Night fell over Amegakure. During the day, Takeshi and his group were taken to facilities adjacent to the organization's tower where the Uzumaki women and Yumi would settle in.
He was also given the famous Akatsuki cloak, a vial of nail polish that Takeshi requested from Konan, and a ring whose original wearer in the canon he couldn't recall. (Deidara).
Takeshi also finalized the arrangements for Karin and Kimiko, as he didn't intend to let the girl join the ranks of Amegakure. Instead, she would receive private tutoring from one of their few Jōnin, while Kimiko only needed to expand her Ninjutsu repertoire to take advantage of her good reserves as a princess of the Yuki Clan.
For Yumi, Takeshi arranged some agreements with merchants, giving the Uzumaki woman almost all the money they had saved to boost her business and allow her to prosper in this impoverished village.
Takeshi made a mental note to look for the tycoon Gato within a couple of years and collect taxes.
But the young Yuki couldn't try on the cloak, or paint his nails, or consider his future moves and decide whether to play along with Pain for as long as he could or plan his strategic retreat before things went to hell.
No, there was no time for such matters of importance right now... Because he had to deal with a dangerous Kimiko.
He could hear her heavy, distorted breathing, as if she were wearing Darth Vader's helmet. He could smell the sweat beading on her skin, sweat that was out of place since it was cold in this fucking village.
She remained on the other side of his room's door, impatient, agitated, undecided. Takeshi worried about his broken mother.
Perhaps, the fact that they were going to be separated for a prolonged period had made her fall completely into the abyss.
With a click, the door opened slowly, the wood and hinges creaking. Takeshi, who was sitting on his bed with some Water Release scrolls he had just taken from Konan, looked up and saw her.
A flash of panic crossed his eyes when he noticed the trembling and disheveled Kimiko, almost jumping in his seat from the shock.
—Takeshi...?— she whispered, staggering like a drunk toward his position.
—I'm here. Come here— he called in a quiet voice, trying to maintain his composure so as not to scare the woman off.
Kimiko got under the sheets without saying a word, climbing inappropriately onto Takeshi, sitting on his lap after sweeping the scrolls aside with a gesture of disdain.
—Shit— the young man thought with a tense smile.
Kimiko looked at him with a severe expression, although bitterness flashed in her eyes.
—You're leaving tomorrow— she said. It was not a question, but a statement, probably more for herself. —I can't go with you, I'm too weak. I can't protect you, I'm too weak. I couldn't stop you from falling into this situation, and I was a burden that prevented your escape from the clutches of these people.
—No, no, you're looking at it the wrong way, Mom— Takeshi interrupted in a serene voice. Kimiko shook her head, placing a finger on his lips.
—I understand, Takeshi. I know you're so carefree about this because, although I don't understand how, you already knew about this organization. You seem to trust them a lot— she explained, being the one with the most experience with him.
Kimiko had come to accept that Takeshi made the best decisions. At this point, she no longer questioned him. Compared to her capable and intelligent son, she barely qualified as a companion.
And that frustrated her. She wasn't intelligent in any sense, nor good in combat, she wasn't a sensor, she knew nothing about Sealing, or espionage. She could hardly qualify as anything more than a burden to Takeshi.
—I promise I will train hard, Takeshi. I will become stronger, more capable. I will be worthy enough to join this organization, to be your partner— she affirmed with determination.
Takeshi sighed internally, relieved that Kimiko was motivating herself instead of falling apart.
—And worthy of being yours— Kimiko muttered under her breath, staring intently at Takeshi's lips.
A shiver ran down the young man's back, and he almost choked on the sudden turn, but Kimiko pounced on him, connecting their lips and forcing him to fall backward onto the bed.
For two seconds, Takeshi went blank, bewildered and confused by the ten steps backward the woman took after taking one step forward.
But on the third second of a questionable but still acceptable union of lips with his mother, the latter blushed and the disturbing and intense breathing returned.
It was no longer a questionable but still acceptable union between mother's and son's lips. Now Kimiko was trying to devour Takeshi's mouth with fierce intensity.
Things went to hell when she put her tongue in his mouth, pinning his wrists to the bed and writhing over him.
The movement, the intensity, the heat of her body, the tongue invading and fighting against his, and the feminine scent that Kimiko gave off disturbed Takeshi's not-so-rational rationality.
Blood descended and a bulge rose in the young Yuki's groin, an area the woman was writhing and rubbing against.
The sensation made her stop in her tracks, her half-crazed eyes fixed on Takeshi's. Kimiko's pupils contracted and her hips started moving again, with more intensity.
Takeshi felt the line was about to be completely crossed and didn't know whether he should stop or let himself go. He was already twisted before arriving in this world, but fantasizing about something and being willing to do it were two different things.
Unfortunately, or perhaps not, someone knocked on his door at that moment.
—Big Brother Takeshi, are you asleep!?— Karin shouted from the other side.
Kimiko seemed to come to her senses and was startled, pulling away from Takeshi and falling to one side with a slight cry.
She quickly got up and walked toward the door, her head bowed, unwilling to meet the gaze of the son she had just indiscriminately assaulted.
But a shadow leaped in front of her, slightly shorter, but emanating an aura of superiority that made her tremble and break out in a sweat in equal measure.
Takeshi held her chin and made her look up at him. His brown eyes, identical to those of the man Kimiko once loved, regarded her with severity, reluctance, and a touch of desire.
—You will take responsibility for what you did today, Yuki Kimiko— he said with a sardonic smile, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before opening the door and leading Karin away from his room with trivial small talk.
Kimiko froze for a moment, the small amount of stability and rationality she had left battling against her imbalance. Finally, a silly smile, wide eyes, and heart-shaped pupils decided the winner.
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A/N:
Oh my God, incest!? Yes, you were warned in the Synopsis, and in the first few chapters. At this point only degenerates should be left reading this thing, so don't cry.