Hello ! This is my first attempt at a story, well my first chapter anyway, and I just wanted to see how things would work out. My idea for this story is an OOC Naruto, followed my many other main characters, in which he is more evil and sadistic when it comes to battle, thanks to a mixture of different events. I've tried to keep it as grammatically correct as possible, but there still may be mistakes. This story will depict violent scenes and human interaction of a sexual nature, with the usual naughty words, like bum. There won't be any – or too many – Original Characters in this story, as I just don't feel like I'm capable of amassing all of the necessary details about it to make it seem believable. Anyway, this will be NarutoxHarem with the main pairing being NarutoxAnko. Why? In this story, they have similar natures when it comes to life, so I think it will be a good pair. And oh, the age gap will be sorted out in a way that makes me look like a genius to myself. Anyway, on with the first chapter!
Disclaimer : I do not own the Naruto franchaise or anything connected to it, unless I am a descendant of a Japanese guy, but since I'm a white English man, I find that highly unlikely, the hope's still there though!
Chapter 1 : What's inside?
So, Kurama, what do you think these new ninjas are going to be like. Apparently, Konoha has the best brats around(!)' a young thirteen year old boy called Naruto said to his mind. He was looking at the wall of the infamous Hidden Leaf Village, the supposed strongest of the Hidden Villages. The very same village he was forced to leave when he was five years old.
"I don't know ningen[1], but it will be hilarious to see their faces when the demon returns!" Kurama, the evil fox demon, cackled out.
This scene all began eight years ago when Naruto was left for dead in his old apartment on the 10th of October, the same day as his birthday.
((Flashback no Jutsu!))
A young and frail boy lay down on the cold wooden floor, barely able to breath. His clothes were now more holes than fabric, yet no scars were visible on his slightly tanned skin. His eyes opened up to look at the scene around him; the windows smashed beyond recognition, the door busted off of its hinges, and the tears that littered all of his furniture.
Despite being in the situation, despite all of the pain, he did not shed a tear. He knew why these things were happening to him; he was, after all, the Jinchuuriki[2] of the Kyuubi no Kitsune[3]. He merely got up into a kneeling position and took some deep breaths. He didn't bother to lock the door, well, more like couldn't lock it, it wasn't there any more. He simply strode into his bedroom and unceremoniously flopped down onto his tattered mattress.
That was the first time he met the Kyuubi...
(Still flashback mode(In his mind))
"The shit am I" Naruto rudely said aloud whilst looking around the sewer like construct. Pipes lay all down the side of the seemingly infinite hallway. "Bloody fantastic. Fall asleep on a bed, wake up in a sewer. If only my life was a metaphor..." he silently grumbled to himself.
Deciding he had nothing better to do, he lethargically began to stroll down the hallway, occasionally looking at the pipes to see where they went, or what they contained. 'Probably shit' he sullenly thought to himself.
He was about to just lie down and try and sleep after seemingly hours of searching, until he came upon a 'T' junction, with a smaller corridor going to the right. He would have ignored it, not for the fact that the pipes seemed to go in there. He looked closely at them again. When they turned into the corner, there was a split in them, as if they had been strained too much. The larger pipe looked like it was leaking some red goo and the smaller one blue goo.
He entered the little corridor and walked down it for a few minutes until he came upon a big boiler room, only instead of the boilers one would expect to find, some high rising steel bars that went up to the ceiling and had the kanji for 'seal' written on a piece of paper in the centre.
"So, the little ningen decides to grace me with his presence?" a deep, gravelly voice echoed out through the hall. "Ahhh, I should be so lucky, huh?" he finished off with a mirthless laugh.
Naruto looked at the cage in time to see a dark red figure with menacing sharingan eyes appear. He took one look at it and promptly said, "Well, fuck." then fainted into blackness. Within his own mind. Even though he was already unconscious. Because he can.
The giant fox meanwhile, sat there thinking to himself, 'I'd bet my left nut that this kid could be more powerful than any other human alive. I know for a fact I could get him to leave this pitiful village, but I'd need a bargaining chip to fully convince him; an excuse. The village's hatred towards him would work but that might take time. He is already set to inherit my elemental talents. I could give him my eye... but that's never really worked out. I mean look at those Uchiha."
