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Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

Of course the idea about being a ninja is NOT being hit in combat, but Habiki carried the distinct satisfaction of being both incredibly agile as a ninja and also durable thanks to both his Sage Mode and the armored avatar of his will that his eyes could summon forth. Though, his Susanoo wasn't as notorious as his Sage Mode technique granted that he used it a lot less and it didn't necessarily help in his specialty: A stealthy kill. Thanks to his techniques, normal humans cannot possibly see him coming or hear their fellow man being slain by ins nearly silent slashes that are washed away by the constant unplaceable sound of his summoned bat's strange ability to suck away the light in the area. Two birds, one bat. If he weren't lethally serious in the moment, he'd chuckle to the thought just before his eyes narrowed in on how his lover completely obliterated a shinobi near to him. Not being able to read minds raised hairs on Habiki's neck just a bit as his Sage mode's instincts were firing at all cylinders: DANGER DANGER DANGER. Did she jump in to help cover his rear or was she lost in her battle lust and firing down anything with a pulse that her byakugan could pick up? He figured it had to have been the first thing, because he was sure he'd have to at least attempt to avoid her attacks should she train her sights on his fit, not at all difficult to look at rear end.

And back to his original thought, his durability, and the most chilling part of this whole revaluation: Could she actually blast clean through his Susanoo? She was capable of a lot. His Aimi truly was spectacular. He smiled as he mentally took note of both of their remaining targets and the time he intended on allowing his summoned bats to remain on the scene. In fact, things were lining up quite nicely for a technique to finish their combat off. Aimi clearly had a solid showing and he was sure they had plenty of opportunity to do enough individual damage to make up for the ridiculous amounts of training the poured into their wonderful bodies. It wasn't a self-esteem thing, it was a respect thing. His hands came together in seal of the ram, the mental grasp he had on the remaining time on his summons counting down, and his red eyes darting all around the field slicing clean through the lack of light to perceive his targets and keep incredibly detailed mental notes of their environment and the external details.

"Katon..." He started before taking a deep breath, mentally finishing the name of his technique. "Karyū Hanabi Endan!" The seal of the Ram blurred right into the Horse, Snake, Dragon, Rat, Ox and then Tiger as his body seemed to warp just a bit comically to resemble the amount of air he sucked in for his up coming attack. Finished the preparation for his Ninjutsu, the bats poofed away but the darkness remained. That is, until the area around his mouth spewed forth deep crimson flames shaping into dragon heads and traveling straight upward. The humidity of the air crisped as light took to the area. The technique didn't end here, however, as the fire leaving his mouth didn't cut off where someone would expect once countless majestic dragon heads took the sky and bathed the remaining area in their beautiful glow. What added to his immense display of ingenuity and will was how the dragons also had bodies that grew more and more detailed by the second and larger as well with little arms and legs and occasional patches of scales across their forms etched by the oranges and reds.

Just as whiskers and fangs nearly came to alive on the dragon heads the individual dragons began to slither across the skies with such speeds, the air being engulfed with the unmistakable sounds of countless giant bonfires as their shapes quickly darted into and through their enemy's bodies and charring or outright reducing them into ashes. Even the grass of the fields was wilting from the sheer heat he produced with this attack, all of it coming to an end with the shirtless bat sage Habiki looking to Aimi. His sharingan and smile paired unmistakably as he narrowed his eyes just slightly. Of course he was going to ask her to use her Byakugan to peek at the contents of the vessel anyway. Even he wouldn't expect for them to find a young boy's body preserved within it. If she agreed to do so, that is. While their mission details only suggested that they didn't open it with it's wording, they both knew it was contrary to the mission for them to look at all. Buuuut, the Byakugan was a useful way for them to figure it out without leaving a sign that they had their peek. His look to her now as he worldlessly gestured to the vessel with his head and his curious eyes was surely irresistible to appease.
 
Aimi hadn't been in this good of a mood in a really long time, not counting yesterday. No, she was in such a good mood because she was finally getting a chance to show off what she could do, and now it was time to use her Ice Style kekkei genkai. The Hyuga clan was puzzled, nobody in the clan or anyone on her Mother's side of the family had either kekkei genkai, and then Aimi comes along having them. The only other known Konoha born ninja that possessed the Storm Style kekkei genkai was Madara Uchiha. The only other known non Konoha born ninja that had the Ice Style kekkei genkai was Haku, descendant of the Yuki Clan of Kirigakure, and he was long dead. She really was a genetic anomaly. Aimi breathed in deeply, drinking in as much air as she could. Her hands quickly came together in forming the Dog, Bird, Snake, and Dog hand signs. The air temperature around them both dropped rapidly, and if one breathed, they'd be able to see their own breath. She roared,"Ice Style: Ice Dragon Roar!" A massive torrent of ice blasted out from her mouth, her hands now around her mouth, acting as if to direct the ice blasting out. Any shinobi caught in the blast were frozen solid, and if given a very gentle tap, would shatter instantly, though throughout it all, she was very careful to avoid damaging what they had been assigned to bring back to Konohagakure. Though she had a theory. If kekkei genkai kept popping up as it did, she theorized that a greater threat was coming, and their genetics were merely preparing them for what was to come. She was smiling, happy as could be once she witnessed Habiki use the Fire Style: Dragon Flame Bomb technique. It was so fucking gorgeous with its heat and power. He finished off the last of their opponents. She saw how he was eying the vessel, and then her, and she shook her head, and spoke,"No, it's not worth it. There's a reason why the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat' exists." But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious as to what the fuck was so important about the vessel that dictated them murdering every shinobi and civilian protecting it. She looked around, they'd pretty much leveled the part of the forest they were in.
 
