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Endlessly Imperfect

By: Gothic Lust

 

InuYasha/Naruto Crossover

Kagome Higurashi/Sasuke Uchiha

Action/Drama/Romance

Rated M

 

Summary: Sasuke would do anything to save his fiancé from danger, even if that meant taking her on a long mission dressed as a boy. Will the two be able to keep their secret from the rest of the team and still have time for romance? SASKAG

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the InuYasha or Naruto characters.

 

Author's Note: This is going to be a very short fanfiction, maybe 10 chapters or so. Also, please expect that chapters to be short, not this short, but shorter than most of my regular updates. This is supposed to be a quick and fast pace story.

 

Warnings: Implied sex, limes, foul language, violence, and character death.

 

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Chapter One:

 

The Proposal

 

Sasuke gripped her hand tighter as she trembled, her small hands and frame moving to the fast beat of her heart. He stole a quick glance at her to see if she was alright, if she could handle what they were about to do.

 

Her hair was down, perfect as usual (to him at least, though she thought it was always a mess) and her dress was perfectly sculpted for her by the wondrous hands of her skilled mother in a simple white silk drape. He could not admire the dress for long, because her large sapphire eyes blinked rapidly, fluttering her long thick lashes beneath elegant thin brows. Her small nose twitched a bit, lowering his gaze so that he could plainly notice her full lips, the bottom flesh worried between her teeth so hard that if she bit or continued any longer, she would bleed.

 

He pulled her to him so that she faced him and pulled the abused lip from her teeth with his thumb gently. “Don't worry,” he spoke softly “Everything is going to be fine.” His words didn't seem to give her total confidence, but she did relax against him enough to turn back and watch her father as he paced before them.

 

Her father's face was akin to stone, cold and hard, emotionless and ready to take on the world. Yet alas, he was old, far older than many parents with children the same age as his, and he was crippled, a disability that forced him into early retirement from his harsh profession that had earned him his cold, hard mask.

 

He walked with a limp, his graying hair thinning a bit at the top of his head that he had recently labeled his “worry spot.” He circled the tiny living room of his home, favoring his right leg a bit with every step. His wife sat to the side, her hands positioned carefully on her lap clenched and unclenched with every pass that her husband made in front of her.

 

She must have been very beautiful when she was younger, much like her husband must have been very handsome and strong in youth. The years had aged her however. The worry lines were deep around her eyes and mouth from constant struggles with her children. Her deep brown eyes caught Sasuke's own onyx gaze, a thin, carefully hidden smile stretched upon her face as she looked to him and her only daughter that sat beside him who was again worrying her bottom lip.

 

The old man stopped, finally ready, it seemed, to face the younger ones in the room. His full attention focused on the Uchiha heir. “What is it that you called us here for?” He gruffly asked. “She's not pregnant is she, or so help me, I'll make your balls only a happy memory.”

 

“Kenta!” His wife reprimanded her eyes wide at the language her husband used upon the boy.

 

“Father, I'm not pregnant.” Beside him, the young woman released her worried lip to put a stop to her father's destructive thoughts. “Sasuke just wished to speak with you, nothing more.”

 

“Actually,” Sasuke spoke, standing from the couch he had been sitting on. “I had come to ask you something.” He smiled, a rare occurrence, but one that was coming up more and more as he spent time with the woman beside him.

 

“What is it boy, speak quickly or I will miss my poker match with the men.” Kenta spoke harshly, emphasizing the difference between the two statements of `boy' and `men'. He had taken to doing that since he first met Sasuke, always belittling him as a child unworthy of anything or anyone.

 

There were, at several instances while the two were alone, that the older man hinted to Sasuke being unworthy as a man and for that he must be very small to show for it. Sasuke could only wave that comment off, the size of his dick would, though well endowed, stay between him and his wife. There was no need to show off. It would make him feel like he was truly compensating for something that clearly didn't need it.

 

“I've come here,” he started, speaking clearly and strong. He stood taller, straighter and released her hand to perform a small bow. “To ask for your daughter's hand and, if she would be inclined to give it, her heart as well.”

 

“You bastard,” Kenta growled, but the rest of his sentence died on his tongue as the sharp glares he received from both women pierced his weak defenses. “You ask for something clearly unworthy of you, and you have yet to ask for my,”

 

“Permission? I have not finish Higurashi-sama.” Sasuke performed another bow, this one taking a longer, deeper bend at his waist to show he was terribly sorry for not considering the man's feelings to release his daughter. “I have also come to ask for your permission, but I feel that it would be her choice as to whom she marries. I can only hope that she will choose me.”

