Erogakure
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: FOR PONY. And the LTP.
Do I need to do vocabulary? I can't resist squeezing Japanese words into English fanfiction. It's a curse, what can I say? Onii-san is older brother, onee-san is elder sister, gakure means village and ero means…uh, to do with sex, I think…
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Little town.
The sun stretched over the horizon, yawning widely and rubbing her eyes as she spread dawn over the sky like butter on bread.
A quiet village.
She hummed quietly to herself as she rose higher, draping a serene kimono over herself and allowing a cyan day to grip the sky.
Every day like the one before.
She squinted at a patch of houses and towers that seemed new. Those hadn't been there yesterday, had they? She sprawled over the heavens, propping up her face on her elbows and peering curiously downwards.
And what did she see?
Well.
Come with me, and I'll tell you.
I'll tell you a wonderful something.
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It was impossible. A new ninja village appearing overnight in Flame Country? Impossible.
No, just unheard of. But no one quite had what it took to tell the Godaime of Konohagakure that.
"I want an ambassador selected and an embassy set up! I want a team of high level jounin to go see what the hell's going on in that town! I want tea and Dan in my bed tonight, Shizune, but the last one might be a bit hard for you to manage so I'll settle for the first three."
The young brunette nodded calmly, committing the speech to memory as she bustled efficiently around the Hokage's office. It's a known fact that there was always work to be done in government offices, the ultimate secret is what the work is. Shizune ripped off a scroll from the wall and bit her thumb, summoning a bird into existence. She muttered her orders and waved the bird away before dolefully pumping a bit of chakra into her pores to stem the blood.
They really would have to see about updating this whole message system. It was only a matter of time before shinobi began to faint dead away from blood loss.
"You want me to call up Team Kakashi?"
The honey blonde Hokage whirled on her apprentice irately. "Why Team Kakashi? Do you know how many missions that poor man has had to lead in the past year? More than I care to count! Why he was barely in town for a month out of twelve! What if he has a relationship here with someone? Would you have him sacrifice his love just to find out why there's a new village mooching onto my country's free space? Is that what you want, Shizune, for him to die a broken hearted old man who lost his only chance at happiness because his gorgeous and amazing Hokage sent him out on one mission too many?"
"I was just asking," the brunette muttered, "He seems to be your favorite. Why are you only bothering with him anyway, and your own Sakura didn't get a single mention in that rant?"
Tsunade pinned the younger woman with an icy glare. "Shizune. Are you questioning my thoughts again?"
"Ma'am, no ma'am."
"Good. Now, where's that tea?"
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I believe I can fly.
I believe I can reach the sky!
Good lord, are people listening to me? I meant, of course, that we now take a look at Sunagakure, the Sand Village, where another leader is directing another second in command.
"Onii-san," Gaara's truculent teal eyes fluttered to look at the window, "This new village."
Kankurou sat across his little brother, shuffling through sheaves of parchment. No? Fine, sheets of paper. "Our scouts can't get into Flame Country without a visa, obviously, so we can't comment on the activity in this place, but Temari's just left to Konoha to see what Tsunade-san's doing about this. Meanwhile our spies in Iwagakure and Kirigakure tell us that no one there has heard of anything of this village…yet. They're still infiltrating the higher systems, so maybe something will turn up…"
"Are we quite sure," Gaara said quietly, "That Akatsuki has been properly disposed of?"
The puppet master made a noise of exasperation. "Huh, of course! Naruto took care of it, Gaara, you were there. Let it go. Why the hell would they just prop up a whole village in Flame Country anyway?"
"That's a good question, onii-san," Gaara murmured, eyes still on the window, "Why would anyone prop up a whole village in Flame Country?"
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Why indeed?
What was this village?
Why was it here?
How was it here?
The sun blinked, shook her head, and continued on her way.
Konoha dispatched a stealth specialist, an ANBU, to visit the village and immersed itself in quiet preparations for conflict and spreading reassuring propaganda to its people.
Temari flitted through the trees, wondering why the hell her world had machines that sent pixilated images across vast distances and yet shinobi had to use manual transportation to get to where they needed to be.
Gaara sat in his office, waiting patiently for his sister's return.
Kankurou…was doing nothing of importance.
And the little village?
It was just waking up, now, at well past what would normally be siesta time.
A brown skinned girl sauntered up to a blue eyed boy, grinned, and said, "Baby, you got the bluest eyes."
He smiled, and laughed, and grabbed her hand to jerk her forward into a playful kiss.
Ah, the little village.
No day exactly like the one before.
Certainly not quiet.
Erogakure.
The village of smut was waking up.
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I have no plot bunny. And I have no characters. And I have no time. What the hell am I doing starting a new story now?
Meh.
Brown skinned girl?
Totally me.