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With the nature of Hinata's position, it may appear that her character is OOC, but, I will say this as early as possible that the story will reveal itself and there will be explanations as to her obvious change in behavior, why the change as well as the change in her confidence and personalities (yes, that's plural). So if you think that Hinata is not the Hinata we usually see on the series, allow this humble noobie of a writer to explain as the story unfolds and let creativity express itself. :D
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Warning : Smut ; and this chapter is quite lengthy. Also there is a time skip from the Prologue. This chapter is now set a week before Shippuden starts
Here is Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Yugakure no Sato (Village Hidden in Hot Water)
"Genma, what's the status?"
The toothpick on his mouth shifted from the right to his left – his replacement for his senbon was the first bad thing in this place. Things were getting raunchy, and downright suffocating in this bar. The scent of heavy musk among the dingy customers and the strong scent of tobacco and alcohol invaded his senses, and Genma wasn't happy about it. This was the last place he would want to be right now, and the amount of shady, paranoid, angry men in the bar was obviously getting on his group's nerves. The six scantily clad waitresses who wore only panties were practically whores, and the few clothed (three to be exact) were obviously hostages on the brink of peeing their pants out of horror, or possibly raped was not an arousing scene. Too many people guarded the place, some were fucking on the walls, and other customers were high on whatever illegally obtained drugs they were on. There's just too many going on in this place. And it would only make this mission – this test – all the more dangerous and difficult. Not that he could complain out loud, seeing that this was his and Raidou's final test before becoming full-fledged Konoha ANBUs.
Sure, he was not in his usual attire, and surely not in his usual jovial character. The amount of security their target imposed on the bartender/owner was just too much. Clad only on a simple navy blue shirt, dark pants, worn out windbreaker and sandals, some traveling bags and clothes, his Leaf hita-ite gone and his chocolate-colored hair tied on a sloppy ponytail, he certainly could pass as a travelling man who unfortunately decided to stop on a shady bar for rest. He had already booked a room upstairs to go with his guise. He slowly lifted his beer to his mouth using his left hand, pretended to drink and spoke on his conceiled microphone to his leader.
"Place is sticky with Hiro's bodyguards, two on the bartender's side at 12'o clock; Two more on the foot of the stairs on 6. Four are upstairs looking down on the bar. Three are pretending to be customers at 4. Two fucking senseless at 9, three possible hostages including the owner on the bartender's side still at 12, his daughters I suppose – and yeah their clothed, about the only thing that seems normal in here. To put the cherry on top, every other customer seems to be drugged, making out, and lost in tobaccos and alcohol in this hellhole," his assessment finished in a singsong.
"Can you tell how many of Hiro's people are actually in the building, Tori-san?" said his leader over the earphone.
"Including the people that Genma-san counted, there are ten more upstairs on the fifth room to the right. Two bodyguards are on the front of the room; One on each corner of the building, a total of 29. 28 chakra's are highly spiking, very agitated. The only one that's different is the one upstairs, Neko-senpai. All are male except for one." The calm voice over their earphones belonged to another examinee, Tori was her name.
She was a wallflower, Raidou once said. Soft-spoken, very specific in honorifics, gentle. Both he and Raidou only met her this morning. She was ordered by the Godaime to immediately go with them after she finished her last mission. Silky indigo hair that fell 'til her waist, a short stature that reached only to Genma's shoulders, and footfalls that can only be heard by the most sensitive of ears. She was engulfed in an overly huge navy blue jacket though, a black shirt underneath, standard shinobi black pants and sandals: no way to accurately discern her body type. A navy blue mask covered her forehead, half of her nose and eyes – though he can't identify the color of her irises; her button-up nose and cute lips and slender neck were the only features visible. She was a sensory type, that much they can conclude – but her other shinobi skills were still a mystery. They were fairly being natural with her, even their senpai. She doesn't seem to be appalled by the sometimes (heavily) perverse nature of his and Raidou's conversations, and they even caught her snickering or hiding a giggle to their antics. Other kunoichis might have been on their throats by now, but she just smiles knowingly, meaning she caught their drift.
"How are the traps you've laid, Raidou?" Neko-senpai's voice brought him out of his musings.
"Ready when you all are, " came his best friend's voice.
"Okay. When Shinpachi Hiro comes out with his mistress, we'll wait a few minutes before we commence to plan," Neko-senpai commanded.
