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Chapter 2

by Ren421

Naruto's Point of View

Category: Naruto - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Erotica,Romance - Characters: Naruto,Sasuke - Warnings: [X] [Y] - Published: 2009-10-20 - Updated: 2009-10-20 - 1359 words - Complete

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Innocence From Ashes
Chapter 2

Naruto was currently in the very last stages of childhood, just before the onset of awkward adolescence, and he was loving it. If his life was a little unconventional, well, that was alright. And if not every blond haired, blue eyed boy didn’t have a fox the size of a pony for a loving parent, well, he neither knew that, nor would he have cared if he did. Kyuubi was the best Chichiue anyone could have, and he was content. Specially since he had the dark, sometimes dour, and always competitive Sasuke as a littermate. Ah, yes, life was very good indeed.

Naruto didn’t remember dying a scant week ago, nor did he remember his highly unorthodox rebirth. He didn’t remember his first mouthful of Kitsune milk, though he could still vaguely recall suckling from his Chichiue’s furry breast hungrily and greedily. He could still remember how he and Sasuke would tussle for the fullest teat, and how the milk was just a little more sweeter when he won than when he didn’t. But that was okay, too. Because he loved Sasuke with every fiber of his being, and didn’t mind sharing both sweet milk and sweeter victory.

He didn’t really remember his second day of life, as a sweet and plump infant, gurgling contently in the nest of his Chichiue’s body and tails, rolling around with an equally plump and innocent littermate, both of them waving their tiny fists, and kicking their pink little feet. He couldn’t recall the first time he’d gently gnawed Sasuke’s dimpled fist, nor when Sasuke had likewise gnawed his. Neither of them had really known what a hand was, nor whose was whose. And if the vague recollection of scooting about on his hands and knees that day was a little vague, well, it really wasn’t worth mentioning now, was it?

He did, however, remember his third day, watching Sasuke pull himself up and stagger about. He found the whole affair vastly amusing, and had laughed and chuckled until tears rolled from his big blue eyes. But Sasuke on his feet could move quicker than a littermate on his hands and knees, and that was not to be endured. However, his loving Sasuke had been there to pull him right up along side, and had been with him for his first tottering footsteps.

And the next day, why, just three days ago, he’d had his first taste of meat. Chichiue’s milk, though still as beloved and sweet as ever, just wasn’t filling enough anymore. And so, like the loving and nurturing parent he was, Kyuubi had procured a plump and healthy deer, and presented them with their first solid food. The meat was raw, and messy, and tasted horrible. He’d choked and gagged, and thought he might spew. And how Sasuke had laughed at him. He’d almost cried, he’d been so bereft at that. But his littermate had comforted him, without apologizing of course, and all was well. Apologies were big things, Naruto knew, big and sometimes scary, and so, could wait until they were really needed. Which, hopefully, they would never be. But his Chichiue had taken pity on him, and on Sasuke, who had found the raw and bloody meat almost as unpalatable. Naruto had nobly refrained from teasing his littermate. Nobly, I tell you. Being able to tease Sasuke was no easy feat. But he loved his littermate, with all that he had inside him, and so achieved that little miracle. Anyway, Kyuubi had taken pity on them both, and had breathed a long and smoky jet of fire on the meat, until it was brown and rich and tasty. Oh, yes, he well remembered the first heavenly bites of roasted venison. Oh! And that was the day their Chichiue had dragged home clothes. They weren’t the ones he was wearing now, naturally. Those were far too small to fit his robust and growing form. At first he hadn’t liked them at all. They were confining, a little itchy, and he couldn’t feel Sasuke’s smooth and creamy skin against him so warm and silky through them. But, they did have their advantages. It hurt less to fall down, when tender knees and elbows had something covering them. And it was so much more comfy at night, when the cool and starry breezes chilled him when he rolled away from his snuggly littermate, and warm Chichiue in his sleep.

And he definitely remembered yesterday! He would never, ever forget yesterday. It was the first time Sasuke had kissed him. It was so sweet, and his littermate’s lips were so warm and soft, and made him all tingly squirmy in his tummy. Oh, yes indeedy. Until then, his favorite things to do had been to run and play and tussle with his Sasuke, but now… Mercy. He quickly grew addicted to his littermate’s lips, to those exciting kisses that seemed to last forever. And when Sasuke held him so close, and so tight, it was like being in heaven. He would never, ever get enough.

Oh my, yes. Life was so good. It was yummy and scrumptious and delicious. Delicious was his new word of the day. Sasuke had taught it to him. He’d said that Naruto was so delicious, that he could just eat him up. Sometimes it was annoying how Sasuke seemed to do everything first, and knew so much more than him. It was really quite unfair, seeing as they had been born on the same day. But such was life, and though his littermate did lord it over him more than a little, well, Sasuke more than made up for it by loving him so much, and being so protective and possessive about him. He had taken him to get new clothes, since yesterday’s were so tight. Why, he couldn’t even get his pants on. Not that Sasuke had minded so much. He so loved to touch the blonde’s body, and the less clothes Naruto wore, the happier his littermate seemed to be. Which, in turn, naturally, made Naruto happier. Not that Sasuke’s kisses, and these new and exciting caresses and hugs weren’t ecstasy in and of themselves. Because they were. How he cried out at the explosion of sensation that had resonated through his body when Sasuke took him to the river to swim. Only, they’d never got in the water. They’d been too tired after the pleasure, and had dozed until lunch.

So, life was good, it had started good, and would stay good. Both his Chichiue and Sasuke had told him so. They had promised to make it so, and Naruto was content to let them. And tomorrow promised to be even better. Chichiue had laughed and said he was shooting up like a weed, and it a few days, why, he would be a man. Goodness! Wouldn’t that be wonderful? In any event, he would be tall enough to reach that farmer’s clothesline himself, and this time he would choose the color of his clothes. Hmm… something orange, he thought. Yes. It was such a bright and cheerful color, and he was so fond of it! Sasuke liked the darker shades, but ah, for Naruto, it was life and verve and dash all the way!

Yes, he was really looking forward to tomorrow. It was exciting to imagine what new discoveries he and his littermate would make, because life, and the world, was so very interesting. It would be cool to see how many inches had stretched between his growth mark on the big willow by their den from today, and if it would be a bigger number than from the one the day before that. And what was more, and here Naruto’s knees grew weak with desire, he wondered what new pleasures Sasuke would introduce him to next. Yes…. He loved life, and couldn’t wait to live some more.

Would tomorrow never come?
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