"Ah, I expected as much from a Chunin." He teased with a playful shrug. His tone of voice and smile showing that he was just poking for fun and not sincerely insulting her in any fashion as he approached her with his topless Sage mode body. "Maybe one day you'll have the scales to use those beautiful eyes of yours for my bidding." Habiki mused with the idea that he was as morally evil as his eyes foretold. He was just super curious, and it felt as though there had to have been a reason for the Hokage to ask that they didn't try to find out why they came all the way out here and slaughtered these shinobi. He didn't like how little trust the Hokage had in him. Sure, Habiki would rather choke Sasuke out in a dark cave than ever consider him an ally. But, Habiki's home was Konoha. He did what he did for the good of the village and doing what he could, outside of mating Aimi, to keep the peace among the clans should have been proof of that.

He wanted to be so close to Aimi's chest that she'd feel the magnetism between them that he was fighting to not just smother breasts with his firm chest. Tilting his head, he blinked away the layer over his eyes that his sage mode provided and peered over the leveled field around them. "Fire and Ice, hmm? You know, while I think my attack was a little stronger you look a little chilly right now without my embrace." And he'd given up the idea of just waiting for her to press herself against him. Not necessarily giving up the idea that she'd do it on her own, but acting on his nearly child-like impatience when it came to touching his dearest princess. His sharingan returning to her eyes as he looped his arms around her, pulling her against him with his strong arms, wanting to melt her with his smoldering gaze and powerful arms. "At least tell me my lips aren't chapped after I spat out those fire dragons." He mused again, finding a lot of humor in his wordplay with her sage mode and their ninjutsu. Habiki's right hand smoothed right down her back to catch her plump rear in a firm grasp. Fondling it gleefully.
 
Aimi stuck her pretty pink tongue out at him when Habiki gently teased her for not telling him what was inside the vessel. An odd side effect that came with her using the Ice Style kekkei genkai was that her body turned to solid ice. She could still move and all, but still, her body was solid ice, hair included. She didn't understand why it was like that, it just was like that. Only her flesh and blood body was ice, her clothes were entirely unaffected. She actually wondered if she physically touched somebody, if they would get cold or turn to ice like she was when she was like this. The ice body started fading away as Habiki came closer to her, and she was happily drooling over his shirtless form, even though she had seen him fully naked last night and this morning. She smirked, and spoke,"That wasn't even close to my full power, my sweet senpai. You should see what I'm capable of when I'm alone or backed into a corner." Oh yeah, she could do a great deal when the situation needed her to be great. Not that this situation didn't demand her spectacular moves, because it had, but it hadn't required her most powerful and dangerous of moves. The temperature difference between their bodies was so great that when he touched her, steam puffed out. She was in a very good mood from both the successful mission, and she was horny as all hell right now. She looped her arms around his neck after he had wrapped his arms around her, and she leapt up a bit, wrapping her legs around his waist. She began to give him the kisses he so dearly wanted from her, the ice body transformation receding further. God, she just couldn't get enough of his god damned perfection. In between kisses, she purred,"Enjoy playing with my ass?"
 
He was pretty sure their showings when pressed to a wall could both be quite impressive. Though, he wondered just how close her abilities would shine to his own. He was older, taller, stronger, and he'd argue faster. But, she had a heart for this and she fed it well. Habiki couldn't stomach the concept of falling prey to the bite that sealed his fate as a Bat Sage, and letting his bloodlust truly loose would lead to that fate fast. He wouldn't be Habiki anymore if he did. He's seen the cave's end where the bats have left those who have lost everything in pursuit of the power he possess now, and it's haunting. More haunting than his eyes can be, that's for sure. Not to say too little on behalf of his truly evil eyes. The Byakugan was powerful, and her kekkei genkai certainly had an edge, speaking of edge: His chest being cold made his manly nipples a little taller but it wasn't much even when he was hugging a living woman shaped by ice. Not that he'd expect her eyes to hover over that detail when his hands had generous amounts of her ass and his whole body was on display for her. As she moved to leap onto his body, he's help her along by not letting his limbs get in the way, letting her wrap her legs and arms around him and supporting her with head of his massive cock brushing at both her wholes, almost begging for gravity to do it's thing, but leaving his ultimate destination open. Of course, her clothes were still in the way but his pants couldn't stop his full-strength erection from escaping his waistline quickly to taunt her with it's molten warmth. It was comical, almost, the sheer size difference involved as his bulbous cockhead more than dominated the space between both her holes and threatened to do a whole lot of work the moment it could kiss anyone of precisely three clearly enticing lovely places of her body that no other man would ever experience the sheer heaven of. The sides of his arms locked in her back as he licked to her neck, tasting her while feeling her pulse through her flesh carefully, his hands returning to her ass, sparing no time in spreading her over and over. "It'd be a cold day in hell when I give up fondling your perfect body." He whispered to her, and his body's pulse against his own spelled out his clearly defined intent to make double-y sure she was super duper pregnant. And all of the actions involved in that, likely for hours if she can stay awake for all of it after exerting herself like that. "But, your clothes... I don't believe you packed spares." He raised his eyebrows, peering back over his shoulder to where the stored their stuff.
 
