Naruto: reborn as an Uzumaki

Tsunade continued to hold Kenshin tightly, letting him cry freely as his emotions poured out. Suu, sitting nearby, stretched her arms with a yawn, leaning back against the wall with a small, knowing smile. The room fell into a comforting silence, broken only by the soft sound of Kenshin's sobs.

After some time, Kenshin's cries quieted, and he pulled back slightly, wiping his tears with his sleeve. His voice was hoarse but filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tsunade-sama. For everything. For being here for me, for doing all this…"

Tsunade waved her hand dismissively, her tone casual yet warm. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Kenshin. We're family. That's all there is to it, and that's all the reason I need. And for the record, my offer still stands.

If you ever need someone to talk to, someone apart from your mother or sister, you can come to me. Shizune and I will always have your back."

Kenshin nodded, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "I'll remember that. Thank you, Tsunade-sama. And Suu-san… thank you, too."

Suu smirked, brushing imaginary dust off her pants as she got to her feet. "Of course. Though I expect to be compensated for my time, naturally. Nothing's free in this world, after all."

Kenshin chuckled weakly, appreciating her humor. But then, a sudden thought crossed his mind, and he straightened up. "Oh, right." He made a hand seal, deactivating the shadow clone jutsu. His eyes widened slightly as the memories of his clone flowed into his mind. A groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his temples.

"What is it?" Tsunade asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm in trouble," Kenshin muttered, his voice tinged with dread. "My sister's mad at me. I need to get home. Like, right now."

Suu laughed, crossing her arms. "Good luck with that. And don't forget to swing by my office tomorrow. We'll discuss my payment then."

Kenshin nodded quickly, grabbing his jacket from the coat hanger. "Got it. Thank you again, both of you." He bowed slightly before heading out the door, leaving behind a light breeze as he vanished into the village streets.

Kenshin moved swiftly, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. His steps felt unusually light, almost as if the wind itself was supporting him.

The guilt that had plagued him for weeks had been lifted, replaced by a sense of urgency and relief. He needed to see Akane—to be with her, to make things right. Nothing else mattered now.

As Kenshin disappeared into the distance, Inoichi Yamanaka arrived at the Hokage's residence. He knocked firmly, and Tsunade opened the door, leaning against the frame with a curious expression.

"Inoichi? What brings you here first thing in the morning?" she asked.

Inoichi bowed his head slightly. "Tsunade-sama, as the Hokage, it's your responsibility to prevent reckless actions that could endanger your citizens."

Tsunade's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Suu," Inoichi replied, his tone calm but sharp. "You allowed her to conduct her so-called 'therapy' on a patient who was so mentally unstable that he nearly killed her just yesterday. That was irresponsible, even for you. Now, where is she?"

Tsunade hesitated before stepping aside, motioning for him to enter. "She's in the living room. But I don't see why—"

Before she could finish, Inoichi spotted Suu sitting casually on the couch, a cup of tea in her hands. His sharp gaze noted that the tea remained untouched, and his eyes darkened.

He strode over, grabbed Suu's face, and pried her mouth open, inhaling deeply. His expression turned grim.

"You took the enhancement drug," he said flatly. "The one I explicitly banned. And judging by the strength of the scent, it wasn't long ago. Do you have any idea how dangerous that drug is? You could've died!"

Suu's carefree demeanor faltered. "Inoichi—"

Inoichi grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His smile was calm, almost eerily so. "We're done here. You're abusing my lenience, Suu, but not anymore. I'm revoking your therapist's license. Today!"

Suu tried to protest, but the look in her husband's eyes—a mix of anger, pain, and concern—silenced her. She sighed, turning to Tsunade with a small, reassuring wink. "Don't worry, Hokage-sama. I'll figure this out."

Tsunade crossed her arms, frowning. "Inoichi, don't be too hard on her."

But Inoichi didn't respond. He simply turned and dragged Suu out of the residence, the door slamming shut behind them.

Tsunade let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "What a morning…" she muttered, taking Suu's cup of tea, saying that there's no point in wasting it.

Meanwhile, Kenshin landed softly at the front door of his home in the Uchiha compound, pausing to take a steadying breath. After the emotional whirlwind of the past hours, he wanted to set things right, especially with Akane. Gathering his courage, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

To his surprise, instead of the usual empty living room when Akane was out training, he found her sitting on the couch, watching TV. She perked up when she noticed him enter. "Welcome back," she greeted, her tone casual yet warm.

Kenshin raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be training with Kakashi? Did something come up?"

Akane shrugged, standing up and walking toward him. "I'm a clone," she explained simply. "Of course the real me went to training. You know I'm not the type to skip training for no reason."

Kenshin nodded, slightly relieved. He hesitated for a moment, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Nee-san… I wanted to say I'm sorry for lying to you yesterday. There was something I had to do, and I couldn't tell you. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Akane shook her head, her expression softening. "I'm sorry too. I know you didn't mean it, and I was too harsh on you last night. Just… don't lie to me again, okay? If there's something you can't tell me, just say that you can't tell me. That's enough for me."

