Ichigeki Hissatsu
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1,054
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5
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Survivor
Survivor
She could still remember the way he felt, the way he smelled, and the way he tasted. Always of cigarettes and spice, strong and swift, determined but shy, especially around her. Kurenai stared at the picture frame in the little shrine, fighting not to cry for the hundredth millionth time. She remembered when they brought his body back, being in utter denial as she held her hands over her stomach, knowing in her heart all she had left of Asuma was the child growing in her womb. She should’ve felt grateful for Shikamaru’s promise, but she didn’t. The Nara boy had his own family to care for and wouldn’t really have time for her. Because of her pregnancy, Kurenai had to remain in Konoha. She would watch and wait and sometimes Hinata or Kiba would come and keep her company. She enjoyed Kiba’s visits most of all because he would bring the new puppies and let her cuddle them as he showed her what they could do. All of them, save for Akamaru, failed the scent-marking trick, but Kurenai could boast that the reason would-be thieves stayed away from her apartment was because of the smell of puppy pee.
Other jounin visited her too; Kakashi who came bearing presents from those who couldn’t find time, Gai, even Tsunade. Kurenai couldn’t find it in her heart to be miserable. Even if her child would never know is father, Kurenai knew he would know the best menagerie of aunts and uncles anyone could ever ask for. Though she still mourned for Asuma, and she never again loved another as much as she had him, she didn’t become a complete recluse. She went out and partied with the other jounin, keeping away from alcohol or rough movement, avoiding chakra use unless it was direly needed. She went to maternity classes, usually accompanied by Iruka because she could bully Kakashi into begging the chuunin into escorting her or with Kotetsu or Izumo and on rare occasions, Shino. She managed regular ultrasounds and check-ups and babysat pre-genin on fieldtrips if only to get peace beside her chuunin-friend Iruka, he, out of all her friends, made her smile the most and made her feel safe. She told him once if Kakashi hadn’t have made claim, she’d take him.
He’d blushed and spluttered at that.
Kakashi had then threatened her to stay away from Iruka because Iruka was –his– and –his– alone. Then he had come back and sheepishly apologized.
Kurenai spent more and more time with Iruka and Kakashi until her pregnancy entered the final stages and she hid away in her house, spending most of her time in front of the shrine, staring at the picture of Asuma, as she was now. She wanted him to be here to witness the birth of their baby, to hold her hand and to make fun of her during labour. Hell, she’d let him – film – everything! But he wasn’t, buried with his name etched on the Memorial Stone. She finally began to cry, mourning her beloved all over again. When she calmed, rubbing her crimson eyes free of tears, she realized her thighs were wet. Then the first contraction ripped through her.
She grit her teeth and struggled to stand, hurrying to where Asuma had kept the summoning fuda, quickly scrawling Kakashi’s name and sending it off. Iruka must have received the summon, because Kakashi appeared in a matter of seconds, took one look at her and bundled her up in a blanket before he lifted her in his arms bridal style and took her off for the hospital.
Kurenai was grateful for having a friend like Iruka, who had obviously run to the hospital to have the staff ready for Kurenai. A number of people were there; Sakura, Tsunade, Shizune, Shikamaru. Kurenai didn’t notice as contractions ripped through her body. She was whisked away, into the chaos of the delivery room, told to breathe and told to push, relaxing here and there only to do it all over again. It was hours, it seemed, before she heard tiny cries , a child announcing himself to the world. But it wasn’t over, as another contraction reared its ugly head. Kurenai grit her teeth and pushed and more tiny cries reached her and it was over, only the afterbirth left and by then Kurenai was so numb she didn’t feel a thing.
She napped as the doctors cleaned her up and cleaned her children before they were set in little bassinettes in the infant room and she was taken to a room down the hall. She slept for a while and woke up to find her room filled with the people who loved her. She sat up and smiled.
“I must look like a nightmare,”
Kakashi’s lips twitched beneath this mask. “You always look like a nightmare.”
Iruka elbowed him in the ribs. “A very pretty nightmare.” The jounin corrected.
Kurenai smiled and spoke with the others who wanted to wish her well with her new family. When everyone left, except for Kakashi and Iruka and Shikamaru, the doctors brought in her children. She accepted them, two little bundles with downy tufts of dark hair. A son and a daughter. Her and Asuma’s twins. Kurenai felt like she was going to cry again and no one said anything when a few tears trekked down her face. The tiny girl squirmed, her eyes opening to stare at her mother, the orbs as dark as Asuma’s. In response to her movement, her brother whimpered, crimson eyes watering before his mother shifted him closer to her chest.
“What will you name them?” Shikamaru asked quietly as Kakashi and Iruka took their leave. Kurenai shook her head after a moment.
“I don’t know yet, but when I decide, I’ll tell you first.” She promised. Shikamaru seemed satisfied with that, set his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, saying his farewell before he left her alone with her children.
In truth, Kurenai had already decided on names for her children. She and Asuma had settled on names long ago, the moment they found out she was pregnant, before he had gone on the mission that had cost him his life. She settled back to let the babies have their dinner and kissed each of their foreheads. The little girl, Asumako, burped softly and squirmed again, while her brother, Asagi, just gave a little sigh and curled up to sleep again. Kurenai smiled and settled back against her pillows, eyes closing.
“Asuma, you’ll be so proud of them,” she whispered. “They’ll never forget you. I love you.”
Warmth flooded through her as she fell asleep, knowing Asuma was watching over her and their children. With that thought, she fell asleep holding her children, warm and safe.
