They were moving slowly across the boundary of the village, his footfalls falling on the ground with a dragging pace, his weight unsteady and he struggled to hold upright. Pain blossomed at the pit of his abdomen, while his genitals tensed and loosened in the most aggravating pace of restraint he had ever fought, water stuck to his thighs, and in his discomfort there was a reproachful gaze burning into his back from the eyes of Majira-san as they cautiously walked scouted route. Up front Tsunade was leading their team to an undisclosed destination, behind was their chosen sealmaster, and helping him walk was Kakashi; whom carefully held his hand, and was keeping a disaster from happening in the way of a potential fall from the pain of labour.

As it were, another contraction hit, just as the sight of a valley came into clear perception, Tsunade turned to look at her company then. Naruto was grateful for the offered hand she presented and he took it with a near yell of pain as the wanton desire to push became ever more prominent, he grunted and leaned into her boisterous figure as his teacher moved away; his hands making seals. Charring a bright light from the ground and revealing a hidden cabin made of wood, and obviously hardly used. They crossed into the area with careful steps, Naruto sweating for trial of the action, their extra member already making his journey expedited in her anticipation. He entered for her eager punching and lay down with shaking legs, his abdomen ready to burst for difficulty, Tsunade giving quiet instruction as the Majirn-san muttered to himself as he performed hurried signs, Kakashi being stationed outside alongside a tag-team of ANBU in precaution. Naruto could look upon the entire event in confusion; it was so pernickety, one would see a military operation and not birth.

A contraction came, and he screamed as he finally gave in to the desire and pushed forth, the sensation causing a gasp at the prying pain below. The burn at his stomach not hidden in comparison; as his seal bubbled for Kyuubi's want to escape, pushing forth on its own, bursting with a glowful yellow light. His head threw back as he gave yet another push under the direction of Tsunade near shout. "I can see her head, she's an eager one, get ready-" He heard the smile in her voice as she spoke to him for comfort, his appreciation was high but his words were gone as yet again he was forced to pressure. "She's almost here Naruto, one more!" He had been in labour for near six hours as they had readied everything, his body stiffly protested for the request. Still, he managed with a painful scream of determination, the feeling of a pop of satisfaction in his genitals was a strange one, but in accompaniance with the complaining cry that echoed throughout the room he only grinned for a pure gay moment. For witness, his azure eyes glimmered in with the shine of happy tears none could impersonate, especially as they turned to stare at the squirming bundle of blankets the Hokage held. "Oh my, she's a handsome little Alpha Naruto." A soft smile crested her face in a manner the blond had never previously seen, indeed copying his own.

In struggle he sat forward, however, in reward there was placed a tiny bundle of blankets with a scrunched up face of red. Tears dripped from his face for happiness of the moment, staring down upon the infant in his arms. She had been cleaned off from the mess of goo previously covering her small figure; showcasing a tann face, tightly closed eyes, and a topping of platinum blonde hair, in a perfect mixture of her parents that made Naruto scoff in slight. Still, he pulled her close cuddling for joy, and kissed the very top of her head. Inraptured by the way her small nose and lips scrunched up for the unfamiliar gesture, he giggled for the sight, the expression of his felicity was undefined by common language, he was so heightened he did not feel the lingering pain from the afterbirth. His daughters vision was obscuring the sensation, Kyuubi had also -probably- taken to healing him. "Do you have a name for her?" He grinned in nodding, he had decided two months ago, having thought of giving due to her father's name with the joyful aid of Kamaji-chan.

"Raitoningu, I think it'll be perfect. I wanted to-" An echo resonated loud against the walls, before an explosion blew out the front wall, sending splinters and beams directly to where Naruto lay; immediately sending him to instinctually curl away and shield the infant in his arms, while the Hokage punched out an astray beam flying in a direct path for her face. Majirn had mysteriously disappeared just priour to the sudden chaos. There was then a deep sound of wind rushing forward, and though he attempted to lift himself from the mattress the burn of his seal began to stab throughout his body, nearly collapsing him down to the ground for lack of balance.

