WARNING: The following story contains sexual themes.
This is the pilot for a short story I have been planning. Please provide me with some feedback, it would be very much appreciated, and ultimately serve as an extra motive for my journey.
The setting takes place more than 40 years after the conclusion of the 4th shinobi world war. The chunin exams is in its final stages, leaving participants with a month to prepare. The story centers largely around the relationship between the 8th Hokage, Sayuri Uchiha, and a genin who is participating by the name of Satoshi Sarutobi.
The scorching hot rays of the blazing sun above beamed through the cracks of a sealed window, splashing its warmth upon the Eighth Hokage and her sleeping husband. The couple was fashioned atop a thin futon mattress lain down atop a hardwood flooring, with all but a fragile sheet of linen cloth draped across them, so as to protect their undergarments from being visible.
Uchiha Sayuri awoke slowly, blinking her eyes several times before a playful smirk played upon her soft, pink lips. Turning about on the makeshift bed, she wrapped her arms around the man resting beside her, and digging her large, planetary breasts into his spine, sent a gentle kiss to his neck, lifting him from his slumber.
He groaned as she continued upward toward his cheek, and with one fell swoop, he undid her lock around his torso and pushed her off to the side, before sitting up with a monstrous yawn and tended to his blank white eyes, using the palms of his hands to ease their stress.
Hyuga Kanatoko was a man reputed for his stern behavior and meritable discipline. Among the many shinobi of Konohagakure, he abided most diligently to the laws of justice, placing them before his own existence, and at times, even before his own family. He solemnly believed in the benefits of strict enforcement, which was all put into effect at the beginning of each and every morning, for that was when the schedule began. There was no time for lackadaisical triumphs, perfection was waiting.
Dawning a rather amusing facial expression, Sayuri pouted her lips, tilted her head, and met her partner with a look of innocence conveyed in her big blue eyes. Crawling towards him seductively, this time she rested her hands on his shoulders from behind, and nestled her face up against his handsome visage.
She was a woman essentially worshipped for her beauty. With an inflated rump, stupendous curves and breasts so large they could never be contained beneath any article of clothing, she was the subject of worldwide admiration. Shinobi would have gave their lives for a night with her. Yet, her husband of all people was able to resist her, resulting in gruesome sexual frustration.
"Oh please, just this once?" She begged, closing her eyes as her hand went to caress his bare chest. "You've kept me waiting a while now; won't you teach a naughty girl like me to behave properly?"
The head of the Hyuga Clan merely shook his head, and with a forceful flick of his wrist, sent his wife toppling back onto her pillow. "You of all people need to learn to endure hardship. For crying out loud, you are the Hokage, stop acting like a sex deprived whore. Learn to control your personal desires; it was never my responsibility to satisfy them," he beamed, the veins around his Byakugan bulging into thick ripples. "Now, I have work to do this morning, and you yourself are of no exception. The chunin exams are within their final stages, and the match ups for the third round have not yet been dictated. Are you really going to keep the world waiting because you wanted to sleep in a bit longer?"
With that, Kanatoko stood and left Sayuri behind to cope by herself. Even after more than a decade of being together, and bearing a child almost every other year, the two had their clear differences, and getting along for extensive periods of time was nothing short of a struggle. At times, Sayuri cursed her parents for arranging such a marriage; though after a bit of a forethought, there would not have been a more suitable match.
The Hyuga were the Leaf's most prestigious bunch, and Kanatoko had flourished into the role as their leader. Though she referred to herself as an Uchiha, Sayuri was of an assorted lineage; much of the blood coursing her veins belonged to the rivaling Senju, and because the Uchiha had been massacred long ago, she had never been exposed to their culture. Tsunade had raised her since she was little, and therefore had every right to dictate her marriage into the Hyuga's main branch, so as to establish a proper name for the recovering Senju.
She had taken on her husband's Hyuga surname, and even after her becoming of the Hokage, it still felt as though he had possession of her, if not complete control. He practically decided every major decision that came her way and prohibited her from partaking in certain festivities. Whether or not he truly realized, Sayuri was enduring, very much so.
