesting but repellent.” He considered. “We would not choose to cooperate with him if there was an alternative but there is not. I saw nothing that suggested he was dangerous but one can never be sure. He can only be trusted to act in his own self-interest, but he will give much for the privilege of examining Naruto-san.”
Sasuke looked to Rin.
“I agree with Neji that he is a little creepy,” she admitted, “but he has already given me two strong leads for adapting specific age-retard treatments for Naruto-san. He is very knowledgeable about adapting human-specific treatments for hybrids. He is an exceptionally able scientist.”
“Kakashi-sensei?” Sasuke queried.
“He was almost too relaxed about us expecting him to stay on his ship with the docking bay depressurised,” Kakashi observed.
“Shika-san?”
Shikamaru raised a brow at Sasuke using Shino’s name for him. “I agree with Rin-san that he knows his stuff. I also agree with Neji that he is not worthy of our trust.” He frowned. “He mentioned that he has a laboratory on his ship, which may explain his willingness to stay there.” He turned to Rin. “Was what he told you that useful?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Then I think we should move to next stage and Rin-san should show him her data on Naruto,” Shikamaru suggested.
Sasuke nodded.
Kabuto assumed he had passed their test as he was left alone in the infirmary with the woman the next day. He immediately toned down the more obnoxious aspects of the character he had chosen to play and concentrated on persuading the woman to open up to him.
For a medico who dabbled in science, her research was remarkably sound. He employed every technique to tempt, tease or trick her into talking in depth about her work.
She was resistant to his attempts but not immune to them. While avoiding talking about the fox-human hybrid, she had inadvertently veered into telling him about the symbiote carried by the warrior woman. It was fascinating; Kabuto added obtaining a sample to his list of desirables.
Then, shockingly, he saw Kisame, the sharkman, vanishing into one of the side rooms.
The woman startled and excused herself. She entered the same side room.
Was it Kisame? Could there be another shark-human hybrid with a Uchiha plaque embedded in his forehead? What was he doing on the younger Uchiha’s ship when he had helped his elder brother slaughter his clan?
Rin reappeared and took him into one of the smaller laboratories to view some test results. Kabuto forced himself to pay attention and show interest as if he did not realise he was being kept away while the sharkman made his exit.
The sharkman was more than a desirable; he was worthy of being an objective.
Rin had decided that Kabuto had not spotted Kisame. If he had seen him, he would have said something. For someone so interested in hybrids, Kisame would be irresistible.
Discussing her work with Kabuto-san had been exciting. He had been generous with his insights. For the first time, Rin believed that she might be able to slow down the effects of aging on Naruto. She was pleased to have so much progress to report to Sasuke after Kakashi had escorted Kabuto back to his ship.
She had no hesitation in recommending that they proceed with the examination.
Sasuke was pleased. They were striking a balance between taking advantage of the scientist’s expertise and the risk of trusting him. In addition, Rin was being uncharacteristically positive about possible treatments for Naruto. He went to find his dobe and found him in his gun turret.
Naruto looked at him and waited.
“Please will you see the scientist tomorrow?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto’s whiskers twitched. “Tomorrow,” he agreed, “but he is not allowed to prod or poke me.”
Sasuke had no intention of allowing the smarmy stranger lay a finger on his Naruto. He put his arms about Naruto’s waist and hugged him.
Rin was distracted preparing for the hybrid’s arrival. It gave Kabuto the moment he required to check the side room. Inside was a body in a tank. It was Itachi Uchiha.
He swiftly returned to the neutral territory of the corridor.
The fox-human hybrid was even more impressive in the flesh; a truly incredible example of genetic engineering and controlled gene expression. Kabuto noticed that the Uchiha did not leave his side. He actually held the hybrid’s hand. They wore rings on their heart fingers. Kabuto could not decide if it was admirable or pathetic.
“I know of no one who can engineer a hybrid of your quality, Naruto-san,” Kabuto told him, careful to address the hybrid as a person in order to avoid offending the Uchiha. “Do you have no idea where you came from?”
The hybrid shook his head.
“If you have personal questions you will write them down for Naruto-san to consider after the examination,” the Uchiha told him.
Kabuto acquiesced with a bow. “There is a possibility that we should consider,” he continued. “It is possible that Naruto-san was engineered long ago and was placed in cryogenic suspension as a foetus. The ancient hybrid engineers were renowned for marking their work. Do you have a ultraviolet light source, Rin-san?”
There, on the hybrid’s belly, about his navel, glowing under the ultraviolet illumination, was a large and complex rosette. It was perfect, confirming that the gene expression within the hybrid’s cells was exactly as the creator had intended.