Shinpachi Hiro, a once S-Cass criminal of Sunagakure who slaughtered fifteen civilians because they refused him to enter a bathhouse in Konoha 15 years ago. He's been on the run ever since, and decided along the way to help rogues in smuggling civilians, illegal drugs and explosives from one country to another. He's 5 ft. 8 inches tall, brown hair, lanky body and gaunt-like face. He has a scar that ran diagonally on his left ear. He has been reported to be very paranoid, as evidenced by the amount of bodyguards present. He has other people taste his food and drink fluids just to make sure that they aren't poisoned. But every man has his weakness, and his weakness has just been exposed two days ago by one of Konoha's informants to the ANBU – and that weakness is his brunette drunkard mistress. All of his personal guards are reportedly less guarded when the woman is around.
It was a simple plan, basically: spike, wait and strike. Genma will pretend to be drunk, make a fool of himself, spike the mistress's drink with poison, mistress gets sick, Hiro accommodates mistress, goes back to his room and attack commences. Spike. Wait. Strike. Fuck, yeah. Easier said than done.
There was an outcry from one of the tables, and everyone looked at the foot of the staircase.
There was Hiro with his guards, and a scowling blonde woman who was clad only in her panties. Shit just hit the fan. It was not his mistress. And his face is extremely agitated, from Genma's point of view.
"Fuck. The girl's not his mistress. And he's batshit angry." Genma spouted to his comrades.
"So he's more paranoid than usual? That can't be ideal to our plan." His partner continued for him.
The ANBU member was silent for a while. A heavy sigh was heard on all their earphones. "We must formulate another plan then. If Genma spikes the girl's drinks he might just leave the girl right there coz he doesn't care and he'll command his guards to search the area."
Nobody spoke for almost 3 minutes, everyone swallowed on their own thoughts until a soft voice rang through their earphones.
"Neko-senpai, I'll back Genma-san up."
Everyone was stunned when the soft-spoken Tori voiced her decision.
"Are you sure, Tori?" Their leader's voice was full of worry. Genma and Raidou were concerned and curious as to what her plan was.
"Hai, senpai. I'm sure. But I need 5 minutes, uhm, to 'prepare'." Prepare for what? Raidou was raising his binoculars to the window where he can easily see Genma swirling his beer. He too was contemplating on what their female comrade said. They don't want to lose their lead on this guy, and sure as hell they would not compromise this mission and their possibility of being promoted from Special Jounin to ANBU just because of the absence of the bastard's mistress.
An exasperated sigh escaped from their leader. "If you say so, Tori. We'll give you 5 minutes, and 5 minutes only, God knows the extent of Hiro's attention span is. Now go do what you need to do, we'll keep watch."
"Hai. Arigatou." Scurrying was heard over their earphones. Well, that was unexpected, Raidou thought. They haven't heard of the kunoichi before, and have no information of her skills. So far she's been hiding from her location pretty well. They waited for 5 excruciating minutes, and thankfully enough Hiro was still in the bar drinking, albeit from Genma's table she was mostly ignored.
"Raidou, Genma. Let's keep our eyes peeled and ears opened. Hopefully we'll be done in an hour, an hour and a half max. Hiro might bolt out of this in in two hours, might as well wrap this up fast. Be wary of distractions, and wait for my instructions. We'll continue communicating through our microphone and earphones. Raidou, our positions and plans will stay the same." The ANBU member instructed. "And Genma, whatever happens, do what Tori tells you." He finally added reluctantly.
"Hai". Both special jounins said in unison. Whatever the hell this is, might as well go with the flow. Genma said to himself.
"Okay. There's a cloaked figure coming to the front of the door. That's Tori." Neko-senpai said. Raidou positioned his binoculars, and he saw a cloaked figure entering the inn. Genma was eyeing for Hiro's movements when the door opened. When Genma and Raidou both turned to their comrade, their jaw dropped when the kunoichi took of her hood and placed them on Genma's table.
