Interlude: An Uzumaki Model

Kushina PoV


You hadn't thought much of Aoki requesting for your help. Which was probably your first mistake in retrospect. While Aoki had proven to be rather adept in certain skills, he was also rather…quirky. An alarming amount of training techniques as well as styles he knew were unknown to you. And then there was the issue of of some of the outlandish things he says...

All things that you chalked up to being due to his mother. You weren't sure how exactly you felt about her. On one hand, she had to have been doing something right. Aoki's growth rate was nothing short of impressive. There were few others you could compare to him.

A once in a decade genius.

On the other hand, he was peculiar. Strange. The way his mother molded him to know that he'd be in charge of not only rebuilding the clan, but also in seducing other high ranking clan females was…well, it didn't really needed to be said, did it?

Unfortunately the ones you'd compare to him were even greater than that. If Aoki was a genius, than Itachi Uchiha was a monster. Aoki's growth had definitely been seen by the higher ups of the village, but likely not seen as that important. After all, everything Aoki did, Itachi had done it younger, better, and faster.

It was difficult to not compare the rising stars of each clan to the one who was at the top. Or perhaps you should say used to be at the top.

The betrayal had hurt a lot in the village. The loss was…felt strongly by most. You were no stranger to losing those who were precious to you. Which is why the feeling of guilt burned so brightly in your gut. The nine tails echoed his thoughts about how he was relieved to have all the Uchiha die.

And to your shame, you found yourself agreeing. You knew what you saw that night when the Nine Tails had been ripped out of you. The eyes of your attacker. The damned symbol of the sharingan.

You had lost many good friends in the aftermath. Precious people that you will never see again, and you've made your peace with it. But…that didn't stop the painful feeling when looking into a Uchiha's eyes. The though squirming at the back of your head constantly wondering, 'did they do this?'

In truth it was the reason you and Mikoto had grown apart. Where once you were friends, you knowingly distanced yourself after the nine tails attack. What they had done to you, what they had done to your friends, what they had done to your family, to Naruko…

You felt the Kyuubi laugh at your emotions, leading you to use your chains on it. Constricting it even tighter. Even then you knew you were simply taking out your anger on the Kyuubi.

The guilt more than anything lead you to help the Uchiha clan after their darkest hour. To just do something in order to get rid of that nagging feeling. Being the one to buy Mikoto's eye surgery helped, but her thanking you brought a part of it back. How happy she seemed to be, even though she'll never be able to use the Sharingan again. Her very birthright.

You hoped one day to get rid of all your guilt. To truly be the friend Mikoto and Satsuki needed. Thankfully, it seemed that Aoki was doing a fine job of taking up that mantle.

These thoughts were why you were scattered brain at Aoki's instructions. Leading you to simply follow them without thinking much about it. It was only after your shirt fell that you suddenly realized you were stripping in front of him.

"LIKE HELL, DUMBASS!"

You roared, clocking Aoki upside his head as he winced in pain. You held back of course, but every day that passed saw you hold back a little less and less. You felt a sense of pride in him. Though you weren't his actual mom, you still felt responsible. He was family, of that there was no denying.

Which is why you were caught off guard when he asked you to strip. He winced holding his head, but still attempted to meet your eyes in that cute little prideful way he was always doing. No, Kushina, focus!

Stripping was not okay!

"But I need it…for Naruko's ultimate technique."

…Oh god. She didn't. You looked away as he proudly pouted in front of you. Those eyes wouldn't help him here.

"This…doesn't happen to be the one where she henges into-"

"-Someone of the opposite sex in order to arouse and send the opponent into a moment of confusion? Yes, it is."

It hurt to see how serious he seemed about it. It equally hurt to accept Naruko's jutsu as…valid of sorts. You hated to admit, and you would always deny it, but it had it's own effects on you as well.

…You had been too distracted between taking care of a child and missions to indulge in romance you know!? But you, you know, found ways…

Anyway! You understood why he wanted to fully master the jutsu, but you didn't understand just why he needed you.

"Uh…Aoki, don't you think one of the other girls would-"

He shook his head quickly.

"I need someone with my hair color and looks similar to me to base off a good enough henge."

You grimaced. That…made it's own bit of sense.

"Why not use your…mom?"

He blinked.

"I am. I want another to contrast the two."

…This kid…

Hah. You knew he didn't have bad intentions, it was just that his mother was probably one of the biggest weirdo's to ever exist. Which cemented the idea that she was an Uzumaki. Only someone of your blood could feed a child such strange notions.

And then there was the clan pride thing! Really!? She needed to teach him to recite thirty two praises to his clan after going to the bathroom? Why? You had clan pride too, but that was too far you know!?

You sighed, knowing where this conversation was going to go. You were simply too soft on the boy to truly put your foot down. He was just too cute. He stared as you slowly started to undress in front of him.

"A-alright, but I'm keeping my underwear on! And stop staring! It embarrassing you know!?"

He nodded in a serious motion while completely ignoring your request to stop staring. God damn it…

You slowly removed your shirt, watching as his studious gaze searched for every inch of skin you showed. Consuming and committing it permanently to his memory as if he had the abilities of the sharingan.

That, or you were just overly self conscious. Your pants was soon to follow. This time you had trouble meeting his eyes until the deed was done.

"…So? How do I look?"

You blushed as Aoki seemed to focus on your arms, then legs, then stomach area before answering. He himself starting to be effected, a light blush over taking his face as he seemed to think to himself before answering.

You held your breath in suspense.

"Your underwear is a bit plain to be honest-"

"YOU IDIOT!"

Your fist quickly clocked him so hard he had actually fallen down where he stood. He blinked in surprise as you help him up by his clothes. Your fist cocked at the ready.

"You are very pretty. I hope my arranged wife is as beautiful as you."

…Your brain stopped working for a second. Forcibly registering his words repeatedly through your head. Your eyelids flickered rapidly before finally fixing him with a look.

And then crushing him against your body in a vice like hug. He gasped out of surprise as you cooed and rubbed your face against his.

"Oh you~ You know just what to say, you know~ You're a little sweet talker, aren't you~"

It took a few moment to realize you were squeezing him between your breasts before you pulled him off, a light blush to your face. It had been awhile since you've had any sort of intimate contact that wasn't from Naruko-

You shivered as he placed his hands around your hips in an almost completely natural motion. He gazed up at you with a blank, almost inquiring look.

…Oh god, this boy was going to be lady killer when he grew up, wasn't he?