He sat there thinking to himself on how he should proceed. "If I tell him the story of the sharingan, then that'll get him hooked. Then I tell him I could give him it. That might work, but I think I need a stronger kick to the balls to get him gone. Stronger than the sharingan. Hmm" He brought his fist upwards and rested his chin on it and closed his eyes. "Well, the only thing that compares to the eyes of an Uchiha are the bodies of a Senju. Meh, why not, what's the worst that could happen? All it is is a bit of genetic altercation; what's the worst that could go wrong?"
(In this fiction, the Mangekyo Sharingan is not awakened by grief like in cannon, but excessively training the body to a high level, in order to cope with the stress of the techniques used. I figured this would make sense as in the anime, Sasuke, when he uses Susanoo, states "My whole body feels like it's on fire". I thought it would work. As for the Rinnegan, that's a combination of Senju and Uchiha cells, fully evolved sharingan, durable body and an extreme near death experience. The only other way to get it is via transplant, but that only works for Uzumaki, as for me, they are minor descendants of both Uchiha and Senju clans, but not enough so they inherit the bloodlines. They just have high stamina, chakra and life force. I'm not sure if it's true in the manga universe, but imma' roll with that. Ciao for now!)
The Kyuubi heard mumbling coming from the space where Naruto's body lay. He opened one of his slitted eyes to look at the comical event of him waking up. "Urgh, what happened? It feels like I got smacked in the head with a concrete floor." he grumbled out loud, scratching the back of his neck whilst cracking open an eye to see where he was.
"Someone hit your head with a floor, or you hit the floor with your head?" Kyuubi's condescending tone alerted Naruto back to the land of the living. He was, once again, startled by the appearance of the fox and so, he tried to scuttle away. However, he only tried, as after some frantic hand movements, he promptly fell on his ass. "Itai![3]" he shouted whilst rubbing his abused backside like some kid after a night with Jimmy Saville.
"You gonna' stop pratting around ningen? Or are we going to talk like civilised entities, hm?" Kyuubi said in a surprisingly calm voice considering he was thousands of tonnes of pure shit-your-pants terror. "What do you mean talk? How can you talk?! You're a fox! I'm talking to a fox! Oh my god I'm going insane!" He then started hyperventilating until the Kyuubi cut in.
"As much as I love humouring myself by watching you, I have more pressing matters to get on with; like your health. Those guys did a number on you. You may look fine, but fixing that crap does get quite boring. And, what we are going to do about this who situation with the village people, and no, I don't mean that god-forsaken, gay and dam right cruelty to nature band." the Kyuubi sneered out, huffing smoke from its nose.
"What do you mean, 'what am I going to do?'? Live my life here and get stronger to show all of these people that they're wrong about me!" he shouted out, but then the, in the next second, his overall appearance took on a slightly depressed look. "They're never going to accept me, are they?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
The Kyuubi grumbled slightly and opened up both eyes, lifted its head of his perch, and looked at Naruto with full intensity, "No, that's why we're going to have a little liaison from the leaf." He watched Naruto's expression turn from confusion to uncertainty and finally settle on an odd cross between determination and hatred.
"And how long is this trip going to last? Where will we go? Why should I go? And, most importantly, how do I know you're not lying?" Naruto questioned rapidly, seemingly pulling a list of question cards from his arse.
"Well, you definitely want to know everything, don't you?" Kyuubi questioned, getting only a huff in response. "Very well then, in order:
This trip will last for however long you want; five, ten, heck, twenty years for all I care. But I do recommend returning in time for the genin graduation, then we can see if the place is worth staying in, or if there's anything of value here to claim.
"Second question, we will go to my lair where I once resided. It was my haven, all of the Bijuu had them. I kept anything of value I 'borrowed' from you humans. Be it weights, weapons or food, I most likely have it.
"Third one now. I have already summed it up. Hell, the only reason you are talking to me right now is a reason to go, I mean you were on the verge of death, you would have indeed died if I wasn't in you. No one here actually cares about you. You might think that the old man does, but I bet he's just making sure the weapon has ties to the village. What's more, I find your goal admirable. I intend to offer you power to achieve it. Because once you achieve that goal, whatever it may be, I only know the basics of it, you will be skilled enough to remove me without killing yourself. I even have a couple of gifts for you.
"An how do you know I'm not lying? Well, simply put, you don't. You never will. It's one of those things." He finished off his speech with a mental grin, he knew he had Naruto hooked.