The girl – no, woman – who approached Genma could not have been Tori. Her silky tresses were messily arranged, as if she was out for a party. Her mask was hidden behind big, black sunglasses, and she wore lusty red lipstick that complemented with her blushing cheeks. His eyes went down to her neck, and down to her – OH GOD – her tight purple sundress with thin straps that hugged her oh-so-ample breasts that revealed light lavender lace bra. It doesn't take a genius to figure out if she was excited or not because her fucking perked nipples are there, oh shit, there! Her dress framed her slender shoulders and beautiful collarbones, exposing her creamy complexion. The sundress, no, that can't be called a sundress it's a fucking nightgown if it only reached midthigh, Genma thought. He literally gasped when eyed her curvy hips which lead to toned, milky thighs that he mused were quite ready for some licking. To complete her look she wore black wedge shoes that gave her small stature a few inches taller. Genma gulped, his adam's apple visibly bobbed along his dry throat. To say that he was extremely aroused was the understatement of the century. Shit, he could die a happy man whether this mission failed or not, screw ANBU Admission! This could be the best day of his goddamned shinobi life!
"Jeez, Genma, stop being a mute ass and say something, stupid!" Raidou shouted, clearly exasperated over his friend's lack of focus.
"Fuck, babe, where the hell have you been?" Genma breathily asked the little minx. If it was a question directed to Tori or if he was asking himself, no one bothered to ask further. Quick as a fox, the woman immediately went ahead and got into character. She slowly touched Genma's right hand, and slowly glided her small hands to his shoulders. She slowly positioned herself between Genma's legs and sat on his right thigh. Her hands looped at the back of his neck. By reflex, his hands enclosed on her small waist, and Genma couldn't help but appreciate the uncensored view of her cleavage.
She giggled, her plump lips tempting to be kissed. "Sorry, nothing to worry about. Something just came up," she bit her lower lip, her eyes looked downcast to his tented trousers, and Genma couldn't decide if he's going to be embarrassed by the situation or happy for the obvious sexual innuendo. Neko-senpai coughed over their earphones. Raidou snorted.
"Play along. Act like a submissive lover." Her husky whisper to his right ear gave him the chills. Was that an order? Hell. Two can play the game. He smiled to her, and she knowingly smiled back.
She cupped his face and Genma prepared himself for the inevitable bliss.
Her lips were soft, and the kiss was light. She tasted like strawberries and vanilla. She kissed his upper lip, and then his lower lip, slowly dragging his lower lip with her teeth. She pushed his head closer, and licked his lips with her tongue, asking permission for entrance. Genma opened his mouth, and allowed the vixen to control their pace. For all his life he's never been submissive, but this, this vixen, he'll play along just fine. She ravished his mouth, darted her tongue and explored wantonly. She sucked his tongue and continued to kiss his equally hungry lips. Genma invaded her mouth with his tongue, and he felt himself shiver as Tori gave a long and loud moan in between kisses. They continued their ministrations until they both parted and gasped for air. She leaned backwards and guided Genma's lips to her neck. His hands stroked her sides up and down, and his thumb brushed against her ribs and the undersides of her breasts. She placed her right cheek against his left cheek, and spoke to her leader.
"Is he watching, Neko-senpai?" How could she still think rationally while doing this? Where did this woman come from? Genma simply had no clue. "No, he isn't." The woman sighed, and without warning, slowly changed her position and straddled his partner. She grinded her core to Genma's groin, and smiled when Genma loudly moaned with pleasure with the contact. She leaned more and forcefully grabbed his head and directed it her bountiful breasts, and he swiftly placed both his hands to her toned back, rubbing circles to her lower back. He glided his hand to her upper back, expertly unclipped the hook of her lavender bra, and shoved the bra straps to her shoulders. With the bra displaced, he licked the creamy skin of her cleavage and alternately sucked and nipped it. He smiled before he continued sucking the obviously flushed orbs, pleased that he could draw out moans of ecstasy from his partner. He could actually see her pink and pert nipples ready for the taking. His right hand glided to her knees, and slowly crept to her thighs while he licked a bruise on her cleavage. She pushed her breasts to his hard chest, grinded her core to his clothed member while moaning as he caressed his thumb on the sides of her delicate panties. They were obviously making out now in the middle of the fucking bar, and Genma couldn't care less of what other people were thinking or doing, because he's very, very happy with what he was doing, better yet – who he was doing.
He looked at the face of his partner, eyes half-lidded with lust, mouth parted and her cheeks flushed, this enchanting view only contributed to the happy twitching of his already aroused member. As he was getting ready to suck her left nipple to his drooling mouth, a harsh bang was heard on their table and Genma's dark eyes opened, looked up at the crushed furniture, and lazily darted to the man who dared to interfere in their sexual exploits.
His eyes met with an angry, frustrated, and obviously flustered Shinpachi Hiro.
They finally got the fuckface's attention.
Bingo.
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