She could still remember the way he felt, the way he smelled, and the way he tasted. Always of cigarettes and spice, strong and swift, determined but shy, especially around her. Kurenai stared at the picture frame in the little shrine, fighting not to cry for the hundredth millionth time. She remembered when they brought his body back, being in utter denial as she held her hands over her stomach, knowing in her heart all she had left of Asuma was the child growing in her womb. She should’ve felt grateful for Shikamaru’s promise, but she didn’t. The Nara boy had his own family to care for and wouldn’t really have time for her. Because of her pregnancy, Kurenai had to remain in Konoha. She would watch and wait and sometimes Hinata or Kiba would come and keep her company. She enjoyed Kiba’s visits most of all because he would bring the new puppies and let her cuddle them as he showed her what they could do. All of them, save for Akamaru, failed the scent-marking trick, but Kurenai could boast that the reason would-be thieves stayed away from her apartment was because of the smell of puppy pee.
Other jounin visited her too; Kakashi who came bearing presents from those who couldn’t find time, Gai, even Tsunade. Kurenai couldn’t find it in her heart to be miserable. Even if her child would never know is father, Kurenai knew he would know the best menagerie of aunts and uncles anyone could ever ask for. Though she still mourned for Asuma, and she never again loved another as much as she had him, she didn’t become a complete recluse. She went out and partied with the other jounin, keeping away from alcohol or rough movement, avoiding chakra use unless it was direly needed. She went to maternity classes, usually accompanied by Iruka because she could bully Kakashi into begging the chuunin into escorting her or with Kotetsu or Izumo and on rare occasions, Shino. She managed regular ultrasounds and check-ups and babysat pre-genin on fieldtrips if only to get peace beside her chuunin-friend Iruka, he, out of all her friends, made her smile the most and made her feel safe. She told him once if Kakashi hadn’t have made claim, she’d take him.
He’d blushed and spluttered at that.
Kakashi had then threatened her to stay away from Iruka because Iruka was –his– and –his– alone. Then he had come back and sheepishly apologized.
Kurenai spent more and more time with Iruka and Kakashi until her pregnancy entered the final stages and she hid away in her house, spending most of her time in front of the shrine, staring at the picture of Asuma, as she was now. She wanted him to be here to witness the birth of their baby, to hold her hand and to make fun of her during labour. Hell, she’d let him – film – everything! But he wasn’t, buried with his name etched on the Memorial Stone. She finally began to cry, mourning her beloved all over again. When she calmed, rubbing her crimson eyes free of tears, she realized her thighs were wet. Then the first contraction ripped through her.
She grit her teeth and struggled to stand, hurrying to where Asuma had kept the summoning fuda, quickly scrawling Kakashi’s name and sending it off. Iruka must have received the summon, because Kakashi appeared in a matter of seconds, took one look at her and bundled her up in a blanket before he lifted her in his arms bridal style and took her off for the hospital.
Kurenai was grateful for having a friend like Iruka, who had obviously run to the hospital to have the staff ready for Kurenai. A number of people were there; Sakura, Tsunade, Shizune, Shikamaru. Kurenai didn’t notice as contractions ripped through her body. She was whisked away, into the chaos of the delivery room, told to breathe and told to push, relaxing here and there only to do it all over again. It was hours, it seemed, before she heard tiny cries , a child announcing himself to the world. But it wasn’t over, as another contraction reared its ugly head. Kurenai grit her teeth and pushed and more tiny cries reached her and it was over, only the afterbirth left and by then Kurenai was so numb she didn’t feel a thing.
She napped as the doctors cleaned her up and cleaned her children before they were set in little bassinettes in the infant room and she was taken to a room down the hall. She slept for a while and woke up to find her room filled with the people who loved her. She sat up and smiled.
“I must look like a nightmare,”
Kakashi’s lips twitched beneath this mask. “You always look like a nightmare.”
Iruka elbowed him in the ribs. “A very pretty nightmare.” The jounin corrected.
Kurenai smiled and spoke with the others who wanted to wish her well with her new family. When everyone left, except for Kakashi and Iruka and Shikamaru, the doctors brought in her children. She accepted them, two little bundles with downy tufts of dark hair. A son and a daughter. Her and Asuma’s twins. Kurenai felt like she was going to cry again and no one said anything when a few tears trekked down her face. The tiny girl squirmed, her eyes opening to stare at her mother, the orbs as dark as Asuma’s. In response to her movement, her brother whimpered, crimson eyes watering before his mother shifted him closer to her chest.
“What will you name them?” Shikamaru asked quietly as Kakashi and Iruka took their leave. Kurenai shook her head after a moment.
“I don’t know yet, but when I decide, I’ll tell you first.” She promised. Shikamaru seemed satisfied with that, set his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, saying his farewell before he left her alone with her children.
In truth, Kurenai had already decided on names for her children. She and Asuma had settled on names long ago, the moment they found out she was pregnant, before he had gone on the mission that had cost him his life. She settled back to let the babies have their dinner and kissed each of their foreheads. The little girl, Asumako, burped softly and squirmed again, while her brother, Asagi, just gave a little sigh and curled up to sleep again. Kurenai smiled and settled back against her pillows, eyes closing.
“Asuma, you’ll be so proud of them,” she whispered. “They’ll never forget you. I love you.”
Warmth flooded through her as she fell asleep, knowing Asuma was watching over her and their children. With that thought, she fell asleep holding her children, warm and safe.