"ARGHHHHHHHHH! I'M SO PISSED OFF WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT!" Iria screamed as she was buried under yet another stack of paper work. She lay on the ground covered with a mountain of papers and files. Her head and right arm the only thing sticking out. White fingerless gloves covered her hands, ending above her wrists.

"You don't say?" Mira asked boredly as she finished signing off yet another paper.

"How did we even get trapped doing this?" Iria hissed as she struggled to pull herself from the mess.

Mira's eyebrow twitched."I believe it went a little something like this…."


"Hehehehehe, I'll make a killing." She muttered as she fixed Mira's invention. It was a camera that didn't make smoke or flash when you used it. Half the time the pictures didn't come out right as she was still working on it.

"I can't believe you're using it for something like this!" Mira hissed from her position near Iria. She stood with her back to both her and the onsen(sp?) wall.

"Oh hush. We need some extra cash, and I know Jiraya at least will pay a lot for these. Just stop gripping." She muttered leaning over in the tree farther. She aimed the camera at the woman in the onsen and grinned. "Even Hokage-Sama's here." She chuckled lowly.

"Pervert." Mira muttered crossing her arms.

"Oh, like you're one to talk. I know you hide Icha Icha Yaoi Edition under your bed along with novels, manga's, and comics." She said in a mocking tone.

Mira coughed slightly to cover her reddening face. "That's not the point. It's not like I'm sneaking into people's houses and watching or something…." She muttered.

Iria paused. "…Are you?"

"NO!" Mira hissed lowly as she glared at her partner.

Iria shrugged and turned back to taking pictures of the woman bathing. However something else caught her attention when she heard the door to the men's section open. Looking up droll started sliding down her chin as Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and various members of Akatsuki entered. "Huba, huba…." She muttered with stars in her eyes leaning forward.

The camera slipped.

The girls in the onsen all started shouting and looking around.

Iria finally snapped from her day dreams, when Anko's kunai flashed past her. Jumping she landed by Mira just in time to witness Tsunade busting the wall away. Everyone paused seeing that it was Iria and Mira.

"What were you doing?" Tsunade demanded with narrow eyes.

Iria gulped and Mira twitched. "Apparently she was drooling over the men." She muttered in annoyance.

She walked over taking the camera from Kurenai and checked it over. "And she almost ruined my new camera." She whimpered slightly.

Everyone calmed down at that.

Anko gathered up the pictures that had fallen. "Get any good pictures?" She asked with a grin and glanced down.

She froze and fire surrounded her in anger. The other woman piled around her and also gained angry energy.

The fireball flew toward Iria who used the substitution jutsu with Mira.


"Oh, right…" Iria said with a wince at the look on Mira's face.

It had taken her years to grow her hair like it had been. After all it had been hard to grow only one section in the back and leave the rest short. Now it had all been burnt to a boys cut. At least her bangs had survived although they were now choppy and uneven. They now reached her chin at the longest pieces and her eyebrows at the shortest. Mira was still angry about that.

"Tsunade agreed to not make us do any degrading missions if we did her paper work. I'm not even sure how I was involved in all of this." She muttered in annoyance. She stood from her seat and paced the room.

She wore the same black spandex shorts and the spandex shirt she wore under everything. She wore a purple sleeveless battle kimono over that with a high collar, with slits starting at her waist. The kimono ended at her knees. A battle skirt hung around her waist, with the front section absent and to her thighs right above her shorts. Also a pair black gloves that started above her elbows and covered her fingers. Over that was a pair of crimson fingerless gloves. Black closed toe and heel shinobi sandals covered her feet. A Jounin vest hung from the back of Tsunade's chair.

Watching her move caused Iria to flinch. Sure she had been removed from active Jounin duty, but Mira had been removed from ANBU all together. It made guilt attack her for the first time in years. After all Mira hadn't really been doing anything. And it was do to her short attention span and obsession with men that got them caught. She sighed and started shifting the papers on the ground.

Grumbling she turned her attention back to the paper work she was supposed to be sorting through. However, her eyes paused landing on the paper in front of her. Suddenly she started giggling, then chuckling… then laughing insanely…then cackling evilly. The sky had suddenly become filled with dark clouds and lightning.

Mira stared at her team mate with an arched brow for a few moments. She slowly slid from her seat to under the desk. There she clasped her hands and closed her eyes. "Oh, please Inari-Sama, Jashin-Sama, Kratos-Sama… let me survive yet another of Iria's insane plots… I promise… I'll leave more food at the alters, I'll make more sacrifices… I'll even kill more virgins…. Just let me survive… with my dignity intact….or what I have left anyway…" She whispered the prayer as Iria got louder.


Tsunade twitched violently as she stared at the stage the main square of Kohona had become. 'I'll never let those idiots around my office again…' She declared.

"Come one come all! For the first annual SEXIST SHINOBI AND KUNOICHI CONTEST!" A pause for the cheering and cat calls occurred. "I'm you're host Ulyanna Inri, better known as Iria!" Iria said from where she stood on the stage for once in her civilian clothing.

She wore a pair of black spandex biker shorts that ended past her knees, and a pair of neon blue stiletto shinobi heels. Over that was a shoulder less backless white thin and billowy dress that ended at her thighs. A pair of neon blue arm warmers covered from her elbow to her first knuckles. Her fingernails were sharp and painted lime green. And a white utility belt lay around her waist. Neon blue fishnet covered from below her elbows to above.

"And to my right are my fabulous judges! Might Gai!" She declared pointing to him.

Gai stood up and started shouting about the flames of youth. He was mainly picked because no one wanted him to join.

"Jiraya one of the Sannin!"

Jiraya stood up with a lecherous grin on his face and notebook in his hand.

"Kazekage Gaara!"

Gaara sighed crossing his arms. He was a judge because he had refused to take a part in the contest… Still it wasn't any less embarrassing watching and rating then actually being up there. At least he could have gotten away with purposely failing.

"And last but not least my adorable Mira-Mira, Aziza Mariasha, or as you know her Mira!"

Mira also sat in her civilian clothing. She wore black bodysuit that was sleeveless and backless and reached her thighs. Over that she wore a purple kimono that ended at her thighs. It rested around the middle of her upper arms. A belt kept it closed under her chest, where it fell apart after. The sleeves ended at her elbow, but extra material hung to her fingers. She wore purple wrist bands, with fishnet up to her biceps. Spandex leggings covered from below her knees to her ankles. A pair of shinobi combat ankle high boots covered her feet.

Mira merely held her head in her hand.

"Now then." Iria said turning back to the crowd which had come from all over. "The rules state as this. All active Shinobi, Chuunin rank or higher, must enter no exceptions! That means any shinobi in this village on active duty Chuunin and above must enter!" She declared smirking at the fuming Hokage who was being pushed back stage. "And now… we begin!" She called.