The chunin exams bore great potential for the Hyuga, with Kanatoko's nephew, Teppei Hyuga, having stormed into the final round. He was one of two representatives of the leaf within the competition, but without a doubt, its clear favorite. He was a prodigy among prodigies, having capitalized upon every bit of his potential. Kanatoko had taken full responsibilities of training him for the up and coming month leading to the tournament. The training sessions began early morning and stretched across to the nighttime for the best results. Any details of the regime were protected from outsiders, made exclusive only to the Hyuga. Even Sayuri, as both the Hokage and wife of the head had no idea as to what kind of training it truly was.
The door to the Hokage's office was sealed as she analyzed the results of the first two rounds of the Chunin Exams. On the desk before her sat an envelope filled with the pictures of the sixteen remaining participants. This meant that there were four total rounds for this year's third round, all of which were to consist of one-on-one matchups. The rules were simple; the shinobi that defeated the other moved on to face the victor of the corresponding matchup, until only a single ninja remained.
Even despite their home court advantage, Konoha had only emerged with two genin. The rivaling hidden villages had done rather well, with Kumogakure and Kirigakure totaling four each, Iwagakure totaling three, and Sunagakure with two. The last participant hailed from Takigakure, the only shinobi who was not from one of the five great shinobi nations to have made it this far.
As the host of the exams, the Hokage was to dictate the individual pairings. Normally, whatever matchup accounted for the most hype would have been immediately put into effect, in an effort to capitalize upon profits made leading into the fight. However, in regards to Teppei's matchup, Kanatoko had another idea in mind.
Kanatoko wanted all of Konoha to celebrate the Hyuga for the duration of the exams. He had already addressed Sayuri of his plan the night before, and expected her to now rig the bracket to his liking, so that Teppei could defeat the other leaf shinobi within the first round itself, therefore earning him the village's praise once and for all. That would pit him against Satoshi of the Sarutobi Clan.
With the fall of the Uchiha and Senju, the Hyuga had emerged as the Leaf's most powerful asset. Their only real competition for the position was the Sarutobi, who Kanatoko explained, were on their way out. It had been quite some time since the passing of the Third Hokage, whose son Asuma bit the dust fairly quickly, leaving the future of the clan in question. Upon coming of age, Sarutobi Konohamaru took over the reigns of the clan, though it never again managed to reach the peak of expectations established during the Third's tenure.
The latest of operations led to the declaration of Konohamaru's oldest child, Sarutobi Gin, as the clan's heir, however he soon succumbed to the pressure and defected from the village as a missing-nin, only to be murdered upon venturing into the Land of Wind. This left Satoshi, Gin's younger brother as the next heir. By analysis, he was no match for Teppei, and his loss would without a doubt demoralize the already troubled Sarutobi clan, and perhaps vanquish their reputation before the whole world.
This is what Kanatoko sought, what he ordered his wife to do. Even before her obligation as the leader of her village, Sayuri was his wife. Surely, she couldn't disobey him, could she?
Reaching into the envelope, the busty brunette unveiled the mugshot of Satoshi. His complexion appeared dim, and he bore a sorrowful expression, one symbolizing the amount of weight cast down upon his shoulders. The future of his clan may have very well depended on his success during the exams. Guilt shot up into Sayuri's being.
Another emotion appeared shortly afterward, following in hot pursuit. Her womanly desires had gone unanswered for so long, and had finally caught up to her. She needed to comfort herself if she were to make it through the rest of the day. She needed to act swiftly, if she planned to maintain her sanity.
Without losing grip of Satoshi's photo, as she was still attempting to maintain focus on her work for the most part, Sayuri's other hand ran down her curvy physique and slid inside her pants, where an ocean of oozing fluids awaited her. Very gently she stuck her fingers inside and started to pleasure herself, spreading her legs apart to make for a more efficient process.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back to rest against the seat. She picked her bare feet up off the floor and positioned them onto her desk. As the movement of her fingers quickened, the Hokage released a sly moan in her own office.
Sayuri tucked the photo in between her cleavage and allowed it to venture upon the tightness. Her face turned bright red and liquid waterfalled from her seat, spilling onto the flooring. Still, she needed more. Much more, in order to satisfy her needs. She carried on this way for several hours until the planning for the tournament had finally come to an end.
Later that night, Sayuri joined her husband in bed after feeding him to a warm meal. Between her responsibilities as the Hokage, she still found the time to be an able housewife; she felt as though she finally deserved some sort of reward for all the hard work she had been putting in lately.
