Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow That Never Comes ❯ Chapter 6: A Shameless Use of Charm ( Chapter 6 )

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Tomorrow That Never Comes

Warning: Mild swearing, possible angst, etc...


“She's got a smile that it seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue skyNow and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to thatspecial placeAnd if I stared too longI'd probably break down and cry”
- 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns 'N Roses


Chapter 6: A Shameless Use of Charm


“She's beautiful. Can I?” Naruto gestures towards Haru as if he actually needs to have my permission to go and speak to her. I nod and watch after him as he walks over to her. She is sitting on a swing all alone, reminiscent of another child in my not too distant past. She's not very good at being social to other little girls her age. I smile as she seems to size him up and then look over at me. I wave at her to let her know that he isn't a stranger. She grins and allows him to pick her up and carry her around on his shoulders.

I can hear her laughter and happy screams from across the park as he plays with her and I notice the other children wandering closer to the two of them curiously. I watch as they surround them. Naruto laughs and allows them to play as well, picking each of them up in turn and introducing himself and Haru to all of them. I watch in disbelief as my antisocial daughter interacts with the other children and as she laughs with them while they attack Naruto. It amazes me that he can have such an effect on her.

He stays close to the children as they play on the climbing equipment and jungle gym. I watch from a bench in the shade. Haru falls from the monkey bars and I stand immediately, instinctively. She is crying and I can see that she has scraped her knees. I am about to move to her when Naruto is there and picking her up to inspect the cuts. He has her giggling through her tears within seconds. I stand dumbfounded by the display. How did he do that?

She holds his hand as they walk towards me. She seems completely at ease with him, like she has known him her whole life. I smile at them both, unsure of what to say. He has completely and utterly charmed the both of us. Haru hugs me and I pick her up off of the ground to examine her wounds myself and she tells me that Naruto has told her that they will leave wicked scars and that only really awesome ninjas have wicked scars. I find myself rolling my eyes, but allowing a grin to fall upon my features. He is standing across from me, a bright smile on his lips.

Haru looks at him and then at me before she leans in very close to me and whispers, “Otou-san, is he the one you dream about?” I jerk back, stunned at her observation. I blink at her for a moment before nodding. She smiles and hugs me, speaking close to my ear once more, “ I like him. Can he be my Chichiue?” I find that I can't hold back a chuckle that escapes my throat as what she's said settles into my mind. I nod and wrap my arms around her.

“Let's head back to my place. I'll cook dinner while Haru naps.” I say, looking at Naruto with a warm smile. This is what I had hoped for. He nods and we begin our short trek to the Uchiha compound and my newly renovated and decorated home. Naruto hasn't been there since long before I left the village. He is in for a surprise.

“Wow Sasuke. You've really spruced the place up, ne?” He says as we enter the house only ten minutes later, a low whistle coming from his lips as he looks around. I nod and head up the stairs. Haru is already dozing in my arms. He follows after me, watching me as I tuck her in. He comes closer.

“Have a good nap Haru-chan.” He says, ruffling the silky, ebony locks. She touches his hand.

“Thanks Chichiue.” She mumbles groggily. My eyes widen and Naruto smiles before moving away from her. I can't believe that she called him that. A blush creeps along my cheeks and I breathe in, waiting for him to say something as we move out of her room, letting her door close with a soft click behind us.

“She must have thought I was you.” He says quietly as we tiptoe down the steps to the kitchen. I bite my lip, debating whether or not to tell him the truth. I make my decision.

“No. She knew it was you.” I say simply, not making eye contact with him as I busied myself with grabbing vegetables and chicken from the refrigerator and rice and spices from the cupboards. He stands silently in the doorway for a moment.

“Then why did she call me-” He trails off as I look at him, our eyes meeting and I know he understands now. We stand regarding each other for several minutes in a dead quiet before finally a huge smile splits his face and I think that it is like the sun is rising again in the same day. I am unprepared when he flings himself into my chest, hugging me tightly and pressing his lips to mine.

It takes me a moment to realize what is actually happening and I respond once my mind catches up to the moment. I smile into the kiss. He isn't upset like I feared he might be or even afraid as I was sure he would be. He's happy. I can feel it in his kiss. I let my arms wrap around him gently and hold him as we kiss until the need for breath separates us. I drop my arms to my sides, freeing him before speaking.

“Help me cut up vegetables dobe.” I say, pointing at the peppers, broccoli, and carrots. He grins and nods, reaching for a knife hanging on the knife rack. I turn back to the snow peas that I am about to wash and the water chestnuts that need to be chopped up. I set about the task standing next to the dobe, my dobe, our hips bumping every now and again as we chop the vegetables and prepare the chicken and rice.

Dinner doesn't take so long with the two of us working at it. All that is left is to cook it. The chicken simmers in the oven and the rice softens in the rice cooker, the vegetables steaming on the stove top. We seat ourselves at the table and wait. Steaming tea fills our mugs as we watch each other from across the table. I am the first to speak.

“What have you been up to these last few years?” I ask, surprised at myself for starting the conversation at all. He takes a sip of tea before answering.

“Well, training mostly. I spent about three years traveling and training with Jaraiya so that I would be ready to face the Akatsuki when they came for me and then I was back here. I heard that you had defeated Orochimaru and I waited for you to return. I became a jounin last year and I am working on ANBU shortly.” He says, recalling the time he spent while I was away. I nod.

“And did they come for you?” I ask, referring to the Akatsuki, my brother's organization. He shakes his head.

“Actually, no they haven't, at least not yet.” He clarifies. I nod before standing to check the food. Naruto watches me. The pattering of tiny feet interrupt anything else he might want to say as Haru comes down the steps. She wastes no time climbing up into Naruto's lap and curling her fingers in his golden tresses. I shake my head as I serve up the food.

“You've got impeccable timing Haru-chan.” Naruto compliments and Haru blushes and giggles. I smile before gesturing for her to move to her own chair so that we can all eat. Dinner goes by smoothly and Haru tells me of her new friends, the children that she and Naruto met at the park. I nod and smile at her as she tells me their names animatedly. She has never had friends before.

Later, after Haru is sleeping in bed, Naruto and I sit on the porch, looking at the stars, which look like tiny diamonds strewn across a black velvet canopy. We are quiet, just sitting in each other's company. I realize that it seems as if I had never left at all. There are no ill feelings between us. I move closer to him and he moves just the slightest bit closer top me as well, his hand sliding over my own. I smile, but keep my eyes on the stars.

I am unsure when we end up kissing or how he ends up beneath me, but reality comes crashing back on me as he moans loudly as I press my hips down on him. What am I doing? He looks up at me with hooded sapphire eyes and I can't stop as I lean down to press hungry lips to his plump, glistening ones. He whimpers and kisses back, allowing my tongue entrance.

Finally, regaining my composure and common sense, I pull away from him. He looks up at me confusedly. “Why're you stopping?” He pants slightly as he speaks and I swallow reflexively at the huskiness of his voice. I want him so badly, I can hardly think staright.

I am about to tell him that this is too quick, but instead, “Stay the night.” leaves my lips. His eyes widen and I realize what I've said. Before I can redeem myself, he is pressing in for another heated kiss. And I am left dazed.

I want him.

No. I need him.

Badly.






TBC...