"So, what you're saying is, I have nothing to lose, and a whole lot to gain?" Naruto concluded with a sigh. It wasn't everyday you had to make a deal with a demon fox.
"Yes. That's the jist." Kyuubi said with a nod of his head.
"Well," Naruto said, but then stopped to put a finger on his chin and stroked in in a contemplative way, " I guess I'll have to accept your offer."
"Good choice. By the way, for future reference, my name is Kurama."
And so, the tale of an unlikely bond began. But, enough with all this conversing crap, it's making my knee hurt.
((Flashback no Jutsu: Kai!))
'Ah. Good times.' he thought , silently reminiscing about the past whilst keeping a slow and steady pace towards the gate.
"So, what's your plan of action?" Kurama spoke out in Naruto's mind.
Naruto paused for a second to think up a plan of how to get citizenship in the village he abandoned. 'Well, technically, I'm not a missing nin, so I can't be punished for insubordination or abandonment. At best they could try me for leaving the village without consent, but I've seen the laws, and a life or death situation omits that, so I am free there. I could commit a minor crime so I'm reported to the Hokage, of course it would then have to be on a ninja...' he thought whilst approaching the main entrance to Konohagakure no Sato. He was about thirty meters away from it when he got sight of the two guards for the gate. '… Or two ninja.' He concluded malevolently. It appears he really did inherit some traits of the Kyuubi, one being bloodlust.
Approaching the gate, he walked silently up to the guards without them noticing and just stood there. He could quite easily decipher that they were sleeping. All of the clues pointed towards it; head on desk, light snoring sounds and the sign that said 'Temporarily Closed'. Being the impatient person he was however, Naruto ignored it and coughed loudly, waking the two up.
The two guards' heads rose up from their nap and stared blankly at the stranger before them. From what they could see, he was about 5'6" and with the build of a well trained male ninja. He wore pitch black cargo pants that had a single crimson red stripe going down each side and a variety of pockets on it that stored who-knows-what. He also had a dark red haori that came down to his waist, made to stay on with a belt like rope that wrapped around his lower abdomen. It was tied loose enough so that it left a 'cleavage' that showed off his mesh shirt and the well defined muscles underneath it. On the back of the haori, was a dark orange swirl pattern with a tri-bladed yellow kunai in the centre and nine tail like things emanating from it, crimson red tails.
There was a headband around his forehead that kept the spikey red locks from falling into his deep blue, slitted eyes. His head looked like it was carved out of marble, completely chiselled and not an ounce of fat on it. On each side of his face lay three thick whisker marks that could be mistaken for cuts. Well, they didn't see that, for he had a deep red face mask that came up to the ridge of his nose, underneath his eyes. (Think Minato with red hair and Kakashi's mask, because I want him to represent his father in looks and battle prowess, yet his mother in more social aspects (not counting the fact that he will be slightly evil and therefore OOC) and it will come in handy – I hope – later on when the plot thickens like gravy with too many oxo cubes)
To the gate guards, he looked intimidating, and if he could kill then with a single eyelash. They shakily resumed their positions whilst trying miserably to look professional. After regaining their composure, one of them spoke out, "Name, passport and reason for visit, please?"
The man just stood still as if he was trying to solve another god-damn algebra puzzle that his stupid ass teacher keeps setting at the start of every lesson although we've already covered the topic! Anyway. He turned around to face the village, then turned only his head towards them and spoke in a deep, monotone voice, "I don't think I will." he said, then disappeared in a burst of speed that neither chunin guard could see.
Reappearing behind them both, without them noticing, he gave two light slaps to the backs of their head that alerted them to his presence. They quickly spun themselves around and disengaged off of their seats, landing on the road where the man was.
"Who are you?!" one of the guards demanded, holding his kunai in a defensive position like the other.
The man let out an evil chuckle, "Me? You want to know the name of poor, little old me?" He walked around the side of the booth and then in front of the two guards, putting them on alert. "I don't really have a name." he droned out in that same monotonous voice that gave of the idea that he didn't really care. "I lost my name around eight years ago. I'll tell you what I tell everyone else to call me, 'N'. That is if they even live that long fighting me. However, in your cases, I do not want to fight you. I merely wish to see your Hokage. Failure to grant me said wish will result in one of you lying on the road with broken legs, whilst the other rushes off to alert the Hokage. Do as you please." He then took a seat on the counter of the toll booth.