It was one of the best moments of Kabuto’s life; a wish fulfilled.
He steadied himself. “This is the mark, Naruto-san,” he said calmly. You were created over a thousand years ago by a famous hybrid engineer we only know as Bara. Creating a successful hybrid is not just about including the correct genes, it is about controlling which of those genes are expressed. This is this aspect, the epigenetics, in which Bara was such a master.”
“How does this matter to Naruto-san?” the Uchiha asked.
“A little is known about Bara’s way of working. Perhaps more can be discovered now you know in which direction to look,” he replied. Kabuto decided to stir. “Also, there are stories about Bara’s hybrids, which may prove to have grains of truth in them and be worthy of consideration.”
“What stories?” the hybrid asked.
“I do not wish to offend, Naruto-san, Uchiha-sama,” Kabuto replied. “Maybe it would be better if you read them for yourselves.”
“Give us a flavour,” the Uchiha growled.
“Some hybrid engineers specialised in mass production, for example a battalion of soldiers. Others, like Bara, specialised in unique creations, often tailored to a single person’s requirements. This may account for some of Naruto-san’s exceptional qualities,” Kabuto suggested.
The Uchiha accepted that. Perhaps many of the fox-human hybrid’s qualities were, indeed, exceptional. He was, for example, utterly compelling to look at; a very suitable addition to a rich man’s household. And there was the way he looked at the Uchiha, as if he was the most important person in known space; a man would pay a great amount for that level of devotion.
“I have had enough for today,” the hybrid announced suddenly. He shook himself, a surprisingly fox-like movement.
Kabuto was not disappointed. He had seen one of Bara’s hybrids in the flesh. It was not a time for disappointment.
Once the hybrid and the Uchiha had gone, the woman talked more than it was wise to do. She had tissue samples. She had tried growing some of them and discovered, as Kabuto would have expected, that the pattern of genes expressed varied from sample to sample.
She made the error of not controlling where she looked. He had discovered where the tissue samples were stored.
They walked side by side towards the crew room.
“I think that was useful,” Sasuke observed. “We have lots of leads for Shikamaru and Rin to follow.”
Naruto did not reply. He was still thinking about what the scientist had told them. Why had he been created and for whom? Did it matter? He looked at Sasuke. No, it did not matter. He was grateful to this Bara, who had made him capable of living this life, who had built him so that he could feel this way about his friends, about the babies and, most importantly, about Sasuke.
Sasuke found himself lifted up, spun about, tossed into the air and caught by a laughing, happy Naruto.
Kabuto analysed his situation. He suspected that presenting Orochimaru with the fox-hybrid would be an error. Orochimaru would be delighted to have one of Bara’s creations but the hybrid’s devotion was firmly fixed on the Uchiha. Eventually Orochimaru would be disappointed and Kabuto had no intention of being associated with disappointment. No, it would be better if the hybrids presented themselves. He required bait. Perhaps the older Uchiha would serve for both hybrids.
Kabuto reviewed and refined his plan. Delaying only increased the risk. He set the timers and waited.
Naruto and Sasuke spent the rest of the day together. Sasuke watched Naruto training. Hoshi, Haru and Hikaru were thoroughly checked and viewed. Iruka and Kurenai were persuaded to discuss babies and help them make lists.
They sat next to each other at the evening meal. Sasuke played the biwa before they retired to their room early. Sasuke pulled Naruto to him and reached up for a kiss. Naruto was pleased to oblige.
“How would you like to see the other type of show?” Sasuke offered.
It was time. The thirty mink-human hybrids were out of cryosuspension, prepped and suited. The explosives and the cannon were prepared. The hover platform and the two pressurised sleds were ready. Kabuto donned his own suit.
He disabled the alarm, opened the outer door of the unpressurised bay and sent twenty of the thirty swarming over the surface of the ship.
On his signal there were ten explosions on the hull and Kabuto used the cannon on the airlock in the bay.
The ship shuddered under the impact of multiple explosions.
Alarms blared. Hatches closed. Doors sealed.
Naruto was fully alert at first of the explosions. He had pulled away from Sasuke before thinking of the damage he might do him, only to find that the massive adrenalin surge had dispelled his knot and shrivelled his erection.
Halfway to the nursery the room started to shake.
A steel wall was coming down between him and the nursery. He dived for the rapidly closing gap only to have Sasuke charge him, knocking him away from his objective.
The wall thudded into the floor, separating him from his babies.
Rage consumed him.
Naruto attacked.