Aimi wanted Habiki, and she would not be denied her wants. As the last of the ice properly melted away, she could properly work, even though her flesh was still relatively cold as ice. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, brushing so hard against her clothed nether holes. His tongue was so hot against her neck as he merrily licked her. She softly spoke,"No, I brought no spares. The only clothes I wore to your home are the clothes I'm wearing now. We left and went directly to Lord Seventh's office, remember?" She wondered just how naughty he was planning on being for him to question on how much clothes she had packed. The only time they had stopped before they left the village was to gear up on weaponry and that was it. Now that she thought about it, it really had been foolish to not pack extra clothes, but given how time sensitive the mission seemed to be, she didn't even think about clothing save for what was on her back. She softly spoke, her voice sultry,"Why do you ask, hmm, senpai? What do you have in mind?"
 
Of course it was interesting to see her being so playful and hot for him when she was just previously colder than Ice and ending lives without a second thought. How much of him has rubbed off on her so far? He thought back to when he first touched her sex as he looked into her eyes now. How many years until that perfect memory would be distorted in time? Her youthful innocence made to be his victim, his joy, and right there in public, too. Nevertheless, he made her lower body bounce with her nethers being bullied by his massive cock head. Silently wishing he didn't have to just feel her rear bounce in response to his strong hands but instead getting a good look of it from the other side. And yet, her breasts against his chest regardless of her clothes had been more than enough to make it up to him. Despite context clues and his current action he wasn't about to screw a hole through her pants with his cock. "Well, then again, it was a mission we had to get too in a hurry. It wouldn't quite make sense for us to be very clean by the end of it." He used his powerful arms to squish her body against his in a crushing hug as he adored her and warmed her with his firm flesh. Once that had finished he dragged her down his body to let her booty sit upon his shirt on the ground. His pants falling with her as his cock and balls in their fullest glory being completely engorged and erect standing right in her face so full of his essence that it nearly darkened in color slightly from all of the blood in his system. "Go on, let's start here. Unless you have a better idea." He invited both compliance or creativity.
 
Aimi was smirking when he squished her close to his shirtless chest, her breasts pressing quite hard against him in that bear hug of his. She looked most pleased when he put her on the ground and on the ground was now his pants. She could literally feel the heat emanating from his very hard length, and she spoke naughtily,"Quite a way to celebrate a successful mission, no?" She breathed out, a small puff of cold air escaped from her very plump and still cool lips. She wondered how creative he would want her to be, but still, since her mouth was wide open, and cold. She licked her lips greedily, knowing she was going to give Habiki quite a surprise. Knowing her tongue was cold, wet, and maybe a few shades blue, she began to lick his length up and down. Though little did she realize she herself was getting the surprise. Instead of making him cool, he melted the icy cold right out of her fucking mouth, so hot was his meat. Well, that was quite the surprise for her, and she liked that, and she began to lick and suck with great earnest. She wanted that meat in all of her holes today. Yesterday was just a taste fo what could happen in bed, she wanted to go much further today.
 
It wasn't until now that he made mental note of the shade of blue that's taken her lips. He faintly enjoyed the look, as though she was wearing a shade of lipstick that was rather taboo in terms of being a modest Kunoichi. The only women he's known to wear shades of blue over their lips were quite clearly sexually enthusiastic, and he imagined they were this way for money. Not necessarily because of the cat talk he's heard from them that included money and sex, that much information did assist in his diagnosis of those sorts of people, though. And yet, it was arousing to him. He got this much from just a slightly different color to her lips. Why was Aimi the center of his world? To most, overseeing them this far, it wouldn't be too clear. And yet, he had a really good idea as to why-And then she touched her really cold tongue to his pulsing heated monster cock. And despite his facial expression, playing it as suave as possible, it was almost electric to his spine. And then it all started to fade and he melted her cold mouth with his cock just like his firm body did to her chest, and the look her found in her eyes would do more to continue the flow of passion through his body than the coldness did. But, the sum of the pleasure was greater than those two factors together as a whole, and he appreciated the both of them that much more for it. And then she continued with her tongue and her mouth with more sincere sucking action, his hands taking to her head as he more directly invited her to use more of her neck to help bob her head up and down his cock. "Well, we'd be 'celebrating' like this with or without the mission success, right? Maybe we'll do something extra special because my good girl did such a great job. Hmm?" He spoke deeply with a groan, using naughty words and suggestive thoughts to attempt to stimulate her even more as he tried to guide her into fucking her face. His hips always dying to find a way to buck this fat abusive cock into her body, to force more of her lovely sounds from her throat. All of her holes would be a great start, in his mind.
 