The two now very nervous guards exchanged glances with one another, not doubting for one moment that the man could very well end their lives. One of them whispered to the other, "I-I'll go to the Hokage." and ran off as fast as he could, leaving the other one there with the mysterious man, who wouldn't stop staring at him.
"So, how's the ramen in this village?" he asked nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that he was practically in a hostage situation. "You see, I like ramen. For me it has that certain flair that I can't find in other foods. Every time I eat a bowl of it, even if it's the same person that cooked it, in the same way, it seems to feel different." he spoke wistfully, the bottom of his mask dampening slightly, showing that he was indeed drooling. "Oh! Before I forget, do you also know where I can by some Icha Icha?" he said that with a perverse giggle at the end, and his eyes gleaming slightly.
The chunin left behind just looked on dumbstruck, it seems every powerful ninja had some obscurity, be it youth, perversion or ramen. "Umm, well, I think there is a ramen bar that's said to be quite good called Ichiraku's, but to get the books, I uh, don't know. You'd have to ask Kakashi Hatake, he's the only one in this village that will admit openly to reading them." he said with minor confusion, about to question why they were having a chat like old buddies, but then a group of people dropped down in front of the gates.
There were five people in total, the chunin that alerted them obviously didn't have enough energy to make it back. Four of them, all wearing the same ANBU regulation uniforms and animal masks, created a square in which stood an old man in Hokage robes. Well, he was the Hokage after all.
The aged old kage took a look at the visitor and immediately sensed something nostalgic about him. He wasn't sure where it came from, but he felt like he met him before. However, before he could contemplate it any more, his ninja training took action and tried to sense out for his chakra levels. What he got in response was a surprise. It was clear he was withholding a great amount back, probably about ninety percent of it by his estimation, although he was no proficient sensor. What was shocking though, was the levels he still exuded. Even holding most of his chakra back, the old Hokage could still tell that this man had more chakra on tap than him. 'My God! Only about ten percent of this man's chakra is more than mine! I'd hate to think what would happen if he unleashed it all upon us.' he thought to himself, quite unclear of what to do.
"As acting Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, I command you to reveal your identity!" he demanded as forcefully as he could, which, despite his old age, was still quite the sight.
"You command me?" the masked figure asked with slight doubt, not doubt in himself, but doubt in the Hokage to be able to do that. "You can force me to do so, but not command. I am not a registered ninja in any jurisdiction, I merely have the skills of one." he replied with a cheeky smirk that practically yelled out 'Ha! You can't do shit!'.
Sarutobi knew he was right, after all, all he had done was give two of his ninja a pat on the head and requested to see him. He was in no right to command him. He was interrupted in his chain of thoughts again by the young redhead, "I'll let that go. I only request that in return of my gratitude, you show some of yours by granting me a private meeting." He said, glancing at the ANBU group surrounding the Hokage.
"Very well then, follow me."
Twenty minutes later, the Hokage and visitor were sitting quietly in the Hokage office, with no one prying in, thanks to seals placed on the wall by the stranger. The Hokage was sitting behind his desk, staring intently at the masked man whilst releasing some KI (Killer Intent), although he seemed not to by affected by it at all.
"So, now that we are in a more peaceful place, no wandering eyes, no commanding, may I please know your identity?" The third Hokage asked calmly, despite his anxiousness welling up.
"You know old man?" The figure said, sounding quite amused, "I'm honestly surprised you don't remember me. How long has it been again? Eight years?"
Something seemed to click for Sarutobi with that line. A certain sense of happiness washed over him that hadn't been present for eight years, ever since a certain Jinchuuriki left the village. "Naruto?" he whispered out, eyes widening slightly as the figure pulled his mask down, revealing the six whisker marks and the undeniably fox like grin that Naruto was so known for.
"Got it in one, jiji." he feigned happiness in seeing his 'surrogate grandfather' again. It wasn't like he hated him for whatever he did, it's more like what he didn't do. All of the abuse that he didn't put an end to. Naruto wasn't sure if the Hokage even knew about all of the scuffles with the villagers or not. Either way, he still resented the man, like most other people that valued peace and love. Absolute hippies, the lot of them. He only believed in using people for his own gains, using emotions against them. That was his first lesson from Kurama.
"What happened to you? Where have you been for these years and why did you go in the first place?" he shot out to the newly unmasked Naruto, the small youth that he used to love like family, all of a sudden didn't seem so young. I mean, what thirteen year old is 5'6"?