Kenshin smiled, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "I'll remember that," he promised. Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss lingered, both of them savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. When Kenshin finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, looking her in the eye.

"Where's Aunt Yukari?" he asked softly.

"She's at the Uzumaki library," Akane replied. "Learning some new sealing jutsu."

Kenshin nodded, a playful smile creeping onto his face. "Alright. Don't dispel. I'm going to find the real you right now. I want to give you a surprise."

The clone Akane blinked in mild confusion but nodded. "Sure… go ahead."

Kenshin darted out of the house, his steps light and full of purpose. The clone Akane stood by the doorway, watching him go with a bemused expression. She chuckled softly to herself.

"That brat's way too excited today. Maybe I should get mad at him more often if it makes him this eager to make up afterward." Her lips curled into a small, affectionate smile. "Seeing him like this… it makes my heart swell."

With that, she turned back toward the couch, settling in to finish whatever she'd been watching, a contented feeling warming her chest.

Kenshin arrived at training ground 7 in no time, halting behind a tree as he surveyed the scene. Akane was in the middle of practicing her moves, her strikes sharp and precise as Kakashi observed silently with his usual nonchalance.

A mischievous grin curled on Kenshin's lips. Without a word, he used the body flicker jutsu, closing the distance between them in an instant and launching a punch at Akane from behind.

Akane sensed him just in time, dodging his attack effortlessly. "Seriously?" she muttered as she spun to face him, only for Kenshin to come at her again with another attack.

She sighed but smirked, deciding to play along. Their fists collided, the air around them crackling with the intensity of their sparring.

Akane activated her Sharingan, her eyes narrowing as she read his movements. Kenshin mirrored her, activating his own Sharingan and matching her lightning-fast reflexes with ease.

The pace of their exchange quickened, their movements a blur to anyone without a Sharingan. Despite her best efforts, Akane found herself slowly being overwhelmed.

Kenshin's strikes were precise and unrelenting, his energy different—more determined, more focused.

"You should practice taijutsu with someone who can actually match your visual prowess pound for pound," Kenshin teased, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

Akane scoffed, unfazed. "Big words coming from a brat who's never won a duel against me. Acting smug after attacking me from behind while I'm exhausted? How low."

Despite her confident words, she was struggling to keep up. His movements were sharper, more refined than usual. Before long, she was knocked to the ground, landing with a soft thud.

Kenshin extended a hand to help her up, his grin still in place. As she took his hand, he wiped the little bit of blood from her lips with his thumb, a tender gesture that caught her off guard.

As Akane studied him, something caught her eye. "Kenshin," she started, tilting her head in confusion. "Is it just me, or is your hair brighter now?"

Kenshin ran a hand through his hair casually, as if brushing off her observation. "You must be mistaken. I'm the same Kenshin I've always been—your little brat."

Akane gave him a skeptical look but decided to let it slide for now. Kenshin turned his attention to Kakashi, his grin returning. "Hey, Kakashi-san, mind if I borrow my sister for the rest of the day?"

Kakashi, who hadn't looked up from his book until now, glanced at Kenshin and shrugged. "Go ahead. At least it'll give me a chance to finish this volume."

Kenshin smirked, crossing his arms. "You know, you should ease up on reading porn and try to get into an actual relationship. The real thing is way better than whatever's in those books. And, who knows, there might be someone interested in you."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Oh? And who would that be?"

Akane's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she realized who Kenshin was hinting at. "It's someone from your class," she chimed in, enjoying the look of confusion on Kakashi's face.

"Why would anyone be interested in me?" Kakashi asked, genuinely puzzled.

Akane chuckled, shaking her head. "That's up to you to figure out. But you'd better hurry before you miss your window. And, well… festivals tend to feel romantic. Maybe it's time to take that person out on a date."

Kakashi blinked, clearly not expecting this turn of conversation. Before he could respond, Akane allowed Kenshin to take her into his arms.

In an instant, Kenshin activated his Wind Chakra Mode, the chakra around him glowing faintly as he took off into the sky, leaving Kakashi staring up at them.

As they disappeared into the distance, Kakashi leaned back against a tree, rubbing the back of his neck. "Someone… from my class?" he muttered to himself, utterly baffled. "Who on earth would be interested in someone like me?"

On the other hand, Kenshin soared through the skies with Akane holding onto him tightly, her grip firm around his shoulders. "Don't fly this high!" she called out, her voice carrying over the rushing wind.

Kenshin smirked mischievously, his dark red hair catching the sunlight as he glanced down at her. "Oh? I could go higher if you want."

Akane shot him a sharp glare, her dark eyes narrowing. "If you go any higher, I won't have sex with you for a week."

For a moment, Kenshin's flight faltered, his chakra fluctuating ever so slightly as her words registered. He quickly composed himself, letting out a soft cough to cover his reaction. "Fine, fine," he muttered, descending to a more reasonable altitude as they approached the Uchiha compound.

