Echoes of a Name
The sun blazed over Konoha, its light flooding the Hokage's office as Naruto Uzumaki stood before Tsunade's desk, the "Saruto" pendant dangling from his fingers. Its Uzumaki spiral gleamed, the inscription "For Saruto", a gnawing enigma since Echo tossed it in the ravine. Sasuke leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his silence a blade. Sakura sat nearby, green eyes darting between Naruto and the pendant, tension carving lines into her face. Shikamaru slouched by the map, Temari and Kankuro steady beside him, their Sand presence a quiet anchor after the night's battle.
Tsunade leaned back, the Uzumaki scroll spread open, its cryptic words: "shadows cast from tomorrow" staring up. "Echo gave you this?" she asked, voice low, taking the pendant. "And the leader portaled out, 'the future's set.' What else?"
Naruto rubbed his neck, Temari's cave heat still simmering in his veins. "Echo said Sansuke'd be proud—knew my moves, like he told her. The scroll guy summoned shadow beasts, then bolted. They're linked, and this" he nodded at the pendant "Saruto. Mean anything?"
Tsunade traced the spiral, brow furrowing. "I decoded more of the scroll last night. 'Future echoes', vague, but 'Saruto' isn't in any Uzumaki record. No clan, no ghost. This pendant's old, yet… too pristine, like it's new."
Shikamaru stepped forward, frowning. "Like that seal, advanced, not ancient. These rogues... Sansuke, Echo... why's their stuff feel… out of time?"
"'Time's watching,'" Sasuke said, voice cold. "Her words."
Naruto's gut twisted, Kurama's growl echoing, "He's yours, brat, and he's coming.", "Kurama says it's future stuff too," he muttered. "Saruto's… mine, somehow."
Sakura's eyes widened. "Yours? What does that mean?"
"Dunno," Naruto said, catching her gaze—her tension thick, a desperate edge sharpening her look. "Fox riddles."
Tsunade sighed, pocketing the pendant. "We'll dig deeper. Rest up.... Kurotsuchi's due with intel. Naruto, you're lead. Don't screw it up."
Dismissed, the team scattered, but Naruto lingered, the pendant's weight heavy. That night, he dreamt, Sansuke's voice: *"Don't fail her."* Konoha burning, a girl's shadow—then he jolted awake, sweat-soaked. A knock... Sakura at his door, medic bag in hand. "You're hurt," she said, stepping in, voice tight. "Ravine cuts—let me fix 'em."
He sat on his bed, shirt off, as she patched a gash... her fingers trembling, lingering too long. "Sakura-chan," he said, soft, grabbing her wrist. "What's wrong? You've been off"
"Since Shizune," she snapped, pulling back, eyes blazing. "I saw you... her hands on you, your groans. Then Temari, Tsunade? What am I, Naruto?" Her voice cracked—hurt, jealousy, longing spilling out.
He stood, hands up. "Sakura, you're my friend... Sasuke's too. He loves you. I can't—"
"Don't," she cut in, stepping closer, breath hot. "Don't hide behind him. I've waited—watched you with them. I need you." Her hand grazed his chest, desperate, trembling.
Naruto backed up, heart pounding. "Sasuke... he'd hate me. I won't betray him"
"I don't care!" she shouted, shoving him against the wall, her body pressing in—curves firm, skirt riding up. "I've loved you too, always. Stop pushing me away." Her lips hovered, quivering, and he turned his head, jaw clenched.
"Sakura, no... Sasuke's my brother. I can't" She grabbed his face, kissing him fierce, hungry, tongue probing. He pushed back, hands on her shoulders. "Stop—I won't do this to him"
"Please," she begged, voice breaking, dropping to her knees, yanking his pants down... his cock sprang free, thick and hard despite his protests. "I need you," she whispered, gripping him, stroking slow, firm, her fingers tight, her desperation a wildfire. He groaned, walls cracking as she leaned in, lips brushing the tip—soft, then ravenous, taking him deep.