Normal kunoichi by day, hell cat in bed by night. She was now considering buying clothes and other thing to wear and use only when she was inside Habiki's home. For 'fun' times. She'd use the Transformation Jutsu when doing such a thing, she really didn't want to have anyone tattle on her to her clan that she was promiscuous. It wasn't any of their business either way what she did with her free time. She was smirking when he said they'd be fucking each other anyway no matter if a mission was successful or not. Damn right he was. Her eyes lit up when he said that they might even do something special since she had done such a wonderful job. Her excitement was high, and her Sage form was slowly leaking out, her eyes slowly going serpentine, as well as her tongue. Eventually, her scales showed themselves, and they were a deep shade of pink, indicating she was aroused, indicating she was horny as hell as she took more of his length into her as she sucked. She kept her fangs retracted as she gave him head. Her venom could do many things. Paralyze, put to sleep, kill, heal, and so much more, though the default was kill, which was why she kept her fangs retracted. Finally, his length got into her throat, and a most lewd noise came forth.
 
What was this radiant warmth only her touch, only her mouth, and only her tight holes could give him? Habiki cherished it fondly since the very first time he touched her lower lips and looked into her eyes with his twisted smile. Others probably thought Habiki, at his core, was a fighter or a romantic granted how distant he could be from those that fawned over him from afar. And yet, he let Aimi find his perverted heart so readily. He looked right at her with this feeling written across his face as his hands on the back of her head helped her get more of his cock right into her throat. Surely he'd have some recourse if her fangs gouged his fat cock, but having to resort to something like that and risking permanent damage to his perfect breeding pole was probably not okay with either of the parties involved. His strong hands forced his dick head as far as his length allowed into her regardless of what bodily barriers may have stood in the way as he fucked her face and took control, bouncing his balls off her throat as he made her kiss the base of his cock over and over and over before pulling out with the thick shiny coat of her saliva painted all over his majestic sex and dripping over her face. It was her sounds that came second to the literal physical pleasure, but not that they were any less beloved from his ears that welcomed the various sounds.

"Time to make another choice, love." His voiced ebbed out through the air masterfully to lick at her sense of hearing softly. "Present yourself, I've got a load and it's up to your heart where I'll be parking this fat cock."
 
Aimi was greedily sucking Habiki's massive length as he forced more and more of his length into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips touched, no, they kissed the base of his massive meat over and over again. Her eyes were wide, excited when he pulled his massive length from her mouth, a long string of saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock tip when he pulled out of her mouth. She sweetly spoke,"Well beloved... I want you to have my pussy, But I don't know what position to go with!" She repositioned her body, presenting her wet pink pussy to him. She didn't know what to try, and she wanted him to decide how to have her breeding hole. The way his words flowed out of her mouth was like sweet honey to her ears, verbal perfection, despite how dirty the subject matter was.
 
The string from her mouth to his cock was quite exquisite. Beyond lovely. How did she even craft such a thing with something as lavishly delicious as her saliva? This was something he could marvel forever, something he could watch directly connecting her hot mouth to his monstrous cock until the day he no longer felt his heart pump blood through his body. But then, he accepted the fact that there would always be more intricately woven strands of thick saliva to be crafted with her throat around his cock at other times as she re-positioned and revealed her breeding hole to him once more. "Ah, I do like this choice. And I don't blame you, love. There's just so many different ways I can take your holes. Choosing just one was surely just too difficult. I feel much the same. Though, I do feel a particular fondness for a certain position right now." He commented, licking his lips as he approached her and lifted her into his arms, taking her with his to the nearest tree before sitting at it's base with his very womanly shaped princess still in his arms. He had her facing away with her back to his chest and his strong arms wrapping around her and beneath her legs. Pinning her legs right to her breasts like this, his strong body had full control of where she was as he brought her sex right down to his cock head and pulled her right down his shaft, entering her and pushing right to her womb all in one go before lifting her again. All with the simplicity of leaning forward or back and lifting her body with his arms around her. It was rather barbaric, how strong he was and how he forced her to take him despite her readiness for him and the way she showed him her wet sex so willing for his length. His tongue ran right up and down her neck as he moved to suggest he craved her rear upon his pelvis in how often, quickly and readily he forced her body to his base over and over and over. Gaining more certainty in this act, he'd move faster and harder.
 
Some days have passed since Habiki Uchiha and Aimi Hyuga returned to the village with the vessel. Whether they were aware of it or not, Habiki's denied request for Aimi to use her Byakugan has made his personal investigation into the vessel's contents a little more difficult and it was straining his free time to reach out to her. He didn't mean to leave the impression that he was avoiding her, but he couldn't exactly just jump right out in public and ask everybody where she was if he didn't know exactly where she was was. Especially not while he likely had a few anbu keeping their eyes peeled on him from place to place. It was clear to Habiki that there was a reason that the Hokage instructed that they kept the contents completely secret, and Habiki figured this reason was that it was related to either his clan or Aimi's. He didn't like the idea that the Hokage played with information like a dictator. Informed ninja were deadlier than well-trained sheep.

