This fic is dedicated to YuriChan220. Hope you enjoy!

When it comes to the subject of teenage girls, much less kunoichi... Murasaki was an odd case.

The girl had quite a strange upbringing. An evil shinobi by nature, Murasaki was a standout from the normal ranks in that she chose a path never before seen... a path of resentment for the talents she possessed. Murasaki hated who she was. She hated her life. The only solace she could find in such a confusing, unfair world is to lock herself up with her stuffed bear Bebeby. Despite being a member of Miyabi's Hejibo Elite squad... she was a truant, never attending a single day of school. It was only by the support of those around her that she was ever able to progress academically.

...And that remains the story to this day. Even on a bright, sunny day like this, Murasaki does nothing but bury her face in her pillow, an eternity of solitude and self-loathing awaiting her. She won't leave her room. She won't go to school. She's just going to lay here...

...At least that WAS the plan. But her big sister had different plans for her today.

KNOCK KNOCK! "Murasaki! Open up! It's Imu!"

Murasaki picks her head up, her dark, lifeless eyes widening. "Wh-what is it, onee-san?"

"I haven't seen you all day! Cmon, let me in!"

"...Will you bring me some snack cakes? I'm hungry."

"You can't eat snack cakes for lunch, Murasaki! Now please, OPEN UP!"

Murasaki groans as she crawls out of bed, straightening out her black tanktop that rests just above her navel. She tugs at her purple cotton panties a few times, a decent-sized wedgie accumulating in the back from her time in bed. She reluctantly plods towards the door. Imu... her sister. Her big sister, and the only person in the world she loves. But even Imu can get on her nerves sometimes... especially when she thinks she's trying to look out for her interests. Looks like this is one of those days...

Murasaki opens the door, rubbing her eyes. There stood Imu, dressed in her black school outfit consisting of a dark top and miniskirt. Upon seeing Murasaki, Imu's face immediately twists.

"Ugggh! Murasaki!" she groans, turning her head away,

"Wh-what?"

"How long's it been since you showered! Gah, you stink! And your hair's a mess!" Imu scolded.

Murasaki looks down at her feet. "So what? I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes you are!" Imu berated. "I want you to go out with me and have a decent lunch for once! But first you HAVE to get clean."

"Why?"

"Because hygiene is important!"

"Why?"

Imu groaned loudly. "Ughhh! Because your big sis isn't the only person in the whole world! There are others out there who won't treat a stinky girl like you as nice as I would."

"Who cares about other people? I have you."

Imu quickly seized her hand. "Now that's not the right attitude to have. I believe you can make a friend today if you really try. It's almost lunch break at school, and lots of the girls like to leave campus and eat lunch in town. You need some social interaction."

Murasaki looked away with a pained face. "Sounds terrible."

Imu rolled her eyes. "Just do this for me, okay? Listen to your onee-chan for once."

Murasaki sighed; she REALLY didn't want to do it. But it was Imu asking her... if it was anyone else she'd say no. But Imu was the most important person to her, and she deserved to have her wishes honored... at least once in a while.

"...Okay. I'll go get a shower." Murasaki muttered. "C-can Bebe-tan come with me?"

Imu rolled her eyes. "Well, you take him along everywhere anyway."

Murasaki mustered up a little smile. "Thanks, onee-chan~"

"Yeah yeah. Now get going!"

Murasaki shut her door and heads for the bathroom, dragging Bebeby along with her. Imu refused to look away until the bathroom door is closed, making sure Murasaki goes through with it. She is finally content when the door shuts, and the distinct sound of a lock is heard.

Murasaki sets Bebeby on the edge of the sink and turns on the hot water. As steam fills the room, she sighs and begins to strip out of her sleeping clothes. She pulls the tanktop up, having to exert a bit of effort to get it past her huge mounds. When the tanktop is over her head and discarded, she slides her panties down and steps out of them, kicking them aside.

Murasaki sighs as she looks into the mirror at her naked body. Compared to other girls, she was blessed... or cursed. She possessed the most astronomically, unfathomably HUMONGOUS breasts ever imagined. While some girls would take pride in their bust... Murasaki only felt like a freak.

Murasaki steps into the shower, and the water immediately douses her nappy mane of flowy purple hair, drenching it until it sticks to her all the way down to her waist.