"Stay inside!" Was all he heard before Tsunade rushed out; Naruto could only flinch for a response, a shooting pain burning through his abdomen as his prisoner became more eager. He held his little girl tighter against his chest as she yelled out in protest for the loud noises, his comfort unsuitable for the reverberating bedlam abrupt as it were, though he attempted to calm her tears of protest. He kissed her puffing cheeks, glancing around to see if there was a way to aid in the fight occurring outside. However, another compressing sound of air came to his ears, and before him a man in an all too familiar robe appeared, his mask a bright orange unrecognizable, while his garment told the blond plainly he was from the Akatsuki. Naruto flinched for his arrival, his strength wanned he could not make a proper fight against anyone, his abdomen flared for agreement of that fact in that moment; and he gasped as he nearly collapsed. Gripping tight on his baby, as he was suddenly grasped and pulled forward the seal weakened ever further as the stranger before him pressed against his spiral with glowing fingers.

Screaming for the sharp stabbing through his abdomen, attempting with all he could to fight against the pressure mounting within. "I wont let you bastard-" It was meak in comparison to his common demeanour, but he yet still managed to punch the man directly in the face with his non-dominant arm. It caused a stumble, which the struggling Jinjuuriki tried for advantage as he hissed to himself for the pain, unfortunately, he did not manage to kick the man in front of him for his movements were far faster. Instead, he was put to his knees with the jutsu-seal the man performed; and he could then feel the gripping writings of his seal crawling up his skin. Skin glowing brightly for protest.

Though his chakra was pressured, near worn with the arduous strain of birth and withholding Kyuubi, he performed the best clone he could; attempting to distract while he made a run out the back- as it were could not cope with a fight. In circumstance, there was a dramatic battle taking place outside, with the one shark man he had met in youth and a blond Naruto did not recognize. Forcing his legs, forcing his body for cooperation as his genitals arched for the sudden movement subsequently from birth while all of his stomach nearly forced a vomit, clenching against the outcry he wanted to make for the pain. In watching momentarily because of a pause in exhaustion the fight ongoing ahead of him, a desire to aid sparking through his mind. However, he moved forth instead and made himself ignore the battle for the sake of his daughter, escaping into the woods they had entered by. Then, the sensation of something crawling forth emerged from his abdomen, ripping apart at his insides and forcing him into a stop; moving became a strain as he began panting for trouble breathing.

Natheless for all the silence he was trying to keep in controlling his breathing, Raitoningu-chan had different plans; as she let loose a loud cry disrupting the quiet woods. Panic spiked into his mind, as Naruto rocked her gently back and forth to calm her strife. Terrified that her raucous tears would attract all the attention he feared, "so there you are little blondie-" it was within a second but Naruto managed with a grate of blood on his arm- to dodge the sword-swinging at his back. Barely churning to face the man, he had no ability to fight as it were, not without releasing the Kyuubi from lack of chakra. As it were, he was casting a glare and that was all he could accomplish for lack of idea; he was in a maternity yutaka and had no defensive weapons on his person, nor could he do taijutsu without putting down the infant in his arms- a risk he was not willing to take. Indeed, under the circumstances, he had begun to back away for uncertainty. When in within the margin of his eye he spotted the whisk of a paper bomb flying straight to the head of his opponent, blocked by the bandaged wrapped sword, Naruto sighing for relief as Kakashi came out from the shadows.

"Don't you have any respect for new mothers?" Droll came the question, his teacher already displaying his sharingan for battle. A chuckle came for it, and Naruto found himself staring at his teacher in incertitude. "Leave Naruto, we'll handle this." For a moment, the silver jouin flickered his gaze narrowed towards the opposite woods- a suspicion in his eye. Still, for the child in his arms, he nodded and limped through the woods at his fastest pace back to the village.

The air surrounds as warm and calming, for the spring breeze brings with it, though he does glance towards where he is being defended in marginal guilt. Already taken in by the tidal encompassment of self-ambition. Though his eyes do sway to the rustling sound of the underbrush right beside himself, considerations of an attack upcropping, a tripwire underneath his foot, or a shurkin flying fast to his head; still nothing comes for him as he sprints back to his hometown, avoiding the branches for travel- already aware that the height was an easier target for malicious minds. By the sweetest grace, the looming gates above him were a blessing onto his panicked status, as he passes by the guards without a question- and many scowling glares fall down unto his retreating figure.