However, to his surprise, a request came down from the office of the man in question himself. A request that sent himself, Aimi, and some other ninja he's never heard of on a mission that wasn't difficult looking on paper. Who was the third guy? And it seemed like a lengthy time to send high quality shinobi like himself and Aimi on such an easy sounding mission. Escorting just one no-name guy without a reputation from a village near the cloud's border to another? Something wasn't right but he got the feeling he couldn't decline. He'd be all packed with one large bag, waiting for Aimi and this other ninja at the gate.
 
Aimi had had her own share of problems after the mission. Habiki hadn't been the only one with ANBU up in their business. Her Byakugan allowed her to find them. Even without using her eyes, she could hear them, having a very acute sense of hearing. Not quite on the level of the hearing possessed by the Inuzuka Clan, but it was close. She did not appreciate being followed and watched. She dealt with that from her own clan enough. So whenever she was bored and knew that she was being followed by people not from her own clan, she would take them out. Not literally kill them, but disable them to where she could enjoy a few minutes of uninterrupted and unwatched peace and quiet. It earned more than a few reprimands from the Hokage's office, but the way she saw it, ANBU needed to learn how to hide better, or at least learn how to hide from somebody who possessed the Byakugan. She was also annoyed. Events after the mission kept her from Habiki. She greatly enjoyed being in his presence. He made her feel alive. That and she had some pretty important fucking news for him. But then came her chance to see Habiki again. It was her, him, and some other ninja that she didn't know to do a simple escort mission. It seemed like fucking overkill to send two of the Leaf's finest, if not the fucking finest, on such a simple mission, but she was sure Lord Seventh had his reasons. She wasn't going to decline, not when there was a chance she'd see Habiki. She packed up very decently, packing food, water, clothes, ninja tools, medical supplies, some soldier pills, not that she'd need them, but it never hurt to be prepared. She made her way to the gate, her face splitting into very obvious joy upon seeing Habiki.
 
Brooding could seem to be a default for the Uchiha prince who stood near the village gate, casually standing with his back up against a wide wooden fence. His arms were folded and the red and black strands of his hair danced in the wind that moved from side to side all around him. These strands of hair wouldn't make his narrowed eyes blink as he looked upward and to his left at the blue skies that hung over the vast forests beyond the village's gate. His big green back seemed thoroughly packed and he would appear to be dressed even more formally than ever before. Black sneakers and white dress pants were worn with a long black coat that would cover most of his legs if it weren't for the winds, and he still wore the classic black dress shirt he loved so much as well. It'd appear he let his forehead protector pop lazily out of his left breast pocket of the brown coat, unwilling or simply lacking the interest to tie it around his clean untouched forehead. In either case, he wouldn't appear to be happy as he waited. As he heard at least some footsteps he'd smile in an almost goofy contrast to his prior expression. Though, as he turned he'd glare. Before him was a chunin boy with long brown hair in full Leaf Shinobi garb including the Tactical jacket and head band. He was just so green, and clearly quite young. Habiki could acutely sense a lack of recognition and fear behind the boy's swirl-framed and seemingly steamed white glasses. He'd put a growl to his greeting. "They're starting you Chuunins awfully short these days." He stated out loud, picking up his bag despite it's weight and holding it until Aimi would arrive.

As Aimi did, while Habiki ignored the boy's meek feeble attempt to apologize for whatever he did to upset him, Habiki walked right through the gate without looking back. They had a mission to get too and Habiki earnestly didn't know how he was going to approach being level-headed at all after their few days apart. He was clearly missing sleep with all of his time spent being a very bad boy, using his Shinobi techniques counter to the Hokage's wishes and intent. If she wore a frown, how was he supposed to explain himself? If she wore a smile, how could he explain the sneaky betrayals of the Hokage that she so clearly respected? How was he supposed to live with the guilt of not telling her everything? He's supposed to trust her enough to tell her at least this much. How was he supposed to control himself? His sage mode burned along his chakra paths inside his body, dying to feel her again. In all of the ways. But, now they have a nosy honestly totally fine kid in his way. He didn't want the Hyuga clan to get their panties all twisted about their relationship before he could figure out how it was a total inter-clan relations disaster. Fuck he loved her. And he was dying inside by denying himself the ability to make her feel it. "We've got a checkpoint for the night, but if we move fairly fast, we can make our third night's checkpoint with a good day to gather our bearings before meeting the client a day earlier. No objections." He commanded respect with his tone that was both strong but earnest. He wasn't slapping their faces or shouting, but he wasn't asking questions either. "You'll be fine, Hirro. Just move as fast as you can. Aimi and I won't let you out of our sensory ranges at any point." He lied as though It were he with a clever forked tongue, but he did it fairly well before practically flickering right into his first stage non-winged sage mode and rocketing right into the treeline.
 
Aimi was internally shaking her head when she saw Habiki's choice of dress for the mission. It was not a mission to dress to impress, but then again, to each his own. Aimi's forehead protector was around her throat, mainly to hide the bite marks from the first time she and Habiki had fucked. Nobody questioned it. plenty of ninja wore their forehead protectors around their necks. From what she had seen of old pictures, Lady Hinata had done the same when she was a young girl. She stopped herself from making a face when she saw the third person on the mission. He looked super green around the gills, super fresh and new. But then again, chunin had to make their bones sooner or later. Habiki did not seem to be in a good mood, and she was pretty fucking sure it was because of the third person she was now mentally dubbing 'the third wheel'. She was burning on the inside, she wanted to let loose like they had on the mission a few days prior. She lived for days like those. She nodded, listening to Habiki's instructions. She was smirking as she activated her Byakugan, also slipping into her first stage Sage Mode. The slaces came, then the eyes, and then the forked tongue. She turned around to face Hirro, made a scary face, and then ran off into the treeline after Habiki. She knew exactly where Hirro was behind them. Despite the fact that she didn't want a third wheel, they all had to work as a team for a reason. She didn't want to be reprimanded for ditching a teammate. Lord Seventh frowned very strongly on ditching teammates.
 
