Black Zetsu opened her mouth. Strangely, even her voice had changed. Once sharp and scheming, it now carried the tone of a sweet young woman.
"Chiga sama, you're back!"
"Uh… yes, I'm back." Chiga's eyes narrowed. "First, explain this appearance. What happened today?"
At the mention of it, a hint of helplessness flickered in Black Zetsu's eyes. She lowered her head, glancing at her now shapely body—she couldn't even see her toes.
"Chiga sama, Mother took me shopping for clothes today. Before we entered the shop, she said my appearance wasn't suitable for a women's clothing store, so she told me to change my form."
"What's wrong with entering a women's store?" Chiga asked with mild curiosity.
"Uh… it wasn't an ordinary women's store."
"You mean… lingerie?"
"Yes."
"I see. So where's Kaguya now?"
"She's waiting for you in the bedroom."
Chiga nodded and headed straight there. After his earlier conversation with Minato, the thought of having a child had lingered in his mind. Yet doubts weighed on him—would his altered body still allow him to reproduce naturally?
Black Zetsu's form melted back into a pool of black liquid, slipping outside to stand guard for the night.
Inside, the bedroom was pitch black, though such darkness meant nothing to either of them. With the Tenseigan, Chiga saw clearly: Kaguya lay on the bed, covered by a blanket.
Sensing his presence, her body trembled lightly. "Master…" she whispered.
The dark environment was no barrier to two wielders of such advanced dōjutsu. Chiga walked to the bedside, sat down, and asked softly,
"How was shopping today? What clothes did you end up buying?"
Kaguya drew a deep breath, sitting up slowly. The blanket slipped, revealing a glimpse of black silk beneath that made Chiga arch an eyebrow. She leaned gently against him.
"Master, when I first came to Earth, people's clothing was uniform and simple. But now, the styles are endless. I don't understand them well, so I bought… many."
Raising her hand, she opened a dark portal. From it spilled heaps of clothing, forming a mountain on the floor.
Chiga scanned the pile. Indeed, there were outfits for every season. Among them, absurdly, was a green ninja vest.
His brow twitched. Such a vest wasn't just casual wear; it marked a Chūnin. Having one outside official distribution was practically contraband.
He asked about it.
"The shop owner said it was stuffed with cotton, darker than the real thing, so it wasn't against the rules," Kaguya explained with an innocent tilt of her head.
Chiga sighed. A fake, then. Still ugly. If uniforms were considered, at least the female Marines' attire in the One Piece world had some aesthetic value. But this…
He pushed the thought aside. The clothes could wait. Tonight, something more important awaited.
Without warning, Chiga leaned forward, pressing Kaguya down onto the bed. Their eyes met, and her pale cheeks flushed crimson. She turned her head shyly.
"Master… I have no experience in this. I'll have to rely on you…"
"No problem," Chiga murmured, his voice low and husky.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his knuckles grazing her skin with a deliberate tenderness. Kaguya's breath caught at the touch, her chest rising and falling quickly. He leaned down, lips brushing hers in a fleeting tease before capturing her mouth fully. The kiss was deep, commanding, coaxing her to respond.
Her body stiffened at first, uncertain, but Chiga's warmth wrapped around her like a net. When his tongue brushed against hers, a shiver ran through her, and she clutched at his shoulders instinctively, her nails lightly digging into him.
"That's it," he whispered against her lips, his breath hot. "Don't hold back."
The weight of his body pinned her down, but his hands moved with maddening patience. One trailed along her waist, fingertips drawing invisible lines over her curves. Kaguya trembled beneath the attention, her lips parting with a soft sound that only encouraged him further.
Her inexperience showed in every hesitant movement, every nervous flutter of her lashes—but Chiga found it intoxicating. He kissed her again, slower this time, letting her savor the rhythm as his hand slid up to cradle her cheek. She leaned into it unconsciously, her body slowly surrendering to his lead.
"Your heart's racing," he murmured, pressing his lips to the edge of her jaw, down to the sensitive skin of her neck. "Can you feel mine?"