Murasaki let out a long hard sigh as she adjusts to the temperature, her hands clearing the hair out of her eyes and then trailing down her gigantic white orbs, smearing them with wetness. It was so weird, showering... it seemed like something that was always such a chore, but she never actually realizes how quaint it is until she steps inside.

Dousing her hands with soap, she applies them to her boobs and starts lathering them until her balloons are frothy with a thick later of suds. She then stands over the shower head and allows inch after round, smooth, fleshy inch to be washed away until they're revealed once again. Of course, with her size, it literally took MINUTES to wash all the suds away.

After that she decided to get under her armpits. Her thighs follow soon after, and then... more intimate areas. She guides a slick, soapy finger across her fresh, young folds, tracing the outer walls as well as the edges of her slit. After the feeling out process, she applies a whole hand to her womanhood and starts scrubbing it up and down. The soap starts to drizzle down her pelvis, falling to the tiled floor; she continues this until there's none left.

There was something about washing down there that... felt so good to her. Maybe it was touching herself with a makeshift lubricant... one that made her fingers so slippery and pleasurable. Yes, while she was lacking in every aspect of social normalcy... she was still a human being, with those emotions. Of course, she had never found a special partner, so touching herself was the farthest she ever went.

After dealing with her intimate area for a few more minutes than necessary, she smears some soap across her milky-white butt cheeks, moving them around in a circular motion. Finally, she allows the soap to wash off on its own accord as she gets to work shampooing the long, difficult project known as her hair. That alone consumed some time, even more so than her breasts.

Finally she gets out of the shower, arming herself with a towel with which she begins an onslaught on her hair. Her mountain-like breasts flail wildly in all directions, large and firm enough to knock out an unsuspecting victim in their line of fire. In fact... Bebeby was the unfortunate victim of that as her left breast was just a LITTLE too close in proximity to the sink. It only took one out of place jiggle to knock the stuffed bear onto the soft rug.

"Oops! Bebe-tan!"

Murasaki bends over and picks up her bear, bringing it against her bosom as she smiles."I smell a lot better now, don't I Bebe-tan? Ahaha~"

Murasaki giggles and hugs her bear for a few seconds before putting him down and resuming her drying off.

After getting clean, she goes back to her room and shuts the door, setting Bebeby aside on the bed so she can get dressed. After putting on some undies, she looks at her official academy uniform... and she sighs. Does she really have to wear this? Her breasts are so monumental that the top barely even fits her. Plus, she hated looking so official. But, Imu said she had to make friends... so she has to stand out to the other students. Standing out... she hated that so much.

The two sisters make their way through town, and Murasaki is close to hissing like a vampire. The bright sun, clean air... so many colors... this was the exact opposite of her cozy little domain. She already found herself longing for the soft mattress, the cushion of her pillow, the brain-draining lights of her television... and the taste of some yummy junk food.

"See? This isn't so bad, it it?" Imu said with an optimistic smile. "Let's go over to the diner."

Murasaki is still pouting. "I think I've been out long enough, onee-chan."

"Nonsense! Cmon, let's go inside."

The sisters go into a popular diner, and some of the classmates are hanging out near the tables. Some are at the counter, some are standing in the corner watching tv, and others have taken a seat at the tables and are enjoying some snacks, coffee, tea, and other delicacies.

"See? It's a nice little place. Hey, look! There's our girls!" Imu points out with a smile. Sure enough, Miyabi is in the corner chatting with Yumi while sipping a soda. Ryobi and Ryona are off doing their own thing; Murasaki could swear she's hearing the younger sister curse at her big sis, but the blonde is giggling as happily as can be.

"Oh, look. Some of the Gessen girls are here too. Why don't you go find someone to talk to?" Imu asks, making sure to maintain a supporting face of positivity.

"...C-can you get me a sandwich? A-and some milk!" Murasaki softly requests.

"Of course I can. Now just go and mingle, okay?"

As soon as Imu walks away, Murasaki freezes up. She feels like a little kid in a grocery store, whose mommy just walked away. Her hands go behind her back, her knees come close together, her hair hides her face. The only thing visible is a deep red blush of embarassment.

She looks around frantically, searching for some semblance of a haven: some tiny, hopeful, solitary space she can call her own. But nowhere is safe; all around her, joyous faces, lips moving, jokes and smiles exchanged... it's all so strange to her! How can she ever bond with these people!

