Children and devil fruits
Mikoto's POV:
Waking up, Mikoto was disconcerted and discomposed. She also had a terrifying headache.
Why was she on a hot island? The hot weather should've been the last of her concerns, but it made the head pain more disagreeable.
But then again, this head problem aside, why was she here?
Didn't she die?
Or was it the afterlife?
Also, why do I feel so weak?
'Huh?'
'Who's that?'
Turning her achy head, as she felt like she could soon swoon from pain if not from panic, which never happened to her in three decades, she soon noticed that she wasn't alone in this place.
There was a boy, of blond, bright hair, sitting behind her. With a contemplative expression on his face.
She wasn't alone… But who was he?
Why did he look so serious?
People were society, people to talk to. It wasn't loneliness.
Not sure if she should be happy, yet unable to fight her human nature, Mikoto, who still didn't know why the boy looked like he did, felt a little relieved.
It was only when she met his eyes, the naked boy's eyes, that she started attending to a relevant matter.
'I'm naked!'
'He's naked!'
'Oh Lord!!!!'
The boy sitting up there, up the shore, with a confident look, wasn't a fully grown man. But he wasn't a child either. He seemed to be of age, to long for, make that fatal move on a defenseless female…
Mikoto was a kunoichi. She wasn't weak, but her body, a body very different now that she sensed it, seemed to be.
Standing, due to the scare, to run if need be, as she covered her vaginal access and her big breasts, which were so much more prodigious than she recalled, she heard the boy speak.
He smiled and asked something which stunned her, had her flinch. Which greatly relaxed, loosened her inner hoo-ha, even if not her hands.
… Fuss or no fuss, her hands stayed and would keep staying right where they dwelled.
He said, "Hi, Hello there, auntie. Do you know a Sasuke?"
"Sasuke?"
"You know my Sasuke?!"
Mikoto immediately communicated back, inquired.
Maybe this boy was her son's friend?!
But... Did her son have friends after that catastrophe?
It would be good if he did.
With an intense, unstoppable curiosity, Mikoto verbalized with the boy.
Talking with him, she learned terrific things each time he opened his mouth. Such as him being her best friend's son. Not just her son's best friend.
What wasn't terrific was their current situation.
Nonetheless, she soon found how the boy, Naruto, a boy she should have recognized, here and back there, had a euphoric, cheerful charm.
... He was also a little pervert.
Which was okay.
She would have minded if he wasn't cute. But he was.
Because he was, she found herself a little receptive to his awkward little flirtation.
Mikoto wasn't easy, but seeing her son's friend looking at her with so much force, so much greed, and speak such confident, flattering words, she couldn't help being a woman.
Which was innocent and meant nothing about what she would do. How she would behave.
There was just something about a young man and a woman of her age being alone on an island. A deserted island.
Mikoto's thoughts run fast. And some of her inner fantasies, fantasies she had in childhood, remained unexplored. Unspoken.
Fugaku was never one for vacations and romantic getaways.
Doing the Seiza sitting posture, they both died talented, overworked, unemotional, expressionless. Just how he liked his household and his household members to stay.
.......
Naruto's POV:
'What the fuck.'
In the real time, Naruto cut off his stupid cock exhibition.
After he felt his balls, and the strange aura in it, Naruto made an odd discovery.
He was looking at a curious window right now.
Wondering where he was supposed to procure devil fruits for the women he needed to tame with those balls, Pokeballs, he soon came to the realization, the conclusion that his powers weren't as relaxed as he supposed.
Love was supposed to bear fruits?
Devil fruits?
There was even a gestation period? What about children, then?
He couldn't have those?
Damn!