"Do you want to know?" Naruto asked and then waited for Sarutobi's nod, which he got shortly after. "Very well. Well, as you know I left the village under the advice of the Kyuubi, whom I talked to shortly after getting left for dead in my apartment." He stopped when he saw Sarutobi about to object, and yell about the dangers of the Kyuubi, but he put a hand up to dismiss his inquiry.
"Look, I understand your fears about dealing with Kurama – that's Kyuubi's real name- but trust me here, he hasn't done anything but teach me how to survive and thrive. Now, I'm back here to live up to my parent's will to become a ninja and a perfect Jinchuuriki, which I am. So, that's the small part of my story; the outlines anyway, want to hear the whole adventure?" he asked with a sly smirk, knowing the renowned Hokage will be eating his words as if they were from God for the next couple of hours.
And after seeing his exuberant nodding, he began his epic tale, unveiling all of his secrets and skills.
((2 hours later))
"So, you really met him and did that? And you have that? Wow. In all my life, I don't think I have ever met a person with more potential ability than you, including your father and the first Hokage. Kami above, Naruto." The old man spoke out, clearly amazed at the story, especially the sharingan. "So, what level would you say you're at? What's your chakra level, also?" he questioned his young subordinate.
"Well, level, I would have to say... Well beyond you. At this moment in time, I could rival the Gobi (Five tails) in sheer amounts of chakra and as for skill, well, I spent everyday training every single ninja art I could find with thousands of shadow clones. I'd actual like to thank one of the ANBU for showing me that jutsu, Weasel, I believe he was, good guy. Silent, but I like that type." he said, silently reminiscing about his visits from the ANBU agent.
The Hokage looked at him incredulously, "Gobi!? Thousands of shadow clones?! What kind of monster are you going to become. I could never hope to have that much chakra, hell, I doubt in my prime I was at the level of the Ichibi (One Tail). Damn, and you're only thirteen years old." He sighed dejectedly, wondering where the youth and effervescence of the once delightful child was doing for so long.
"Well, thirteen is not quite right." Seeing the Hokage's questioning look, he decided to elaborate, "When I helped Kurama complete himself, the stress was too much on my body to go through at once. So, in order to survive, I used a medical jutsu that aged myself at a rapid pace, in order to cope with the influx of chakra and energy. So right now I'm about seventeen, give or take, in terms of my body. Which is nice, but getting 'the talk' when I 'grew' from Kurama was beyond awkward. I swear, since then, I've never looked at a female the same, and grew a strange addiction to the Icha Icha series." At that last remark, the Hokage smiled, a new member to the elite group had arrived.
"So, Naruto-kun, what kind of position do you want here? Jonin, Elite Jonin, ANBU, ANBU Commander, Head of ANBU Forces, the Hokage seat? You're more than powerful enough for them all. I'm also willing to bet, if what you are saying is true, then a single shadow clone of yours is enough to beat me and claim the title of Hokage. Ha!" Sarutobi joked, despite knowing internally, it was more than likely true.
"No no no! I was thinking more along the lines of being in a new genin squad." he started out explaining, "I have seen the quality of some of your ninja, and if I do say so myself, the results aren't that great. If I could get on a genin team, I could 'encourage' all of the graduating children to push themselves harder. And you never know, I might get a nice Jonin senei to 'learn' from." he giggled perversely.
"Well, you might just be in luck. I have a team that isn't fully filled out yet, Team 8, lead by Yuhi Kurenai. I had to move the other potential person for the team, Inuzuka Kiba, because he couldn't be trusted around women and he was much better suited to learning under Kakashi than Kurenai. So you'll be on Team 8 with Hyuuga Hinata and Yamanaka Ino. In case you're interested, Team 7 is lead by Hatake Kakashi, with Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura and, as you already know, Inuzuka Kiba. Team 10, the only other team from this year to pass, will be lead by my son, Asuma, with members Nara Shikamaru, Akimichi Choji and Aburame Shino. Team 9 is still in circulation from last year, lead by Maito Gai, it has in: Rock Lee, Tenten Higurashi and Hyuuga Neji. Good luck. Team meetings are in two days; academy room 269." he finished looking up and smiling at his newest subordinate.
Naruto bowed politely and said, "Thanks a lot jiji," and was about to leave until Sarutobi's voice interrupted him again.