Her eyes begin to grow foggy as warm moisture pools, stinging her eyelids as it threatens to spill over. She just wants to go home... go home and snuggle with Bebeby...

She decides to look around one more time before running away... and something odd catches her eye.

"Hmm?"

There's one table in the corner... and only one girl sitting there. The seat across from her is completely empty; she's just sitting there, staring at no one. Well, MAYBE she was staring... it was hard to tell because of the strange white mask on her face. It was like nothing she had ever seen before: a girl wearing a mask in public?!

Murasaki watches for a few more minutes as the girl suddenly pulls out a notebook and pencil, and begins diligently applying the writing tool to the blank white canvas. The purple-haired girl's curiosity was actually... aroused. In fact, so much that her feet actually started moving towards the table before she realized it! There she was, this social reject, slowly inching towards the masked girl more and more. She had no idea what the girl's reaction would be: happy? Mean? Murderous? Nonetheless, Murasaki was drawn to her and her quirkiness.

Before the masked girl noticed, Murasaki had sat down in the empty booth across from her. The purple-haired girl blushes furiously as she swallows, taking a few breaths as she mustered up the nerve to open her mouth.

"U-um..."

The masked girl immediately jumps and looks up, just now noticing Murasaki's presence. She begins to show a body language very similar to the purplenette: fiddling with her hands, looking away, recoiling ever-so-slightly... this girl seemed to be not very socially attuned either.

After a tiny little feeling-out period between the two socially awkward girls of equal timidity, Murasaki once again has the courage to take the initiative."What are you drawing?"

The masked girl shies away a little, but the more she looks at Murasaki, the less intimidated she is by her. Finally, after a minute, she's finally able to open her mouth.

"I-It's... an original character I was working on." she finally replies, her voice deep and menacing as a result of the mask. But Murasaki didn't seem fazed; she instead leans in a little more to look at the paper, her melons squishing against the table.

"What's her name? She's pretty."

The masked girl can feel herself warming up by 1%. That's enough to at least warrant a response."...Her name is Shizuke Kojima, the most powerful and beautiful kunoichi in the land. She uses her incomparable beauty to seduce her enemies, be they male or female. But her combat skills aren't to be undermined: she can cut down even 100 swordsmen at once."

Murasaki's eyes brighten upon seeing the marvel of the finely drawn work of art the masked girl had produced in mere minutes. Her beautiful, flawless curves, a confident smile, her skin soaked with the blood of her enemies... Murasaki was immediately awe-struck.

"Wow...she's amazing."

The girl blushes deep red, though it goes unseen. "Th-thank you. What's your name?"

Murasaki, surprisingly, manages a smile. "Murasaki." she replies in her soft, meek voice.

"I...I'm... M-Murakumo." the masked girl replies. Her voice is still kind of creepy; in fact, Murasaki was getting more and more curious as to what she looked like underneath that Hanya mask. But she didn't want to rush things; it could be a sensitive subject.

"What other drawings do you have?" Murasaki inquires.

"Oh, w-well... I have a notebook full of them."

"May I see?"

"Y-yeah... sure~"

As Murakumo scrolls through the pages to the front... Murasaki grows even bolder. No longer content with leaning over, the purplenette gets out of her booth, circles around... and plops down right next to her new masked acquaintance.

"Ah!" she instinctively gasps, tensing up.

"A-are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... you just caught me off guard is all."

"I-is it okay... if I sit beside you?"

"Sorry... o-of course you can~"

There's about a minute of awkward silence between them... but Murakumo can feel herself thawing a little to the girl who shares in her shyness. Especially when she complimented her drawing: that made her feel good inside. It gave her the confidence to maybe show her more pictures.

"Okay, so Shizuke is walking through the meadow, and she gets ambushed by the tyrannical Chinese warlord Lu Shu Ba. He heard of her beauty and prowess in battle, and intends to capture her, and make her his bodyguard."

"Wow... there's a whole bunch of them!" Murasaki gasps."Haha, yes. But they don't stand a chance against her. See?"

Murakumo turns the page, and Murasaki's eyes widen. "Whoooa... look at all the bodies..."

"Yep. There's no one in the land more powerful than Shizuke-san~"

"That's so cool. It's like... an anime I once watched. I love anime like that..."