Even to Hirro, Habiki's wardrobe choice seemed odd for a mission that could involve combat at any moment. In the very least, it couldn't have been a very aerodynamic fashion statement. But, given his launch speed, Hirro assumed he just worked his legs that much harder to move so incredibly fast. He wasn't naive to the idea of sage arts, but he wasn't going to just attribute one thing he didn't understand directly to a technique he also didn't understand fully and didn't have a solid reason to believe they possessed the bridge between the specific attribute for being fast and their Sage Forms. To Aimi's scary face, he frowned and adjusted his glasses that hid his eyes behind them, chasing after the duo before him without managing to necessarily keep up. Hirro just wasn't as fast and probably wouldn't be able to catch up to the Uchiha and Hyuga prodigies. Though, he wasn't to be considered slow when aligned with ninja of his skill level. His nerdy boyish features being shown quite boldly as he couldn't hide them while he was trying to be fast while carrying his stuff.

Habiki got a very nice distance ahead of the other two with his own might, his clothing wearing on him as it tugged through the winds he roared up with his legs and it'd feel as though between his large pack of supplies and the expensive looking clothing feeling as though they were pulling him backward like a parachute. Even still, his body would seem to demand that the very heavens and earth beneath him was left behind as he launched from tree branch to tree branch and easily putting a third of the path between their start point and the third checkpoint they were supposed to reach by day three already. In fact, he made it to the area they were intended to rest at for the first night long long before the Hirro boy was going too. Not that Habiki expected his little third wheel wouldn't be capable of demonstrating a pace that'd successfully get his little ass to the third checkpoint around the time Habiki felt like passing out tonight.

Regardless, just as he stepped foot upon the area he could clearly discern to be their first checkpoint, he'd slap his hand down to the dirt ground of the forest floor. In a sudden tsunami of white puffs that resulted just as his bleeding thumb touched the ground and thousands of intricate little symbols sprang forth in all direction. The might of Habiki's summoning prowess was put of it's fullest display before Aimi to this date as thousands of little bats with fluffy little palm-sized bodies and various little discerning markings that clearly portrayed them as ninja-bats now spread outward from the smoke and right into the forest's shadows around them. In only a few seconds, ultrasonic sounds trailed between these little critters and Habiki, forming a map that his Sage Mode modified brain and body could feel and understand just by receiving the various little clicks from his summoned bats in chains. To humans and even most normal bats, these little sounds were so extreme that they went entirely unheard without explicit training or a bat sage mode to pick them up. He'd stand still now, his back to the direction he came as he waited just momentarily for Aimi to catch up.
 
Aimi reached the checkpoint shortly after Habiki did. She was impressed upon seeing the very wee bats that Habiki summoned, there were so fucking many of them! That and they were very adorable. An unsuspecting stranger might even try to cuddle one, not knowing how dangerous bats could be. Aimi was careful, stopping by sitting in a tree branch, not wanting to get in the way. She was more than happy to observe Habiki working. Hopefully she'd get a chance to show her later stages of her Sage Mode. That or one of her snake summons. The smmons ranged from very little to monster sized, depending on what the situation called for. Little ones were for stealth or assassinations. Big ones were for intimidation and busting down barricades. Her senses were on fire right now. If her senses were on fire now, they'd be a blazing wildfire when she activated higher stages of Sage Mode. More than anything, she wished they could ditch Hirro, even though he was part of the team. This mission could have easily been accomplished by her alone. Habiki alone. Or maybe both of them together. There was no real need for a three person team. She wished she could read minds, understand Lord Seventh's reasoning. It had been long rumored in the clan that Lord Hiashi's Byakugan was so advanced that he actually could read minds. She hoped she could do that one day if the rumor really was true.
 
Habiki stood in the open space intended for their camping this night that they'd be skipping, his well dressed body and sage mode pairing being both odd but gripping to almost any pair of functioning human eye balls. It was just so regal yet his face markings and fangs were so bestial. The clicks he formed against his fangs were audible only to the little bats with their big special ears. In a few moments, they returned environmental information and Aimi's and Hirro's positions to him. Of course, Aimi was already behind him. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Did he turn and talk to her now? Or save it for when they get ready to turn in for the night? What if she was upset with him? Women... He peaked over shoulder and even his sharingan wasn't going to tell him if she was fixing to hug him or gut him for not being around the past couple of days. He knew he was dying to hold her and if she felt the same for him then it'd make perfect sense for her to be upset. There was always the option to sprout wings and get to the village and start the mission early. But, that much was frowned upon since the client likely still had business to do. "Aimi." He spoke her name in his deep bat sage voice with a solemn tone. His head turning forward again and his eyes on the ground. "I missed you a lot." He admitted, trying to gauge her reactions to his words.