"Don't you need a place to stay?" he questioned the boy, effectively stopping him in his tracks. Sarutobi couldn't help but let out a chuckle, it seems old habits die hard.
Naruto stopped to think for a moment, absent mindedly stroking his chin, until he came to say, "Nah, I think I'll find a fuck buddy or two, it's been a couple of weeks since I've had a good lay." and left, missing out on the quite comical dazed look on his leader's face.
"That boy is going to be the death of me... And probably the lifetime savings of Jiraiya." he let out a perverse chuckle and pulled out his new 'Icha Icha: No Means Yes' along with a box of tissues... In case he gets a nose bleed, you sick fucks!
((1 hour later, at some random bar))
Naruto was enjoying his fifth cup of sake whilst eyeing up the local females, trying to pick his prey. It was a delicate job; he needed someone who was not in a relationship, no interests in them, and quite horny. He thought his search fas for nought, all of the girls that night seemed too cooped up in their friend groups. That was the worst situation. Without a wingman, the golden rule was to go after single targets. Friends to women were like extra defences; they all ganged up to unleash feminine fury.
But then, in walked one beauty of a woman. Purple hair, tied up to look like a pineapple. Short skirt, revealing long and beautifully shaven legs; he just hoped the rest was also shaven. And to top it off, a trench coat that practically said, 'Hey there! Look at my tits!'. He thought he died and went to heaven.
He decided to observe her for a few more minutes, seeing her motives. After a few dishes of sake and a couple minutes later, he made his analysis. She was obviously feeling down, maybe broke up with her lover, or just a bad mission. She looked pretty game, the only thing saying otherwise was the slight tiredness present in her eyes, but that's nothing for a trained ninja.
He sat up, walked over to the bar counter where she was sat, took the seat next to her, turned on his charming voice and said, "You know, pretty ladies like you shouldn't be looking so sad, it takes away the beauty." He let out some of his chakra and directed it towards her, one of his methods that increases attraction by surprising amounts. He almost laughed when he saw her expression.
She looked up to him expecting to find one of those sweaty guys that think they are a pimp, only to find what she could only describe as the earthen form of Adonis. Handsome face, firm build, gorgeous eyes and the most entrancing smile; she couldn't help but let a blush form on her cheeks.
"You know" he started, then leant down to whisper into her ear, "There's a certain activity that I enjoy doing. I always makes me feel happy when I'm done" he finished in a husky breath, then decided to test the waters a little bit, he could already tell that she was attracted to him, the pheromones she was giving off increased as soon as he made himself known. So, he moved his mouth over to her ear and gave a little lick, amplified with some soothing chakra, to her lower ear that made her gasp.
Anko couldn't believe her night. She'd just came back from her highly unsuccessful mission, that resulted in half of her team being put into hospital and now she'd met some absolute hunk that almost made her cream her panties by licking her ear. 'I don't care what I have to do, I am taking him home now'
Trying her best to sound confident, Anko leaned into his ear, put on her best sexy voice and said, "You, me, my place, now!" She hoped that worked and that she didn't come off like a slut, that would be the downfall of the day.
Now it was Naruto's second view of heaven. This had to be a new record for bedding a girl, his fastest previously had been in Hot Springs country. Although, all he did then was walk into the wrong side of an onsen, naked. And, to his joy, one look at his body, the two girls in there just pounced him in minutes, but this was instantaneous.
"No complaints here sexy." he said then a second later whisked away by a shunshin, leaving a very angry bartender.
After the two left, a woman wearing a red battle dress and bandages wrapped around it, walked into the same bar the two had just left. 'Hm, I wonder where Anko is, she said she'd meet me here. Oh well, she must have got stuck on that mission longer than intended... Or she just forgot, yeah, that seems like her. I better go check out her place.' she thought, then walked off to Anko's apartment on the other side of the street.
And there is the end of chapter 1! I would appreciate it if you left some helpful reviews or suggestions on how to introduce characters/what characters to have in the harem. I know how Ino and Hinata are going to fit in, but I'm not completely sure on the position of Kurenai. Yes, she is going to be a feminista prude here, or... can Anko convince her to join in on the fun that will ensue? Anyway, that concludes the first chapter, with 5459 words (not counting the bits in bold at the top and bottom of the page, that would be cheating). Review and favourite, Ciao for now!