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Just a quick heads up before you read the first chapter -the nature of this novel is, at times, extremely graphic and could be disturbing. There is rape, sex, drug abuse, and violence in most/all of the chapters. Read at your own discretion ^-^

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The Moonlit Festival

Tomoko had always considered herself normal. She was fifteen. Her jutsu was nothing particularly special –she was just a genin, and a weak one at that. She didn't get outstanding grades, or horrendous grades. She wasn't extraordinarily popular, nor was she a friendless loser. Normal.

Hurriedly, she wadded up the clothes she was holding, shoving them underneath her pillow right before her mother stuck her head inside her room. "Honey, Dad and I are about to leave for Granny Toshiko's," she said in her gentle voice. "Are you sure you don't want to come? A week is an awful long time to be alone…"

Tomoko had heard the story about how her mother became a genin and quit after just a month, unable to handle the stress combined with her delicate nature and frequent anxiety attacks, easily understanding that she was too gentle, too soft. Her mother's chief concern in life was helping and healing, therefore making her a perfect candidate to become a medical ninja's assistant. These days, she split most of her time between keeping the hospital running, traveling to the outpost town twenty miles south of Iwagakure to tend to her sick and dying grandmother, and trying to form a bond between herself and Tomoko.

"I'll be fine, Mom," Tomoko replied, smiling. "I'm a big girl now; I can take care of myself."

Her mother wringed her delicate hands together. "I know," she said quietly. "Just...just stay with your friends, don't talk to strangers, and make sure you get home before midnight, okay?" Tomoko was sure she could see tears welling up in her radiant green eyes. She slid back out into the hall, softly sliding the door closed behind her.

Tomoko always thought that her mother was a beautiful woman. Those slender, graceful hands and milky-white complexion were two things Tomoko had inherited from her, along side the delicate facial structure that made her look frail and oval eyes. They were an interesting dark, stormy gray-blue, a trait given to her by her father. Her coffee-colored hair was a mixture of her parents' genes. Tomoko sighed softly. She wished she was as beautiful as her mother.

After about an hour of waiting around the house, Tomoko went back to her room and extracted the clothes she had thrown under her pillow earlier. Smoothing out the fabric on her bed, she hoped she hadn't wrinkled them, and pulled them on. Her friend Kaede had gladly lent her some clothes when she invited Tomiko to go to the festival occurring that very night with a group of friends. She had let her borrow a short, pleated, purple skirt that barely covered her undergarments, and a plain white deep v-neck that her mother wouldn't even let her look at while shopping.

Contented with her appearance, Tomoko slid her feet into a pair of plain black sandals and went out to meet up with her friends.

The festivals in Iwagakure were always exhilarating affairs, with all the multi-colored paper lanterns, the commotion, laughter, and the smell of sweets and savories drifting through the streets. Tomoko and her friends were just about to duck into a small building converted into a puppet theatre when Tomiko felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned around, a smile from Ichiro's last joke still lingering on her lips, to see a young man, maybe three or four years her senior, standing behind her. He was quite handsome, with dark, kind eyes and silver hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. He waved in a cute manner, looking fondly down at Tomoko, whom was about a head shorter.

"Can I help you?" she asked good-naturedly.

The boy smiled sweetly. "Yes. I think we know eachother, you see," he said. If he were blushing, Tomoko couldn't tell in the dim light. "Yakushi Kabuto? I participated in the Chunin exams a few months ago, but didn't make it through. We talked a few times, I think. You're Hatsumomo Tomoko?"

Tomoko studied the boy; yes, he did look quite familiar. "Hey, I think I do remember you!" she exclaimed, leaning over to give him a quick hug. "Its nice to see you."

Kabuto smiled, returning the hug. "We should sit together," he suggested. "Would that be okay?"

Inside, Tomoko was thrilled. An attractive, older boy was pretty much asking her out on a date. She only had one answer to his question. "I'd love to, Kabuto!"

After leaving her gawking friends, the two took a bench towards the back of the room, situated in a semi-isolated area. As the lights dimmed further, the boy leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

The meager distance between their legs closed as Kabuto shifted closer to her. She could feel his arm drape over her shoulders, a gesture that made Tomoko swoon and shiver. "I'm not sure if I'll be too interested in the show…sitting next to you."

Although his words sounded innocent, they dripped with allure and seductiveness. His rapid advances made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but Tomoko didn't perceive any apparent danger in this situation, with her being a naïve youth, and quickly had forgotten all the warnings her mother had stressed about staying with her friends and not taking to people she didn't know. She just wanted to have her guiltless, teenage fun right now.

Kabuto and Tomoko spent the show sharing empty, flirtatious whispers to one another, laughing quietly every now and then. By the end of the ten minute puppet show, she had somehow ended up cradled into Kabuto's chest, nearly sitting in his lap. After stretching his arms briefly, Kabuto asked; "Would you mind spending the evening with me? I'd really like to get to know you some more."

Forgetting her friends, Tomoko smiled up at him as they walked out of the puppet theatre. "Of course," she said.

After around five minutes of walking around and enjoying the festival, Tomoko felt Kabuto gently intertwine his fingers with hers. As she flashed a shocked look at him, he quickly dropped her hand, mumbling an unintelligible apology. Blushing, Tomiko hesitantly reached to grasp his hand again. "No…its okay, it just surprised me." She smiled shyly up at him, knowing that this would be the most memorable evening of her life.

After the festivities had ended, Kabuto offered to walk her home, which Tomoko eagerly took him up on. The trip back to her house was short, much shorter than she'd have liked. Kabuto was just so interesting to talk to, a very personable boy with heaps of charming, funny anecdotes. Soon, they stood on the threshold of her home, standing close together in the shadows cast by the eaves of the roof.

Kabuto looked at her, his eyes loving. "I really had fun tonight, Tomoko-chan," he said, the suffix he added earning a giggle from the girl.

"I did too," Tomoko said. A question suddenly sprang to her mind, and she felt slightly stupid for not asking it earlier. "Hey, Kabuto, you never told me. Where-"

Kabuto placed a hand beneath her chin, cutting her words off with a gentle kiss. When their lips met, Tomoko murmured in surprise, eyes wide open. For several seconds, he kissed her with lips closed, but soon groaned into her lips with longing, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth.

Tomoko stiffened, eyes filled with a mixture of shock and fear. She tried to pull away, but couldn't escape Kabuto's need-filled embrace as his tongue ravaged her maw. Finally, making sounds of protest that he had mistaken for moans, she placed her hands between them and shoved him away from her, backing into the front door of her house.

"No, no its way too soon for that," she said, panting from the air deprivation given to her by the intrusive kiss.

Kabuto stepped towards her, reaching out apologetically. "Tomoko, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Tomoko interrupted him. "Kabuto, I think you should go home." She unlocked her house and stepped inside. "Goodnight."