Murakumo could feel her blush growing. "Y-you like anime? I... I like to draw manga."

Murasaki's mouth opens, and curls upwards. "W-wow... do you have other manga?"

"Y-yeah! I have a whole bunch of them. I c-can bring them over sometimes... I-IF YOU'D HAVE ME!"

Murasaki couldn't believe this was happening right now. Imu was right... all it took was stepping outside to find someone with common ground. How much time on this Earth has she wasted, cowering in her bedroom? She could have met a cool person like Murakumo ages ago!...She decided right then, that the time for hiding was over. She had lost time to make up... and now was a good time to start.

"Ummm... M-Murakumo-san... I... I'd..."

She stops mid-sentence, shutting her eyes tight as she reaches her hands up to fan her burning face. To any normal social human being, this would be a breeze. But these girls were different: they were both novices when it came to making friends. Even the simplest of invitations seemed like asking for marriage.

"I... I'd like for you to come over." she finally manages.

Murakumo smiles underneath her mask. "Th-thank you! Murasaki-san! I... I don't know what to say..."

Murasaki smiles bashfully, playing with her fingers. "You don't have to say anything~"

And thus... Murasaki had her first ever friend over. It was a magical, uplifting, EMPOWERING feeling for her. It felt like finally, the Murasaki of old was emerging from the shadows and basking in a new light.

That afternoon Murasaki lays on her bed, feet dangling, her body shaking with excitement. She stares at Bebeby as she giggles."Can you believe it, Bebe-tan? I'm having a friend over. I can... I can hardly wait...!" her voice raises as high as a soft-spoken girl's possibly could to show her excitement. Which... wasn't that loud still.

She stares at Bebeby, pretending that he says something in response."I'm sure she'll be nice. In fact... I'm gonna ask her to take off her mask."

Indeed, the mask thing had still been bothering her hours later. She wonder's what the girl's disposition could be: is she ugly? Did she have an accident? Was she a yoma in disguise? The last thing the purplenette deserved to be was picky, but... if the girl was ugly, maybe she didn't want to be friends with her after all... she immediately hates herself for that selfish thought. Instead, she shakes that away and just prays it's not true.

Suddenly, a knock at the door. Murasaki gasps... could this be it?!

"Murasaki-chaaaan! Murakumo-san is here!"

Oh boy... was she mentally ready for this?!

"S-send her in!"

The purplenette awaits with bated breath as the doorknob turns. The door opens... and sure enough, there stands the girl she befriended earlier at lunchtime. She's wearing a cute little pink t-shirt and a navy blue miniskirt... and she's still got that darned mask on!

"H-hey... Murasaki-san..." the masked girl waves meekly. She has a backpack over her shoulder, which piques the purple-haired girl's interest.

"What's in the bag?"

Murakumo perks up. "O-oh! It's my manga collection! See for yourself~"

The purple-haired girl scoots over on the bed and the masked girl plops down, unzipping her backpack and gently dumping out what appears to be tons and tons of written work.

"Woowwwwww..." Murasaki gasps as she grabs the first notebook she can get her hands on. She immediately starts scrolling through it, and the expertly drawn doujinishi captivates her immediately.

"S-sorry if it's not very good... I did it myself and all..." Murakumo bows humbly.

"Th-this is... amazing...!" Murasaki exclaims, her soft voice growing just slightly with excitement.

This lifts the masked girl's spirits a bit. "Y-you like it...?!"

Murasaki smiles at her. "Of course I do. This is so awesome, Murakumo-san! I want to read them all!"

Murakumo is blushing big time, so red that it almost bleeds through the mask. "Oh! C-cool... well... I'll explain it to you as we go along."

Murasaki starts to open one... but she almost forgot what her main objective here was. She wanted to take things one step further... and break that introverted shell of hers.

"Wait... we can't read together with that mask on. Why don't you take it off?"

"Ahh!" Murakumo squeaks. She shakes her head rapidly. "No no no no! I never take off my mask! I-I-I c-c-can't d-do that!"

Murasaki tilts her head. "Why not?"

"Why not?! B-because... I... I don't like to show my face. I don't... I don't... I just don't." she repeats, her voice squeaking more and more.