He landed gracefully at the front door, deactivating his Wind Chakra Mode and setting Akane down gently. She brushed herself off as she turned to the door, deactivating the shadow clone she had left at home. The memories of the clone flowed back to her, and a small smirk played on her lips.

"So, the clone already apologized to you?" she teased, a knowing gleam in her eyes.

Kenshin didn't answer. Instead, he stepped forward, scooping her into his arms in a sudden bridal-style carry. Akane gasped, momentarily caught off guard by his unexpected intensity. "Kenshin—"

He pushed the door open with his foot, not saying a word, his expression focused and slightly flushed. Without hesitation, he carried her upstairs, straight to her room.

Akane, still surprised, studied his face, noticing the heat that spread across his cheeks and the determined glint in his eyes.

Her own face warmed as realization dawned on her. Although she was usually the one to take the lead during their "activities", this time, it seemed the roles had shifted.

Kenshin was clearly the one more overwhelmed with desire, his intensity taking her off guard but exciting her nonetheless.

She said nothing, her lips curling into a small smile as she let herself be carried away, knowing full well where this was going.

Kenshin kicked open Akane's door with his foot, the door slamming shut behind him with a thud that echoed through the empty house. His arms cradled her firmly, her body warm and pliant against his chest as he carried her to the bed.

The second he set her down, she barely had time to adjust before he was on her, his lips crashing into hers with a hunger that left her breathless.

His tongue slipped past her parted lips, coiling around hers in a deep, claiming kiss that made her toes curl. When he finally pulled back, they were both gasping for air, their eyes locked in a heated stare.

"This time," Kenshin began, his voice low and commanding, "I'm going to be the one in control. If that's okay with you."

Akane's lips curved into a sly smile, her hands already sliding up his shoulders. "Do your worst," she murmured, her tone daring but her eyes alight with anticipation.

He reached over to her dresser, fumbling for a condom, but her hand caught his wrist, stopping him mid-motion. "No," she breathed, her voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "I want it raw this time. I'll get pills tomorrow."

Kenshin paused, his gaze flickering to hers for a moment before he nodded, his expression hardening with determination. Without another word, his hands went to her top, yanking the zipper down in one swift motion.

He didn't even wait for her to shrug it off before his mouth was on her, his lips sealing around one of her breasts, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple.

One hand cupped her other breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in slow, deliberate circles, while his other hand slid down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants.

Her breath hitched as his fingers found her clit, already swollen and slick with arousal. He wasn't holding back tonight. His touch was firm, almost demanding, as he rubbed her in tight, focused circles that had her hips bucking against his hand.

She could feel the heat building between her legs, pooling low in her stomach, but just as she was about to lose herself to it, his voice cut through the haze of pleasure.

"You're not allowed to cum," he said, pulling his hand away and leaving her aching. His eyes met hers, dark and intense, and she could see the resolve there—the same resolve she usually wore when she took control. "Not until I say so."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a sharp look before moving lower, his lips trailing hot kisses down her stomach. He nipped at her skin here and there, sucking just hard enough to leave faint marks that wouldn't disappear soon.

Every touch, every kiss, was calculated to drive her closer to the edge without letting her fall. By the time he reached her thighs, her entire body was trembling, her fingers gripping the sheets in desperation.

"Kenshin," she gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to push her hips toward him. "Please—"

"No," he interrupted, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "You always push me like this. It's only fair I return the favor."

He leaned in then, his mouth hovering just above her pulsing pussy, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath but not close enough to give her what she needed.

Akane whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair as she tried to pull him closer, but he resisted, keeping her right on the edge of madness.

Her clit throbbed, begging for attention, but he kept his mouth just out of reach, teasing her with light pecks along her thighs.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she cried out, "Please, Kenshin! I need you!"

His response was immediate. His mouth closed over her pussy, his tongue pressing flat against her folds before diving in to lap at her entrance.

The sound she made was desperate, primal, as he worked her with expert precision, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, fluttering flicks.

His hands gripped her hips, pinning her in place as his tongue dragged over her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, her back arching off the bed as she came with a loud, unrestrained moan. Her release coated his face, dripping down his chin as he continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was limp and trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, a satisfied smirk played on his lips as he licked the remnants of her cum from his mouth. "Huh," he mused, his voice rough and slightly hoarse. "It's surprisingly sweet. I thought it'd be saltier. But it's… delicious."

Akane stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. His head rested between her thighs, his chin propped on her mound as he looked up at her with those piercing black eyes.

There was something different about him tonight—something wild and untamed that sent a shiver down her spine.

"You failed," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I told you not to cum, and you failed to do that. That means you need to be punished."

Her eyes widened, her heart racing as she realized what he meant. Before she could respond, his mouth was on her again, his tongue delving deep as he lapped at her sensitive flesh.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled back, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"I won't stop," he warned, his voice low and dangerous, "until you're completely drained. Until you can't think straight. Until you pass out from exhaustion."

Akane gulped, her mind reeling at the sudden shift in his demeanor. This wasn't the Kenshin she was used to—the one who let her lead, who followed her pace. No, this Kenshin was in complete control, and the realization sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a shaky gasp as he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

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