Her hands, once clinging in uncertainty, now traveled hesitantly across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric. She swallowed hard, whispering, "You're so close…"
Chiga's lips found the hollow of her throat, drawing a gasp from her as his teeth grazed her lightly. The sound she made was enough to stir a dangerous hunger in him. His hand slid lower, tracing over the soft curve of her thigh, giving her every chance to stop him—but instead, she arched faintly into his touch.
"Good girl," he growled softly, the praise sending heat rushing through her.
Kaguya's cheeks were scarlet now, her breathing uneven, her body betraying her shyness. She closed her eyes, lips parted as though waiting for his next move.
Chiga kissed her again, rougher this time, until her hesitation dissolved in the fire between them. The sheets rustled as she shifted beneath him, yielding completely to his lead. The air grew heavy, every brush of his hand, every press of his lips stoking the flame higher.
"Just follow me," he repeated, voice husky in her ear. "I'll show you everything."
And as his hands roamed and her soft gasps filled the room, the night stretched ahead of them—heated, unrestrained, and unforgettable.
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The following morning, Chiga stepped out of the room. Black Zetsu immediately surfaced from the ground, her eyes curious.
"Chiga sama… was last night smooth?"
Chiga's face twitched faintly. "…It went well enough. You stood guard all night? You've worked hard."
"It's not hard at all. We're family."
She hesitated, then asked tentatively,
"Chiga sama… should I call you Father from now on?"
"…Call me whatever you want."
"Then…Father?"
"Yes."
Black Zetsu grew quiet. In one night, she had gained a father. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant. She wasn't resistant to the idea—after all, the Ōtsutsuki Star had been destroyed. In her eyes, Uchiha Chiga, who had accomplished such a feat, was no longer a mere human. For her mother to be with him was no bad thing.
And now, she herself had a father of immense strength. From this day forward, she could walk the world without fear.
Chiga glanced back into the bedroom. Last night had been rough, even for Kaguya's resilient body. She wouldn't be getting up today.
As for children, Chiga already had ideas. His body was still capable—more than capable. He even had control over the process. But what kind of being would his and Kaguya's child be? That was a mystery. The thought alone made him smile, his mood soaring.
Arriving at the Hokage Building with a radiant expression, he soon ran into Minato, who was trudging down the hallway with heavy bags under his eyes.
Chiga smirked.
"Looks like you worked hard last night. I'll give you the day off—go get some rest."
Minato rubbed at his eyes, sighing helplessly.
"Work hard? Hardly. Kushina was furious. She kept asking me about her hair, demanding to know if I thought it was too long!"
"Oh? So your plan collapsed. What about the secret formula?"
"No good. I'll have to prepare another batch…"
"Then go. Didn't I just give you the day off?"
"Thanks," Minato muttered, yawning as he shuffled away.
Chiga chuckled at his retreating figure, then turned toward his office. But before he could enter, space warped beside him. Obito emerged in a rush, panic in his voice.
"Chiga sama! Madara intends to use Rinne Rebirth! I can't stop him!"
"What?"
Chiga froze. His mind raced. What is Madara thinking? Who does he want to bring back—Izuna? Hashirama?
Obito quickly explained. He had once again challenged Madara, and as always, suffered defeat. This time, Madara had grown impatient. He demanded to know what it would take for Obito to stop these foolish duels.
Without thinking, Obito blurted out, "Either kill me, or bring Rin back. Otherwise, I won't stop."
Madara considered this. Remembering how Chiga had once revived Minato through a perfected version of Rinne Rebirth, he concluded the technique wouldn't necessarily kill the user. So why not oblige Obito?
He had agreed. "Then I'll bring Rin back."
Obito hadn't expected him to take it seriously. He knew the truth—Rinne Rebirth drained the user's life. Madara's act was suicide.
Though Obito often claimed he wanted to kill Madara, he never truly intended it, just as Madara always defeated but never killed him. But the Uchiha nature was unyielding. Once resolved, nothing could sway it. Madara had taken this to its extreme.
Even when Obito warned him the jutsu meant death, Madara still strode toward the cemetery.
Left with no choice, Obito had come seeking Chiga's help.
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