Murasaki crawls forward... and Murakumo scoots back. It happens a second time... and a third time... until the masked girl runs out of real estate to purplenette gets extremely close, faces almost touching. "...You don't have to be afraid with me, Murakumo-san. I'm afraid too. I was afraid I would never find someone I like besides onee-chan... but then I met you. Y-you're a lot like me, Murakumo-san. That's why... I feel so comfy around you. So maybe... you could be the same way with me."

Murakumo's face is burning; making the mask feel like a cauldron. "But I... I... I'm afraid to show my face to people."

"So was I. But here I am, showing my face to you. So cmon, Murakumo-san. Please trust me..."

Murakumo's hands are trembling, her face quivering. This was the hardest thing she ever had to do. But things were different now; she felt like she could trust Murasaki, and she didn't want to ruin that with her cowardice. For the sake of their newfound bond... she had to do this.

"Okay... I'll do it."

Murasaki stares at her mask like a tv screen as the girl's shaking hands grasp it on both sides. Slowly... excruciatingly sluggishly... she lifts it little by little. Higher...higher... until finally it's free of her head.

All Murasaki can do is gasp.

There stands before her, her cute, meek, beautiful, ANGELIC friend. Her pale face, blushing pink, compliments a pair of adorable emeralds that glisten with shyness. And at that moment... Murasaki can finally breath a sigh of content.

"Oh Murakumo-san..." she whispers. "You're so beautiful~"

The now formerly masked girl can feel her eyes getting watery. Murasaki can now see the full extent of her blush; redness engulfs her entire face.

"Ah... M-Murasaki... y-you're just saying that..." she mumbles.

"No I'm not." Murasaki assures, taking her hand. "You're extremely beautiful, Murakumo-san. From now on, I want you to always be comfortable with your mask off around me, okay?"

At first, she can't change her shocked, paralyzed expression... but slowly, her lips curl upwards... upwards... until a soft smile forms.

"...Okay. Thank you... Murasaki...san~"

"Now, let's read~"

Murasaki lays down on her stomach, throwing her feet in the air. She beckons beside her for Murakumo to lay down as well, and the formerly masked girl does just that. They both share a smile as they press their shoulders together and ready a notebook.

"Okay, this one is about a princess with a special magical power... she can battle the forces of darkness by showing affection to those around her."

"Wowww... affection is her power?"

"Yes. She can get stronger by hugging or kissing or... anything nice~"

"That's amazing. What's her name?"

"I haven't gotten that far yet... but I think I'll call her... Yue."

"That's a great name! She's so pretty~"

The two girls laugh and scroll through the vast archives of Murakumo's written work. What started off as mere minutes becomes hours as the two kill time enjoying each other's company. They're having so much fun... they don't want it to end. But time doesn't hold still for anyone, and it wasn't long until the sun started to descend, filling the sky with an orange hue.

"Aw man... I'm sorry Murasaki-san. I have to get home now."

"Ah... I see..."

Murakumo gets off the bed and starts packing up her doujinishi. Murasaki helps... but her movements are sluggish and reluctant. Right now, she would give anything... ANYTHING... just for one more hour.

"Murakumo-san... I'm sad you have to go." Murasaki whimpers, her voice cracking.

"I-I'm sad too..." Murakumo replies, hanging her head down.

"Wh-when can I see you again?!" she pleads, taking the now once again masked girl's hand.

"W-well... I can come visit you every day after school. W-will you be here?"

"Yes! I'll be here always! Morning, afternoon, night... just waiting for you~"

Murakumo blushes warmly upon hearing that. "Oh... that's great! In that case, I'll see you tomorrow!"

She starts to turn away... but Murasaki holds on to her hand a while longer.

"...Wait. One more thing."

"...Hm?"

Murasaki surprises the masked girl by throwing her arms around her. "You're my best friend... Murakumo-san~"

Those words had such a powerful effect on Murakumo; they hit her directly in the heart: a tingling warmth, that shot all the way up to her eyelids. Warm moisture formed in her eyes, filling so much that they finally spilled over.

"Y-you're my best friend too... Murasaki-chan. I... I never want to stop seeing you."

Murakumo returns her warm embrace before finally turning away and leaving. Murasaki is happy... but it's a bittersweet feeling seeing her leave. Still, it wasn't all bad; there were new days to look forward to. Bigger, better days. No doubt, what the two of them have formed will grow into something beautiful.