Chapter 8
He was supposed to have lost his demon. Then why was the sand bracelet still around her wrist? Unless that was his kekkai genkai? For a suna nin that was absolutely perfect.
He hadn’t expected her to come to him. One day she just showed up at his office demanding he have a medical check-up circa Konoha’s Hokage.
His siblings were all for it. Reminding him that he’d recently been dead. Sure it was with a shudder at the memory but their point was made.
He hadn’t known medical chakra would feel so good, not having had a check-up previously beyond the one after his fight with Naruto. During that one, the pain from his injuries had overwhelmed him as well as the chakra exhaustion. He had been out of it.
He shuddered at the feel, overly sensitive from unused nerves. Although this was familiar. It was similar to what he had felt before, an almost stroking sensation, though not to this extent.
He narrowed his eyes, looking up secretly at the woman concentrating over him. He knew her, though she looked different. Her hair was shorter and her face more defined, she had definitely filled out in other areas though, he thought with a faint blush.
Although she was wearing a similar outfit to when he had first met her, when she appeared in his office, now she was in almost civilian casual wear. It wasn’t the usual clothing of the medical-nin, it wasn’t the lime green apron over brown pants that they all wore. Instead, it was the skin tight crimson shirt, the color of which he favored, over baggy pants. She wasn’t showing any skin, it wasn’t indecent per se, but the way it hugged her skin left little to the imagination. Not that she was flaunting it. In fact, she was all business. He’d become used to his fangirls practically rubbing themselves against him that he almost expected it. Her practical behavior both relieved him and left him wanting when paired with the feel of her healing chakra.
He had grown beyond his adolescent beauty. Losing the hint of baby fat around his muscles and growing taller and more svelt, His torso broadening while his hips narrowed. Which she appreciated at she had him prone on the medical bed. His barest touch sent tingles up her, which she recognized as the same sensation she had received from her sand bracelet the last couple of years since she had reached her majority.
It was both familiar and something missing. They both ached for it. And yet they didn’t know what it was.