Hirro was on his way, working to not be entirely left behind before nightfall. Oblivious to the bat that was currently watching him.
 
Aimi dropped out of the tree, landing soundlessly. There was just something about Habiki that grabbed attention, Sage Mode or not, well dressed or not. She knew they had some time before the third wheel showed up, so they could talk freely. Aimi softly spoke, her serpentine voice present,"Habiki… Hassssss being followed kept you away?... ANBU were consssstantly watching me too." She missed him too, that much was obvious on her face. She was angry, not at him, but at circumstances around them. She spoke again, her serpentine tongue licking her lips,"I have sssssomething important to tell you.... But I do not want to disssstract from the missssion. I do not know how much time we have before the third wheel ssssshowssss up." He could see it in her eyes she spoke the truth, that she indeed had something important to tell him. She did not want to distract him from the mission, she didn't know if there was even time right now, but she did not want to wait, she didn't want to keep things from him.
 
Upon her landing his right eye was already on her again, his sharingan looking over her body language and her facial expressions. The ones that humans were aware of and control with ease and then ones that were often thought to be subconscious and difficult to weave expertly while lying. Not that he assumed that she was there to trick him. His tongue moved between his fangs once more along with his lightened hair and red shades strands of hair dancing in the wind around him. They were alone. "Aimi." He spoke her name again, clearly using it as a sort of personal mantra along with making sure he captured her full attention on his words as he spoke. They weren't in a time of comfort. There was no reason to believe that around any corner they could have to fight for their lives. He approached her, one step and then the other before he could lean in and trap her in his arms. His face burrowed between her jawline and shoulder as though he were brushing his lips along her forehead protector's strap. He could show how much he needed her, how much he cherished having her, without having to say a word. But, one would imagine the way he spoke her name like a man lost in the dessert muttering about the water he couldn't find, that it was pretty obvious. He loved her forked tongue, the way her sage mode made her speak, music to his ears. Even as he received signals almost like his own personal sonar depicting that a small crew of the bat's were already halfway between checkpoints two and three. His summoning arts tricks had only just begun, but all he wanted to do was to keep holding his princess of snakes so close and tightly against his body. "I could have disarmed them and strong-armed my way into seeing you if I truly couldn't stomach another minute. It was awful, but the kind of dirt I'm shoveling isn't for you, Aimi. I wouldn't want us both to become targets. They've got no evidence that you're up to no good. But..." He pulled back to look right into her eyes, he'd seem tired with a weak and sincere smile."The day was going to come shortly where I couldn't take it and I don't wanna repeat the treacherous things I would have done to force my way to you." He admitted fully that it was hard for him.

One of the little bats with big fluffy ears landed on his shoulder. He'd peer to the critter and nod. "Hirro is faster than I estimated. But, it will be a handsome chunk of time before he gets within earshot." The bat then took off, back to it's nearby perch, Habiki looking back to her. "We can discuss our plan for the third wheel later. For now, you'll have to tell me. Because it's already going to distract me trying to figure out what you want to say anyway. I'm an obtusely curious person."
 
Aimi moved like a ghost towards him, so silent was her movements. She melted into his touch when he embraced her, relaxing as his face burrowed into her neck. God almighty, she had missed his touch, not having him near her these past few days displeased her to no end. Her arms would wrap around him as well, her scaly hands running along his back. She spoke,"Having my busssinesss poked and pried into wasss not appreciated. I disssabled them whenever they got too obviousss." She made a face when he said that Hirro was faster than expected. She hissed her great displeasure. She spoke,"Habiki… I'm pregnant. You're going to be a Father." Only Tsunade knew. When she had been throwing up in the morning the past few days she had suspected, but went to Lady Fifth for confirmation. She knew Tsunade wouldn't betray her confidence. It was a sacred law amongst medical ninja to never betray such confidences. She knew the ANBU didn't know, she had disabled the ones that were too close when she got near Tsunade's residence. To all outer appearances, she had just gone in for a regular health checkup. It'd be harder to hide later on, but she didn't plan on hiding. She was not ashamed of her love for Habiki.
 
Her arms looping around him and her hands rhymed with scales running up and down Habiki's back was a welcomed reprieve from the garish line he's been walking between honest investigation and bold-faced treachery. Maybe she didn't feel the gravity around this stressed man lift dramatically upon her returned touch, but she really did quickly make things better. What was it about their love that made him so irrationally insane about everything? He's gone from calm even handed chess play with every action to letting his emotions guide him face first into danger. But, it's something he'd make the same decision on a second time. Having Aimi's touch and her words brought the radiant warmth of the sun to Habiki's dark cold sky.

