Yakumo's Freedom

"I have verified the Hokage's seal and order. You… may take Yakumo with you." The Anbu in charge of Yakumo said as he disappeared with the body flicker technique.

"Oh man, I was worried we were going to be scolded or something." Naruko let out a heavy sigh of relief after the Anbu member disappeared.

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As we made our way forward, Naruko and I were greeted by a young girl with long brown hair who was staring down at us from the balcony of the mansion. 

"Is that… Yakumo?" Naruko mumbled, her voice hesitant as she looked at the girl in front of her. She couldn't help but imagine what Kurenai had gone through with this girl if she couldn't help her. 

"Sasuke… you're finally back." Yakumo said, her eyes a little cold and desolate, particularly at Sasuke. He had left her so suddenly without leaving so much as a message, and Yakumo felt a little abandoned. 

Seeing Yakumo's look, I felt a tad guilty. After all, I had left her behind for some time without a word. Just a tad bit, however. 

*Woosh~!* 

Using instant cast on with the body flicker, I disappeared and reappeared on the balcony fences and smiled at her. 

"Don't feel so down. Naturally, I left for a good reason." I cheekily smiled at Yakumo and brought out one of the headbands. 

"Can you guess why I have this?" With a twisted grin, I dangle the headband in front of Yakumo, taunting her with its presence.

Yakumo's eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on the headband. Her heart raced and she couldn't believe what she was seeing – it was a headband, just like the one that had been taken from her when Kurenai abandoned her. 

A mix of anger and longing swirled within her as memories of her past flooded back. 

Yet, despite the painful memories it brought back… the memories of her deceased family… her annihilated clan… and Kurenai's abandonment. Deep down inside of her, Yakumo couldn't deny the sense of comfort and familiarity that the headband held for her. This object, though laden with heartache, also represented a chance for freedom and new opportunities in her life.

With a trembling hand, Yakumo hesitantly reached out and accepted the simple but elegant headband that Sasuke held out to her.

When her fingers finally touched the headband, she felt the weight of it settle onto her fingers, Yakumo could sense the unspoken significance behind this gesture. It was a symbol of trust and acceptance from Sasuke, a silent promise to protect and guide her. 

"T-thank you, Sasuke… Thank you…" Yakumo couldn't help but cry. 

Tears streamed down Yakumo's face as she whispered through sobs, "I-I can't believe you'll keep your words to me...thank you, Sasuke… and I'm sorry for doubting you…" Her body trembled with emotion and gratitude, overwhelmed by the weight of his actions.

Yakumo's tears flowed uncontrollably, a mix of relief and guilt consuming her. She couldn't believe that Sasuke had actually kept his promise to her. And all the while, she was hating him for leaving for so long… 

Her heart was torn between immense gratitude and a gnawing feeling of unworthiness.

With all these emotions and feelings gushing out at the same time, Yakumo felt overwhelmed and she found herself crying in a standstill… unable to do anything. 

"All I ask is for you to acknowledge my authority and obey me from now on. And trust me, I have no intention of abandoning you. It does not bring me any joy to see you suffer. In fact, I plan to elevate us both to the highest levels, reviving our clans and building a new legacy together. And if there's people that threatens us, we just fuck them up." Watching Yakumo crumble before me, I seize the opportunity to fully convince her to join my side. Of course, I could have chosen my words more carefully and painted myself as a heroic figure in her eyes.

In fact, I am, by society's standards, a bad person. However, I do not conform to the norms and expectations of others, nor do I have the desire to conceal my differences. Instead, I wear them proudly like a badge of honor, refusing to be held back by societal confines.

Hearing him, Yakumo finally calmed down a bit before stepping forward and embracing the person in front of her. "You are truly despicable," she said with a sniffle, and wiped her tears on Sasuke's shirt. 

*Pah!* 

I slapped Yakumo's ass before telling her: "Stop wiping your tears on my shirt and go pack up your things. From now on, you're going to stick with me." 

"Mhm! You jerk!" Yakumo blushed and pushed herself away from Sasuke before scurrying into the mansion to go pack up her most important belongings. 

As she left, Naruko came up to the balcony with a radiant smile on her face, her long blonde hair dancing in the breeze. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Sasuke.

The sun's rays illuminated her golden blonde hair and shimmered off her vibrant blue eyes. Her joy was infectious, filling the air with warmth and light.

"Although you're a fucking jerk and can be quite insufferable at times," she said with playful sarcasm, "you're not such a bad guy after all, Sasuke!" Naruko's compliment was laced with humor and genuine admiration.

A playful smirk danced across my lips as I raised a single eyebrow. "So, does this mean you're not upset about me impregnating you?" I purred, studying the way the corner of Naruko's mouth twitched with amusement.

"Don't ruin the fucking moment!" Naruko hissed, her eyes blazing with the intensity of Amaterasu. It felt as though her gaze could scorch my very existence, leaving nothing but ash in its wake…

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