 

“You assume far too much.” Kenta took two limped steps towards the boy that wished to marry his daughter. “You are far too arrogant for your own good, and though the name of your house is noble and strong, I fear that you present too much trouble.” The old man gave a grin, as if to laugh at some private joke. “No.”

 

Sasuke's face showed no emotion to the outright refusal of his proposal, though the two women that sat in the room both gasped in shock. Higurashi-dono stood from her chair, her hands fiddling with themselves so that she wouldn't attempt to harm her husband for his own arrogant ways.

 

“What is wrong with Sasuke-sama's proposal?” She asked, tentatively stepping forward. “I find nothing wrong with his suit.”

 

“Of course you wouldn't,” Kenta grumbled, turning towards his wife to glare at her sharply. “You're a woman, you would find him romantic and handsome, but I see him as a treacherous snake wishing to steal an egg from our nest.” He turned back to stare at Sasuke, his blue eyes studying him. “You will not be able to care for her, and until you prove otherwise to me, she will not be your wife.” With those words he left, limping as proudly as he could out of their small living room and into a hallway out of sight.

 

Beside him, the woman that he intended to marry broke down. Tears trailed down her pale cheeks but no sound was made to deceive her silent cries. Sasuke sat again upon the couch and pulled the small woman towards him, wiping the tears away with the rough pads of his thumbs.

 

“I will not give up on you, so don't you give up on me.” He said as he cradled her. “I promise to never leave you so long as I live.”

 

“I'm terribly sorry about this,” Higurashi-dono walked away from her chair to brush her daughter's thick head of raven hair. “He will never find anyone worthy of his only daughter, but if I must say, you come pretty darn close.” She smiled at Sasuke over her daughter's head. “You would be good for Kagome.” Then she too followed her husband out of the living room.

 

“Sasuke, I'm so sorry about all of this.” Kagome cried into Sasuke's shirt. “I really thought that he would be okay with this, I thought that he liked you best of all my suitors.”

 

“Its okay, this just makes thing more interesting.” He pulled her off him so that he could stare back into her eyes. “Now I'll have to prove to him that I'm a man and not the boy he claims me to be.”

 

“He knows of your accomplishments, he knows everything, so you shouldn't have to prove yourself when you already have.” Kagome's words were watery and thick with her tears.

 

“No, if he wants proof, I'll give him proof.” He grabbed her hand and twirled the promise ring she wore on her left ring finger. “And if he still disapproves, I'll leave the choice to you, as it should be yours from the start.”

 

“I will always choose you, no matter what happens.” She smiled, though half heartedly.

 

“Good to know.” Sasuke smirked and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Kagome sighed and fell against him, her worries over her father's blatant denial of their love gone for the moment. Sasuke broke the kiss quickly and she groaned, wanting to continue. “I will not be overly affectionate with you while in their home as he continues to disapprove. I will respect his wished, if only for the time being.”

 

Kagome said nothing, but stood and lead him out to the front door, both exiting onto the streets of Konohagure and walking, rather briskly, towards Sasuke's apartment.

 

“If you will not indulge me in my own home, then we shall do so in yours.” She smiled, her tears fading from her eyes. He grinned and pulled her forward, tipping her head back so he could kiss her freely.

 

“I don't want your father to hate me more than he already does.” He whispered against her lips, pushing again for another kiss. She leaned away, toying with him, her foot tapping lightly against his.

 

“What he does not know, he cannot be angry for,” This time she pulled him forward, biting his bottom lip hard. He growled low in approval, his hand moving low on her waist. “I believe it has always been `my choice,' am I not correct?”

 

She toyed with him like a cat would a mouse, scratching him with her blunt nails down his back through the material of his shirt, her chest pressed firmly to his as her lips danced a breath away from his own.

 

Her hips brushed against his, sending so many shocks through his brain and groin that he could barely keep his breath. She caught him then with a deep kiss, to seal the deal.

 

She has won, for now; he would still, however, not break the expectations of her father. Though she riled him up, she would keep her virtue in tact, less her father feel deceived and forcer a test upon her. That however didn't mean that he could not test her. He smirked at his cleverness and leapt away with her in his arms, nibbling on his right ear as her nails traced feather-light patterns on the other side of his neck.

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I hope you liked that. I know that it was super short, but if felt like leaving it there. I plan for this to be a really short fanfiction with some dramatic twists.

 

Please review and tell me what you think.

 

--Gothic Lust