"Fuck....Sakura..." he rasped, hands fisting as she sucked.. her mouth hot, wet, tongue swirling around his head, then sliding down, stretching her lips wide. She took him deeper, gagging hard, throat spasming, drool spilling, her eyes watering as she forced him in, the wet, filthy sound echoing. Her head bobbed, relentless—sucking fierce, licking every vein, gagging again as she hit the base, her moans vibrating through him... saliva dripping, coating him, her hands cupping his balls, rolling them with a desperate edge. "So good," she mumbled around him, voice muffled, her tears streaking as she pushed harder, her throat tight and slick.
Naruto's resolve shattered: "Sasuke, forgive me", hips twitching as she sucked harder, her gags raw, her eyes pleading up at him... wild, broken, hungry. He was close... too close, when Kurotsuchi's voice cut through: "Uzumaki, intel's here."
He froze, naked, cock glistening with Sakura's spit, still hard and flashed to the door, yanking it open wild. Kurotsuchi stood there... Stone's Tsuchikage, fierce and fiery, jaw dropping, eyes widening as she stared at him, his size huge, throbbing. "Holy...." she breathed, stunned, her heart skipping as Naruto moved in—close, bare skin brushing hers, lips at the tip of her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he growled, voice low, demanding... her panties soaked instantly, dripping, her nod quick, breathless.
He shoved her inside, slamming the door—Kurama's chakra leaking, orange flickers in his eyes, wild and raw. No love just sticky, hardcore need. He tore her gear off... tan skin bared, breasts firm, ass tight—his cock pulsing as he pinned her to the wall, slamming into her pussy, wet, searing, her scream loud as he gripped her hips, thrusting deep, fast, merciless... her body shaking, juices dripping down her thighs, the slap of skin loud and relentless.
Sakura watched, panting, then desperation surged. "Naruto... please!" she begged, crawling closer, eyes wild. "I need you... please don't leave me like this!" Her pleas grated, but he kept pounding Kurotsuchi... her ass bouncing, pussy clenching, hoping Sakura'd flee, ashamed.
Kurama snarled, done. "Aye, Naruto, since you can't, I will." His chakra surged, taking over... Naruto's voice deepened, echoing: "Come to me, Sakura, my little fuck pet." Her body moved, drawn helplessly to her lust for him, she bent over, skirt up, pussy tight and dripping. Kurama forced his cock in, huge, stretching, the pain in her moan mixed with twisted sense of accomplishment", That's what you craved, isn't it?" Kurama chuckled, dark and primal. She nodded, whimpering, as he rammed her deep, ruthless, her cries sharp, her walls gripping him tight.
"Eat her," Kurama growled, nodding at Kurotsuchi.. her legs spread wide, pussy glistening before Sakura. Sakura obeyed—spreading Kurotsuchi's pink folds, diving in, tongue fierce, lapping her clit, sucking hard, her lips slick with juice. Kurotsuchi moaned, body tensing then exploded, cum splashing Sakura's face, hot and thick... she licked every drop, tongue relentless, a good little pet.
Kurama smirked, flipping Sakura onto her back... Kurotsuchi straddled her face, riding her tongue, grinding hard, her moans loud, unable to get enough. Kurama fucked Sakura harder, pussy clenching, dripping—thrusts brutal, shaking her core, her muffled screams lost under Kurotsuchi's weight. They came together... Kurotsuchi gushing again, soaking Sakura's face, Sakura's orgasm ripping through, Kurama roaring as he filled her, cum spilling out.. hot, sticky, overwhelming.
They collapsed, Kurotsuchi panting, Sakura trembling, Naruto back in control, Kurama fading with a laugh. He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: A name whispers, desire breaks... wild flames burn. "Saruto's closer," Kurama muttered, "your blood, your fight." Naruto froze... Sakura's desperation, Kurotsuchi's heat... grounding him as Sansuke's echo loomed nearer.