Her breasts barely managed to keep her bra from tearing as she slipped in beside Kanatoko under the sheets. She very seductively caressed his bear chest and rested the side of her face against his hardened shoulder, looking toward him with her blue eyes. He offered her nothing, only turning onto his side and showing her his back. Sayuri shook her head and crossed her arms beneath her melons, turning to face the opposite side.
It was then that she noticed a shadow creeping past her window, accompanied by the crunch of some twigs. She turned to face her husband immediately in response, but was forced to rise from her bed to check on the matter herself when she found him already asleep.
Donning a robe, she stepped outside her home barefooted. Unlike the vast majority of the kage who served Konohagakure, Sayuri did not occupy the Hokage mansion. Instead, she lived in a dojo along the outsider borders of the village. Initially, she had every intent to take her place within the Hokage mansion, just as her many predecessors had done before her. However, her husband instead wanted to remain within the Hyuga district, so that he could watch over his clan. Finally, an agreement was made. They would instead settle down in the dojo that met both landmarks halfway, so that they both remained easily accessible. Their children were either always out on missions, or living on their own.
The dojo was sprung in the midst of a forest, rendering it surrounded by towering trees. It was odd to be out so late in the night, not many villagers ever took this route since it very well led out of the village. Upon walking a short distance from her home, the dark silhouette of a figure became comprehensible.
"Hello," Sayuri said, though was forced to repeat herself after no response. "Hello, what are you doing out here so late in the night?"
The person froze, evidently, and Sayuri walked up closer for a better view. Dark black hair that spilled over the eyes, a rounded facial structure that suggested a minor, and a backpack thrown across his shoulders. It was none other than Sarutobi Satoshi, who was to be participating in the final round of the exams.
"Satoshi-san?" she inquired, pausing when she came within arm's reach. She examined his face, distilling a worrisome expression. "Is something wrong?"
He appeared to be quite that she had recognized him at first, for he initially offered nothing more than a widened gaze. He cleared his throat before he spoke, and looked toward his feet instead of engaging within eye contact. "N-no, I was just going for a walk."
"Outside of the village?" Sayuri rose an eyebrow. "If there is something wrong, you can tell me."
"Well," he kicked some dirt and his hands retreated behind his back. He looked away yet again, refusing her blue eyes. "I was really just going for a walk, seriously."
He was no more than 17 years of age, further evident by his behavior. He hadn't thought of a better excuse in all the time it took him to get there.
Sayuri shook her head, not believing it for even a moment. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm so as to comfort him, before turning his face so that his eyes finally met hers. "If there is something wrong, you can tell me."
His lips pouted, and the worrisome expression returned to his visage. "Well, I was just nervous about these upcoming exams.. I didn't want to let anyone down, and after I saw who I would be facing in the first round, it just made me feel that much more hopeless.."
Sayuri couldn't help but feel responsible for the boy's anxiety. After all, she was the one who dictated the matchups for the first round of the tournament. He was slowly walking down the footsteps of his brother, who too ran away from the village when succumbing to the grievous pressure of filling the shoes of the heir position. This was entirely her fault.
"Well, what do you hope to achieve from running away like this? There is still a month before that fight even takes place, and it's better to lose after having given your all rather than abandoning your loved ones who are relying on you," her hands fell to her hips, and the Hokage took up a forceful tone. "You can't give up without even trying!"
The boy shook his head. "I've already made up my mind.. what do you even know about any of this? If I lose to a kid much younger than me in front of all those people, it's going to ruin the Sarutobi name! If I fail, my whole family will resent me for my entire life!"
There was a long silence. Satoshi made to apologize in a hurry. "I... I'm sorry it's just.. I shouldn't even have made it past the preliminaries, I don't deserve to be this far.."
"You're wrong about yourself," Sayuri beamed.
Satoshi's eyes widened.
"Everyone is capable of going as far as their mind allows them to go. If you never believe in yourself to begin with, well then, you're preparing yourself to fail," she held out a tightened fist. "Give me one month to prove it to you. If you don't see any results in that time, well then, I'll help you pack your bags and we'll meet again at this spot. What do you say?"
Satoshi looked up with confusion. It had all happened so suddenly, though he couldn't exactly give up on the offer of being personally trained by the Hokage, of all people. With shaking legs, he looked towards her.
"Well?" Sayuri inquired, waiting for a response.
Hesitant at first, Satoshi slowly brought his fist towards hers.
That's it for the first chapter! For this to proceed, I'm going to need some feedback, so please leave me some reviews!