And then he stopped cuddling warmly to her body to peel his way back and finally process her comment about being followed. "If they're going to treat you like a criminal anyway, then why am I suffocating myself to keep you clean of it?" He narrowed his eyes a bit in frustration, though this frustration wasn't focused upon her. Treating her this way couldn't have been the Hokage's doing. No. Habiki didn't believe it would be. Naruto may lack a certain tact in some departments, but mistreating even his clearly most loyal family this way should surely make even that man's stomach do flips. Habiki was a practical man, and even he didn't see much reason in putting Aimi under such surveillance. Whoever twisted the chain of events that kept the vessel secret from him, and put Aimi under the same scrutiny as himself was surely going to get their ass reamed now. And he wasn't even sure if he'd allow them to live on the virtue of likely being a Leaf Shinobi either. And thanks to this sort of treatment against the so easily provably innocent Hyuga woman within his arms, Habiki would be in the right to proceed with his actions behind the scenes now.

Her next words caught him by surprise, even if they really really shouldn't have. Almost immediately his face blanked and his head turned just slightly. In a very very rare moment, Habiki was quite clearly lost for words and clear direct thought. Like a searing white anvil dropped upon the cheese-y sponge that would represent his grey matter, the news really hit him with a tsunami of emotions and thoughts. Practically speaking, he was a fool to not have at least assumed this was the news after what they'd gotten up too. They were both obscenely healthy practically supernatural humans, the concept of his seed not impregnating her after their very first time was inconceivable from a biological standpoint. He wasn't a scientist, so he was no expert, but he was likely to go so far as to suggest that their abnormal bodies both possessed rare and potent regenerative properties. They broke and shattered, bent and twisted, and then repaired and recovered from their exclusively painful and physically and mentally taxing training throughout their entire lives. Why wouldn't her body and his seed be more than capable of ensuring a viable offspring even if there were inconveniences they didn't expect that would otherwise stop normal humans from making a baby? There just wasn't a reason for him to not expect this. Well, perhaps he didn't anticipate medical ninja's capabilities of confirming pregnancies. It wasn't like he followed the process closely at any given point of time. He was a killing machine, not a wet nurse. Though, it'd be a lie to say that he didn't at least read into such bodily systems to get a rudimentary functioning understanding of how babies were made.

He found his smile and blinked to keep a very very faint wetness from forming his left eye, the softness melting to warmth instead as he slowly began to kneel down without actually pressing his knees to the ground at any point. Almost a squat, actually, until he could navigate her mission garb and then press his cheek to her bare belly despite knowing there wasn't going to be anything to hear or feel yet. This was a gesture of love for her and their eventual offspring anyway. He'd even drop the need to appear cool by letting the displaced bottom of her mission wear's top rest on his head and in his hair as he took her hips in his palms and brush his cheek against her belly. "I..." He started trying to maintain his composure that made him so ominous but croaking in genuine emotions almost immediately. Instead, opting to hum softly in the absence of his suave words to comfort her belly with the vibrations and her ears with his satisfied sounds. Finally, he'd trust himself to speak, but just above a whisper with a wild mix of happy and excited and dash of anxiety that'd understandably follow large shifts in someone's life. But, he didn't hide from it or run. He was going to be a daddy. "This is a blessing in a hundred different ways, love." He whispered for her to hear, finally retrieving the cheek he brushed along her belly and letting her clothing drop once more before standing and pressing his forehead to her own such that their bangs of dark-colored hair inter-weaved and his onyx colored and very human eyes looked right into her own. "I'll hold you and our babies as fondly as I did today for the rest of my life. You're going to be a mother, Aimi. To our healthy children and precisely what I've been waiting for, and I hope you don't find this sort of thing to be cowardly, but..." He smiled with a little mischief, looking down for the ground but finding her gorgeous breasts smushed against his chest instead. "Well, the Hyuga are all so proud and I think they'd fight our marriage with every tooth and finger they got unsuccessfully. I didn't want to let anything like that happen, because hurting your family would be hurting my family by definition... now. Get it?" He tried to describe his line of thought without outright saying that he just didn't want a literal war to stand between them with their loved ones lives on the line when it could otherwise be avoided. "I've gone and robbed them of the chance to express their dissatisfaction. Not because I was worried you'd let that change your mind, I know nobody can sincerely get between us. But, because I didn't want them to get hurt if things got... less civil. That makes sense, right? I mean, now they're my family too. Family shouldn't fight family."
 
Aimi loved Habiki's touch greatly. Before properly meeting him at Ichiraku's what felt like an eternity ago, she felt like a lost soul, looking for her other half, doing things to distract from such an empty feeling in her life. Habiki was that other half she had been looking for so long, he completed her, filled that empty space in her heart. For a moment, after she had told him that she was pregnant, she was sure Habiki was broken. He didn't speak, he didn't move, he didn't even seem to comprehend what she had said to him. After a few moments, he seemed to wake up, squat, and place his head to her stomach. She softly spoke,"To our future sons and daughter, my beloved. It matters not to me as long as they're healthy upon birth." She ran her fingers through that silky soft hair of his. Once he stood up again, their eyes locked. She spoke,"It's so much more than blessings, Habiki. It's love, proof of what we have together. I don't care if the Hyuga don't like it. If they don't like it, that's their problem. If they don't like it, they can fight me over it. But beloved, I understand what you say in every way. But what would your clan say? What would the Uchiha think of such a union?" Would their children have Sharingan or Byakugan or one of each? Which surname would they use if the children inherited the dojutsu from both clans? There was so much to think about, but Aimi didn't care, she was happy, and glad Habiki was happy.
 
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