Naruto : The ultimate Troublemaker

"Itachi! What does this mean?"

Shikai's clone appeared, his face contorted with an expression of anger and sadness.

"No..." Shikai stammered, picking up Izumi's lifeless body.

He raised tear-filled eyes towards Itachi.

"Tell me it's not you! Why did you kill her?"

Itachi remained silent for a moment before replying coldly.

"You've killed many people in your life. It was time for you to endure a loss too."

Shikai's face twisted with contained rage.

"This is just the beginning of Konoha's destruction," Itachi declared before activating his Mangekyō Sharingan.

The world around Shikai's clone distorted as he was trapped within Tsukuyomi.

Itachi stood still for a moment, gazing at the petrified clone.

Mentally and physically exhausted, Itachi left the scene to go to Hiruzen. However, before he reached his destination, a familiar silhouette appeared in his field of vision: Sasuke.

Itachi's heart tightened.

"Sasuke..." he murmured, his face veiled with unspeakable sadness.

But as Shikai's clone dissipated over Izumi's body, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was as if it were a portal. Two figures emerged, one shrouded in shadow, masking its face, while the other knelt down. Lifting Izumi's body into their arms.

"My daughter? What have they done to you?" He wanted to scream but contained his tears.

The man kneeling had mid-length black hair and no beard. He was completely different from his future counterpart. That was why, even though Shikai had met him twice, he didn't know if it was him.

The figure in the shadow entered the portal, leaving its words hanging in the air.

"Take your daughter, Amado. Let's go!"

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POV: Mikoto

My heart pounded as my eyes fixed on Fugaku's inert body, lying on the ground like a broken rag doll. Hot tears threatened to spill, but I held them back, keeping them captive behind a veil of despair. It was not just the fear of death that gripped me, nor the anxiety for Sasuke's future, but a nagging sense of guilt, a crushing burden that devoured me from within.

Until the last second, as Fugaku exhaled his final breath, my obsessive thought was nothing but the wrenching regret of not being able to cross paths with Shikai one last time. Or perhaps, a timid voice whispered deep within me, to kiss him one more time. One last time. These thoughts, as fleeting as they were forbidden, stabbed me like shards of glass, and I closed my eyes with force, banishing them like wild beasts.

I waited, ready to receive my sentence, the punishment for my guilt, but instead, a tumult erupted. A deafening explosion shook me to my core. My heart pounded in my chest as chaos reigned around me. Then, a familiar voice, soft and comforting, pierced the fog of my thoughts.

"Mikoto-san! Even at the cost of my life, I won't let you die," the voice murmured in my ear, a warm and reassuring breath that dispelled the darkness. Strong arms enveloped me, lifting me with surprising gentleness. My eyes opened wide, and I saw him.

Shikai.

His face, which I knew so well, was illuminated by a reassuring smile. His delicate features were of a beauty I had never truly appreciated. He held me tenderly, like a princess, and before I could comprehend, the world around me blurred, and a new reality emerged.

*Hiraishin*

A flash of light, and we found ourselves in an unknown place, a luxurious room that seemed to have come from a dream. Shikai placed me with exquisite tenderness on a soft bed, his eyes fixed on mine. Moonlight flooded his face, revealing every contour, every detail, and my heart tightened at the sight.

The tears I had held back with such effort finally overflowed, streaming freely down my cheeks. Pain, despair, and confusion all overwhelmed me at once. I grabbed him by the collar, my eyes filled with a fury I could no longer control.

"Where have you taken me?! You should have let me die! How will I live? My family has been destroyed, and—" My voice was hoarse, broken by sobs. My anger and despair activated my Sharingan, and the crimson red of my pupils reflected in his dark eyes.

Before I could continue, he cut me off, his lips suddenly pressing against mine. An unexpected kiss that took me by surprise, my tear-filled eyes widening in surprise.

"And do you think my life would have any meaning without you?" he murmured against my lips, and before I could react, he kissed me again, with an intensity that made me lose all sense of time and space.

I surrendered, completely disoriented by the emotional chaos I was going through. Perhaps it was my clouded mind, my broken psyche, but for now, I wanted to lose myself in his arms, think of nothing, just exist in that embrace.

Our kisses became more urgent, his bold hands pressing my buttocks, his teeth nipping at my neck. A rough moan escaped me, while a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts assailed my mind.

"My husband was murdered by my own son, and here I am, making out with my son's friend. I'm really a slut," I thought, my cheeks bathed in hot tears. Intense guilt consumed me, but at the same time, another part of me rejoiced in this intimacy.

"I don't care, I just want to live this moment," I thought, my arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him close. My body responded to his touch, despite the chaos swirling in my mind.

Strangely, my vision began to blur, my eyes stung, and hot tears flowed, uncontrollably. Shikai seemed surprised at first, as if he had noticed something strange, then a gentle smile broke out on his face. His lips moved to my neck, depositing burning kisses, while unbuttoning my tunic, his skilled hands caressing my breasts.

End of POV

With infinite delicacy, he wiped away the traces of her sorrow, his fingers brushing her wet cheeks. "Let me show you that you're safe," he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

His kisses, now more ardent, traveled up her neck, her nape, leaving a mark of possession on her skin. His hands, once gentle, became bolder, pressing her buttocks with passion. Mikoto, despite her confusion, felt a spark of desire ignite within her, an instinctive response to Shikai's attention.

"I'll be your light in the darkness," he said, his lips brushing her lobe. "I'll give you the strength to overcome this trial."

He undressed her with infinite delicacy, his gestures respectful of her vulnerability. Each piece of clothing removed was a step closer to intimacy, an invitation to discover each other. The young woman, naked before him, felt exposed, but Shikai, with infinite tenderness, covered her with kisses, his lips exploring every inch of her bare skin.

His caresses, both gentle and passionate, traveled over her body, as if he wanted to discover every nook and cranny of her being. He pressed her breasts gently, his fingers grazing her sensitive nipples, making her skin shiver. Mikoto, lost in a whirlwind of sensations, surrendered to ecstasy, her sighs mingling with her sobs.

He penetrated her slowly, his movements controlled but ardent, as if he wanted to possess her tenderly. The Uchiha, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection, let herself be carried away, her tears turning into moans of pleasure. Shikai, with infinite tenderness, held her close, his hands pressing her buttocks, as if he wanted to mark her with his love.

Their bodies, in perfect harmony, moved together. The young woman, lost in ecstasy, surrendered to a harmful pleasure.